Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Pain spread through Ouka's body from the head down as she swung her head with as much force as she could muster, it was the only thing that her body knew how to do without input from her head. Unfortunately for her, it was the same for Cicilia. The Juggernaut was just as proficient as her in close quarters like this as she showed with her head flying into her's. Another collision between the skulls rang out with a sickening thud accompanying the colossal clash that the resulting shock flew through her body, another hit that Ouka's body was struggling to maintain balance after they smashed as she clutched tightly onto Cicilia and lurching into her rival to prevent herself from falling onto the mat.

Gasping and panting, she shook her head, trying to regain her balance as she suddenly lost her balance when Cicilia dropped onto her knee, causing Ouka to do the same. One hand slipped off of Cilicia and dropped onto the mat, holding herself up as she panted. "Holy shit...how much...cinderblock...you have in that?" she let out confusedly as the pounding in her head continued to run rampant in her skull, bringing her hand up from the mat to grab at the back of Cicilia's neck, trying to rise once more!

"Y-you're one to talk..." Cicilia growled as the two women fell to one knee together, one of Cicilia's hands falling to the mat, pressing against it in an attempt to keep her balance. The pounding in her skull... the aching in her brain... it was as if they hadn't waited for a second, the head-butts still going on... "Y-you're skull must be full of concrete or something..." Cicilia never claimed to be a smart cookie, that it was her defining characteristic. She always was a firm believer in brawn over brain and now she was paying for that philosophy... It was always a punishment when someone could match you, grind you down with their equally stubborn strength. Ouka was strong... Maybe not as strong but she firmly believed she was tougher than she was. Taking her strongest move and STILL able to match her... This red-head must've been the result of some cosmic karma or something, a woman created for the sheer purpose of showing how WRONG the German was in being so bull-headed with her fighting style... A perfect, more durable mirror.

"NNngh..." she grunted, looping an arm around the back of Ouka's neck as she did something similar, the two trying to use the other as support. Cicilia would struggle, her legs not obeying her immediately as the two women forced themselves back up to their feet, the German gasping hard, her buxom chest rising and falling heavily at there mere effort of standing up straight... If Ouka managed too as well, the two women would be pulled in close the way they held onto one another, clinging to the other girl as if she were the stronger one, as if she could keep her from falling. Weak... if stubborn. Neither one of them would give the other the satisfaction of quitting. Cicilia certainly wouldn't and if Ouka was anything like her, she wouldn't either.

Ouka had came across stubborn women before, many who had taken the best she could offer and then some, but none were quite like Cicilia. Ouka's rivals had been either more technically sound than her but none had the same brawling talent that Ouka did who could swing back as hard as she could and take just as much. It was probably one of the hardest cookies to crack for Ouka, who only knew how to hit harder in order to overcome her problems. But against someone who had nearly all the same qualities of victory as her, she couldn't think of another way to battle against it without falling back on her tried and true strategy of using her brute strength.

The two warriors began to work themselves back to their feet, holding onto and pushing against each other to get to a standing base as much as they could as Ouka was heaving and breathing heavily, trying to think of what she could do to put Cicilia away. But desperation was not on her face, in fact it was the farthest from the truth. Her lips were curled into a smile, thinking of a way to put down someone called a Juggernaut. The idea of beating such a powerful opponent would do wonders for Ouka, personally and professionally as she gripped tightly on the back of Cicilia's head and shoulder.

There was no way that she wanted to quit now!

She would whip up, finding a surge of energy as she would attempt to fling her forearm into Cicilia's face, trying to blast the Juggernaut with all she had and show her that she was willing to go farther if Cicilia was willing!

Cicilia had fought many different women in her time but few could truly go toe-to-toe with her in a fight. Yeah, some could use their superior mobility and skill to bring her down, some used their massive size-and-weight advantages to give the German a hard time but for someone around her size to truly go blow-for-blow with her? That was something she almost never had the pleasure to take part in... Ouka was that kind of woman... With all the strength, stubbornness and rock-hard skull-ness that made her such a challenge! A true fighter to push against, someone who wouldn't buckle beneath her might... Someone who would meet her with every punch, every headbutt, every move... Someone who was just as much of a warrior was she was!

...That was why, when the two women climbed up to their feet and their eyes locked again... she smirked. She was having the time of her life up here! She had no idea how invigorating it could be to just have someone to truly test your strength and durability against! Yeah, she always wanted such an opponent but.... they were usually giants, some standing almost a foot taller than her! It was so much different having an opponent she could look in the eye and truly fight against...

Plus, beating someone so well known and tough would do her wonders when it comes to her popularity!

Almost as if the two women were thinking the exact same thing, they both retracted an arm and hurled it towards the opponent's face in a heavy forearm strike! Ouka's struck Cicilia hard enough that her mind went wild, her thoughts scrambled after all those headbutts... but she did not fall nor stumble! She recognized Ouka's challenge... and she would rise above it! Again she brought her arm back, throwing ANOTHER forearm into the redhead's face, intent at beating her in an exchange of blows!

The match looked more like a fight on the streets as Cicilia and Ouka continued to throw bombs at each other, despite how they were both battered and bruised and a little bloodied as they were fighting two fronts, putting the other down and at the same time fighting to stay on their feet to continue throwing bombs. But ever looking for a fight, she and Cicilia had gone with their fullest throughout this entire fight, Ouka wanted to them to go that final stretch.

To prove once and for all after this brutal affair which of them was the stronger of the two!

She threw her forearm to blast Cicilia in the face and was met with a forearm in return at the same time that sent Ouka's mind scrambling to reform, but her body wasn't going to wait. Even dazed and confused, she had a hold of Cicilia's suit to ensure that even if she couldn't see properly, she knew where her opponent was as she flung her forearm forward again!

A fight on the streets was a good way to describe this bout. It seemed as if both of them had completely disregarded any kind of technique or skill that normally made these fights such a spectacle. No, now it had just devolved into a good ol' fashion slug-fest... Just the way she liked it...

Ouka came right back at her with a powerful forearm to her chin, jerking Cicilia's head to the side as saliva and blood escaped her lips! The German blinked rapidly, one of her hands shooting out to grab Ouka's top in an attempt to keep herself balanced. Even dazed and confused, Cicilia continued to fight on, determined to be the one to beat this red-head and take the win over her!

She wouldn't be defeated... NO! She was the juggernaut for a reason! Her power was insurmountable!

The boxer brought a fist back, her fingers curling inward one by one before throwing it HARD upward into her opponent's bare stomach, digging her knuckles into her abs, intent on pushing all the air out of her lungs and leave her weak!

Blood and saliva were mixing in her mouth as Ouka spat it out as Cicilia's fist came digging into her stomach. The rock-hard fist dug into her stomach, her abs trying their best to hold firm against the powerful fist but eventually, they had to cave in as Ouka was forced to bend forward, coughing as she reached down to grip on to the fist in her stomach with both hands. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head as her grip slowly got tighter. The grip was important for her to keep, to prevent that right hand from pulling back and allowing Cicilia to use it again. But it was also there to keep her focused.

The more she squeezed the wrist, the more she told her body that it could still go! Even if her legs were quivering underneath her, fighting to keep her upright!

If she could grip a fist, she could throw with one just as fine!

Release with her right hand, Ouka twisted to the side as she launched up an uppercut as hard as she could into the gut of Cicilia, still willing to go tit for tat against Cicilia!

Cicilia growled in frustration as Ouka grabbed onto the fist that dug into her stomach, her grip preventing the German from retracting it and punching her again! How much more steam did this red-head still have IN her? How could she keep fighting back after taking Cicilia's strongest blows? Probably because she had just as much of a blockhead as she was... What other reason could there be? If she was anyone else, just a dab weaker then she would've been overcome steadily, a clear difference in their ability shown by now. Ouka still clung to battle and, more specifically, Cicilia however, a look of unadulterated determination!

Blood and saliva filled Cicilia's mouth as Ouka's fist came right back around and dug into the German's gut, spitting out towards the floor as her legs quaked upon the impact! It was as if her knuckles were needles, injecting weakness into her body as the poison that was exhaustion washed over her, threatening to take her down! Cicilia wouldn't be the first to fall, however... She was NEVER the first to fall! She had the will... She TRAINED herself to outlast her foes! She wouldn't... be beaten... In a war of attrition!

Gritting her teeth, Cicilia grabbed onto Ouka's fist, the one that dug into her stomach with her free hand, mirroring her opponent as she glared right into her eyes... There wasn't any personal anger.... no hatred... But a competitive burn that drove her to fight on and BEAT this copy-cat!

With their legs too shaky to engage in a kick-game and their arms both entrapped by the other, Cicilia and Ouka only had one weapon left to use. Cicilia pulled her head back, pausing only for a moment to pool her strength before THROWING it hard at Ouka's face, intending to drop her with this one final headbutt!

It was a mental game as much as it was a physical game as the fact that these two were not only evenly matched but they thought pretty much the same! It threw Ouka off, not being able to pound her opponent into submission and work the match from there was her bread and butter. She would usually find a way to stop someone from pressuring her if they were going technical or high flippy on her. But a brawler who was in her face, smashing her just as much as she was smashing back? That was something Ouka didn't know how to adapt to.

Except for hit harder!

She wasn't going to lose, she wasn't going to let someone else prove that she was the better striker! She was going to outlast, outhit, and outpower Cicilia! Ouka smiled, the threat of losing but having the absolute confidence in herself that she couldn't fail, she swung her head flying, pulling her fist back from the uppercut as she tried to end Cicilia!

However, Cicilia was planning the same thing, smashing skulls with Ouka as the combined force of both powerful ladies smacking into each other was enough to send numbing pain down her body as her vision went completely blurry! It was too much, she couldn't even realize how hard she hit as her body gave out as she slumped forward into Cicilia!

Their heads collided for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that night, this one finally being the last nail in their coffins. Cicilia's eyes nearly completely blank as their foreheads SMASHED together, a wave of weakness stronger than she was finally bringing the boxer to her knees! It looked like she wasn't alone, however as Ouka too fell with her, the two of them only escaping the embrace of the ground by the mere chance of how they fell:

Cicilia fell towards her opponent as she did to her, the two of them left resting on their knees as limply as the dead as their minds went about unscrambling the mess they had been left in by their reckless commanders. They lay slumped against one another, Cicilia's head resting like a rock on Ouka's shoulder as her body shivered in outrage towards the stupidity of the German's decisions! It was as if it were trying to express how utterly IDIOTIC it was to take these repeated head-blows from an equal... but whatever well-deserved lessons it had to teach... they all went unheard. Cicilia was just about out of it, her drive to win being the only thing keeping her from falling into the abyss that was complete and utter punch-drunken unconsciousness, a sleep more grating and ugly than the face of a certain french-woman who still polluted the boxing-ring.

Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing shallow, her body not obeying her commands as she lay slumped up against her rival... One small push in either direction could determine who the ref counted for... All it took was one ounce of strength....