S.A.S. vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt - Handicap Match!

Continued from here

Clara sat in the locker room with Alice, nervous about the upcoming match. Only a week ago, she faced against Cicilia De'Reignhardt, and was utterly and completely beaten by the boxer/wrestler, with the Shadow Lord left a sobbing mess backstage after the encounter. However, only one meeting with her sister and one trip to the showers later, she would discover that her sister already put plans into motion for payback against her opponent, getting her (quite easily, according to the Pale Rider), into a handicap match against the 2 of them.

"I'm...still not quite sure about this, Alice..."

Despite having a number's advantage, even a brief recall towards what happened in her previous match made the Shadow Lord feel like tonight's affair was an uphill battle for them. And if she is left alone against the Juggernaut in the ring...she hoped she wouldn't embarrass her and Alice further by losing the match again:

"Look, forget about last week. That happened, yeah. But, tonight, with me by your side, we'll crush her with ease!", she would say with confidence. Unlike Clara, Alice was 100% sure the 2 of them had this in the bag...provided Clara's anxiety didn't pop up during the match...

Her sister's enthusiasm did cheer the Shadow Lord slightly, but as she put on her mask, she couldn't help but still be slightly unsure of the upcoming affair.

With a knock on their door letting them know they were due in in 2 minutes, it was do or die time, as the Gaster sisters made their way towards the Gorilla position.

Warriors by Imagine Dragons began playing as the two sisters came onto the entrance ramp...and although Alice was as pumped as she ever was, the crowd could tell something was not quite right with AFW's resident Shadow Lord. With Alice doing her usual entrance, "threatening" the crowd with her Kendo Stick...there wasn't much enthusiasm from GASTER's side of things, as she simply made her way down the ramp behind the Pale Rider.

Soon enough, both girls rolled into the ring, with Alice leaving her Kendo Stick outside the ring at referee's behest. As the two of them decided ahead of time, Alice would start, while Clara would wait on the ring apron, with the Pale Rider relaxing in the corner as they awaited their opponent's entrance...

Cicilia was not nervous because she'd be fighting two opponents at once... While the last one of those ended in defeat, she had fought WELL given the handicap and utterly decimated one of her opponents... She was more afraid of such a thing happening again, this time Gaster not having the strength to get out on her own... She had no idea how it felt to carry one's busted, broken sibling out of the ring in defeat... but she could only imagine the pain would be unbearable...

...as well as the need for revenge.

Cicilia sighed heavily to herself, subduing her own inhibitions, making a quiet promise that she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen... When both Gaster and her sister lay broken at her feet, they would be fine ENOUGH to walk out... hurt no more than they needed to be. While one might think the German's lack of restraint was a weakness... it was also her biggest strength. With such vast amounts of anger at her disposal, the Juggernaut's berserker rage pumped her with a nearly endless supply of adrenaline that only pumped her up more and more, making her stronger, faster and tougher as she grew more enraged! She became a creature of her own scorn, in a sense... but at least she could always pull herself back.

All of that would be buried in this fight, one handicap on top of another to keep her opponents safe... There was no pity involved... if anything, there was jealousy... but fighting two sisters was different than fighting two friends. The Juggernaut envied the love and protectiveness the older sister had for the younger... and sought to protect it even at her own cost. Nobody should watch their loved one broken before their eyes... and it was a shame on the boxer that she had done it once before.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Cicilia walked out soon after the sisters had, "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" Blasting out over the speakers as she walked out, her fists tucked tightly into her jacket. Cicilia blocked out the cheer of the crowd as she made her way down the ramp, noting that it was the older sister who would start her off tonight... Fitting. She was the one looking for retribution, after all. Sighing heavily, she walked right past the younger sister, not saying a word... but flashing her an apologetic look... She couldn't just say "Sorry" in front of everyone and taint her reputation!... at least, not here. Maybe afterwords if she saw them. Tossing her coat off absently and revealing her heavily trained and strong form, the German slipped under the ropes, pushing herself up as she stared down the older sister...

...A lot tougher-looking than the other one... Especially in this lighting.

"...Ready?" She simply asked, unsure what else she could say.

Clara's lack of confidence was her biggest con. Alice believed that, purely on skill, Clara might be the best actual wrestler in AFW...but the fact that she didn't believe that, the fact that she hid behind her character was hindering her in a way, she thought.

And she also believed that, if she could help her sister overcome a very difficult opponent like Cicilia, and overcome other roadblock, little by little, she could help her see what she knew she could be...

She gave Cicilia a dirty look as she came in...while GASTER gave her slightly sorrowful, slightly fearful, sligthly apologetic look...part of which had similarity in how the boxer looked at her. She felt slightly bad for her weakness, looking as if the Shadow Lord needed her sister to beat Cicilia, and that having numbers advantage was the sole way she could beat the Juggernaut.

Alice's gaze would be squarely on the boxer, however. Part of her was angry...but only part. All Cicilia did was beat Clara when she was at her weakest, after a string of losses, which ended up just adding another one to the pile.

Her mission in this match? Show that "the Juggernaut" was as human as both of them, and in right circumstances, Clara could beat her one on one.

She would nod to Cicilia at her question, and the ref would ring for the bell there after:

DING DING DING!!!

With the bell ringing, Alice would choose not to let her anger loose...yet. Instead, she would keep a cool head and slowly approach the middle of the ring...and, despite the size discrepancy, would look to lock up with Cicilia...

Cicilia merely sighed, staring DOWN upon her much shorter opponent as the bells ringed, the Juggernaut standing before Alice stoically as she approached. This wasn't going to be a good fight for these two little girls, those who stood an entire foot shorter who knew not the disadvantage they were in. Between fighters of equal skill, the bigger woman almost always won... and that difference was usually INCHES. Not FEET! The boxer literally towered before the little tiny girl who approached Cicilia cautiously, her arms outstretched to offer some lock-up.

This little imp... Sought to lock-up with Cicilia...? What the HELL was she thinking...? Did she believe she could hold her ground against someone like HER for even a moment...? She didn't even think CLARA Gaster would be so stupid as to go head-to-head with her like this...

...So it had to be a trap... obviously. Surely Alice was up to something, that this was some kind of segway to a less-than-favorable position for the Juggernaut...

...But when had she been one to engage in tricks?

Cicilia would raise her arms as well, interlocking her fingers with Alice's in a test-of-strength lockup... BEFORE PROCEEDING TO USE HER SUPERIOR STRENGTH AND HEIGHT TO CRUSH ALICE TO THE GROUND! Her almighty power would first send a visible shockwave of force across the arena floor, blowing away any dust that had settled across it's face as the boxer sought to SHOVE the much smaller woman to one knee in only the first second! In the next, she asserted even MORE power, CRANKING her opponent's wrists around to the post uncomfortable position she could twist them, making it utterly AGONIZING to maintain this contact!

...All the while, Cicilia's expression didn't change... Much. Sure, her upper lip twitched with effort as she attempted to completely steam-roll Alice, but there was no expression of anger... no sadistic desire for vengeance... Such feelings weren't justified. If anything, she looked almost sad that she had to crush her too... This time, to make her poor vulnerable sister watch on.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Ok...Alice had to admit. She definitely needed to take some time to go to the gym.

Cicilia would force her to the ground like she was nothing. She was on her knee to the brutal boxer in an instant, as even Clara got worried as she saw her sister wincing...

Still...she already knew ahead of time that the Juggernaut was way stronger than her.

The Pale Rider would drop square on her back, as if allowing Cicilia to pin her...

...only for her legs to pull back, and shoot upwards at the boxer's chest with a vicious kick from the Brit!

Cicilia EASILY overpowered her opponent without any hint of difficulty, as if she were pushing against and through a foam wall. Alice simply didn't possess the strength to match the German, let alone hold her ground for EVEN an instant, the boxer EASILY forcing her down to one knee only a second or two after they'd locked hands! Her smaller opponent cried out in pain at this sudden stress on her body, the poor girl crumbling further... or so it seemed!

Alice rocked back, falling on her spine and, in turn, pulling the boxer with her, the Ref getting ready to count the moment the smaller girl's shoulder's hit the mat...

*BOOM*

"GAH!" Cicilia coughed as a pair of boots SLAMMED into her breasts, those soles digging into her soft, tender chest with vicious retribution! The force alone was enough to send the bigger boxer rolling off of her to say nothing of the surprise, that smaller girl being a LOT more flexible than Cicilia had initially thought! She wouldn't stay back for long though... Even though she didn't want to brutalize this girl, giving her space to breath, as she had learned with MOST people, was a big mistake...

As soon as she had gotten back up to her feet again, Cicilia lashed out with a shockingly swift and powerful reverse roundhouse kick aimed to strike squarely in the side of her ribs, the boxer's heel DIGGING into her chest upon contact!

Although not as strong as a wrestler really should be...Alice still trained a ton in British Wrestling Schools.

And both applying and surviving holds were lessons that she learned there very early on. These lessons still pushed her to be better than what a simple Garbage Wrestler would be...and something that allowed her to effectively do regular wrestling matches still...

She managed to get a good hit on Cicilia with a hard kick to her bust, as the Juggernaut quickly rose back to her feet: "Not so powerful now-----AAAAGH!"

Trying to bring her taunt game early, Alice would get a hard boot to her chest for her troubles, falling onto her left side as she nursed her hurt ribs on her right!

She tried to slide towards the ropes away from Cicilia. The rope break would provide a brief respite, and allow her to come up with a new plan...

...IF the German Boxer allowed her to do so!

Cicilia's kick sent the smaller girl flying, Alice being left completely helpless in the face of her power. Her arrogance had let her guard down and now she was paying for it, the Gaster-sister the poor girl trying to make her way to the ropes for some kind of relief.

...But the German wouldn't let her. For was bad as she felt about beating the other one senseless, she wasn't about to throw a fight for it. as Alice clawed for the ropes, the Juggernaut would reach down and grab at her ankle, YANKING her back in towards the center of the ring and away from any place that would even remotely be considered safe! It always was her style to try and end things quickly for both herself and the sake of her opponent, trying to knock them the hell out before the two of them started mangling each other.

If Cicilia managed to YANK Alice back into the ring, she would keep her grip on her ankle and drop onto the floor of the ring herself, weaving their legs together in what was, admittedly, a shoddy figure Four... BUT she would make up for it with enthusiasm with how HARD she worked it!

...She was being told by EVERYONE that she needed more submissions in her arsenal... From Sayumi, from Mariah... from the managers themselves... Not only did it make the show more fun to watch, she was told, but it made it go on longer so that the people got their money's worth... Of course, those were the reasons corperate threw her way... other such reasons being that it would be good for her style and whatever...

Fine! Christ! Just get off her back...

So, if she managed to get Alice into a figure-4, she would attempt to deal as much damage as she could... and hopefully satisfy those that hungered for more.

"Wait---! AAAAH!", Alice let out a girlish scream as Cicilia yanked her away from the safety of the ropes back into the middle of the ring by her leg!

And as she had Alice in her hands, the boxer to her surprise would suddenly attempt to trap her in a hold, weaving her legs together...into something resembling a Figure 4 Leglock!

"Grrrrrrrghhh!!!"

...but, not quite nailing the hold down, the hold wasn't as effective as Cicilia likely planned...yet even an unfinished Figure 4 like this hurt like hell.

Gritting her teeth as Cicilia forced her right leg into her left, the Pale Rider attempt to rock herself right and left to generate momentum...to try and turn both herself and Cicilia onto their front! All that Alice needed was escape, yet even with the strategy she had in mind, that might've proved to be difficult due to the difference in the 2 women's size and strength...

Clara watched from the apron. She knew that this was far from enough to keep Alice down from a fight. She lived through way worse. And an early figure 4 Leglock would not change that fact any time soon...

Cicilia's expression turned from one of neutrality... to one tainted by confusion as the smaller girl began rocking her hips this way and that, rocking herself much more than she was the German. What could she possibly be planning with this ridiculousness? It would've looked vaguely sexual even... if the German wasn't wrenching her Alice's leg at awkward angles between them. Pushing such a thought out of her mind lest it start to infuriate her, the Juggernaut didn't really have an answer for... whatever this was, the boxer simply laying there and trying to inflict as much pain as possible...

...UNTIL ALICE THREW HERSELF OVER, flipping the boxer on her side suddenly as she managed to turn herself on her stomach!

"Alright. This isn't working." Cicilia growled, undoing her hold on Alice's legs and let her scramble to safety, if that's what she planned on doing.

Submissions... Probably the WORST part of fighting besides Aerial strikes. Stupidly hard to pull off, more about positioning and skill than strength... It was like trying to get a Rhino to dance or a whale to talk. They just aren't built for it! In the same vein, Cicilia was starting to feel like she wasn't built for this kind of fighting... She'd rather get back to just knocking her opponent around until she could no longer get up.

Hopping to her feet, Cicilia would simply wait and see if Alice was smart enough to switch out... or bold enough to keep up this fight, the Juggernaut simply standing where she had lain before, arms at her side and fingers curled into fists...