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

Even though she didn't improve much in terms of technical and submission wrestling, she still remembered most of the ways to escape from common holds. And Figure 4 was one of them. She didn't need to be strong enough to escape, momentum did that work for her as she managed to get the pressure off her leg completely as she turned on her gut.

Subsequently, Cicilia would immediately abandon the hold, shuffling away from the Pale Rider:

"That's right! And stay out!", she would quip, as she rose to her feet. Her leg hurt slightly, but nothing to impede her too much going forward in the match.

Cicilia wouldn't move too closely...as if allowing the Pale Rider a choice, as her back was to her team's corner.

Alice carefully walked with her back to Clara, and would ask:

"You wanna tag in?"

"Um...ah...not..."

"It's no proble---", Alice would start talking with Clara, before suddenly cutting off...

...and darting towards Cicilia, as she looked to nail a hard punch to the Boxer's solar plexus!

Cicilia watched from a distance as Alice picked herself up, scrambling away towards her sibling as she proclaimed false confidence in her quips! Tch. Whatever. If she wanted to play the liar or not, it didn't much matter to her. So long as this fight would move and get somewhere. The Juggernaut eyed the girl cautiously as she moved away, just in case she would try to do anything dirty or abrupt. This girl...? She seemed like the type. Big mouth, big ego... had to protect it at all costs. She had seen quite a number of women like her walk into that ring and either walk out due to their low standards... or end up completely humiliated. The patterns were showing up in Alice too, what with her false arrogance...

Cicilia would be proven right not a minute after the girl was let free, Alice having a brief exchange with her sister before RUSHING back in like some kind of bull! Seemingly attempting some kind of sucker-punch, Alice shot her fist out, aiming low an attempt to blast some air out of the boxer...

...And she would certainly hit something...

Spoiler:

The Juggernaut stared down upon Alice as something did indeed close around the girl's fist, fingers that would rest inbetween her knuckles, a hand waiting for such a cheep trick ensnaring the hostile blow! Slowly, the German would pull Alice in by her fist, cranking her hand back in an agonizing vice! As she cranked the smaller girl's arm down, the boxer would loom over her, winding a closed fist over her own head like a hammer... BEFORE SMASHING IT DOWN ACROSS ALICE'S FACE!

In a middle of a fight, simple details can slip one's memory. Which limb you were targetting, where you put the chair you wanted to bash your foe's head in with a second ago...

...or indeed, that your foe was a trained boxer...for whom avoiding, countering...and indeed, punishing punches was the same as for the fish to swim.

And in the split second, as Alice's fist was caught in midair by Cicilia's hand...and pulling back on it yielded no results:

"Let...let me fucking goooOAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!", the Brit screamed as her foe torqued and twisted on her arm...

...before Cicilia pulled the Pale Rider towards her and delivered a vicious, hammer-like punch to Alice's face!

The bright lights of the Friction arena got blurry as her cheek and jaw flared up with pain...and another thing that she felt, confusingly was someone tapping her on her back as she fell down onto her front, completely dazed and confused for the current second...

And the ref would clarify what the last sensation was about:

"Tag! GASTER, inside the ring!"

Clara tapped Alice on her back after the hard punch from Cicilia...as if knowing what was about to happen had she not entered the ring...

...but, the split second of a clear, straight forward instruction of: "Tag in" had already slipped through the Brit's mind...

...and now that she was standing just a few meters away from the woman who utterly humiliated her in their previous encounter...fear was taking over, worried that the second she got close, she would receive the same fate as her sister...before the match progressed the same way as it did just a week ago.

Despite her fear, Clara put her arms up into the air, in her usual grappling stance. Her heart was beating fast as the masked Brit silently expected the German Boxer to get closer to attack her...

The first match was hardly worth the German's time, a small workout at most. Alice simply couldn't do enough fast enough to phase the juggernaut and such incompetence lead to her getting smacked across the floor... and for Clara to finally join the fight in her stead. The  boxer had been thinking about this fight for days, trying to determine if she was in the wrong by completely steamrolling this girl... No doubt it hurt her self-esteem, getting dismissed the way she had been. But then... it was the Juggernaut's job to fight this way, to run down opponents and make sure they can't fight back! It's how she trained, it's how she fought and its how she advertised herself! So why... with Gaster being the second person she had achieved this goal with... did the result make her feel so bad...?

Shut up. Don't get distracted. Crush her like last time so we don't have to see how good she really is.

Cicilia stared deep into the sunken eyes of Gaster's mask, her gaze hard... and surprisingly cold, all her anger locked away inside her, caged up to keep from getting out. She could feel it all writhe and pull at the walls of her stomach, refusing to be contained like this... but the boxer herself held the key... and she wasn't letting it go until this fight was over.

This isn't going to help you.

Cicilia stepped in close as Gaster predicted, lashing out with a quick jab at the girl's face... before quickly stepping in even closer, grabbing the masked-girl's shoulders and dragging her in for a BRUTAL knee-strike to her stomach!

From her half-scared, half-determined eyes, Clara could see the German's cold gaze against her...though having a feeling of small sadness coming from them. Still, the coldness let her know that the moment Cicilia were to come towards her, she was in for the same ferocity from the last match.

The few seconds before Cicilia stepped towards Clara felt like minutes...but finally, the red-eyed German would take the initiative, and release a quick punch to the Shadow Lord's face!

"Ah!...!", she winced at the jab...before feeling Cicilia grasp her by her shoulders! Suddenly, the woman would try and unleash a hard knee towards her stomach!

...however, right before the collusion, GASTER would take a step back!

"GAAAAKH!"

...which was not enough to fully avoid the brutal strike from the boxer...and yet, just enough to still be able to mount a counter attack.

As Cicilia would try to push her leg back, she would find a bit of resistance in doing so, as GASTER wrapped her arms around the woman's knee, and subsequently, leg!

A second later, with slight hesitation due to the pain in her stomach, GASTER would twist the leg to attempt to trip her foe onto the ground with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!

Cicilia's blows connected well and solid for the most part, her punch striking Gaster's cheek... though her sudden retraction made her knee strike more of a glance than an actual blow. However, this lack of solid connection was just what Clara needed to prepare her own counter-attack, the smaller girl wrapping her arms around the Juggernaut's leg, preventing it from coming down! Instantly, sensing her balance had become compromised, the German raised an elbow up over Clara's head, aiming to SMASH it into the crown of her skull... BEFORE SUDDENLY HAVING THE WORLD BEGIN TO INVERT AND SPIN!

Cicilia's sanguine eyes widened as the world shifted in several directions at once before the ground suddenly ambushed her, SLAMMING into her spine out of complete and utter nowhere!

"GAH!" She gasped in shock, Gaster's particular and interesting take-down throwing the boxer completely off! She had never, in her entire fighting carrier, experienced such a throw where she was being spun and slammed into the floor all in one motion... and by someone so much smaller than her too! It would've been something commendable... if it weren't so humiliating!

"Tch..." She hissed cocking back her free foot, aiming it at Gaster's masked face. Her head still spinning from that Dragon-Screw Leg-whip, her aim might've been compromised... but that didn't stop the Juggernaut from throwing a wild kick her her opponent's head! Should it connect, the Juggernaut would take a slow, cautious journey to her feet once again, not at all desiring a return to the floor on account of her own dizziness!

...Should it miss, however... then Gaster would have a wide and exploitable opening!

Clara couldn't believe it. First bit of offense in, and the boxer was off her remaining foot, lying on the mat! The Shadow Lord swung the momentum of the match in her favor, the crowd cheering on the masked chuuni!

Cicilia let out a cry of pain, but she wasn't out of the fight whatsoever. GASTER held on to the German's leg, while her remaining one was pulled back for an attempted kick!

And as Cicilia pushed her leg for a kick...GASTER would pull her head to her side, and quickly wrap her second arm around the Boxer's free leg!

"! M-Mwahahahahaha!", the Shadow Lord let out, surprised at her own reaction time: "Pugilist, prepare to have your spine crushed by the massive pressure from my awesome power!", she gloated as she turned Cicilia onto her front, while she stepped over her foe's body...and sat atop her back, trapping Cicilia in a painful, yet effective Boston Crab!

It seemed Gaster had really stepped up her game since the last time they fought, considering she wasn't being pounded into a submissive paste the moment she got into the ring! In fact, the smaller girl had improved so much, she caught the boxer's boot with very little noticeable difficulty and bringing both under her control in a rather annoying Boston crab! Cicilia did not even growl in pain as her legs were WRENCHED up in the smaller girl's control... While it certainly was uncomfortable, the hold she was being put through, the Juggernaut wasn't so much agonized as she had been with similar holds in the past. Perhaps GASTER wasn't putting her back into it or something because... there wasn't enough strength here to truly harm her...

"A-awesome power...? Where?" The boxer smirked harshly, groping along the mat for the ropes so that she could BREAK out of this inconvenient hold! "I've seen more power... in a light switch."

If the boxer had been able to make progress towards her goal of escape, the German's sanguine eyes would slowly begin to heat up with frustration, growing rather tired with this ridiculous hold... It was starting to get painful... just a bit at a time, her muscles and tendons growing gradually more strained as the constant pressure upon her spine began to mount! Still... such small agonies were worth NOTHING to the boxer... Pain was a foe she had fought and subdued for an entire childhood...

...Nothing made this attempt significant except for her opponent's... interesting back-talk.

"W-what? N-no..."

Panic started to return to Clara. While grunting, Cicilia didn't seem to act like her spine was being stretched to it's breaking point, making the Brit think that the boxer was not really bluffing, slowly, however, Cicilia proceeded to growl and tense her body...but the Boxer was still fully determined to reach the ropes and escape the hold...and likely pummel the Shadow Lord into the ground once more!

Alice, meanwhile, would recover from Cicilia's hard punch as she rested on the apron. She saw the hold was building up pressure at Cicilia's spine, but something that required less power, but could be just as devastating.

And then, it hit her:

"Target her leg!", Alice would let out, not caring if Cicilia was listening. Clara, upon hearing her sister's advice, would nod and release one of the boxer's legs, and get off of her back...

...only to grab at her left ankle with both arms, and twist and torque it, pressing her arm hard into Cicilia's leg as she transitioned into an Ankle Lock!

"RRrrrrgh..." Cicilia growled as Gaster, following her sibling's advice, began to attack the Juggernaut's leg... or more specifically, her ankle! Now this... this target was far more effective than the Boston crab... Despite mainly attacking with one's fists, a boxer's footwork and stance was just as important to her fighting! To have one's legs disabled in a fight was to cut one's punching-power in half and for someone like Cicilia, that was quite distressing!

"Get off me... twerp!" The Juggernaut demanded, PUSHING herself up on her hands and knee, and JERKING HER LEG against Gaster's hold in an attempt to free it and pushing it back underneath her where it belonged! If Cicilia succeeded in RIPPING her leg out from under Gaster's control, the boxer would SHOOT back up to her feet, potentially throwing the smaller woman off her if she wasn't quick enough to evacuate already , the German boxer more than eager to obtain a heaping helping of revenge...

Damn submissions... What a completely worthless and cowardly art... Forget how it gives smaller women the opportunity to fight larger ones, forget how it all but eliminates the strength advantage... It was nothing but disgraceful and easy for someone to bind up another instead of showing them TRUE power... It was all but disgraceful that the aptly named "LORD OF DARKNESS" showed of her so-called "power" by using NONE OF IT and instead relying on cheep tricks and her SIBLING to actually put up some measure of a fight.

When Cicilia agreed to this handicap match, she didn't exactly know what she should've been expecting. Now she did... And it was embarrassing that she didn't see it sooner.

Should the boxer manage to escape Gaster, she would then approach the smaller girl, slowly but intently like a large beast boxing in a smaller animal into a corner. An enraged glow burned in the German's sanguine eyes, her wounded leg only slightly dragging behind her, the pain an annoying hindrance but little else.