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

With Clara trying to damage Cicilia's limb, the boxer would resist the hold...violently, as she tried to rip her arm out of the Shadow Lord's grasp, the British chuuni doing her damnest to keep a firm hold of the arm...

...which meant she could do nothing to stop Cicilia from making her way towards the ropes. Clara, instead, focused on leaving lasting damage, gritting her teeth in her efforts as she bent her body backwards in order to bent the limb even further, GASTER bridging herself as she tried to crank Cicilia's arm even more with the addition of her body weight to the strength of her hold!

Unable to stop the German from actually clawing her way to freedom, Gaster put ALL her attention into BENDING back Cicilia's arm, to doing as much damage as she could and BOY could Cicilia now feel it! Her shoulder and elbow was being STRAINED to their limits, tendons DEMANDING release and bones straining under the torturous hold! Not a complex submission... but it was a damn effective one! Even by someone as small and weak as GASTER, the arm-bar could be used to take out stronger and bigger opponents just by it's sheer, simple savagry!

...Not Cicilia... She never gave her opponents the pleasure of crying for mercy!

Grinding her teeth, eyes clenched shut in an effort to control the pain, Cicilia REACHED BLINDLY out for any nearby ropes... and her fingers barely managed to curl around one of the lower ones!

ROPE BREAK!

"G-get off me...." Cicilia growled, flashing an angered... but obviously pained scowl at the speedy little evil-spawn! "...NOW!"

"Rope break! Get off of her, GASTER!"

But for several more seconds, GASTER held on, wretching on the arm still. She knew she would have to work for her next opprotunity to trap Cicilia into a hold like that again, likely with the help of Alice again...and she had to milk it to it's fullest right now:

"ONE! TWO! THREE----!"

As the ref let out the 3 of the rope break count, the masked chuuni released the hold, and rolled off of Cicilia, rising to her feet to immediately set into a fighting stance, hoping that she had done enough damage to Cicilia's right arm...

Gaster wasn't at all willing to let her go... but perhaps that was understandable... Because the moment she was free, this girl was going to reap the reprecussions of this submission! 3, almost 4 seconds past the rope-break and finally Gaster released her grip, Cicilia hanging on the ropes, desperate to get her breathing back to a regular rate... Or so it seemed!

INSTANTLY, the Juggernaut WHIRLED around, her wounded arm extending to it's full length as the boxer attempted to land a MONSTROUS backhand across the masked face of the smaller wrestler and send her SPRAWLING across the floor! Whether or not she succeeded, the Juggernaut's entire limb would seize up at the sheer POWER she had put behind the blow, the German letting out a soft hiss of pain, her undamaged limb instinctively shooting up to hold it... as if that would soothe the pain inside.

"Rrrrrrgh.... Curse it...." She growled, feeling the tendons ache, her muscles burn, her bones creak softly. "She won't get away with this..."

The moment Cicilia was free of the Fujiwara Armbar, she tried to nail the Shadow Lord with the back of her hurt hand, desperate to deliver punishment to the girl who got every advantage in the world to trap her in the hold...

Thankfully, Clara would leap away just in time for the attack to barely miss her, quickly turning to her team's corner to see her well rested sister on the outside.

With the perfect opprotunity to tag out, GASTER clapped her sister's hand, Alice smiling at the tag as she hopped over the top rope, the referee recognizing the tag in.

The moment Alice was in, she used the ropes opposite to the side where Cicilia was to get a bit of momentum, and rushed straight at the rising boxer, looking to ram her knee straight into her face!

Spoiler:

The two women were switching back and forth so frivolously... Cicilia felt her rage beginning to mount up inside... Look at them... they thought that just because they had an advantage, that they could just swap around whenever without suffering consequences...

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The Alice Gaster-Sister was in now, eager to capitalize on her masked sibling's progress, rushing down the Juggernaut without a care in the world! As she got closer, her steps widened, a telegraph as to what technique she was going for... The boxer could read it as she gasped for breath, her sanguine eyes flaring up at such a brazen blow, her jaw LOCKING in a fierce, hard snarl....

DON'TLOSECONTROLDON'TLOSECONTROLDON'TLOSECONT-

"RAAAAAAH!"

SUDDENLY, the German would SPRING UP to her full height, arm SHOOTING out like a snake, her fingers intent on CLOSING around the smaller charging girl! Cicilia would BLITZ into this movement, pushing DOWN into Alice, SLAMMING the much smaller girl into the canvas in an utterly BRUTAL chokeslam! If she was even able to maintain consciousness (should she even be hit by the blow), she would see a beast beginning to BURN its way out of captivity, the German's teeth, long and sharp fangs, her eyes feral to the point of having slit pupils, her body tensing up as if to BURST out of it's skin-covering! A low, hostile growl escaped from Cicilia's lips and, should she still have Alice in her possession, the German would pick her BACK up with one hand, raise her off the ground... and WHIP her around in a back-hand throw, intent on THROWING her into the turnbuckle FARTHEST from her sibling!

Alice tried to take as little time as possible in reaching Cicilia, knowing that the Juggernaut wouldn't take abuse for very long, and that delaying any sort of attack on her would mean a very painful payback from the German boxer...

...but just a meter before her knee reached her rival's face, within a blink of an eye, the Pale Rider felt something seize her by her throat...before she was suddenly lifted upwards...and slammed her down onto the canvas with a devastating Chokeslam!

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

"Alice!!!", Clara cried in worry from the ring apron, her heart filling up with fear as Cicilia entered a state worse than when the 2 of them fought one on one.

Alice's entire body hurt in the aftermath, the pain going from her spine to her limbs and head. Cicilia held nothing back in that Chokeslam, giving no mercy or concern for the smaller woman's well-being.

As Cicilia loomed over her...Alice's heart skipped a bit. Cicilia was angry...but this wasn't the sort of competitive anger Alice usually had in her matches. Cicilia had a murderous aura around her, one that seemed familiar to the Brit as fear and pain completely seized her body.

Upon seeing her foe in her eyes, Cicilia would waste little time in trying to inflict hurt on Alice, grabbing her arm and with a vicious motion, managing to both lift the Pale Rider onto her feet, and force her to run into a corner opposite to her team's, forgetting to spin to safely hit the turnbuckles with her back, and instead hitting her head on the padding of the top turnbuckle. She barely managed to prop herself up on the corner...but now, with her back away to Cicilia, she didn't know what the German Juggernaut could have in mind...

Cicilia had cracked this girl's confidence that she could win and nearly snapped her body as well, her attacks so vicious and powerful, Alice simply couldn't absorb them! From her punches to her choke-slams to the Irish-whip she used to TOSS the smaller girl into the corner, Alice's body seemed to bend and contort in agonizing ways as the force of each impact throttled her little form. Cicilia was angry, hostile, frustrated... As hard as she'd tried, her temper was simply far too unstable to be kept in check!

Clara was still at the far end of the ring, Alice slumping down in the opposite corner... if that masked girl wanted to try and save her sibling... she'd have to cross a lot of distance to do it... and enter the German's attack-range. As for Alice... Cicilia simply took her time with her now. She appeared far too weakened to even attempt a meaningful escape, for Cicilia to savage her like a dog with struggling prey. She wasn't enough of a threat, after all... merely an annoyance. The German would walk towards her entrapped foe, the German's head cooling steadily as the pace of combat died down just a bit... realizations of how utterly brutal she'd been beginning to dawn. Each scene of her unrelenting fury played back across her mind like a perverse video-tape on constant rewind, the German appearing... almost in pain with each reminder that she couldn't keep her own promise.

Her movements gradually slowed, losing their sharpness and purpose, the boxer appearing almost hesitant to continue the fight. She cocked back a fist... pausing as if having trouble choosing a target... before HURLING a mighty... if wild blow toward Alice's head!

There was no question about Cicilia's state of mind on Alice...but what was shocking to her was just how angry Cicilia was at her. And the Pale Rider knew what anger looked like, when a fierce competitor practically put their life on the line to put her away, her resilience be damned...

...the German exuded an aura that told Alice that the boxer was ready to kill her if need be.

Her mind was afraid...but the Brit still tried to keep it straight headed, trying to focus on the ultimate goal of defeating the Juggernaut.

The one who truly was afraid? Her sister.

Clara would attempt to enter the ring once more at this point, to cross the long distance and save her sister from the vicious German...

...only for the ref to get in the way:

"You are not the legal competitor", she would respond in a robotic like manner.

"L-let me go! She is going to hurt her!", she would respond, but the words would fall on deaf ears of the ref.

This was a picture that Alice paid close attention to from her position...and she thanked her lucky stars that her sister was so worried about her...though right now, maybe for not sisterly reasons in particular.

With ref's attention taken away, Alice would time her moment just right as Cicilia approached her (the boxer's slower movements making that task much easier) with a wild swing, and ram her free foot straight between German's legs for a cheap low blow!

in her enraged state, the German's tunnel-vision was absolute... and she'd pay for that... Alice would see to it. While Clara BEGGED for the ref to let her past, to aid the sister of hers that was about to be decimated, Alice took the opportunity to SLAM her boot, TOE FIRST up between the German's legs, ALL the energy the much smaller girl had to offer CRACKING Cicilia up the middle as if she had sudden FALLEN on a dull wedge!

Instantly, she froze, her eyes shooting wide and her jaw dropping, her arms REFLEXIVELY shooting down to the source of the pain... or at least they would have had the German not kept them in place by force of will! This pain was intense, yes, but it's weakening power came not from the sheer BURN that had been inflicted upon her sex... but the sickening SHOCK that BURST forth from it! An image played through her mind of a guy getting the same treatment, his face turning green and his strength leaving his legs as he collapsed on the floor, completely discombobulated... It must've been how she looked... she certainly didn't feel the strength of her anger anymore!

"NNnnnnngggggg.......uhgh....." Cicilia groaned, falling forward into the turnbuckle as well, hands shooting up to grab the ropes on either side, her breathing HEAVY gasps, her eyes clenched narrow, staring at the ground. Her Knees slightly folded inward, their natural strength nothing but a ghost of it's former self...