Cicilia vs Yelena: Handicapped Power Struggle?!

She might've thought herself defeated in the moment... but as soon as the German was back on her feet, she felt strength and lucidity FLOOD back into her again!... All the worse for her now, however, given how she was more aware of the chest-CRUSHING pain that had been left in the WAKE of the russian's impact, but there wasn't time to focus on such trivial matters now! Yelena WHIPPED Cicilia at the corner in an Irish suplex, the boxer practically sprinting OUT of control at the turnbuckle across from them... Until the Juggernaut suddenly THREW her foot forward, SLAMMING it into the middle wrung of the corner, stopping her dead! The sheer reactive force of all that energy STOPPING at once ROCKED through the boxer's leg (notably her foot), sending a shiver of pain through her body... but she had stopped something worse: the momentum of her GIANT opponent.

She huffed and gasped for breath heavily, her lungs on fire, her muscles heavy as fucking weights... But she wouldn't go down that easy!

SHE WAS THE JUGGERNAUT! SHE WOULD NOT BE BULLIED LIKE THIS ANYMORE!

"Is that... all you... got!?" She growled breathily, her sanguine eyes burning with the fire of determination as she turned to face Yelena in her corner. "I've... fought mudcrabs... more fearsome than you!"

The German boxer would step out of her corner, arms raised once again, stance solid, gaze alert... as if she hadn't been crushed over several hundred pounds of Russian. She blocked out the NEED for a break from her body, letting it all fade into the white-noise that was her adrenaline, the boxer inching closer to her titan-of-a-challenge... with a smile on her face.

Fuck this... She thought to herself as she approached Yelena. She doesn't control me...

Yelena was expecting Cicilia to bounce off the corner or just hang in limply with the force of her throw, not to stop herself dead in her tracks. Even if she was still loopy from the earlier damage if the talk about mudcrabs was any indication, the Juggernaut was still in the match "So you do have some more fight in you, good." The big Russian said with a satisfied smile through the bruises the German had given her "I was starting to be disappointed." she called out before she charged back in, a heavy fist hurtling through the air, aimed to blast the boxer in the abs.

"Disappointed...?" The German scoffed. "This is nothing... I've fought... leagues above you!" ...Didn't mean that she won but Yelena didn't need to know that. The Russian charged in like the hulk of muscle she was and the German braced herself for impact, crouching low and crossing her arms over her body just in time for her fist to SLAM into the boxer's guard! The sheer power displaced by that woman's punch connecting with the Juggernaut's defense shook then entire ring with a massive explosion of force, Cicilia gritting her teeth as she withstood the blow, still standing beneath all the power Yelena possessed! She supposed all that bulk wasn't just inflated air after all...

Acting fast before her opponent could withdraw her fist, the Juggernaut lashed out with her own uppercut at the woman's stomach, stepping inside her arm's length in an attempt to land a vicious blow of her own! She wasn't just going to stand here and be thrown around! Not while she had a bit of strength left in her body!

If her punch connected, Cicilia would only step in closer, bringing her other arm around in a vicious overhand right, aiming to strike DOWN across Yelena's cheek... and maybe stun her if she was lucky! The German would keep in as close as she could, refusing to give any ground to her larger opponent! Not... One... INCH! It was against her code, the way she fought! She couldn't stand it if she just let Yelena dominate her!

"Disappointed... NOW!?" She demanded, grabbing onto the straps of her rival's top, DRAGGING her in for an utterly brutal knee-strike into her stomach!

Yelena's fist dug in deep into Cicilia's Guard with enough force that even with her guard up the Russian was expecting the German to be doubled over despite blocking it, what she got instead was the Juggernaut returning fire with some interest added on for good measure, the boxer's fist digging into Yelena's sculpted abs with an "Urk!" getting the powerlifter to bend over just in time for Cicilia's overhead punch to connect flush, sending the pink haired woman staggering back as far as the grip on her top would allow.

The Pink haired powerhouse coughed up something fierce as the Juggernaut buried her knee as hard as she could into the Russian's stomach, but when the German tried to pull back from the strike, she'd find that the Russian wasn't just doubling over from having the air driven out of her lungs, one of Yelena's arms had wrapped it's way around Cicilia's thigh and wasn't letting go. "Nyet." The amazon panted, a smile still on her face despite the heavy shots as she wrapped her free arm around the Juggernaut's waist and lifted, hoisting the German up into the air and turning her upside down, letting the brunette's stomach rest against her shoulder as she stood up straight, groaning with the effort it took to get aching muscles working again.

"What in the..." Cicilia gasped as her thigh was taken by the Russian wrestler, flipping her upside down and holding her right in front of her in an ominous position! Oh, this wasn't going to be good... even if she could punch her way out, she only had gravity and a floor to greet her fall! But if she did nothing, it would only be the same but WORSE... She knew what she had to do...

"GOOD!" She declared, cocking her fists back! "BECAUSE I'M NOT EVEN GETTING STARTED YET!!" With a roar, she let off a flurry of punches lacking in power individually... but all together forming a wall of fists that could not be walked through and had HUGE amounts of damage potential! Her arms were a blur as she hung from the Russian, peppering the larger woman's chest, lower jaw and abs with blows that would've punched holes in lesser women, make them appear as if they were swiss cheese!

"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!" She chanted with each punch, each impact sending a SHOCKWAVE of energy across the Russian's body if they hit!

Hoisting Cicilia up was the easy part, getting the boxer to stay still long enough to be effectively ragdolled was a different thing altogether. Yelena had already been peppered by a barrage of punches from the German before and carrying her around while being punched like this wasn't helping as much as the Russian had hoped.

Even without being able to use footwork and twist her body to throw more force into the punches the Juggernaut was still able to batter the Pink Haired Powerhouse enough to force Yelena staggering away without her, holding her increasingly bruised chest in pain. All that Cicilia had to worry about now was the drop down to the canvas... admittedly that was still a big thing to worry about.

Cicilia's rapid, powerful punches hammered into the Russian's stomach, beating into those abs in an effort to hammer them to jelly! She had to admit... it was at first like punching a wall... Her knuckles and wrists kinda hurt, minimal give from the girl's stomach... but as she kept punching, as she kept BEATING into them, she could feel her strength beginning to wear them down!

"MUDA!" She roared, SLAMMING A MASSIVE straight into Yelena's stomach, forcing her to stumble back and let the German go... right onto the back of her neck as she fell to the floor!

"UGH!" She groaned, flopping over on her side as gravity tipped her, Cicilia slow to rise as over a hundred pounds of weight SLAMMED upon one of her most vital areas! She would rise, however, climbing to her feet as her MASSIVE opponent regained herself, the Juggernaut huffing and puffing heavily, one eye shut to BARE with the sharp, stiffening pain running up and down her spine!

"...Th-that's not even my strongest punch..." Cicilia boasted, trying to blink the agony out of her vision! "C-come get some!"

While whatever Yelena had planned for Cicilia would have been bad for the Juggernaut, the boxer's fall was high up there on things that officially hurt like a bitch to both watch and feel. The big Russian had been left doubled over and wheezing while trying not to retch and she still looked as though she got the better of that exchange. Even if the sensation that she was about to cough up something red told Yelena something different.

"You are making it worse for yourself..." the pink haired powerhouse growled, trying to pull herself up straight while what remained of her abs disagreed with that idea "Da... stubborn is good, but do you think you're in good place to taunt?" She asked, stomping her way over to the Juggernaut "I am not your heavy bag." the amazon spat out before reaching down to grab at one of Cicilia's arm and wrench it and the rest of her back up.

"It... It doesn't matter... You should stop worrying about me..." The German growled as Yelena pulled Cicilia up to her feet. "AND FOCUS ON YOURSELF!" It mattered not if she was in a place to gloat. It didn't even matter that Yelena might even hold a noticeable advantage! All that mattered was that Cicilia could still move and if she could still move, she could still fight! She noticed just how badly the Russian had been taking her punches, how she looked like she was going to vomit something up... right on that borderline...

Then a few more good blows...

Once the German had reached her feet, Cicilia would suddenly WRENCH her shoulders to the side, trying to pull them out of the larger woman's grasp before bringing a fist up in a MASSIVE uppercut to Yelena's solar-plexus, aiming to BLAST whatever was left of her air... and nausea control right out of her! Should her attack hit, the juggernaut would grab her head, holding it in place as Cicilia pulled back her own... to SLAM it right into the Russian's nose! Each movement was a chore, flashing her already worn muscles with burning, draining pain... She could feel them tense agonizingly with each movement but she wouldn't give in...

Not until she was completely knocked out, damn it! ...Or Yelena was, of course!

Should these last two hits connect Cicilia would attempt to SHOVE the Russian back before raising her boot, attempting to SLAM the sole of it into her opponent's jaw in a MASSIVE high-kick, aiming to take her to the floor in a BRUTAL combination!