Belinda Northman vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt

Cicilia had achieved her reversal and in short order but it seemed that Belinda was able to react faster to the German's pin-attempt than she could to the Swede's! With only one count, the boxer was tossed off to the side, the two fighters scrambling to their feet once again, Cicilia's chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Damn... She had thought she'd done enough to get better results than just a one second count... The hell was this girl MADE of?? When her fists connected with her, all the signs pointed to some kind of remarkable damage and yet she's able to kick out of the German's pin... With HER strength... at ONE?

...Either Belinda was holding back a lot of power solely for moments like these... or Cicilia was the whole fight and didn't know it. Perhaps it was the fact she wasn't losing herself to anger that was making her blows less... damaging. Maybe. Adrenaline was the source of her pinnacle of power, after all... She couldn't say she'd be disappointed if that were the case, however. It wasn't often she actually got to ENJOY the fights she was put in, to revel in the challenge and the fact her opponent wasn't a stark-raving maniac. The Juggernaut would simply have to cope with the potential downsides that came with being centered in her head... because the rewards for doing so were so much more worth it.

"You're pretty stubborn, Belinda..." Cicilia complimented, flashing the blonde champ a genuinely warm smile. "Better be of you're going to stand up to me." Cicilia cocked back a fist down by her side, her eyes narrowing and muscles tensing as she focused a great deal of power into that arm... Her other one was held FIRMLY in place before her, an iron guard to deflect any potential incoming strikes... She was going to have to put SOME POWER into this blow if she was going to knock Belinda's lights out... More than she did for most girls who received the Train-Wrecker punch!

Belinda moved in after the two of them had gotten up to their feet, staring each other down for a few moments, arms raised it looked as if they were both prepared to go at it again. Hearing the compliment that Cicilia threw her way, the Swede would crack a little smile as she looked on at the boxer. " You could say that again." The Swede responded as she would ready her arms.

She didn't want to waste anytime, so she would step forward and aim to move in towards Cicilia. Belinda knew more than well enough by this point that she had to be vary of Cicilia's punching prowess, she was a machine when it came to throwing those punching, like a piston engine. Though...Belinda was still able to give her a run for her money so far!

Stepping in, the blond would ready her arms, raised and ready to go she'd move in towards Cicilia and try and send a swift right hook aimed right up for the cheek of the raven haired boxer.

Seemingly determined to out-punch a born-and-raised boxer, Belinda confronted the German with a strong hook to the boxer's jaw! Cicilia's defensive hand quickly moved to intercept, shifting between the oncoming fist and her head, forcing the Swede's fist to colide with her forearm and shoulder instead! The German grunted as the force traveled through her, leaving a small scuff upon her skin where Belinda's knuckles had dug in... Still so much power... After all the damage Cicilia had done to her, Belinda was still coming at her as if she was fresh from the start! It was DAMN frustrating... It almost made her feel as if her strength-training wasn't doing her much good! Was she really that much weaker when she had first come to the AFW...? She felt as if she had grown quite a bit since that day in ALL forms and yet... Here Belinda was, hardly even exhausted, still coming...

Even Ouka would've been stumbling around, punch-drunk after taking so many hits.

Suffice it to say Cicilia felt as if she SHOULD'VE been prying the advantage out of the blonde's fingers already, considering slug-fests like these were the places Cicilia shined! As she climbed the ranks through AFW, Cicilia felt herself grow stronger, lift heavier weights, punch through stronger bags but when it came to these kinds of women... women who she could keep up with and fight on equal footing... It was was like EVERYTHING balanced out... Strength, speed, etcetera, etcetera. When she hit Belinda, she hit back just as hard where almost every other girl she had ever fought was sent REELING away, clutching her cheek!

While it was exciting at first... the lack of tangible progress was starting to wear on her self-confidence! Will even a fully-charged train-wrecker punch do it...? The last couple girls had been able to take her one-hit K.O. move like it was NOTHING... Either she needed new techniques (which she refused to believe)... Or these girls were made of fucking metal. There was no in-between here.

Still... She had to try. It was against her code to just give up the fight!

Belinda's body was exposed with her fist slamming against the German's arm, Cicilia's own fist tightening into a small ball of power!

"EAT THIS, NORTHMAN!" Cicilia roared, her arm arching up in a DOOMSDAY-level blow, her fists rending a gash in the air so deep, it her arm moved like an after-image as it SHOT UP into Belinda's stomach! If her Train-Wrecker Punch connected, the impact of her fist would sound as if a CANNON had gone off next to the ears of EVERYONE watching or participating, the air surrounding Belinda's back opposite of her stomach would EXPLODE in a shockwave that traveled the length of her spine and beyond!

...If Cicilia's punch connected, the sheer STRENGTH Cicilia exhibited would come back to bite her... though, granted not as bad as it would've been if she had missed...

Newton's third law would BITE into the German's entire arm, all of the boxer's upper-body strength being traveled through it! It was as if someone had diverted an entire state of "Overdrive" into the piston-machine that was the boxer's arm, overclocking it for just a few moments of Hyper-performance!

Belinda was by all means not doing okay, her body was hurting and she was feeling a lot more woozy than she would normally feel. Though as a Champion, as a Northman, as Belinda...she pushed through that and continued to fight. That was what she had done so far to get as far as she could and she wasn't about to change that! The road is a long and painful one, so you just gotta grit your teeth and keep on running!

The punches of Cicilia were some of the nastiest blows she'd ever taken, the only one she could compare her too was...Ouka but with Alaina level of power behind her blows. It was a nasty feeling. She knew that if Cicilia dug into her with a flurry of hits or managed to overwhelm her with blows she might just be out.

When that loud roar came from Cicilia, Belinda's attention turned seeing the arm of Cicilia's shooting up, the window of reaction was narrow. More narrow than she'd ever wanted. A blow like that would leave her a coughing mess and probably cave in her abs. The blond would twist and then turn on her heels! Narrowly, ungodly narrowly avoiding the blow as it smacked into her open jacket and made it flutter up from the impact of the hit!

Belinda tried to let her own momentum and movement carry her around Cicilia, as she tried to get in behind the raven haired boxer. This wasn't a boxing match after all, and it was time that Belinda showed Cicilia that! Her arms would shoot up and try and snag them in under Cicilia's armpits! Trying to interlock her own hands behind Cicilia's head and neck and aim to lock in a Full Nelson! Pushing her impressive chest into the upperback of Cicilia as she aimed to lock off the main weapon of her fearsome opponent!

Cicilia's punch BARELY missed... and by barely, she meant by mere atoms of space. Belinda might've even been able to feel the blade of air that surrounded the boxer's fist as it slipped JUST past her stomach as she moved... but the German would certainly feel the kick-back on her own body by using her own technique! The train-wrecker punch was the epitome of the high-risk-high reward... if the risk was guaranteed and the reward was not! The Juggernaut was known for her steam-rolling strength compacted into a body perhaps a little to small for it... As tough as she was, compacting ALL that power into just one limb was BOUND for disaster. There was a reason why most trainers would tell their students to NOT HIT AS HARD AS YOU COULD ALL THE TIME... and that was because the kick-back from those blows and the energy-consumption would lead to draw-backs one might not be able to come back from in a fight.

...this was probably a good example of that advice going unheeded.

Cicilia's should TOOK the kick-back of her punch hitting absolutely nothing, Newton's third law RIPPING into her joint's and tendons as if it were a vengeful beast, sending burning shocks of exhaustion and over exertion down her limp... and somewhat down her ribs as well! Her entire arm BURNED with the mistake that was this Train-Wrecker punch, a punch that very nearly dislocated her own ARM in the process of it's use... a punch that surely would've guaranteed her victory had it hit... and almost solidified her chances of losing since it missed!

Case and point, Belinda SLIPPED around the Juggernaut as she reeled from the effects of her own punch, slipping her arms under the boxer's and cranking them up in a full-nelson hold, preventing the boxer from using her key-form of attack... or most any of them for that matter!

"GAAAH!" She cried out in pain as her wounded arm was JERKED up against her will... the German attempting to PUSH them down anyway, despite the pain! She wouldn't allow this to turn against her... NOT AGAIN! She was so close to beating the TAG CHAMPION! SHE COULDN'T BOTCH THIS NOW!

...But one side of her wouldn't cooperate.... The side she had thrown that punch... it was too weak, too damaged!

...And besides... there was that distraction of Belinda's surprisingly large and soft chest mashing into her shoulder-blades!

That had been a dangerously close blow, it hadn't even touched her at all and it still felt as if she had taken a glancing blow. It would probably have been over for her if she had taken that hit. Thankfully for the blond, she had trusted her instincts in this case and done her best to avoid the strike.

She managed to slip in behind Cicilia, her arms shooting up as quickly as her body allowed her to do so as she would lock Cicilia up from behind in that Full Nelson Prison! Shackling the raven haired boxer and putting pressure on her already hurting shoulder and arm after that heavy blow she had just missed!

Pressing herself against Cicilia's frame, Belinda would pant out....taking a deep breath she would start to bend her knees a bit! Suddenly with a heave the blond would aim to lift and throw Cicilia backwards! Attempting to arch her back and swing, after all, she had no intention of weakening Cicilia in a full nelson when she could bring her down hard with something much more painful!

Belinda would try and swing Cicilia down and smack her down shoulders first into the canvas as she aimed to go for a Dragon Suplex! Should it hit the Tag Champion would quickly try and bridge in order to go for a pin attempt!

"RAAAAH!" She roared, attempting to bend over forward to FORCE Belinda with her, to make the champion give up her position of power! Little did the boxer realize... the blonde had more control over her than she thought! With a mighty heave of her own, the champion SLAMMED Cicilia down onto the mat in a VICIOUS Dragon Suplex, the Juggernaut SLAMMED on the back of her neck and shoulders, the impact forcing the German to spit a small spray of saliva from her mouth in shock! Her eyes were clenched shut in pain as she was held there in a pin-attempt, the Ref SLIPPING over to them both on her front, hand raised in preparation for the count!

ONE!

Cicilia groaned, her body already writhing as she was coming back to herself, every instinct in her body telling her this position relative to gravity was nothing less than backwards!

TWO!

"NO!" Cicilia grunted, THROWING herself hard to the right, breaking out of the pin as she brought the bridge DOWN and to the side! The German would gasp loudly, actually shaken by how hard that suplex was, utterly shocked Belinda had THAT much power left! Usually people got WEAKER as fights went on... Was Belinda that strong...? Or was Cicilia getting weaker!? Both options seemed equally impossible!

Cicilia wasn't easy to heave up, she was struggling like a freshly caught beast, but with a heave and that trademark Northman strength the blond was able to heave Cicilia up off of her feet and then spiked her! Back of her head and shoulders hitting the canvas, as the thud had the crowd pop in surprise and cheer as Belinda hit that Dragon Suplex and instantly went for that bridging pin!

The referee quick to slip beside them, began their count....but it looked as if perhaps it wasn't enough! She could already feel Cicilia struggle after the first count and then when the second came, the Boxer pushed up, kicking straight out of the pin and breaking the bridge of Belinda, throwing them both onto their side. The blond was quick to pull her arms free and push upwards.

Sweat dripping from her forehead, running down her cheek and falling off from her chin. She shook her head, this woman was tough. Though that word was an understatement, a disservice to her tenacity. Clenching her fists, Belinda decided to go for it. With Cicilia hopefully still down, Belinda would take to a run! At full speed she'd run towards the ropes and attempt to jump onto the middle one! Springboarding off of it as she took to the sky! Trying to come flying backwards to Cicilia's downed frame and aimed to hit her with a Lionsault!

While Belinda was quicker on the recovery, Cicilia took quite a bit more time after taking that suplex! Whatever the blonde had done to her cut her deeper than what her pain had described, the German's strength returning to her at such a stunted pace, she was having trouble PUSHING herself up on her knees, let alone to her feet! Frustrated, the best the boxer could do was flip over on her back and huff for air, her brow scrunched up in annoyance, her mouth open, gasping for air... Little did Cicilia realize... the shadow that was falling over her suddenly was created from the body of a certain Swedish champion falling on her like a ton of bricks! Strong, honorable, nerdy bricks!

"GAH!" She gasped as their chests SLAMMED against one another, a reflexive blush flashing across the cheerleader's face as Belinda slammed into her!

"D-damn it..." Cicilia cursed, the words escaping from her lips like soft breezes from her throat. "...I'm... not done.... with you..." Perhaps a futile declaration... Belinda was pulling ahead! She already had a huge advantage at the start by being capable in all forms of wrestling... and now she was breaking them out on a weaker Cicilia! If the boxer didn't get things in hand soon, she was going to lose this!

...She had to do SOMETHING!

Smacking down right on top of Cicilia, chest across chest for that Lionsault, the crowd popped with a huge reaction as Belinda started to bust out the high-flying moves. Spectacle style always had a lot of favor with the crowd after all, and it looked as if it was working out rather well.

She would hear the words of Cicilia as she would start to push herself up, turning and looking towards the ropes. She would try and grab a hold of Cicilia by her arm and try and yank her up into a seated position. All before she would turn and run at full speed to the ropes. Aiming to bounce off of them and then come charging towards Cicilia.

Dropping into a slide as she tried to come in and smack the German Boxer straight in her chin with a Sliding D, otherwise known as one of Belinda's Signature moves - Stardust!