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

Shortly after the Alice curled herself into a ball from pain and lack of breath in her body, Cicilia declared the match as "over"...and despite Alice wanting to disagree, that last knee took all the remaining fight she had in her. For all intents and purposes, as Cicilia dropped her large body over Alice's, it was over. The Pale Rider closed her eyes in defeat...

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Alice felt the small rumbling on the canvas, and smiled. Right as a yellow-clad, masked figure jumped into the air:

"THREE...NO!"

Millimeters were left between ref's arm and the canvas as the German was dropkicked by GASTER off of her sister. The Shadow Lord got a good bit of speed to her run, the impact being strong enough to actually shift the Boxer off of her sister!

In reality, GASTER was scared out of her wits to continue the match...but at the end of the day, doing anything other than this was to betray herself and Alice as a team. She knew her sister had a lot more fight in her...

Cicilia's weight pressed down upon Alice like a statue upon a person, the German's presence completely pinning the other girl down. No resistance, no struggle... Alice was done for all her bravado was worth. There was no small amount of shame in the heart of the Juggernaut having completely dominated this fight. Two on one and it wasn't even a struggle. An annoyance, yes. An exercise, most likely but it wasn't really a fight. Cicilia couldn't help but recall a scene from a child's cartoon, one of a massive man with two child-like entities clawing at his back. Indeed, they could scamper around his form with an agility that could make him blush, constantly slipping just out of his grasp each time but, in the end, they would be caught and stomped out... just like now. In the shows it was funny. Hell, it was even satisfying, watching those annoying insects pestering the larger figure.

...Somehow, it didn't feel quite so good when she was the one doing the stomping and when her targets were so unbearably human. Cicilia was so used to her opponents being freaks, humans that wore their skins like suits in order to BARELY hide the demented beast that lurked just beneath. She was comfortable in that world, even, knowing that no matter how far she took things, she would forever have the moral high-ground, to have every justification to keep the war-machine in power. Escalation, forcing a battle of increasing attrition, these things Cicilia excelled at... But when used against people like these...

...It resulted in this.

How does one apologize for winning?

Cicilia didn't use dishonorable tactics within the lexicon of wrestling. No cheap-shots across either woman's chest, between their legs or upon their eyes. She did not hide nor scrounge up weapons to use against them. She didn't have another woman come down and smash Alice and Clara into the canvas. Cicilia was mighty enough to earn her victory against two competent opponents on her own.

...But it never felt good when you knew you were someone else's bad-guy. Heel...? Cicilia was no heel. She had no taste for the showmanship, the facade of evil put on for the audience's benefit... But to be the scourge of someone... to be the object of that hatred...

"NNGH!"

Cicilia grunted lightly as Clara SIDELINED her out of nowhere, a shoulder-charge that took both Cicilia and herself ROLLING away from Alice in a ball of desperate struggles and shocked retaliation! The German reflexively would GRAB onto the smaller masked woman, her sanguine eyes glaring into those hollowed sockets Gaster sported. Why wouldn't she just let this END!? Was it worth proving some stupid point if it meant being beaten into the dust by a superior foe? What could she possibly be trying to prove!?

...

Unless Clara could first, Cicilia would attempt to wrestle control over the smaller fighter and PIN her to the floor, the boxer's hands placed firmly upon her shoulders, her knees straddling Gaster's hips!

"Just give it up!" Cicilia demanded... almost as if she were pleading! "You two are no match for me!"

Right as GASTER tried to get up after her charge, Cicilia would recover before she anticipated, tackling her back to the canvas, her shoulders firmly pinned to the canvas by the German boxer, the Shadow Lord resisting the force pressing her into the ground!

"Mgggh...n-no!", she refused to give up, continuing to struggle in Cicilia's arms.

Alice, on the other hand, would get a shot of adrenaline going through her body at seeing her sister trapped by the boxer...

...and Cicilia being in a perfect position for a powerful attack from Alice.

Taking to the ropes, Alice would generate a good bit of momentum as she ran right at the boxer, aiming her elbow right for the back of her head, specifically the point between Cicilia's head and neck! If successful, Cicilia would be seeing stars in her eyes, if not outright knocked out...