SS 15 Entropy Title Match: Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt(C) Vs. Julia Rogers

When something grows commonplace in a setting, its removal is very noticeable. Such is the case of Drake Vyril, whose voice is distinctly absent in this crescendo of cheer for the European champion. His heart sank when Julia's finisher was screwed, and though he plead for the girl to stir and throw her opponent off, it just wasn't to be. But now, under the weight of Gwendolyn's supportive fans, he's absolutely silent. It's a black hole of noise. A vacuum, marked only with a very dour-faced young man with a white-knuckle grip on the guard rail.

His girl needs to know this audience isn't just about her opponent. She needs to see that he believes in her, not just hear his voice cut through the swath of chants. She means a lot to someone. She needs to know that her victory means something to more people than just her - that she wouldn't be alone in celebrating. He doesn't feel he's close enough to her for this. He's going to fix that.

"'Scuse me," says Drake as he weaves around some bodies, occasionally having to walk across some chairs. Sweet freedom from the crowd is in sight, and he makes it out to the ramp before a burly security guard interposes himself between the young model and the ring. "Hey, come on. I'm her boyfriend!"

"Riiiight." A smaller security guard elbows his partner and murmurs a quick message. Drake looks increasingly impatient, his gaze furtively flitting between his human obstacles and the ring. The larger of the two guards lifts his eyebrows in surprise and gives Drake a new, apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but the rules say no one goes ringside. No exceptions. You're going to have to take your seat, mate."

Drake is left at a loss. He flounders there, wanting to get closer to the action, to where he knows Julia will see him, but he doesn't want to do anything to compromise the match's integrity - much less screw things up for the top contender. Left with no recourse, he grabs the guard's shoulder and leans aside to get a clear look at his girl - presently attempting to sling her opponent and break free of a headlock.

"Julia! You can do this!," he shouts. "Fight smart! Think fast, act faster! You've got this! Know that!"

Ever since their initial encounter when Julia's announced herself as Gwendolyn's replacement for SummerSplash and latest soon to be conquered adversary, the heiress couldn't help but take some manner of pleasure from pushing just the right buttons to illicit a response from the cowgirl. Although her last attempt to get under her skin resulted in Julia outright assaulting the poor defenseless heiress, Gwendolyn took it as a sign that the cowgirl was one who could easily be brought off her game with but a few words. And as loquacious as the heiress could be, that was a weakness all too easily exploited. Evidenced by how easily she escaped the lock up and latched on the side-headlock.

Gwendolyn elicited an unladylike groan of exertion as she wrenched in the constricting side-headlock with an emphatic stomp of her boot. Her entire body went completely rigid from the focused squeeze play on Julia's trapped head, her petite, flexing bicep restricting airflow around her neck with the side of her masked face nuzzling up further against Gwen's sumptuous chest. The heiress saw this as righteous payback from earlier on in the match when Julia saw fit to practically engulf her face in the cowgirl's bosom and keep her pinned to the mat in the embarrassing setup. Although she regrettably wouldn't be able to relish in the reversal of fortunes for long as Julia began to deliver repeated elbow strikes to her ribcage from behind.

"Nngh...Nngh...Gah..." With each consecutive blow to her back, Gwen's formerly fastened grip on the headlock would loosen more and more. The added leeway from being increasingly jostled free and the distraction afforded by the stunning strikes to Gwens back allowed Julia the leverage to place herself against the rope before shoving the heiress off of her. Finding herself sprinting forward from the sudden shove, Gwendolyn opted to use this momentum to her advantage for a swift counter attack by bouncing off the ropes and delivering a jaw-breaking knee strike upon her return to the lowly dojo lackey.

While trapped in the headlock, Julia saw from the corner of her field of vision what she could’ve sworn was Drake by the barricade, being confronted by security. Was he trying to get to the ring? If he succeeded that would’ve no doubt spelled an immediate disqualification for Julia and ended the match here and now. But she knew he’d never intentionally do something that would cost her such an important match. After the first round ended the way it had, the cowgirl could only assume Drake was making an intense effort to get closer so he could support her to the fullest extent of his ability. And even though security and the rules of this Lucha Libre match prevented it, the sentiment alone meant more to Julia than she’d likely ever be able to explain.

As her elbows drove Gwen back one step at a time into the ropes and forced the heiress to loosen her hold, Julia felt her mind becoming much more focused. There was still plenty of anger and resentment toward the aristocrat, but it felt like those emotions were now feeding an adrenaline rush. She felt more ready now than every to show the defending champion what real Lucha Libre was all about!

Julia sent the heiress running across the ring, her eyes remained locked onto Gwendolyn as Drake’s encouraging words reached her ears, essentially acting as the final sparks that ignited a wildfire inside Julia. And as her adversary came dashing back toward her, the luchadora suddenly hurled herself into the air toward Gwen with her legs extended out. She sought to close the limbs right around the aristocrat’s neck, then quickly flip backward to throw Gwen to the mat with a hurricanrana!

After cinching in the hold with that much strained effort the illustrious heiress found it difficult to comprehend where Julia was finding all these untapped pockets of resistance, especially after having just been practically knocked unconscious moments ago. Relinquishing the hold was unfortunate but judging from how forceful Julia's strikes were Gwendolyn realized she was doing more harm than good to herself by continuing to latch on to her. What's more she was more inclined to keep up a speedy tempo to hopefully blindside her with more of her elegantly agonizing kicks, rebounding offensively off the ropes just as Julia had done to her in the beginning of the match.

"Eh?!" However just about when the haughty aristocrat would return to the middle of the ring her reaction speed would come up wanting as her boots screeched against the mat in a last ditch attempt to slow herself down. Instead of a weary cowgirl ready to once again be knocked back down, Gwen was greeted to the distressing sight of Julia leaping towards her with her legs spread apart before the cowgirl took a seat upon her shoulders. Gwendolyn scrunched her reddening face from the sudden binding of Julia's thighs around her neck as well as from the unobstructed view of Julia's crotch before being flipped off her feet and slammed back first to the unforgiving canvas with a deadened thud.

"Wah!!" After having been seamlessly tossed through the air in as fluid a motion as possible, Gwendolyn instinctively rolled and tumbled along with the momentum in a desperate bid to remove herself from the ring as quickly as she could. Luckily, or rather unluckily, her nimble frame would garner more hang time and distance so slipping out under the bottom ropes wouldn't take too much effort. Despite having crash landed already her world was still spinning from the flashy hurricanrana, the heiress groggily taking a few steps towards the barricade to distance herself from Julia with a hand massaging her lower back while she staved off the lingering disorientation.

Had Gwendolyn opted not to spend as much time as she had rubbing Julia’s humiliating first round defeat right in the cowgirl’s face, things might be quite different now. The second round would have begun sooner, giving Julia less time to recover, and there wouldn’t have been added frustration from the champion’s taunting to contribute to the luchadora’s adrenaline. Take those away, and Julia likely wouldn’t have been in very good shape at all to fight back against the heiress, who at this moment just might’ve been able to put the cowgirl on her back again with relative ease.

But as it was, Julia felt like an angry tiger who had been unleashed on her prey, and was ready to start mauling. And as she jumped out toward the aristocrat, she landed in a seated position over Gwen’s shoulders, giving her adversary and up close and personal view of her crotch as her thighs clamped against the sides of the heiress’ blonde head. She then quickly flipped backward and tossed Gwen across the ring with picture perfect hurricanrana!

The sudden display of acrobatics from Julia elicited a round of cheers and applause from the audience, though once again more for the move itself than for her, but the challenger knew it was too early to celebrate. And she glanced over in Gwen’s direction just in time to see the pompous champion slithering out of the ring. Oh no you don’t! Julia thought to herself as she prepared to teach the heiress something very important about Lucha Libre: the ringside area was NOT a safe zone. Far from it, as a matter of fact.

Julia watched the direction Gwen was moving then bolted off into the ropes and ricocheted off of them, sprinting toward the side of the ring the aristocrat was standing by, before vaulting over the top rope and flipping forward through the air, aiming to come crashing down right onto the Entropy champion! Whatever happened, the landing was bound to be uncomfortable. But Julia did her best to try to ensure Gwen got the absolute worst of it.

Gwendolyns' ungraceful tumbling act courtesy of Julia's adrenaline fueled hurricanrana practically sent her petite figure flipping out of the ring all on it's own, but the heiress knowingly exited the ring of her own accord. Still all to aware of how Julia's arrested control of the match back away from her after succumbing to one of her blasted high-flying maneuvers, Gwendolyn intended to not allow history to repeat itself by putting as much distance between herself and the cowgirl as possible. The heiress wanted to give herself time to clear the cobwebs in her head and reestablish her shaky equilibrium before proceeding any further in this match, her one way of keeping the match under her control...

"Hm?" Waning dizziness and lingering back pains aside, Gwendolyn peered curiously upwards to see that, to a man, each member of the audience in front of her had risen out of their chairs. She raised an eyebrow in slight bewilderment as to just what was going on until she noticed that their gaze was directed just behind her, an immense feeling of dread overcoming her upon that realization. At first briefly entertaining the ridiculous notion that if she didn't turn around it may just go away on it's own, Gwen reluctantly spun herself back to the ring to see the cowgirl spring-boarding cleanly over the ropes!! Julia's shady silhouette had blotted out the houselights just above Gwen's field of vision, still too rattled by the hurricanrana to defend herself aside from a meekly raised hand before the acrobatic cowgirl splashed full force upon the poor heiress!!

"GAH!!!!" Collapsing immediately back down to the mat beneath the hefty weight of her high-flying opponent, Gwen's limbs would remain elevated for a moment before slumping back down. The flattened heiress had taken the full impact of Julia's suicidal dive and serve as an unwilling aristocratic cushion for the cowgirl. She remained splayed out on the mat and groaning out loud from being knocked for a dizzying loop, an added embarrassing emphasis being that Julia's curvy rump had smacked into her face upon her descent and was now pressed against her heaving chest. While the ref would now start the prolonged count out due to the lucha-libre match stipulations, the audience, in rousing support of Julia's death-defying acrobatics, would let their approval be known with "Lu-cha!!! Lu-cha!!!" chants!!!

"1!!"

Even though the London crowd had made it loud and clear they were supporting the hometown girl, the audience seemed to erupt like a volcano as Julia took flight and crash landed right on top of Gwen! The cowgirl’s sexy rear was introduced to the heiress’ face upon impact, and came to rest upon the girl’s chest as both combatants came to the ground. With the aristocrat now having used Julia as a throne on two different occasions, it felt damn good to have that role reversed for once.

The luchadora sat up on Gwen’s chest for a moment while brushing a bit of hair out of her face, lingering just long enough to rub the situation right in the champ’s face, before quickly pulling herself back to her feet. “Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” she said, high fiving a few fans there at the front row. Clearly the fact that she was the hometown favorite’s opponent was overshadowed by the fact that they had a chance to touch a wrestler right in the middle of an exciting match. Regardless, the facts that the fans were enjoying herself and Julia was taking it to Gwen were all that mattered to the luchadora right now.

She’d then move back over to the heiress and grab her by an arm, then start hauling her to her feet. “Come on, Gwen. Lets get ya a bit closer to these fans of yours.” Julia would say, before turning and trying to send her foe off with an irish whip right at the barricade. The ref had already begun his count, and Julia heard a loud “5!” coming from the ring. But under Lucha Libre rules, where the wrestlers had a 20-count to work with outside the ring, Julia figured she still had plenty of time to wear Gwen down here before taking things back to the ring.

"...Hugh..." Gwendolyn remained motionless beneath the high-flying cowgirl while Julia appreciated the reversal of fortunes between them, dazed from the crash landing but still noticing the appalling situation she was in beneath the cowgirl. When Julia finally unseated her curvy rear from the heiress' cushiony chest Gwen found breathing much less laborious, coughing out lightly as she sluggishly rolled over to lay on her front side. Gwen peered up to witness the blasted cowgirl placating the nearby fans, cringing from the thought of being taken lightly by the dojo lackey and how she was handing Gwen her royal backside so far.  

Julia resumed her near constant pressure by grabbing Gwens arm and hoisting her back to her feet. Her slackened, hunched over posture denoted that Gwendolyn was still reeling from the whirlwind offensive Julia was putting her through. One which the cowgirl was not intending to interrupt with Gwen being hurled unceremoniously towards the crowd. Rather than take a rather unpleasant collision with the sturdy barricade however, the heiress' practiced agility and lithe frame would instead send her tumbling over the partition to splash back first into the unlucky front members of the audience!!

The arena erupted as four fans would be bowled out of their seats after taking the brunt of the fall, crawling out from under the heiress in shock that they had become part of the action. They were visibly shaken but seen laughingly walking off the impromptu pileup, patting Gwen on her sweaty back before backing up behind several security officials. Now having had their own chance at touching a wrestler as well as now having bragging rights that they were able to put their grubby hands on the celebrity aristocrat. Gwendolyn, in shock herself from being manhandled by her opponent, flipped over to lay on her back with her limbs splayed out around her. She blinking concertedly as she struggled to make the world stop spinning and regain some manner of composure...until a bag of popcorn that was propped precariously on a nearby vacated chair tipped over and spilled every buttered and popped kernel on her face...

"..."

...Through the mess of popcorn scattered over her masked face, Gwen stared dead-eyed towards the ceiling, a twitch to her eye and a growing vein of aggravation on the side of her head. Flipped about...tossed around...groped by fans...this match was not going as she would have appreciated...

"8!"

When she fired Gwen off toward the barricade, Julia had only intended to send the heiress into an unforgiving crash with it. But what transpired instead was a series of much, much more interesting events. Gwen did hit the barricade, but then tumbled right over it and onto a group of fans! Several in that section also received a rare chance to touch a competitor in action, though Julia was willing to bet the aristocrat likely didn’t particularly care much for that at all.

But it only got better from there, as Gwen turned over onto her back just in time for a bag of popcorn to spill out right onto her face! Julia couldn’t help but laugh, and so did everyone else who could see it. And since one of the cameras had made their way over to get a look at the Entropy champion just in time for it to happen, that included....pretty much everyone in the arena. Julia wished this had all happened closer to where Drake was so he could have an up close view of it too, but unfortunately he was on the side of the stadium opposite of the two blonde competitors.

Nonetheless, Julia was soon on the move and climbing over the barricade to follow Gwen out into the audience. The ref had still been counting, and Julia vaguely heard an “11!” back in the ring. If she hurried, there’d still be time to get a good move in out here before bringing the heiress back to the ring to finish her off. So Julia reached down and once again grabbed onto Gwen, then began to guide her back up toward a vertical base.

Staring up at the ceiling through the popped kernels strewn across her face was the definitive low point of the match for the heiress, grumbling french expletives while the cameramen caught and aired this one humiliating moment for the entire world to enjoy, rewind, and enjoy again to their hearts content. While nearly the entirety of the arena was having a jolly laugh at Gwens expense, she oddly enough remained prone on the floor while the laughter echoed around her.

Instead taking a moment to stew and recount just how things had turned so horribly south in so short a span of time. From a commanding lead going into the second round to languishing in the front row with the upstart dojo lackey putting on a tremendous spectacle of flipping and tossing her all around the ring like a curly-haired ragdoll. Making her look like a bloody fool on one of the grandest stages imaginable. Mocking the elegant heiress with this undignified treatment in her hometown.

*Insignificant...whelp...* The more she reflected the more that practiced calm and restraint she entered the match with was slowly eroding, grinding her pearly whites as Julia starting hoisting her back to her feet. The ascension was slow and plodding as Gwendolyn provided scant resistance aside from some meek pawing at the hands latched on to her. She dramatically buckled under her own weight back down to her knees at one point, forced to lean into Julia as if needing the cowgirls busty frame as sturdy support to balance herself against. Pained moans escaped her lips with the side of her face pressed against Julia's bare abdomen, a truly pitiable scene of exhausted vulnerability for the poor heiress...

...one which she was feigning to the best of her acting ability. Once standing on her seemingly shaky legs, the conniving heiress would leap in place and clench her hands tightly behind Julia's head. With both her knees bent against her compressed chest, Gwendolyn would shoot Julia an intensely visceral glare before sharply yanking backward and attempting an inverted lungblower!!

"12!"