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

Julia couldn’t even imagine how infuriating it would be if she’d been subjected to the same embarrassing set of circumstances in front of an Albuquerque crowd. But given her feelings toward Gwen as they were, it was a bit hard to feel any sympathy whatsoever toward the heiress. And though she didn’t think too heavily on it, Julia knew her foe’s mindset wouldn’t be any different if their situations were reversed.

As the challenger made her way over to the floored champion, it seemed the aristocrat’s collision with the barricade and the fall into the crowd that immediately followed had taken more out of her than Julia expected. That, or it was just the collective result of Julia’s fast-paced and high-flying offensive in this round. Either way, when Gwen stumbled down and rested against Julia as the cowgirl attempted to hoist the champion up, it appeared the round was as good as won. It was just a matter of getting the worn down aristocrat back into the ring and pinning her.

But it was all an act, one which could’ve won Gwen an Oscar. And before Julia even realized what was happening, a pair of hands wrapped around her blonde head and Gwen’s knees lifted right up to the chest of the cowgirl, who plummeted right down onto them! “UUGH!!” Julia gasped as the lungblower was executed to perfection, and lived up to its name by blasting the air right out of Julia’s lungs.

“13! ....14!”

As devastating as her mid-air collision with the front row audience may have appeared, in truth her fellow Englishmen served well to cushion her fall and make the entire debacle significantly less painful as a result. Not to say she wasn't left completely unscathed, but it was enough to ensure that she still had the wherewithal to convincing sell her deceptive rouse and execute her devastating counter attack with nary any suspicion from the clueless cowgirl.

"Gah!!" Releasing Julia after jamming her legs into her chest would send her opponent catapulting backwards through the air while the exasperated heiress rolled to her side with one massaging her lower back. The concrete floor was particularly unforgiving to her countermeasure, the heiress wincing from the stinging aches as she steadied herself against the recently vacated chairs on her ascension back to her feet. Playing possum was a useful tactic she picked up in her match against Alaina. Her uncouth opponents were easily duped when it came to seeing someone of upper class play up a false injury or vulnerability. Being underestimated and mistaken for weak simply due to her noble upbringing indeed has it's advantages...

Trudging over towards Julia with a look of pure malice in her hazel eyes, Gwendolyn's notorious temper had briefly shrouded her thoughts with excruciating submission maneuvers to capitalize on the languishing cowgirl...until she overheard the referee's countdown echoing over the raucous crowd. She looked back at Julia with a delighted sneer, recognizing a count-out victory was eminent and that Julia had slim to no chance of carrying her carcass back to the ring in time.

"...*pant*...Not how I imagined achieving victory, but...*pant*...C'est la vie...*giggle*...Mayhaps that loud mouthed miscreant can comfort you, if he's even still here~..." Gwen mocked exhaustively before slinking back towards the ring after hopping over the barricade. She rolled under the ropes and propped herself on her knees, smiling delightfully in Julia's direction before brushing popcorn kernels off her shoulders with an annoyed grimace. All the while a booing audience was showing their displeasure with such a gripping match about to be decided in such an anti-climactic fashion...

"15!...16!..."

The almost immediate followthrough to Gwendolyn’s brutal lungblower tossed Julia over head much like a monkey flip, and the cowgirl fell back-first onto the concrete floor with a hard thud. “Agh!” she grunted out, wincing while arching her back enough to move a hand under her to massage her aching back. It had been far from the worst fall the high-flyer had taken, but falling onto concrete always hurt. No way around that.

Julia heard Gwen taunting her once again, then glanced up to see the heiress making her way back into the ring while the ref’s count had already reached sixteen! “Shit!” Julia cursed, then rolled over and unsteadily pulled herself to her feet, then stumbled through the crowd while heading back toward the barricade. But in the meanwhile, the clock was still ticking.

“17!... 18!...”

“Come oooonnn!!” Julia barked at herself through grit teeth as she finally reached the barricade. But it still seemed abundantly clear that it would take more than the remaining time for the blonde to make it back to the ring. It seemed Gwen had secured her victory, in a less than exciting manner. But Julia wasn’t ready to let that happen. She’d be damned if she let her title hopes and aspirations come to such an abrupt and unceremonious end! Gripping the steel guardrail, the daredevil cowgirl leapt up onto it before leaping off of it with a loud shout as if the rail were the top rope, reaching out desperately toward the ropes as she flew!

“19!...”

The fans were on their feet and watching in anticipation. And right before the ref could make the final count, the luchadora’s body landed right on the edge of the apron and rolled under the bottom rope, breaking the count by a hair’s breadth! Julia could hear the entire stadium erupt in thunderous cheers from the fans, excited to know that there was still more to come from these two combatants! How Julia had managed to leap as far as she did, she had no clue. Whether she’d ever be able to make such a jump again, she hoped she’d never have to find out. It seemed miraculous, but all the same the dojo trainee had managed to keep the bout alive, and that’s all she cared about at the moment.

In Gwen's gloriously presumptuous mind, she was already imagining the sound of a champagne bottle uncorking at her lavishly upscale mansion in the countryside. Soothing her aches away from this tiresome matchup in the sweltering waters of her hot tub, classical overtures playing off in the distance while her Entropy title remained enshrined on a nearby pedestal and in it's rightful owner's possession. A sublime and inevitable vision of the future that Gwen was already mentally preparing herself for as she remained propped up on her knees with her arms crossed across her chest.

Watching Julia sluggishly stagger towards the ring through the multitude of lingering fans brought a pompous sneer to her face, gauging that with her hampered movements and the distance she needed to traverse that the wretched cowgirl was fighting a losing battle against time itself. "Such a harrowing sight. Alas, her daring heroics are naught but doomed flailings hopelessly attempting to stave off her lamentable defea-"

Gwendolyns practically poetic interpretation of the events unfolding would come to an abrupt halt at the nigh incomprehensible sight of the cowgirl leaping off the metal barricade, miraculously clearing a distance of at least six feet and rolling under the ropes as the referee already had the "t" in "Twenty" about to be pronounced from her lips. The stunned silent heiress was caught staring slack-jawed in disbelief for several seconds, her elegant visions of her future and spa treatment tragically further prolonged. Gwendolyn raised her hands to cover her masked face, cringing at how tragically close she had come to reigning victorious at her second Summer Splash.

Gwen would raise up back to her feet and re-approach Julia with renewed malice in her heart, intent on making Julia regret re-entering the ring with her. Clenching her arm and gradually lifting Julia back up off the canvas, the heiress appeared to be assisting her opponent back to her feet. However once Julia was on her knees Gwen would use her grip on the cowgirls wrist to wrap that arm across around her neck and then reach down to the same with her other arm until she had synched in a straight jacket submission chokehold. The biceps of Julia's own trapped limbs would start to constrict her airflow as she was forced to look skyward, the pressure exasperated tenfold when Gwendolyn would sit on the canvas behind Julia, raise her leg and dig the treads of her boot square between the shoulder blades of the lowly dojo lackey. Upon the application of the hold the referee would rush to Julia's side and repeatedly ask the cowgirl if she wanted to submit since it was obvious that tapping out was most definitely not an option this time around.

Julia wished she could’ve seen the look on Gwen’s face the moment the count was broken. Knowing she had, at least for now, shut down the heiress’ hopes of a perfect shutout victory was enough to bring a grin to the luchadora’s panting form, but seeing the absolute shock in the expression of the defending champion no doubt would’ve made the moment perfect. Regardless, she had managed to keep the match alive, and now needed to once again rally herself into position to get her momentum back.

But that would have to wait. At the moment, a less than pleased aristocrat was making her way over to the recovering blonde. Julia was then pulled up until she was on her knees, and within moments her own arms were being crossed over her neck as the straightjacket chokehold was perfectly applied! Julia’s eyes shot wide open as Gwen began choking her with her own arms, and one of the heiress’ boots began digging into her upper back to apply even more pressure to the deadly hold!

Almost immediately the ref was kneeling right by Julia and asking if she wanted to surrender. “Hell...no!” Julia managed to force out. The chokehold was excruciating, but there was no way the cowgirl was about to give this one up yet, especially after having just put so much effort into getting back to the ring to keep her chances alive!There wasn’t much Julia could do in this situation, but her only choice was to hold on as long as she could, and try to outlast Gwendolyn’s grip on the hold.

As utterly incensed as Gwendolyn was at the meaningless prolonging of this match and having her vision of that therapeutic spa session shattered to pieces, even she knew that when it came to noteworthy conclusions to a match that a simple count out victory was as anti-climactic an ending one could imagine. Her grand homecoming truly deserved a more definitive ending that showcased how her refined wrestling expertise trumped Julia's nonsensical high-flying techniques.

Gwendolyn fastened her grip with several assertive yanks of Julia's wrists whenever the impudent cowgirl refused to give her submission to the referee. A twisted Pavlovian lesson to teach her opponent that every stubborn denial would be appropriately punished with further constriction of the chokehold around her neck, making the idea of succumbing to the torturous submission more palatable. Arching Julia backward brought her head tilted up with her vision to the blistering lights above, both combatants with a glistening sheen of sweat on their curvy frames from the exhausting match and from maintaining this position for an extended period of time.

Despite her best efforts though, for Gwen the hold was becoming unmanageable due to it's awkward positioning. Therefore the heiress would lighten up in the hold long enough to roll the both of them over until the cowgirl was laying against the canvas. Gwen would continue clasping tightly onto Julia's wrists as she now stood above her, using that grip to lift her upper torso off the mat. Only then would she relinquish the hold and stomp Julia back down to the canvas beneath her, Gwen's pearl white boot grinding into her spine with an entire audience wincing from the vicious slam.

Almost as soon as Julia refused to submit, she squealed out in pain as Gwendolyn cranked back on the hold to apply even more pressure, punishing the cowgirl for her decision. Again the ref asked Julia if she wanted to submit, but still the luchadora refused to yield to the pompous heiress. “NEVER!” she yelled in response, before crying out in agony as Gwen yanked back on Julia’s arms to pile on the constrictive hold’s pain yet again. Mustering resilience became a more difficult task with each passing moment, but Julia tried to hold on as long as she could.

The situation reminded her of a similar occurrence in her debut match, which almost ironically had been against her now-boyfriend, Drake. Early in their bout he had managed to tie her up in a devastating bow and arrow hold, and held Julia in it so long her back was nearly broken in the process. Sheer willpower and resiliency had led her out of that moment of agony and led her to eventual victory, and she was determined to repeat that same result here tonight!

Her persistence paid off, as Gwen was eventually unable to maintain the awkward hold any longer. But Julia wasn’t going to be let off the hook so easily, and was rolled over onto her front, with her arms still held in place around her own neck. Her arms were pulled up, causing the cowgirl to cringe, before she was then stomped right back down! The impact brought Julia’s neck down on her own arms while her breasts crashed onto the mat, and the dojo trainee immediately began to cough profusely while one of her arms moved down to rest over her wounded chest, all while Gwen’s boot ground painfully into Julia’s spine.

The ruthlessness of the jarring impact silenced the members of the audience who were rooting for the underdog cowgirl, the ropes shaking slightly from the reverberations against the canvas. Gwendolyns wrestling boot remained lodged in between Julia's shoulder blades, the pompous heiress delightfully grinding her alabaster footwear into the lowly dojo lackey's spine as she struggled to get air back in her lungs. Subjugating her opponents as they writhed and squirmed beneath her was always provided a deep-seated thrill for her, all of this being due recompense for being recklessly flipped around the ring by her opponent.

The heiress made a grand gesture of her dominant display by bowing elegantly to the audience with her arms wide and to her sides as if she had just concluded a theatrical performance. As the die-hard England loyalists cheered on the extravagant showboating, Gwen straightened herself back up and crossed her arms in front of her puffed out chest...still never missing an opportunity to deride an opponent when given the chance.

"So...are you still under the pitiful delusion that I am undeserving of being Entropy Champion? Those who came before you thought the same, yet they always end up right in this position after learning the folly of their ways~..." Gwendolyn taunted as she eventually moved her boot to press against the side of Julia's masked face, quite literally rubbing it in at this point. Switching from the straight jacket submission to the impactful stomp ended up being a wise decision in terms of transitioning to other forms of offense and keeping Julia guessing, and Gwen intended to keep up that tempo for one final offensive intended to secure her the winning pinfall in this match.

Convinced that all the fight had been stomped out of Julia at this point, the heiress would lean down to lift up Julia back up to her feet by her arm and place her in a firm side headlock. Gwen then would back the both of them up until Julia could feel the middle rope against her backside. Raised her finger to the sky in a grandiose pose, the fans all recognized this as the precursor to a face-slamming running bulldog if undeterred!!!

As if more or less being curbstomped onto the mat wasn’t bad enough, the floored cowgirl was now cringing in pain and discomfort as Gwen tauntingly ground her boot into Julia’s spine. And with the luchadora’s neck having just crashed down onto her own arms, catching her breath was no easy task, and general fatigue wasn’t helping matters in that respect either. Aside from slight shifting of the heiress’ weight on her back, Julia was fortunately not in any position to see the “grand gesture,” though if she had she likely would’ve responded with an equally disrespectful gesture of her own. But she could hear the defending champion’s taunting words loud and clear, and grimaced as Gwen’s boot stepped down on the side of her face.

Just a few minutes ago Julia seemingly had all the momentum in the world and was taking it to the arrogant aristocrat. But now the pendulum had taken quite a swing, and for now Julia could only squirm there while Gwen used her mask and face as a common doormat. The dojo trainee knew she had what it took to take the fight to the heiress. But something had to change, and fast. Gwen was already one fall up in this match, and Julia couldn’t afford to give her foe too much to work with. She desperately needed an opening, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

Fortunately for Julia, Gwen soon took her foot off the cowgirl’s masked fast and pulled her up, but there wouldn’t be any breathing room as the heiress pulled her into a tight side headlock. Julia had gone from having a boot pressing on her face, to the side of a soft, fleshy mound. There was nothing but mat in front of them, and Julia could guess where this was about to go. This was her chance. The timing would have to be perfect, but these next several seconds just might mean the difference between keeping Julia’s chances alive or setting her up for a humiliating defeat.

She brought a hand up to Gwen’s lower back and waited for her to start running forward to attempt the bulldog. And once she did, Julia would push off Gwen’s back to try to send the heiress running into the ropes across the ring, and would almost immediately then start running toward them herself. If successful, then as the aristocrat came bounding back Julia would try to run right by her toward the ropes, before throwing herself into a front handspring. Her legs would bump into the top rope and bounce back down, and as soon as Julia’s boots found the mat again she would spring into a backflip while swinging her right leg at right for Gwen’s head, aiming to catch the Entropy Champion off guard with one of the daredevil’s signature Overhead Kicks!

For what may have been the first time since the lowly cowgirl was announced as her S.S. replacement matchup, Gwendolyn felt compelled to offer some manner of gratitude to Julia. A controversy free thrashing of a member of Taylor Parker's dojo would bolster her claim to her superiority more than the alternative of a treacherously painful altercation with Cassie, certainly if it was a 2-0 sweep. She gleefully tucked in her lifeless opponent securely into her side head-lock, certainly a reoccurring set-up in this legitimately professional matchup due to it's relatively safe and effective execution.

Gwen pointed skyward to rally her supporters before delivering what she felt was the finishing blow, sprinting forward only to be shoved off of the illusive cowgirl towards the ropes!! From a constricting headlock takedown to a discombobulating hurricanrana, Gwen had her heart racing in dreaded reminiscence of how this exact situation has only spelled doom for the poor heiress!! After having seemingly exhausted every way she could think of to counter Julia from this setup, upon bouncing off the ropes Gwen returned to the middle of the ring with her arms raised defensively after stopping in place with a wincing expression on her face...only to notice that Julia was nowhere to be seen. Curiously turning around would give Gwen only the briefest glimpse of a back-flipping Julia, transfixed on the acrobatic antics and leaving her wide open for the overhead kick to practically explode across the top of her golden curled head!!

The resounding *thwack* from the flashy kick elicited a wincing groan from the entirety of the audience. Gwendolyn herself remained standing for the briefest of seconds with a glassy look in her eyes, all before teetering and collapsing down to her knees, then face planting into the mat with an ungraceful thud. Once again succumbing to a fleet-footed offensive counter from the dojo lackey, the deflated heiress remained motionless on the canvas, lost in a fuzzy daze of throbbing head pains...