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

Whatever lingering dizziness Gwendolyn may have still been recovering from since Julia's last rebounding counter off the ropes was exasperated tenfold after the dojo lackey connected with her vicious overhead kick, laying the poor aristocrat out with her golden curls splayed all around her head.

"Nnngh..." Gwendolyn cringed from the chilling sound of Julia's primal roar, a haunting indicator that the cowgirl was riding high from her momentum building counter which didn't bode well for the poor heiress. Lethargically working her way upward to her hands and knees proved fruitless once the cowgirl seamlessly hoisted Gwen off her feet and clutched her limp frame horizontally across her chest. Before any semblance of resistance could be mustered up, the cowgirl implemented the second phase of her momentous comeback by slamming Gwen down spine first over her unforgiving knee. A shrill agonized cry escaped her lips upon impact, her exceptionally flexible body draped lifelessly over Julias knee before being unceremoniously shoved off of the bony joint.

The heiress scrunched her face from the immobilizing pain coursing throughout her battered frame. Any notion of moving any of her limbs in the slightest was a pure pipe dream due to her agonized lower lumbar, Gwendolyn remaining spread-eagled and unknowingly giving Julia no-greater target for what she had planned next. The hyped up audience rose to their feet right along with Julia as she stood precariously on the top ropes, sparkling camera flashes capturing her second attempt at her high-flying finisher.

The raucous approval stirred Gwen back to life somewhat, peering up to notice the familiarity of her surroundings just in time to dread the outcome. She caught a fleeting glimpse of the spiraling cowgirl before being flattened beneath her, splashing perfectly onto her exposed abs!! Every modicum of air was driven out of Gwens lungs as she curled up beneath the cowgirl upon her meteoric impact, thunderous fanfare and applause from Julia's won over supporters sounding off as well. After wordlessly gasping for fresh air the dainty aristocrat would collapse limply against the mat, thoroughly deflated and eyes sewn shut.

In what had become a remarkably steep fall from her commanding lead in the match, the battered heiress found herself on the receiving end of a non-stop assault intended to leave her thoroughly incapacitated and a prime target for Julia's high-flying finisher. Her throbbing head pains disoriented her to the point where coherent thought was a chore, and the debilitating back-breaker made it impossible for her to move in the slightest let alone execute any semblance of a comeback. Unlike earlier in the match, Gwendolyn had neither the time nor physical or mental acumen to counter the impending daredevil antics of the dojo lackey this time around.

""Nnngh..." The sudden weighted sensation of Julia mounting her heaving chest coaxed some life back into her, groaning meekly before the cowgirl synched in the dominant pin position by hooking both of her limp legs tightly under her arms. The demeaning positioning of the pin left Gwen curled up into a pretentious ball with the entirety of the audience getting an unobstructed and crowd pleasing view of her curvy rear as a result. Gwen scrunched her reddened face as she struggled to endure this utterly debasing pinning predicament, as if the cowgirl had rustled an ornery livestock and was pinning it down to subdue it all while the paparazzi snapped their headlining photos.

"2!"

Julia's hefty weight along with her own petite frame weighing down on her shoulders all made the pin count rudimentary. The seamless transitions between the hurricane of offenses left Gwen still too dazed and pummeled to mount any form of resistance aside from some light squirming that had zero chance of breaking up the hold. The heiress heart raced as she heard the referee sound off in the distance, the pin-stripped official slapping her hand against the canvas in what would only be the second pinfall loss of Gwendolyn's illustrious wrestling career.

"3!"

The heiress scrunched her reddened face as she overheard the pervy catcalls from the British audience getting a rise from seeing the dainty aristocrat get treated in such an undignified manner!! Infuriated not only from the humiliating spank and the damage to her mountainous ego, but how this was now becoming a re-occurring trend with her opponents, practically all of them having tanned her behind in some way or another!!

"...uggh..." As utterly incensed as Gwendolyn was, the heiress literally couldn't find the right words to fire back at the cowgirl. Due to her body being folded up like an accordion along with Julia's plump rear weighing down on her chest, she barely had enough air to breath let alone reply with anything outside of choked groans. There was no greater relief once the cowgirl finally dismounted her and allowed her weary frame to collapse against the canvas. From battered head to toe, Gwendolyn was visually reeling from the whirlwind offensive, one arm hugging her caved in stomach as she arose, smacking the ref's hand away when she offered to help. She shuffled off to lean against her own ring corner with her head hung low and her hands grasping the top ropes, taking as much to recover as she could while her loosely hanging golden curls hid her scowling face from the world.

The heiress couldn't fathom how this...trumped up...lowly...dojo flunkey had handed Gwen her first pinfall loss since encountering her beloved Nikolette in the Friction World Cup. It was...jarring...and served well to hammer home the fact that she was now in absolute danger of relinquishing her Entropy title tonight. The wheels in her pompous mind spun feverishly to contemplate how best to proceed, but a swelling rage encompassed her thought processes. Not just from her recent embarrassment, but from how the dojo lackey was winning over the audience...her audience, in what was meant to be a one-sided trouncing of her opponent for her illustrious homecoming.

The London crowd was stomping their feet and clapping their hands in unison in ardent approval of the continuation of this matchup. The anticipation palpable at this point. Once the bell rang signifying the beginning of the final round, Gwen spun in place and marched towards Julia with her fists clenched and a look of righteous indignation on her face. Glaring red-hot daggers at the dojo lackey from afar, once a few feet away Gwen would take a running leap towards Julia and attempt to wrap her sinewy thighs around the cowgirls waist. Clamping on tightly with her legs and proceeding to wail continuous jabs into her masked face in a blind rage, the audience erupted from the decidedly more exciting kickoffs than any of the other previous rounds!!

While Gwendolyn had entered the match with utmost confidence in her capabilities and a pompous swagger to her step, all manner of grace and civility were nowhere to be seen at this point. Giving way to unrestrained rage from having to suffer this impudent cowgirls stubborn resistance for much longer than she anticipated. It was a distinctly feral side to her that only emerged when things weren't going her way, as was the case in this match after the humiliating pin-fall. It gave her enough adrenaline to push forward and catch the dojo lackey off guard at he very least, latching onto her waist and repeatedly striking Julia to her hearts content.

Gwendolyn sneered delightedly as Julia staggered backward and cornered herself against the turnbuckle, each fist connecting square with Julia's eye and the side of her masked face until the cowgirl managed some meager defense by raising her arms to shield her head. Her crimson mask no doubt afforded some scant protection, but Julia was clearly rattled by the aggressive kickoff to this match. Gwendolyn was absolutely by no means a "brawler" by any stretch of the imagination, but for no she was content with simply inflicting pain on her opponent in any possible way and hopefully disorienting her enough to allow for easier transitions into other, less brutish moves in her repertoire.

In any case...that was to be the plan. Until Gwendolyn gasped audibly from being carried out of the corner like a child and slammed back down to the canvas with a ring shaking crash. "GAAAHHHAA!!"  The heiress' shrill scream punctuated just how painful that was for her, arching her battered back and inadvertently shoving her heaving, sweat glistened chest into Julia's masked face before collapsing back down in an exhausted slump. Her sinewy legs would gradually uncoil from Julia's waist as all the aches and pains from her earlier backbreaker were now given new life...