Asuka Kotori Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt: II - Steel Cage Match

Asuka came running at her busty blond foe as she was running high of the momentum that she had managed to get over the former Entropy Champion, looking to crash into that generous chest of the lovely Gwendolyn with her knees...yet before she could even think about jumping up, the woman stepped up and ran towards Asuka.

The eyes of the red falcon widened, her bright blue eyes realizing that she couldn't stop herself right now. Which gave Gwendolyn the perfect chance to step up and send that nasty axe kick right to the raven haired fighters jaw. Snapping Asuka's head backwards from that boot and sending the Red Falcon down onto her back, with her arms and legs eagle spread.

It was with no small degree of vengeful satisfaction that Gwen had finally put an end to Asuka's incessant offensive, the heiress catapulting herself forward to meet her raven-haired rival in the middle of the ring for the jaw-rattling axe kick. Gwen remained upright and standing over her fallen foe after a slight hitch to her step, the crowd echoing their sympathetic groans from the severity of the impact.

Breathing heavily with her heart still pumping from her adrenaline fueled reprisal, Gwen was only just than regulating her breathing now that there was a lull in the action. The heiress' transfixed glare centering solely on her laid out rival before she lifted her pearl white boot to begin circularly twisting the tip of her boot into Asuka's cheek.

A degrading precursor to Gwen's more emphatic message...namely pressing the treads of her footwear entirely against Asuka's face for a grinding foot scrape that had Gwen's boot stomp the mat after it had been peeled from her adversary's grazed visage.

Asuka groaned out as she was down on her front, rolled over onto her back slowly as she groaned out loudly. That kick was painful and it had left her entire consciousness feeling as if it was swimming in a stormy ocean. If she didn't know better she'd assume that her brain was swirling around in her skull. The raven haired woman got quite a few voices of sympathy for her after that kick from the crowd and it continued as jeers started to rain down onto the caged ring as Gwendolyn stepped up and started to grind her boot into the Red Falcon's face.

The Japanese-American's feet soon started to weakly kick against the mat as she moved her hands up towards that boot, trying to forced it off of her, but before she could even make any headway on that....Gwendolyn scrapped her foot off of Asuka's cheek, leaving the raven haired girl wincing in pain as she tried to roll away from the blond whilst moving her hand up to hold her now red and irritated cheek.

Applying a debilitating submission upon the fallen falcon was easily the more tactical and prudent option at that moment, but the smug satisfaction Gwendolyn derided from seeing her earliest rival squirming beneath her boot was unequivocally well worth the risk. The heiress besmirching Asuka's face in a far more brutal fashion than when her raven-haired adversary saw fit to use Gwen's posh visage as her personal seat cushion, but a message needed to be sent that such impudent disrespect would quite simply not be tolerated. And grinding her face into the canvas was Gwen's way of imparting that lesson.

Upon stomping her boot after the face scratching stomp, Gwen remained in place while her flinching adversary rolled and tumbled in retreat. Slow and methodical steps were taken towards her rival as she writhed on the floor, her eyes narrowed with a malicious gleam directed downwards towards Asuka. The heiress patiently biding her time behind Asuka as she seemingly allowed her enough breathing room to get back to her feet...

...but no sooner was Asuka vertical again than Gwen would step up and coil her arms intensely around Asuka's waist. The precursor to Gwen's second attempt at her release German Suplex, her pearly whites gnashed from the amount of vengeance driven power she intended to unleash if all goes as planned.

Asuka groaned as she managed to pull herself up towards her feet, she stumbled a bit...and that stumble led her right into those arms of Gwendolyn which hugged her tightly, she could feel the cushions of those large breasts of her rival against her upper-back as a faint blush appeared on Asuka's face, not something she herself noticed as she was too busy gasping in surprise as she had been caught by her rival....

Then before she could do a single thing about it she was lifted up into the air and then tossed right through the air across the ring. Crashing down shoulder first into the mat with a heavy impact as Gwendolyn's perfectly executed German suplex left Asuka stunned with her legs folded up over her frame and head, her shapely and perfect rear pointing up high into the air as arms laid out beside her head.

Stunned onlookers offered sympathetic groans upon witnessing Asuka making her crash landing squarely on the back of her head and shoulders, the flawlessly executed suplex delivered with enough impactful force to leave Gwen's raven-haired nuisance crumpled over herself with minimal signs of life. The heiress feeling thoroughly vindicated in finally following through on her earlier attempt at suplexing Asuka practically out of her tacky shoes, the sound of the impact as well as the feel of her rival tensing up when Gwen had her wrapped in her clutches were all well worth waiting for another perfect opportunity to do so.

Flipping over and shoving off of her knee to get back up, Gwen steadily approached Asuka with a carefree waltz. The pompous aristocrat opting to appreciate the disheveled, and quite frankly embarrassing state of her irritating opponent before standing tall above her. With one hand clenching onto the back of Asuka's knees and shoving her legs downward until her ankles were nearly on the canvas themselves, Gwen attempted a matchbook pin that her her own hips inadvertently rubbing against Asuka's curvy backside. A coy smirk on her faintly blushing cheeks directed downward towards her soon to be her defeated adversary.

"1!"

Asuka laid there in pain, or not so much laid there was was rolled up almost into a ball as her eyes fluttered a bit, the bright arena lights hurt her eyes as she tried to open those eyes...she was starting to get back feeling and consciousness as she gasped out. Gwendolyn's carefree waltz hurting her more than she might think as she made her way over to Asuka and took a hold of the back of Asuka's knees. 

Pinning her legs down against her body, and then pressing her groin against Asuka's backside. The raven haired woman squirmed lightly as the ref-girl slid up next to them and started the count. Slamming her hand down for the first count and shouting out " One!..." 

Asuka's struggles became a bit more lively following that, and soon enough the loud "Two!..." came from the ref-girl's mouth as she raised her arm up into the air again, following which Asuka bucked up with all the might she had left in her, trying to kick up and push Gwen off of her and free herself from the pin attempt, before rolling back a bit and trying to get some distance between the two of them .

Gwen leveraged herself fully the into impromptu pin attempt, one that had her raven-haired rival already curled over herself while blinded from the shimmering ceiling lights. The suggestiveness of their positioning being briefly lost on the exasperated heiress who only envisioned this being the conclusion of the match. Gwendolyn beginning to feel the exhaustive toll of the entrapped match-up as she smirked downward towards her squirming rival.

Despite her exhausted state though, Gwen still remembered the nostalgic thrill that came with pinning down her inaugural opponent that came with a blush to her cheeks...a thrill that was regrettably short-lived upon Asuka kicking out at the last second.

"Tch..." Gwen scoffed after being bucked back to land in a seated position on her curvy backside. An irritated scowl on her face as she gradually pushed herself back to her feet. She moved at a slower pace as she benefited from a break in the action as much as Asuka, panting heavily and stretching out her back. Upon eventually waltzing towards Asuka though, Gwen would take a few quickened steps towards her before rearing her leg back and attempting a few reaffirming stomps to manuever Asuka towards the nearby ropes.

Asuka managed to roll herself closer to the ropes but it didn't take long before Gwendolyn came at her and send a hard kick right into her ribs! " Guah!" the raven haired wrestler gasped out in pain as she was sent rolling even faster towards the ropes....she grabbed onto those red wires and started to pull herself up....

Her eyes moving up to fixated themselves upon the busty blond rival of hers. She would narrow her eyes and pull herself up to her feet, one arm wrapped around her now recently hurting ribs as she panted out heavily as she leaned herself back against the ropes and the back of her head pressed against the steel cage. 

She would soon push herself out from the ropes, moving a bit closer to Gwendolyn. " *huff*....You're...better than I remember...." Asuka panted out as she would start to raise her arms up, getting ready to square off with Gwendolyn yet again. She didn't know how long she would last in this match, but she wasn't planning on going home as the loser tonight, so she would have to try and do whatever she could to take down the lovely Imperial Rose.

Asuka would then try and step forward and issue a collar and elbow tie-up between the two of them, looking to put them back at a bit of an even struggle...yet Asuka also had a plan in the back of her mind.

The graceful cadence with which Gwendolyn normally carried herself was now hampered by her mounting fatigue, the heiress panting softly while maneuvering towards Asuka at a more lethargic pace. The inherent nature of a cage match dictating that neither competitor would be allowed the opportunity to rest or separate herself from the action until a winner was declared.

Though Gwen's own weary exhaustion would be alleviated somewhat from the sights and sounds of her raven-haired rival recoiling away after taking the punting kick to her abdomen. The heiress still taking immense satisfaction for coming out on top over Asuka even after all this time, though her encroaching approach would be halted by Asuka's uncharacteristic praise. Gwen's eyes widening as she was visually taken aback, before she eventually responded in kind with her typical pompous nature intact.

"...*pant*...A...faulty memory, perhaps? My supreme wrestling expertise...*pant*...has never wavered once...ever since our first fated encounter..." Gwen wearily stated with a haughty smirk as she steadily approached Asuka to engage in the typical collar and elbow lock up, the heiress entangling her arms with her rival with one of Gwen's hands gripping the back of Asuka's neck with her own toned legs extending far behind her and preventing herself from being bullied backward.

"Still...*ngh*...it appears I was correct in assuming you would be a skilled and...*hgh*...worthy adversary for one such as myself~..." Gwen groaned out with her hazel eyed glare centering squarely on her former baggage handler's face inches from her own. Perhaps the closest thing Gwen could muster up to an actual compliment...