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

Asuka and Gwendolyn shortly enough locked up into a firm collar and elbow tie up, their lovely legs stretched out in opposite directions as their arms looped around each other. Their eyes fixed upon the others face as neither of them would be pushed back right now from the looks of it...

The Japanese woman smirked a bit when she heard Gwendolyn's panting 'compliment' and would answer with a light chuckle. " Glad we...*pant*...agree on that...ngh...At least..." The raven haired woman spoke out before she would take a step back, as if Gwendolyn had pushed her back, though it was in fact a choice of the lovely Asuka.

The Red Falcon would try and use that step back to change her footing so she could try and drive her right leg upwards and drill her knee right into Gwendolyn's lovely abs! Trying to relieve the blond of air that they both needed oh so much right now.

Following which, Asuka would attempt to pull Gwendolyn's head in underneath her armpit and move her other hand down to her rival's hip to grasp at the woman's tight wrestling outfit. With a heave she'd try and lift Gwendolyn upside down and try and then hold her there for a second...until she would try and drive the woman down into the mat with a brainbuster!

Balanced footwork and poised concentration on Gwendolyn's part in the competitive clinch were the heiress' methods of not offering any leeway towards her raven-haired rival. Gwen's own fiery ambition seemingly rekindled as she gazed fiercely ahead with a refined smirk, her own noble-born pride compelling her not to allow one inch of space or show one hint of weakness.

Squaring off in the center of the ring with what felt like the match's impending conclusion encroaching upon them, Gwendolyn's smug expectations were apparently proven right when Asuka began showing the first signs of weakness from buckling under the pressure. Though what she interpreted as her foes lack of fortitude was, in fact, a deceptive ploy. One that resulted in Asuka rocketing her piercing knee into Gwen's slim stomach.

"Ooph!!" Gwen jerked up and settled back down with a deep exhalation of air, the pretentious noblewoman cradling her crumpled abdomen before having her golden-curled head stuffed uncomfortably into Asuka's armpit. A snug constriction that was a merely a precursor before effectively having her world turned upside-down, leading to a dreadfully prolonged few seconds of Gwen's exquisite form held in place before her perfect frame was driven downward.

The shock of the impact was still reverberating throughout the caged ring as Gwen unceremoniously flopped forward, for now relatively motionless with throbbing head-pains and a lingering sense of vertigo keeping the sophisticated socialite grounded for the time being.

Asuka managed to feint Gwendolyn out and drive her knee up into her blond haired rival's gut...with it she managed to take a hold of her busty foe and hoist her right up into the air and dropping the busty Gwendolyn down with a mighty brain buster! 

The red falcon laid on her back for a second or two as she panted out for air, before she started to move herself over onto her front and started to push herself up towards her hands and knee, with a heave she got up to her feet and leaned down to take a handful of Gwendolyn's hair. Attempting to pull her rival up to her feet so that she was facing away from the Japanese-American. 

Asuka would try and snag those arms of Gwendolyn up into a double chicken wing hold. Trying to take a firm hold of her opponent as she would then try to lift Gwendolyn up into the air and throw the woman down with a hard with her finisher Honō no hane a quick and powerful Tiger Suplex! Quickly attempting bridge right after the suplex in order to go for a pin!

Justifiably irate from being the unknowing victim of underhanded tactics as opposed to her usual role as the perpetrator of them, Gwendolyn remained splayed out on her back with throbbing head pains and a dizzying sense of lingering vertigo keeping her there.

Shuffling one bent leg up and meekly rolling to her side were the best efforts Gwen could muster up given the disheveled state she was in. Although in all that time of stilted movement, her raven-haired adversary was already vertical once more and latching her grimy hands onto her illustrious golden locks. Reluctantly obeying the tugging strain of what was consistently a target for her uncouth opponents to snatch onto, Gwen stumbled up to her weary feet before feeling her arms locked behind her.

Brief weightlessness culminating with a thudding slam onto her back and shoulders were all Gwen could ascertain of what had just happened. Asuka's tiger suplex finisher landing perfectly to thunderous applause after it had rendered the snooty noblewoman upside-down and bundled up with her curvy backside sticking into the air. Rattled, weary, and locked in place for the unflattering pin position, Gwen groaned meekly with a scrunched up face and only faintly overhearing what felt like distant smacks against the canvas...

"1!"

"2!"

...

Asuka's arms locked tightly in with the lovely aristocrats arms and with it the red falcon plucked the Imperial Rose up off of her feet and tossed her backwards in a beautiful arch, slamming the shoulder and neck of Gwendolyn down hard into the mat which even got the ring and cage to shake a bit from the heavy impact as the expertly performed Tiger Suplex that was the finisher of the raven haired beauty made it's deadly impact.

The loud cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena as the sound of the impact, the thudding slam echoed along with those very cheers. Tippy toeing against the mat as the raven haired wrestler leaned against Gwendolyn's back with her chest, and pressed the tip of her own skull down against the mat, bridging to perform a pinning attempt...which the ref-girl quickly recognized and slid in besides them and started up the count.

Soon enough her hand came down for a third time...

"Three!..." she shouted out loudly and with it the bell started to ring, the crowd released a wave of cheers and Asuka remained in her position...panting out for a few seconds before she slid her arms free off of Gwendolyn's and slumped down onto her back. Drenched in sweat she panted for a second before she pushed herself up toward a seated position and looked over at Gwendolyn.

" There...now we're even." Asuka let out as she would push herself up to her weary feet and get her arm raised by the ref-girl.

The lack of any noticeable resistance easily showcased the exhaustive toll the match had taken on the pontifical aristocrat. Much more than anything else ever could considering the outcome of the match now hung in the balance with clamoring fans counting along with every single slap by the referee against the canvas. Swirling head pains and the lingering dizziness that came from being twice dropped on her golden haired cranium kept Gwen blissfully unaware and inert as she grumbled irately from feeling the entirety of her weight leveraged against her...before she was released to flop limply over herself.

Gwen remained splayed out while panting laboriously against the canvas until the foreboding theme music of her raven-haired rival and now noticing the crowd's frantic cheers finally clued the heiress in to what had just transpired. She shuffled up to her hands and knees to see Asuka standing proudly over her vanquished adversary along with her arm being raised in victory, and utter wide-eyed bewilderment overcame the heiress.

Asuka had defeated her...cleanly.

A fact that Gwen's egotistical mind was still struggling to comprehend as she lowered her head to avert her gaze from her triumphant opponent. Her hands tightened into fists as she shivered from the restrained outrage coursing through her veins. Suffering only her third singles career loss may not have been such a tragedy to the typical combatant, but Gwen's egotistical pride was visibly shaken from losing to someone she had long since thought she had proved herself the superior over. And while Gwen struggled to cope with her failure, her trainers and lackeys began to open the door to the steel cage before rushing over to their despondent employer.

Until their approach was halted by Gwen raising her arm and showing them the back of her hand. Her confused entourage stopping dead in their tracks while Gwen arduously began lifting herself up unassisted. She groaned in pain and wavered slightly during her ascent, almost losing her balance until she was finally back to her feet. Her head remained lowered with her golden curls drooping down as she stood before Asuka, only just than would she slowly stand up straight with fierce determination centered squarely on her.

"Do...*pant*...not...*pant...presume, to even insinuate, that this travesty settles our affairs. Be aware...that I now intend...to pursue YOU for a rematch...just as fanatically as you hounded myself for one. Dear...Asuka..." Gwen stated with her own sheen of sweat and exhausted pants. Sheer will power and stubborn pride obviously the only things keeping her upright at the moment...

Asuka panted out as she looked on at Gwendolyn, her eyes soon was forced to shift towards the steel door as the lackeys of Gwendolyn were working to open up the door, the Japanese-American was wary, but she never assumed that Gwendolyn would have her be attacked by them. Though she of course couldn't be sure if that was the case, she would have to wait and see...she was far too tired to try and run away anyways.

Though those lackeys were halted by Gwendolyn as she raised her arm and started to slowly rise up, the raven haired woman would look on at her blond rival as she looked back up at the Red Falcon. Gwendolyn soon started to talk and a slight smile started to creep up Asuka's face the more Gwendolyn spoke. Sweat dripped off of the two beautiful ladies, both panting out loudly as they were now standing face to face with each other.

Asuka would take a step forward, closing the distance between them and raised her hand up to gently grasp Gwendolyn's chin and pull their faces in close. The tips of their noses almost touching as tired but determined eyes would glare into each other.

" I would expecting nothing less from you....*pant*....just cause we're even doesn't mean we're done.....*pant* ...Looking forward...*pant*....to our next....*pant*...fight....my dear Gwendolyn..." Asuka let out as she would keep them close by each other and challenge Gwendolyn with her gaze. She would then release Gwendolyn's head and take a step back, running her hands through her own raven black hair, dampened black hair....

Asuka would then walk past Gwendolyn, a smile on her face as she would walk towards the cage door, stopping once she reached it as she would look over her shoulder at Gwendolyn. " You're a lot tougher than I ever gave you credit for." Asuka spoke out before she would continue to open the cage door and attempt to leave the cage and start to walk up the ramp, heading towards her locker room for a much needed shower.

Fiery indignation fueled Gwendolyn's emotions as she remained standing upright despite every aching muscle in her body compelling her to do just the opposite. For someone of her prestigious nobility to be so soundly defeated was an affront to all she held dear, in particular her regal pride and ardent belief that she was unequivocally a superior class of athlete. Despite earnestly believing that Asuka was indeed a worthy adversary, that did little to assuage the feeling of abject and stinging failure that came with losing to her earliest adversary.  

Gwen remained steadfast and awaited Asuka's rebuttal, the heiress expecting many reactions her raven-haired rival could have issued...save for the one she ended up using. Her furrowed brow and perplexed expression indicating her initial confusion from Asuka stepping forward and cupping her chin, Gwen's mind suddenly racing from their faces being a scant few inches apart and the sensual implications being lost on no one. Intermingled breaths and the close proximity of their lips making this as intimate a moment as they ever had before Asuka stepped back to the sight of a wide-eyed heiress. Gwendolyn remaining uncharacteristically silent as she turned in place to follow Asuka leaving the ring before exiting up the ramp.

"...As...am...I?" Gwendolyn stated with a questioning tone in regards to also looking forward to their fated rematch, though she replied well after Asuka had made her bewildering exit. With a reddish hue on her face while she suddenly remembered certain repressed feelings during their match, the heiress began wondering if she was actually anticipating their reunion for...different, reasons...

Winner: Asuka Kotori via pinfall.