Asuka Kotori vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt: III - Mad Mud Match

Performed as swiftly as one could imagine whilst sloshing through nearly ankle deep sludge, the refined noblewomen managed to nimbly execute the flipping takedown after slotting Asuka's cranium between her smooth thighs and twisting to the left. Gwendolyn herself splashing into the frothy mud but with nowhere near as much impact as her raven-haired rival, allowing her to arise back to her feet and begin to approach her downed adversary.

"...Do not be so absent-minded to believe that you yourself are the only one owed due vengeance~..." Gwendolyn uttered while seeking to entangle her hands in Asuka's twin-tailed hair to begin tugging her upward. The heiress than slipping behind Asuka and parting her legs while pressing down on her from behind in order to widen her hunched over stance. Her left leg than hooking over Asuka's left thigh while fastening her right arm behind her and beneath Gwen's armpit in a firm attempt at an abdominal stretch.

Asuka had been taken by surprise by that hurricanrara, a move that she had planned to use...but Gwendolyn had been way faster on the uptake than she had been. Forcing the raven haired woman down onto her back in the mud, sloshing around as she tried to rise up, but was quickly aided in that effort by Gwendoly grabbing onto her muddy locks of raven colored hair.

Forced up to a stand, Asuka started to feel how Gwendolyn was locking her up. She shook her head and struggled as she was pulled into a painful abdominal stretch. Releasing a loud groan of pain, as the crowd would holler at the sight of the half standing beauties entangled and Asuka's body practically being put on display and stretched out in front of them.

Undeterred by how enticing it must have appeared, Gwendolyn nevertheless masterfully applied a body contorting submission that brought the mud slathered beauties in entangled contact. The heiress contorting her raven-haired adversary to the side to stretch out her toned abdomen, a subtle nudging of her hips against her foe's curvaceous rump indicating how little space there was between them. A pompous smirk directed downward at the languishing model as Gwen took the time to flick her muddied locks and look extravagant while subjecting her foe to such pained discomfort.

"Care to submit now while you still have the capability?~...Or perhaps you would prefer to submit whilst you wallow in the mud with your face having the honor of being put to use as my personal throne?~...Ohohohohoh~..." Gwendolyn joyously mocked with her blue-blooded and haughty laugh against the back of her hand, though even it's obnoxious sound didn't stop the rowdy crowd from cheering on the sight of Asuka's curves wriggle as her lean body was stretched out.

...well, her laugh did cause some people to wince and grimace.

Asuka would grit her teeth as she was put in the painful hold of Gwendolyn, body contorting as their tight and beautiful frames rubbed a little against one another, in particular the butt of Asuka against the hip of Gwendolyn. She would feel the pain start to rack through her frame...as she would shake her head.

In truth, Gwendolyn's laugh was more likely to cause her to submit than the hold, but neither would get her to throw in the towel just yet. As her haughty blond rival was more focused on looking good and flicking her hair back...Asuka would try and fix her positioning, slipping and sliding around in the mud a little...

" W-wont....let you...use me as a throne! Gwenni!" Asuka yelled out as she would try and twist her body a bit and in the motion try and toss Gwendolyn down with a hip toss!

The lewdness of the eye-catching sight of two buxom beauties grinding and entangled together mattered not to one as fair and elegantly graceful as Gwendolyn, just so long as her raven-haired adversary eventually submitted to her clear superior. The snooty blueblood's haughty laughter was brimming with obnoxious opulence and irritated the ear-drums of everyone in attendance, but her vainglorious boasting and primping of her hair allowed Asuka the irritating means to counter Gwendolyn's abdominal stretch by suddenly hip tossing the heiress overhead for a splashing landing into the frothy mud.

"WaHooph!!!" Gwendolyn inelegantly belted out before landing straight on her curvaceous backside, the heiress briefly winded and dizzied from being out maneuvered and flipped overhead. A cheer rising up from the crowd from not just Asuka's well-positioned counter, but mostly from freeing them from the ear-grating haughtiness of Gwendolyn's distinct laughter.

Asuka twisted and throw Gwendolyn down into the mud! There was a big splash of mud around the aristocrat but at the sight of the blue blood being tossed down and that haughty laugh ended, the crowd would cheer!

Asuka dropped down onto her knees and would shake her head. She would try and move up and press Gwendolyn down into the mud, aiming to take a seat on that back of her rival. She'd try and reach for Gwendolyn's legs and try and tuck them in under her armpits, where she would try and seat herself on the lower back of Gwendolyn, trying to lock in a Boston Crab submission hold and start to weaken those hips of Gwendolyn! Knowing that the deadly kick of her rivals was one of her finishers, if she could weaken those hips and put the hurt of them she might avoid it.

No sooner was Gwendolyn was beginning to relish in having her raven-haired rival ensnared within her imperious clutches and on the verge of submitting that she found her dominant positioning usurped in one swift counter. Disgruntled and dismayed from having her illustrious moment in the sun come to a mud-splashing halt, Gwendolyn offered scant resistance to being pressed onto the floor until the added weight of Asuka and her elevated legs gave her good reason to panic.

"Rrrgh...must you...insist on being so...blastedly defiant..." Gwendolyn snarled out from having her flexible frame curved backwards, writhing meekly with gritting teeth from beneath Asuka's pert rump rubbing against her curved spine. Her toned leg muscles flexing from the strain until she eventually shuffled her forearms beneath her to begin a concerted effort to crawl to the bottom rope...

Throwing Gwendolyn down was the perfect move to do, as right now the raven haired Japanese-American would take a hold of Gwendolyn's lovely legs and start to bend the woman back! Folding her up in half basically as she took a seat on that lovely back with her firm rump! Seating and pressing her weight down on the lovely Gwendolyn as she forced her rival further down into the mud.

The lovely Red Falcon would in turn start to put the pressure on her rivals hips! Causing them a great deal of pain hopefully, as she would start to bend backwards, leaning with the hold to try and make it all the more painful. She could fee Gwendolyn shuffle and struggle underneath her, trying to crawl her way towards the ropes. Yet, Asuka was going to try and keep her hold as firmly locked in as she could.

" Hah! W-wouldn't be much of a rival if I didn't kick your butt around the ring...though I guess in this case it would be in the Mud Pit." Asuka let out as she would grit her teeth and continue to lean backwards, trying to put as much pressure on that back as she could.

The tactical finesse of two seasoned grapplers masterfully countering eachother's move-sets was once again the farthest thoughts on the minds of the cheering neanderthals at ring side. Not when two mud-slathered buxom bikinied beauties were contorting eachother's lovely frames into unbearable angles for their viewing pleasure, with Gwendolyn's perfect breasts being mashed into the muddied floor from Asuka testing the limits of the heiress' remarkably flexible physique.

"And I...nggh...yours..." Gwendolyn bitterly remarked while squirming underneath Asuka's pert backside, her determined crawl stopping several feet short with a mud-splashing splat of her imperial face into the sludgy muck. The agonized noblewoman cringing as the pressure from the aptly applied Boston Crab started making the the trek towards the ropes seems more unlikely...until another idea came to mind. One that just so happened to come from Asuka's playbook. Gwendolyn than grimacing as she planted her hands into the ground and abruptly shoved herself up while straightening out her legs to showcase the strength in her lower limbs and hopefully send her raven-haired rival flying forward.

Asuka was feeling pretty confident right now, as she had Gwendolyn right where she would have liked her, trapped in the Boston Crab where she contineud to push that flexible frame of the blond heiress to the limit and beyond. She would continue to bend backwards, putting all that pressure onto those hips, not wanting to end up kicked in the face like in their first match...trying to take away Gwendolyn's greatest weapon.

Though, the blond was trying to make her way towards the ropes, it didn't seem like a lightly trek as the further back Asuka leaned, the harder it would be for Gwendolyn to crawl towards the ropes. It seemed soon enough that her rival decided against the crawling, perhaps she would hear the sweet sound of Gwendolyn tapping in the mud soon enough....if only she was so lucky!

Asuka soon started to feel Gwendolyn's body begin to push up underneath her, and slowly she was beginning to rise up, literally pushing up and making Asuka's seat unbalanced enough that when that straightening of those legs came, Asuka was rocketed forward, ending up chest and face first into the mud! Quickly scrambling up to her knees as she would frantically try and clear her eyes of the goop and spit out any mud that came into her mouth upon impact with it.