Entropy Title Triple Threat Match! Julia Rogers vs. "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt (C)

As if in a macabre scene straight out of Night Of The Living Dead, the woefully forgotten and discarded Entropy Champion would shoot her hand upward from the side of the ring. Resting her forearm on the apron as she lifted herself back up and arose from the dead, glaring intently back inside the ring while the dojo lackey's continued on with pummeling each other. Her heart was still racing from surviving what amounted to a nigh twelve foot drop onto two reeling employees who were still splayed out and now reconsidering their career choices.

Rather than charge right back into the slaughter though, the heiress exercised patience and remained hidden at ringside with only the top of her curly head poking out from the side. Now that civility and diplomacy had it's chance in the sun, all that was on Gwen's mind was doling out swift and righteous vengeance. But for now the cunning aristocrat would bide her time and allow both of her former rivals all the room they needed to exhaust each other. A coiled snake lurking from the shadows and waiting for the most opportune moment to strike...

And once the cowgirl was establishing herself as the one clearly in the lead after her neckbreaker, it was like painting a target on her back. After that thunderous counter and subsequent moonsault had momentarily taken the Amazon out of the equation, the heiress stealthily rolled under the bottom rope and sprinted towards Julia, intending to re-introduce her masked face to Gwen's pearl white boot with a reeled back and upward kick!! Now a re-occuring theme in the match for Julia after having already taken a big boot from the big Amazon...

BAM! Julia splashed down right across Alaina’s torso, connecting perfectly with the standing moonsault. Both trainees from the renowned Higurashi dojo had come into this match fully prepared to go all out even against each other, and it showed clearly from the back and forth exchange between them here. However, the cowgirl had emerged victorious in this little battle, earning some applause from the crowd in the process. Though of course, the war was far from over.

Julia was just about to move to attempt a quick pin attempt on Alaina, but stopped when she heard footsteps rapidly approaching. The luchadora quickly looked up, only to catch the sight of the sole of Gwen’s boot right before it crashed right into her masked face! “Ugh!” Julia shouted as the impact dropped her right down to the mat while holding her hands over her face.

That was the second time in this match Julia’s momentum had been brought to an abrupt halt with a boot to the skull. And even worse than that, now both dojo representatives were down with a fresh and vengeful Gwendolyn ready to take advantage. Regardless who the heiress decided to take her anger out on first, Julia was definitely going to need a moment to recover from that kick before she’d be able to think about fighting her way back into this again.

The sudden intervention of the heiress came as a genuine shock to the majority of the audience who had by now written off the Entropy Champion as an afterthought given how summarily she was dispatched so early on in the match. Startled not only by the swiftness with which Gwen reentered the ring she was so unceremoniously ejected from, but from the viciousness of the kick that she plastered across the unsuspecting cowgirl's face.

And now here she stood, shining radiantly with a delighted smirk from having so clearly flipped the script on this stage play. Both of her former adversaries writhing on the mat and clearly easy pickings for whatever the heiress could concoct in her devious little mind. But when it came down to choose one over the other, the heiress found herself utterly incapable of deciding who was more deserving of further torment...prompting a light bulb to pop over her curly head.

After going down to one knee to clasp onto Julia's blonde locks and tuck her head into a tightened front headlock, Gwendolyn would reach down with her free hand and do the same to Alaina. Given their close proximity to each other, securing them both into headlocks wasn't as cumbersome as it could have been, with a strain of effort hauling them both to their feet and bent over in dual front headlocks. The audience was buzzing from Gwen's audacious decision to handle both of her competitors at once, an empowering image for the heiress and a demeaning one for the dojo lackeys, all captured by several flashing cameras. And all coming to an abrupt end with Gwen bending forward and snapping her golden-curled head back in a dramatic flourish before falling backward in a Double DDT!!

Alaina was hurting and out of breath from the perfectly executed standing moonsault, and knew she was being pulled up to her feet again. However, it wasn't until the headlock that she realized it was Gwendolyn holding her head! "Nghh! No no no no!" Alaina muttered in protest and frustration at her current predicament! She struggled in vain against the headlock, feeling someone on the other side of Gwendolyn? Was Julia being held too? Alaina wasn't sure when that happened, but the champion was back coupled with a likely burning desire to get payback for the earlier treatment she received at the start of the match....

The hunch was about to be confirmed and in a big way! Alaina felt herself go crashing down to the mat in a DDT! She howled in pain as she rolled to her side, grabbing her head in her hands! This was embarassing.... all the talk about facing Gwendolyn evenly seemed like a cruel joke with Gwendolyn coming back with a vengance! Right now the only thing that matched the pain in Alaina's torso and head was an unsettling wave of humiliation creeping over her. Still, she couldn't let a little embarassment take her out of the game. She had to focus, even if that was proving to be highly difficult given her current state!

Julia groaned while trying to recover from the sudden kick to her masked face. But she wouldn’t be down for long - not because she had already managed to shake off the cobwebs and hop back to her feet, but because Gwen was intent on dishing out even more pain and punishment. Soon after being pulled back up, her blonde head was tucked under the heiress’ arm in a tight headlock. And unknowingly to her just yet, the same was happening to Alaina as well.

Before Julia could even attempt to fight her way out of this predicament, her head suddenly smacked down hard right onto the canvas! “AGH!” the blonde cried out as her arms immediately returned to cradling her skull as they had been only moments ago, with the pain in her head now having increased substantially. Her legs lightly kicked at the mat, but aside from that there was little immediate movement from the luchadora.

Everyone knew the Higurashi dojo representatives would waste no time taking the fight to Gwen right from the start. And they had. People also knew Julia and Alaina would eventually have to fight against each other, and that had already happened too. But not many would’ve guessed that this early into the bout, Gwen would manage to have both Julia and Alaina seemingly completely at her mercy! Yet there both challengers were, floored and dazed, while the defending champ was fresh and in firm control. Right now, it didn’t seem the apparent advantage the dojo girls had come in tonight with had ended up amounting to much at all...

Though it may have been a personal shortcoming of hers, sometimes the heiress simply found herself utterly incapable of choosing one object of desire over the other, especially when perusing the dress racks at the most luxurious clothing boutiques she could find. Luckily for her, being a lady of exorbitant wealth meant having the delightful third option of simply having it all~... A mentality that lead to both of the dojo lackey's getting their heads spiked off the canvas.

Propped up on her hands and sitting pretty between the writhing flunkeys, Gwendolyn struck an elegant yet laid back pose with her sinewy legs crossed and a pompous smirk towards the flabbergasted audience. Unable to comprehend how the heiress managed to come out on top in a scenario she had no logical reasoning coming out on top of. From languishing on the outskirts of the ring with her head in the clouds, the heiress had re-established herself as a force to contend who has more than a tangible chance of retaining her title belt.

"Hmm~..." Playfully tapping her fingers on the canvas as she turned her head left and right in contemplative thought, Gwen nonchalantly pondered over who she should pin to win this match. In as carefree a manner as if she were deciding which pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes to wear, and purposefully portraying the duo as no longer being a threat to her. The tantalizing idea of pinning them both did come to light...

...but even she wasn't so presumptuous to imagine that working out well for her. Furrowing her brow and pursing her lips to one side of her face, the heiress smiled at Alaina and started crawling towards the downed Amazon. She was clearly in more dire straits after taking the neckbreaker and standing moonsault from Julia, and was Gwen's best chance of tying a bow on this match. Draping herself over the Amazon while hooking both of her legs, Gwen would curl up Alaina into a ball to have her own body weight work against her for the first pin attempt of the match.

"1!!"

Alaina's head was swimming as she felt someone hook both her legs and put a lot of weight across her chest! She heard the slapping of a hand agianst the mat and screaming of "ONE" as a count began! Alaina struggled against the pin, but Gwendolyn was smart about it... she secured the pin unlike anything Alaina had seen before!

She tried again and knew there was no way she could let herself lose this match, especially this early! Again... she failed. "TWO" echoed throughout the arena and seemed to ring in Alaina's ears. She felt a flood of embarassment wash over her as she was seemingly defeated already! This was too big, and too important for that to happen! Alaina had already been cheated out of a shiney gold belt, but if this opportunity was wasted she doubted that Lukretia would ever book her in any sort of title match after losing two shots at the entropy belt.

As the referee's hand went back up Alaina kicked up with everything she had to break the pin! "Not today Gwen...." Alaina muttered, staying alive for the moment at least.

With the added weight of the double leghook pin leveraging nearly the entirety of Alaina's muscled frame down upon her shoulders, the heiress intended to use the Amazons own substantial size against her. A tactic evidently paying off well as Alaina's initial half-hearted squirming to earn her freedom failed to amount to anything more than a wider smirk upon the heiress' face as the Amazon seemingly remained bundled up and locked down in her pin attempt.

"2!"

Once the referee slapped her hand against the canvas for the two count, an immense feeling of dread washed over the audience as the horrifying concept of the heiress' somehow actually emerging victorious in this match was becoming an imminent reality...all in attendance breathing a collective gasp of relief as the Amazon miraculously bucked upward and flung the heiress off of her at the 2.5 count.

"Ooph!!" The force from Alaina's kickout had the heiress landing ungracefully on her backside a clear foot off and to the side of the Amazon, glaring back at her in frustration from being milliseconds away from retaining her title belt. Hardly deterred and intent on seizing whatever opportunity to achieve victory she could find, as soon as she was bucked off Alaina, the heiress would immediately scurry on her hands and knees to the prone cowgirl and wrap her up in the exact same rollup pin!! Only this bundled up pin attempt would be more intensely secured, gritting her teeth as she leveraged every ounce of both her own and Julia's weight upon her shoulders!!

"1!"

“Ugh...” Julia groaned out while rubbing her aching head with a hand. Two big kicks to the skull and a ddt all within the course of about 30 seconds was just about the last thing she needed. If the cowgirl could see Gwen taking a moment to leisurely relax between the two downed dojo trainees as if she’d already won, she would’ve been quite embarrassed with herself. And she could practically hear Taylor standing at ringside screaming all sorts of obscenities at them for letting things get this out of hand so early, then demanding that they get their asses up and fight back.

And as much as she would’ve loved to just do exactly that, it wasn’t so simple. And by now, it seemed Gwen had gotten right back to business, and Julia heard the ref striking the mat several feet away. She stirred, but wasn’t able to pick herself up in time to break the pin. Fortunately she didn’t have to, as the count stopped before it could reach three. Julia could feel a brief sense of relief washing over her, though it didn’t last long, and seconds later Gwen was crawling over her and bundling her up for a pin attempt too! The first count went without a hitch, then the cowgirl started to buck and squirm.

“2!”

But just like the Amazon, Julia was down but not out. The heiress had a good, secure pin, but just before the ref’s hand could drop down for the three count the masked blonde grunted out while throwing an arm up and twisting toward the side, barely pushing her shoulder off the mat enough to break the pin!

The sudden swiftness by which Gwendolyn transitioned between pin attempts even took the referee by surprise, the pin-stripped official halfway back up to her feet before suddenly dropping back down for Gwen's second attempt at pulling off the upset win of the year. Bundled up with her rear sticking up into the air for several leery-eyed gawkers to appreciate, the tightly secured pin was hardly a flattering position for Julia to be in, and one that was seemingly about to cost her the match before a last second twist to the side earned her the leeway to raise her arm up.

"For Heaven's sake!! Do your job RIGHT!!" Gwendolyn's bombastic chastisement of the referee could be heard from the rafters, the heiress propped up on her knees and jabbing her finger right into the officials nametag..."Cindy". Her frustration boiling over from the continuation of a match she clearly should have already won two times over by now. Now she was faced with the unsettling prospect of truly handling both of the dojo flunkeys on her lonesome. The heiress needed a way to even out the mounting odds against her since concentrating on one of them would only leave her wide upon for reprisal from the other...

Back on her feet and walking over towards the dazed Amazon, Gwendolyn would clasp onto Alaina's locks and coax her back to her feet with several assertive yanks from the vice-like grip tugging at her scalp. Though the heiress would make doubly sure to use her grip to keep Alaina bent over once she had her wobbly legs beneath her. With one hand in her hair and the other clenching around the waist of her one-piece outfit, Gwen would spin the hunched over Amazon in a circle to build enough momentum to hurl Alaina out of the ring between the top and middle ropes, attempting to remove her from the equation and have her sporting a high-riding wedgie as one final indignity!!