[FWC] Tournament United Kingdom Vs. Croatia

The slam to the ground would leave Gwendolyn winded but still cognizant enough to hear Nikolettes explanation for her actions. With one hand clutching her bruised back and the other hand on the mat supporting her as she got to one knee, she realized the lovesick engineer wasnâ€t as hapless as she thought. To be able to control her deep rooted passion for the gorgeous aristocrat and stick to her morals was quite admirable, but right now for Gwen all it meant was that she may actually have to put some effort into this match now.

"IntÃressant...Your blasted moral compass may have just cost you your hearts ambition, all for your peace of mind and your beloved AFW career, and yet you seem unphased. Well, youâ€ve made your decision. When this is over you may need to re-evaluate what you truly desire out of this life, even a buffoon would recognize that you cannot have everything you wish for,” Without warning Gwen would sprint off her kneeled leg, rushing towards Nikollette trying to catch her off guard in an attempt to superkick the engineer in the jaw!!

Nikolette was crouched as Gwendolyn spoke. Nikolette shook her head. The haughty heiress didn't understand and it made Nikolette sad. She'd gotten along this far without funding she could go a little longer. If she achieved her goals in Friction, the rest would fall into place.

Unfortunately, Nikolette didn't have time to think about any of that as Gwendolyn's foot flashed towards her. Nikolette's eyes widened and she rolled backwards, watching the heiress' shapely leg flying above her, barely missing.

While she rolled, her feet tucked against her chest. While Gwendolyn was committed, the mechanic tried to send her boots shooting into the blonde's stomach as hard as she could.

With the terms of the match up in flames thanks to Nikolettes attack of conscience, Gwendolyn knew she had to press for an early advantage against the engineer. She still remembered how she almost lost everything to those quick pin attempts and ankle lock, definitely not looking forward to any of those again. In an odd way Gwendolyn would feel slightly offended over Nikolettes decision to ignore her feelings for the aristocrat, but she knew she had to concentrate now or be demolished by the engineer.

Gwens eyes would widen in shock at seeing the her high kick hit nothing but air, leaving herself completely vulnerable to Nikolettes counter strike. Both of her steel toed boots would dig into Gwendolyns tight abs and send her flying back, rolling twice before resting on her front gasping for air with her arms wrapped around her gut.

Watching Gwendolyn fly through the air wasn't as satisfying as Nikolette had hoped it would be. Really, she felt bad that she had to do this. Not about the match, but the circumstances. As she got to her feet, she walked over to Gwendolyn and stood over her. What she needed to do, for both their sakes was to finish the haughty heiress off right now. The worst possible thing she could do was draw it out.

Nikolette walked over as Gwendolyn cradled her stomach and knelt down. "I hope you'll still hear me out after this match.' She said in an apologetic tone. Nikolette then reached down to grab Gwendolyn's lovely blonde locks and pull her head in between her legs and squeeze her thighs tightly around Gwendolyn's head. If she could secure that position, the mechanic would bend over, grab Gwendolyn's waist and try and lift the girl's body off the ground so she could piledrive Gwendolyn into the mat!

Gwendolyn clutched her stomach and was still gasping for air when she felt Nikolletes shadow loom over her. She never expected the engineer to counter her so swiftly, especially after having to go through her octopus stretch submission. If they had fought evenly for the entire match would Gwen even have lasted this long?

The Imperial Rose still couldnâ€t answer coherently after that gut kick. Does she really intend to still win her heart after abusing her like this? Gwen offered little resistance to having her head grabbed and stuffed in between Nikolettes powerful legs. The firm squeeze of her muscled thighs settled down Gwens squirming, gritting her teeth and clasping at the back of her opponents legs as she was unable to stop what was coming. Being lifted upside down in the pile driver, her golden locks almost touched the mat with the shaking of her head being her only sign of resistance. The thunderous spiking of her head on the mat caused a collective “Ohhhh” from the audience, Gwendolyn limply falling face first nearly unconscious…

“Nnngh…”

Nikolette winced when the crowd reacted to the piledriver. It wasn't something she wanted to do. She had to do it to make sure that Gwendolyn wasn't going to kick out of a pin.

Once Nikolette fell onto her butt, completing the move, she swung her hips around, hooked the haughty heiress' leg and rolled Gwendolyn into a pin.

"One!"

Poor Gwendolyn was completely out of it after that pile driver, her idea of pressing forward in this tournament going up in smoke as the referee brought her hand down for the two count.

"Two!"

Wimpered groans would be the only sign of life coming out of her. The fact that she had lost so soon after their deal was annulled embarrassed her even further as she may have been no match for Nikolette this entire time...

Nikolette held Gwendolyn in place while the ref dropped her hand for the second count. She squeezed her eyes shut for the last count feeling the blonde's soft chest against her body. She didn't seem to even be twitching.

"Three!"

The count came quickly and afterwards, the mechanic rolled off the haughty heiress and stood up. Once the bell rang and the ref raised Nikolette's hand, she basked in the cheers only for a moment before kneeling down to check on Gwendolyn. Nikolette gently patted Gwendolyn's cheek to try and stir her while she looked on with concern.

"G-Gwendolyn... are y'alright?"

The gentle pats on her cheek coaxed Gwendolyn from her slumber, groaning out loud as her hazy vision slowly made out the concerned looking engineer. However once she recognized her Gwen would recoil and crawl back for fear of Nikolettes continued abuse, stopping midway to hold her head in pain.

“Ah!.....Merde…..YOU HAVE A BIZARRE WAY OF SHOWING YOUR INTENT FOR A PARTNERSHIP, YOU-ahh!!!…..”, squinting from the headache, Gwens small entourage would enter the ring and help their employer get vertical again, covering her shoulders with a white towel and offering a bottle of water with aspirin which she handily snatched and gulped with an unladylike ferocity. Fuming over her loss the uptight heiress would attempt to stomp out the ring in a huff, just as angry with herself as she was at the sympathetic engineer……

Nikolette's eyes widened as Gwendolyn awoke. She was taken aback by how the haughty heriess reacted and as she crawled away from her, the mechanic meant to follow. Unfortunately, she was stopped in her trcks by Gwendolyn's entourage and Nikolette watched as Gwendolyn just stormed out of the ring.

Nikolette was made to watch in stunned silence as the blonde beauty was gone in nearly a flash. Closing her mouth and feeling as if Gwendolyn didn't even allow her to get a chance to defend her actions, Nikolette slipped out of the ring and chased after the English Frenchwoman.

Nikolette wins via pinfall and advances!