SS '14 British Invasion! feat. Tatsuki Vs. Gwendolyn

If Tatsuki had taken care to mind her surroundings rather than maintain her steely-eyed focus on the heiress curvy form and foreboding speech, the thought may have crossed her athletic mind that the heiress was manipulating her no different than a marionette. The circular predatory treading along the mat and lengthy villianesque monologueing were merely a tactical subterfuge meant to distract Tatsuki until she was in the perfect position for her trap, though the heiress couldnâ€t blame Tatsuki from being unable to keep her eyes off the The Imperial One. Gwendolyn had strategically assigned several of her own entourage along the raucous ring as her trump card in case events were not transpiring as intended.....Gwendolyn wasnâ€t about to let her first SS appearance be decided by matter as trivial as the contestants wrestling talent.

A shining sparkle gleamed in her eye mid-sprint as her lackey executed the plan flawlessly, Tatsuki now showing her back to the heiress who was practically breathing down her neck at this range. Sliding down to one knee Gwenâ€s arm would shoot between Tatsukiâ€s thighs before rolling up the athlete to the mat with her legs in the air. In a blue and white blurring motion Gwendolyn rolled herself over Tatsuki until she was laying on her side above her opponents head with both legs crossed and wrapped around Tatsukis knee in a surprise small package pin. Gwendolyn tightly wrapped both arms around the athleteâ€s other leg with her entire weight now leveraged against Tatsuki and her petite frame, the referee scrambling to get in position for the three count.

“You see, Tatsuki?...I have my own fans in the stands as well~…”

“1!”

In the time span of mere seconds the tension in the audience ratcheted sky high with their beloved heroine in quite the compromising situation, now flipped over with her curvy rump in the air and seconds away from chalking up a PPV loss to the heiress. Though even in this positon Tatsuki stubbornly refused to lay down and let Gwendolyn bask in her well-earned victory, her incessant squirming and fidgeting nearly granting her enough leeway to raise a shoulder. Early in the match or not their were just certain pin scenarios that should be practically impossible to break out of...this was supposed to be one of them!!

The slams of bare hands on the outskirts of the mat vibrated the ropes on the mat from ardent fans who seemed fit to be tied. They clamoring for the heroine to kick out with enough enthusiasm to make you suspect they themselves were ready to storm the ring and spring the idol from the pin maneuver with a swift boot to the heiress†cranium. Groaning out in frustration as Tatsuki was becoming more and more unruly after the two count, Gwendolyn decided to air on the side of caution as any methodical strategist would. Once she felt herself losing control for even the slightest moment, the heiress shot her arm forward while the other stayed fastened to Tatsukiâ€s leg, now grasping and pulling on the backside of Tatsukiâ€s frilly skirt for even more added leverage against the athlete. With boos and certain curse words raining down around the ring from the disgraceful display, the impossible...actually...seemed...

“Three!!”

With that final slap to the mat Gwen gleefully unhooked her legs and arms and rolled away a few feet from the heroine. Gwen sprung to her feet quicker than she intended and stumbled backward until she fell against the ropes with her arms draped over the top. The audience looked on with wide-eyed shock and bewilderment at what just transpired. Images of people were scattered around the arena with their hands on their head looking at the ring and at each other for an answer to what they just witnessed. Though the crowd was speechless, one sound was heard clear as day aside from Gwendolyns bombastic theme song....hearty, bellowing laughter from the heiress as she leaned back against the ropes with her head held high, only easing up once the ref begrudgingly walked over to raise the heiress' hand in the air declaring her the victor.

And your winner….

Gwendolyn……Dupont…….Bettencourt!!!!

With the bombastic announcer heralding the heiress as the undisputed victor, the heiress shook her arm free from the reluctant referee and walked to the dead center of the ring before dropping to her knees with her arms spread wide at her sides. Her beaming grin outshined even the most luminous spotlight as only a true PPV champion could possess. The heiress reveled in the unmitigated shock and awe of the clueless audience who had every reason in the world to loathe the pompous aristocrat. Their ‘precious†heroine not only suffered a defeat in sound fashion to a clearly superior competitor but they were even denied the opportunity to witness their beloved athlete in any sense of a prolonged bout. Gwendolyn shut her eyes to the world as she relished this moment for every second that was afforded to her…her first PPV win, forever engraining her name on the short list of fellow elite competitors who had done the same.

Though now with an audience chomping at the bit to tear the ring asunder…..an expedited departure would definitely be in her best interest. Steadying herself on one knee before standing upright again, Gwen held her golden curled head high as she proudly promenaded towards the ramp. Noticing Tatsuki remaining silent throughout with her back to the heiress, Gwendolyn knew an opportunity to gloat when she saw one, slapping Tatsuki on the back as if they were bosom buddies.

“Aww…..donâ€t despair little athlete. An unknown assailant from the audience impeded your offense and afforded myself the opportunity to clinch an early victory. A horribly regrettable outcome indeed, however this merely was the nature of the contest to start with. Such a conclusion could have easily befallen myself….” While Gwen feigned ignorance as to her obvious involvement in the deceitful act, the AFW security guards had secured the ramp of discontented audience members allowing safe passage for the wrestlers to retreat backstage. Walking towards the ropes and leaning her back against them, Gwendolyn couldnâ€t help but leave one last vague innuendo that practically cemented her involvement in the deception. “Though….I suppose this does settle your little inquiry as to why AFW chose moi~ to represent merry olde England for FWC. It wasnâ€t this muscle that dazzled them…” Gwen would point to her own bicep to emphasize her point. “….it was this one.” Now pointing at her head to further emphasize her point. Flipping herself over the ropes in one gallant motion and hopping down to the ramp, Gwen walked backward and yelled her final lasting statement over the now booming crowd.

“And thatâ€s one muscle no amount of squats and stretches can improve upon. Ta~….” Spinning with her back to the athlete, Gwen considered the matter settled and disappeared in a flourish behind the curtain.