AV 14 Entropy Title Match: Silver Ace (C) Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

With every twist and torque Gwendolyn maintained what she thought was complete control over Ace’s actions, an idea shattered when Ace stamped down with a vengeance on Gwen’s pearl white boot.

“Ahh!!” The jolt of pain from her big toe briefly make the heiress hop on one foot with a scrunched up face, only through some sheer manner of luck and determination being able to retain her grip on Ace’s contorted limb.

“Rrrgh!!You insolent little!!..Here, let me help you with your nose~…” With a devious expression and Ace still bowed down Gwendolyn would extend and lift one of her toned legs over Haleys wrenched in arm until it nestled snuggly between the heiress smooth thighs. Scooting forward and rubbing her shapely rear on Haley’s arm, Gwen couldn’t fight back a slight blush from the rubbing sensation before back kicking Haley in her already bruised face and releasing her grip to send Silver flying back.

The sickening smack from Gwendolyn’s mule kick earned a deadening silence from the mainly European audience. Not many people expected Gwen to have such a commanding lead over the Entropy champion so early in the match. The heiress kept her back to Haley after her angled kick and smugly primped her hair with her opponent’s muffled whimpers confirmation enough that she wasn’t any threat to the heiress while she showboated to the audience.

“Ah…nngh…” Though when Gwen did turn to approach Haley it was with a slight limp in her step from the earlier stomp to her boot, her afflicted leg bent slightly while she winced with each pained step. In her briefly hobbled state the heiress knew it was best to keep Haley grounded since she certainly wasn’t competing in any marathons anytime soon.

Stepping over the writhing Canadian, the heiress would slump to her knees and straddle Ace’s lower back before bending forward to curl her arm around her neck to lift her back to her knees in a sleeper hold. Gwendolyn would squeeze her opponents neck in the chokehold with excessive pressure and her bicep pressed against Haleys’ cheek. With her other hand clenching her silver dyed hair, Gwen tilted Haley’s battered head skyward to glance at the Entropy title dangling overhead and shimmering from the arena lights.

“I’d wager right about now you wished you heeded my advice about challenging an opponent more your speed...now you’ll lose your title and find yourself right where you started one year ago~…”

With every fidgeting movement and grab attempt for her arm from Haley, Gwendolyn synched in her headlock even tighter across her windpipe. Flinching and gritting her teeth once she felt Ace’s warm pants on her bicep, the heiress intended to abandon the hold any way by that point before Ace saved her the trouble.

“Nyahh!!” Gwen screeched in shock at the pinching pain of teeth clamping down on her perfect skin, forcefully shoving the biting champion off of her with her head smacking off the mat. Gwendolyn wincingly stood upright and walked over the once again flattened Canadian, a disgusted look on her face while she nursed and wiped the spit and traces of blood from Haley’s nose off the teeth indentations on her arm.

Roles had truly been reversed in this match, with Haley being the first to exploit the no disqualifications rule and the heiress so far playing a squeaky clean game…so far.

Incensed that Haley had the audacity to blemish her immaculate skin with such a barbaric counter, Gwen wiped clean her munched on bicep with more concern given to that than to the neglected Silver Ace.

“Wah!!”Haley’s sneak attack from behind brought the heiress down to the canvas with barely enough time to shield her face from the impact. She groaned and attempted to move her legs but found them trapped and elevated under each of Ace’s arms.

The heiress shoved her way upward by her elbows but was jerked back down to the mat with Ace’s follow up kick to her gut that knocked the wind out of her. Gwendolyn winced in pain and shielded her abs from any more abuse while Ace still had her strongest offensive assets hanging in the air above her.

Gwen’s concern for her skin care would end up costing the heiress her well-earned early lead in the match, though at the moment her thoughts only revolved around how greatly she would make Haley suffer once she’s back in control. She tensed up when she felt her legs fold and intertwine over Ace’s, fighting back to be turned over but unable to prevent Ace from synching in the Canadian classic on the poor heiress.

Gwendolyn cringed as the sharpshooter started working her over immediately with her thighs muscles already tightening from the strain. Her halfhearted struggles would be squashed once Ace sat her perky rear down on Gwen’s tortured lower back, flattening her chest to the mat beneath Haley’s added weight. She pounded her fist into the canvas in frustration, not that the ref would misinterpret her flailing for submitting considering the matches win condition. Her lifetime of ballet exercises enabled Gwendolyn to take an exorbitant amount of punishment in terms of stretching and contorting her spine, so the heiress wasn’t truly hobbled just yet.

“If I can’t walk...*groan*…I’ll crawl!!” With a concerted effort Gwen steadily pushed off the canvas until they were a few inches off, just enough leeway to allow her to reach back and tug at Haley’s ankle to hopefully make her lose balance.