Tag Team Title match! Imperial Order (c) vs Pride Queens! [FWC]

Considering the length of time Kyoko had been in the match and the resulting fatigue her battered body was no doubt coping with, Gwendolyn expected scant resistance if any at all from the weary Pride Queen as she set her up for the potentially devastating suplex.

Instead, Gwen was met with Kyoko intertwining their legs together alongside some jarring strikes to the side of her head. The heiress gritting her teeth from every irritating obstruction until she found herself wrapped up in a side headlock, her eyes widening her eyes before being tugged forward and having her face implanted in the bulldog counter.

"GAH!" Gwen yelled out in pain before bouncing off and to the side after the ring-shaking face slam, the heiress wincing and remaining momentarily motionless as she laid there sprawled out on the mat. Throngs of cheering fans now rallying behind Kyoko and the first sign of life she had in this match for a good while.

The imagery of both tag team opponents splayed out in the middle of the ring reignited the despondent audience into a whipped up frenzy as they chanted and rhythmically stomped their feet in encouraging support for Kyoko to make the much needed tag out. The hyped up crowd not having much to cheer for in the last few minutes, and were now aching to see the hot tag unleash the caged Pride Queen...

...and that palpable excitement exploded upon Amy being tagged in!!

Gwen herself was only just than stumbling to her feet while Kyoko was making her arduous crawl. The heiress was dazed and confused with a numbing pain in her elegant visage with no clue as to what was transpiring. Though she would be relatively quick on the catch up as she turned in place only to be mowed back down by the stampeding lariat!! The back of her golden curled head smacking the mat upon impact, Gwen was briefly curled up into a ball before she rolled over with the residual momentum until she slumped face down onto the canvas. She instinctively pushed herself back to her feet, but it was mostly on subconscious instinct with a wobbly and discombobulated stance from a ring that simply refused to stop spinning.

Despite the pendulous and explosive momentum shift in the Pride Queens favor, Gwendolyn was still in the rattled mindset that she could still reattain control over the match, even with all evidence to the contrary. Compelled to shakily climb back to her feet through sheer stubborn willpower alone, the disoriented heiress pivoted on her feet only to be greeted with yet another walloping clothesline to mow her back down.

Far more inclined to stay down the second time around, Gwen wouldn't even have the time to decide before Amy made the decision for her. The irate Pride Queen hauling Gwendolyn back to her feet and hoisting her over her shoulders in a dominant display of strength and control. One that had the posh heiress fuming and the frenzied crowd cheering before she was sent crashing down over Amy's waiting knee.

"GRAAH!!" Gwen's agonized yell echoed throughout the stadium before she effectively went limp over the bony spike in her back, groaning miserably with her hazel eyes shut tight.

Relatively motionless as she remained splayed out over Amy's bent knee like a limped ragdoll, Gwen only just than began tilting her head back up with one wincing eye open before Amy hammered her fists into her slim and taut abdomen. Gwen heaved out the air in her lungs while crumbling off and to the side to cradle her pounded stomach.  

Sporadically coughing with deep exhalations of air, the exasperated aristocrat soon felt the foreboding compression of Amy's clenching arms around her waist and her soft chest against her back. A wide-eyed look of imminent dread on her face before Gwen was seamlessly chucked overhead with every ounce of Amy's brute strength. The rattled heiress being slammed down on her upper back before going into a brief tumbling roll backward until she came to a seated stop against the corner turnbuckle.  

Battered, pummeled, gasping for air, and now quite literally cornered, Gwen meekly raised a hand up in the slim chance that it would stop or slow down Amy's rampaging.

Gwen's half-hearted plea for some manner of reprieve would be swiftly swatted away by the encroaching Pride Queen, Amy instead tugging on Gwen's arm to haul the heiress back up once more. The posh aristocrat not even realizing she was in enemy territory until she heard the echoing tag-in right next to her ear, a testament to how thoroughly over-whelming the last few moments had been for her.

The lack of any break in the action whatsoever left Gwen too rattled to resist being hauled up once more, the dainty noblewoman already groaning meekly from the heady weightlessness that came with being on put on dominant display in the Gorilla Press. Throngs of fans all on their feet for the first fully coordinated offense between the opposing team, all ending with Kyoko leaping towards the heiress in mid-air and slamming her back down to the canvas.

"OOOPH!!" Gwendolyn heaved out the air in her lungs once more and ended up splayed out from Kyoko splashing down onto her already aching midsection, the formerly resplendent heiress now a sweaty and disheveled mess with only her heaving chest for any noticeable signs of movement.