AV 17 Tag Title: Imperial Order (c) vs. Masuyo & Valley Doll

Consecutive tag-outs, a natural chemistry between the haughty noblewomen, and perhaps an underhanded intervention here or there were quickly becoming the recipe for there opponents defeat as Imperial Order put Valley's flexibility to the cringe inducing test. The matches momentum swaying heavily in the aristocrats favor the more they found ways to skirt the rules while still technically obeying them, which was an art style Gwendolyn had practically come to master at this point. A few minutes of sneaking in a drink of bottled water and tending to her resplendently curly hair did wonders towards recouping Gwen's waning stamina as she willingly tagged herself back into the fray.

"Crackerjack news, Madam Doll. Considering how generous you were with your own little surprise, it just so happens that I have one of my own that I think you in particular would most appreciate~..." Gwen's elegant words were being contrasted by the vicious clenching of Valley's blonde locks in a tugging effort to bring the Californian on her hands and knees towards the middle of the ring. After propping her up to a seated position, Gwen would situate both of her legs around Valley's head from behind and sit on her shoulders before collapsing back to sit on her rear. Valley of all people should recognize a figure four headscissors when it's applied. And a firm flexing of Gwen's powerful legs should send the message clear enough as the heiress propped herself up on her hands behind her.

”Valley! Valley! Valley!”

The chants were mounting around the ring now, with the crowd starting up a good clap to go along with them and build rhythm. Nice sound. Good heart. She could appreciate all of it, really...but this wasn’t some videogame, where the crowd could magically lend them her power and give her the will to rise. She was down, and if she wanted some way out of the hurt locker she found herself trapped in, she would have to figure it out.

Gwen was smart enough to ensure she didn't get that, though, as she felt those familiar fingers grasp her hair and tug her along, forcing her to follow on hands and knees, hissing as her roots were pulled. The heiress could’ve used a lot of moves from there - a chokehold, a leglock, she could’ve even gotten some revenge with a Rocking Horse - but no, she had to go and be ironic.

Valley gasped when a pair of firm, yet strangely supple thighs locked around her head and clamped down, as Gwen did unto her as she’d done unto so many others. A yanked back, a squeeze, and she found herself in the figure-four headlock, powering down on her neck and cutting out the oxygen as she went into a mad struggle for survival.

The myriad of offensive options at Gwen's disposal was indeed numerous after having hauled the contemptible Californian back to the middle of the ring by her tacky hair-do. But the heiress would be outright lying if she said that she wasn't motivated by a sense of professional pride in applying the figure-four headscissors of all moves. The odd coincidence of them sharing the exact same signature move meant that this was a splendid time to prove once and for all who had the more lethal legs between the two~...

Gwendolyn could practically taste the delicious irony of the moment on her smirking lips as she leaned back and let her python-esque legs do all the work for her. A cocky, ravishing pose being struck by the haughty blueblood exotically flicking her resplendent curls in the air, all while leaning so far back that her curvy backside would briefly leave the canvas before settling herself back down. A veritable earthquake of encouraging applause and rhythmic stomping began sounding off in impassioned support of Valley's struggling efforts.

Valley's fervent scrambling was starting to become quite the irritation, though it did all but solidify what Gwen intended to do next. The heiress would pivot over until she was propping herself up on her palms while facing the canvas. The perfect position to start bucking her hips forward and slamming Valley's face into the floor no more than four humiliating times before twirling back into a seated position in her Un, Doix, Tres, Quatre signature maneuver.

Gwendolyn was smiling.

Oh, Valley couldn’t see her from this angle. Even if she could’ve turned her head around or caught a good look at the titantron, it would’ve been extremely unlikely for her to catch that expression on the heiress’ face, thanks to the way her own vision was rapidly dimming. But she didn’t have to see it know. The hateful little witch was coming dangerously close to knocking her out with her own signature. If that didn’t put a grin on the too-sweet face of hers, nothing would.

As much as she hated the thought, she pushed it out of her head and kept on fighting. She knew as well as anyone how hard it could be to keep someone under control with this move. If she fought enough and really held on, maybe an opportunity to get free would present itself.

It was a small hope. One that vanished the second Gwendolyn flopped over.

Valley knew what was coming, but that didn’t mean she could do a thing to stop it. Sure enough, her head was harshly dribbled into the canvas. One, two, three, four harsh impacts, each one knocking more sense out of her, until she was left limp on the floor, twitching between Gwendolyn’s thighs.

Valley was indeed putting up more of a fight than Gwendolyn had anticipated, especially for someone of her advanced age. Therefore, when Gwen needed to devise a way to settle down her insufferable scrambling, what better method could there be than putting Valley through the exact same maneuver she had inflicted unto countless foes. The irony wasn't lost on all of the uncouth philistines in the audience who were booing the heiress outright before she twisted herself back to a seated position.

Gwendolyn's smiling visage shined brighter as the pompous blueblood intermittently strained her elegant leg muscles that were far more powerful than someone of her dainty physique had any right to have. It was remarkable what a lifetime of excruciating ballet exercises and religiously regimented calisthenics could do for one's lower body. The match now having slowed down to a lethargic crawl thanks to Gwen having clipped the wings of this high-flyer with a slow, debilitating, grounded submission. The heiress taking the free time to play with Valley's hair as if trying to make her look more presentable while still squeezing her sweaty thighs.

"...*giggle*...I believe I've made my point. You may ask for her submission now~..." Gwendolyn snootily enunciated as if she were giving the referee permission to ask Valley if she wanted call it quits, even though the referee didn't need to be told to do so and was going to start doing that anyway. Though just to the side of the referee were the ropes, a much needed salvation that were closer than Valley had maybe thought they were.

Valley was limp. Unmoving. Still. But she wasn’t knocked out. Not yet.

She was a lot closer to it than she would’ve liked, though. She seldom got submissions from the figure-four headlock, and now that she was suffering through one herself, she couldn’t fathom why that was. The move really took the breath out of you, and when you mixed it in with the head bashing, staying conscious was a true test of mettle.

So how was Valley doing it? It wasn’t conditioning. It didn’t have anything to do with some special technique she learned through her experience. It wasn’t because there was some unseen flaw in Gwen’s technique

No, what kept her going was Gwendolyn herself, and the sheer, searing hate that Valley had built up for her in such a short time. This woman wasn’t beating her. Not now, not like this.

That stubborn refusal was what allowed her to hang on, survive, and come back to life. Defiant all the way, she kicked about and tried to place a foot on the bottom rope, fighting with all she had for the effort.

The prospect of having Valley be lulled into an unconscious stupor by the very same maneuver she prided herself on was becoming a more apropos manner of dispatching this aged veteran the more Gwen thought about it. She could scant formulate a more fitting way of demonstrating to the world that she was obviously the far more superior grappler in every feasible way imaginable. Though regretfully, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. And Valley somehow managed to flail and squirm her way to salvation by barely hanging her heel on the bottom rope.

Gwendolyn remained unperturbed and released the headscissors at the four and a half count before climbing back to her feet. She backpedaled a few steps as to the referee's billowing orders, but only so she could turn in place in the middle of the ring and offer Masuyo an elegant and mocking curtsy at the tag partner who was no doubt itching to relieve her weary and battered partner. The snobbish sneer never leaving her face as the fans booed the pretentious aristocrat on her casual waltz back towards Valley.

"When I was but a child, I developed an odd tendency of somehow always managing to break my dolls. It seems as if I've yet to grow out of that particular habit~..." Gwen pompously taunted while dragging Valley back to her feet by her unkempt hair, than applying a snug front headlock before tagging in Akiha. A twist and a drop into a swinging neckbreaker to the Californian being phase one  of the haughty aristocrats plan to put Valley down for the first pinfall of the match.

Akiha had been watching the match for a bit now at her turnbuckle.  Though while most were entertained, the crimson hair wrestler was looking for an opening she could take advantage of, while also keeping an eye on Valley tag partner, Masuyo, just in case she tried something.  Eventually, Gwendolyn managed to get a scissor hold in, causing a smile to appear on Akiha face as she enjoyed watching the submission hold being applied.  Though eventually it was ended as the veteran wrestler got herself to the ropes, forcing Gwendolyn to let go.

Akiha would then watch as Gwendolyn dragged her opponent onto her feet and placed her in a headlock.  The crimson hair wrestler would then extended her hand before being tagged in by her partner.  While Gwendolyn continued to work on Valley, Akiha would quickly jump to the top of the turnbuckle before then taking a second to catch her breath and make sure her tag partner was out of the way.  

Once everything seemed to be in the clear, the Japanese wrestler would jump off the turnbuckle, high into the air, twisting her body to showcase her new finisher, a Diving Rounding Moonsault or as Akiha would call it, the Rising Sun!  Sure there were all sorts of other moves she could have chosen and practice to be her finisher but this one was elegant and didn't add what she considered unnecessary work as it did the job. She would attempt to land right on top of her opponent chest, attempting to take Valley Doll out of the match once and for all. If the attack hit, Akiha could then easily go for a pin.

Valley Doll was done.

She wanted to deny it, didn’t want to think she’d failed yet another tag partner in a PPV outing, but that was the harsh reality that was facing her right now. Gwendolyn and Akiha had done an expert job of picking her apart and cutting the ring in half, and now that was coming to its inevitable conclusion.

Gwen’s swinging neckbreaker knocked the daylights out of the Slamazon and left her aching on the floor, weary as she stared up at the lights, dazed...but not so much that she couldn’t notice the shape of a flying figure above, twisting through the air in a dazzling arch, coming down towards her…

Akiha hit with a crushing impact, one that had Valley Doll’s body nearly folding up underneath it. She squawked and croaked beneath the redhead, only to flop back down a moment later and lay there, still and silent, a lifeless heap.

Akiha would spend a few seconds in the air before landing on top of Valley Doll and showcasing her finisher. Every time she performed a high flying move, she always got a rush from it, especially when it was successful. Hitting Valley Doll, a highly respectable wrestler with her new finisher would put a smile on Akiha face, though the audience seemed very displeased at the sight.

With her opponent now laying down on the ground, no longer moving, Akiha felt that now was the perfect time to pin Valley Doll. She would hook Valley leg with her arm while resting her chest on top of her opponent. The referee would slide beside the two wrestlers, getting ready to count the pin. Akiha would quickly glance towards Gwendolyn before then shifting her eyes towards Masuyo. She wanted to see her face when she eliminated her partner without giving her a chance to be tagged into the match. The referee would raise her arm up and begin to bring it down towards the canvas.

“ONE!”

Just a few more seconds and Valley doll would be eliminated, leaving Masuyo to fend for herself in what would effectively be a handicap match at that point.