Falls Count Anywhere: "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn DuPont-Bettencourt

Momentary setbacks were just that. Momentary. And despite having lost her grip on this confounded Amazon's neck, and by extension the match itself, the pompous aristocrat was still brimming with confidence that she could right this wayward ship. But not if this blasted neanderthal couldn't at least afford her a moment's rest after having just sandwiched her between her lumbering frame and the still reverberating padded turnbuckle.

Gwendolyn was given no such respite as, before she could even tilt her golden-curled head back up, the enraged Amazon plowed her knee directly into her breadbasket with an unsettling amount of stampeding force. The haughty heiress coughed up the air in her lungs and spittle in her mouth while she crumpled over herself in grimacing discomfort, the nonstop body blows causing her to jolt violently with each gut punch until she realized they weren't going to be stopping anytime soon.

*Tch...B-Blasted oaf...* The reviled noblewoman thought to herself before finding the briefest of openings to nimbly duck out of the corner and start to go into a full retreat, one hand clamping onto the top rope with her other hand shielding her abdomen in what was a speedy, but still hobbled attempt to make space between them.

Tactical retreats were a part of any brilliant strategists repertoire. And considering the pummeling strikes Gwendolyn was being the unlucky recipient of at the hands of this uncivilized brute, the heiress was more than wiling to make use of her nimble agility to free herself of that untenable position. Any amount of time spent being cornered by Alaina was always too long in Gwendolyn's refined book. Her retreat being at a somewhat hobbled pace considering she just had her delicate abdomen tenderized with strikes from Alaina that she didn't quite remember being this powerful, a wincing flinch on her refined visage before her eyes widened from feeling her arms firmly locked behind her!!

"U-Uncultured philistine!! Have you not even the slightest sense of etiquette to allow me a moment's-" Gwen's fidgeting squirms and her incredibly ironic plea for fair play would both be interrupted by the sudden hauling elevation capped off with the snooty aristocrat being implanted onto the back of her head and shoulders to thunderous applause. The heiress groaning in dizzied discomfort and pain with her golden locks spread out on the mat all around her head and her curvy backside sticking up into the air. At least before being allowed the freedom of movement from having her arms released to slump over to her side to lay on her back, a wincing grimace being directed upwards at the blinding roof lights.

Gwendolyn bitterly stewed with a flinching grimace directed upward towards the ceiling while she struggled to overcome the aching dizziness that came from practically being suplexed out of her wrestling boots. Coping with Alaina's infernal strength was always the issue whenever they found themselves locking horns, and this time was evidently no different as Alaina demonstrated the ease with which she pitched the nimble aristocrat through the air and onto the back of her golden curled head.

Of course, throngs of uncouth commoners cheered wildly for the reviled aristocrat's downfall, but Gwendolyn knew enough about this painfully familiar matchup to recognize that stillness only meant her demise. She tossed and turned with a pained groan as she checked her immediate surroundings to spy Allie climbing the nearest turnbuckle, and nothing willed her back to her feet than the alarming possibility of being squashed beneath that lumbering oaf. Gwendolyn shuffled to her knees and than to her wobbly legs, immediately catapulting herself forward to drape herself over the top rope and shake it vehemently in the under-handed hope to make Allie lose her balance.

Most everyone, man or woman, could equally sympathize for the specific type of agony that had befallen the now crumpled Amazon in the fetal position clutching her groin. Gwendolyn perhaps being the only individual in the entire arena taking great amusement at Alaina's distraught state as she pompously smirked while witnessing the delightfully embarrassing spectacle unfold. She still had one arm dangling over the top rope with her posture slackened after having just barely made it to the ropes in time to execute her devious countermeasure before Alaina could react to any of it. Knowing that she had just afforded herself an appreciated few minutes to recoup, Gwen took her sweet time catching her breath before approaching Alaina once more to grind her pearl white boot into the back of her head.

"A bit of free advice...stay grounded, and stick to what you muscle-headed brutes do best. Otherwise, you'll just end up embarrassing yourself~..." Gwendolyn haughtily advised before using a double clenching handful of Alaina's hair to escort and prop the fallen Amazon with her back against the bottom turnbuckle. A solo rendition of "Stomp" than taking place as Gwen clenched onto the top rope before the heiress started stomping and stamping away at Alaina with heartless abandon and ruthless efficacy. Gwendolyn concluding her kicking storm by dashing to the ring post adjacent to Alaina to come bouncing off the ropes at full sprinting speed for an attempted running face wash to the side of the Amazons' unsightly mug.

The phrase, "Stomping a mudhole", was far too lowbrow and uncultured to be a part of Gwendoyn's sophisticated lexicon. But it was nevertheless an appropriate encapsulation of what was transpiring in the ring right now as the pompous aristocrat barraged Alaina with ceaseless stomping that she was incapable of defending herself from. All culminating with Gwendolyn dashing from one side of the ring to the other to deliver a fully propelled face wash that no doubt imprinted the treads of Gwen's overpriced boots against the side of Alaina's face.

Gwendolyn's toned leg remained dangling over the bottom rope well after Alaina had dragged herself out of the corner before she finally retracted it to begin a nonchalant waltz towards the writhing Amazon. The heiress' lackadaisical, sluggish approach being a sly message to the audience of how little of a threat she currently saw their fan-favorite competitor. Two hefty handfuls of Alaina's ungroomed hair than being used to raise her backup to her knees and situate her neck over the middle rope.

The position no doubt being a familiar and dreaded one, and with good reason. The heiress would place the top rope over her shoulder and seat the underside of her smooth thigh against the back of Allie's head for a deliberate rope choke. Vitriolic boos reigning down as the maligned noblewoman posed extravagantly with a snobbish smirk and exotic flick of her golden ringlets throughout it all, only letting up to release Alaina after a few demeaning rope bounces against the back of her head simply for the fun of it.