SS 18 Tag Team Titles: Imperial Order (c) vs Blazing Blizzard

Chelsea was staying down for now. Her head a see of pain and dizziness as Gwen recovered and continued to flaunt her perceived superiority over her as she moved in to stomp down on her body. The boots to her back and sides made her body jump bouncing on the floor as she turned to her back attempting to try and protect herself as much as possible. Though this opened her up for the sudden split leg drop Gwen went for next.

"Auuffggh!"

Chelsea coughed as her chest was flattened by Gwen's entire body coming down on her. Causing the redhead to start harshly coughing as she felt Gwen stay on her and try to go for a pin right afterwards.

"ONE!"

A ballerina's slender flexibility has benefits that extend well beyond what could be performed in a sequence of well-choreographed and elegant dance numbers, as Gwendolyn was currently demonstrating by extending her leg skyward until the treads of boots faced the ceiling before slamming her leg down upon the uncouth red-head's buoyant chest.

Though unlike a ballet, the heiress' performance was met with booing disdain rather than rousing applause. The dignified noblewomen taking the time to turn her nose upward in a snooty fashion and primp her golden ringlets with a snobbish smirk while continuing to straddle Chelsea's heaving chest. The referee slapping her hand against the canvas once more, and bringing the match closer to another successful title defense for the entitled bluebloods...

"Two!!"

Gwen's arrogance continued to shine through, the pin attempt more another way to show off rather then actually out her away though something told her Gwen actually thought it would be enough. Still while it did reach a two count by turns Chelsea was breathing mostly normally again and tried to get her legs under her before going for a bridge. Pushing up on her legs and back on her head to archer her back upwards and make sure she was clearly off of her shoulders to break the pin.

Once she did that she would try and turn and make sure she didn't fall right back on there instead preceding to go to her front and save herself from any ensuing issues she might try and do next.

The more prudent act of securely pinning the ill-tempered and uncivilized red-head did indeed come secondary to Gwendolyn as she struck her blue-blooded pose. Taking the opportunity to showcase her flawless grace and high-born beauty over her fallen adversary squirming beneath her for now coming as a higher priority for her until she was eventually jostled off of Chelsea by a concerted effort on her part. The heiress scoffed but was not altogether surprised from having her arrogant pin attempt being undone, though with Chelsea flipping over to lie on her stomach, Gwen's next maneuver became all too obvious.

The heiress would than attempt to snugly wrap her smooth thighs around Chelsea's head while propping herself on her side elbow. The pompous aristocrat smirking while applying her Royal Oppression finisher by tugging back on her ankle and straining her toned leg muscles, offering Chelsea a view of the sky above in the submission finisher that, when last utilized, rendered a certain blonde cowboy helpless before being lulled into a deep sleep.

"...*giggle*...To answer your question from earlier...Yes, I do believe defeating you will be an effortless task..."

Though she broke out there was little doubt she could do so, and by the huff she heard Gwen was not all too terribly broken up about that. Instead trying to move and turn her head into some kind of different headscissors wrapping her head and lifting up to bend her back as well all while taunting her more and more. Chelsea gagged and screamed in the submission hold as the ref asked if she wanted to submit but she would get no such thing from her.

Nothing was going to make her call it quits here, and instead her hand pulled at the women's legs and slowly attempted to free herself. Trying to alleviate the hold a it and free her head a little as she inched for any kind of freedom.

The pin-stripped official diligently checked to see if Chelsea was on the verge of mumbling her submission, though Gwendolyn surmised that the uncivilized red-head would rather be lulled into a slumbering state of unconscious rather than verbally offer her surrender. Which was also a suitable result as far as the smug noblewoman was concerned, Gwendolyn flexing her taught thigh muscles in the elevated head-scissor in response to Chelsea's flailing tugs on her legs.

A futile attempt considering the strength hidden in Gwendolyn's toned legs, emphasized further by the snobbish heiress flicking her golden ringlets over her shoulder and smiling primly throughout her struggles. Cheering fans clapped and stomped the floor in unison to compel the fan favorite towards escaping the headscissors submission any way she could...with a concerted slog towards reaching the nearby bottom rope seemingly being the only ray of tangible hope she had...

Chelsea continued to fight for air as she moved everywhere she could with her legs, all while her hands remained in Gwen's legs to get some kind of leverage. Either through resolve or luck her leg hooked onto something that saved her ass as her foot ended up connecting with the ropes starting a ropebreak.

How fast Gwen would let go was anyone's guess but Chelsea wasn't holding her breath on it being short. Instead she was trying to keep herself awake with the thoughts of what she was going to do to Gwen when she was free, she had enough vicious ideas to start with and her head just kept building off of those while the ref counted.

Blind, simple, clueless luck was the only reason Gwendolyn was not on her way towards sipping a victorious glass of champagne amongst her fellow members of the social elite right about now. Instead she was being incessantly badgered to release her elevated headscissors by the pin-stripped official who eventually had to resort to threats of disqualification and a counting tally that made it up to "Four!!" before the heiress begrudgingly allowed her legs to slacken and release the fiery red-head. The smug blueblood not retreating without taking an exaggerated curtsy before the breathless red-head before her.

"Face-down in humble subjugation before those of a superior class~...Do remember this lesson the next time you mistakenly think yourself worthy of my time~..." Gwen pompously imparted with smug grin before turning her back to Chelsea and taking backpedaling away from her with an elegant stride to vitriolic boos, content that she had sufficiently made her snobbish point about the difference in her illustrious skill level from a commoner like her.

Chelsea had saved herself but as her face started to turn in color she was let go taking a long time to breathe again despite the the fact that Gwen was next to her taking her sweet time to attack cause she was so sure she had Chelsea beat. Her arrogance was all the motivation she needed to start pumping life back into her veins, watching her walk away and embrace the boos's as Chelsea coughed for a few seconds before looking up with a hate filled glare, and with a reserve it strength she didn't know she had hopped up and charged Gwen then and there.

She had no plan but Gwen wasn't exactly expecting her and so when she got close she tried and charged at her looking to send the women down with a dropkick to the back. Getting back up she looked to make sure she stayed down. Jumping in the air and trying to come down with an elbow to the back.

Minor missteps aside, Gwendolyn believed she had done splendidly in teaching this red-headed wastrel how effortlessly she could have vanquished Chelsea had the heiress taken this encounter serious in the slightest when they first stepped into the ring. Her smug pomposity on full display as she widely extended her arms to the side while bathing in the booing jeers of those uncivilized peasants merely resenting their own lowborn status in life...though her arrogant stride took a turn for the worst when two boots would end up ramming into her spine and sending her faceplanting into the canvas.

Dazed, grumbling, and knowing full well who she had to thank for the blindsiding assault, Gwendolyn began shuffling back to her hands and knees before the pointy end of Chelsea's elbow put a stop to that. The snooty noblewomen groaning loudly as she collapsed back down to the canvas, the jolting spike reverberating throughout her curvaceous, slackened frame her as her legs wound up bending up at the knees before flopping down. The heiress's soft cheek pressed against the canvas with one hand assigned to nursing her sore spine.