Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt vs. Mika Kaminashi - Dawn Of Justice

Keeping a tally of the nigh incalculable number of exquisite character traits Gwen possesses can indeed be a taxing dilemma. Why Gwendolyn herself sometimes feels simply overwhelmed by the sheer abundance of dignified talents and superior skills she retains at her beck and call~...The burden she bears in regards to managing these limitless talents can indeed become quite the toll for the dainty dignitary. But one in particular she utilizes most often when in the squared circle is her ability to read an opponent and effectively size them within seconds of having graced them with her presence. These were millisecond appraisals that provide Gwendolyn with a practical repository of information in regards to her adversary's grappling methods, foot speed, fighting style, arm length...a veritable cornucopia of information was at her disposal to further cement her impending triumph within the wrestling ring. So it was that when she assessed the grappling technique of the twin-tailed nincompoop before her...Gwen turned up her snooty nose to a foppish titter at what she presumed to be simply another hopelessly deluded "champion for the people" who specializes in high-flying lunacy, has an overall I.Q. on par with only the most sugar-addled of rodents, and an overall skull density comparable to certain red-wood trees of only the thickest of qualities...

...and while she believes her appraisal of Mika's intelligence to be rather on the spot...her estimation of Mika's wrestling expertise was apparently...lacking. The jiggling curvature of the heroine's thonged rump crammed against Gwen's midriff was proof enough of that uncomfortable truth. The foppish snob huddled forward with puffed up cheeks, a slight dilation to her pupils, shortness of breath, and the dawning realization she had just been undone and subjected to a maneuver named...Ass Cannon. A snickering fandom rallying behind the Justice Avatar and applauding their appreciation as she swayed her hips to further nestle the Butt of Justice into the heiress' collapsed breadbasket. The indignant aristocrat scowling and squirming from the gyrating grind before breathing a sigh of relief once finally allowed the opportunity to breathe at all...but regrettably one short-lived.

"...*breath*...are you so thick-witted and asinine to believe I would ever succumb to or actually be defeated by-" Gwendolyn's scathing rebuttal would be answered henceforth by the swiveling hip check bringing a wiggle to Mika's butt and a whopping cough from Gwen's lush lips. Each accompanying one being tallied by the audience counting along as the rattled socialite twitched spastically and slumped herself deeper into the corner turnbuckle from Mika's round ass constantly gut-checking her. The timely interference of the referee issuing a break-up being just the distraction the heiress needed before she start groggily shuffling herself out of the turnbuckle to a beleaguered pace along the rope with a hunched over stance and a snarling grimace.

Whilst Gwen may have been blessed with certain gifts that can be applied in the ring, the quick-fire appraisal of Mika would be considered as merely scratching the surface, especially just looking in first glance of the fellow Briton. Gwendolyn isn’t the first to be shocked by finding out what makes the majority of the persona she plays up in the ring and Mika knew she was far from being the last in that regard, though the look on her face as she has been drilled into the turnbuckle by a pair of buttocks…a firm pair of buttocks mind you, it is something that tickles the mischievous side of Mika. Like the snooty socialite, Mika possesses her own set of valuable character traits, only that she wasn’t so busy in self-praise than actually applying it in battle. Though one other trait is that she had the ability to rally the crowd into her favour like a true heroine. Countless episodes of Shonen anime, Sentai shows and comic books have trained her to play the character well, taking the best parts of what people like for a lovely package. Japan is known for being a bit too wacky at times and it meshed well when she first arrived in AFW.

A fact that Gwendolyn is no doubt getting hammered into her brain, all of her I.Q couldn’t let her comprehend that she was simply getting undone by Mika’s derrière. “Yes.” Mika simply stated after the first rep of her butt drilling into the navel of the posh Briton, not needing her to finish to know what she was about to say. Each smack into her gut could be compared to a boxer throwing an uppercut at that body part, and Mika didn’t have to be braggadocious about it, many of her opponent’s have said the same thing or similar. Her first opponent near got knocked out because she wanted to try and attack her from behind. To this day she was thankful that didn’t end up happening. Although that would have made for some wonderful showing in her debut. The crowd made noise, one half was laughing at the display of a former multi-champion getting owned by a single butt, the other half was counting along the times her hip drove into those taut abs, her rump driving puffs of air out of the aristocrat, damn well near softening them up. Had Mika been further enthralled by such a dominant showing, the Avatar of Justice would have kept it up as Gwendolyn slumped down onto her own rump, more than likely her face would be subjected to the same kind of treatment that her poor abs had endured. Would have knocked some of the French out of her.

Mika however had the wherewithal of her surroundings, having a good amount of ring I.Q. Before the aristocrat’s legs buckled underneath the pressure of keeping her snobbish body upright, the referee came in for the break-up. Even with the juxtaposition that is her wrestling technique, Mika was upstanding and honourable to back away, just as Gwendolyn shuffles away from the turnbuckle, in a more beleaguered manner, hunched over. It wasn’t as if Mika was in serious trouble or anything so after a moment passed, Mika reached out to grab Gwendolyn in a side headlock, wrenching the lock as if she intended to simply wear her down…only for the Avatar of Justice to rush towards the nearest rope, leaping up and bouncing off the second rope, still enough to get some good air time as she twirled herself round, seeking to lead the former champion to the ground with a landing that only a Springboard Bulldog could bring.

Flagrant indignities such as these were not ones typically perpetrated upon the haughty blueblood, but when they were perpetrated, one can rest assured these neolithic neanderthals took great delight in expressing their joyful merriment. Whether it be through bellowing guffaws or by counting along the number of thrusting rump bumps were driven into her battered midriff. Seemingly ridiculous looking to the untrained eye, and perhaps even to the trained eye as well, but not until one endures this unorthodox assault can one cease their impertinent chuckling and comprehend the momentous muscle being lunged against her abdomen. The telltale puffing of her cheeks and gusts of air being whooped out being clear signs that Gwendolyn was having her diaphragm sent into spastic fits, clearly unable to keep a breath of inhaled air kept within her without it being booty bumped right out of her. Gwen's own queenly rump being thrust against the middle turnbuckle as she quivered with every demeaning hip swivel, becoming increasingly winded with a deepening slouch being levied against the corner ringpost. An abject embarrassment...that's what this all was. An affront to her pride as a dignified socialite of the highest order, and one she had little intention of ever letting be forgotten by Mika but one she had every intention of trying to forget herself once this infernal match was concluded.

The confused referee eventually recognizing the need for his intervention given that a rope break was indeed a legal necessity...it was just that she never had to do one when the victim was at risk of being pummeled indefinitely by a jiggling butt. Gwendolyn huddled over herself as she lumbered forward with both arms cradling her breadbasket, an unexpectedly raspy inflection to her normally docile eloquence. "...I'M FinE...I'M jUst fINe...*cough*...tHat wAs NotHinG...*cough*...thouGH...I'd beLievE a moMeNtaRy rePrieVe wOulD suFFIce...iF yoU nEEd oNe...tHaT iS..." Gwen uttered with a flinching scowl to her visage, her monumental pride as an esteemed member of the nobility not permitting Gwendolyn to outright suggest a brief break in the action so she can start breathing normally again, but if Mika were to propose one such respite for her own recuperation, than the honorable heiress was willing to allow Mika one. Simply out of her good graces, innate generosity and wholesome sense of fairplay, of course.

Though whether or not the so-called Avatar of Justice were that gullible would be succinctly answered by the swift application of a stifling side headlock, the wriggling softness of Mika's sideboob being nuzzled against the heiress rose-tinted grimace. Frantic thoughts coming about in terms of how best to counter this predicament as Gwen assigned one arm to fasten around Mika's waist and the other towards clamping onto the oppressive bicep mushed against her cheek, but being directed towards the ropes and tugged into a sprint would curtail any escape planned before it could be hatched. Confused and disoriented with whatever bounding momentum was going on around her, the overall picture would become crystal clear the instant she was faceplanted into the canvas with booming authority, knocking her senseless with a slight wiggle to her rump upon the inelegant crash landing. A reflexive uptick to her legs at the knees before they slumped downward, completing the comical portrait of a splayed-out heiress grumbling into the canvas she was just driven into by a fledgling rookie.

It is not a common sight for the haughty blueblood to be subjected to a brilliant display of dominance by the hands of her opponent, even more so from someone who has been in the Friction Division much less than Gwen had, but once such opportunities arose, the crowd were in for a massive treat. One would say that this was merely the beginning of her punishment, all of her past transgressions that were culminated in the span of nearly six years of her professional wrestling career has caught up to her. Losing the Entropy title belt in such a fashion in a triple threat match would have been it. Getting struck repeatedly with a steel chair by a raving cosplayer could have been seen as retribution, but the way that Mika’s hip struck the taut abdomen of the socialite would be seen as something that tops all of it, makes them pale in comparison. Perhaps the fellow Briton would feel the same after being subjected to an unorthodox, yet effective assault that left her midriff battered as if she took a couple of stiff uppercuts to that region although it wasn’t as if the prideful Gwendolyn was in any way above such tactics, using her queenly rump to batter her enemies at one point. Just that such humiliating methods were being used on the former multi-champion herself, amplify that to eleven and you get Mika’s style in general. The crowd was lapping it up, having taken such a spectacle in their modern smartphones that would no doubt be going the rounds of social media. Much to the chagrin of Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt. And the twin-tailed wonder thought that Mika Jaime Kingsley was too posh of a name to use in the squared circle.

That was merely a quick thought that passed by Mika’s mind as she did not take heed to Gwendolyn’s raspy plea for a “moMeNtaRy rePrieVe”, according to the heiress herself. Any other fledgeling newcomer would have accepted something so honourable, so generous, that they would agree to something fair. Mika would certainly be happy with a match like that. It fit well with the standards and code that she follows, at least the character Kaminashi that is. However, Mika was not born yesterday either. Even someone like her can show her wit and cunning, not willing to trust the sapphire serpent words one bit. Any idea that there would be a wholesome sense of fair play would merely be a mirage that is set to catch the most ignorant of all and if the Avatar of Justice is to obtain victory, she must have her wits together. Can’t make any mistakes here. Not with someone like Gwendolyn.

The springboard bulldog would prove as much, ignoring Gwen’s pleas for a reprieve and bringing her face right into her sideboob. Getting her all cosy before the big impact that would follow and rattle her brain. The cheers that followed spurred the twin-tailed wonder, even more, bringing the haughty socialite down to the mat with a crash landing. The only question is: what can she do to keep up this massive momentum in her court? Mika could risk it all with a high-flying maneuverer but with the match still in its infancy, she needs something safe. But effective. And soon as she landed with Gwendolyn, the Briton was already in motion to get on the back of the heiress, getting both of her legs on each side of her body, her arm let go of Gwen’s head, seeking to capture her arms and place them on top of her thighs before reaching to lace her fingers underneath Gwendolyn’s chin to pull her up, curl her back into a C with one of wrestling’s most ubiquitous submission holds: the Camel Clutch.

So it was that Gwendolyn's entirely earnest, generous, and morally virtuous offer of an equally beneficial intermission was seen as some manner of reprehensibly deceitful ploy. One which she found to be wholly unnecessary considering that she herself needs no respite or underhanded tactic to gain an upper hand in a match that the heiress would confidently proclaim was still entirely under control. All evidence to the contrary. Extending Mika a suggested intermission was done solely to allow the burgeoning rookie time to compose herself and no doubt recoup from whatever toiling fatigue the match had taken upon her. Such an offer was most common among matches involving naive neophyte's and set to square with far more seasoned opponent's. Why, the very notion that Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, former two-time champion, was the one in need of a rest and some breathing space was utterly absurd~...not that she would refuse one if one would come about from Mika accepting her offer. The snobbish blueblood's prideful ego was evidently clouding her mind and judgment as she fully expected to be granted her-...er, Mika's reprieve, only for the fellow Brit to not be proven as simple-minded and gullible as Gwen's first impressions had instilled unto her.

Being ensnared within a sudden side-headlock was an omen of nothing particularly pleasant to come, the heiress scarcely having the time to scrabble up a trifling resistance before being spun and twisted about for a head-driven implant into the middle of the ring. Every second passing seemingly garnering the Avatar Of Justice more and more like-minded followers roaring in fanatical approval, each slam of otherwise high-impact maneuver signaling another eruption of cheers on their part. Those who weren't captivated with the energetic flair of her in-ring wrestling style, her uncompromising sense of Justice and altruistic heroism, or her twin-tailed beauty and full-figured assets...were simply appreciative of someone, anyone quite frankly, taking the fight right back to the snobbish socialite infamous for making her snooty opinions well known regarding the pitifully inferior low class peasants who packed into the stands and live but to catch one fleeting glimpse of her illustrious radiance. A reputation that consequently earned her scant to little in the way of fanfare, but did however do so for anyone who actually managed to go toe-to-toe with her in the ring.

Whatever millisecond of rest Gwendolyn could have possibly accrued as she mumbled incoherently into the canvas was again denied to her as Mika settled herself upon the privileged heiress' lower spine before having her arms soundly secured over the heroine's thighs. The faint sensation of being somehow placed in a stockade aggravated Gwen out from her jumbled haze right before feeling a pair of hands become interlocked right underneath her chin, and the even more unpleasant feeling of what came afterwards as her spine began being curved backwards to an excruciating angle. The heiress scrunched her face in a straining attempt to endure this newfound humiliation with precisely zero intent of letting out any pained screams for her infernal opponent. For now tapping the tip of her right boot on the canvas repeatedly whilst clenching and unclenching her hands to her own snarling indignation, bracing herself as best she could for the worst parts of this submission that were no doubt on their way thanks to this contemptible Justice heroine stretchering her out to an excruciatingly curved angle.

Whereas Mika has done nothing but takes her opponent seriously, keeping her wits together to not fall in the same pitfalls that most rookies and newbies would fall into when facing against the haughty blueblood, Gwendolyn has been caught out. Hard. Time and time again, the Avatar of Justice kept giving a rebuttal to Gwendolyn’s answers for a counterattack, showing a lot more wisdom than earlier impressions failed to point out on. As far as the Briton was concerned, she was pushing forward, aptly hammering away her opponent for the judgement that ensued. The jury, the audience in that regard was watching the case unfold, the prosecutor delivering a hard attack that had the snooty socialite requesting a reprieve, one that is overruled in short order, followed by a springboard bulldog that knocked her for a loop. While it is important to conserve one’s stamina, especially for the long haul, Mika was set to getting in as much damage as possible and leave Gwendolyn reeling and unbalanced; making use of the momentum swayed towards her side. Perhaps Lady Luck could have been with her since she managed to get that kind of a showing with Mika. But Lady Justice was never one to rely on luck.

The Lightbringer’s butt was planted right on the small of Gwendolyn’s back in short order, keeping in the pace of her energetic flair that is displayed so far. Most wrestlers considered these kinds of holds “rest hold” ones that would be used to sap the opponent’s stamina and strength, while not much effort could be put on maintaining the hold. However, Mika proved not to be one to half-ass things, and even as she interlocked her fingers underneath the haughty heiress’s chin, the Avatar of Justice cranked the hold that left Gwendolyn snarling at the lights above. Mika’s face near scrunched up in the effort, her heels levitating off the canvas and pushing on the tips of her toes, Gwendolyn’s own was tapping right on the canvas to bear the pain. Many years of ballet has served in part to develop Gwendolyn’s body, her flexibility serving her to endure most submission holds without being affected too much. However, that just meant that there was more to go, an angle that the stiffest of competition wouldn’t have the ability to get to, the sight that was shown as Mika applied the camel clutch was astounding, pictures being taken by those at ringside to capture the moment, only for a limited time.

…At least before Mika began to put her twist to the traditional mainstay, raising her hips off her seat, Gwendolyn would feel that weight is suddenly easing, as if the burden was taken off her right until the twin-tailed wonder slammed down her butt right on the snooty socialite’s spine. What would follow is the sight akin to riding a horse, Mika bouncing up and down to further append to this chapter of embarrassing judgement.

Rudimentary though it may have always been branded as by seasoned professionals, there was always an underlying level of debasement leveled upon those suffering through this infernal submission. Perhaps stemming from the notion of being propped up or hung out to dry so to speak, and seemingly put on grand display for all manner of debauched, boorish vulgarian to oogle over with perverted, lustful ambitions. The very concept of which now spiking Gwendolyn's seething, snooty ire as a great many things began being stretched thin. Not the least of which was the noblewoman's already threadbare patience with this accursed heroine, but also the fabric of her royal blue wrestling outfit against the ample swell of her regal breasts jutting forward. Which, unbeknownst to her, was yet another of her abundant gifts bestowed upon her that had many a fellow wrestler had been growing green with envy over...aside from her ludicrous riches, fame, beauty, intelligence, and veritable laundry list of traits she smugly rubbed in other's faces. Many a camera light flickering like twinkling starlight to eternally capture the moment, all to the heiress' teeth gnashing dissatisfaction and contempt of whatever misbegotten court system Mika attributed herself to.

Weathering this back-bending storm with the utmost in grace and dignity until Mika had unshackled her from the strain upon her own body was, for now...the regrettable game-plan Gwendolyn had formulated. Twas practically the only one afforded her to at this rate given how brutally wrenched in this blasted heroine had applied the submission. Some limber legwork allowing her to at the very least shuffle her legs beneath her so her pert rump was nestled upon her ankles, which did alleviate some of the strain. A lifetime of schooled ballet training alleviating more of that pressure as her spine allowed itself to be angled backward at a hooked angle not typically seen among wrestlers normally suffering it's strenuous torture. Gwendolyn observing no ceiling lights through her grimacing visage, nor experiencing much sensations at all besides the searing pain in her spine and incessant jabbering from the referee asking for a submission that both wrestlers probably knew was assuredly not to come. There was, at the very least, one modicum of relief to be found in all of this. Which was that for once the snooty socialite could be spared the sheer indignity of being walloped by that accursed backside of Mika's, if only for the time it took for her to release-

"HRgh...NGf...RaGh..." Gwendolyn simply must stop speaking too soon. For as soon as that one thought whisked through her head, Mika had begun bopping her jiggling butt upon the heiress' contorted spine. Adding insult to impending injury as the Avatar Of Justice evoked the imagery of her riding a noble steed. All to Gwen's blushing chagrin and yelping indignation as she scrunched her face from her sweat sheened frame getting ridden like that. But still sticking to her plan to wait until Mika herself was incapable of maintaining the hold, or at the very least finished having her blasted fun demeaning her like this.

The countless flashes of lights that came from the audience were as numerous as the stars in the night sky, everyone getting their smartphones out or even their DSLRs to capture quite the moment indeed. Such a sight would quickly make the rounds of social media, that much Mika Kingsley knew as this served to build her ever-growing fanbase. Even without the fact that she was simply propping Gwendolyn up and showing her off in such a state, the form itself was something to admire. Mika submissions were secondary to her onslaught of an explosive offence, merely offering the chance to recuperate and soften the snooty socialite up for much more rewarding hits. That’s not to say she would be slacking when it came to using such a great hold well, working down to the fundamentals as well as adding her own flair into things. Her time studying the fine art of wrestling would be well spent, moulding into the style that people would come to love.

Speaking of adding her own flair, the butt began to bump right on the bent spine of the heiress, adding a pulsing effect to the stretch, which does no favours to the muscles that are being contorted and pulled. Mika was tempted to hum to the tune of the famous William Tell Overture, which has been often used in popular media to denote galloping horses, or a race down at the Royal Ascot. She could even go the childish route and use the traditional lines of “giddy up, horsey.” The Avatar of Justice would refrain from doing such. This was supposed to be her punishment, and she must be upstanding and pure as the leader of justice should, as a judge. Though that would obviously fall apart soon as her Butt of Light techniques come into play. Nevertheless, mocking an opponent was foul play and unsportsmanlike, something that Gwendolyn probably wouldn’t deserve, but she will treat her opponents rightfully and with respect. She’ll give that much.

As much as the crowd would have loved to see the Lightbringer deliver due to justice and humiliate her more (plus get more footage of such a display), the haughty heiress would find mercy given to her; Mika letting go of Gwendolyn from the camel clutch. At least, before she gave one more bop with her butt on her spine as she stepped away. Walking around the Friction ring, pumping up the crowd boosting as much hype as possible. There was still more to look forward to, the Tokyo audience knew as much as soon as the bell had rung before Mika’s offence was shown. The twin-tailed wonder was giddy with excitement, hearing the crowd giving her all the support to conquer her foe. One tool to aid in bringing justice came into her mind, and as Mika came behind Gwendolyn, the crowd sensed that the heiress will be in for a nasty surprise. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, building up the suspension as she awaited for Gwendolyn to arise, building anticipation to one of her Butt of Light techniques. “Butt of Justice…!” Soon as Gwendolyn is up on her feet and turned round to face her, Mika would quickly pivot round, becoming a blur of blue and white as her hip came streaking around with the intent of clocking the snooty socialite in the jaw! A move that had the power of a right hook from a heavyweight boxer, they cried as the Avatar of Justice unleashed another divine technique:

"HIP BULLET!!”

Brilliantly twinkling though they may have been, those resplendent camera flickers lighting up the arena's darkened void were a substantially far cry from the shimmering starlight pixelating the night sky as Gwendolyn partook from a sparkling champagne whilst taking in the view aboard a luxurious yacht. Nor were they from the camera lens' of ravenous paparazzi capturing as many photos as possible of the designer dress the heiress was showcasing upon the bright red carpet of one of the scores of ritzy gala affairs she regularly graces with her presence. Nay. For once those dazzling sparks of illumination were far and beyond unwelcome as they instead captured the snobbish blueblood bitterly languishing whilst being ridden like some manner of royal equestrian. Mika's haunches bounding against her slender spine to all manner of hollering hoopla from the cheering masses, some making their approval be known via via twirling their wrists around as if this were some manner of elaborate rodeo audience along with echoing hee-haw chants as if the point needed to be hammered home even moreso.

What little dignity Gwendolyn had left was being fiercely clamped onto for dear life as she seethed and bounced along in this utterly debasing humiliation that shamefully displayed her puffed out bosom swelling against her attire alongside the torturous angle with which her slender, sweat-sheened frame was being wrenched backward. Astonishingly flexible though her body may be, the angled contortion would nevertheless begin mounting to an excruciating degree if this submission were applied for long enough. And after what felt like an ungodly eternity, but was in fact merely a few minutes, the spoiled member of the upper-class would find cherished relief with Mika's abandonment of the camel clutch. The joyride at Gwen's expense ending with the ringletted heiress hunched over in panting relief, before the infernal heroine of justice punctuated this degradation with one final hip bop for good measure and to flatten the socialite back down to the canvas with a stilted groan and slight wiggle to her rump. In effect, leaving her in the same wallowing misery she'd left numerous other opponent's after robbing them of their own dignity.

"..." Spread-eagled on her front side, and unbelievably fatigued, several thoughts began gracing Gwendolyn's frazzled thought processes as she started gradually shuffling upward to massive cheers for the Avatar Of Justice. Aside from the obvious bloviating thoughts in regards to 'how dare this lowborn worm make a mockery of her'...there were also nostalgic flashes of Gwen's own rookie years in this wrestling league. When she herself was in Mika's exact same situation...standing against seasoned veterans, the old guard underestimating the newer generation and paying dearly for their hubris. Although their similarities may have sharply ended there, it did give Gwendolyn a moment to pause and reflect on where her position was now in all of this as she shoved her hand against her bent knee in the lurching attempt to gain verticality. Wobbly though it may be underneath her quivering legs. Seeing bits of herself in this contemptible rookie, as minuscule though they may have been, lit something within the heiress as turned in place to witness Mika's twisting rotation. Somehow, with a renewed vigor none could explain, the frazzled heiress swiftly sprinted towards the heroine just in time catch her in mid-jump. Both of Gwen's arms clamped not around Mika's, but positioned more around her crotch given the jumping angle with which she was captured. The side of Gwen's teeth-gnashing, enraged visage therefore being smushed against the heralded and thonged butt of light in what was to be an attempted release German Suplex the likes of which not many have ever seen given the distance, and sheer concussive drop upon impact.

Mika Kingsley had yet to have ridden a horse before, equestrian was one sport she hasn’t yet dabbled in, but she wondered if this would be considered similar to such a grand competition. She was without a saddle; however, she was seemingly taming the blue-blooded mustang. It was unlike anything a rookie would have done to the self-proclaimed Goddess of Sass, and the crowd had known that getting to that point, in such a quick and timely manner was no mean feat. Not just that, but adding a humiliating flair to the stretch, her posterior bouncing on the small of the heiress’s back. The further she pulled, the more she has shown Gwendolyn’s flexibility, no doubt dulled after years of ballet. It is always ill-advised to not bounce during a stretch, keeping it constant and still, let there will be an injury to the muscles that are affected. It was all too tempting to give a taunting hee-haw like a cowgirl riding a bull at a rodeo, matching the crowd gestures, but the Briton still had an upright image to maintain. Even if her actions may be the exact opposite. But to deny the crowd and not give a snooty socialite her just desserts?

Neigh.

Still, the rodeo could go on for so long before it gets dull. Not that the Twin-Tailed Wonder doubted that the crowd would get sick of it, there were other things to be done with the time she has to dole out needed judgement on Gwendolyn. Much to the relief of the heiress, Mika had abandoned the move with one hip bop that sent her to the canvas. The crowd could not get enough of the sight and would have no doubt made memes of this moment that would live on in AFW history. Mika would be glad to know that she did at least made it in the books of account. But there were more moments needed to be made, and one came in mind. She gave Gwendolyn the chance to rise up by herself, showing patience and bringing anticipation to one of Mika’s devastating techniques. The crowd roused with cheers, hyping it up and bringing the suspense to a high level. Gwendolyn was slowly getting up on wobbly legs, but that was fine, the heiress wasn’t going to stand for too long. Not when she was about to get lamped by Mika’s Butt of Justice that will level out anyone. Especially snooty, stuck-up Imperial Roses. Soon as Mika began to spin, the crowd awaited the inevitable impact of her butt hitting not just her body, but her face this time. The Avatar of Justice twirled gracefully in the air as if in another life she was a ballet dancer herself, a stark contrast of what was about to happen.

HIP BULLE-AAAAAAHH!!!

Mika did feel something, just not what she expected as she didn’t get the kind of impact that would be similar to a sturdy right hook. Her vision went from a horizontal turn to a vertical turn as she felt the gravity pulling her down in a direction she didn’t expect. What followed was a picture-perfect German Suplex, the release variation as if Gwendolyn was throwing barrels at a strongman contest, only that the one that she threw landed hard on her back with a thunderous crash. She could have ended up rolled up on her back, literally head over heels, but the momentum had her rolling onto her front as she crumpled onto the canvas, with a slight jiggle of her posterior.