Entropy Title Match! "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt (C)

Alaina looked down at Gwendolyn and shook her head. She seemed to realize that Alaina was strong enough to do things Ace couldn't. "Did the big, bad lady hurt you princess?" Alaina said as she pulled Gwendolyn back up to her feet. The surge of adrenaline, coupled with the crowds sudden outburst at the underdogs offense seemed to rejuvenate Alaina. It seemed like the crowd had always been in her corner as of late, and Alaina was forever grateful for that. Now, she had to try to keep her momentum and the crowd noise level on the rise.

Gwendolyn didn't seem to like it rough, so Alaina wanted to try to keep things simple. Simple and painful in the case of Gwendolyn. Alaina drove her knee into Gwendolyn's abdomen as hard as she could! Alaina followed that strike by planting her feet and twisting her torso, swinging a sharp elbow to the side of Gwendolyn's head!

The ropes along the ring were still shaking thanks to the vibrations from the high impact spine buster, the dainty aristocrat slammed into the ring with such authority even Gwendolyns detractors couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards her. Hearing the Amazons taunting as well feeling her looming presence just above her gave Gwendolyn a sense for how dangerous her position was. She hid her pained expression beneath her golden curls splayed out around her head as she arose to steadily to her knees before Alaina escorted her the rest of the way upward.

The palpable momentum shift brought the crowd to an uproar and livened them up from had been an unconvincing kickoff for the challenger. A surge she was riding high off of as Alaina's knee plowed directly into Gwendolyns taut stomach, the heiress's arms immediately cradling her caved in gut as she bent over desperately gasping for air. Stunned and entirely vulnerable, she squinted towards the towering Alaina just before she finished her one-two combination with a hammering elbow strike to her now deformed cheek. The poor aristocrat was being rocked left and right by the power house Amazonian, each massive hit scoring an echoing pop from the crowd.

Spinning in place from the last clobbering strike to her jaw, Gwendolyn would instinctively retreat backwards on shaky legs away from Alaina and towards the ropes to lean on, moaning in pain throughout. Though before she could even feel one tether on her fingers the strap tied to her hand would tug her back towards Alaina and the source of her aching body...

Alaina felt a nice, satisfying feeling inside as she saw Gwendolyn scamper away, only to fall short of the ropes thanks to the strap. That gave Alaina an idea.....

Pulling on the strap as hard as she could, Alaina wanted to yank Gwendolyn back at her while simultaneously moving forward with her arm extended to hammer Gwendolyn with a clothesline! "You can't get away that easy you prissy princess!" Alaina shouted as she began to put her plan into motion. She wouldn't be denied this time. Nothing less than a victory would be tolerated. Alaina had a lot of tough losses along the way...... she wouldn't let this match be one of them.

Alaina's yanking Gwendolyn into a clothesline is what she hoped would make a statement as to the tone she wanted for the match.

Unless the last few seconds of barely withstanding such pummeling blows weren't evidence enough, Gwendolyns staggering retreat to the ropes should cement the fact that the heiress' forte was NOT, in any way, shape or form...'brawling'. Standing tall and wailing on each other like barbaric neanderthals...her delicate frame was simply not accustomed to such an uncouth fighting style!!

The heiress spun back to face the Amazon from the tug on her strap, yelping as soon afterward she'd be yanked back towards Alaina intending to take her head off with the vicious clothesline!! The tugging on the strap practically jerked Gwen off her feet. Gwendolyn was reeling at this point and was in desperate need of some way to reverse the flow of the match. Gwendolyn instinctively used the momentum to her advantage and would drop into a baseball slide right through the opening between Alainas legs. Scrambling up to her feet as fast as humanly possible, Gwendolyn would grab the strap attaching them together at the wrists and viciously jerk it straight up into the Amazons crotch!!

"Stop...calling...me...PRINCESS!!" With every accentuated word Gwen would tug the strap deeper into Alaina's abused mound and even in between her plump butt cheeks. The audience was wincing from the erotically painful maneuver; however Gwendolyn was fuming at this point. Gritting her teeth as the final embarrassing rope treatment had every ounce of her strength put into it, Gwen intended to yank on the rope so with so much force as it would actually flip Alaina over to land on her backside with an intense wedgie to go along with it.

Alaina was taken by surprise as Gwendolyn slid underneath her, and felt the shap pain of the strap as Gwendolyn yanked it so hard Alaina fliped over!

"Aarrgghhhh!" Alaina bellowed as she landed on her back her hands down at her crotch as it felt like it was on fire. Alaina writhed on the mat, still stunned by the sudden reversal of her regal trickster of an opponent. Her bottom was wedgied to the point that her beautiful backside was on display, almost as if she had a thong on.

The fans booed Gwendolyn, and many were trying to chant for Alaina to get up.... but right now she was too stunned by the crotch blow to do much other than roll onto her stomach, working her way onto her hands and knees panting for breath.

"Oooph!!" The reverberating shock from having Alaina be flipped over like a flapjack on the canvas along with overexerting herself on that final tug sent the heiress tumbling back before collapsing to a seated position with her arms balancing herself up behind her. Both the Princess and the Amazon were laid out on the mat after an exhausting and painful exchange, Gwendolyn in particular still not seeing straight and still recovering from being Alainas worked over punching bag.

Rotating over to her knees while holding her recently clocked jaw in place, she witnessed Alaina beginning to gradually stir back to life and still cupping her strung up mound. It was becoming quite apparent by that point that trading blows and confronting Alaina head on was a recipe for disaster and more knuckle sandwiches. Her speed, ingenuity, and devious nature were the tools she needed to implement to whittle Alaina down...and that meant pouncing on the Amazon before she got back up!!

Desperately scrambling over to Alaina as the buxom Amazon rolled to her front attempting to elevate herself upward by her elbows, Gwen would tackle her back down to the mat and fasten the strap around her opponents neck. Scooting backwards until the heiress was comfortably perched on Alainas now thonged rump, Gwen gleefully wrenched back on the noose around her neck to choke the life out of her with one white boot between her opponents shoulder blades to help steady her Amazonian bronco.

Alaina knew that the longer she stayed on the ground, the worse off she would be. While she hated to admit it, Gwendolyn was a very skilled, fast and intelligent wrestler. Unfortunately for Alaina, Gwendolyn put all that to use as she found herself choked by the strap! Gwendolyn leaned back hard and Alaina would have screamed if she were able to. Instead she made a few grunts as the air was being choked out of her!

Alaina's face was reddening very quickly as she brought her hands up to loosen the grip of the strap around her throat. No good. Gwendolyn's trap was very secure around her throat and no amount of arm strength was going to dislodge that. Alaina had to be smarter herself to have a chance in this match or she would literally turn into Gwendolyn's whipping girl.

Alaina needed to create slack on the strap so she could dislodge it. Keeping her hands up at the strap, she used her legs and torso to twist and spin to her side. If she could at least roll over and get Gwendolyn off her back it would buy her a precious second so she could open up her airway...

Without fail Gwendolyn's vicious side never ceased to make an appearance in each and every one of her matches, a sadistic smirk on her face as she gradually strangled the life out of her opponent. Having a front row seat to Alainas delightful squirming was worth the negative P.R. her actions may get her, the audience members booing fervently with Gwendolyn back in control of the match.

The ref was tapping her shoulder and pestering her with "final warnings" but Gwendolyn had studied the rules of this match thoroughly and knew full well that nearly anything involving the strap was fair game. Indeed Gwendolyn seemed to have a knack for taking her match stipulations and abusing them in her favor...though eventually the Amazons rhythmic rocking was enough to unseat the heiress, releasing her grip before climbing back up to her feet. Gwendolyn peered down at Alaina and surveyed her masterful handiwork, the formerly boastful Amazon now helplessly languishing on the mat, gasping for air with her outfit wedged up nice and tight in between her nether region and curvy backside. Breaking her opponents down like this always stirred up those warm and toasty feelings, the heiress cooing softly with her arms folded as took in the scrumptious sight.

"Not quite the "prissy princess" you envisioned, huh?~..." With that Gwen would stomp her face onto Alaina's cheek and kept it planted with twisting motions into her face as she continued her diatribe. "Not to worry, everyone makes that mistake dearie~...They see I come from money and think 'She has no place here'...Oh...how I delight in proving them wrong~..." After the brief lecture, Gwen would step forward so all of her dainty weight would be on Alainas tortured face and spin once around in place in a fanciful pirouette. The demeaning act would end with Gwen stomping down on Alainas trampled visage in a pose meant for ballet, gracefully hopping off and prancing forward to lean with her back against the ropes...

Alaina's breif moment of reprieve was shattered by Gwendolyn's cruel ballet... grinding Alaina's face raw! Alaina rolled onto her stomach, getting insulted as she barely got her way shakily up... at least up onto her hands and knees.

"Uungh... damn you.." Alaina muttered looking up at her cocky opponent. Thus far, the champion had every reason to be confident. That smirk though.... it was making Alaina so angry that she felt her blood boil. She heard the fans trying to get behind her, but at this point it was more out of sympathy than them believing Alaina could make a comeback, or even get started in this matchup. Alaina gasped for breath for a moment as Gwendolyn delighted at Alaina still being down, almost bowing to the champ.

That coupled with Gwendolyns cockiness incensed Alaina as she got to her feet, taking the time to un-wedgie her bottom. "Once a prissy bitch, always a prissy bitch." Alaina said, still in a lot of dazed pain but trying to regain her composure....

With her arms slung over the top ropes Gwendolyn laid back and cast her hazel eyes down upon her prostrate opponent. So far nearly everyone who has faced her one on one has taken that position, on their knees in humble subjugation before her...all that is, except for her precious engineer, Nikolette. Coincidentally her one and only defeat since joining the league. An encouraging sign that this match would end favorably for her...

"Hmm...Well, this is deja vu all over again...*giggle*...Haley referred to me by that...exact...same...profane moniker." Gwen pronounced with a condescending tone. While the reeling Alaina was struggling to get vertical again, Gwendolyn began a sensual stride to the Amazons side like a predator circling her cornered prey. "...and we all know how that turned out for her, don't we?"

Gwendoyln may have been playing coy but she was no rank amateur. Allowing Alaina to get back up to her feet and re-establish her center of balance meant dealing with her monstrous strength again. And that would be an...inconvenience. With a devilish sneer on her face, Gwen bided her time, patiently waiting for the most opportune moment to strike, and that was when Alaina had just starting to push herself up off her knee. In that moment Gwen would dash towards her slumped over opponent and attempt a devastating bicycle kick right into her her cranium!!