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

Alaina felt like a fool for trying the same thing twice... and now she paid the price! Her back was teeming with pain as the STF was locked in! With Gwendolyn's hands placed underneath Alaina's chin she couldn't even let out the screams that were bottled up!

Alaina considered trying to pry Gwendolyn's hands off her to release the hold, but the ropes weren't far. That was the fastest way to get out of this predicament, and Alaina used all the strength she had in her arms to drag the two over to the ropes. As she closed in, the seconds feeling like an eternity because of the well applied hold, she could almost feel her eyes water as the pain mounted. Shortly after, she reached the ropes and grabbed on as if her life depended on it!

The treacherous slog towards the ropes wouldn't go unnoticed by Gwendolyn, the heiress viciously wrenching in the hold and curving Alaina's vertebrae the closer they approached her tethered salvation. It was a slow, inching slog with the audience clapping in unison for the Amazon until she eventually grasped the bottom rope, the referee tapping on Gwen's shoulder and pelting her with warnings as she counted to five.

"Gah!! Fine!!" In an exasperated huff, Gwen shoved Alaina back down to the mat with a thud after unfastening the grip under her chin. She released the hold and got back to her feet with her hands in the air in an exaggerated mockery of the ref's commands to ease off Alaina....though not without one swift stomp to the Amazon's tender spine as a parting gift from Gwendolyn before backpedaling with a pompous smile on her face...

Alaina felt immediate relief as the hold was released, but ber back was a mess....and the parting stomp didn't help!

Alaina needed to regroup. She rolled under the ropes and knew that standing up on the outside of the ropes invited disaster against Gwendolyn. Instead she hopped down to the outside of the ring, getting much needed breathing room. She hated the fact that she had to withdraw from Gwendolyn.... it looked like she was running away.

Alaina stretched her back out as Gwendolyn stood in the ring, smug as ever. Alaina felt the strap tug.... well, not tug but it was stretched to the limit. Alaina had an idea, putting into effect her plan to work smarter. She was still weak from the torturous STF, but she had things around her that she could grab on to and work ner way to the barricade: effectively using the strap to drag Gwendolyn out of the ring and under the ropes, allowing her to join Alaina outside the ring!

Hope in Alaina's ability to pull off an upset were waning once it became exceedingly apparent that the amazon was struggling to compensate for Gwendolyn's fleet-footed nature and natural instinct for tide-turning counters. The heiress had adjusted her tactics to effectively neutralize the Amazon's bull headed approach, Gwendolyn now brimming with confidence when she laid her eyes upon Alaina actually retreating in utter cowardice outside of the ring.

"Ha!!...And here you thought I would be the one running awa-...*tug*...H-Hey!!..." Gwendolyn's pompous gloating would be interrupted by the tugging sensation at her wrist, the heiress dragging her feet along the mat and pulling back with her other hand gripping the strap. Try as she might Alaina would extract Gwendolyn out of the ring and onto the ring apron, the Amazon forcing Gwendolyn to come to her instead and into a compromising situation where Alaina's strength enabled her a distinct advantage.

Now yanked onto the apron with a frustrated look on her face, panic was starting to settle in as Alaina continuously jerked on the thread tying them together. Gritting her teeth at her inevitable loss in this tug of war, at the last second Gwendolyn leaped toward Alaina in a desperate flying knee strike using Alaina’s own yanking motions to give her additional velocity.

Alaina saw Gwendoly coming and stepped to the side at the last second! As Gwendolyn moved passed, Alaina grabbed the strap and roped it around Gwendolyn's neck from behind! "How does this suit you?" Alaina asked as she went bqck to back with the champion, even bumping her butt against Gwendolyns! The crowd roared as Alaina again showed signs of life! It seemed as if they wanted Alaina to take the fight to Gwendolyn as much as she wanted to herself!

Alaina leaned forward, lifting Gwendolyn up on her back, still holding the strap tight! She wanted to lift Gwendolyn off her feet and keep her in place in a hangman hold accentuated by the strap pressing up on the champ doing the actual choking! Alaina pulled as tifhtly as she could, the more pressure the better!

The whiffing of her flying knee strike sent Gwendolyn into a tumbling barrel roll onto the thinly matted surface after having just narrowly missed Alaina's face by fractions of an inch. Not tensing up and loosening her body to roll along with the momentum made the descent slightly less impactful, ultimately coming to a rest on her back side with a hand on her head and obviously dizzied from the spin cycle.

"Hugh!!" While still dazed from the crash landing, the tightly threaded rope wrapped around her neck would practically go unnoticed until Alaina gave the initial yank to jerk Gwendolyn off her knees and into a standing position. She coughed and struggled from the bull rope cutting off her airway, now propped up on Alaina's sweaty back with both her hands clawing at the noose around her neck.

The luminous glow from the beaming spotlights shined brightly on Gwendolyn and blinded her while she languished in this embarrassing display of power on Alaina’s end, her alabaster skin gleaming from the sweat with her own curvy rear rubbing against Alaina’s lower back in her efforts to break free. Eventually the heiress’ curly head would be tugged cheek to upside-down cheek with Alaina, gasping for air as the life slowly drained from her.

The fans cheered as Alaina began to put the screws to Gwendolyn the way she chose to, although quite a few were also surprised. A few gasps were heard as Alaina showed what could be considered ruthlessness inside the ring. Among the shocked group was the referee, who climbed down and got next to Alaina screaming for ner to let go before initiating a count to five.

As soon as the referee got to four, Alaina let go of the hold, dumping Gwendolyn down to the mat as she let go. Alaina looked over at the ringpost and got an idea in her head.... she knew a great way to really hammer Gwendolyns torso, however she had proven to be tricky, very technically sound and tougher than she looked. Alaina wanted to soften her up a bit to make sjre things went off without a hitch!

Alaina grabbed a bit of the strap forming an improptu whip, and began to use it to lash at Gwendolyn's back as she lay on her stomach!

The mixed reaction from the audience, whom the entirety of which were rooting for Alaina at the beginning of the match, was a testament to how torturous the hangman maneuver must have looked on their end if it was actually garnering sympathy for the hated heiress. A darker and more violent side to the Amazon than her fans were accustomed to, and one Gwendolyn just seems to naturally bring out of people for some inexplicable reason...

"...*hack*cough*sputter*..." At the referee's behest the Amazon would free Gwendolyn and have her flop limply to the mat face first, her chortled gasps desperate to get air back in her lungs. She hastily unhooked the noose from her neck and rubbed around the indentations left by the rope. While lethargically working her way up to her knees Alaina let loose with a sickening lash across Gwen's lumbar, immediately arching her back and mumbling French expletives through gritted teeth. The stinging pain from being Alaina's whipping girl awoke her from the cloudy mindset that came from being deprived of precious oxygen, a fresh red welt now marking her previously flawless skin.

Gwendolyn crawled towards ring side and dug her grip into the apron as a solid foundation to tug on and help her get vertical again, the sharp stinging sensation across her back a keen motivator to get away from Alaina...

Alaina took Gwendolyn down one notch.... now for another! Alaina grabbed Gwendolyn and held her across her chest as if she were about to deliver a back breaker...

"I really hope that this 'pushover opponent' isn't too rough for you!" Alaina screamed as she kept holding Gwendolyn up, charging straight at the ringpost in an attempt to ram Gwendolyn against it back-first! Alaina didn't want her foe to recover at all. If she could crush her right now and take all the fight out of her she would be well on her way towards a title! Regardless of what happened, Alaina was sure Gwendolyn would regret ever seeing her as a pushover!

Alaina fully intended to complete the backbreaker after ramming Gwendolyn against the ringpost to add to the pain she felt in her torso!

Gwendolyn had just about clawed her way back up to her feet against the ring apron before the Amazon pounced yet again on the rattled heiress, yelping out loud from the feeling of weightlessness brought on from being hoisted into the air so easily. Panicked flailing of her dangling legs along with some connecting elbow shots to the side of Alaina's head were the best resistance she could muster before the enraged Amazonian would ram the her spine into the ringpost like a freight train.

The audience winced from the sickening impact with her fans still rallied behind Alaina and her efforts to dethrone Gwendolyn as entropy champion.  Gwendolyn's reignited back pains from earlier in the match flared up and overwhelmed her senses, leaving her completely docile and limp in the giant's clutches. She wearily lifted her head with a glazed look in her eyes, only just then noticing she was till hanging in mid-air before Alaina continued her torturous assault with Gwen bent her over Alaina's knee in the back breaker everyone anticipated.

"AAHHHHH!!" The heiress wailed in agony while sprawled out on the Amazons outstretched knee before rolling over in convulsing pain. Now on her trembling hand and knees, Gwen humbly crawled away from Alaina's dominant manhandling with her tanned rear swaying from side to side until she she could prop herself in a seated position against the steel steps.

"...nngh...w-wait..." Gwendolyn's mumbled pleas for mercy would barely be audible as she shielded her whimpering face behind her raised hands to garner some sympathy from her encroaching opponent...

...though all a deceptive ruse!! For once Alaina would come within striking distance Gwendolyn would kick out one of the Amazons legs from under her to have her face careening into the steel steps right behind her!!