SS 15 Entropy Title Match: Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt(C) Vs. Julia Rogers

Preceded By: SS 15 Softcore Round 1: Izzi Vs. Victoria Archer
Followed By: Summer Splash 15 Retrospective: The Rise of an Empire

Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt(C):


Vs.

Julia Rogers:



Match type: Luche Libre
Winning Condition: The first to score two falls will be declared the winner. Falls can be scored via pinfall, submission or knockout.
Special Stipulation: Luche Libre follows the standard rules with the following exceptions: Count out is set to 20 seconds. Using the ropes for leverage is illegal, and once a wrestler is on the ropes, her opponent must release any holds and she will not be able to pin her.

Disqualifications occur when an opponent uses an illegal hold, move (such as the piledriver, which is an illegal move in lucha libre and grounds for immediate disqualification), or weapon, hits her opponent in the groin, uses outside interference, attacks the referee, or rips her opponent's mask completely off.

The winner will be declared the Entropy Champion.

Summer Splash was here, which meant it was finally time for Julia Rogers’ opportunity to challenge for the coveted Entropy Championship. Having been an active competitor for six years now, the cowgirl fully understood how important tonight was. It wasn’t just some shiny piece of jewelry she’d be fighting for. Winning the title tonight would effectively cement her place among the ranks of the AFW, and prove that her undefeated streak going into this bout was no fluke.

But this wasn’t just about winning a title. Julia had certainly not forgotten how Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt had cheated Julia’s best friend, Alaina, out of a match for the belt in a previous defense. And she certainly remembered how the heiress then had the audacity to slander Cassie Elliot and the Higurashi Dojo right to Julia’s face, before smothering the luchadora unconscious in front of thousands of watching eyes. Oh, that all still stayed strong in Julia’s memory, and she simply couldn’t wait to make Gwen pay for every bit of it. And under Lucha Libre rules, the cowgirl knew she’d have as a good a chance now as ever to pay Gwen back for her actions and become Entropy Champion in the process.

She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, taking a few deep breaths as she waited backstage for her music to cue her down to the ring. Julia had never felt more ready for a match in her life, and this one simply couldn’t start soon enough! Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to wait long, as her music soon began to play over the speakers in the arena. Bursting through the curtain and onto the stage with a bright smile, Julia looked out over the enormous crowd as it burst into thunderous cheers for the blonde. Clearly, they were just as ready as Julia to see a new champion crowned tonight.

Raising her hands and cupping them around her lips, she shouted out at the top of her lungs, “LETS GO, LONDON!!!!!” only further fueling the cheers as she then made her way down the aisle, high fiving as many fans as she could along the way. Once near the ring, she ran toward it and slid under the ropes, then immediately went to the nearest corner and hopped up to the second rope, before holding up a hand and pointing straight up at the rafters. And after taking a few more seconds to enjoy the glorious scenery before her, Julia stepped down and moved into her corner, now just awaiting the arrival of the defending Entropy Champion...

For Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, this was a time of reflection and introspection...one full year from her last SummerSplash against Tatsuki, a momentous, though still to this day contentiously disputed victory. Her emboldened words and proclamations spoken back then now supported with an unheard of string of success in her matches...and the Entropy Title as tangible evidence that Gwendolyn was every iota the superior contender she spoke of.

Every single solitary seat in Wembley Stadium was accounted for that night, Gwendolyn's career in AFW having finally brought her back home to perform in front of her fellow Englishman. Only an hour up the countryside in Thornswood Road stood her illustrious mansion, where she decided on this venture in the first place, and in a year's time Gwendolyn was defending one of the league's more prestigious titles in one of the grandest spectacles of the year. The heiress couldn't help but smirk at how everything had truly come full circle for her...

Once Julia's entrance had petered off the audience in attendance would be kept on hold for several more agonizing seconds of dead silence in bated anticipation for the Entropy Champion herself. The top of the ramp would be bathed in darkness until a single spotlight would shine on one figure....lead vocalist singer of Iron Maiden, Bruce Dickinson!! Several other spotlights would light up on the stage to reveal the remaining members of the legendary British heavy metal band as they began performing "The Trooper", the entire audience hyped beyond belief with the decibel level in the stadium off the charts from raucous cheers everyone completely marking out!!

Off to the side in a wide open clearing next to the ramp where the band was still performing with an expansive light show as well,from behind a blackened curtain a posh stretch limousine would gradually drive out into public view. Once coming to a halt, doors on all sides would open in tandem with Gwendolyn's entourage stepping out clad in their blue and jumpsuits...with the heiress herself making her grand entrance by way of a mechanism inside the limousine lifting her up through the skylight, Gwendolyn now perched atop the roof of the luxury vehicle with endless cameras flashing through the stadium and bathing her in their luminescence.

Clad in her form-fitting wrestling attire, the heiress would have a flowing cloak strapped on with the Union Jack symbol emblazoned on it, along with a golden scepter and jewel encrusted crown on her curly head. In a grandiose flourish, Gwendolyn would spread her arms wide to her sides, closing her eyes and lifting her head up as she was greeted by the raucous applause of her fellow countrymen, the U.K. perhaps the only locale where she would receive such a reception. The Entropy title would be hooked around her shoulder like a beauty pageant sash, glimmering with all the encrusted jewels adorning it. Swelling with pride and brimming with utmost confidence, Gwendolyn's beaming expression would be partially concealed behind a blue and white luchador mask, similar in design to Julia's only colored cobalt blue in a direct contrast to Julia's bright red mask. This one moment in time, her illustrious homecoming, rivaled even her Avalanche win over Haley. All the world's eyes on her and reveling in her magnificence~...

Gwendolyn began to elegantly stride along the roof of the stretch limo and step down a small set stairs propped to the side, making a beeline to the ring wile her entourage accompanied throughout the long walk. Upon reaching the ring her entourage members would carefully disrobe and relieve her off her crown and scepter, retreating backstage for the time being knowing that just their presence would. Sauntering up the steps to with a purposeful sway to her hips, the heiress entered the ring as the bands performance was winding down. Unhooking her precious title belt from around her shoulder, Gwendolyn held the trophy in front of her briefly and planted a small peck right on the center before handing it to the ref. Only just then, once all the pageantry was behind her, she would turn to face her cowgirl opponent with a coy smile on her face and a hand on her curvy hip...

"And THAT...is how you make an entrance~..."

Julia probably should’ve expected Gwen would make an entrance as big and grand as one could possibly imagine. Yet, the cowgirl was just as surprised as every last fan in attendance as Iron Maiden took the stage! Her eyes then followed the limousine that drove out and the entourage that came pouring out of its doors, and the Entropy Champion herself rising up through the roof of the car.

Spectacular as it all was, though, nothing caught Julia off guard more than the response of the audience. True, this was the heiress’ homeland. But even still the luchadora was astonished at how thunderous and enthusiastic the wave of cheers for Gwen were! A part of her knew that Iron Maiden putting on a live performance likely had a big part in it as well. And though she’d never admit it, for a moment she also found herself wishing she’d prepared something big for her entrance as well. It was Julia’s first championship match in the AFW, after all. However, the short notice she’d been given for the bout hadn’t given her much time to put a grand entrance together, while Gwen had probably been getting everything set for this long before Julia had even been named the new number one contender.

Oh well. Nothing she could do about it, so she just shook off all those thoughts and started to stretch while watching her foe make her way down to the ring. And...wait, was that...a mask? And not just a mask, but one shaped identically to Julia’s, the only difference being the blue color that matched the rest of the champion’s attire. Julia had gone through seemingly endless hours of hard work and training alongside some of the best luchadors in Mexico to earn her mask, and took pride in it. But for Gwen to be wearing one now, it felt like a slap to Julia’s face, like the girl was spitting on lucha libre tradition as a whole. As if Julia didn’t have enough reason to want to kick her ass already...

“Not bad. Gonna feel like a big waste when you walk out of here without that title, though.” Julia replied, glaring across the ring at Gwen. And speaking of the Entropy Championship, the ref carried it over to show it to Julia, before moving back to the center of the ring and holding it up in the air, showing everyone in London the prize that was on the line. And then, a lone announcer stood in the ring to give the formal introductions.

“The following contest is a Lucha Libre match..... And it is for the Entropy Championship! Introducing first, the challenger... From Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at 126 pounds..... JULIA ROGERS!!!!!!”

The blonde stepped forward and raised a hand and pointed her finger up toward the ceiling as her name was announced, all the while never taking her eyes off of Gwen, before moving back to her corner while waiting for her opponent to be introduced.

"Oh, trust me dear Juli, it already does feel that way. The exorbitance of this spectacle was arranged for the one who came before you. A grand arena intended to showcase my unparalleled skill and deliver supreme subjugation to one who I felt well-earned my undivided attention and wrath~..." Gwendolyn would briefly lose herself in the fantastical scenario replaying in her mind, her eyes closed and a hand on her chest with her other arm extended to the rafters in an elegant pose as if she were reciting poetry or singing an impassioned soliloquy in an opera. "...And instead I get you, a glorified stand-in. Words...could not have expressed my disappointment..." The heiress stated with a deflated tone, turning her back to Julia while she sauntered back to her corner.

With the hype from the rock concert eventually dwindling away and people began settling back into their chairs, Gwen would stretch her toned leg to the side by resting her ankle on the top rope while the announcer's bellowed the challenger's introduction. Angling forward nearly enabled her to touch her toes, Gwendolyn extended both her legs in the same manner in an eye-catching demonstration of her flexibility.

"And now...From Westminster, England...weighing in at 121 pounds...The Illustrious Imperial Rose...Your...Entropy Champion...GWENDOLYN..DUUUUPONT...BETTENCOURT!!!"

Once the announcer proclaimed her name to the heavens, the heiress would cease her warm up exercises and leap on the middle ropes, spreading her arms to her sides to thunderous applause, the crowd clearly biased towards the homegrown aristocrat. For Gwen, arranging the British rock bands services was a sure fire way to win over any lingering doubters and naysayers in the audience over to her side. The idea of her own countrymen booing her on this monumental occasion was an outcome she ensured would not come to pass.

Hopping down from her perch and turning back towards the cowgirl, the bell would clang signaling the match to be officially underway. The heiress would circle the ring in tandem with Julia several times, striding nonchalantly with a smirk on her face as if to exude an aura of supreme confidence towards her abilities and the out come of this match. At some point Gwen would cease the prowling movements and gradually crept forward raising her arms as if to lock up with the cowgirl...hunched over slightly and locking eyes with her. Gwen would stomp her foot and jerk forward in several fakeouts intended to get a reaction out of Julia, smirking wildly throughout her attempts to get in her head...

Julia had made her grand entrance and slapped a train of high-fives. But there was one hand not close enough to the edge of the aisle to get that coveted touch of diva. But it didn't stop that voice from cutting through with raucous, wild cheering.

And then the limo arrived, to the wailing tunes of Iron Maiden. The cheers were near-deafening, but none came from that lone source. Only when the noise level began to die down did a, "Booo!," rise up. Drake got some dirty looks from the locals surrounding him. But he didn't care. There's only one person worthy of his praise tonight, and she's the one wearing red. She'd trained hard, fought harder, and was obviously making waves in her federation. She deserved this shot - she earned this shot. And she's more than won the heart of at least one adoring fan.

When Julia's name is announced, Drake hops and waves his arms at her ecstatically from his front-row, pressed-right-against-the-guardrail vantage point. "This is all you, baby! Tonight's your night! Trash'er! Bring that belt home!"

Though the young model isn't wearing anything more outlandish or eye-catching than a simple red button-up and black slacks (with shoes, obviously), the energy and volume he's putting behind his support easily overwhelms the small area of the audience around him. So when Gwendolyn's name is announced, there's a small sinkhole of activity.

Except, again, for when the crescendo of praise finally begins to die down. "Booo!"

“Just keep talkin’...” Julia replied to Gwen’s taunting words. She knew she wasn’t the one her opponent or this crowd had originally been expecting to see tonight. But if anyone thought that was going to stop Julia from doing everything she could with this chance of a lifetime, they were sorely mistaken. Though first, she was going to have to get accustomed to this extremely unfamiliar atmosphere...

Confident as Julia was that she had what it took to defeat Gwendolyn tonight, she’d be lying if she said that explosive reaction for the Entropy Champion hadn’t rattled her a bit. True, the cowgirl had expected the general audience approval for the heiress to be higher than normal, especially with this being in Gwen’s homeland. But even still, the scale of the difference between their respective reactions was far beyond Julia’s expectations. In fact, it was the first time in her life a crowd had ever been so emphatically one-sided in favor of Julia’s opponent. She held her composure, but the reality of the situation was a rather strange thing to take in.

But just when Gwen’s army of supporters finally silenced, a lone voice rang out through Wembley Stadium, booing the defending champion. It brought a chuckle and a smile to Julia’s features, which only brightened even more when she turned and saw the source was none other than Drake. Seeing her boyfriend in the front row, supporting her as loud as he could despite being in the overwhelming minority, it couldn’t have meant more to Julia, and she felt her nerves starting to calm at the sound of his roaring voice. She blew a kiss at him and winked, before turning back to face Gwen as the bell rang.

Keeping her eyes firmly locked onto the devious heiress, Julia circled the ring a few times. The champion looked confident as always. And as the two combatants began to inch toward each other, Julia held up her hands as it seemed they were about to engage in a lockup. Instead, Gwen elected to jerk forward in several feints, the first couple of which did made Julia’s body jolt as if bracing itself to react. The cowgirl clicked her tongue, before suddenly spinning around while quickly throwing the sole of her right boot at Gwendolyn’s stomach. And if it landed, she’d immediately follow by trying to throw an arm around the champ’s neck before pulling her into a nice and tight side headlock!

Were it not for Julia's noticeable acknowledgment and affection towards that one derisive voice in the crowd, Gwendolyn would have paid little to no attention to the sole heckler in the audience. The heiress glanced in the same direction Julia blew her kiss towards until she ascertained the recipient in the front row, a rather strapping raven-haired man, now much more simpler to pick out of the bustling crowd due to his crimson red shirt. Gwen furrowed her brow in thought and quickly surmised that, whoever the shaggy dressed man was, he seemed to be a spouse or some from of significant other to Julia...a compelling development that the heiress may make use of later on.

"Oooph!!" For now though, Gwen's attempts to psyche out the cowgirl did not pan out as she anticipated, briefly winded after the swift kick to her gut jerked her forward with a tightly synched in headlock applied immediately afterwards. The heiress snarled through gritted teeth as the sudden choking pressure on her neck from Julia's bicep constricted her airway, along with half of Gwen's masked face nuzzled right up against the side of the cowgirls ample chest as well. An inauspicious way to way to kick things off considering the majority of her matches so far began with her in the lead...

Rather than struggle in vain and waste precious energy however, Gwendolyn would remain perfectly still and simply allow Julia to have her precious headlock. Several seconds passed as the heiress's hands patted around Julia's lower back and the elbow of the arm around her neck. Once finding what she believed to be her lower lumbar, the heiress would strike Julia's back numerous times while simultaneously shoving on the cowgirl's constricting arm, hoping the combined efforts would free Gwen and end up propelling Julia off of her and towards the ropes.

Had it not been for Drake’s presence putting her at ease, Julia likely would’ve been much more thrown off by the heiress’ little mind game. But as it was, the cowgirl managed to keep her calm, and fired off a quick and well timed kick. A brief, but loud smack echoed throughout the arena as Julia’s boot drove itself right into Gwendolyn’s midsection, winding the girl and doubling her over. And that gasp that was forced from the defending champ let Julia know that one hurt just as bad as it sounded.

The knowledge brought a little grin to Julia’s features as she slapped on the headlock, wrenching against Gwen’s neck while squeezing down on it with her arm. Though strangely, aside from the snarling she heard coming from her foe and the feeling of the champ’s hands patting around her back and arm, the heiress didn’t seem to be putting up any resistance. Rather, the girl was keeping a level head and cautiously searching for an escape route. It may have only been a simple headlock, but still Gwen’s reaction came as a surprise to Julia, who hadn’t expected such a pompous girl to have much mental fortitude when it came to combat.

It may not have been what Julia had predicted to see from the heiress, but this was still more than familiar territory, and anyone who’d seen a match before knew what was about to happen next. Once Gwen’s hand was firmly placed against her, Julia was ready to go as she was pushed and sent running into the ropes up ahead. She went into them and bounded off, now coming in a dead sprint toward the Entropy Champion. Hoping to catch her off guard, Julia waited until most of the distance was closed before dropping down and aiming a sliding dropkick right at Gwen’s left knee.

Unbeknownst to Julia and perhaps to all of Gwendolyn's detractors and doubters, the heiress had not been simply twiddling her thumbs while her impending SummerSplash match closed in on her. Her customized training regiment emphasized doing her level-headed best to maintain her refined composure when her opponent gets lucky and starts to bear down on her, various trainers emphasizing this piece of advice above all others. A tall order for the heiress, who has garnered a rather infamous reputation for losing her cultured cool when the pressure was on, though for now appearing to take those lessons to heart...

Advice for now well-implemented, the combined strikes and shoving at the arm around her neck freeing her from the constricting headlock and in the process shoving Julia forward into the ropes a few feet in front of them. Gwendolyn staggered briefly from the well-earned freedom but still managed to glance ahead and see the cowgirl running ahead. From here she could tell Julia intended to use the forward momentum to her advantage and bounce off the ropes to use the extra speed for whatever she had planned next.

Slightly hunched over already from the side headlock, Gwendolyn was luckily already in some manner of a sprinters starting position. The heiress narrowed her eyes and would patiently bide her time in the middle of the ring until the cowgirl would come racing back to her. Once Julia bounced off the tethered ropes, Gwen would rush forward to meet Julia head-on intending to leap and in mid-air attempt a spinning roundhouse kick with the side Gwendolyn's toned leg hopefully nailing Julia in the side of her bright red masked face.