Entropy Title Triple Threat Match! Julia Rogers vs. "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt (C)

Alaina was finally getting rid of the cloudy daze she was stuck in, but unfortunately for her it was just in time to get yanked up by the hair! "AAHHHH! Hair, ref!" She shouted as she felt her head wracked with even more pain that before!

Alaina was powerless to stop the unceremonious toss through the ropes, landing with a resounding thud! Alaina laid on her back, her head and torso throbbing. She was aware of the wedgie she now was stuck with but just laid on the ground, unable to move. Gwendolyn had returned the favor to Alaina, paid in full along with the interest in the form of Alaina's very exposed backside! Alaina groaned again in pain, bringing both arms up to cradle her head, trying to ease the pain and partially hiding her face in embarrassment. She kicked the ground a couple times in frustration and knew it'd be a few moments before she was able to get back into it...

All that "Cindy" the referee could offer the Amazon was a begrudging shrug of her shoulders towards her cries of foul play over Gwendolyn's fierce and hair-raising tugs. The "No Disqualifications" stipulation leaving her with scant few responsibilities aside from making sure a winner was declared at the end of all this chaos, and certainly unable to reprimand Gwen for chucking Alaina out of the ring, the heiress standing on the bottom rope and leaning over to get a better view of the Amazon and the havoc she has wrought.

"Always a pleasure, Alaina~...Though perhaps Taylor should rethink her curriculum if this is the best her "dojo" can churn out." While it may have been more prudent to dispatch Julia from the ring since the Amazon was obviously more worked over, the heiress felt some righteous retribution needed to be meted out from Alaina's earlier actions. Grinning snidely with roles now truly reversed, the heiress bounced off the ropes and backpedaled, fluffing her golden curls over her shoulders before extending her arms wide to her sides, reveling in all the boos her pompous stride was garnering.

Whether the audience despised her or not, which they did, it was by now impossible to deny her at least some credit for working her way back into contention. Spinning back in place to approach the cowgirl, Julia would find herself the victim of the same vicious hair pulling as Gwen attempted to bring her back up to her knees. Tugging her head back so the cowgirl was forced to look up at her from this demeaning position, the side of Julia's cheek pressed against Gwen's waist. "I see not much has changed since our last encounter. Although...I think you looked better without the mask~..." With that one whispered and snide remark, Gwen would reel back and attempt a fierce kick to Julia's chest to keep her stunned and docile.

Julia had managed to narrowly kick out of the tight pin attempt and kept the match alive, though Gwen was still in excellent position to continue picking apart both challengers. Of course, the cowgirl would never wish ill of her friend and dojo training partner. Though the few moments of rest she got as the heiress tossed Alaina out of the ring was greatly appreciated nonetheless. But those moments didn’t last long, and soon the pompous aristocrat was moving right back over to Julia again.

“Agh!” the luchadora cried out as her hair was pulled, forcefully bringing her up to her knees before the champion. Julia grit her teeth and growled between panting breaths as she was forced to look up at Gwen, with her masked face resting right against the girl’s waist. And the heiress then added further insult, which at the moment Julia could only angrily snarl at in response. Not only had Gwendolyn gone out of her way to humiliate and disrespect Julia in their last match, but now she was practically bragging about it!

If it were Gwen’s mission to get Julia pissed off, then without a doubt that mission had just been accomplished. And when the heiress fired her kick forward, Julia opened her arms and let it come in! The impact stung and drew a yelp from the kneeling blonde, but as soon as contact was made she clamped her arms tightly around the offending leg to try to hold it in place! “You bitch...” she growled, glaring up at Gwen while seeking to get to her feet, still holding her foe’s leg as she went. And once back up the cowgirl would abruptly drop right back down while quickly twisting her body, aiming to painfully twist Gwen’s leg and bring her down with a Dragon Screw!

Tormenting the cowgirl luchadora was becoming a joyous past-time for the heiress once she reflected back on their past encounters. The wholesome image Julia portrayed only came off as sickeningly transparent to her. Gwendolyn relishing in poking, prodding and debasing her enough to truly test her righteous veneer and witness the myriad of reactions she could get from merely carefully chosen words or from the removal of some inconsequential mask she never quite the understood the significance of in the first place. Reeling back to wail into Julia's chest with her lethally toned leg was met with the resounding thud she anticipated...but she couldn't...quite...tug...it...back...

*Uh-oh...*

The pompous smirk she was sporting suddenly dissipated along with her sense of control over the match once Julia started getting back to her feet with Gwens leg firmly in her clutches. The harrowing sight of Julia ascending upwards after the clubbing blow to her chest brought an immediate rise out of the audience, clapping and cheering wildly from what they direly hoped was a shift in momentum. Gwendolyn balancing herself on one foot like she was on a field sobriety test was a comical image that earned a few chuckles, the heiress hopping in place and furiously attempting to swipe at Julia's masked face with a fiery glare of her own.

"Un...*swipe*...hand...*swipe*...me-WAH!!!" Falling to her back and twisting Gwens captured appendage would send the heiress flipping forward in Julia's direction, her golden curls fluttering wildly as she spun in the air before crashing down on her back!! Dizzied and confused from the dramatic counter, the stumbling heiress attempted to rise back to her feet but immediately buckled from the twinging pangs of discomfort in her knee cap. Now cringing in pain while she humbly crawled away from the offending cowgirl towards a corner turnbuckle to gain some distance and use those pads to hopefully climb back up to her feet!!

The energy in the crowd changed noticeably when Julia brought Gwen down with the Dragon Screw. There hadn’t been any doubts from the beginning who the fans were for and against in this match, but they certainly made it perfectly clear by bursting into cheers at that moment. Slamming her palms on the mat, Julia then got right back up to her feet and shouted out, “LETS GO!!!!” at the top of her lungs, causing her supporters in the crowd to momentarily grow even louder.

Seeing Gwen crawling toward a corner, Julia quickly moved to stand in the corner opposite that one, and crouched down a bit with her hands on her knees as she waited for the heiress to get back up. “Come on...” she muttered, before taking off in a dead sprint across the ring the moment it seemed the defending champ was about to make it to her feet.

Once roughly half the distance between them was closed, Julia then leaped up into the air and brought both feet up. Whether Gwen was facing her by that point or not, the cowgirl aimed to send the soles of her boots crashing right into the torso of the aristocrat with a big time dropkick, hoping to daze her even further to set her up for even more punishment...

Gwendolyn's petite frame had given her extra air time when she was unceremoniously sent flying overhead in the leg twisting counter. The sudden contortion of her toned leg and disorienting spiral flip was enough to have the heiress seeking immediate refuge, yelping from the twinging pain in her knee before collapsing and crawling onwards with now one less leg to stand on for the moment.

The ecstatic pop from the audience after Julia's hair-raising war cry brought the noise level to a fever pitch. Shades of Summersplash being reenacted with Julia and Gwen squaring off in the ring once more. Gwendolyn of course wanted no part in reliving any of the more vivid memories of being slammed, kicked, and splashed down upon by the cowgirl luchadora.

Frantically climbing the turnbuckles would get the heiress vertical again, but not before the unseen dropkick nailed her right in her spine. The full brunt of the blow forcing Gwen's face to collide head on with the top turnbuckle in the process. Gwendolyn was left leaning against the corner turnbuckle with her arms draped limply over the top ropes and mumbling incoherently into the padded turnbuckle. Certainly not in the best of shapes after that double whammy...

Julia stalked Gwen’s every move as the heiress climbed back up in the corner, like a tigress waiting for a chance to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. The defending champ wasn’t the only one who felt the familiarity in this situation, and it was precisely those thoughts that fueled the cowgirl’s eagerness to get some much-wanted retribution. Each second brought her closer, now to the point that she could practically taste it!

And the moment Gwen was in position, Julia fired off like a rocket, sailing through the air and exploding right into the aristocrat’s back with an intense dropkick! She got everything she wanted out of her high-flying assault and then some, as Gwen’s pretty face smashed right up against the top turnbuckle! And with the champ out of it, Julia saw an opportunity to end Gwendolyn’s controversial reign, and right the wrongs that had been committed at Summer Splash!

Immediately standing up after hitting the dropkick, Julia reached out to the dazed heiress, hooking an arm under one of her foe’s. Pulling her just a step back the luchadora then jumped up and threw her legs out to wrap around Gwen’s other arm, and would then suddenly twist her body to the side as hard as she could, attempting to drive Gwen hard onto her upper back and neck with a crucifix driver, while using her grip on the woman’s arms to hold her shoulders on the ground for a pin attempt!

The explosive offensive surges that Julia was by now infamous for was an unpleasantness that Gwendolyn was far too accustomed to. Never having quite a found a permanent solution to that problem during their SummerSplash match outside of miraculous last second counters that punished her high-flying tactics. Though certainly not applicable in this scenario when she would be entirely blindsided by the second dropkick of the night from that infernal cowgirl and have her primp face become imprinted against the top turnbuckle.

"Nnngh..." The disorientation from being knocked off her feet and having her golden-curled head bounce off the thinly padded surface left her head swimming laps with the inability to straighten her deflated posture. Gwen was only just then willing herself back to her feet before the tugging of her arm would yank her out of her corner, yelping from Julia grapevining her legs around her arm and the substantially hefty weight now laying across her back.

Gwendolyn cringed from being forced to support the cowgirl luchadora across her extended arms, valiantly staying vertical under shaking legs for a brief second until she buckled backwards from the lingering pain in her leg held over from the dragon screw. After flipping back and emphatically crashing on her head and shoulders, Gwen's toned legs would stiffen skyward from the electrical shock of the impact before hunching over herself. Curled into an squirming, aristocratic ball and groaning weakly from the concussive blow, the heiress was certainly not in any shape to kick out of the one count...or even notice it was happening.

"1!"

Alaina heard commotion in the ring as she tried to collect herself outside. Judging by the reaction from the fans, Julia was taking it right to Gwendolyn. While that made Alaina much happier than the alternative, she was still very upset at being removed from the match and climbed up the apron to rectify that. Even though she was still hurting there was no way she was going to stay out of this match for long, there was way too much at stake!

As she looked up, Julia hit Gwendolyn with a nasty crucifix driver that made Alaina cringe as she crawled up onto the apron. The sound of the referee's hand hitting the mat once filled Alaina with fear-filled adrenaline: She was in danger of losing without being pinned herself! She ran right at Julia, hoping against hope that she could make it in time!

"2!"

The second count of the pin attempt was in the books, and right as the referee's hand was at its height Alaina ran up and did a sliding kick into Julia's side to break up the pin! "Sorry Julia... not gonna make it that easy!" Alaina said as she hammered her friend. Alaina didn't want to let Julia work her explosive offense on her either. She tried to stay with it by trying to pull a possibly stunned Julia up to her feet, grabbing her around the head and quickly leaning back in an attempt to DDT the high flying cowgirl!

The impact of Gwen’s body against the mat drew a unanimous wave of oohs and aahs from the crowd, and Julia knew her move had been just as devastating as it looked and sounded. At Summer Splash her high flying arsenal had helped the cowgirl become only the second person in AFW history to pin the heiress. And now, she felt more than confident history was about to repeat itself here tonight! Gwen was far too dazed to force her way out before the first count, and the second went by immediately after. Just one more second...!

A week or two ago, if anyone had told Julia her best friend would be the one breaking up the pin that quite possibly could’ve won the cowgirl her first title in AFW, there wasn’t a chance in hell she would’ve believed it. But while the ref’s hand was raising up for a third time, Alaina Sanders’ boot suddenly crashed right into Julia’s side, making her let go of her pin on Gwendolyn. “Urgh! Shit!” she shouted while rolling over, covering her side with a hand. For a brief, fleeting moment Julia felt angry and betrayed. But quickly the masked blonde grasped the crucial reminder: that even though both dojo trainees had plenty of reason to hate Gwen, this wasn’t a handicap match. It was every woman for herself.

Julia let out a low growl as she was pulled up, and her head was tucked under the Amazon’s powerful arm. Knowing she was in dangerous territory, she immediately started trying to squirm out of Alaina’s clutches. But before she had a chance to make any progress, the luchadora’s masked forehead was once again driven right into the mat with a ddt! “Agh!” Julia shouted, as her arms again wrapped protectively around her aching head.