Tempest Tournament Round 1: Maddie Hanezawa Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Audience members could have attested up until this point that this first round tournament match was so far rather lacking in terms of any noteworthy highlights. However, the sight of Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, the ludicrously pampered lady of noble privilege and divine elegance...squirming on her knees from having her cooch uppercutted...promptly negated any feelings of regret from having paid money for these tickets.

Rage fueled indignation coursed through Gwens veins while her entourage at ringside had ceased cheering for their employer to instead stare blankly into the ring before leaping onto the apron and chastising the referee for not disqualifying Maddie on the spot. For the first time since being in AFW actually arguing for a disqualification instead of defending themselves from one.

The lewd indecency of her positioning wasn't lost on her either, the heiress hunched over while tenderly massaging her aching nethers. Still recovering from the shock and mortification of the crotch punch, Gwen would gradually peer upward to shoot Maddie murderous dagger eyes only to see nothing there except Maddie's falling shadow before having her bikini butt slamming the heiress atop her back.

"Pwah!!" Gwen coughed out a hefty lungful of air as she crumpled beneath Maddies still substantial weight and the added momentum gained from her soaring leap. Her limbs jerked up off the canvas before collapsing back down, the heiress groaning in misery beneath her splayed out golden curls.

Considering the varied library of match types the heiress had participated in up until this point and the rather obscene amount of underhanded tactics perpetrated in them, Gwen was actually rather fortunate never to have experienced a low blow for this long in her career. But her inexperience with that distinct level of pain only made it that much more debilitating. Her reaction times were slowed as a result, and Maddie was taking swift advantage of that.

"...ngh..." Gwen moaned and lightly stirred from feeling Maddie's rear shuffling around on her back. The lack of cushioning on Maddie's lean and rock-hard rump would add a stinging exclamation point to the high-flying crash. The heiress grit her teeth and shuffled her elbows beneath her torso to prevent what she assumed would be an incoming attempt at a camel clutch. Though in hindsight that may have been preferable to what her diminutive opponent had the unmitigated gall to do instead.

"Raaah!!! Descendre de moi!!!" Gwendolyn wailed to the blinding houselights above from having her illustrious flowing curls yanked sharply behind her. The searing pain in her scalp and from her arching spine caused Gwen to frantically claw at Maddie's wrists, the match now devolving into more of a cat fight than any sanctioned tournament bout. Her struggles would gain her little leeway in the degrading hair pull, though her screams did pull the referee's attention back to the match. The pin-stripped official scurrying over and counting down Maddies time before being disqualified, and for real this time, given the sound of his warnings.

"1!...2!...3!..."

The ref's count compelled Maddie to release Gwen's golden curls and allow her to unceremoniously flop forward, groaning miserably with her hands buried in her frizzed golden curls. What was initially portrayed as a decidedly one-sided affair with a foregone conclusion was now becoming understandably murky. The petite Maddie, through her own style of under-handed tactics, was taking the fight right back to the mortified aristocrat.

"Nng!" Gwen jerked up from having her spine stamped down, but it was the following punt to her ribs that had compelled the heiress to gain some distance from Maddie by rolling over twice. They weren't dreadfully painful strikes considering Maddies lack of muscle, but the heiress needed room to breath and collect herself nonetheless. Cradling and shielding the side of her stricken ribcage, Gwen would attempt to at least raise back to her knees before Maddie could capitalize further.

Granted the time to prop herself on one knee and regain her senses, Gwen remained eerily silent in response to Maddie's provocation. She only spared her a sideways glance from between her frizzed up curls when her petite opponent would retreat and bounce off the ropes. Underestimating Maddie due to her diminutive size and now decidedly less adorable features had taken it's toll on her...the heiress now officially over how cute this contemptible bantam was...

In a rush of adrenaline fueled momentum once Maddie was halfway across the ring, Gwen would spring off her knee and pedal her legs in mid-air briefly before aiming a horrendously stiff bicycle kick square into her darling face.

Stomping her boot onto the canvas after having it's treads plastered across Maddie's face, Gwendolyn stood tall and stared straight ahead with a feral glint in her eyes into the stunned silent audience. The heiress panting heavily and not even sparing Maddie the faintest glimpse behind her to make sure her wretched cur of an opponent was truly incapacitated. The supremely satisfying feel of the thunderous kick and the wincing look in the audiences eyes were all the confirmation she needed.

"Mmm..." Eventually Gwen would spin in place and approach her floored and diminutive opponent, licking her lips from the myriad of lovely possibilities at her disposal. She approached Maddie from her legs and bend down to grasp her ankles, lifting them up high and spreading them into a wide "V" shape. "In actuality, I know precisely how to make your face utterly enrapturing~..." Gwen cooed down at Maddie with a sinful longing in her tone, all before leaping up remarkably high and squashing her knee directly onto Maddie's most sensitive of spots.