Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Yuki Onna

Yuki Onna could tell that the match was going in her favor, and the cheering from her crowd made the blue-haired heiress to feel pumped up. Planning to continue with her momentum, Yuki would bend down in order to yank Gwendolyn up to her feet in order to put her in a front headlock, trapping her head under her armpit. She would make sure to keep her opponent in place so that she could move on to her next move, in which she would attempt to weaken Gwendolyn even further.

She knew that Gwendolyn was a dangerous opponent to deal with, so she would make sure to not break her momentum, or else this cunning heiress would capitalize on any chance that might have presented itself, and Yuki would like to avoid that from happening.

Giving Gwendolyn's head one last jerk, Yuki would drop herself down onto the mat into a sitting position before attempting to drive Gwendolyn's beautiful face right into her padded knee, going for a Facebreaker DDT. It usually wasn't what she would use as a finisher, but it was an impactful move which could tell her opponent that she wasn't one to be trifled with. She was planning to stun the heiress by targeting her padded knee into Gwendolyn's forehead with a sharp blow. The crowd would cheer, supporting the quiet blue-haired heiress after seeing her dealing punishment after punishment upon the reviled Gwendolyn!

Being practically Judo thrown out of her exorbitantly priced wrestling boots and having a driving elbow spiked into her slim abdomen was a jarring enough experience to have Gwendolyn perhaps rethink underestimating the confounded waif before her. The reviled heiress wheezing haggardly from the dual assault after shuffling to her side, still cradling her stomach until she started feeling cognizant enough to begin rising back up to her feet. An ascent that was halted midway by having her golden curled head unceremoniously stuffed into the snug confines of Yuki's armpit.

"D-Damnable wretch-" Muttering unfavorable comments while being suddenly hauled back up under her opponent's will and not her own, Gwendolyn flinched and tugged at Yuki's arm for any relief in the stifling constriction. But she was ultimately complacent before being promptly dropped downward onto her own bent knees and into the Facebreaker DDT.

Repelling backward after having her lavishly beautified visage brutally slammed into her adversaries waiting knee, Gwendolyn instantly whiplashed onto her back with her extravagant curls fluttering wildly in the breeze. The haughty blueblood now shielding her cringing face with both of her clenching gloved hands while one of her boots began stomping repeatedly against the canvas. Dazed, rattled, and still completely at the mercy of the cerulean-haired heiress bringing more of a fight to the wealthy Tag champ than herself or most in attendance could have predicted.

Seeing that she managed to hurt her opponent quite a bit with the Facebreaker DDT, Yuki Onna would stand over Gwendolyn's downed form before she proceeded to bend down in order to pick the arrogant heiress back to her feet by yanking on her head quite forcefully and roughly, knowing that her opponent would give no quarter if she were in the same position as Yuki. Her red eyes would look into Gwendolyn's eyes, her gaze as cold as her namesake before she attempted to weaken her opponent by driving her knee into Gwendolyn's firm belly.

There was no malice in those red eyes, no hatred. All Yuki showed was her stone cold determination in overcoming an adversary such as Gwendolyn. After striking the heiress' stomach with her knee, she would look at a corner and she came up with a plan. In order to bring that idea to fruition, Yuki would attempt to drag her opponent towards the corner with the intention of slamming Gwendolyn's head into the steel post. It was hardly an elegant move, and one might seen it as a tad ruthless, but Yuki knew how effective it was after getting one while fighting Spring Tiger some time ago.

Yuki knew that if she kept this up, she would eventually emerge victorious, and winning over someone like Gwendolyn would be a great accomplishment that could bring her name into a new height. Even so, she did not consider the idea that her opponent might be able to slip free from her hold as she attempted to drag her towards the corner.

A promising beginning and step in the right direction for Gwendolyn towards the beginning of the match had by now officially degraded into a downward slide. Yuki's infuriatingly precise strikes and takedowns serving not to so much inflict outright damage as instead have Gwen reeling and in a nigh constant state of disorientation, one that consistently left her wide open to be subjected to more of the same bewildering offense. The stinging sensation in her scalp from being roughly handled back to her feet having Gwen gnash her teeth while pawing at Yuki's legs and waist for a grip to steady her shaky ascent.

Yuki's emotionless stare being returned with one of polar opposite contrast, a seething and loathing glare in Gwen's hazel eyes being sharply redirected towards the impudent rookie before plowing her knee into Gwen's once again targeted midsection. Gwendolyn sharply jerked from the impact and lurched forward with a muttering groan after once again having the wind taken out of her sails by the brash upstart. Throngs of audience members now beginning to rally behind the introverted newcomers unforeseen domination of the match so far, and one that Gwendolyn was now primed to put an end to once she glanced up and noticed just where she was being forcefully escorted to.

Yuki's attempt to reacquaint Gwen's pristine face with the steel post being stopped dead in it's tracks by the heiress' leg stomping onto the middle turnbuckle. A stop in the action that would allow Gwen the time to strike the point of her elbow directly into Yuki's nose before than wrapping that same arm around the Japanese waif's head. With Yuki's chin situated on Gwen's bicep and her own leg still angled onto the middle turnbuckle, Gwen would than push herself off the steel post to elegantly flip herself backwards and slam the back of Yuki's head into the canvas in an attempted Asai DDT!!

Yuki did not factor the fact that Gwendolyn could reverse her move by planting her foot on the turnbuckle, stopping Yuki's attempt to slam the proud heiress' head into the steel post. Yuki attempted to change tactic by sweeping Gwendolyn's feet, but before she could accomplish that, she ended up taking an elbow into her face. "Hrgh!" It stunned her, which was enough for Gwendolyn to move on to her next move by flipping herself backwards while putting her in a headlock, using the second turnbuckle as a leverage, slamming Yuki's head into thr mat with an Asai DDT!

On the mat, Yuki would writhe and groan, her head throbbing from the impact. She would try to roll over to her side, but at this rate, there was nothing she could do to defend herself!

Breathtakingly elegant in it's application and utterly devastating in it's aftermath, Gwen's last ditch counter was a sight to behold in it's execution as the uncouth masses gawked at the agile spectacle unfolding before them. All before it ended with Gwen landing on her pert backside and Yuki landing, less favorably, on the back of her cerulean-haired head with a brutally jarring impact. Gwendolyn having succeeded in finally ending the impertinent upstarts nigh constant flow of momentum as she remained seated on the canvas for several seconds while she breathed slowly and lightly shook her head to help straighten her own vision from the dizzying backward flip.

But simply peering downwards towards the writhing newcomer beside her rekindled her desire for retribution, the heiress than narrowing her eyes before clenching onto Yuki's locks with the same steely grip she had kindly offered Gwen before hauling them both back upwards. The same grip that led to Gwen applying an assertive side headlock while gnashing her teeth and focusing her irate attention on the turnbuckle ahead that Yuki had very nearly bashed Gwen's immaculate face into.

The prideful heiress not thinking another second longer before taking off into a dashing sprint, Gwen's golden curls fluttering in the breeze with Yuki still in tow behind her and hunched over. Once nearing the corner ringpost, she planned to nimbly leap between the ropes to land feet first on the apron outside and brutally slam Yuki's face into the middle turnbuckle for an improvised running bulldog!!

Groaning in pain after getting the back of her head driven into the mat by her arrogant opponent, Yuki Onna could offer no resistance as Gwendolyn picked her up and put her in a side headlock, and due to the position she was in, she was incapable of seeing what the pompous aristocrat was planning for her.

Then, Gwendolyn made her move, bringing the blue-haired heiress with her as she sprinted over to the turnbuckle. Yuki had no choice but to go along as her head was still trapped in the side headlock, in which she was still incapable to escape from due to the throbbing headache she's currrently experiencing. Whatever the blonde heiress was planning for her, she was certain that it would be something terrible.

Sure enough, Yuki ended up getting her face slammed into the middle turnbuckle by Gwendolyn's improvised running bulldog. It was such a brutal collision that Yuki was lucky that she didn't break her nose upon hitting the turnbuckle. Still, it was so painful that the backlash after the collision wasn't as bad as the impact. "Nngh... augh..." Yuki brought her hand to her face, moaning in pain as she laid sprawled on the mat near the corner, her strength sapped away due to the intense pain.

After implanting the demure heiress' face squarely into the middle turnbuckle, Gwen would land safely on the middle rope beside the still reverberating ringpost. The pompous blueblood remaining seated atop the still vibrating rope for several seconds with her arms dangling loosely over the top rope. A smug and malicious smirk on her face that was intently directed towards the nearby ringside audience now booing Gwendolyn's turn of fortune. One that she intended to continue to capitalize on as she fancifully spun in place and reentered the ring.

Gwendolyn further admired her handiwork now that she was gazing directly overhead the impudent rookie who was now shielding her grimacing face. The heiress feeling a modicum of retribution after having had her own posh face brutally slammed into Yuki's knee before very nearly having it smashed into a thinly padded turnbuckle. Gwendolyn than deciding to continue her just retribution by bending down to yank Yuki's hand away by her wrist and seemingly use that grip to begin hoisting her upward, before Gwen would raise her smooth leg up to introduce Yuki's face with the stinging treads underneath her pristine white boot. Gwen releasing her grip on her wrist before brutally stomping down and gleefully grinding her boot into the blue-haired heiress' face.

"A valiant effort, I must say...but it pains me to inform you that in the end, you'll be as summarily forgotten as the countless other bland, banal, and utterly talent-less neophyte's that crowd these hallways~..." Gwendolyn sneered before punctuating her disparaging remarks by stomping down to the canvas and scraping Yuki's face in the process.

Still lying on the mat, groaning in pain as she attempted to rub the spot where she hit the padded turnbuckle earlier, Yuki couldn't muster any effort to resist getting her arm yanked away by her wrist as she was hoisted upward before her demure face was introduced to the sole of Gwendolyn's boot, causing to cry out as she had to suffer the indignity of having her beautiful visage being stomped by her arrogant adversary. "Aaahh!" Not only that it hurt, it was also very demeaning to be treated in such a way.

Not only that she had to suffer such humiliation of getting her face grinded under Gwendolyn's boot, she also had to listen to her insulting remarks. "Nngh... n-no..." She was aware of her own shortcomings as she had learned of what some of the crowd would thought of her as a wrestler. Besides her in-ring talent, there was nothing worthwhile about her at all. She was called dull and charmless, and Gwendolyn's disparaging remarks did little to make Yuki believe otherwise.

And then, the arrogant blueblood stomped her boot down to the canvas, scraping her face in the process. "Ngyahh!!" Yuki cried out in pain. She closed her eyes shut, trying to stop her tears from escaping as she remained on the mat, writhing and groaning in pain.

Wincing audience members let their sympathetic groans be heard as the smug heiress continued to delightedly rub both her advantage and her marble white boot into the blue-haired heiress' wincing face. Having Yuki squirming quite pathetically was a distinct pleasure that Gwen greatly appreciated, especially considering that mere moments ago this cerulean-haired waif dared to make a mockery out of her early on in the match. Those memories still fresh in Gwen's mind as she delightedly twisted her ankle left and right into Yuki's abused face that culminated with a stomping foot scrape.

Gwen stumbled forward a step after having briefly lost her sense of balance, but was quick to right herself and stand tall once more. A casual stride to her step as she waltzed back towards the whimpering Japanese waif, now encircling her squirming prey with a coy smirk while breathing steadily. Gwen's lackadaisical approach born from a desire to rest up from the lingering aches of Yuki's pummeling strikes and jarring throws from before, though there was another reason for Gwen's reserved approach.

After allowing Yuki to ascend to her hands and knees, a firm grip would be felt bearing down on her petite waist. Gwendolyn applying a clinching waistlock and fiercely latching herself onto Yuki from behind, her soft chest compressing against her back along with some heated pants against her shoulders. Once on her feet however, Gwen would buck her toned hips and abruptly hoist Yuki backwards for a picturesque German Suplex attempt. The posh blueblood balancing herself on her tip toes to bridge the suplex into a pinfall attempt as well, with the referee sounding off immediately after falling to the canvas!!

"One!"