Asuka Kotori vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt: III - Mad Mud Match

Sheer, undaunted resilience in the face of adversity was one specific attribute that only the most dignified of nobility shared, though those of a more lower-class upbringing, like her pig-tailed opponent, may only see it as simple prideful arrogance. But it was that same very characteristic that provided Gwendolyn the determination to persevere and undo Asuka's shoulder-wrenching submission before it could do any long-lasting damage by nimbly balancing herself to her feet. The referee recognizing the unorthodox pin attempt and forcing her raven-haired adversary to unfurl her legs and have Gwendolyn rolling to the side.

"Nor do I...believe it to be in yours, Madam Pig-Tails. Such is what makes you a worthy adversary~..." Gwendolyn uttered with a flinching smirk while ascending back to her feet, rotating her arms to get the kinks out of her shoulders. The smug aristocrat now sporting the same muddied coating as her former baggage handler as she began re-approaching the falcon with her arms extended for an attempted up close and personal lock-up, her abundant chest brushing up Asuka's bust in the pushing process.

The Red Falcon rose up towards her feet and would bring her arms up to get ready for the blond aristocrat, as the raven haired fighter would look to meet her rival, as they both shared a little bit of praise for each other, before they locked then stepped forward and locked up.

Tight, fit, mud covered bodies brushed against one another as Asuka and Gwendolyn were locked in a collar and elbow tie up. It would be the Red Falcon who would start to try and gain the advantage as she would try and shift around. Aiming to slip out of the lock up and try to slide in behind Gwendolyn, where she would try and wrap her arms around that waist, pushing her groin against the rear of Gwendolyn. Trying to lock in a tight waist lock, while she'd press her rack against Gwendolyn's back.

Shimmering sunlight beamed down upon the mud-drenched ring and the decidedly raunchy contest being battled within. Preliminary offers of respect having been exchanged between the steadfast rivals as they locked horns with one another, their supple and mud-slathered frames compressing against eachother until Asuka's agility enabled her to nimbly duck behind the prim socialite.

"Tch...slippery devil..." Gwendolyn muttered out from having allowed Asuka to slip free from her clutches, an unfortunate side-effect of her twin-tailed adversary baking caked head to toe in the muddied waters. Her own instincts barely enabling her to clamp onto both of Asuka's wrists before they interlocked around her slim waist to keep them apart, her flinching visage having a reddish tint from how closely her rival was pressing against her from behind. Though this nudging softness did give her an idea, the heiress using their close proximity to more seamlessly reverse their positions with Gwendolyn attempting to dash behind Asuka.

Gwendolyn's own waist-lock is one to normally be dreaded. Especially considering her suplexing capabilities in this position should she securely manage to interlock her hands together. The subtle rubbing of her crotch against Asuka's curvy rump, and her royal breasts massaging against Asuka's spine providing the twin-tailed falcon with the same distractions her posh adversary felt...

Asuka tightened her waist lock but the hands of her rival was already there fighting against her hold, preventing the Japanese/American from being able to keep it locked in fully and it also allowed the blond to fight her way free from the hold, able to slip free from her clutches and instead slip in behind the raven haired fighter, her arms wrapping firmly around the waist of the raven haired woman as her shapely rear felt the sensation of Gwendolyn's crotch pressing against it.

The whisk of Gwendolyn's hot breath against her shoulder and neck, followed by the bouncy feeling of those great tits of her rival. Asuka was forced to moan out a bit in pain, her hands seeking to grab onto Gwendolyn's wrists and start to force them off of her, looking to break her rival's waist lock.

The red falcon would the seek to turn around, looking to and take both hands to hold onto Gwendolyn's right wrist and hand, attempting to start to twist that arm and force the blond into a wrist lock clutch, looking to force Gwendolyn downwards while wrenching on that arm, trying to force the Imperial Rose to be dirtied by mud yet again.

The accursed mud was beginning to make its slippery presence prominent, the heiress struggling to affirm a cinched in waist lock in spite of Asuka's struggles and the thin coating of mud slathered across both of there curvaceous frames. Although it did enable Gwendolyn to squirm her way free of her raven-haired rival's grasp earlier, it was now working against her after having reversed their positioning. Asuka perhaps knowing the imminent danger she was in should Gwendolyn affix her arms together, the heiress' German suplexs' being infamous for their precise implementation and head rattling repercussions.

Asuka having upended those plans by attempting to clamp onto Gwen's right arm after turning herself in place so she was now facing the Imperial blueblood. Gwendolyn, foreseeing a need to improvise, would immediately step forward while interlocking her hands behind the slim waist of her former baggage handler to hug them close together. The gentle nudging of their crotches and massaging compression of their mud-slathered bikinied breasts was a distraction giving Gwen cause to flinch with a blushing pant, all before bucking her hips while twisting to the side for an attempted belly-to-belly suplex into the muddied waters.

Asuka managed to turn herself around and get up face to face with Gwendolyn instead, however she wasn't exactly able to do as she pleased from that point, as the generously chested blond rival of hers seemed to have anticipated herp lans, stepping forward and pressing her generous rack against the raven haired woman's slightly more modest rack.

To her surprise those arms would squeeze her waist for but a moment, before she was lifted up off of her feet and then throw harshly into the mud with that belly to belly suplex instead. " Uuuuft!!" Asuka yelped out in surprise, there was a splash of mud around her as she was slammed down, a faint blush under her mud covered face as she was starting to be a bit embarrassed over this close contact, especially added with the slippery goop that they were wrestling in...

Gwendolyn deftly countered Asuka's arm wrenching maneuver just as her raven-haired rival had blocked her own German Suplex attempt, the masterful counters of each-other's motions being further evidence of the ardent rival's by now instinctual familiarity with other's moveset. Though the majority of the cheering rabble by the beach-side were far from interested in the wrestling acumen of the bikinied beauties taking a resounding splash into the muddied sludge together.

The snobbish aristocrat weighing her curvaceous physique upon Asuka from head to toe in a bit of a bewildered daze herself, at least until she started shuffling upward and recognizing through her wincing vision this faintly nostalgic position. Gwendolyn than promptly pinning down both Asuka's wrists above her head with both of her hands, a snooty sneer on her mud slathered face that was also masking the slight reddening on her cheeks.

"Considering the infrequency of our bouts, I believe it's only prudent that I enact due vengeance against my raven-haired adversary whilst I still have the chance. In particular, a fair bit of fun who had at my expense during our first match. If you fail to remember, never fear. You will in but a moment~..." Gwen said in her posh, high class vocals before leaning forward and wedging Asuka's face into the sumptuousness softness of the regal aristocrat's full breasts.

Slammed down into the mud with that belly to belly suplex of the buxom Gwendolyn, the young raven haired fighter was left grunted underneath her blond rival, she wiggled and struggled as she felt those hands of her foe clasp at her wrists  and shortly enough she was firmly pinned down!

Hands at each side of her head as she glared up at Gwendolyn through a mud covered face. She growled out in frustration when she heard the words of her arch-rival. Shaking her head as she knew what was coming, she soon enough got a facefull of well-shaped orbs covering her face.

"Mmmph!!" Asuka cried out into those large breasts as she would shake her head, inadvertently motor-boating those muddy mounds of her aristocratic rival. Her legs slipping and kicking around in the mud underneath Gwendolyn, struggling and shifting around as much as she could.

Whoever coined the term about revenge being a meal best served at subarctic temperatures simply could not have been more truthful in regards to that certain subject. Gwendolyn having committed to memory every single solitary second of her debut match against her raven-haired rival, though she always imagined enacting due vengeance for one particularly debasing maneuver that Madam Kotori was now on the unlucky, perhaps lucky, receiving end of.

"Hmm~...A-Ah...O-Oh my, I do believe I'm seeing the appeal in engaging in so tactless a display~..." Gwendolyn primly cooed with a brimming blush from the soothing vibrations and jiggling bounce felt from Asuka's enraged flailing, the stifling smother reestablishing dominance with the snobbish blueblood impressing her clear superiority once more. Those at ringside airing their own hooting approval, but for reasons far less vengeance fueled than the heiress'.

"Although you simply must admit that I am particularly more...well-endowed, for this delightful technique~..." A salacious smirk brightening up Gwen's posh visage as she arched forward to further nestle Asuka's grumbling face betwixt her royal breasts, attempting to ride out her rival's resistance by bucking her voluptuous hips downward and pressing their mud slathered frames closer together.

Asuka would writhe and struggle underneath the buxom Gwendolyn, turning and twisting what little she could as she would struggle and squirm, she shook her head what little she could between the confines of those generous breasts, she struggled and squirmed as Gwendolyn started to talk about how she was understand why some people performed breast smothers, an act that caused Asuka to hiss out between those orbs.

Hearing Gwendolyn's cocky remark caused Asuka to grit her teeth, she would struggle and kick out as she did her best to try and buck up and force Gwendolyn off of her, trying to kick free from Gwendolyn's smother as she aimed to push her rival off and quickly roll away to the side to pant and gather her breath back, a clear blush on her cheeks, only hidden by the mud covering her face.