[FWC] Great Britain vs. Japan: Gwendolyn vs. Asuka

Needless to say the match was starting to lose all semblance of the one-sided trouncing Gwendolyn had expected to mete out to this meddling fashion model, devolving to an unbelievably embarrassing affair that Gwen was regretting ever agreeing to in the first place. All her taunts and playful behavior had igniting and fueled Asuka's burning desire to take apart the poor heiress, but how was she supposed to know her raven haired opponent was this strong and would take one or two playful jabs so seriously?

Seeing no blood on her hands reassured her that the marks from the humiliating slaps at least didn't break skin, sighing in relief at having one less thing to worry about. While crawling towards the ropes The Imperial Rose not only sought them out to distance herself from this madwoman, but on the way was briefly considering leaving the ring and taking the loss by count out, knowing how dire her situation was becoming when the prospect of admitting Asuka's superiority was becoming somewhat.*NO!! I refuse to admit ANYTHING of the sort to this demon!! NEVER!!*, Gwen thought to herself, but her conviction would soon be tested.

Yelping out loud with her eyes wide open in dread, the heiress would practically leave scratch marks on the mat as she was dragged back towards the middle of the ring. The feel of Asuka's curvy butt was becoming all too familiar to poor Gwendolyn, feeling it pressed down on her lower back once again making her immobile while Asuka crossed her own arms against her neck in the excruciating hold. Gasping for air with her eyes shut tight, Gwen could only shake her head violently in refusal when the ref asked for her submission. Gwen despised being berated like this and made to look like a fool by the falcon, but in this helpless position all she could do was squirm and moan weakly in the submission.

"A...A..suka.."

Asuka had to admit that Gwendolyn had really started to get on her nerves...thinking that she could give the Red Falcon any form of trouncing or beating...even a lesson ? That was a preposterous idea to the young Kotori girl. She found herself quite annoyed at the antics and the way that the blond heiress seemed to think that she could simply try and humiliate her.

However, there was something that had bugged Asuka bit so far in this match. While she hadn't expected it to be completely one-sided as she didn't think someone like Gwendolyn would go into this match without knowing at leasts somewhat what she was doing. Though, Asuka had not thought that she would have had this much trouble with the blond and that she would have to suffer such humiliating treatment more than well...anytime at all.

Needless to say, The Red falcon had found that The Imperial rose wasn't as weak as she had thought before the match had started. That's not to say that she'd been one upped by Gwendolyn had been all because she had been taken by surprise. Far from it, as Asuka had gone into this match as serious as most and still had a bit of a hard time against Gwen from time to time.

Though now she was in control over the blue clad rival of hers, with which she would try and take full advantage of. As she pulled back on the straight jacket submission hold in order to try and weaken and hurt Gwendolyn as much as she could. " Yes Gwendolyn-san ?" Asuka would let out in a cocky and teasing tone as she heard the Imperial rose mention her name, only cause Asuka to rub her butt down a bit on the back of Gwendolyn and pulling back a bit more in the Straight Jacket submission hold.

With Gwendolyn in her most vulnerable situation yet, the audience erupted in cheers for the Red Falcon to finally claim victory over the Imperial Rose. With her own arms constricting her airway and draining her life more and more, all Gwen could see through her increasingly hazy vision was the wild cheering for the hometown hero and bright flashes of light from cameras sparkling throughout the stadium catching what may the end of the dynamic matchup. Breathing out less and less with seemingly no way to escape the increasingly draining hold, Gwen's head would start to sag forward in exhaustion, moaning out slightly with each rub of Asuka's curvy rear on her sore back. Her enormous pride would start to ease from her weakening thought process, with the threat of further torment in this hold scaring into contemplating the unthinkable...

"I...(unintelligible)" Whatever the heiress meant to say at that moment was rendered incomprehensible by the uproar in the crowd over events transpiring in the farthest corner of the ring away from them. Apparently a member of Gwen's entourage had seen enough of seeing their generous employeer being womanhandled by Asuka, and had taken it upon herself to intervene by climbing upon the apron. Before she could enter the ring the referee would abandon her current duties and rush to that side of the ring to chastise the Primol employee and make sure no one interfered with the match, though the scene was getting out of hand with more of Gwen's posse climbing onto the apron, at the moment looking to be more than the unfortunate ref-girl could handle...

With a confident smirk upon her face Asuka tried to ease up a bit on the hold to let Gwen speak what ever she wanted to say, though she didn't ease up too much...only a very slight amount. In her mind, the Red Falcon had uprooted the Imperial rose and broken her, this was the time for the blond buxom beauty who had tried to humiliate and dominate the beautiful raven haired girl, had finally reached her breaking point and wanted to surrender this match. Which made Asuka feel very cocky and confident, she wanted to hear Gwendolyn say those words of submissiveness.

However, the crowd seemed to drown out those words which Gwendolyn spoke out, which annoyed Asuka quite a bit. She turned to look on at the red to see if she heard anything...but! Where was the ref ? She had left the side of the two beautiful girl's who were locked into this match, with the Red Falcon having the beautiful blue imperial rose trapped within her talons. Asuka's hold eased up a bit more, her head turned around as she looked around the ring. Then she saw where the ref was, who was dealing with Gwen's entourage...What ? Asuka got pretty pissed that these girl's, the fillers who simply acted as Gwendolyn's posse had the nerve to interrupt their match!

Asuka decided that she was not gonna teach them a thing or two. Her anger getting the better of her, as the red clad beauty moved up to her feet and stepped of and away from Gwendolyn, thinking that the Imperial rose was finally finished and that she was ready to surrender at any time. With that in her mind, and anger boiling, causing Asuka to fume as she would start to head up towards the ref and the posse. " What the hell do you mongrels think you are doing ?!" Asuka shouted out to the girl's as she would attempt and head up to push down one or two of them from the ring apron.

The dainty aristocrat indeed had more than enough of this match at this point, her heaving chest dripping sweat onto the mat while Asuka eased up on the submission to allow Gwen to speak more clearly in this embarrassing hold. With her mind a dizzying haze of bright lights, foggy memories, and constricting pain around her neck, back, and arms, whether or not Gwendolyn truly intended to verbally submit may be a question never answered as she was summarily dropped like a sack of potatoes onto her chest, moaning out incomprehensibly as Asuka lifted herself off the heiress to help the ref contend with Gwen's interfering entourage members.

Laid flat against the mat in a miserable slump breathing heavy pants into the mat, seconds passed before Gwen started struggling to get to her hands and knees, brief flashes of Asuka's cocky grin replaying through her mind and fueling her adrenaline filled struggles for revenge. The higher she rose the angrier she got, thinking of all the indignities she suffered in this match and even beforehand when they first met, grinding her teeth with dilated pupils giving her an almost devilish demeanor. Rising up straight on shaking legs with both fists at her sides shaking in rage, the roar of the crowd trying to warn Asuka would be easily mistaken for the same uproar over the interference at ringside. Approaching the distracted falcon methodically with evil intent written all over face, Gwen stopped just short of a few feet of her opponent, crouching in preparation for her next attack with her cute blue clad derriere curving out for the audience to ogle. A toothy malicious grin showcasing her eagerness for Asuka to turn around, one hand even extended with her index finger coiling back and forth.

At the slightest hint of Asuka turning her attention away from ringside and retreating back towards the heiress, Gwen would perform a fast paced and supremely elegant ballerina spin in place once to wind up her super kick finisher, Colère de Dieu, aiming square for the jaw on that smug face of hers!!

"HYAHH!!!"

The Japanese beauty was particularly ticked off at the moment, as in her mind this was the reason why Gwendolyn had brought along this posse of hers. To mess up their match and turn the situation to her favor when she was getting to dominated. Well...Asuka wasn't gonna have any of that shit in her match! There was no way she was letting this 'crew' of the Imperial rose to take away from her sure fire victory over this impudent heiress.

For that reason the beautiful Red Falcon was on the posse like a hawk...or a FALCON! As she decided that if the ref couldn't handle them, she would. With the girl's climbing and crawling up onto the ring apron, the model would push them down, shouting out those words to the girls to try and get it into their skull that there was nothing they could do about this. Asuka was not gonna let these girl's mess up her chance to teach this cocky and demeaning Rose a lesson or two. She was gonna uproot that flower with her razor sharp talons and let the blond whither within her grip.

As she finally seemed to have gotten all the girls of Gwendolyn's entourage to back off and stay down, with little to no help from the Ref-girl. " Kutabare Baka-tachiga!" Asuka shouted out in her native tongue to the girls, insulting them a bit because of the anger from them interrupting this match had gotten her a bit more fired up. " Taku...hena koitsuda..." Asuka let out as she tried to cool herself off a bit, still sounding angry just not as fired up. She knew that it was dangerous to go in too wild when she went back to take care of Gwen and that she needed a level head.

Asuka finally started to turn around, the crowd still as wild and inaudible as ever. It was clear that they were displeased about something...but what ? As the beautiful raven haired model turned around her blue green eyes caught a glimpse of something she didn't expect to see. "Uso..datto ?..." She was able to let out, once again in her native tongue. That was however all she managed to let out and do for a matter of fact. The vision she saw was Gwendolyn spinning around and the beautiful blond with a sleek and skilled movement spun around and brought her leg up right into head height on Asuka. The White boot of the the Imperial rose struck home right against the side of Asuka's head and face, smacking right up against her ear and cheek. The body of the beautiful Japanese girl went limp in her standing position after the kick struck home and the soon crashed down onto her side, her eyes were half open and the expression of her face was that of a someone was about to just pass out, her mouth was half open and slowly gasping a bit for air.

The darkened stadium would light like the fourth of July with a cascade of camera flashes sparkling and illuminating the night sky to catch the thunderous impact to the side of the Red Falcon's cranium, the stunning thud sound of the supremely graceful high kick seemingly echoing all the way back to the parking lot. The astonished crowd winced in reflex to the sight of Gwen's finisher, the majority of the people in attendance reacting with a collective "OOH!!" at the sight of their hometown hero getting her lights knocked out. Gwen herself would crumble to her knees after completing her savage pirouette, breathing out heavy pants with her hands on her curvy hips. The heiress's lifetime of ballet and acrobatic training had gifted her with steel toned leg muscles, so with enough force and perfect accuracy the impact of her kick could send nearly any wrestler for an extended make out session with the mat.

Opening her weary eyes to gaze upon her knocked silly prey, Gwendolyns pupils would widen with sadistic glee at the realization that she could wrap this match up and achieve sweet victory over her nemesis, giving her a certain high no drug could match. Her heart beat a mile a minute as she started crawling predatorily towards the fallen crimson warrior, seductively swaying her hips left and right with nothing but malevolent thoughts running through her head about how to take advantage of this most opportune moment. Once Asuka was pushed on her back the heiress would lay her immaculate body tightly over the fallens falcons prone form, breast to breast, mound to mound waiting for the ref to start the inevitable 1-2-3. Cooing softly at the arousing sensations this rubbing was gifting the Imperial Rose with, Gwen realized she wanted nothing more than to relish this moment for as long as possible.

Just before the ref hand would slam down the 3 count, Gwen arched back and yanked Asuka's near unconscious head up off the mat and pressed it snuggly into her own heaving breasts with both arms wrapped behind her. Gwen looked left and right over the booing audience with a sadistic grin, waving her finger in a "Nonono" fashion to signify the heiress had come up with a more fitting way to end this match and hammer in the message of how Asuka was truly beneath her. Rejuvenated by this turn of events, Gwen stood tall with Asuka in tow and dragged her into the nearest corner. A chorus of boos would reign over the stadium as Gwen would attempt to set up her hopefully final maneuver, Sa Majeste, hooking Asuka's legs over the middle ropes before climbing over the Red Falcon and using her beautiful model face as the heiress' new throne. One of her gloved hands would rest on the back of her head as she leaned back to pose seductively for the enraged audience, further pressing her sweaty backside into Asuka's face, waiting for an inevitable K.O. or submission from her near unconscious opponent.

"Merci, Merci!!~"

Asuka groaned in pain and confusion as she laid on her front, being nearly knocked out...her world wasn't completly dark though as she was pretty out cold, but in a far worse state for the proud Red Falcon. In a state where she was half way concious and unable to do anything in order to change her predicament. The crowd was roaring wildly for the hometown hero to get up...but the only thought that ran through Asuka's head was something along the lines of it being an impossibility for her to do so.

When her blue clad foe moved up to her side and rolled the raven haired beauty over onto her side another groan was released from her lips. She was literally not able to do anything else than be a groaning and moaning ragdoll at this point. The powerful kick of Gwendolyn had done it's job perfectly and so had the girl's posse to provide her with the chance to pull such a move off. The blond heiress body soon laid itself down upon the sexy Asuka in a very sensual looking pin, as she laid herself down flat on top of the beauty, breast to breast and mound to mound. With Gwen's breasts thanks to gravity and the weight of the girl pushing down Asuka's tits and flatening them a bit, which released another groan and a hint of a slight moan and a faintest hint of a blush on the beautiful Japanese girl's cheeks.

However, when the third count was about to come around the Imperial Rose arched her back up and pulled Asuka's lovely face up right into the breasts of the girl, lifting her shoulders off the mat and breaking the pin before the ref could finish the count and declare the blue clad girl the winner. Asuka's blush deepened a bit as her face was pretty much being mushed up against Gwendolyn's buxom breasts.

Soon enough the blond beauty pushed herself up with Asuka's face still buried in between Gwendolyn's magnificent breasts...they were almost like a soft pillow for what could be considered a half asleep girl. Pulling the raven haired beauty off towards he corner and hooking her legs up onto the middle ropes and seating the red clad wrestles perfect rear down on the middle turnbuckle. Asuka's eyes opened half way and through a blurry vision she could see Gwendolyn readying for something as the girl was climbing up onto the ropes, before Asuka could even manage to get out a single sound the blond rival of hers seated her shapley rear down upon the face of the beautiful Red falcon. The back of Asuka's head was leaning back against the top turnbuckle as it was being pressed down in a painful manner by Gwendolyn's weight as well as she was being smothered by the beauty. The sensation of Gwendolyn's butt on her face caused Asuka's arms and legs to struggles around weakly...wiggling around a bit in her trapped predicament. The crowd was raging at Gwendolyn's treatment of their hometown hero, but even they couldn't deny the sensual and sexual sight of Gwendolyn's dominant facesit smother of Asuka.

After a few seconds more had passed, the limbs and body of the Red Falcon had stopped moving and with that the ref girl moved in and raised Asuka's arm into the air. Letting it go and seeing it fall down she repeated the process two more times and with it came the declaration from the ref that Asuka had passed out. She called for the bell to ring and for Gwendolyn to be called as the winner of this match as Asuka had fallen unconciouss.

With the sound of the bell signaling Gwendolyn as the winner of the match came a wave of sheer relief and euphoria that washed over the heiress, arching her back on her comfortable throne with one hand on the back of her head with her golden locks hanging behind her in a picturesque pose. The fervent booing of the audience almost drowned out Gwen's own illustrious theme song, the crowd upset not only at seeing their hometown hero losing to such an embarrassing smother knockout, but also that the heiress victory wouldn't have been possible without some well-timed interference by her ringside cohorts. Though nothing could spoil Gwendolyn's mood right now, her moment of supreme victory over this lowly fashion model establishing the heiress as the superior beauty and combatant.

Reveling in the audience hatred for her as long as possible, Gwen playfully responded with an exaggerated wave to the people before finally dismounting poor Asuka and stumbling forward slightly thankfully being caught and stood upright by her entourage who had by now entered the ring with water, towels, and words of adulation for their employer. From high flying antics to submissions to weight jokes, this match exhausted the heiress to the point she needed help standing on her own two feet, though she still had the energy for one last crucial detail that Gwendolyn was looking forward to even more than a hot shower. Striding back to her ragdoll opponent with a diabolical grin on her face, Gwen unhooked her legs and placed Asuka in a side headlock before escorting her unconscious prey out of the corner.

Snuggling up Asuka's reddened cheek to the side of her breast with a tight wrenching of her hold, Gwen proudly displayed the fallen falcons pitiable state by dragging her to the middle of the ring and forcefully dropping her unceremoniously face down to the mat. "Wakey, Wakey dear Asuka...the night's not quite complete until we address one little manner of business~" Gwen would teasingly rub the tip of her boot into the fallen falcons cheek in hopes of coaxing her out of her slumber. Though once it was clear that more drastic measures were needed, Gwen snatched a water bottle from one of her entourage members behind her and started pouring water on Asukas face until the feeling of drowning brought her back to life.

The crowd were certainly not happy with Gwendolyn, not only for the fact that in their eyes the Imperial rose had practically cheated in order to get her win, not only for the fact that she was gloating and humiliating the young beautiful model, but she also seemed to be acting overly smug and prideful with her victory. She had gone through a pin nearly all the way, the smothered the beautiful Asuka out in a humiliating finisher of the Imperial Rose. Asuka's thought on the entire matter was...well...nothing at the time, because she was knocked out cold by Gwendolyn's powerful kick and the humiliating finisher which had left the raven haired beauty limp and lifeless.

The Imperial rose soon enough moved off of the Red Falcon, untangled her from the ropes and then took a hold of her head and pushed it into a side headlock. The crowd booed and screamed out in displeasure over what Gwendolyn was doing as she was basically dragging Asuka towards the center of the ring as the Red Falcon's legs half awakely dragged along the mat. A slight blush appeared on Asuka's face from the sensation of having her face be snuggled up against Gwen's generous bosom. Before she was unceremoniously dropped down onto the mat with her limp and near life-less body smacking down onto the mat. One cheek pressed down against the mat as Gwen's foot was soon pushed down upon her cheek and grinding down upon Asuka's beautiful model face.

A light groan escaped the red clad wrestler as she wasn't really waking up, but it was clear that she was at least responding to the grinding which Gwendolyn was doing. However with the next thing that The Imperial Rose did certainly woke Asuka up. Water was poured down upon her face, drenching her face and hair and leaving her quite drenched. Though that wasn't what woke her up, what woke Asuka up was the water she'd breathed in that caused her to cough in a painful manner as her eyes started to open and she'd look up upon Gwen's towering frame that stood in front of her downed frame. " uuu..ngh..." was all that she could let out, but at least now she was awake, more or less.