AV 14 Entropy Title Match: Silver Ace (C) Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Preceded by: CERN Experiment Match: Garuga Ise Vs. Brittany Luvve
Followed by: Akashi Tanikaze Vs. Rebecca Tomko: Last Woman Standing


Silver Ace (Champion)


Vs.

Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Match Type: Ladders Match
Winning Condition: Retrieving the Entropy Title Belt that is suspended from the ceiling.
Special Stipulations: No Disqualifications. The winner will be declared the new Entropy Title holder

It was time. Avalanche had come again, and again Ace found herself, standing in a hallway, shadow boxing.

Last year, she debuted at Avalanche. She came in with hype and fanfare, most of it undeserved, and had faced another newcomer, Iron Maiden. Despite a good showing, she had lost. Back then, she was a rookie, only a few months out of years of training, having picked up a few indy wins under her belt, with a manager that made her think she was so much better than she was.

Now though, now was different. AFW had been a trial by fire for her, she had been humbled at first, gained and lost, but through it all had learned and improved. Now, a year later, she stood in a different hallway, a different person. Her skill had grown, she had wins and experience under her belt, and a shiny new belt as well, the Entropy Championship. She would not end up humiliated and beaten like last time.

The Geneva crowd, a sellout crowd of 9,500 in the SEG Geneva Arena let out a roar of approval as "Edge of The Moment" began playing. Either Silver Ace was seriously over in Switzerland, or they just really loved Journey.

Coming out in her custom outfit, the Entropy Champion stood on the entrance ramp, basking in the cheers she was getting. Oh yeah, she was over in Switzerland. Awesome. Moving down the ramp, she went pass the three ladders, of various sizes, in the entry way. She ran her hand across the the side of the largest one and started to move past it...before turning around, and climbing it all the way to the top, standing on the top rung and looking out at the crowd of thousands, taking her belt off and raising it high above her head, for all to see, with one arm, the other pointing and waving them forward, trying to get them to cheer as loud as they could.

"CMON! LET ME HEAR YOU!"

She screamed, standing up there and looking around, a wide smile on her face as she rose her fist into the air, her now signature pose. This was her first title defense, and while she did not intend to be her last, she still would make damn sure that nobody would forget her. She was going to do everything in her power to make sure that, when people here and in japan and over the world were talking the next day about Taylor and Angel and Rebecca and Akashi, that her name would be in there with them. Climbing down, Ace slapped the hands of fans in the front row, then ran and slid under the ropes and into the ring. Getting up, she stood on the corner post and raised her fist into the air, getting more support from the crowd.

Dropping down, she took her belt and held it up again, before handing it to the referee, who hooked it up to the coil that would hang above the ring.

While awaiting her opponent, Ace paced around, shaking her arms and legs to make sure she was good and limber, muttering to herself all the while. This was by far the biggest event of her entire young lifetime, everything she had done, her entire career thus far, since she first left home at 15, had all lead up to this moment, this match.  She wouldn't, couldn't, fail here. Her first Avalanche had ended poorly, Summer Splash had been a disaster, but she was beyond that.

This was where she silenced every critic, and showed everybody, Taylor, Akashi, Cassie, Jocelyn, Allison....Valley...just what she was made of. This was where she proved, once and for all, that she belonged here.

Ace had arrived, and Gwendolyn was in for a fight she would never forget.

Backstage was a veritable hornet’s nest of paparazzi and inquisitive reporters, lining the hallway and peppering Gwendolyn with questions ranging from what she thought her prospects were towards acquiring championship gold that night to rumored romantic entanglements with movie superstar Shinobu Fujiiwara. Security officials along with her ever vigilant entourage of blue and white jump suited cronies cleared the way as the heiress herself confidently strut towards the entrance ramp down a stretching hallway.

The Entropy Title~...That one tacky accessory would solidify her standing as one of the premier up and coming talents ever to have graced the ring, serving as irrefutable evidence of Gwendolyn’s refined wrestling prowess. The championship would forever exalt her already illustrious name among the greats who at one point donned it around their waist...and Wells Quinn. Nevertheless, a fitting stepping stone towards her inevitable ascension towards the upper echelons of the league...and the expression on Cassie’s face~...

Soon after the grandiloquent theme began to blare through the arena, the heiress herself would casually saunter out accompanied with two of her trainers trailing behind her at her sides. Clad in a cerulean blue cape that wrapped around her front with white frills along the collar and a golden cursive “P” lettering on the back, the stroll down the ramp would trigger pyrotechnics flaring towards the ceiling in tandem with her steady decline towards the ring. She passed the ladders strewn about without a glance in their direction, a beaming smirk on her face as her hazel gaze never left the coveted trophy dangling high above the ring.

Gwen stopped at the bottom of the ramp briefly to allow her duo entourage members a chance to unhook her flowing cape and reveal the form fitting  blue and white frilly wrestling attire that hugged every curve with skintight precision. Purposefully swinging her shapely hips as she sashayed up the stairs and through the middle ropes, Gwendolyn promptly spun in place and stood on the middle ropes of a corner post to face the crowd. She arced forward before flashily straightening her back with her arms spread wide and to her sides in a grandiose Randy Orton-esque pose, triggering constant flashes of white to sparkle and light up the SEG Geneva Arena.

Although boos and jeers echoed throughout at the pompous aristocrats display of sheer arrogance, in an odd reminder of where Avalanche was being held, the heiress would actually garner cheers from the distinctly European audience. Some members in attendance would actually associate more with Gwendolyn and her company due to her French/British heritage, resulting in a mixed reaction at best. Nevertheless, she soaked in the resounding reception and re-imagined it as if as if they were all worshiping at the throne of her magnificence...taking sometime to live in her fantasy world before snapping herself out of it to hop down and face the silver haired obstacle in the middle of the ring.

“Hmm…to think, this time last year you were a humble neophyte getting her neck rung by an absolute beast of a woman. And look at you now Haley, Entropy Champion, my oh my~...” Gwen crossed her arms below her smooth chest as she continued in her condescending tone. “Amazing what dropping some grossly hampering dead weight can do for one’s career. A failure of a manager and that vapid Valley person...in the world of business it’s necessary to rid yourself of all valueless impediments. You clearly made the right decision..."

Ace watched, bouncing on her feet as Gwen came down the ramp, getting a better reception than she expected. Also better than Ace expected was how Gwen looked. Ace may not have liked the girls personality, but damn if the stuck up bitch didn't look good.

"And just think, last year you weren't even here, to irritate the hell out of me. Now your here at the biggest match of your career, ready to get your ass kicked in what I promise will be the hardest fight you've ever had. You clearly did NOT make the best choice."

Ace replied, watching her belt hang above them. She was not going to walk out of here without it. She had fought too long and too hard to gain it, and leaving without the belt in any circumstance would be nothing but a complete failure on her part. She could do this. She had to do this.

When the bell rang, Ace didn't wait, or bother with a customary lock up, charging towards Gwen, looking to tackle the blonde to the mat. It was hardly an elegant move, but if it worked, it would allow her to start throwing fists down upon Gwen's body!

“Cute, Haley...Always the smart mouth,...” Ace’s vulgar and disrespectful tone was starting to become rather irksome for the heiress, never having to associate with someone who used such salty language more than was absolutely necessary. It made her ponder if Haley even had the faintest clue who she was addressing…

Gwendolyn averted her sinister gaze upwards along with Ace towards the hanging belt dangling 15 feet above their heads. In her supremely pretentious mind there was simply no other  outcome than to have that belt adorn her petite waist...or most likely carried by her employees for her. “Is it too much to ask that you wrestle half as well as-“ The clanging of the bell interrupted Gwendolyn’s retort and brought her stunned attention back towards the charging silver bullet making a beeline straight towards her!

With pure, unencumbered instinct guiding her actions, Gwendolyn’s elegance and flexibility would save her royal backside from a pummeling tackle. Bounding upward with her toned legs spread wincingly wide in a mid-air split, Gwen would push her hands off of Haley’s back and leap frog over the impatient champion. Gwendolyn’s precision jump would soon be followed with a straight kick attempt towards Haley’s abs upon her realization that she was grappling with nothing but air and turned around.

Damn, she was quick, able to leap over Ace's attack.

"Oof!"

Turning quickly, she was met with Gwen's leg kicking into her stomach, causing Ace to bend over, coughing from the impact...

"...heh heh...that's fast..."

Ace smirked, looking up at Gwen, her leg still up, being gripped by Ace. Ace quickly threw the aristocrats leg to the side, the momentum turning the girl around and giving Ace an opening to aim a sharp kick of her own upwards, aiming right for the rich girls ass, looking to give her a dose of humiliation.

"There! You've been a pain in my ass, so there's a pain in yours!"

Initially satisfied at having drawn first blood and connected with the first strike of the match, Gwen sucked her teeth in annoyance as Ace’s grip on her leggy extremity kept her hopping in place on one foot. Before an idea for a counter could pop into her curly head, Ace would spin the pompous aristocrat in place and deliver a resounding smack to her curvy bottom that propelled her forward.

"Y-you!!..." The utterly indignant heiress spun in place with a slightly blushing glare and one hand on her battered butt cheek. It was obvious the audience was back in Ace’s corner as they hooted and hollered in ardent approval of seeing Gwendolyn receive some long overdue corporal punishment. To a wrestling expert, the brief exchange the pair just exhibited was a well-orchestrated string of strikes and counters that was indicative of the two combatants perhaps being on equal footing....not that Gwen gave a damn about that right now.

Gwen’s short fused temper took ahold of her as she sprinted towards Silver from the other side of the ring and darted to her side. Making a grab attempt for Ace’s silver mop of hair in mid-run, the heiress would leap upwards and drop to her knees to introduce the impudent Canadians smug expression to the canvas in a face plant.

Ace smirked, sticking out her tongue at her opponent, hoping she felt humiliated after that kick. In truth, Gwen was quick, and her kick was strong. The two of them really were well matched it seemed.

Ace raised her arms as Gwen moved in, ducking low, thinking the woman was going for a clothesline attempt. Unfortunately, she played right into her blonde foe's hands, getting her silver dyed hair grabbed. Caught in Gwen's grip by surprise, Ace couldn't react fast enough to prevent being planted face first onto the mat, groaning and rolling over onto her side, holding her nose in pain, having to check to make sure it wasn't broken.

"Damn...you nearly broke it!"

Ace growled as she started to make her way up to her feet, wiping away a small amount of blood that was trickling down her nose. Indeed, first blood had gone to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn landed on her knees and rested her hands on her curvy hips as she soaked in the satisfying sight of Haley recoiling in pain from having her head bounce off the canvas. Doling out some refined discipline to Haley felt just as gratifying as she envisioned, and what’s more the match had only just begun…

“Hmph…well aren’t you the dainty princess? And people chide me for my delicate sensibilities~…” Gwendolyn quipped with a smirk, getting referred to as “prissy” by the heiress off all people no doubt a new low for Haley.

Pushing off one knee to rush towards Haley’s side once she was working her way back up to her own feet, the heiress would try to snatch Ace’s arm and wrench in an arm wringer.  By twisting and contorting the joints in her arm, Gwen intended to keep Silver on her feet but bent over and incapable of standing upright whilst in Gwendolyn’s clutches.

Ace had only just gotten up when the heiress was back at her side, wrenching her arm, keeping Ace locked and bent over, making her wince and bite her lip.

"Gah...psh! I'm not some prissy bitch like you!"

Ace yelled in reply, though her counter attack, ironically, was the kind of move a prissy stuck up girl like Gwendolyn would have found right up her ally, as Ace raised her leg and stomped down hard upon Gwendolyn's booted toes. Ace wasn't exactly proud of the move, but if it got her out of this hold, and made it harder for her to climb the ladder, than it was worth it.