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

With every twist and torque Gwendolyn maintained what she thought was complete control over Ace’s actions, an idea shattered when Ace stamped down with a vengeance on Gwen’s pearl white boot.

“Ahh!!” The jolt of pain from her big toe briefly make the heiress hop on one foot with a scrunched up face, only through some sheer manner of luck and determination being able to retain her grip on Ace’s contorted limb.

“Rrrgh!!You insolent little!!..Here, let me help you with your nose~…” With a devious expression and Ace still bowed down Gwendolyn would extend and lift one of her toned legs over Haleys wrenched in arm until it nestled snuggly between the heiress smooth thighs. Scooting forward and rubbing her shapely rear on Haley’s arm, Gwen couldn’t fight back a slight blush from the rubbing sensation before back kicking Haley in her already bruised face and releasing her grip to send Silver flying back.

"What the...Hey! Geroff! St-Stop rubbing on me you pervUGH!"

Ace's protests were cut off by the heel of Gwen's boot cracking her between her eyes, dropping her flat onto her back.

"Mmfffmmm..."

She groaned, rolling over onto her front, starting to push herself back up...before falling onto her front, hands pressing against her head. That kick had her knocked for a loop alright. Ace's kicks had knocked out Taylor Parker and Iron Maiden, and from the feel of it, Gwen kicked every bit as hard.

The sickening smack from Gwendolyn’s mule kick earned a deadening silence from the mainly European audience. Not many people expected Gwen to have such a commanding lead over the Entropy champion so early in the match. The heiress kept her back to Haley after her angled kick and smugly primped her hair with her opponent’s muffled whimpers confirmation enough that she wasn’t any threat to the heiress while she showboated to the audience.

“Ah…nngh…” Though when Gwen did turn to approach Haley it was with a slight limp in her step from the earlier stomp to her boot, her afflicted leg bent slightly while she winced with each pained step. In her briefly hobbled state the heiress knew it was best to keep Haley grounded since she certainly wasn’t competing in any marathons anytime soon.

Stepping over the writhing Canadian, the heiress would slump to her knees and straddle Ace’s lower back before bending forward to curl her arm around her neck to lift her back to her knees in a sleeper hold. Gwendolyn would squeeze her opponents neck in the chokehold with excessive pressure and her bicep pressed against Haleys’ cheek. With her other hand clenching her silver dyed hair, Gwen tilted Haley’s battered head skyward to glance at the Entropy title dangling overhead and shimmering from the arena lights.

“I’d wager right about now you wished you heeded my advice about challenging an opponent more your speed...now you’ll lose your title and find yourself right where you started one year ago~…”

As if being kicked in the face wasn't bad enough, now she had the bitch sitting on her, forcing her to look up at her title, shining in the light of the stadium.

"Grr...No way! That belt...is mine!"

Ace yelled, fired up from staring at her belt hanging above the ring. Grabbing Gwen's arm, she held it, pulling at enough to turn her head, Gwen's bicep pressing against Ace's lips, Ace opening her mouth and letting a bit of flesh enter...

Then she bit down.

With every fidgeting movement and grab attempt for her arm from Haley, Gwendolyn synched in her headlock even tighter across her windpipe. Flinching and gritting her teeth once she felt Ace’s warm pants on her bicep, the heiress intended to abandon the hold any way by that point before Ace saved her the trouble.

“Nyahh!!” Gwen screeched in shock at the pinching pain of teeth clamping down on her perfect skin, forcefully shoving the biting champion off of her with her head smacking off the mat. Gwendolyn wincingly stood upright and walked over the once again flattened Canadian, a disgusted look on her face while she nursed and wiped the spit and traces of blood from Haley’s nose off the teeth indentations on her arm.

Roles had truly been reversed in this match, with Haley being the first to exploit the no disqualifications rule and the heiress so far playing a squeaky clean game…so far.

Ace yelped, head hitting the mat as Gwen threw her down to the ground. Admittedly, biting wasn't the most honorable way of escaping a hold, but they weren't in Japan anymore, and the Swiss crowd didn't seem to mind.

With Gwen close by, and Ace already rolled onto her front, she quickly pushed herself up to her knees, pushing off the mat and leaping at Gwen, looking to tackle her down by her legs, keeping them locked under her arms to keep Gwen from kicking at her for the moment.

With Gwen held down for the moment, Ace made it up to her feet, holding Gwen's legs up under her arms, spreading the blondes legs before giving a hard stomp to her midsection.

Incensed that Haley had the audacity to blemish her immaculate skin with such a barbaric counter, Gwen wiped clean her munched on bicep with more concern given to that than to the neglected Silver Ace.

“Wah!!”Haley’s sneak attack from behind brought the heiress down to the canvas with barely enough time to shield her face from the impact. She groaned and attempted to move her legs but found them trapped and elevated under each of Ace’s arms.

The heiress shoved her way upward by her elbows but was jerked back down to the mat with Ace’s follow up kick to her gut that knocked the wind out of her. Gwendolyn winced in pain and shielded her abs from any more abuse while Ace still had her strongest offensive assets hanging in the air above her.

Having her foot planted on Gwen's stomach felt pretty good, Ace somewhat disappointed that she couldn't do it again. Oh well. Stepping back onto the mat next to Gwen's waist, her leg between Gwen's, Ace quickly crossed Gwen's legs and tucked them both under one arm, before she, with effort, turned herself and flipped Gwen over to her stomach.

"Can't climb ladders if you can't walk!"

Ace yelled, pulling Gwen's legs back in a Sharpshooter hold. While it was a bit cliche, a Canadian using a Sharpshooter, it was still an effective hold for wearing Gwen down, and getting a bit of payback as well. Just for added effect, Ace sat down on Gwen's lower back, adding more pressure to the rich girls back.

Gwen’s concern for her skin care would end up costing the heiress her well-earned early lead in the match, though at the moment her thoughts only revolved around how greatly she would make Haley suffer once she’s back in control. She tensed up when she felt her legs fold and intertwine over Ace’s, fighting back to be turned over but unable to prevent Ace from synching in the Canadian classic on the poor heiress.

Gwendolyn cringed as the sharpshooter started working her over immediately with her thighs muscles already tightening from the strain. Her halfhearted struggles would be squashed once Ace sat her perky rear down on Gwen’s tortured lower back, flattening her chest to the mat beneath Haley’s added weight. She pounded her fist into the canvas in frustration, not that the ref would misinterpret her flailing for submitting considering the matches win condition. Her lifetime of ballet exercises enabled Gwendolyn to take an exorbitant amount of punishment in terms of stretching and contorting her spine, so the heiress wasn’t truly hobbled just yet.

“If I can’t walk...*groan*…I’ll crawl!!” With a concerted effort Gwen steadily pushed off the canvas until they were a few inches off, just enough leeway to allow her to reach back and tug at Haley’s ankle to hopefully make her lose balance.

Ace felt a hand tugging at her ankle, looking down to see a hand grabbing at her, Gwen trying to trip her up it seemed. Had she been standing, it probably would have worked too, but luckily her seated position prevented any such thing from happening.

Feeling that Gwen's body had more give to it than it seemed, Ace leaned back as far as she could, practically laying on the girls body as she pulled her legs even farther back, coming close to making a nice half-circle with her body!

"Good! People like you need to crawl once in a while!"