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

With her golden curls fluttering about in the breeze from her sublimely graceful ballerina twirl, the heiress’ could already envision her triumphant entrance music deafening the audience‘s boos as she raised her shiny trinket from her alpine like perch atop the steel steps. Her illustrious moment of supreme victory was so blinding to her eyes that had them closed for the entirety of her rotation, a wistful smile on her daydreaming face as the moment seemed to pass in slow motion…and then…

*THWACK!!!*

Rather than seeing a weary Ace ready to be finished off, Gwen’s would open her eyes to the split-second shot of the treads under her opponent’s boots before the Silver Flash superkick implanted Haley’s foot into the side of the heiress’ immaculate visage. The fleet footed collision sent Gwen spinning in the opposite direction until her legs crossed and entangled over each other, ending her ballerina act with a face first collapse to the mat in a slump. The audience erupted in raucous cheers for the clash of superkicks, rallying behind Haley who still had a steep mountain to climb before getting back into this match.

"Nnngh..."

Ace fell back after hitting her kick, leaning against the ropes. Her back still ached, but she could live with it for now. Much as she hated to admit it, she had gotten lucky just then. Gwen had clearly been winding up for some kind of kick of her own, and if it had connected, Ace doubted she'd be awake right now.

Grabbing the ladder off the ground, Ace picked it up, struggling as she did so, before turning and moving to lean the ladder against the corner closest to Gwen's fallen body. With Gwen still on the mat, Ace climbed the turnbuckle, holding the ladder steady as until she made it to the top. Raising a fist up for the crowd to see, she soaked in their cheers before holding the ladder straight up, and jumping off the turnbuckle, pressing her body against the ladder as it fell down towards Gwen's form. If Ace's kick kept Gwen down long enough, she would feel the ladder, with Ace's weight behind it, crash down on her chest!

With the Silver Flash superkick connecting square with it’s intended target of Gwendolyn’s jaw, the prim and proper aristocrat was immediately robbed of her equilibrium and any hopes in the near future of rising to her own feet. Her ballerina exhibition may have come to an abrupt end but that didn’t make the room stop spinning any less, too dazed and stunned to even attempt opening her eyes.

After a few seconds both of her hands would cover her squinting face and hide her pained grimace from the public eye, the throbbing pain on her cheek and concern over whether her flawless countenance was marred kept her from noticing any of the telltale signs of Ace setting up her latest self-destructive assault. No sooner did Gwen roll over to her back did Haley’s suicidal ladder ride blot out the roof lights and slam into the heiress’ chest and stomach with enough force to practically stop her heart!!

“AHHGH!!” Convulsing sharply with her boots stomping furiously on the mat, Gwen coughed choked breaths as Ace once again had her pinned to the mat beneath the Canadian and the ladder’s combined substantial weight. The arena was bathed in flashing lights all throughout the stunning display of disregard for Haley’s safety for the sake of coming out on top in this match. Gwen eventually settled down with her legs sprawled out and barely managing the coherence to meekly attempt to lift the steel ladder off of her heaving chest with a wincing expression…

The forceful impact of the ladder crashing upon Gwen's chest caused Ace, already pressed against the ladder from the get go, felt the steel dig deep into her chest, before she rolled off the ladder.

"Urrghh...n-not my best idea...."

Ace groaned, though the crowds reaction seemed to indicate otherwise, the Swiss crowd applauding the brave move. Ace probably would have blushed, if she wasn't focused on breathing and recovering from her own move. This crowd was loving her, showing an appreciation for her and her efforts that the Japanese never had.

It was worth it though, for what was at stake. Ace was determined to win this match, even if she had to break herself in the process!

With Ace’s rolling off the ladder came an immense relief, both off of Gwen’s ample chest and from her mind, fearful that Haley would continue her barbaric assault on the imperious princess. The heiress flipped over to lay on her side with one arm cradling her battered bust, the match so far pushing the boundaries of the heiress’ limited threshold for pain. Haley’s instinctual high risk, high reward tactics put the match back in her favor and were putting on a show of punishing Gwen in ways she was simply not yet accustomed to.

Now bringing the match to a complete standstill with both competitors each needing time to recoup, the remnants from the jaw crushing super kick lingered and kept Gwen’s curvy and sweaty form plastered to the canvas. Rolling over to lay on her front side, Gwen clenched her teeth in indignant irritation at Silver’s blasted propensity for reckless comebacks, which were thwarting her attempts at a victorious triumph she had already mapped out meticulously in her head.

Eventually she would find the willpower to lift herself up to her hands and knees, frustratingly backslapping that wretched ladder off of her. Though the time it took for Gwen to snap out of it would allow Haley more than enough time to regain her own senses.

Even with her chest hurting, no doubt with marks left by the ladder digging into her, Ace was still able to, after some time to get her wind back, move to all fours and push herself back up to her feet, sweat dripping off her face, her heavy shirt not exactly helping keep her cool.

Still, she was on her feet, while Gwen was still struggling to get up. Sensing an opportunity, Ace walked over to Gwen, grabbing her by her flowing blonde locks, and the waist of her elaborate ring gear, pulling her up to her feet, hunching her over.

"Get outta my ring!"

She yelled, looking to drag Gwen to the ropes and toss her between them, heaving her out of the ring!

Struggling to steady her breathing again from the laddered body slam, her angered efforts to find her wrestling feet again would be cut short once Haley snuck up from behind Gwendolyn and hoisted her upward with a vicious tug to her springy golden curls.

“Ah!! lâcher de moi!!” Gwen vented her frustrations at Haley and the impressive comeback she was mounting from the one lucky kick her silver-haired opponent narrowly pulled off. The distraught heiress scrunched her face from the strenuous tugging on her scalp, one of her hands clawing at the grip holding her head up with her other arm wrapped around Haley’s slim waist to help keep her balance in this slouched position.

Haley’s resounding declaration and the sudden rush to the ropes brought some life back to Gwen but hardly enough to fight back as the Canadian champion hurled the heiress unceremoniously out of ‘Haleys’ ring through the middle and top ropes. Luckily Gwen would instinctually grasp the middle ropes once hauled outside, preventing a treacherous collision with the thin mat outside though still rolling and tumbling off the apron to slump lifelessly chest first onto the floor.

“Hugh…”The heiress would remain motionless as the match was quickly becoming a lost cause, unless a miracle turned the tides back in her favor….or in this case, furthered well-timed assistance from her stalwart crew. Once Haley would turn her back to the seemingly out of commission aristocrat, Gwen’s loyal followers would swarm and descend upon their affluent employer and aid Gwen back to her feet. Soaked towels would wipe the sweat from her face and encouraging words of motivation helped rouse Gwendolyn back to her senses, tending to her like a boxer resting in a corner between rounds. Soon afterwards her training crew would nudge and roll Gwen back inside the ring, who thanks to their assistance was finally opening her eyes and awakening from her pummeled stupor…

Ace had just begun to set her ladder up in the center of the ring when she turned, seeing Gwens entourage actually toweling her off and starting to pick her up. These assholes weren't content with just being on the sidelines, they wanted an active role in their bosses win. Ace really was in a damn handicap match!

"Oh fuck this..."

She muttered, dropping the ladder down and quickly moving to the closest corner turnbuckle, climbing up it and leaping off with one big jump, turning her body in the air to try and catch all of them in her flight path.

If they were fast enough, there was a chance they might be able to get Gwen in the ring before Ace smashed into them like bowling pins. If they couldn't however, then Gwen would join in as Ace came crashing down onto Gwens entourage, scattering their bodies in separate directions from her cross body attack!

Gwendolyn’s cadre of blue jump-suited female trainers knew the risks of interfering in a match all too well, their first attempt to assist the heiress resulting in the firebrand Asuka Kotori bowling them over with a high flying body splash over the top ropes. Though that would not dissuade them from aiding Gwendolyn on this night or any other, demonstrating their true dedication to their benevolent employer and the illustrious “Primol” name....also if they intended to still be employed past this match they had better make sure Gwen walks out of this arena with a belt around her waist.

The cheering of the crowd alerted them to Haley’s perched state on the nearest turnbuckle, groaning as flashbacks of Gwen’s first match replayed in their heads. They were now presented with the option to bail and leave Gwen to take the cross body splash or sacrifice themselves for the good of their future employment status...they were not getting paid enough for this.

With one timely lift and shove the self-sacrificing quartet would barely get the heiress back inside the ring before Haley would leap through the air and bowl the four of them over. Splayed out on the mat with swirling symbols for eyes, Gwen’s backup was not looking too hot...

With Gwen's four servants cushioning Ace's landing, the silver haired champ rolled back up to her feet, feeling the rush going through her as the crowd cheered for her, leaning back and letting out a loud roar, getting the crowd even more pumped up before she slid back into the ring.

With Gwen only just getting up, Ace hunched over, stalking her blonde opponent, following her around, staying behind her, out of her field of vision, the crowd sitting up in their seats, eagerly waiting for her to strike. When Gwen turned around, Ace reached towards her, grabbing her around her head, Ace twisting her body around, aiming to drop Gwen face first to the mat and put her down for the count with an Ace Crusher!