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

All manner of class and civility had abandoned the heiress’ in this purely rage driven moment. The ferocious thrashing persisted until the crimson plasma coated Ace’s forehead, the bright red acting as a subconscious signal in Gwen’s mind to cease her pummeling. For the heiress, Haley’s unforgivable sign of disrespect had only just begun to earn the repercussions it deserved...but fatigue was settling in...the adrenaline coursing through her veins was working it's way through her system.

Arching her curved back and running her bloodied hand through her hair, Gwen shut her eyes while she steadied her furious heart beat through exhaustive panting. Her golden curls hung loosely behind her head as she maintained her mounted seating atop the barely conscious champion, more than fitting imagery to represent the dominant control she had over Haley. Her hazel brown eyes opened into slits to glance upwards towards the dangling trophy, brilliantly reflecting light off of its golden plates. A sly smirk crept over her face. The match was reaching its natural conclusion. She could feel it…

Groaning from the numbing pain in her knees, Gwen ascended and brought the limp champion up along with her through a firm grasping of her now red-tinted silver mane, now escorting Haley to the ropes in a firm side headlock that pressed her battered cheek against the side of Gwen's supple chest.

The champ was practically unconscious, her limp body leaning against her opponent's chest. Barely aware of her surrounds, her face buzzing in numbness from the beating she took, all she could do was lean against Gwen's body, her mind blank and numb.

Some of the crowd tried to chant for her, trying to stir her back in the fight, but for the moment it was clear she was just out of it.

“Merci~…Merci~…Je le fais tout pour vous~!!” Whatever cheers or words of encouragement meant for Haley, the heiress cheerfully accepted on her behalf with sweeping waves of her free hand and a benevolent smile on her face. Earning herself a chorus of boos in the process, but those were accolades that she felt were dully deserved after dismantling their soon to be former champion with a glorious ballet of destruction that left her a pitiful, bloody eyesore. One who could barely stand without propping herself up against the heiress and her cushiony chest, who could be effortlessly pinned…if the match were that simple.

Now having finally reached the set of ropes that faced the ramp, the heiress draped Haley’s head and arms over the top rope with a slight cringe to her face, Haley’s blood having smeared over the side of her now red, white and blue outfit. Stepping through the ropes and approaching Haley from the edge of the apron, Gwendolyn’s devious plans wouldn’t dawn upon the Swiss audience until Gwen cinched in a front facelock while draping Haley’s limp arm over the back of her neck. Cameras flashed and ringside announcers pleaded for Gwen not to do it while broadcasting towards the audience watching from their homes.

Gwendolyn reached over the top rope and grasped the side her opponents blue wrestling outfit. Her body ached and her knees were miraculously not buckling from beneath her already, the initial yank just barely lifting Haley’s feet off the ground. Recognizing the need for some extra leverage, Gwen stepped on the bottom ropes, steadying herself before balancing on the middle ropes while bending forward. She bounced on the middle ropes in a steady rhythm, earning the momentum needed until she shrieked out in sheer effort and flung herself backward with Haley flying high overhead in a vertical suplex attempt landing both of them out of the ring entirely!!

Haley heard the crowd collectively gasp, felt the sensation of flying through the air, just registering that she was upside down, before she hit the floor, the impact sounding like a wet piece of meat dropping onto concrete. The crowd winced in unison as Ace, eyes widened, arched her back and writhed on the floor, mouth open in a breathless scream, only able to let out a strangled gasp, the impact knocking all the wind out of her.

When her writhing, which fans in the front row had to turn their heads from, stopped, Ace was on her front, head turned to the side, busted eyebrow pressed against the mat, allowing a small bit of blood to start leaking out. While Ace had clearly taken the worse of the move, both girls were still down, and the crowd watched with baited breath to see who rose up first.

Flipping over to her front side the very instant the both of them crash landed, Gwen’s hand shot to her lower back to soothe away the reignited back aches from Haley’s back-bending sharpshooter. Gwendolyn hid her agony-stricken face beneath her golden curls splayed out around her head, smacking her right boot against the mat furiously to cope with the pain.

Her plan seemed rather ingenious at the time, killing two birds with one stone by expelling Haley out of the ring while simultaneously decimating her in as grandiose and impactful a manner as she could imagine. The heiress languished on the mat for some time before lifting her weary eyes upward to witness the miserable state Silver Ace was in, any lingering regret over the move vanishing with a sinister smirk over her sweat drenched face.

She struggled to work both hands beneath her push herself up to her knees on spaghetti arms, the audience pitching a fit over how south things at turned for Haley. The boos reigned down but Gwendolyn was too pre-occupied in relishing the moment, leaning back with her arms spread wide as if bathing in their jeers, catcalls, and hopeful pleas begging Haley to snap out it, laughing joyously at how emphatically she had wiped the floor with Haley.

“Ahaha!!~…Oh Haley, if only you could see yourself~… You’ve never looked more beautiful than in this one picturesque moment, simply ravishing~...Alas…work before pleasure…” A sultry tone lingered over her enamored comments, folding her arms and puffing out her swelling chest. As tempting as it was to have Haley all to yourself, Gwen had a title belt waiting for her. “I would normally implore you to stay down out of genuine concern for your well-being Haley, but I doubt you have any say in the matter at this point…”

Getting vertical was an agonizing process with various pains flaring up all over her battered frame, her knees and lower back in particular. Eventually she slowly but surely walked back to the ring, stepping over the carcasses of her still knocked loopy employees. She slid under the ropes and began the arduous process of lifting and setting up the ladder, methodically taking her time and pacing herself knowing full well she had all the time in the world.

The crowd booed, loudly, as Gwen made her way back into the ring. It was clear where their loyalty lay, many of them yelling for Ace to get up, watching her laying form on the big screen.

Finally, as Gwen was taking her time with the ladder, their faith was rewarded, Ace raising her arm up to a loud cheer, the crowd starting to chant Ace's name, scattered at first, but soon joining in unison as one rousing chorus.

Hearing their chants, their support, using it, and her own stubborn will as fuel, Ace pushed herself up on shaky arms, her back practically screaming in pain, half of her face covered in crimson, dripping onto the floor where a previous small puddle already lay. She crawled, one leg practically useless as she made it to the apron, reaching up and grabbing the ropes, pulling herself upwards with effort and rolling herself under the bottom ropes back into the ring.

Pulling herself up to her feet, Ace glared as she saw that Gwen had already begun climbing the ladder, halfway up and not even noticing that Ace was standing back in the ring, unaware of the wrath about to fall upon her.

Staggering forward, nearly hobbling on her good leg, Ace managed to grab Gwen's leg before she could get too far, and with one quick pull, managed to yank Gwen off the ladder, the challenger landing back on her feet on her mat, face to face with the bloody champion.

Using the split second the girls shocked delay gave her, Ace quickly grabbed Gwen around her head, turning her body to face away from the rich girl as she fell straight to the mat, dropping Gwen face first onto the mat with an Ace Crusher, this time completing the move Gwen had blocked earlier!

Hobbling onward with a slanted posture and her bent knees feeling as if they would buckle under her; the heiress slowly soldiered on through every painful reminder of what her body had succumbed to that night. Gwendolyn’s gas tank was reading ‘EMPTY’ at this point in the match, her early desire to prolong Haley’s suffering just the delirious wishes of a pompous aristocrat pushed to the limits of what her delicate frame could handle.

Propping the ladder against the ropes helped, angling it against the ropes before straightening and positioning it squarely below the hooked title belt. Every action was now an exasperating chore, Gwen groaning in exertion as her muscles tensed and flared up until the rigid rung of steps seemed steady enough to ascend, taking a few seconds to herself for a quick breather and to wipe the sweat out if her eyes.

A sinister smile on her face as finally started climbing the ladder, the heiress took one cautious step at a time as the ladder shook slightly on her way towards championship immortality. The audiences rallying cry for Haley reached a deafening pitch, easily ignored by the heiress who assured herself that Ace was still the quivering, pathetic wretch she left outsi-

“YAAH!!!” Gwendolyn yelped as she was yanked off the ladder and brought face to snarling face with the silver haired opponent herself!!  Ace’s nightmarish and bloody red face staring rage filled daggers into her soul paralyzed Gwen in pure terror, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend how any of this was possible!! Not that she would even have the time to consider this, now an easy target for Ace to execute her stunning finisher on the scared witless heiress.

“Hggh…Nngh!!” In one swift motion Ace once again locked in the 3/4 front face lock, finally executing her Ace Crusher finisher by dropping them both to floor with Gwen’s jaw slamming against her opponent’s shoulder with a ring shaking impact. Shockwaves of paralyzing pain reverberated throughout Gwen’s body, the momentum from the collision bouncing the heiress' limp body off to roll out of the ring and collapse back first in a near unconscious heap, panting weakly with the Entropy title firmly out of her grasp...

Ace panted, chest heaving, as she lay on the mat, arms spread. She looked like a complete mess, her body was practically broken, half of her face was crimson, with small red smears of her own blood on the rest of her face and various parts of her outfit, the ladder, and the ring.

She was finished, she had nothing left, that Ace Crusher took the last of her energy, though it appeared it had also finally taken Gwendolyn out of the fight with it, leaving Ace alone in the ring.

She looked up, seeing the title, her title, hanging above the ring, with her fans cheering her on, an entire arena of people chanting her name, for the first time in her career. She had to get up, she had sacrificed everything to make it this far, and she wouldn't, couldn't let this entitled bitch take it all away from her!

Rolling over to her front, Ace slowly pushed herself up, grabbing the rungs of the ladder and pulling herself up. One leg was almost useless, and the other wasn't much better, Ace gingerly stepping on each rung as she pulled herself up bit by bit, step by step, the crowd roaring their approval and applauding the silver (and now slightly red) haired girls progress.

Yayoi had been watching the entire fight from her position in the "crow's nest" back near the entrance ramp. She had been diligently serving as commander to Gwendolyn's squadron of cronies and all of them had played their part. Still, she had been shivering the whole match and she thought she had lost twenty pounds just from nervous sweating.

Still, her great and undeniable mistress looked eternally elegant and Yayoi was so proud. No doubt that the heiress' parents could no longer deny her greatness either. Surely she would have the gold that she needed to affirm everything they desired of her.

That was until the silver haired girl, Ms. Second Place, as Yayoi liked to deviously refer to her, had manged to pull out a rather devastating maneuver that no amount of logistics would seem to deal with.

She caught a fellow lackey out of the corner of her eye nervously wanting to dart forward. 'Tipping the ladder would buy some time but Maîtresse looks quite out of it. Outright fighting that silver haired wench would probably be a bridge too far.' She thought.

"This requires precision and discretion." She said to herself. She waved off the others and hopped down the ramp herself.

She approached Gwendolyn and knelt next to her. "M-Maîtresse!" She whined. "Mon Dieu!" She'd gotten into a habit of speaking French and had become quite good at the language. She seized Gwendolyn's hand and pulled off her silky glove. She waved it like she was trying to fan the woman while her other hand deftly wafted smelling salts near the girl's nose.

"Maîtresse, s'il vous plait!"

While she worked, she set down Gwendolyn's glove and tucked it underneath her. She pulled out another one while she leaned in and whispered into her mistress' ear. "This new glove will knock her out. I've coated it with a special material. Just grab her face and hold your hand there. And... keep it away from your own face, of course, Maîtresse." She whispered into Gwendolyn's ear while she slipped the new glove on.

She tucked away her supplies and then beckoned the other cronies over to help Gwendolyn up and roll her back into the ring. No doubt if Gwendolyn was a Grand Prix driver, her pit crew would be the fastest and most efficient there was. Yayoi beamed proudly.

Ace’s jaw-crushing finale was a last ditch effort to hopefully K.O. the illustrious aristocrat and have her seeing blue and white stars long enough for Ace to make the climb and descend from the mountain top with her spoils. And were it not for the pungent aroma of ammonia creeping up her nostrils Gwendolyn would still be blissfully sleeping off one of the worst thrashings she had ever taken.

“...C-Ce qui le diable?!” Gwen jolted out of her stupor with her heart beating like a jack rabbit, one hand cupping her jaw and briefly delirious as to where she even was before propping herself up by her elbows. Wincing sharply to try and focus her blurry vision, the whispers in her ear brought her attention to her eternally faithful head assistant subtly fastening her a new glove. A myriad of questions raced through her mind but Yayoi spoke quickly and efficiently with nary any time to spare. As the details of the plan sunk in a devious smirk crept over her face, Gwendolyn getting caught up to speed without any further explanation necessary, clenching her tainted glove into a fist.

“Yayoi , je pourrais vous embrasser ~…” Gwendolyn whispered back before flipping to her front side and having her cronies carefully hoist her up and under the bottom ropes. She stayed close to the edge and clasped the ropes one at a time as she shakily pulled herself up, fighting through the pain with untapped adrenaline scrounged from the bottom of the barrel. She slunk forward with an arc to her posture as she approached Haley from behind, her tainted gloved hand raised with fingers wiggling in trembling anticipation. Ace would get about two steps up the ladder before the weakened champion would be pounced upon with the chemically soaked glove clasping tightly over Ace’s mouth and nose!! Coiling and tightening her smooth thighs around Ace’s slim waist, Gwendolyn latched onto her with the binding grip of a python, snatching one of Ace’s arms from the ladder and hooking it behind her back as if in a hammerlock.

“Mmm... Facile Ace , ne abandonnez pas ... vous y êtes presque ~...” Gwen coyly teased as Ace’s continued ascension only brought the entwined pair closer together, rubbing her sumptuous chest against her opponents back with every step upward. Sharing eachother’s comforting body heat and coated in sheens of sweat and blood, the enticing close contact reignited Gwen’s earlier fire, desiring to make the most out of having Haley hopelessly entrapped within her clutches. Leaning in to affectionately nuzzle against the side of Ace’s face, Gwendolyn employed a tactic Ace may just be familiar with. Gwen closed her eyes and softly started nibbling on Ace’s outer ear, kneading it with her soft, luscious lips, sultry moans vibrating against it...