Entropy Title Match! "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt (C)

MATCH TYPE:  Strap Match for the Entropy Title
VICTORY CONDITIONS:  Pinfall
SPECIAL:  No submissions, the leather strap can be used in any fashion, no count outs

Alaina's heart was racing as she waited backstage.  She stretched her arms out as she stood clad in her two piece leopard print attire, with matching knee and elbow pads.  Her first AFW title shot, and she was the underdog against someone she viewed as a fake champ who cheated her way to the title.  The fact that people favored that skinny, snobby woman was something of an insult to Alaina.  Tonight she would fully showcase to everyone what she was capable of.... and she was confident that an upset was about to occur. She worked her ass off to get where she was. She knew she had it in her to make everyone who had helped her along the way proud.  She had a fairly large contingent of fans, a base that had steadily been growing despite her hit-or-miss success in the ring so far in her career.  This title shot marked roughly one year in AFW for Alaina.  Alaina smiled, thinking of how fitting it would be for an amazon to slam her way through to a title... overthrowing a fake, phoney princess in the process.

As her themesong boomed across the arena, Alaina jumped out even more chipper than usual.  She blew two big kisses to each side of the ramp before running down and high fiving everyone she could!  At one point she even stopped for a picture, then came across a guy with a sign that said "I want an amazonian kiss!"  Alaina leaned in, kissing him on the cheek to oblige.  She jumped up onto the apron, doing a slight, seductive yet playful shaking of her hips before bending down to climb in between the ropes to enter the ring.  She leaned over each rope to shout out to the crowd and hold a fist up, pumping it a few times to keep everyone fired up.  For her opponent, she flexed an arm and looked towards the entry ramp with a smile.  There was no way in hell Gwendolyn could stand before Alaina's strength in this match.

She looked over as the referee stood in the center of the ring with the harness.  Once the "chumpion," as Alaina liked to call her, came down the women would be strapped together.  Gwenniecakes would have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide......

With her golden curls bobbing up and down with each confidence laden step, Gwendolyn marched down the hallway with a noticeable scowl on her face and a permeating aura of intimidation that kept any wandering souls backstage to maintain a 6 foot distance from her. On paper Alaina suited her needs for an easily overcome number one contender to a "T". A perpetual underdog fan favorite whom the AFW masses never ceased to rally behind, ensuring a ratings boost and free press to keep her name and title reign relevant in the grand scheme of the AFW. What's more, with losses to both Ace and Cassie under Alainas belt, Gwendolyn surmised that putting her down would be a non-issue...

...if she had the use of her ever dependable entourage, now barred from ringside for the duration of the match. She may not have shown it at the promo but Alaina's stringent stipulations severely hampered any "insurances" the heiress may have had in mind. Vexed but hardly disheartened, Gwendolyn instead intended to use this as her golden opportunity to prove once and for all that there was no question as to who rightfully deserved to own this title belt. With no outside help allowed whatsoever, once this match was hers it would hopefully be the first step in many to legitimize her new title as Entropy champion...

The boos started filling the halls of the stadium before her grandiloquent theme would even kick in, Gwendolyn slowly striding out from behind the curtain with her precious Entropy title belt hung over her right shoulder. With no entourage to have her back this marked the first in-ring appearance of the heiress all on her lonesome, standing in place atop the ramp with her hands on her curvy hips as she surveyed the droves of people jeering with great delight and responded with a haughty, carefree smirk. Gwen began her descent to the ring wearing her traditional frilly pearl white and royal blue outfit accentuating every voluptuous curve of her flawless body, the absolute image of grace and poise...Though once she was close to ringside she glanced to her side and stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed one of the signs being held by an audience member hanging it over the barricade.

"FAKE AFW ENTROPY CHUMPION GWENNIECAKES DERPont BUTTERCUP"

With a twinge in her eye and a grinding sensation in her teeth, Gwendolyn wasted little time in dashing over there, yanking the sign out of the fans hands and tearing it up multiple times into confetti. She had Alaina to thank for that ridiculous moniker, now teased with it endlessly when audience members were given the chance and something to remember when she finally got her hands on the Amazon.

With her trademark cool and composed presentation shattered by her immature outburst, she would forgo any attempt to maintain her civil charm and rolled under the ropes. Once in the ring she stood atop the nearest turnbuckle and raised her custom Entropy title belt overhead to the crowds displeasure before hopping back down with a graceful twirl and handing it to the ref. Her hazel eyed attention centered on the number one contender, her muscular and..."bustier" build not going unnoticed by the heiress, wondering if this so-called Amazon had the strength to even warrant the name. She approached Alaina and met her dead center in the middle of the ring, a pretentious smile on her face with her left arm raised upward at the elbow so the ref could begin tightening the thickly threaded rope around her dainty wrist.

"Hmm...well, here you are Alaina. Your moment to shine has come at last...*giggle*...It seems I have a knack for challenging opponents during their one year anniversary. I wonder if Haley is watching, considering you outright robbed her of her chance at regaining this title, all for your own self-centered ambitions?"

Alaina rolled her eyes at everything Gwendolyn did. She was so pompous and full of herself that it made Alaina sick. She stared down Gwendolyn as they became strapped together.

"You are the one who robbed Ace. There is no way you could ever beat her clean, and there is no way you can stand up to me when you can't escape. Gwenniecakes." Alaina said with a smile. She watched as the referee did his last minute check, ensuring that the women were strapped in well. "Oh by the way.... that attire makes you look sort of soft. Like, your butt is looking a little saggy there." Alaina said as she pointed and motioned back at her own fairly muscular form. "I can help pound that fat away though."

Alaina let thise words sink in as the bell rang! Alaina moved forward in an attempt to catch Gwendolyn in a lockup! Alaina wanted to see what this fake champ could do....

"...Mmm~...I see~...Well, it may be in your best interest to know that the last person to comment on my figure like that was given a much...much more closer inspection of my backside by the time the match was over, and history has been known to repeat itself~..." In what may have been more intimidating than simply flying off the handle in a flurry of French obscenities, Gwendolyn instead maintained her tranquil composure in her staunch attempt not to fall for Alaina's obvious baiting. Though a shaking fist of rage at her side was more slightly more difficult to conceal...

With the bell ringing and officially kicking off the start of the match, her opponents uncouth comments about her perfect derriere incited Gwendolyn enough to accept Alaina's invitation and willingly lock up with the Amazon. Arms entangled with her leg extended behind her, Gwendolyn feigned weakness and allowed Alaina to drive her back several steps. All a deceptive ruse to lull Alaina into a false sense of security as the heiress would then leap up to tuck her feet into her opponents abs, roll backward and attempt to use Alaina's own momentum against her to monkey flip her overhead.

As Alaina expected, Gwendolyn couldn't stand up to Alaina's strength! However as Alaina forced Gwendolyn back she realized far too that it was a trap!

She felt the placement of the feet and falling back, realizing a monkey flip was in her future! Alaina grunted in pain as she landed on her back! She rubbed her backside as she got back up to her feet, very eager to do something to make up for being baited into a flip so easily....

Alaina was no dummy, but seasoned opponents with a knack for trickery always managed to get under her skin....

Although Gwendolyn may have only been pretending to be marched backwards by her heftier opponent, the entire situation may have played out in the same manner if the heiress had truthfully attempted to shove Alaina back. Getting a feel for her opponents weight advantage after her groan inducing flip, Gwen knew that confronting her head on in any manner of test of strength was now a strategy officially off the table...

After the monkey flip the pompous aristocrat would roll to her side, jump to her feet and hastily scurry over to Alaina as swiftly as she could manage, clasping both hands tightly into the Amazons flowing golden locks to keep her bent over as she attempted to recover from the disorienting flip. With her clawed grasp yanking her opponents head to keep her in that slouched over posture, a gleeful smirk grew over face as the heiress would exaggeratedly extend her toned leg far behind her before attempting a jarring knee strike to the amazons 'lovely' face, the heiress releasing her grip to allow her opponent to flounder back against the ropes if her strike hits home.

As Alaina got up she thought of ways to perform damage control, and not let this match get out of hand right from the start. Gwendolyn was faster, and had a great sense of ringsmarts. Alaina didn't want to let her build momentum.

Unfortunately, she found out Gwendolyn was very accurate with strikes as she took a hard knee to the face! Alaina's head snapped back. Alaina fell backwards, hitting the ropes and grabbing on with one arm to prop herself up. Her free hand covered the impact point on her very hurt face. Talk about from bad to worse.....

"Damn....damn it!" She shouted, her cries muffled by her hands. She shook her head in attempt to clear up the slight daze she was in. Gwendolyn likely wouldn't give her any generous recovery time tonight. She took her hands away hoping that the devious champion wasn't already in motion performing more pain inducing attacks on the staggered amazon.

The sickening smack of Alainas precious facial features to the business end of Gwendolyn's knee sent a chill down the spine of most in audience, stunned silent at seeing the resident fan favorite Amazon reeling and against the ropes after only the briefest of altercations. After the strike connected as beautifully as Gwen envisioned, her leg remained extended and bent at the knee in a graceful pose. With a sultry glance towards the camera, the heiress would trail her fingers along the underside of her smooth thigh until reaching her shapely, perfect rump.

For all of their jeers and intense disapproval of her Gwen knew it took very little to lure lecherous and feeble minded fans back to her side. The image of such supreme elegance after such a violent maneuver kept the crowd captivated briefly by the sight before Gwen would set her leg down and approach her dazed opponent.

"Not to worry dear Alaina, any facial lacerations would only be an improvement..." Once in front of the ailing Amazon Gwendolyn would coil her arm around the back of her neck in a front facelock. Tightening in the headlock with an assertive tug, Gwen saw their positioning near the ropes and decided to experiment on a tried and true classic. One step at a time she would place her feet on the middle ropes behind Alaina while leaning against the ensnared Amazon. With cameras flashing from the promise of a high impact move, the heiress would attempt to push herself off the ropes in daring elevated DDT, the added height and momentum from the ropes lifting alaina off her feet and making the dreaded finisher twice as deadly!!

Alaina felt Gwendolyn grab her and stand on the ropes. This was not good at all.... Alaina reacted by planting her feet and grabbing the ropes, trying to prevent the lighter Gwendoyln from pulling off a nasty DDT! "Not today Gwenniecakes! I won't just flop over on my back li, e you want me to!"

Alaina in turn would have her held up on her shoulders, which offered her and her power-oriented offensive set a plethora of comebacks. A great way for Alaina to put Gwendolyn down on her back, and get her away from the ropes was a good hard spinebuster!

"Come!!...ON!!" Gwendolyn snarled through her gritted teeth from each strained tug on Alainas neck, her booted leverage on the ropes starting to slip as the Amazon stubbornly refused to budge even an inch. Experimenting with the ropes and letting her imagination run wild had given her the edge in her match with Haley so she naturally assumed the same strategy would work here.

A theory potentially dis-proven when Gwen found herself hoisted on Alainas shoulder, kicking her feet in the air against the Amazons chest before being slammed to the mat in a devastating spine buster!!

"GaaH!!" Bouncing off the mat with her spine arched in pain, the freshly pancaked heiress would roll to her front side and meagerly attempt to soothe away the numbing aches in her lumbar after finally being educated on the subtle differences between facing someone like Haley and facing someone who could bench press you without a second thought.