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

Alaina saw Gwendolyn rushing out of the corner of her eye, dropping down onto the mat, flat on her belly with her hamds out in a pushup position!

Once Gwendolyn ran past Alaina put everything she had into springing back to her feet! She needed to stop Gwendolyn's momentum, fast. Alaina tried tomgrab Gwendolyn from behind, and off to the side. One arm went around Gwendolyn's waist, and the other under her closer thigh. "This match is different, I am not Ace remember?"

Alaina lift Gwendolyn high up and brough her crashing down on her upper back as she tried to complete the delivery of a forceful high back drop!

Gwendolyn had all the confidence in the world that Alaina was in no position to see her kick coming let alone have the energy to mount a counter after the shellacking she just went through. Her golden curls fluttered behind her she extended her toned leg for a kick with enough power that would have no doubt knocked Alaina into a blissful slumber.

Instead Gwen's strike would hit nothing but air, the wide eyed heiress stumbling forward before halting her forward momentum. Her boot stomped hard into the mat and her heart jumped from not making any contact, disjointed from the miss and giving Alaina enough time to tug her in tightly with one hand under her thigh.

"Yah!!!" Gwen had no time to think and no time to struggle as the Amazon nearly effortlessly hoisted the heiress off her feet and over head, slamming her square on the back of her head with a cacophonous, ring shaking slam that brought the crowd right back into the match!! The astonishing force behind the suplex and the pain that came with it overwhelmed Gwen's senses and left her too stunned to even contemplate moving. Her face was scrunched from the pressure of having her entire body weighing down on her neck, now left folded in half with her limp legs dangling in front of her and her perky rear sticking up into the air...

Alaina got back to her feet and saw Gwendolyn's compromising position. She had a golden opportunity to play to the crowd before moving on to more important business.

Alaina knelt next to Gwendolyn smiling. "Your parents never spanked you enough so I need to make up for it!" She shouted before landing two hard slaps to Gwendolyns sexy posterior! The crowd ate it up and cheered louder than before! To really capitalize Alaina flipped Gwendolyn's legs to the mat, making sure the aristocrat was on her back. Alaina quickly mounted her and began to rain punches down onto Gwendolyn's face!

Alaina wqs focusing all her frustration into each punch, recalling Gwendolyn's remarks abput her only getting this match to pad the champions win tally.

Alaina's monstrous suplex folded Gwendolyn over like an accordion, and with that the heiress was hardly the image of primp and proper refinement she prided herself in. Her golden curls were splayed all around her as she remain motionless after the shocking vibrations from the slam had long since coursed through her body, blood rushing to her still spinning head in her upside down predicament.

With breathing being a difficult act now that her rib cage was compressed like this, Gwen nudging motions to try and tip over to the side were becoming more noticeable until fierce slaps to her now tanned and jiggling rump froze her in place with a fresh blush over her shocked face!!

Alaina's public spanking brought Gwens own blood to a boil, gritting her teeth with no way to shout her outrage in this hunched over position. All her efforts to avoid a such an indecent act being used against her by Migiri were now all for nothing thanks to this blasted wretch!! Tipped over to her back, Gwen's initial motions to sit back up were put to a grinding halt the second Alaina straddled her abs with her hefty weight flattening her back down. The initial barrage of fists collided with her cheek with the heiress legs jerking up and down with each rage fueled fist to the face.

"Waah!! Stooop!!" Eventually Gwendolyn would raise her hands to shield her battered face with her arms now taking the brunt of the punishment as her boots scrapped against the canvas.

Alaina got up off Gwendolyn soon after she got her arms up. The shots to the face wrre almost like therapy for Alaina. "Whats wrong? Afraid I am going to mess up all you plastic surgery?" Alaina said as she finished punching the clearly frustrated Gwendolyn.

As she got up she grabbed a hold of Gwendolyns arm and whipped her as hard as she could towards a turnbuckle! Her adrenaline was really kicking in as she was starting to take control of the match! She could almost feel that belt around her waist, but that would have to wait. For now she had to focus.

As soon as she whipped Gwendolyn into the corner she followed behind as quickly as she could! Alaina wanted to rush forward and ram her shoulder into Gwendolyn's mid-section as hard as she could! She didn't want to simply hit Gwendolyn, she wanted to hit through her to the ringpost!

The entirety of the fans were riled up into a frenzy from Alaina's resurgence and subsequent thrashing of the Entropy champion, wailing on her with such unforgiving might that their were instances where darkened flashes of unconsciousness seeped into her vision. The sight of Alaina in such dominant control reignited hopes that she could pull off an incredible upset and dethrone the champ in her first title defense. Truly ironic considering it was exactly what she perpetrated against Ace at Avalanche.

By this point Gwendolyn had raised her arms to shield herself from the barbaric Amazon but now that just meant her arms were taking the bruising beating. The heiress was compressed to the mat by her busty foe planted on her petite waist and with no chance to escape the pummeling or the incessant ridicule of her infallible beauty.

"Ahh..." The tugging on her bruised arm to hoist back on her feet made Gwen visibly flinch from the pain on her way up, dropping down to one knee briefly from her distorted sense of balance. Her breathing was ragged and the room was a spinning mess. It was more than a faint feeling at this point. Gwen felt herself about to lose utter control of this match and the title if she didn't turn the tides before Alaina exerts anymore muscled influence on her.

The irish whip sent her flying with her back crashing against the turnbuckle as planned, practically bouncing right out of the corner from the amount of force put into it if Gwen didn't think to cling onto the top ropes. Nevertheless, once Alaina would come barreling in like a rabid bull, she recognized the setup and would immediately push herself off the top ropes to boost herself onto a seated position atop the turnbuckle.

Crashing into the corner post or not, the heiress would take advantage of her opponents slouched over position and seat her recently tanned rump onto the back of her head with her toned legs snaking under her armpits. With her firm grasping of the top ropes and her ensnared opponent in tow, Gwendolyn twisted herself to the side until she faced the audience and Alaina faced toward the ring before crawling down the ropes to lift Alaina's feet up by her ankles, Gwendolyn now applying a torturous tarantula rope backbreaker!!

Alaina was feeling good about her chances as she rushed at Gwendolyn, but all that changed as she crashed shoulder first into the ringpost!

Before she could reel back in pain, Gwendolyn grabbed ahold of her and locked in a very painful tarantula hold! Alaina howled in pain as she found herself stuck! Alaina couldn't think of a way to reverse this, so she tried to push back and power out.... a difficult task given her positioning didn't really allow for her to move very well! Alaina's enthusiasm before was now turning into determination, resisting the pain of the hold. Each little ounce of pain meant precious momentum swinging back into the champions favor.

"D-damn it! Arrrgh!" Alaina screamed at Gwendolyn as she worked to free herself.

None in the audience could have possibly noticed this but Gwen was grinning wildly from Alaina's howls of pain, tightening in the hold as securely as she could considering this was her first time applying the maneuver and she was upside down with blood rushing to her head. A new addition to her arsenal she intended to unveil when she was in a dire situation, and being plowed through the ring post was one such.

The heiress flexed her toned leg muscles in response to her opponents desperate squirming from being put on display like this, Gwendolyn arching Alaina's tortured spine even further over the top rope. The hold was a perfect example of how Gwendolyn intended to use her keen finesse and masterful strategy to trump Alaina's simple-minded fighting tactics of muscle, muscle, and more muscle. The lone caveat of the move was it's implementation of the ropes, signifying that the ref was already shouting at the heiress to release the hold after the 5 second time limit had long since passed.

Once she was satisfied she had milked the move and the referee's patience as much as absolutely possible, Gwen's body slackened and eased up enough to allow Alaina's limp frame to flop down to the canvas and grant her the relief she desired. Gwendolyn followed the Amazon back inside the ring soon after climbing back to her feet, close behind but taking a few seconds to recoup from her own pummeling by resting against the ropes and not allowing Alaina out of her sight...

Alaina was huffing and puffing, trying to catch ber breath. Gwendolyn's technique and sinister intelligence meantsheknew what to hit, and where to hit to inflict as much pain as possible. Alaina worked her way up to one knee as she looked over at the smug aristocrat champion.

As Alaina looked up and saw the contempt on Gwendolyns face she could feel her blood boiling. Gwendolyn stood for just about everything Alaina hated. She thrust herself up from the ground as quickly as she could, charging at Gwendolyn. Alaina wanted to take her head off with a clothesline, and if it took both of them over the top rope and out ongo the mat.... then so be it.

Gwendolyn scoffed and sucked her teeth from seeing Alaina attempt such an easily telegraphed attack. Her headstrong stubbornness was making her predictable at this point. It was as if full frontal assault was the only language she knew, the Amazon clearly not learning from her last attempt to steamroll over the heiress. Luckily the time off to rest up against the ropes enabled her to more effectively counter Alaina this time around...

With Alaina stampeding towards her once again, Gwen would fall backward and entangle her legs with Alaina's in a drop toe hold to face plant the amazon head on. Before Alaina would even register what had just happened Gwendolyn would scurry over to the fallen Amazon and hastily secure her thighs around Alaina's left ankle now bent at the knee. Clamping her hands together with vicious authority below Alaina's chin, Gwen gleefully tugged back on an expertly applied STF.

"...*nngh*...A simple-minded brute with no mind for the game!! Taylor reeks of desperation if she even considered allowing you to set foot into that hovel she calls a dojo!!" Gwens venomous words could easily be heard by the ensnared Amazon languishing in front of her. The chanting audience willed the Amazon to the ropes as her spine would be contorted out of place from the submission. With pinfall being the only legal way to end the match victoriously, tapping out was no longer an option with Gwendolyn bending Alaina's neck back and to the side with all her strength...