SS 15 Entropy Title Match: Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt(C) Vs. Julia Rogers

“Unexpected” seemed to be the theme of events for Julia from the moment she’d stepped into the ring tonight. From Iron Maiden’s performance to the thunderous roars of the crowd in favor of Gwendolyn, almost nothing about tonight was going the way she’d expected. Even now, as she was whipped into the ropes in what was ordinarily the start of a borderline standard sequence of events in wrestling matches, already the cowgirl felt like she knew exactly what to expect. After all, she’d done this more times than she could count.

Yet once again, her expectations were completely defied. And just as she turned to face Gwen while bounding off the ropes, the heiress was flying and twirling through the air in a display that caught Julia completely off guard. Having already prepared herself to slide down and attempt a low dropkick, her arm lifting and her body already falling were the only thing that saved the luchadora from getting her head kicked off her shoulders only seconds into the match! Even still, the defending champion’s boot came into Julia’s raised arm and caused her intended sliding landing to be much more rough than intended. Though the challenger was lucky that’s all that happened. Plenty of people had scored knockout blows with kicks exactly like that, and having her name added to that list of victims would’ve been a terrible way to start out her first title match in the AFW.

But ass the crowd oohed and awed at Gwen’s attack, Julia shrugged it off and tried to remain focused, springing right back up to her feet just as soon as she’d landed on the mat. Not wanting to give the heiress time to gloat or bask in the audience’s reactions, she moved right on the charge again, and attempted to latch another side headlock onto the champ. If she managed it, then rather than simply hold onto it like last time, Julia would attempt to roll Gwen over her hip and bring the girl down onto her back while keeping the headlock cinched in.

With Gwendolyn whiffing her strike completely the airborne heiress would tumble and roll from her inelegant landing on her royal backside, frustration starting to set in from what she believed was a near knock out kick hitting nothing but air and from the embarrassing pratfall that came along with it. The shock of Julia somehow reacting fast enough to dodge the booted offense slowed her recovery enough for Julia to once again latch on yet another blasted headlock, followed swiftly by a fluid transition that sent Gwendolyn's nimble frame flipping up and over to a momentum halting thud.

"Hugh!!" Crash landing on her back and splayed out on the canvas after once again being wrangled into another accursed headlock was starting to damage Gwendolyn's calm, groaning into the now familiar and cushiony feel of Julia's chest pressed against Gwen's reddened and wincing facial features. Eventually gasping for fresh air, the constricting headlock was made considerably more stifling now that the cowgirl's entire upper torso was bearing down on her.

The distinctly British audience would show their appreciation for the professional exchange of well-executed wrestling moves with a resounding show of applause towards both competitors, with the heiress unable to hear the majority of it now that she was thoroughly grounded with no current signs of resistance outside of some light tapping of her boot against the mat.

Hearing the cheers and applause from the crowd as Julia brought Gwen down was a big relief to the cowgirl. Words couldn’t describe how happy she was that Drake had made it out here to London to cheer her on in the biggest match thus far of her professional career. Still, it was nice to know that the audience wasn’t entirely against her, even if the applause was more for the exchange of moves than for Julia specifically.

Regardless, after narrowly avoiding having her masked head blasted with a devastating kick, Julia now had the upper hand for the moment as she held the heiress down with the tight headlock. There was no immediate resistance from her foe, who was once again managing to keep her composure for the most part. Although, Julia couldn’t help but grin and chuckle as she looked down at Gwen’s reddening and cringing face.

“What’s the matter, Gwen? Not lookin’ so hot down there.” Julia said, giving a good squeeze to the champ’s trapped head and neck as she spoke. Enjoyable as it was to see the champ like this, Julia knew she couldn’t just hold her there in the headlock all night long. But she could at least wear the heiress down some, which might just prove to benefit the challenger later on in the bout. So for now she’d milk the simple hold as much as she could, and also adjusted her weight to try to get Gwen’s shoulders down on the mat for an early pin attempt. Not that she expected to pin the girl now, but the more energy she could force her adversary to exert now, the better.

Maintaining a speedy tempo was Gwendolyn's cleverly devised stratagem coming into this match with a relatively unknown rookie, at least to her that's who Julia was. With so many legs cut from under her due to the blasted limitations set in by this matches' inane stipulations, the heiress knew that for now it would better serve her to stick to her strengths. Namely an accelerated pace affording her ample chances to connect with her kick based offensive. Which would have worked sublimely in this situation...were it not for Julia having the devils luck in dodging the strike and expertly wrestling her down to the mat like a cowgirl trying to settle down and subdue an ornery steer.

"Obtenez ... hors de moi ..." Gwendolyn angrily muttered in French to Julia's self-righteous bragging, irritated to no end at the cowgirl for having so far taken a commanding lead early on in the match with the most basic of holds, making the heiress look like a rank amateur in front of her hometown crowd in the process. The heiress groaned as Julia's shifting weight applied even more pressure on the cinched in headlock and pressed the side of her cringing face even further into the cowgirls supple chest. The ref would immediately recognize the pin attempt and initiate the count, slapping her hand against the mat and getting to a near 2 count before Gwen would rocket a hand up and break up the pin.

Gwendolyn kept her arm elevated and pointed towards the sky to prevent another pin attempt, but the lack of breathable air and further constriction of the hold was taking it's toll, her breathing becoming noticeably more shallow and labored. Though with the sudden shuffling came an idea for the heiress to not only escape but return the favor. Unbeknownst to Julia, Gwendolyn's toned leg would lift and extend upward, gradually bending backward in an impressive show of flexibility until her knee was inches away from the back of the cowgirl's head. Before the audiences reaction could tip off the cowgirl, the heiress' would arch her slender frame up and collapse back down to the canvas to hopefully give her just enough forward momentum and leeway to attempt to clamp on a wickedly tight headscissors.

Julia recognized that the words coming from Gwen’s mouth were probably French, but that was as close as she was going to get to knowing what they meant. Though she still gave herself a little mental “pat on the back” for at least knowing that much. And despite not knowing what the momentarily trapped heiress was saying, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it probably wasn’t flattering. Although, the look on Gwen’s face and the tone of her voice were more than enough to show how the girl felt about her situation, and that only made Julia grin even wider.

As expected, the defending champ’s arm shot up to break the pin attempt, and wisely kept it up to avoid having her shoulders pressed down again. But having one’s neck squeezed on for so long, especially in as tight a vice as Gwen was in right now, was bound to have some effects, which showed in the increased effort the Entropy Champion was making just to breathe. Despite a few unexpected twists and turns in the outset, this was all looking much better to the cowgirl now. She hadn’t had to take to the air with her signature high-flying offense yet, but in theory, wearing Gwen down like this would make that all easier down the road.

However, the heiress wasn’t just going to lay there and let Julia squeeze the life out of her all night. And suddenly Gwen’s leg snapped down over Julia’s neck like a crocodile’s jaws on it’s prey, forcing the cowgirl to release the headlock while also trapping her in a tight headscissor! “Ugh!” Julia grunted, her masked face contorting in pain and discomfort as her hands instinctively moved to try to pry the heiress’ constricting legs off her neck.

Snapping her sinewy legs shut around the unsuspecting cowgirls neck had taken an exorbitant level of concentration and flexibility on Gwendolyn's behalf, a prospect becoming more unfeasible the longer she was pinned to the mat with barely breathable air reaching her. Made increasingly insufferable from the brief glimpses Gwendolyn caught of Julia's grinning face looking down at her, in effect feeding the flame of her burning resolve to turn the tables on the impudent cowgirl and see her smug face become intimately familiar with the treads beneath her boot.

"Hah!!" The immediate relief of being released from the overbearing headlock washed over her along with the fresh air now filling her lungs. Another round of applause was heard from the audience for the heiress countering a headlock in a fashion not many in the league could pull off. After panting exhaustively on the mat for a few seconds, Gwendolyn would prop herself up on the palms of her hands while still maintaining her leggy vice on the cowgirl. Julia's struggles were making some headway but Gwen's athletically toned leg muscles were the result of a rigorous ballet and gymnastics pedigree, making squeezing her head free an unlikely scenario.

Crossing her ankles to further wrench in the hold, Gwen would lift her rear off the mat and extend her legs outward as she flexed her smooth thighs around Julia's ensnared head with every muscled fiber she had. Her graceful frame would become as stiff as a board as she maintained this elevated position for several seconds, gritting her teeth from the strain before eventually falling back down to the mat.

"Not looking so hot yourself now, huh?...*pant*....or perhaps you are~..." Gwen teased as she flicked her neck to the side to brush one of her curls off of her shoulder and leave an unobstructed view of the haughty smirk on her face, savoring the sight of Julia languishing between her legs. Despite her boasting Gwen still needed to time to catch her breath and recover from the exhausting headlock, which meant keeping the headscissors latched on tight for as long as possible before moving on.

Julia was doing well there for a while. And Drake was the loudest voice in support. Watching his girl bear the champion down to the mat and taunt her with the risk of pinfall was thrilling and even more fun than any ride they took at the amusement park. And this match is all her, all Julia; it's her shot at realizing her own ambitions.

Those stars in his eyes couldn't get any bigger.

Well, especially not after Gwendolyn clamps her legs around his girl to reverse the situation. "Hey! Come on!," shouts Drake. And, in an effort to totally throw the rich chick off her game, he cries out:

"PULL THOSE FAT LEGS OFF AND TAKE HER DOWN!"

In the blink of an eye, the pendulum had taken a rather big swing, as Julia was now the one suffering in her foe’s clutches. And even though the cowgirl’s instinctive reaction to try to pry Gwen’s legs off of her head and neck did make a bit of progress, she already knew the chances of finding freedom that way were extremely slim at best. And what chances she had were quickly yanked out from beneath her as the heiress crossed her ankles, lifted up and extended her toned legs, constricting them mercilessly against Julia’s neck!

“Ughh!” she grunted, now more or less simply squirming about. And as much as she would’ve loved to say something back after the defending champ threw her own taunt right back in her face, speaking was a little out of the question at the moment. Although, hearing Drake’s less-than-flattering words about Gwen elicited a chuckle, or at least, the closest thing to one her body could muster in this position. Still, brief moment of humor aside, Julia needed to escape this hold as soon as possible.

Planting the soles of her boots on the mat, Julia strained against the headscissor while pushing her body up off the mat at much as possible, before suddenly pushing off with her feet and flipping backward, which if successful would roll Gwen over and bring Julia onto her front. That likely wouldn’t break the hold, but despite it putting the cowgirl in a position where her face was being pushed against the mat while her neck was scissored, it would give the rest of her body a little more to work with. She’d then raise her right arm, and hammer her elbow down repeatedly against the heiress’ leg in hopes of forcing her to release the headscissor.

Maintaining the leggy constriction was becoming more laborious as Julia continued to squirm and struggle endlessly in the hold, but much like the cowgirl was planning to do Gwendolyn in her headlock, the heiress intended to whittle away at Julia's endurance as much as her tightened leg muscles could afford while still recouping herself. Breathing fresh air again was enough cause for Gwendolyn to celebrate, though seeing Julia claw at her legs for her own exasperated gasps was what truly brought the heiress that pleasing sense of satisfaction.

The disparaging remarks from the peanut gallery would not go unnoticed by the pompous aristocrat however, shooting an annoyed glare towards the general direction of the echoing insult that was loud enough to be heard over the audience and caught by those watching at home. It was fairly rudimentary to surmise where it originated once she laid her hazel eyes on the same guy Julia was fawning over earlier. A momentary distraction that prevented Gwen from noticing Julia’s methodical maneuvering until she was already flipped over on her front with forearm strikes pelting her legs. The heiress would relinquish the hold soon afterward once it was evident she had lost her balance and Julia would slip free eventually anyway in her loosening grasp.

“..Tch!!” Climbing back to her feet with the assistance of the nearby ropes, rather than automatically rushing in the heiress instead leaned her back against the tethered strands and patiently bides her time while Julia worked her way back up. Waiting patiently and allowing the cowgirl to get a false sense of security before bouncing off the ropes intending to deliver a fleet-footed axe kick to the back of Julia’s head once she was on one knee.

In part thanks to Drake’s assist, Julia was able to maneuver into better positioning without any obstruction on Gwen’s behalf. And from there the cowgirl was able to rain down one strike after another against the defending champ’s leg, which quickly led to the headscissor being released, finally allowing the challenger access to some much appreciated air.

A wave of respectful applause once again came in from the crowd in reaction to the back and forth grappling sequence between the two combatants. As much as she appreciated it, Julia was at the moment much more focused on trying to catch her breath. The heiress had already had a chance to do that while holding her in the headscissor, and now Julia needed to catch back up before she could continue again. She coughed a couple times, and rubbed a hand over her throat.

It seemed Gwendolyn was going to take a moment to regroup as well, so Julia took her time in letting herself recover while picking herself up. But what she didn’t realize was that she’d completely misread her foe’s intentions, and paid a dire consequence for it as she suddenly felt Gwen’s boot crash down against the back of her head with an axe kick! “Agh!” Julia shouted out as she dropped to the mat, cradling her now-aching skull. The cowgirl had utilized the axe kick as a finishing move many times in the past, and was all too aware of what it could do. Julia was in serious trouble now, and was going to have to make something big happen if she wanted to keep her chances in the first round alive.