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

Julia felt like she was moving in slow motion as she twisted through the air and sent her boot rocketing toward Gwendolyn’s masked head. And then her foot struck the skull of the Entropy Champion with a loud smack that resounded through the arena, rivaled only by the unanimous gasping and groaning of the crowd in response to the blow, which brought the heiress down to the mat. Julia collapsed right beside her, but then shakily pushed herself back up to her feet, letting out as mighty an adrenaline-fueled roar as the luchadora could muster!

Every time the cowgirl had seemingly come close to getting the drop on Gwen and moving a step closer to victory, the aristocrat had managed to rip that momentum right out from under Julia’s feet. But now, the dojo trainee saw what very well could be her chance to close in on what had been an elusive first victory for her in this two out of three falls bout. However, her last attempt to do so had backfired horribly and blown up in her face. And she wasn’t about to let history repeat itself so easily tonight.

Moving over to Gwen’s floored body, Julia grabbed an arm and hoisted her adversary off the ground. Putting one arm over the girl’s shoulder and another between her legs, Julia attempted to scoop Gwen off her feet, and would then drop the defending champion back-first over the cowgirl’s knee with a backbreaker! But that was just the beginning. Immediately after, the luchadora would drop Gwen down onto her back and step over her into the corner, then once again begin ascending the turnbuckles to the top rope! The crowd knew what was coming, and people started rising to their feet in anticipation. And as soon as Julia was on the top rope, she’d straighten up before springing back into a corkscrew moonsault, once again attempting to crash down onto Gwen with her finishing move, the Stardust Press!

Whatever lingering dizziness Gwendolyn may have still been recovering from since Julia's last rebounding counter off the ropes was exasperated tenfold after the dojo lackey connected with her vicious overhead kick, laying the poor aristocrat out with her golden curls splayed all around her head.

"Nnngh..." Gwendolyn cringed from the chilling sound of Julia's primal roar, a haunting indicator that the cowgirl was riding high from her momentum building counter which didn't bode well for the poor heiress. Lethargically working her way upward to her hands and knees proved fruitless once the cowgirl seamlessly hoisted Gwen off her feet and clutched her limp frame horizontally across her chest. Before any semblance of resistance could be mustered up, the cowgirl implemented the second phase of her momentous comeback by slamming Gwen down spine first over her unforgiving knee. A shrill agonized cry escaped her lips upon impact, her exceptionally flexible body draped lifelessly over Julias knee before being unceremoniously shoved off of the bony joint.

The heiress scrunched her face from the immobilizing pain coursing throughout her battered frame. Any notion of moving any of her limbs in the slightest was a pure pipe dream due to her agonized lower lumbar, Gwendolyn remaining spread-eagled and unknowingly giving Julia no-greater target for what she had planned next. The hyped up audience rose to their feet right along with Julia as she stood precariously on the top ropes, sparkling camera flashes capturing her second attempt at her high-flying finisher.

The raucous approval stirred Gwen back to life somewhat, peering up to notice the familiarity of her surroundings just in time to dread the outcome. She caught a fleeting glimpse of the spiraling cowgirl before being flattened beneath her, splashing perfectly onto her exposed abs!! Every modicum of air was driven out of Gwens lungs as she curled up beneath the cowgirl upon her meteoric impact, thunderous fanfare and applause from Julia's won over supporters sounding off as well. After wordlessly gasping for fresh air the dainty aristocrat would collapse limply against the mat, thoroughly deflated and eyes sewn shut.

Camera flashes filled the arena as Julia gracefully soared through the air before crashing down right on top of Gwen’s midsection! And despite being far from the crowd favorite in this match, the entire building seemed to erupt with thunderous cheers once she had nailed her landing. And truth be told, Julia genuinely appreciated that just as much as the fact that she had seemed to knock Gwen unconscious with her move. Winning over the crowds had always been something Julia took pride in, and it had been an especially difficult task tonight. And with this being the biggest match of the young starlet's career, it made it all the more special.

Almost immediately after splashing down onto Gwen, Julia swung a leg over the heiress’ prone form to sit on the girl’s chest while facing her feet. She then reached out to grab the defending champion’s legs and pulled them back, tucking both of them beneath her arms and folding Gwen up. Though this was far from a flattering position for the aristocrat to be in, her many fans in attendance would certainly appreciate the excellent view they were getting of Gwen’s royal derrière. And of course to Julia, this felt like a nice way to pay her foe back for the humiliating pin in the first round.

Once she’d settled into her seat on top of Gwen for the pin attempt, the ref knelt down right beside them and slapped the mat to start the count.

“ONE...!”

In what had become a remarkably steep fall from her commanding lead in the match, the battered heiress found herself on the receiving end of a non-stop assault intended to leave her thoroughly incapacitated and a prime target for Julia's high-flying finisher. Her throbbing head pains disoriented her to the point where coherent thought was a chore, and the debilitating back-breaker made it impossible for her to move in the slightest let alone execute any semblance of a comeback. Unlike earlier in the match, Gwendolyn had neither the time nor physical or mental acumen to counter the impending daredevil antics of the dojo lackey this time around.

""Nnngh..." The sudden weighted sensation of Julia mounting her heaving chest coaxed some life back into her, groaning meekly before the cowgirl synched in the dominant pin position by hooking both of her limp legs tightly under her arms. The demeaning positioning of the pin left Gwen curled up into a pretentious ball with the entirety of the audience getting an unobstructed and crowd pleasing view of her curvy rear as a result. Gwen scrunched her reddened face as she struggled to endure this utterly debasing pinning predicament, as if the cowgirl had rustled an ornery livestock and was pinning it down to subdue it all while the paparazzi snapped their headlining photos.

"2!"

Julia's hefty weight along with her own petite frame weighing down on her shoulders all made the pin count rudimentary. The seamless transitions between the hurricane of offenses left Gwen still too dazed and pummeled to mount any form of resistance aside from some light squirming that had zero chance of breaking up the hold. The heiress heart raced as she heard the referee sound off in the distance, the pin-stripped official slapping her hand against the canvas in what would only be the second pinfall loss of Gwendolyn's illustrious wrestling career.

"3!"

Julia felt Gwen starting to lightly squirm, but it wasn’t nearly enough to budge the cowgirl off the pinned heiress. She knew she had this round in the bag, and her lips spread into a big, bright smile. Each count announced by the ref was like music to Julia’s ears, especially as the crowd counted out right along. In a way it almost felt like Gwen’s own hometown fans were starting to turn on her, which made it all the sweeter for Julia. And as soon as the three count was made, the whole building seemed to erupt again. After all the action that had taken place tonight, the audience was clearly pleased to see that this match was going to continue for one more round!

Staying in place on top of Gwen, just as the aristocrat had done to her after the first round, Julia grinned while glancing back and down at the defending champion’s face. “Better get used to this feeling, ‘cause you’re gonna be right back down there again soon. And next time, it’s gonna mean me takin’ that title.” With that, she raised a hand and brought it down for a sharp smack right on Gwen’s upturned rear, much to the delight of the viewing crowd, standing up and heading off to her corner.

She ascended onto the middle rope while pointing both index fingers skyward and shouting out, “Y’ALL READY TO SEE A NEW CHAMPION?!” Julia knew the enthusiasm of the crowd was likely still more due to the general excitement of the match rather than for her specifically. But she was going to enjoy every bit of it nonetheless. And her gaze moved to find Drake, and once she did smiled and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know she was confident as ever heading into the final round. Julia then came back down from the rope and took a few deep breaths as she turned back to face her adversary. This was it. One pin each, and whoever took this next one was leaving London as the Entropy Champion!

When Julia's eyes find her Drake, he's amidst wild, unapologetic cheer. Those deep, dark eyes are wide, with a broad, tooth-pinging smile. She got to nail her finisher! Finally! And now that the score is evened up and Julia's clearly in such good spirits, he's sure she's got this in the bag! And what a way to establish herself in the ranks!

As she flashes him an upturned thumb, the young model places his palm to his lips and blows her a kiss with a wink in response. "One more, baby, one more!," he tries to shout over the roar of the crowd. "She's cocky! Use that! It's all you from here on out!"

The heiress scrunched her reddened face as she overheard the pervy catcalls from the British audience getting a rise from seeing the dainty aristocrat get treated in such an undignified manner!! Infuriated not only from the humiliating spank and the damage to her mountainous ego, but how this was now becoming a re-occurring trend with her opponents, practically all of them having tanned her behind in some way or another!!

"...uggh..." As utterly incensed as Gwendolyn was, the heiress literally couldn't find the right words to fire back at the cowgirl. Due to her body being folded up like an accordion along with Julia's plump rear weighing down on her chest, she barely had enough air to breath let alone reply with anything outside of choked groans. There was no greater relief once the cowgirl finally dismounted her and allowed her weary frame to collapse against the canvas. From battered head to toe, Gwendolyn was visually reeling from the whirlwind offensive, one arm hugging her caved in stomach as she arose, smacking the ref's hand away when she offered to help. She shuffled off to lean against her own ring corner with her head hung low and her hands grasping the top ropes, taking as much to recover as she could while her loosely hanging golden curls hid her scowling face from the world.

The heiress couldn't fathom how this...trumped up...lowly...dojo flunkey had handed Gwen her first pinfall loss since encountering her beloved Nikolette in the Friction World Cup. It was...jarring...and served well to hammer home the fact that she was now in absolute danger of relinquishing her Entropy title tonight. The wheels in her pompous mind spun feverishly to contemplate how best to proceed, but a swelling rage encompassed her thought processes. Not just from her recent embarrassment, but from how the dojo lackey was winning over the audience...her audience, in what was meant to be a one-sided trouncing of her opponent for her illustrious homecoming.

The London crowd was stomping their feet and clapping their hands in unison in ardent approval of the continuation of this matchup. The anticipation palpable at this point. Once the bell rang signifying the beginning of the final round, Gwen spun in place and marched towards Julia with her fists clenched and a look of righteous indignation on her face. Glaring red-hot daggers at the dojo lackey from afar, once a few feet away Gwen would take a running leap towards Julia and attempt to wrap her sinewy thighs around the cowgirls waist. Clamping on tightly with her legs and proceeding to wail continuous jabs into her masked face in a blind rage, the audience erupted from the decidedly more exciting kickoffs than any of the other previous rounds!!

Gwen had quite a different demeanor now than she did at the start of tonight’s match, and the sight brought a grin to Julia’s lips. The pompous, arrogant aristocrat who had so confidently carried herself into the ring as if she had already won the match was now slumped against the corner with her head hanging low, and both arms gripping the ropes to help her keep her balance. Though she knew her opponent would likely never admit it, Julia felt she’d proven she was more than just some dojo lackey who was challenging for a title tonight purely solely because of luck. She had just pinned Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt, a feat only one other person in the AFW had accomplished.

Now she just had to do it one more time, and the Entropy Championship would be hers.

After another moment of catching her breath, Julia crouched down a bit and put her hands up as the bell rang to initiate the final round. The first two rounds had started with pretty straightforward lockups, so the luchadora figured this time would likely be the same, and started inching out of her corner toward Gwen. However, the heiress was fully intent on taking the fight right to Julia from the outset of this one. The glare coming from the defending champion as she marched was enough to make that known. And once they were close Gwen suddenly leapt right at Julia, latching onto the surprised cowgirl!

“Aggh!” Julia gasped out as the powerful legs clamped around her waist, while stumbling back because of Gwen’s weight and the first few punches that smashed right into her masked head. Quickly pulling her arms up to guard her head as much as possible, the cowgirl’s back hit against the corner, which she tried to use to reverse her momentum and send her forward. If she could take a step or two out toward the center of the ring, she’d then fall forward in an attempt to slam Gwen down with something of a makeshift spinebuster!

While Gwendolyn had entered the match with utmost confidence in her capabilities and a pompous swagger to her step, all manner of grace and civility were nowhere to be seen at this point. Giving way to unrestrained rage from having to suffer this impudent cowgirls stubborn resistance for much longer than she anticipated. It was a distinctly feral side to her that only emerged when things weren't going her way, as was the case in this match after the humiliating pin-fall. It gave her enough adrenaline to push forward and catch the dojo lackey off guard at he very least, latching onto her waist and repeatedly striking Julia to her hearts content.

Gwendolyn sneered delightedly as Julia staggered backward and cornered herself against the turnbuckle, each fist connecting square with Julia's eye and the side of her masked face until the cowgirl managed some meager defense by raising her arms to shield her head. Her crimson mask no doubt afforded some scant protection, but Julia was clearly rattled by the aggressive kickoff to this match. Gwendolyn was absolutely by no means a "brawler" by any stretch of the imagination, but for no she was content with simply inflicting pain on her opponent in any possible way and hopefully disorienting her enough to allow for easier transitions into other, less brutish moves in her repertoire.

In any case...that was to be the plan. Until Gwendolyn gasped audibly from being carried out of the corner like a child and slammed back down to the canvas with a ring shaking crash. "GAAAHHHAA!!"  The heiress' shrill scream punctuated just how painful that was for her, arching her battered back and inadvertently shoving her heaving, sweat glistened chest into Julia's masked face before collapsing back down in an exhausted slump. Her sinewy legs would gradually uncoil from Julia's waist as all the aches and pains from her earlier backbreaker were now given new life...

Powerful slams were rarely a big part of Julia’s offensive scheme in her matches. It wasn’t that she was weak, necessarily. Her body was pretty well toned for her size, after all. But lifting people for those high impact slams was an easy way to exhaust her limbs, and extra fatigue would likely interfere with the quick-paced, high flying style the cowgirl excelled with. But in this case there was little choice in the matter, though it actually seemed to work out quite well for the luchadora.

The loud impact of Gwen’s body against the mat rang out through the arena, and Julia momentarily got a face full of the heiress’ chest before the girl flopped down again. And perhaps most importantly, the defending champion’s strong legs slowly unwrapped themselves from around the dojo trainee, who immediately took advantage of it by taking in a few very welcome breaths of fresh air. But she knew she likely didn’t have much time for rest. Gwen was one pissed off aristocrat, and would likely be throwing her rage at Julia once again momentarily if the cowgirl didn’t act fast.

So Julia quickly pulled herself up to her feet and stood by Gwen's body, waiting for her to start attempting to pick herself up. And once she did, the luchadora would fire a roundhouse kick aiming right for Gwen's forehead. Whether it hit or not, it's main goal was to get the heiress on her back again. And if she could get her there, then with her back turned to the champion Julia would suddenly flip backward to execute a standing moonsault, aiming to come splashing down right on top of Gwen!