Next in Line

Julia panted as she hang there in the corner, her body too battered to even try untangling herself from this less than flattering position. Still, in spite of the pain she was in now, the masked girl didn’t regret slugging Gwen right in her face one bit. She always had been one to take risks, especially while she was in the ring. Some worked out better for her than others, but this wasn’t one of those.

Not that this surprised her, really. Being outnumbered eight to one, things had been practically guaranteed to go south the moment Julia had elected to put her hands on the Entropy champion. And predictably, Gwen had had no problem letting a small army fight her battle for her. That wouldn’t be the case at Summer Splash. Something like this would instantly mean Gwen getting herself disqualified. But right now, it was all working completely in the heiress’ favor, as much as every booing audience member hated to admit. However, it still wasn’t over yet.

The cowgirl’s face was gently lifted, bringing her eye to eye with Gwen once again, only able to glare at her as the heiress as she spoke. Each insulting word made her oh so desperately want to lash out at the champion again right then and there, but at the moment she simply couldn’t. That would have to wait until Summer Splash, though there was still one final piece of humiliation in store for Julia before then.

She yelped as her hair was yanked back, and within seconds Gwen had ascended over her, and the cowgirl was helpless to resist while the heiress sat down on her face. “Mmmmmph!” She yelled out while trying to squirm free, though her cries of protest were muffled beneath Gwen’s rear, and the heiress effectively rode out Julia’s to maintain the humiliating facesit. It was bad enough that she’d been assaulted by a group of the heiress’ mindless slaves, but having her face used as a throne for her future opponent like this was absolutely unbearable. And the lack of oxygen was weighing on her more and more by the second.

Julia’s struggles began to die down as she felt Gwen swaying her hips form side to side, rubbing her rump over the cowgirl’s face while keeping her effectively trapped and smothered beneath it. Already tired as it was, the lightheaded luchadora soon drifted into unconsciousness beneath Gwen as the champion held her title high and proud, while the crowd continued to rain down on her with a seemingly endless wave of boos.

Basking in the audiences' utter detest for the heiress as if they were showering her with loving adoration, Gwendolyn arched backward until her flowing golden curls hung loosely behind her while she rode out any lingering squirming by the humbled cowgirl. Whatever muffled moans or signs of protest Gwendolyn felt beneath her curvy rump only fueled her desire further to see Julia brought to a state of blissful unconsciousness, pressing down further with an occasional sway of her hips to further engulf her facial features and add to the humiliation.

The heiress wholeheartedly knew how lewd and undignified this may seem for one such as her, but it would be an outright lie if she said that forcing her opponent's into such demeaning positions didn't provide a certain deep-seated...thrill. One which caused her heart to flutter and even brought a reddish hue to her cheeks...but perhaps these were notions best explored at a more suitable time, finally noticing that Julia had long since succumbed to the facesit smother long ago...

With a quick hop off and tidy adjustment of her cobalt blue dress, the heiress would elegantly stride her way out the ring with her handy entourage surrounding her on all sides, pridefully marching next to her with a sense of vindication after having failed their heiress last time. Once on the ramp, with the title belt over her shoulder, her head held high and a glowing smile on her face, her grandiose theme would accompany her victorious march onward, leaving the deflated cowgirl behind after having thoroughly answered for her complete lack in common sense judgment...

Trapped and humiliated, there was absolutely nothing Julia could do to throw her future opponent off her face. Struggle as the cowgirl might, all it did was encourage the heiress to press her shapely rear down even more against Julia’s pretty, burying her pretty, masked face in Gwen’s rump. And as the Entropy champion seemed to taunt her by swaying her hips on her makeshift throne, the once high-spirited challenger now fell completely limp and docile beneath the heiress.

Had Julia known that demeaning her like this was starting to turn Gwen on, even in the slightest, it would’ve heightened her embarrassment a hundred fold. But the luchadora had lost consciousness well before that could ever become apparent. And as the heiress finally removed herself from her seat atop Julia’s face, the masked woman slumped out of the corner and collapsed onto the mat, while Gwen and her entourage took their leave.

“Ugh...” Julia groaned, rubbing her head as she soon slowly came to, only to hear Gwen’s music once again filling the arena. Sitting up and glancing toward the ramp, she saw the champion holding her belt high, seemingly oblivious to the continuing stream of boos and jeers being thrown at her from the crowd. Though as much as she appreciated the audience taking her side, it didn’t make Julia feel any less angry about what had just happened.

“Just wait ‘til Summer Splash...” Julia muttered aloud, even though Gwen was long gone by then. Not that it mattered to Julia. She could hardly wait for the chance to get her payback on the heiress at Summer Splash, and take the Entropy Championship in the process. And once she’d collected herself enough to stand, the crowd cheered as she picked herself up. Julia then moved through the ropes and exited the ring as well, before heading up the ramp to go back to the locker room.