Reignition [Killcarrion]

When the heiress wasn't tensing her strained muscles in the rigid lockup, it was hard for her not to get a vague sense of nostalgia from once again locking horns and literally butting foreheads with her raven-haired rival. Arching her own back in a perfect parallel to her opponent's stance, it seemed there could have been a stalemate until Asuka brought down to bear an extra reserve of aggressive energy that the heiress most definitely did not remember from their last match. Gwendolyn just had the last second foresight to flip the tables on Asuka and swiftly reverse their positions. Counter balancing an opponent's forward momentum into an advantageous situation for herself was by now a trademark of how she handled being forced upon from brute strength.

Once Asuka had her back to the corner, Gwendolyn would extend her leg farther and farther behind her with each successive strike of her thigh into her opponent's stomach. Wearing Asuka down with the ab crunching assault now served the dual purposes of maintaining pressure and taking the wind out of her sails before that newfound strength of hers could cause her anymore trouble. After the third strike though Gwendolyn would leave her leg planted into Asuka's gut before sliding her arm around the Red Falcon's neck in a constricting side headlock.

"I see some things still havn't changed~..." Further tightening of the hold led to Asuka's cheek nuzzling right up against the heiress' far more sumptuous chest, Gwen smirking down at another familiar sight from their initial match. Namely squeezing down on Asuka's head with an early lead. Though the headlock was just a precursor to her true goals. If uninterrupted, Gwen would dash towards the middle of the ring with Asuka in tow before sticking out her legs and landing on her rear for an attempted running bull dog.

As pleasantly nostalgic as it was to once again have a commanding lead in a match against her raven-haired rival, Gwendolyn wasn't so caught up in the moment as to not recognize Asuka's half hearted attempts to free herself by pushing and shoving at her slim waist. The heiress responding to the resistance by putting more torquing pressure on the oppressive headlock. The Red Falcon had the distinct privilege of being the first opponent Gwendolyn had thoroughly bested in the ring, and as a result had kick-started her illustrious career in the organization up to this date. So putting the Asuka in her place once more only seemed more like the natural order of things, even if that place meant having her reddened cheeks pressed against her chest.

Sprinting out of their corner with every intention slamming dear Asuka's face into the canvas, Gwendolyn felt supremely assured that her maneuver would go without a hitch considering how tight the headlock was. Though once she was airborne the heiress widened her eyes in fear to the startling sensation of falling backwards instead of forward, gasping briefly before being unceremoniously slammed to the canvas in a ring-shaking thud.

"Gaha!!!" With her upper back and neck absorbing most of the blow, Gwens toned legs would extend skyward from the jolting pain before she would slump over to lay on her front side. Seething through her teeth from the annoyance of the counter as well as the throbbing pain in her upper back, the rattled heiress would gradually attempt to push herself back to her knees with one hand massaging the back of her curly head. Despite her extended reminiscing back to the earlier match, the pompous aristocrat neglected to remember how Asuka managed to escape from that headlock as well...

Cradling the back of her golden curled head after the impactful back body drop had usurped Gwendolyn's plans to implant Asuka's face into the canvas, the heiress remained stationary on the mat for a few seconds to allow herself time to recover. The sudden elevation from being raised that high before being sent crashing back first to the mat having left her sense of balance briefly disoriented with lingering head pains to compound the issue.

Curiously noticing that Asuka had graciously relented in her offensive for the time being, once back on her knees the heiress peered upward to notice her swift-footed rival patiently pacing around her like a predator encircling it's prey. Yelping in surprise from witnessing Asuka's reeled back leg, Gwen remarkably had the wherewithal to swiftly duck her golden-curled head under the air-slicing kick and in the process have Asuka expose her back from pivoting a full circle from whiffing the strike.

The heiress would spring back to her feet and intensely wrap her arms Asuka's waist to bring the rivaling duo ominously close to one another. The menacing glare in Gwens eyes and smirk to her lips may go unnoticed by her entrapped opponent, but once the hold was tightly secured with a reaffirming tug and tensing of her biceps, the heiress would attempt to hoist the Red Falcon up and over into a picture perfect German Suplex!! With Gwen elegantly bridging herself on the tips of her toes for a pin attempt, her steadfast entourage at ringside would start to slap the apron for a handy pin count.

"1!"

Hugging Asuka that tightly from behind meant that Gwen could practically feel the shivering chill go up her rivals spine from the dread of what was about to befall her. The heiress was unable to deny that there was a distinct satisfaction that came from putting Asuka through the ringer more-so than from any of the other numerous competitors she had faced. Leading to her putting extra emphasis on the power behind the suplex to the point where the resulting slam had caught the attention of even those who were simply passing by the gyms doors.

The elegant arching of her spine and precise balancing on her toes helped put extra leverage into the bridging pin attempt, but Gwen would collapse to her back when Asuka jostled herself free. Flipping over and getting back on her feet would come at a stilted pace from the jarring effects of Asukas own suplex, except Gwens eardrums would take a pounding of their own from the sudden screaming outburst. Gwens "lackeys" at ringside would nervously take a step back from ringside while whistling an innocent tune when Asuka mentioned turning her angered attention back towards them. The heiress would remain on point and slink beside Asuka once the Red Falcon was on her hands and knees. She leaned down to coil her forearm and bicep around Asuka's neck to apply a constricting sleeperhold, using that chokehold to restrain Asuka and bring her back to her feet where Gwen had some choice words for her.

"Fraidy-cat...Coward..." Gwendolyn would twist and jerk Asuka left and right in the tightening chokehold with each word the Red Falcon had used to insult Gwen with so far, an angered inflection to her posh voice as she repeated those words practically right into Asukas ear now that they were quite close together again. "If I had anything to fear from the likes of you would I have agreed to this little spar in the first place!? No, I'd wager your frustration stems from somewhere else. Perhaps it was the fact that all it took was one mistake on your part before being defeated by me? Or perhaps it's due to the fact that since then I've accomplished more in this league than you ever could? I think my subordinates may have been doing you a favor by trying to end this farcical engagement as soon as possible, since you're clearly not shaping up~..."

Gwendolyns tolerance for Asukas blasphemous claims of her own so-called cowardice had finally reached it's breaking point, the heiress imparting some rather inconvenient truths into her raven haired rivals ear as she applied the tightening sleeperhold. Her own Entropy title success story and the nagging dread over who was truly to blame for Asukas loss were all contentious sticking points that she knew were lingering in the back of her rivals mind. Her silver tongue sowing seeds of doubt intending to crush her opponent spirits and whittle away at her confidence.

"See? My words wouldn't be so difficult to accept if their wasn't more than a sliver of truth to them~..." Gwen sensually whispered in her posh sophisticated voice, giggling mischievously into Asukas ear from witnessing her flounder in her grasps. The pompous blueblood continued to restrict her airflow by securing Asukas neck between her bicep and forearm, jostling her limped frame side to side in order to add to the disorientation. Asuka's contemptuous rebellion was a flickering fire that the Imperial Rose intended to snuff out in her thorny constriction, intently pressing her crotch right back into Asukas toned backside along with continuing to rub her heavenly chest against her back to add to the oppressive warmth and claustrophobic feel of the sleeperhold.

Though her smug calmness would turn to unadulterated panic when she felt Asuka suddenly spring to life and position her chin squarely atop her shoulder. A sudden feeling of weightlessness preceded a truly devastating stunner as Asuka suddenly dropped to her butt with Gwens jaw crashing down upon her rivals shoulder!! The force of the impact ricocheted the heiress' golden-curled head straight up to stare blankly at the ceiling lights before collapsing backward, splayed out and cringing her face with no immediate recollection of what just hit her.