Reignition [Killcarrion]

Echoing encouragement and chanting from Gwens worried entourage came through muffled and nigh incomprehensible over the ringing bells in her ears after having her jaw slammed down upon Asukas shoulder. Asuka was proving herself to be just as much of a troublesome nuisance that Gwendolyn remembered her from her inaugural match. Persistently defiant with an inherent knack for countering Gwen just when she was on the cusp of establishing a dominant foothold in the match. A trait that Gwendolyn may have found admirable in her raven-haired rival if she was not the one who was consistently on the receiving end of it.

Gwen cupped her sore chin while rolling over to her sides, lethargically raising herself back up to her knees while taking her time to recover from the ring shaking stunner. The soreness in her jaw making her incapable of responding to Asukas taunts, though hearing her voice did give Gwen a rough approximation of where she was after having lost sight of her. Once she did peer upward to face the troublesome falcon, her first sight would be the treads underneath Asukas wrestling boots before having her posh face slammed into by the flying dropkick.

"Pwagh!!" The heiress would be knocked off her vertical base once more and be propelled backward to an emphatic thud against the canvas. She remained splayed out until one of her hands would shield and soothe her cringing face while she attempted to lethargically bring herself into a seated position while balancing against her other arm. Frustration building within her...

The dazing repercussions of Asuka's incessant attacks were still lingering well after having the heiress had been knocked back down to the canvas. The heiress groaned into the palm of her hand that was shielding her damaged visage as she gradually propped herself back up into a seated position. Gwen was only just starting to see straight once more through the blurry images before she felt Asuka swat her own hands away and apply a constricting head scissors.

"Hugah!!" Gwen flinched considerably from the sudden constraint around her head, tipping over to lie alongside Asuka when she collapsed to the canvas herself. The pressure from the toned thighs bearing down on her was already starting to wear her down, the heiress scrunching her face as she clawed at the oppressive legs for some manner of relief. Not even daring to notice how precariously close her face was to Asukas' rear until the Red Falcon purposefully shoved her reddened face into her pert rump.

Humiliated and debased by Asuka's heinous act, Gwen muffled groans into her rear would be intensified along with her struggles to free herself!! Eventually the heiress' squirming resistance would whittle down as if she were succumbing to the draining headscissors, going limp as she laid against the canvas...though in actuality she would be coordinating her efforts to spring her own legs up and ensnare Asuka's head between her own muscled thighs!! Gwen would clamp down tightly with her own squeezing head scissors, having Asukas face be intimately close with Gwens crotch in the process.

Clamping down tightly on Asuka's entrapped head, the heiress would cross her dainty ankles from the excess amount of squeezing pressure she brought to the headscissors. Her own blushing visage was thankfully hard to notice from having her posh facial features stuffed against her opponents shapely butt cheeks, but it wasn't any less appalling to be treated in this undignified manner.

The Red Falcon's squirming struggles to break free were eventually gaining her some leeway, and compelled Gwen to wrap her arms around Asuka's slim waist to settle down her incessant fidgeting. Gwen would rock them both over to their sides and have the ensnared pair roll several times before landing on Asuka's back.

The sweltering embrace from their shared body heat in the dual head scissors hold brought a fresh sheen of sweat to the flustered heiress. The shuffling around had jostled Gwen's curly head tantalizingly closer to Asuka's own crotch, the heiress unaware of this re-positioning and groaning meekly into her mound from the dizzying tumble around the ring. As demeaning as it was for the heiress to be in this position, she recognized that this was a battle of attrition that her mountainous pride prevented her from conceding to her pony-tailed adversary!

Despite all of the fervent struggling and jockeying for position, neither Gwen nor Asuka were apparently making headway in the their stubborn war of attrition. For all of their intensified efforts to clamp down on the headscissors, the pair appeared to be locked into what was assuredly an equivalent deadlock. An obvious stalemate, if their were a referee in the ring to call it as such, and one that Gwen's entourage at ringside and any onlookers could determine as well. Instead they had to gaze on in bewilderment, scratching their heads at the bizarre sight of both Asuka and Gwen fumbling and rolling around the ring until eventually they would roll out of the bottom ropes to a resounding thud.

"Yah!!" Gwen yelped from collapsing at ringside, jostling herself free from Asuka while also relenting on her own head-scissors as well. She rubbed the back of her head with a wincing expression, panting profusely now that she had her face dislodged from the Red Falcons rump. Flustered and annoyed from being subjected to the demeaning smother, Gwen promptly righted herself back to her feet and set to the task of preening herself by adjusting her outfit and flicking her golden curls over her shoulder.

"Hmmph...There. Now that I've emerged triumphant once more, I'd venture to guess we can finally put to bed any lingering doubt as to who the better competitor is~..." Gwen pompously stated without even bothering to look down at Asuka, all while she attempted to recompose her regal stature and clearly attempt to chock this one up as a win for her.

Primping herself up with meticulous care towards her sparring outfit and illustrious golden curls, the heiress had earnestly believed she had proven her point after she had so clearly been in dominant control for the majority of the spar. It was only through the briefest of glimpses out of the corner of her eye that she spied her boorish rival reeling back one of her kicks. The heiress miraculously stumbling back into the arms of several members of her entourage behind her after having so narrowly avoided having her head walloped!!

"Why...you...impertinent...contemptible excuse for a bag lady..." Gwen seethed through clenched teeth as she began to approach Asuka with a feral gleam in her eye, though her forward progress would be halted by her employees holding her back.

"We-We should really move on to your next scheduled appointment, Madam Bettenourt!!" Her track-suited lackeys nervously uttered while wrapping their arms around Gwen's waist and arms as they began motioning themselves towards the exit. The heiress putting up a remarkably ferocious fight before they eventually burst through the exiting doors. Another pair of her cronies would hold back Asuka as well, at least until the riled up heiress was safely removed from the gymnasium. Acting on their own may have been hazardous to their future in the company, but they were also given instructions from those of higher prominence in the company to act on their accord in emergencies and should Gwendolyn be incapable of making rational decisions...