Entropy Title Triple Threat Match! Julia Rogers vs. "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt (C)

This was it, the payback chance Alaina had been dreaming of. Naturally she wanted to get her hands on Gwendolyn on her own, but any match for the entropy title was good enough for her. Alaina adjusted her leopard print one-piece swimsuit, tugging down on the back to cover her butt just a bit more. The last two women to get screwed over by Gwendolyn's nefarious tactics were now in the ring with her. Alaina didn't want to get some cheap win in a title match, and she knew Julia would come at her hard when the time came.

As she put her kneepads and boots on Alaina thought about Julia. She hadn't lost a match yet, riding a crazy hot wave of momentum unlike anything she ever heard of a newcomer to Friction having. Alaina knew she would be a tough opponent to face, and she honestly envied Julia. Growing up around the ring had its advantages, especially when compared to a late newcomer to wrestling like Alaina. No one at the dojo played favorites in any way, but Alaina couldn't help but think that some of them saw Julia as the golden child. Honestly how could they not? You had an amazingly talented woman in Julia who made the dojo look good on one hand, then Alaina on the other.... struggling to win, or in some cases getting slaughtered inside the ring. Anyone who looked at the two objectively would think that Julia clearly had the higher talent and success ceiling.

Tonight Alaina had to do her best to prove them wrong. As Alaina left the locker room and walked towards the entry way, she thought of how Gwendolyn had screwed over three women to get the title. To keep the title. She was a nasty, gritty fighter for sure. However, she hadn't had a clean win involving her Entropy title run. There was no damned way Alaina would let Gwendolyn worm her way out of this. Not a chance in Hell. Tonight, the best woman was going to walk out of that arena with the title.

As Alaina's music hit the speakers she bound out and began high fiving fans as she made her way down the ramp, bouncing as she went. She was all smiled and upbeat as she went. It wasn't going to be easy by any means but Alaina was confident that tonight was her night, and hers alone. She climbed into the ring, motioning with her hands around her waist, proclaiming non-verbally that the belt was as good as hers! She blew a couple kisses to the crowd and moved back to one corner to sneak in some last second stretching before her two opponents came down to the ring.

Clad in her usual cowgirl boots, Julia had just finished tying the strings of her mask. She’d double knotted them, wanting to make damn sure the mask wouldn’t be leaving her face. This time, no one was going to be humiliating her tonight the way she had been humiliated at Summer Splash. No one was going to disrespect all the years of hard work that had led to her coming to this point in her career. And most importantly, no one was going to stop her from winning her first championship in AFW.

As of tonight, Julia had amassed several victories here, and had yet to be defeated. And those matches hadn’t just been cakewalks against easy opponents. She’d been in the ring with highly talented wrestlers, and emerged victorious each and every time. But Julia’s winning streak wasn’t even on her mind at the moment. Tonight was about capturing the Entropy Championship and bringing a good name back to the title. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt had screwed far too many people over, and it was time to bring her reign as champion to a much-deserved end. But of course, Julia was fully aware this would be no simple or easy task. In a bout with no countouts or disqualifications, her underhanded tactics seemed all but guaranteed to be put on display. And, Alaina would also be out there. As much as Julia appreciated the knowledge that her best friend would be out for Gwen’s blood just as much as she was, the cowgirl also knew it also meant she’d have to fight the Amazon sooner or later. Few knew better than Julia how strong and talented Alaina was, and how hard she’d been working to get better. But the luchadora had no intention of leaving the arena tonight without the Entropy Championship, no matter who she had to beat for it.

Once she was dressed and ready, she stretched her limbs out and hopped a bit on the balls of her feet to get the blood flowing, then was ready to go. “Alright. Lets do this!” she said before exiting the locker room and heading for the curtain. Soon her music began to play over the speakers, and the masked cowgirl burst out onto the stage with a bright smile, greeted by a thunderous wave of cheers from the crowd. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted out at the top of her lungs, “LETS GOOOO!!!!” And with that, she walked down the aisle while high fiving as many fans as she could along the way, then jumped onto the apron and moved to one of the corners before climbing up to the top rope. “YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK?!” she called out while pointing both index fingers skyward, drawing in another wave of cheers, then hopped down into the ring.

Julia then moved into her corner and flashed a grin over in Alaina’s direction. “Lets give ‘em one hell of a show.” she said, then turned her attention to the entranceway. She could hardly wait to get her hands on Gwen. Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to wait too much longer...

After several drawn out seconds, the imperious theme all of AFW had grown to loathe hit the speakers, and the audience hit back with their own immediate chorus of boos nearly drowning out the music itself. Gwendolyn would dramatically push aside the curtain, followed briefly by her jumpsuit clad associates marching behind her. Clad in her form fitting  blue and white frilly wrestling attire that hugged every curve, she stopped atop the ramp to survey her surroundings with a distasteful grimace, scanning the kingdom that was calling for her head...or rather, for her to lose tonight. At that point it was hard not to feel like she was fighting the entire world, shouldering what amounted to the collective hatred of an entire federation. She shrugged the shoulder that had the Entropy title draped over it before initiating her own march down the ramp alongside her entourage. All the fans who were offering Julia and Alaina high fives were only offering Gwen thumbs down and other, more obscene gestures...

Her hazel-eyed gaze remained fixated on the ring she was approaching and the individuals inside, a fearful anxiety growing in the pit of her stomach as both became closer. Even with the rules skewed in her favor and her own preparations in place, none of that altered the fact that she was walking back into the ring with some very...disgruntled...figures from her past...ones who may, just, possibly have some form of grievance with her. The closer she approached the ring, the more noticeable her delayed approach appeared. As if the dreaded weight of the moment was physically causing her to walk as slow as molasses.

Once they were at ringside, Gwen's crew of eight trainers scattered around and surrounded the ring with two on each side, as per the battle plan. The heiress gradually approached the stairs...tentatively walking up step by step...one at a time....cautiously entering the ring at a snails pace...standing up straight and clutching her title belt for dear life, neglecting to even pose with it in the corner. When the referee politely asked for the title belt it took several assertive yanks to free it from Gwen's hands, looking towards her belt being carried away with puppy dog eyes. The heiress shrunk in her corner before taking a deep breath...shaking her head...and working up the gumption to step towards the middle of the ring to address the dojo lack-...trainees~

"Ahem~...now I know that their may be some temptation to form alliances against certain individuals given the circumstances of this match. But I for one feel that would taint the inherent code of honor that comes with doing battle in this hallowed arena. What's more, let's not forget that, as representatives of the Higurashi Dojo, you take on the task of representing such a refined establishment and it would besmirch it's exalted name to resort to such unbecoming actions. I believe we should enter this contest bearing no ill will towards eachother from past discrepancies and allow the victor to be determined without prejudice~..." Gwendolyn folded her arms in front of her puffed out chest and smiled confidently as she let her silver tongue attempted to preach reason and understanding...with the bell ringing soon after she was finished pleading her case.

Alaina has had a lot on her plate lately..... Talia causing her friends trouble and various things associated with that mess alongside the usual stressors of training.  It had been a long time since Alaina had a chance to properly vent her anger.  Right now, Gwendolyn appeared to be the perfect outlet for a great deal of Alaina's pent up stress.  Alaina was going to do all she could to focus everything that had happened in recent days into inflicting as much punishment as possible to win this match.  There was no way she was leaving this ring without that title today....

Alaina smiled and looked at Julia giving a nod as Gwendolyn spoke.  This snobby aristocrat couldn't possibly be serious, could she?

Alaina rushed at Gwendolyn as quickly as she could, extending her arm out at the last minute to hammer the chest of the current Entropy champion with a clothesline!  Sure, Alaina would have to come to blows with Julia at some point but the chance to pound away at Gwendolyn was far too tempting to pass up!

Gwendolyn closed her eyes with a self-righteous smirk on her face, feeling immense pride in herself after having so well-articulated her position. A call for reasoning and fair treatment towards a match that could easily devolve into chaos. One that her refined, tactical mind could handily manipulate to her advantage. *Hopefully outwitting these lowly dojo lackey's through my verbosity and linguistical wordplay will be just as seamlessly effortless as I had anticipated...*

...before the heiress could continue patting herself on the back, her half-opened eyes widened into saucers from the stiff arm careening her way, Gwendolyn having milliseconds to respond and even less time to put her arms up to defend herself!!

"Waityoudidn'tletmefini-Hugh!!" The unprovoked clothesline collided into her well-endowed chest with enough raw force to trip up the heiress and send her falling flat on her back with a painful and unladylike grunt. Her lithe frame repelled back up off the mat into a seated position with a wincing expression and one arm over her battered breasts. Gwen would roll to her side and attempt to put her knees below her and raise herself back up to her feet before the hole she was starting this match out in could get any deeper.

From the moment Gwendolyn appeared on the stage, Julia’s eyes locked onto her and never left for a second, not even to look in Alaina’s direction. It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the Amazon as a threat in this match. Julia knew better than anyone just what she could do. But Alaina hadn’t humiliated Julia at Summer Splash. Alaina hadn’t screwed her out winning her first championship in AFW. But Gwen had done both of those, earning every bit of Julia’s malice. Each step the Entropy Champion took toward the ring was bringing her closer to a much-deserved ass kicking.

Even as Gwen entered the ring Julia kept her glare focused on her, seeing her distress as the ref pried the belt out of her fingers. And when the heiress gave her desperate plea-- or rather, speech calling for a fresh start between the three girls, Julia glanced at Alaina and flashed her a little grin. And from the look Alaina was giving her, it was pretty sure both girls were thinking the same thing: If Gwen thought her “silver tongue” was doing her any favors, she was in for a painful surprise.

Alaina made the first move, clotheslining the champion and dropping her down to her back. The crowd laughed at Gwen’s misfortune, and Julia couldn’t help but join in. But naturally, she wanted a piece of the action too. So as soon as Gwen pulled herself to her feet, Julia sprang forth at her and leapt into the air, aiming a dropkick in hopes of dropping the pompous aristocrat right back down!

There were probably less graceful methods to be reminded of the unadulterated physicality Alaina brought to each of her matches, but at the current moment Gwendolyn couldn't think of any that were more stunningly painful. The Amazon had mowed her down with one thudding clothesline that felt as if a dump truck impacted across her chest, bouncing back off the canvas and into a seated position more out of riding the lingering momentum of the blow than rising up of her own accord.

The pop from the audience resounded with fervent laughter and applause as the match was unfolding exactly how everyone, including that blasted Lukretia, would have predicted. The heiress snarled from the sound of the entire world having a jolly olde time at her expense, working her back up to her feet fairly quickly with her back to the dojo lackeys. Before the match she wracked her brain in an attempt to formulate a plan to avoid being double teamed, but the best she could come up with on such short notice was to make a reasonable plea for fairness. Deciding to give it one more chance before abandoning the entire misbegotten idea, she started speaking once more as she turned to face the dojo lackeys with an arm over her chest.

"V-very-well...I may have deserved that one...but if you'll just liste-Oooph!!" Gwendolyn's second attempt for clemency barely got off the ground before the cowgirl luchador implanted both her boots into her already sore chest, propelling her backward in a tumbling roll!! The heiress was now in full retreat mode, crawling to the ropes and ascending them one at a time, groaning out loud from the early abuse she was taking with that hole starting to get even deeper...

While double teaming someone wasn't a part of Alaina's usual battle plan, she couldn't help but smile at the small measure of poetic justice. However, this needed to stop sooner or later. Alaina saw Gwendolyn climbing back to her feet and opted to help her. She placed one hand up on Gwendolyns shoulder, and grabbed at her wrestling attire down by her waist with the other. If she could take Gwendolyn out of the match for a bit while removing her as a threat temporarily, Alaina would get double the satisfaction of taking it to Gwenniecakes, and ensuring that the dojo girls weren't just double teaming one woman.

"See you later Gwenniecakes!" Alaina said as she went to lift Gwendolyn up and toss her over the ropes, hoping to send the champion falling hard to the mat outside the ring! Alaina put all of her strength in sending Gwendolyn over the top, looking to get as much height as she could into her attempt to unceremoniously dump the champion from the ring. This could potentially take Gwendolyn out for a bit, and allow for the other two women to fight one-on-one...... provided Gwendolyn did in fact go over the ropes to the outside....

If she did, Alaina would turn to look at Julia with a smile. "All right Julia, ready to play with a big girl?"

Once her cries for diplomacy and levelheadedness were sufficiently snuffed out by a well-timed dropkick and burly clothesline, Gwendolyn officially decided to nix that idea and move onto something else before this so-called "Triple Threat" match could devolve into any more of a farce. Neither of her former adversary's appeared to have any reservation against working together to vent their collective frustrations towards the dainty aristocrat. It was indeed a long shot, but the heiress knew she needed to explore any avenue laid out in front of her to find one that could lead to victory.

She ascended to her feet by grasping the ropes one at a time, breathing a sigh of relief over what she hoped was a brief reprieve from the assault...only to have her heart skip from the dread of not only being grabbed from behind by her waist, but deftly hoisted overhead and at least six feet off the canvas!!

"WaitWaitWait!!!" Gwendolyn wriggled and squirmed as she was dead-lifted over the Amazons head and given a sky high perspective of the entire audience in front of her!! Each one in the immediate vicinity raising to their feet to get a better view of the display of power on Alaina's behalf. The airborne heiress heiress was soon afterwards chucked out of the ring, her golden curls fluttering in the breeze before she crashed atop two of her well-placed entourage members and bowled them over to thunderous applause!! Gwen rolled off and away from her unlucky employees to slump lifelessly face first against the thin mat, taken out of the match not so surprisingly early...

"O......Ow......"

Damn, that dropkick felt good. Better than any Julia had ever delivered in her entire career. She wasn’t any more a tag team specialist than Alaina, but anyone and everyone who had followed the Entropy title scene for the last month or two could’ve guessed the dojo trainees would jump at the chance to swarm at Gwen right from the start. And she’d completely deserved it as far as Julia’s opinion was concerned. And when Alaina hoisted the heiress up and tossed her out like yesterday’s news, it was just icing on the cake.

Many in the audience continued to laugh and applaud at the aristocrat’s misfortune, and the sight put a big smile on Julia’s face too. But, as nice as it felt to embarrass Gwen right from the start of this match, that alone wasn’t going to be enough to take the coveted Entropy Championship from her. And once again, it seemed the same thought was running through the minds of the dojo girls as Julia’s gaze met Alaina’s. A part of Julia would’ve loved to keep going after Gwen. But this was a triple threat match, and she’d almost certainly have to go at it with the Amazon sooner or later. Might as well start now.

“I ain’t here to play around. But if ya wanna wrestle, I’d be glad to show ya a thing or two.” Julia replied with a grin, then started circling the powerhouse. The noise coming form the crowd was more than enough evidence to show these people were loving the idea of Julia and Alaina squaring off, and the cowgirl briefly raised a hand while waving it in toward herself to encourage them to keep the cheers coming. But all the while she kept a cautious watch on Alaina’s movement. Naturally, Julia wasn’t going to be winning any kind of test of strength against the Amazon anytime soon, so it was just a matter of creating an opening that better suited her skillset. Once she finally inched in toward Alaina, Julia would hold her arms up as if inviting the bigger girl in for a collar and elbow tie up. But as soon as she was close enough, she’d suddenly instead lash her arms out to try to catch Alaina in a side headlock instead, before attempting to roll her over the luchadora’s hip and bring her down to her back while keeping the headlock in place.