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

Alaina was close... so agonizingly close but both women kicked up, sending her rolling off to break the pin counts! "No, damn it.... NO!" An exasperated Alaina shouted as she couldn't believe that she got that close to victory....

Alaina got back to her feet and knew Gwendolyn had been the focus of more punishment to this point. That meant Alaina would decide to focus on Julia for the time being! She didn't want Julia getting back up, the more mobile Julia was, the more dangerous she was. Even groggy she could make magic happen when she was on her feet. Alaina moved to Julia's legs and dragged her to the center of the ring, keeping hold of both her legs. Alaina wasn't playing games and she tried to set Julia up with a sharpshooter!

However, Alaina knew Gwendolyn could get up at any time. As she tried to lock in the hold she made sure to keep an eye on the heiress. If Gwenniecakes got up she would be aware.

Julia certainly understood the frustration Alaina was feeling at that moment. Both of them had been fighting hard to capture the Entropy Title, and just over the course of two matches had each come so close so many times to becoming champion, only for the chance to slip away. Every close call, every near fall, they all stung. But Julia still wasn’t about to feel sorry for Alaina. After all, to be a champion one has to be capable of fighting through as many of those obstacles as it took to reach the ultimate goal. And though she was down for now, in Julia’s mind that was going to be what separated her from her opponents tonight!

Well, that determination was about to be put to the test once again. No rest for the weary. Or at least, not for Julia. Only moments after she’d narrowly escaped the Amazon’s pin attempt, again the masked cowgirl found herself being dragged closer to the center of the ring, this time by her legs. She then felt her legs being tied up around one of Alaina’s and an alarm went off in Julia’s head as she realized the danger she was in. “Shit!” she grunted, while attempting to kick about with her legs and squirm in hopes of escaping Alaina’s clutches... Unfortunately, those efforts proved to be in vain, as the luchadora was turned over onto her stomach and the pressure of the deadly sharpshooter began pouring on.

“AGHH!!” the blonde cried out, hands immediately grabbing onto her golden locks while she buried her cringing face against the mat. But just trying to block the pain out was certainly not going to help her for long. So she soon started trying to claw her way toward the ropes, though Alaina’s size and strength were bound to make that a difficult endeavor. Still, as painful as it was, she had to try...

Alaina felt Julia clawing her way to the ropes, pulling the two of them along. Gwendolyn was still down, giving Alaina a chance to look over her shoulder. Julia dragged them closer to the ropes than she had thought!

"Sorry Julia, not gonna happen!" Alaina said as she kept hold but walked them back to the center of the ring! As soon as they were there Alaina sat all the way back, giving everything she had into wrenching the hold as tight as she could! Alaina let out a scream of her own as she felt things once again working towards a victory! "Just tap Julia, I got ya!" Alaina said. She knew this might be the nastiest sharpshooter she ever applied, and Julia had been stuck in it for a while. As bad as Alaina felt for putting a friend through this, she wanted to wi more. This was a match that was fought cleanly, there wouldn't be any hard feelings..... right?

In all this, Alaina had kept her gaze fixed on Gwendolyn. There was no way she was going to grab vixtory away from Alaina this time!

The unanimous groan of disappointment from the audience brought an immense amount of relief to the weary heiress. That permeable sense of deflation was her only indication that Julia had the wherewithal to break up the pin attempt and in doing so keep Gwen from losing her Entropy title. As undeniably bizarre as it was, Gwen was earnestly grateful for the blasted cowgirls insufferable tenacity since in this instance it was working in the heiress' favor. Though even with their combined efforts to prolong this match, their own prospects for getting back into this match were plummeting sharply after being soundly rolled over by the towering Amazon.

Whether or not Alaina had correctly chosen who to continue working over was debatable, but what wasn't up for debate was that the heiress was in dire need of this brief respite. Her sweat soaked form was slumped over on her front side, practically motionless aside from light, rhythmic taping of her boot against the canvas to coax herself back into motion. Though even as she lethargically worked her forearms beneath her aching body, Alaina had an unobstructed view of Gwen's slow-paced movements from her perch atop the languishing cowgirl. Wisely positioning herself in Gwendolyn's direction left the heiress with no chance of getting the drop on Alaina, and in doing so was still maintaining complete control of the match...

...which was as a clear a sign as any to intervene for the heiress' distressed entourage!! Julia's anguished cries and hopeless positioning were all the telltale signs of tapping out, and for now helping the cowgirl meant helping themselves as well!! Hopping on the apron in clear view of the referee, several of the Primol employees would cause a ruckus and attempt to bum-rush the ring!! Cindy, the pin-stripped official, would abandon her task of checking for a submission from Julia to handle the mounting chaos and prevent the blatant interference with threats of being ejected from ringside!!

Alaina hunkered down and put as much pressure on Julia as she could lost in her own world.... until she saw the referee leave out of the corner of her eye! Alaina looked over and saw Gwendolyn's entourage on the apron, causing all sorts of distraction for the referee. It was working unfortunately. Julia could tap and the referee wouldn't be the wiser. Alaina wasn't about to pick up an unofficial win in a title match. She needed this to count! Gwendolyn was down, Julia was going to be hurting from the hold so Alaina opted to take action. This had to be put to an end. Now.

Alaina released the hold and quickly ran up behind the referee, moving past her at full speed and right at the apron-dwelling entourage. Alaina extended both arms, looking to ram into as many as she could to knock them off the apron! "Get the hell out of here you corporate hacks!" She shouted as she crashed full force into as many as she could!

Instructed not to intervene unless directly ordered or in dire circumstances, Gwendolyn's steadfast entourage recognized this situation as definitely being the latter. The wave of blue and white track-suited gym trainers uniformly swarmed that one side of the ring and drew as much attention to them as they could, a few of them being bowled over by Alaina but the lucky few she missed remained on the apron and continued in their efforts to offer a timely distraction for their benevolent employer.

Clasping the nearby ropes to steady her weary ascension, the heiress benefited greatly from her crew's chaotic intervention as she was now back on her feet with time to spare before her entourage would run out of steam. Clutching the back of her golden-curled head and hunched over slightly from the lingering backaches, Gwen winced through the pain and took the scant few seconds she had to examine the ring and analyze the situation. The painted target on Alaina's back triggered a plethora of deliciously excruciating and stomach churning counters to flutter through her mind, but the lamentable truth was that Gwen was still reeling from the battering of abuse she suffered through. A hitch to her step that could easily be exploited by Alaina and lead to her being slammed around again and again and again...

...Gwen shuddered from the thought, glancing down and to her sides to notice the knackered cowgirl languishing pathetically on the canvas. A glower towards her hated rival until she noticeably lightened her hateful expression, realizing there was opportunity to be grasped if she simply played her cards right.

"Nngh..." Pushing herself off her good leg with a stagger before straightening her posture, Gwendolyn approached the floored cowgirl and stood towards her side. For her genius plan to come to fruition, the heiress would need to approach this situation with a certain level of finesse and tact as only one as gloriously dignified as the imperious aristocrat could manage~...

"...WAKE UP!!" Gwendolyn punctuated her whispered demand with a heavy stomp to her opponent's derriere, her hands on her curvy hips as she glared down at the cowgirl and waited patiently so Julia could compose her lamentable state enough for them to discuss business.

Julia had dragged herself so close to ropes she could almost taste them! And it had been no easy task, especially considering the punishment she’d already taken and Alaina’s far superior strength. But alas the luchador’s efforts were all for naught, as the Amazon dragged her right back to the middle of the ring and cranked back on the agonizing hold even more! Julia screamed out as her body was contorted back, but still she refused to submit.

“Like hell you do!” she spat back rebelliously at her fellow dojo trainee. But despite her defiant words and all her resilience, Julia quickly found herself questioning how much longer she could last. Making it back to the ropes seemed all but impossible, and she certainly didn’t have any leverage that would’ve allowed her to wiggle and maneuver her way out either. After everything that had happened at Summer Splash, was Alaina really going be the one to end Julia’s title hopes here tonight?

It certainly seemed to be heading that direction. That is, until Julia was saved by the last people she ever would’ve expected to come to her aid. Gwen’s infamous entourage drew the Amazon’s attention, and Julia’s legs flopped to the mat as she was released from the excruciating sharpshooter. Panting as she laid there, the cowgirl hardly noticed anything else going on around her. But then she jolted as a boot stomped onto her rear, as if it had just abruptly woken her from a dream.

With her mind brought back to the present, Julia planted her hands on the mat and started to push herself up, and her eyes went wide with surprise when she saw Gwen right in front of her. The luchadora quickly stumbled back a step, her breathing still heavy while a hand moved to nurse her aching back, but her eyes stayed locked on the Entropy Champion. For a moment, anyway. The commotion to the side briefly drew her attention, just long enough for her to get a good glance at Alaina taking on seemingly the entire entourage, before going back to Gwen again. Shit! What do I do?! she thought to herself, now debating whether to try to save Alaina, who had possibly come close to making her submit only moments ago, or to try to fight Gwen, who seemed the fresher of the two. Neither option sounded very good, but she liked her chances against the heiress than against Gwen and the entourage, and possibly Alaina too. But after what she’d just been through, charging right at the aristocrat simply wasn’t going to be very practical for at least a few moments. So for now she opted to simply keep her eyes cautiously trained on Gwen, waiting to see what she’d do first...

Willingly passing up the opportunity to capitalize on the slumbering and defenseless cowgirl took no small degree of restraint on Gwendolyn's part, glaring back at the stumbling cowgirl once she set eyes on the regal aristocrat. Half of the reason that Gwen was in as bad a shape as she is was thanks to this contemptible dojo lackey, and reciprocating the treatment tenfold was as tempting a notion now as it ever was. However, as utterly appalling as the very thought was, as much as it truly pained her to admit, the inconvenient truth of the matter was that the heiress' would most definitely come up wanting if she attempted to confront the Amazon in the state she was in...not unless she had some...assistance...

"Now look!!!..." With one hand angled on her waist like a tea pot, Gwen's would authoritatively jab her other index finger just above Julia's chest, consistently poking her throughout her proposal with piercing daggers in her eyes toward the cowgirl. "You can offer me you're undying gratitude later for saving us both from your gross ineptitude by nearly submitting to that boorish Amazon, but what say we do each other the courtesy of speaking frankly and get down to brass tacks. If we continue down the path of us butting heads like impudent children, the only beneficiary of your obstinance will be her..." Gwen will point at Alaina's back before resuming her commanding pokes upon Julia. "...And unless you'd prefer to relive the last few minutes, I propose we put our differences aside and deal with the larger matter at hand. Both of our chances for walking away as champion benefit greatly from an alliance...and you know this~..."

The proposal for the most ludicrous of partnerships was now laid bare and awaiting the cowgirl's acceptance. Two warring factions often come to uneasy truces in the face of impending threats that endanger them both, and as bitterest of adversaries as they were, the time for level-headed decision making was their only chance of either one of them emerging victorious. The distracting antics of Gwen's entourage was noticeably starting to peter down, giving Julia precious few seconds to decide on just how badly she wishes to be Entropy Champion, and if it's enough to actually stomach referring to Gwendolyn as "partner"...

Julia fully expected Gwen to rush right in for an all out assault while Alaina dealt with the entourage. But strangely, that didn’t happen. Instead, all that was thrown her way was a finger that jabbed right above her chest, and a monologue the cowgirl initially had some trouble following. It was partly because she was fatigued, but she was also so caught off guard by it that her mind started racing just in attempt to piece together what sort of reasoning the heiress would have to cease fighting and talk to her instead. Julia furrowed her eybrows while looking at Gwen with a look of both suspicion and utter confusion. But the more the champ spoke, the more things finally made sense. Now the masked blonde found herself staring at an offer, and only seconds to think it over.

Though she hated to admit it, Gwen had a good point. A few, in fact. Alaina had been on a rampage, which had now extended even to Gwen’s entourage. That would likely wind the Amazon some, but not enough to make Julia feel any better about the situation. The bottom line was, one way or another, Alaina had to go down if Julia wanted any chance of walking out of the arena as the new Entropy Champion. With more time, maybe she could’ve come up with a better solution. But time was something she simply didn’t have...

Looking over at Alaina, Gwen saw the entourage was just about all but dealt with. Time to make a decision. “Ugh. Goddammit!” she grunted through grit teeth, then hurried over near Alaina, crouching behind the Amazon and waiting for her to turn around. The moment she did, Julia would send a kick at Alaina’s stomach to try to double her over, before wrapping an arm around the back of her fellow trainee’s neck to attempt a suplex. However, after the punishment she’d just taken from the devastating sharpshooter moments ago, there was no way she would be able to suplex the bigger girl... At least, not on her own. Julia had been unable to bring herself to blatantly accept Gwen’s offer for a temporary alliance, but it was perfectly clear she’d need some help from the aristocrat if this suplex was going to have any remote chance of success...

The heiress attempted to keep her proposal as brief and succinct as possible given that time was of the essence, dumbing it down to the point that even the dullard cowgirl should get the basic gist of it. Forming the briefest of alliances with Julia was the only viable solution to the Amazon-sized problem plaguing them both, a testament to how fervently she wished to remain champion if she was willing to team up with the dojo lackey she was warring with at Summersplash a few weeks ago.  

The audience surrounding them who were crying foul over the ringside interference were gradually piecing the situation together themselves from Gwendolyns exaggerated hand gestures. The younger fans in the crowd wearing "Higurashi Dojo" merchandise were watching the scene with bated breath until their childlike minds were blown away to see Julia dash past the heiress and punt Alaina in the stomach, a collective gasp at the tide-turning sight of the beloved cowgirl non-verbally making her deal with the golden curled temptress.

By then the beleaguered entourage had now all been knocked away by Alaina's strikes, now holding each other up at ringside or just laid out on the mat nursing lingering headaches. The heiress briefly remained where she stood well after Julia brushed her shoulder in her madcap dash for the distracted Amazon, a malicious smile on her face with her hand still on her curvy hip as she gleefully allowed the cowgirl to lead the way in their collaborative offense. Even if by some minuscule chance the heiress would not walk away from this match as Entropy Champion, Gwen felt she had just earned her own immensely satisfying victory by coaxing the cowgirl into teaming up against her "good friend" by dangling the Entropy Championship in front of her like a carrot on a string.

The heiress was quick on the upkeep as she watched Alaina attempt the vertical suplex, sprinting over to Alaina's other side and wrapping her own arm around the Amazon's neck and just above Julia's arm. Clutching the side of Alaina's outfit with a firm grasp, the heiress would yell out a countdown so the two of them could combine their efforts at the same time to suplex the Amazon who had been causing them so much grief.

"One, Two, Three!!"