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

Alaina had ran up and taken a few stray hits from the entourage, but also took a lot of pleasure in knocking them from the apron down to the ground below one at a time. As she surged with adrenaline and felt like she was rolling, her momentum came to a screeching halt as she was suddenly struck by Julia! Alaina doubled over and grunted as the hard, fast hit to the abdomen did the trick and Julia began to try to suplex Alaina.

Oftentimes, Alaina felt that being a bigger women did hinder things a bit. However, right now her muscular curves were working to her advantage as Julia wasn't quite able to get the vertical duplex! Sometimes bigger was indeed better. Unfortunately for Alaina, she felt another arm grab her and heard Gwendolyn's voice barking out orders. Orders Julia was seemingly following!? "W-wha?" Alaina was speechless, unable to say any more as the confusion mounted. She knew she was about to be in dire straits, and if she was to walk out with that belt tonight she absolutely had to pull out all the stops. As Alaina heard the count to three by Gwendolyn, she reached one of her legs back around one of Gwendolyn's effectively preventing the two from hitting her with a devastating double-vertical suplex!

Alaina couldn't be too mad at Julia, as each woman wanted that gold more than anything. However, to some degree she couldn't help but feel a little bit backstabbed. Her confusion changed over to a motivating frustration, and she felt as though she could right a wrong. "Sorry Julia, if you want to work with Gwenniecakes like this I'll drop you just the same!" With that Alaina reached her arms out and around both their necks and as their double vertical suplex failed Alaina tried to use the momentum swing to lift them, attempting to lift both of them up for vertical suplexes at the same time! The crowd roared as they saw the counter, slowly realizing what Alaina was trying to attempt!

Julia wasn’t any happier about what she was doing than Alaina or the crowd. A part of her felt like she’d rented her soul to the devil. But, it’s every woman for herself in a triple threat match, and they had already clashed against each other tonight even before now. Besides, Alaina had helped Gwen earlier by breaking Julia’s pin on the pompous aristocrat. Had that really been so different from this? Regardless, the Amazon was aware enough of the situation to react and prevent the suplex from happening.

“Tch..” Julia grunted in mild frustration as she heard Alaina’s comment. But before she had any time to give a retort, the masked blonde found herself being lifted up instead of the Amazon! “Whoa-!” she shouted out as her eyes went wide with surprise, before quickly uncoiling her arm from Alaina and pushing off of her, landing softly on her feet in front of her fellow dojo trainee. Regardless how Gwen fared, Julia knew she still needed to attack while the opportunity was there.

So almost immediately after landing on the mat, the luchadora took one lunging step toward Alaina before throwing her right boot out, aiming to blast the Amazon right in the jaw with a sudden super kick!

“I don’t think so!”

Tempting the cowgirl luchadora into joining forces against the rampaging amazon shouldn't have come as much of a surprise considering Gwendolyn's sliver-tongued talent in the art of persuasion. It was simply a matter of logic-fueled practicality. Neither one of them alone were in any shape to contend with an adrenaline fueled Alaina after the exhibition of ring shaking slams they were subjected to. Even the dullard cowgirl could comprehend that much, and dangling the Entropy Title in front of her eyes provided just enough incentive for the proposal to go off splendidly...

...until the blasted Amazon refused to be hoisted over in the double vertical suplex, the heiress assuming the maneuver was dead in the water when she felt Alaina's leg coil around her own. As a result, all of the heiress' tugging efforts barely amounted to lifting Alaina's heels off the mat given their leggy entanglement kept her anchored to the ground. "H-hey!" Her frustration gave way to heart-stopping panic when the Amazons arm wrapped her around her head before elevating her own feet off the mat!!

Thankfully being placed back on the canvas soon after what would have been a herculean show of strength on Alaina's behalf, the heiress shoved herself off of the infuriating Amazon with a glare of pure disdain towards her. And in a demonstration of un-choreographed yet perfectly in sync teamwork, the heiress would match Julia's superkick with one from her left leg for a double dose of the jaw breaking strike!

If there was ever anything to show how quickly ones fortune could change inside the squared circle, it was a situation like this. One minute ago, Alaina felt like she was on the verge of forcing Julia to submit. Then, as a double team seemed to be in the works she was again on the verge of pulling off one hell of a reversal.

Now, Alaina could only watch as she seemed to freeze and the two feet flying right at her moved in slow motion. The devastating super kicks both connected to her jaw and Alaina could feel the blunt force and throbbing pain coupled with her lower lip being hammered up against her top teeth for one split second before nearly blacking out. She feel back, not quite knocked out cold.... but calling her conscious would also be a big misnomer. She landed on her back with a thud, the blood from her lip now clearly visible and slowly trickling down the side of her cheek as her head turned to the right. She was motionless, and her eyes were closed. The sounds of the crowd and ring itself seemed like distant echoes in her ears that her mind couldn't quite sort out.

If there was one saving grace for the state Alaina was in, its that if she was pinned.. a situation she was currently powerless to possibly kick out of, she wouldn't be aware of the sudden defeat until well after the match was over. Alaina was so far out of it that she was just a barely awake jumble of incoherent thoughts. The embarrassment and shame she would have normally felt for possibly blowing another sure victory at the last second wouldn't, and couldn't be fully grasped by her given her current state.

Whatever the reason for the unmitigated failure of their vertical suplex attempt, Gwendolyn was absolutely positive it was due to some botched execution on the cowgirl's behalf. Perhaps not securing her share of the hold tightly enough or not putting enough force in that gut kick to secure Alaina's placidity. Whichever incompetency she could attribute to her partner, it was up to the heiress to pick up the slack and salvage whatever advantage they had from their team-up by resorting to her own, more efficient method, of simply kicking the taste out of her opponent's mouth with an explosive superkick!!

The unholy smack of the dual superkick rearranging Alaina's face instantly triggered a unanimous groan of sympathy towards the felled Amazon from the wide-eyed audience, mouthing "Holy Shit" and other uncouth phrases from the jaw-dropping counter and it's aftermath. Gwendolyn herself nearly lost her balance from the raw power she unleashed in that kick, collapsing down to one knee but swiftly correcting her posture by haphazardly scrambling back to her feet. Overcome with unbridled satisfaction after unleashing all of her pent up animosity from being brutally pummeled by this repugnant dojo lackey, the heiress joyously sneered down towards the pathetic state of the Amazon and admired her destructive handiwork.

"Aww~...Once again, so agonizingly close to achieving your cherished goals only to stumble, fall, and collapse into a woeful mess at the finish line~...eh, Alaina-CAKES!!" Gwen punctuated her own clever turn around of Alaina's loathed nickname with a swift stomp to the Amazon's lifeless form, her spiteful glare never easing up off her knocked senseless adversary. The delirious heiress was so swept in the rush of adrenaline-fueled exuberance of finally putting away Alaina that she would instinctively wrap her arm around Julia's shoulder. Celebrating their shared triumph by bringing her in close for a chummy, shoulder to shoulder hug as if they were the best of buddies~...

...The stunned audience taking a break from their echoing boos to scratch their heads at this incredibly perplexing sight.

Julia and Gwen’s boots crashed into Alaina’s face with a sickening smack that echoed throughout the arena, flooring the Amazon and bringing an end to her brutal rampage! Immediately after, Julia turned and took a couple big breaths while walking in a small circle, taking a moment to finally let her body cool down just a bit. Whether it be offense or defense, the masked cowgirl had been on the go for the vast majority of this chaotic match. Every little reprieve was like buried treasure: hard to find, and extremely valuable.

She heard the heiress’ taunting words being thrown at Alaina behind her, and as she slowly turned she saw her friend’s prone barely conscious form on the mat. Julia hated that she’d worked with Gwen, even if only for a moment, to do something like that. Even under the circumstances of the match, it left a bad taste in her mouth. But Julia’s guilt was quickly replaced with surprise as she felt Gwen’s arm wrap around her and pull her in for a... hug??!

Working with the pompous aristocrat for a brief, fleeting moment was one thing. Desperate times, desperate measures. But celebrating with Gwen for kicking the senses right out of her best friend? Oh no. The champ was really pushing it now, and Julia wasn’t gonna have any of it. And immediately after she got over the shock of the moment, her expression quickly turned to one of frustration. “Get the hell off me!” Jerking her inside arm under and around the one wrapped around her, she attempted to latch onto the limb while dropping down to the ground in hopes of locking Gwen in a surprise fujiwara armbar!

Panting heavily to cool the flickering fire in her chest, Gwendolyn was still riding high off the adrenaline fueled rush of imprinting the treads of her boot across the rampaging Amazon's bruised face. Being in such a delirious state of supreme satisfaction can often lead to certain lapses in judgment, such as wrapping your arm around the person closest to you, in this case a bitterly loathed rival. The mind blowing show of camaraderie briefly made the audience contemplate that this marked the beginning of an unholy and thoroughly illogical alliance...until Julia's arm wrenching counter put an abrupt halt to any swirling rumor mills churning out ideas of this being a permanent partnership.

"RAAHAHH!!!" The sudden contortion of her extended arm immediately snapped the heiress out of her ecstatic daze, screaming in agony from the needles of pain stabbing her in her shoulder socket. Julia's remorseless twisting of her arm and hyperextending of her muscles forced the heiress to immediately arch her back and eventually collapse to her knees to comply with her opponent's descending weight around her entrapped limb. Cringing through her gritted teeth with her forehead pressed to the mat, Gwendolyn fastened her eyes shut as she resisted the excruciatingly painful urge to lay entirely facedown on the canvas. Gwen instantly recognized the severity of her situation, that if she were to comply fully with the submission, her freedom of movement would be severely impaired and make any hope of escape a nigh impossibility.

Pounding her fist against the canvas in frustration with her spandex covered rear sticking out into the air, the heiress fed off her own searing pain and the roaring crowd clamoring for her to submit. In response to all of that she started fidgeting relentlessly to make applying the hold as challenging as possible. Shifting, hopping and bicycling her legs around the canvas, Gwen would be an unrelenting force of resistance in the arm wrenching submission maneuver until her frantically moving legs would position her in place enough to drape a foot from her extended leg over the bottom rope.

Making a deal with the devil was widely frowned upon in almost any culture, and not without reason. But now Julia couldn’t help but wonder how many people who’d done so in the past had tried slapping an armbar on the devil immediately after. For the masked cowgirl, it seemed to be working out quite well. And Gwen’s screaming and writhing about was suddenly making Julia feel much better about everything that had transpired over the last minute or so.

“Ready to tap, Gwen?! You’re done!” Julia shouted as she pulled and wrenched on the ensnared arm. She might not’ve been the greatest submission specialist AFW had ever seen. Not even close. But right now she had this arm locked up so good she felt it would even make Cassie proud. And by itself, that thought was enough to make Julia feel pretty proud of herself too in that moment. But unfortunately, the heiress still had the resilience and presence of mind to scramble toward the ropes, dragging Julia with her. And though she fought it as much as she could, it wasn’t long before Gwen’s boot was draped over the bottom rope, and the ref started tapping on Julia’s shoulder while telling her to release the hold.

Had their positions been reversed, Gwen almost certainly would’ve held this armbar for several more seconds despite the rope break. Julia had to admit, the idea of giving the aristocrat a taste of her own medicine in that regard was tempting. But, she opted against it and let go of the arm. But that didn’t mean she intended to give the champ any breathing room. Pulling herself back to her feet, Julia then reached down to grab onto Gwen’s head before trying to guide her back to a vertical base.

“C’mon now. I ain’t done with ya yet...”

If the searing pain coursing through her shoulder socket wasn't sufficient enough motivation for the heiress to devote her waning energy resources to break up the hold, the sickening sound of the audience cheering Julia on gave her that little extra incentive to dig down deep and disappoint all of the tactless dojo supporters. Flopping around on the canvas like a fish out of water wasn't the most flattering image of her, but she was willing to make that sacrifice if it prevented her from having to concede her Entropy Title and her first submission loss to the dojo lackey.

Scrambling for the ropes with every fiber of her being may have been a harrowing sight if it came from most any other competitor, but the audience let their disapproval be heard when Gwen's foot draped over the bottom rope. Once Gwendolyn regained control of her tortured limb she immediately began massaging away the lingering discomfort in her shoulder from having her arm so unnaturally contorted. The frenzied journey to the ropes left her exceptionally exhausted from over-exerting herself and from having to haul Julia's own deadened weight fighting her the entire way. Laying flat against the mat with her golden curls splayed all around her head, the sweet relief felt from being released from the arm wrenching submission would be tragically short lived once Julia started ushering her back to her feet.

The rigors of the match were visibly taking their toll on the heiress as she wearily leaned into Julia to steady her lethargic ascension. All too familiar of what the dojo lackey was capable of with the right amount of momentum behind her, she intentionally slackened in Julia's grasps to prolong this rising motion and give herself more time to think. Eventually coming to as basic a solution to her problem as possible. Once Julia would finally bring the heiress standing upright, she'd be rewarded for her efforts with a swift and severe raking to the eyes!! Continuing on after with her blatant cheap shot, the heiress would rush to Julia's side and intertwine her left leg with Gwen's right. Then she would clench her hand deeply into the cowgirl's blonde roots, wrench her head back enough so she could see the house lights, and collapse forward to implant Julia's masked face into the canvas with a reverse russian legsweep!!

Gwen sure as hell wasn’t the only gal in the ring feeling the effects of this intense match. Alaina was doing a picture perfect impersonation of a corpse not too far away. And even as Julia guided the worn out champ to her feet her heavy breaths were showing her fatigue as well. It was times like these that made the cowgirl really appreciate all the hours of relentless and excruciating training, at the Higurashi dojo and even before that. Cardio had been strongly emphasized in her training regiments everywhere she’d been, and that was likely a key reason she was able to keep fighting on. And of course, for Gwen and Alaina to have weathered this storm for as long has they had was quite a testament to their endurance as well. Still, someone had to run out of gas eventually, and Julia didn’t intend filling that role.

The heiress seemed a bit more gassed than even Julia had thought, and slumped against her and hang in her grip like dead weight. The sight itself would’ve been encouraging, if not for the fact that it was making it harder to lift Gwen back up. “Ngh. Get up ya damn cow-- AGH! SHIT!!” she shouted, abruptly moving her hands protectively over her eyes after Gwen’s fingers raked over them.

Temporarily blinded from the aristocrat’s dirty tactic, and focused on the sharp pain it caused, Julia hardly even noticed the feeling of Gwen’s limbs tangling around her. And by the time she opened her eyes again, it was just in time to get a split-second glance at the mat before she collided into it. “UGHH!!!” she gasped upon impact as Gwen took her down with a perfectly executed reverse russian legsweep. Heavily dazed from the collision, Julia let out a small groan while a hand weakly and slowly moved to rest against her head.