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

The blatant eye raking and fluid transition into the subsequent slamming of Julia's masked face into the canvas was the perfect momentum killer. Up until this moment in the match, the perhaps forgotten "No Disqualifications" stipulation had been largely ignored for the majority of the night aside from some light hair-pulling. Hardly a startling outcome considering the honorable tutelage the dojo lackey's were disciplined under, but at the risk of being put through the ringer by the cowgirl, Gwendolyn was unsurprisingly the first competitor to truly abuse that ruling. Leaving the referee's hands tied once again in the face of the heiress' shameless tactics.

"Nngh..." Elevating herself back to her knees after crashing down to the mat herself, the heiress had a wincing expression on her face as she clutched her shoulder to soothe away the lingering soreness from the fujiwara armbar. It was a surge of pure adrenaline and willpower that caused her to ignore the pain enough to follow through with the counter, luckily consisting of her mainly falling back to the mat, which she was inclined to do anyway considering how exhausted she was. Though as her weary eyes surveyed her surroundings and the miserable state of the defenseless lackeys, a laugh-less smile crept across her face through her exasperated panting. One that reeked of sinister and diabolical intentions towards the languishing cowgirl after miraculously finding herself back in the driver's seat.

After her arm muscles felt rested, Gwen would flip Julia over to lay her on her front side and clasp her hands together across the cowgirl's masked face for a sharply applied STF. The heiress' would lay herself across Julia's back while her sinewy legs would be positioned in front of Julia, bridging herself upward off her back in order to add more leverage in the torquing pressure against Julia's neck. The incensed audience would recognize this as the same submission she applied on Julia at SummerSplash and could have arguably earned her a submission victory, Gwendolyn intending to rectify that mistake right here and now...

Julia was dismayed, though not surprised, to not hear any sort of scolding from the ref to Gwen after that eye rake, though the crowd certainly made it’s collective opinion on the matter perfectly clear with a chorus of loud boos directed at the Entropy Champion. But, glad as she was to have the sympathy of the AFW fans, it didn’t do much to help Julia in her precarious situation. Her head was still ringing and aching as she laid there on the mat, a perfect target for the approaching heiress.

The prone cowgirl then felt herself being rolled over onto her front, followed be the familiar feeling of Gwen laying atop her back while a pair of hands pulled against Julia’s head. “AAAAGGHHHH!!!” Julia screamed out as the hold was locked in. The moment was quite reminiscent of Summer Splash, when the luchadora had been tied up in a similar hold. Definitely not a moment she’d wanted to relive, though she hoped this was where the similarities between the two matches ended.

Julia glanced out of the corner of her eye toward Alaina to see if the Amazon was close enough to possibly break up the hold. She couldn’t turn her head enough to get a good look, but she was pretty sure her fellow dojo trainee still wasn’t in much of a position to do that, which meant Julia was on her own. And as the ref knelt by them to ask if she wanted to submit, Julia screamed out through grit teeth, “HELL NO!” And with that, she furiously began to claw against the mat while pushing with her legs, dragging herself and Gwen toward the ropes. Fortunately they weren’t terribly far away. Still each inch felt like a mile while trapped in this torturous hold! But that didn’t stop Julia from crawling for her life, heaving out a grunt with each move forward, before finally lunging out with an arm to try to grab onto the bottom rope!

With the heiress daintily bridging herself upward and practically balancing herself off her toes, the added leverage curved Julia’s spine and neck to an unnaturally crooked angle that was becoming increasingly difficult to stomach watching. There was no slack and scarcely any wiggle room in the tortuous hold. In Gwen’s mind this was all divine retribution for the uncouth cowgirl annulling their partnership and backstabbing the heiress before she had the opportunity to do so herself. Ensnared in the middle of the ring much like with Alaina’s earlier sharpshooter, Julia would once again have to trudge onward towards the ropes in tandem with the audience’s fervent stomping to show their support, akin to a resounding and pulsating wardrum beat shaking the foundation of the arena.

And just like in SummerSplash, the heiress piggybacked off of Julia's desperate trek to the ropes, being hauled right along for the ride until they were within arm’s length of the bottom ropes. The heiress resisted in any way she could think of by yanking back on the hold and skidding her boots against the canvas to curtail the forward movement. Julia’s outstretched hand was eventually agonizingly close to her salvation as she reached forward, the referee already getting in place behind Gwendolyn to ward her off the cowgirl the instant she made contact with the ropes…

...but unlike last time, the cunning heiress would raise her boot to furiously stomp and kick at Julia's hand whenever she reached forward. As if simultaneously stomping out the flickering flame of hope the crowd was clinging to, it was a hope shattering action that emphasized Gwen's disdain for the cowgirl and her intention to end this horribly exhausting match already. Capitalizing on the recent abuse Julia's face had taken, Gwen intentionally compressed the cowgirl's nose in the face wrenching submission. The pompous aristocrat wore a sadistic smile as she bent Julia's nose unnaturally to the side against her interlocked hands and cruelly piled on the sources of pain that the cowgirl had to contend with.

"Who's done now, huh??!!"

Alaina had heard distant echoes of the match as she laid on the mat, trying to collect herself. The drawback of becoming more aware of her surroundings was her becoming more aware of how much pain she was in. There was a chance her jaw was broken, not certain, but she knew it was possible. She heard the cheers, boos and various noises of the crowd which told her about who was in control of the match at any particular time. It was strange, being so disconnected from a match while actually being a part of the match. Had they moved to pin Alaina after the dual kicks to the jaw she would never have kicked out. She also noticed the throbbing of her lip for the first time, and she didn't need to even check her face when she saw the red stains on the ring where her head had previously been resting.

Right now, she was sure it was Gwendolyn in control. For the first time in a few moments Alaina raised her head up off the mat and her suspicions were confirmed. She also noticed the throbbing of her lip for the first time, and she didn't need to even check her face when she saw the red stains on the ring where her head had previously been resting. Right now in the match proper Julia stuck in a hold and Gwendolyn shouting taunts at her and preventing a rope break. If Julia tapped, Alaina lost. She had to do something. While still in a bit of a daze Alaina mustered the strength to push herself up to her feet. She wobbled at first but then steadied herself as she kept her eyes on the pair.

If a running low dropkick could knock Julia off Gwendolyn for a pin, she was sure it would work again to remove Gwendolyn's grasp of Julia! Alaina ran forward and let out a shout as she jumped feet first aiming them right at Gwendolyn's side!

The underlying resentment Gwendolyn harbored towards the cowgirl had resurfaced with alarming viciousness as their re-enactment of their famed SummerSplash match ended up taking a far more distressing turn for the worse. Similarities between the two matches immediately ending when the heiress started cruelly stomping out Julia's chances for breaking up the hold and in the process bruising the back of the cowgirl's.

Shimmering camera flashes illuminated the arena to capture what any betting wrestling fan would surmise is the conclusion of the match. An entire audience raising upward off their seats to get a better view of what could possibly be AFW history unfolding before their very eyes, a third consecutive title defense by the heiress this day forever cementing her legacy in the league's record books as the most winningest and successful AFW Entropy Champion ever. Despite the majority of the hyped up crowd chanting their lungs out for the tortured cowgirl to persevere and overcome the odds, a vocal minority actually began begrudgingly rooting Gwendolyn on simply for the bragging rights so they could claim to have been in the AFW arena the night history was made.

The sheer adrenaline of the moment was intoxicating Gwen's senses, her sweat glazed form tilting backward off her tip toes for the utmost leverage in curving Julia's spine and neck. Her illustrious and flowing golden curls were hanging loosely behind her, closing her eyes to the world as she was already fantasizing about how glorious it would be to bend the cowgirl over herself until she humbly submitted to her. The positively romantic thought brought her to new stages of delirium, smiling blissfully as she felt herself on the precipice of finally proving to the world that she was the epitome of wrestling perfection she already knew she was...

"AGH!!" Until all hopes were dashed by the timely interruption of a resurrected Amazon, dropkicking the blindsided heiress right in her ribcage and catapulting her off Julia. Coming to a halted slump after rolling several feet away, the heiress was now laying deflated with a hand nursing the side of her body where Alaina's boots made contact. Her soft cheeks pressed against the canvas while she mumbled confused groans of pain...

So close... So close!

Bit by bit, the cowgirl had dragged herself to the ropes until they were mere inches away from her reaching fingers! She was so close the fans were ready to applaud her for fighting to freedom once again, and the ref was on standby to call for the rope break. But just when it seemed Julia was going to liberate herself from Gwen’s clutches, a boot suddenly began hammering down onto her outreached hand!

“AGH!” Julia cried out while retracting her hand on instinct. She quickly reached out again, only for another hammering stomp to prevent her from reaching the rope! The pain was intense, but Julia kept reaching her hand out for the rope, only for it to be stomped again and again, each time eliciting a fresh cry of pain from the luchadora. Now there was a whole new energy from the crowd as they began rising to their feet and mixed chants and cheers rang out through the arena. What a telling moment this would be if Julia were to suffer her first defeat in AFW tonight at Gwen’s hands, with another dojo representative in the fray, with the coveted Entropy Championship on the line, and by submission! Not to mention the fact that this would immortalize Gwen by solidifying her as the winningest Entropy Champ in AFW history! Now that was as sickening a thought as anything else...

But Julia still refused to let that happen. The ref was again kneeling by her and asking if she wanted to submit, to which Julia again responded with a resounding, “NO!!!” But with no way of getting to the ropes, how long would her resilience hold up?

Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to find out. Suddenly the Amazon came to the rescue, and one dropkick later Julia flopped to the mat as Gwen’s hold was broken. Immediately the downed cowgirl sluggishly rolled to the side until she’d gone under the bottom rope, then laid there face down on the apron, gasping for air as she tried desperately to recover as get as much of her breath back as she could. The match was alive, and so were her chances. But only if she could pull herself together and get back in this before one of her foes finished the other off...

Alaina saw Gwendolyn rubbing her side and now all the women were down on the mat. Julia had been put through another nasty submission hold, and Gwendolyn took a hard shot to her side. Alaina got up slow and made her way to Gwendolyn. She wanted to add to the pain in the heiresses torso.

"No lying down on the job Gwenniecakes!" Alaina said as she pulled Gwendolyn up to her feet and wrapped her arms around her foe. Alaina made sure to wrap Gwendolyn's arms against her torso, she didn't want any stray punches hitting her face while she squeezed the fight out of the aristocrat with her big bear hug!

Alaina let out a shout as she began to lift and squeeze. She wasn't out to crush the life out of Gwendolyn, but she wanted to come damn close to get a submission victory as quickly as she could! Julia was down, but never stayed down for long. Alaina put everything she had into this squeeze, almost like an anaconda once it catches its prey. "Its over, just save everyone some trouble and tap out!" Alaina said, with venom in her words. The humiliation she felt when she pinned Gwendolyn to a slow count came flooding back to her at this late juncture of the match. The crowd was clearly behind her, with the exception of the Julia Rogers fans who were cheering for their favorite wrestler to get back up. "You owe me for that cheap win with the paid off ref and I am going to take interest with this payment!" Alaina growled to her foe. She could already sense the end being near.... was this finally her big win for a title?

The situation couldn't have been painted any more poetically for the heiress. As picture perfect a scenario she could have envisioned to achieve her ultimate goal in this league and by far the closest she had come to putting an end to this nightmarishly exhausting and one-sided match-up. On the cusp of wringing a submission victory out of her despised opponent before, once again, Alaina continued to  prove herself to be as insufferably efficient at interrupting Julia and Gwendolyn as ever. Now it was Gwen's turn to have her hopes dashed by a timely rescue with the Amazon once again picking up the pieces of her blindsiding assault and targeting the heiress for further torment.

Hoisted back to her feet before she even had time to reopen her eyes, Gwen staggered briefly from the sudden elevation. The lingering pain in her side distracted her from thinking up any last second counter this time around before being locked up in the dreaded submission. Gnashing her pearly whites from the python-esque constriction around her petite waist with her arms entrapped as well, Gwen's entire frame tensed up in the excruciating hold with her legs bending at the knee around Alaina's sides. Enduring the vice-like embrace was still only have as tortuous as having to put up with Alaina's insufferable rambling, the heiress not having enough air in her lungs to fire back or ask the thick-headed Amazon how exactly was she supposed to tap out when her arms were pinned to her side!!

"HugH...GAh..." The heiress eventually gasped in shock from enduring the full force of the locked in bearhug and the way it intensified the pain in her side from the earlier dropkick. Her squirming resistance petered down as the seconds passed by, the Imperial Rose visibly started wilting from the draining embrace. Seeing the knackered heiress sagging limply with her cheek resting on Alaina's broad shoulder, the referee did her job and badgered Gwen constantly about whether she wanted to give up. The heiress defiantly mumbling "...no..." in response, but her light was flickering fast here...

It felt quite refreshing to simply lay still and rest on the apron. Julia desperately needed a moment to recharge and recover, but just as has been the case throughout this wild triple threat match, she couldn’t afford to waste too much time. It wasn’t long after she’d rolled out to the apron that the cowgirl heard Gwen’s gasps and screams ringing out. Turning her head to look into the ring while brushing her golden locks away from her visage, she could see plainly and clearly what the cause was. Julia certainly didn’t sympathize with the heiress by any means, but she did understand just how much pain the girl was in.

But that was all the more reason to throw herself back into the mix as soon as possible. Having trained with Alaina for months now, few knew better than Julia just what kind of damage the strong arms of the Amazon were capable of. And as resilient as Gwendolyn had proven to be, there was only so much pain she’d be able to endure. Especially considering Alaina had wisely trapped the champ’s arms as well. Escape, much less at this point of such a grueling and chaotic match, would likely be extremely difficult at best.

So, grabbing onto the ropes once again and still panting as she went, Julia used them to slowly drag herself back up to her feet, facing her two opponents from the side. Then with a grunt she jumped up to the top rope and sprung high off of it, sailing toward Alaina and Gwen! While in the air Julia brought her boots up and sent them forth, aiming to send a sole crashing into the head of both the Amazon and the Entropy Champion!

Alaina was so close to victory that she could taste it. Many people thought she was crazy for leaving one career and coming into something new to her like wrestling. A big victory here complete with a shiney gold belt would validate her idea. She was crushing Gwendolyn in her hold, and the heiress had no hope of escape. Each scream was one step closer to a submission...

That is, until Alaina's already throbbing head took another nasty hit! Alaina let out a half scream, half moan as she dropped Gwendolyn and hit the mat like dead weight. Alaina didn't nearly black out like last time but the throbbing and ringing of her ears intensified all over again. She knew where she was but it took everything she had to simply stir, laying on her back on the mat. She raised her hand to her mouth, and a small silver lining to this new nasty top-rope-missile-dropkick-induced cloud was that she didn't bleed anew.

Alaina wasn't near the ropes so she had to try to will herself up. This wasn't going to be easy or immediate. "I can't lose like this. I was about to win it again, I can't let it slip away..." Alaina groaned quietly to herself as she began to move. She smacked the mat a couple times in frustration and she tried to get up once. Her head was still swimming. She couldn't see Julia, and Gwendolyn was down on the mat near Alaina, still down just like the amazon herself was. Alaina tried to get up once but slumped back to the mat as a shooting surge of pain started from her head, zipping straight down to her toes. She kicked the mat a couple times, still frustrated that she was so close again to a victory only to have it taken away yet another time. Alaina used this anger to once again slow but surely force herself back up to her feet.....