Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Akiha Kosha - Aristocratic Warfare~

Now that the match had found it's way back in the ring after the unmitigated chaos that had erupted from scarcely a few minutes at ringside, the heiress knew that constant pressure was the method by which she would keep her aristocratic rival subjugated. The well-being of her assistant Yayoi or any of her entourage members would scarcely be thought upon as she kept her focus fixated on the task at hand. Bounding upwards intending to ram her knee into the open target of Akiha's upper back, Gwens heart sank when she witnessed that target roll off to the sides and leave her with nothing but wide open canvas to crash her knee into.

"Nngh..." Gwen flinched from jamming her knee onto the much less pliable surface of the ring. Her knee pad having absorbed most of the impact but the stinging residuals lingered, though the pain centered in her knee was a unpleasant reminder of her Avalanche match with Ace after delivering a face buster onto the metal rungs of a ladder.  

Hobbling at a slower pace with her emphasized leg slightly bent as a result, Gwen herself was just now as much of a target as Akiha would deliver a swift side kick that connected with her partially shielded face with one of her arms. It was a jarring enough impact to send the heiress rolling towards the ropes until she came to a sudden stop just beneath the bottom rope, grasping the tethered strand as leverage to work her way back up once more with her pained face hidden beneath her drooping golden curls...

Like sharks sensing blood in the water, swiftly capitalizing on a weakened opponent was a trait that both aristocratic ladies seem to specialize in. Though Gwens impetuousness was only rewarded with a flattened canvas to ram her knee into and an equally jarring slicing kick that propelled her tumbling back to the ropes. Barely raising her forearm to shield herself mitigated some of the damage, but the impact still left the heiress stunned enough to be put on the defensive. Gwen was understandably frustrated from contending with someone who was just as adept at evading danger as she was. Still on one knee and with an angered glare in her eye, Gwen would turn toward her raven-haired rival milliseconds before Akiha's hip attack hit home.

"Gah!!" Gwen groaned from having Akiha's curvy rear bounce off of the heiress sophisticated facial features with an audible smack, enough momentum behind it to have the aristocrat sharply whiplash backward. Propping herself against the middle rope with her back turned to Akiha, the heiress groaned exhaustively and shook her golden curled head to regain her composure from the embarrassing offensive. With every successful strike on Akiha's part, the Japanese faithful would chime in with incessant applauding and chanting of her name from seeing the momentous turn around against the loathed former Entropy Champion.

Thoroughly disrespected by Akiha's cheeky face check, the heiress was inwardly fuming from the degrading assault. Prolonged breaths helped settle down her boiling temper, remaining calm rather than losing her dignified poise and grace so early on. Mind games were a part of Gwens repertoire as well. And she had no intention of being thrown off her game so easily. Gwen scrunched her face and climbed the ropes to hopefully get back to her feet unencumbered. Though no sooner did she feel the canvas beneath her feet than she was sent hurtling towards the nearest corner of the ring. Twisting her back in time to bounce off the padded turnbuckle, the residual inertia caused the heiress to stumble forward a few steps before Akiha would dropkick her square in her chest.

"Hugh!!" Gwen was knocked clear off her feet from the heart stopping collision, enough force behind it to have her upper back and shoulder blades crash into the canvas before she would slump to her side. Coughing through ragged breaths from having the wind knocked out of her sails and lungs as well, Gwen would resort to a humble retreat and rolling once more to the adjacent ropes. Her raven haired rival was incessantly on point in terms of keeping up her offensive. So rather than attempt once more to get back to a vertical position, Gwen opted to remain supine and take the time to collect her thoughts...

Gwens's pained face was hidden beneath the golden curls splayed around her head as she willingly remained floored from the jarring dropkick. With Akiha taunting down at her from her lofty position in the driver's seat of this match, Gwen grit her teeth and shot Akiha a spiteful glare after tilting her head slightly up. Searing into her mind that Akiha was the first individual to dare to call her the former champion...

"Ngh..." Gwen weakly groaned but sluggishly obeyed as Akiha clasped her hands into the golden curls she admired to haul the heiress back up. Practically limped and deadweight as she arose, Gwen leaned heavily into Akiha as a sturdy figure to prop herself against and steady her ascension. The heiress would be pawing at her opponent's toned thighs and the side of her pearl white outfit for any grip she could find. A pitiable and nigh pathetic sight to behold from the definition of prideful regality...

...and a deceitful cover that has yet to fail her. Once on her feet, Gwen would swipe away Akiha's grubby hands in her hair and cup the back of her opponents neck. Tugging her forward to bring the wealthy duo's faces uncomfortably close before presenting between them what she had hidden in other hand...the makeup compact Gwen had left at ringside. A sly smirk on Gwens face before she huffed and puffed an enormous cloud of makeup face powder in Akiha's eyes while releasing her neck as well!!

Suffering through Akiha's offensive charge was an exhausting and demeaning ordeal, but it was almost entirely worth it for the briefest glimpse of her stunned face from getting an impromptu makeover. The cloud of colorful powder that seemingly appeared from out of nowhere brought about several shocked gasps before their seething booing got underway. Growing louder and more venomous once the pompous aristocrat began to examine her elegant visage in the mirror of the compact, primping her hair with a delightful smirk before tossing the compact out of the ring.

The chastised referee was just as baffled as anyone else at what just transpired, but for all she knew, the makeup compact was simply one of the many pre-approved weapons of nobility littered along the ring. Therefore she ignored the calls for Gwens disqualification and signaled for the continuation of the match. The heiress was all too happy to oblige as she approached her blinded rival, stealthily stepping to Akiha's side and coiling her arm around her rivals neck in a standing inverted facelock.

"It appears we both may have had divergent expectations coming into this altercation, Madam Kosha. You see...I expected less than nothing from you~..." Gwen retorted in her posh accent, reasserting the headlock encircling Akiha's face in her armpit with a strained tug. The lack of concerted effort to choke Akiha out or wrench her neck would be noticeable. The heiress intended to simply situate her rivals head in place before elegantly rotating her leg until it was over Akiha's throat and dropping to a split legged seated position in an inverted leg drop bulldog, crashing Akiha back down to the canvas with Gwens toned leg across her windpipe.