Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Akiha Kosha - Aristocratic Warfare~

"Oui, oui!"

Yayoi nodded to Gwendolyn's questioning. Akiha was put on display, her tightly clad features and sweat soaked body ready for the crowd and those watching at home to ogle. She was in the upper crust, but Yayoi knew that she was no match for Gwendolyn and she loved the feeling of holding the Japanese aristocrat on display for her Mistress.

Unfortunately, it her revelry would only last a moment as Akiha crushed her between the barricade and her lithe back. "Ughh!" Yayoi's grip loosened but as Gwendolyn slipped through the ropes, Yayoi did her best to hold onto Akiha's hips long enough to hold her in place for the kick, once again, being the one to take some punishment in her Mistress' stead.

Akiha could hear Gwen and her little henchwomen throwing insults at her.  This kind of reminded the Japanese wrestler of her parents, which enraged her.  Not wanting to hear any more of this, Akiha would spring into action and push back, nailing Yayoi right into the barricade.  Her tactic was somewhat successful but Gwen's assistant was still holding onto to her.  The raven hair wrestler was now focusing on escaping and didn't see her opponent coming out of the ring.  Thus, the kick hit her right into the chest, making her gasp for air as she doubled over.  The only bright side to this was that since Yayoi was behind her, Akiha would not hit the railing and instead Gwen's assistant would take that hit for her.  Still, this left the Japanese wrestler at the mercy of her foreigner counterpart.

Kohaku and Hisui, on the other hand, were starting to make some progress, they were now beating down their opponents but were still too busy with them to interfere.  Thus, they decided to make sure that their opponents would stay down.  If they could take out all the other lumberjacks, then they could ensure that Akiha could win the match.

"Bleeehh.."

Once more Yayoi was used as a cushion for Akiha's soft body. Smashed between the lithe Japanese girl and the unforgiving barricade, Yayoi's hold loosened as Akiha's butt jammed into her lap when the girl so quickly doubled over.

Yayoi slung one arm over the barricade to keep from toppling onto Akiha as the aristocrat kept her pinned. She lifted her other hand and flashed a weary Vee at Gwendolyn. " B-Bon travail, Maîtresse..."

Gwendolyn was thoroughly miffed that she had to abandon her prideful perch back inside the ring to ensure that Akiha would remain complacent. Despite having been relatively on point and reliable up until now, Gwens desire for perfection compelled her to make a mental note that once this match had reached it's inevitable conclusion that she would schedule further team exercises and ringside tactics for her trainers, including Yayoi, whom she wouldn't spare even the faintest glance.

Until then, Gwen would vent her frustration through the swift punt to Akiha's midsection, the Japanese aristocrat bowed over before the heiress with chortled gasps for air. The stunning kick had deflated not only Akiha but the audience as well, briefly rallying behind their hometown representative during her struggles to squirm free before Gwen dashed all their hopes. Clamping her fingers deeply into Akihas scalp once more, Gwen would backpedal and tug her inferior counterpart away from the winded Yayoi and closer to the ring. Making doubly sure that Akiha remained hunched over during the trip whilst several fans ogled her aristocratic rear.

Glancing over to notice her trainers were taking quite the shellacking from the handmaidens, Gwen surmised that her safety net at ringside was about to tear apart at the seams. Nevertheless, the heiress smirked and opted to risk reprisal from the maids for one last opportunity to put those weapons of nobility to proper use. Releasing Akiha's flowing locks for a second, Gwen would turn around to grasp onto a 750,000 yen landscape painting showcasing a truly serene beachside sunset...and attempt to smash the portrait into shambles across Akiha's back with all of her strength.

Akiha was now gasping for air before suddenly being feeling her hair being pulled again. Still suffering from the earlier blows and gasping a bit for air, she was forced to follow Gwen as she got closer to the ring. She was now getting annoyed with the amount of times her opponent had pulled on her hair and would make a mental note of it, remembering to return the favor with interest later on in the match. Yet to her surprise she suddenly felt her hair being freed from her opponent grip only to then feel a sudden impact hit her back causing her to fall down to the ground, moaning as she held her back, not knowing what had just happened. It didn't hurt as much as a chair but it still had a lot of force behind it. She would then open her eyes to see broken pieces of a painting.

Kohaku and Hisui were now making quick work of Gwen hence women, having beat them down a large amount. Though Akiha was taking a massive beating, the amount of lumberjacks had turned to her favor. They would each gave one last parting shots to their foes before taking a look at Gwen and rushing to Akiha aid. The blond wrestler would only have a moment or two to bring herself and Akiha back into the ring before they swarmed her.

The shattered and splintered remains of the extravagant portrait would scatter all around the aristocratic duo, generating cries of shock and awe from the crowd and the decidedly hardcore-esque vibe of the match. Though for Gwendolyn it was merely retribution from having Akiha's handmaidens plaster a silver feeding tray over her head. The only individual perhaps regretting Gwendolyn's decision to use the landscape painting as a blunt instrument may have been the lowly painter who had probably spent years meticulously detailing it.

Gwen would have to reveled in Akiha's miserable state for just a little bit longer had she not caught a glimpse of the handmaidens putting the finishing touches on her weary entourage. Scoffing from the irritation of having her battle line about to be breached, Gwen would hastily scoop the languishing Akiha up by her raven locks and the waist of her outfit to roll her back inside the ring. It would be by a hair's breadth and with one of the handmaidens fingers brushing Gwens boot, but the heiress would scurry back inside the ring practically untouched otherwise.

Patiently biding her time while encircling her opponent with a predator's glare, Gwen waited until Akiha was back on her knees before attempting to apply a series of thunderous shoot kicks to her modest chest. All before reeling back and putting all her strength from her exquisitely toned leg into one final kick to the side of Akiha’s face to put her opponent right back down.

Kohaku and Hisui decided to quickly make their way for Gwendolyn, trying to take her down before she could do any more damage to Akiha.  Yet they would arrive too late as the blond wrestler managed to take her raven counterpart and get back in the ring with her.  The two maids could only watch now as the referee told them to get back onto their side.  Not wanting to risk disqualification, the two would nod their heads as they would make their way back.

Akiha was now laying down on the ring, exhausted from this match both physically and mentally.  She had never faced someone like Gwen.  She had fought a few cheaters before but Gwen was at a different level.  She had all sorts of people helping her and was constantly using cheap shots and tricks to stay on top which was now taking its toll on Akiha.  Still the Japanese wrestler did not despair, she had the same tricks to also fall back onto and was sure that her foreign opponent would not be able to adapt to such a situation as easily as she could.  She just needed to wait for a chance to turn around the match and then give her blond opponent a taste of her own medicine.

Having had a moment to now recover from Gwen assault, Akiha would start to get on her arms and knees before finally pushing up to get on her knees.  Yet just as she did a kick would hit her chest causing her to yelp in pain.  Then another kick followed by another and then another, with each one the Japanese wrestler would yell in pain before the final kick then hit her right in the face sending her down into the canvas. With her eyes closed, Akiha laid there, not moving as Gwen last kick had done a real number on her. The audience would despair at the sight, crying for Akiha to wake up and recover.

Despite having their hometown representative being the unlucky recipient of each of Gwens dynamic shin kicks, they were naturally compelled to count aloud as each strike echoed throughout the arena. Akiha serving to be Gwendolyn's aristocratic kicking bag until the concluding strike leveled her rival right back down to the canvas.

Empowered by her own dominance in the match, Gwen's confident strut over to Akiha's prone form would be brimming with sheer pomposity. Gwen would nonchalantly flip her golden curls over her shoulder with a dignified cadence to her waltz, one shapely leg crossing the other before lifting her leg up to grind the sole of her boot into the side of Akiha's moaning visage. The audience's pleas for Akiha to recoup and their hateful jeers towards the illustrious aristocrat would mix together in a unified though incoherent mess of indignant ranting.

"I would imagine our quaint altercation has run it's inevitable course, wouldn't you agree Madam Kosha?~..." Gwendolyn mused in her posh and sophisticated voice as she would emphatically scrape the bottom of her boot into Akiha's pale cheek by twisting her ankle side to side. "Oh do try not to be too disheartened, you're not the first to be hopelessly overwhelmed by my vastly superior elegance and wrestling capabilities. That humbling position is where all my adversaries eventually find themselves, and where else can you more efficiently marvel in my magnificence? OH HO HO HO~~~..." Gwen would punctuate her demeaning commentary towards Akiha with a distinctly pompous laugh against the back of her hand. The referee was wincing from it's more irritable qualities before going wide-eyed and realizing that this was in fact a pin attempt, soon afterward flopping down to the canvas and doing her job.  

"1!"

Akiha at the moment would simply remain down on the canvas as the series of the kicks had really left her exhausted.  She could hear her opponent now talking, going on about how she was superior to everyone or something like that before Gwen give a very distinct laugh as she placed her boot right on top of the raven hair wrestler face.  Akiha was furious at was happening and then saw the referee come and start to count her out.  Part of her wanted to kick out right away but she needed to buy her time right now, every second she got to rest would help.  Thus, when the referee did the one count, she simply did not move from her position.

“TWO!”

Said the referee as she then raised her hand again, getting ready for the final count.  The crowd was yelling for Akiha to get up and the Japanese wrestler would do so as she would then raise a shoulder and attempt to grab her opponent leg as well.  This would result in the referee stopping her count at a very clear two.  If Akiha had successful grab her opponent leg she would then attempt to suddenly remove Gwen boot from her face, trying to trip her in the process as well.  “I think you have been too busy fighting commoners that you have forgotten what it is like to fight one of your own!  It's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine!” stated Akiha as she would now attempt to get back onto her own feet.

Grinding her boot into her face with enough twisting emphasis to have Akiha get an uncomfortable taste for the dirt lining it's bottom, Gwen gleefully delighted in having her opponent in such a demeaning position. The last few minutes of outright dominance over her raven-haired rival had been as exquisitely satisfying as could have imagined, and with how thoroughly deflated her and lifeless Akiha was, Gwen surmised that the match was in it's waning moments with only a perfunctory pin attempt to left to put an end to it. The ceaseless chanting for Akiha to persevere easily dwarfed the beleaguered cheers from the remains of Gwens entourage at ringside rooting her on, beaten but still conscious enough to show support.

"Tch!! Impertinent doppelgänger..." Gwen scoffed angrily from the broken pin attempt, stumbling back a few backpedaling steps before straightening herself with a piercing glare towards Akiha. While not entirely upset that her lackadaisical pin had been so easily interrupted, the heiress was more riled up from Akiha's persistent resistance and insistence they were one in the same simply because of their affluent and blue-blooded upbringing. Something about that comment having irritated the heiress to an obscene degree, Gwen clenching her fists tightly as Akiha climbed back to her feet.

"That is where you are deliriously mistaken, Madam Kosha...You see...I have always been in a class of my own..." Gwen angrily responded while tapping the tip of her boot against the canvas, her signature wind up pose before unleashing her dreaded superkick finisher, Colère de Dieu. The ominous gesturing would catch the eye of the Japanese audience and in response would crank up their warnings towards Akiha a few decibels, the heiress elegantly spinning in place and attempting her finisher the millisecond that Akiha was vertical once more and turned to face her.