Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Akiha Kosha - Aristocratic Warfare~

The fervent warning from the audience were entirely muted in Gwen's focused mind as she narrowed her vision on the small of Akiha's spine as her rival wearily ascended. Something about what her rival had stated about them being equals having provoked her to the point where she was perfectly content with ending the match in as most devastating a fashion she could concoct. Purporting them as equal competitors had truly vexed her, especially considering the laundry list of unending abuse the heiress had to cope with in order to accomplish half of what she had done in this federation.  

"Tch!!" Gwen scoffed from having her knockout kick connect with nothing but the lingering strands of Akiha's hair, nearly losing her balance after the colossal whiff until Akiha thwart her efforts to stay upright by nailing her square in her chest with the leaping dropkick. Coughing out loud from the hard thumping to he chest and the collapse to her back, Gwen rolled over herself and onto one knee to prop herself up on with an angered glare towards Akiha.

The audience had jumped out of their seats form the first sign of life in Akiha in some time, rallying behind her comeback while Gwen intended to put a stop to it before it gained any more momentum. Though with as irate as Gwen was at Akiha's comments, her offense would lack any decorum and would instead amount to her simply springing off her knee and attempting to dig her shoulder into Akiha's abdomen to tackle her back down to the canvas.

Gwen could sense the flickering flames of a comeback starting to amplify after having Akiha evade her finisher and respond with her own swift-footed reprisal. Hence why the heiress felt the need to forego any sense of grace or subtlety in her own counter attack considering how time was of the essence. The heiress wasn't about to allow all of her exhaustive efforts towards subduing Akiha be annulled simply because her raven-haired rival had found her second wind and was riding high off of the momentum it was affording her. Tackling Akiha to the ground came with hard thump to the canvas, though before Gwen could recoil back up Akiha would annoyingly shift their positions with the heiress now on her back.

"Hrgh!! Get off of-!!" Interrupted from the initial few strikes connecting with the side of her cheek, Gwen would reflexively transition into a defensive position by raising both of her arms to shield her face from the remainder of Akihas blows. The heiress clenched her teeth and remained hidden behind her arms, clearly rattled and unable to formulate a plan of escape given that her opponent was straddling her waist and was unrelenting with the ceaseless punches.

Bull-rushing Akiha to the mat was having entirely unfortunate results, the heiress curling up and raising her forearms to shield her vulnerable face from her rivals pummeling fists. Her intentions were to raise back to her feet soon afterward for a debilitating submission, but Akiha would capitalize on their grounded situation before Gwen could. Gwen's would attest to being a nigh-perfect wrestling specimen in the ring, but any casual observer could see that the uncouth tactic of "brawling" was noticeably not one of her major strengths.

Gwen flinched from behind her arms until it felt as if the strikes had ceased, only to go wide-eyed when Akiha would instead start wailing away at her sumptuous chest. Her swaying bosom would jiggle with each strike until the red-faced heiress would emphatically shove her rival off of her and scoot backwards until her back hit the nearby bottom rope.

"Y-You!!...Perhaps it merely signifies that I have nothing more to say to someone who isn't worth my time or my breath!?" The incensed gleam in her eyes was indicative of how annoyed Gwen was with Akiha, blushing noticeably from having her rack turned into a punching bag. One arm would cling to her other shoulder to self-consciously shield her battered chest while the other one would grasp onto the ropes behind her as leverage to steady her ascension back up.

The heiress glared intently at her impertinent rival as she grasped the adjacent ropes tightly one at a time to steady herself. For someone who professes to be of the same high-born upper class as her, Gwendolyn found little tact or grace to her moves. Certainly not expecting the match to devolve to brutish fisticuffs with her rival rudely targeting her plentiful and immaculate orbs, or for Akiha to take her brief resurgence in the match as permission to start mouthing off to her with impunity. With that in mind, Gwen intently formulated a myriad of ways she intended to continue to demonstrate her superiority over Akiha before this dance was concluded.  

Gwen arose back to her feet still shielding her chest, widening her eyes to an immediate threat barreling towards her. Akiha was charging at her with nothing but malicious intentions in her eyes. With her back to the ropes and her options for a counter attack very limited as a result of being cornered, Gwen shot her eyes to the sides and reached over to clench onto the referee's pin-stripped shirt to yank her in-between the dignified aristocrats!! Yelping form being suddenly thrust into the action, the flinching referee would cover her face in fear of taking the full brunt of Akiha's wraith. Though if Akiha was able to prevent the collision, her reward would only be a clawing eye-rake from Gwen which would be unseen from the cowering ref!!

Given her positioning against the ropes and the full head of steam Akiha was putting into her running charge, Gwen surmised her rivals intentions early on. Gwen's entourage was in no shape to defend her this time around after having taken quite the pummeling already from Akiha's maids. So to prevent that unpleasant outcome, Gwen's tactical mind came up with the most efficient way of regaining the upper hand with minimal amount of effort on her part. Though hundreds of ravenously booing hands wouldn't appreciate the genius behind her methods...

...and neither would the shaken ref, who, after breathing out a sigh of relief, would spin in place to begin to chastise Gwen with all too familiar warnings of disqualifications. The heiress arrogantly responded by striding by the ref without even acknowledging her presence, aside from raising her palm inches from the officials angered face in complete disregard for whatever she was blathering on about. Capitalizing on Akiha's blinded vision, Gwen would sidestep behind her rival to coil her arms tightly around her in a clenching and foreboding waist lock.

"Action...not words..." Gwen ominously whispered straight into Akiha's ear with a venomous inflection to her posh accent. The mutual body warmth and the sensation of Gwen's heaving orbs rubbing against Akiha's sweaty back may trigger bouts of nostalgia for her rival. Though hopefully not before she could respond in time to counter it. Gwen would grit her teeth and attempt to heave Akiha overhead and send her flying backwards in a release german suplex, and the second for Akiha so far this night.