Tempest Tournament Round 1: Maddie Hanezawa Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

In all honesty, Maddie had no idea why she had agreed to participate in this tournament, much less why she was even picked in the first place. Pretty much all the other participants were some strong, experienced fighters, and then there was her: an absolute wreck of a jobber. Following Avalanche, she had trained really hard with Akiko-senpai and Yukiko-senpai, and wanted to gauge her improvement, but doing something like this would no doubt be a stretch.

Either way, it was too late to back down now. As her loud J-rock tune began to play, the petite girl stepped out onto the stage, wearing the green bikini her two idols had gotten for her. Mellowed out compared to her usual hyperactive entrance, she strolled down the aisle towards the ring, trying to look composed and confident, in spite of the mockery and jeering the crowd was throwing at her. Surely they were here to see her utterly crushed and humiliated once again, but Maddie was going to try her hardest to disappoint them. Hopefully.

Climbing up onto the apron, she made her way over to her corner, continuing to forgo her usual entrance antics. Her anxiety was raging like a storm deep in her gut, and it was taking just about all of her concentration to prevent her knees from shaking. Maddie knew next to nothing about her foe, other than her overly complicated-sounding name, and really prayed that this would be a merciful match for her.

Outstretching her impeccably firm legs on the rail of nearby ballet barre, the heiress leaned forward to stretch out her taut leg muscles. Showcasing her flexibility in her Executive Training Facility whilst surrounded by her cadre of jogging suit clad trainers all before the first round of an AFW tournament...for the heiress it was an eerily familiar situation. In meticulously planning out her rebounding re-entry into the league after her grossly unjust Entropy title loss, Gwen just so happened to recall her fellow aristocrat Akiha babbling on about some lightweight tournament the federation annually held.  

It turns out the stars had aligned and gifted the heiress with an opportunity to not only reestablish her standing in the federation by becoming tournament champion, but also to make up for her paltry showing in the Friction World Cup....despite the sinfully delightful repercussions from that match. Gwen exhaled one more breath before unhooking her ankle from the bar and approaching the elevator leading downstairs to the ring, her loyal employees huddling and following behind her in loyal servitude on her way towards the elevator.

With the dreaded sound of her theme blaring over the speakers, the ritualistic chorus of boos greeted the haughty dignitary upon lavishly striding out from behind the curtain. Her frilly royal blue and white outfit clung tightly to her sumptuous form as she strolled down the ramp. Her poised posture and smug, toothy smile exuding supreme confidence in herself and riling up her naysayers all the more fervently. That confidence was exceptionally reinforced when she spied her mousy opponent cowering off in the corner with a quick glance in her direction. Having entered the ring by gradually stepping through the ropes, rather than play to the crowd as per her norm, Gwen would approach the middle of the ring with her hazel eyes trailing up and down her opponents trembling frame.

"Aww...well aren't you a simply adorable creature~..." Gwen cutely teased with her head tilted against her folded hands, smiling warmly at Maddie. "Retreated into the corner like a quivering field mouse, and in that utterly charming bikini too~. Why, I can scarcely fathom how overwhelming this moment must be for you? To be in the illuminating presence of one such as myself must have you spellbound in awe, I'd imagine~..."

The music, and the chorus of booing that accompanied it, made Maddie's heart drop, knowing she had just gotten thrown under another heel And, if the crowd's reception was any indication, a pretty nasty one at that. Quickly trying to shake off her dread, the petite girl composed herself as she saw the impressive blonde step into the ring with her.

Her amazing body aside (Maddie probably would have ogled a bit, under different circumstances), Gwendolyn literally emanated a kind of oppressive aura. The sound of arrogance in her foe's voice was itself almost disheartening for Maddie to hear, what with the meager remains of her self-confidence barely keeping together. Still... If her opponent underestimated her too much, Maddie might be able to turn that against her...

Trying to steel her resolve, the scrawny girl clenched her fists and marched up to Gwendolyn. Though her face was basically on the same level as the blonde's massive breasts, Maddie looked up at the aristocrat's face with an indignant look, trying to make eye contact and not let her gaze slink down to the large distractions below. "Sh-shut up...! I'll show you I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I look!"

For all of Maddie's fiery indignation as she boldly confronted the haughty dignitary, Gwendolyn found herself utterly incapable of feeling even the slightest ounce of intimidation from her diminutive opponent. The veiled trepidation in her voice wasn't as easily masked as Maddie may have hoped, those slight quivers in her speech and her defiant standoff only making her seem that much more precious~...

"Oh...I've no doubt you're every bit the tenacious rapscallion you profess yourself to be~..." Gwen mockingly stated with a cutesy inflection to her posh voice, placating Maddie while staring downward at her scrawny opponent with a blissfully condescending smirk. To hear such a spiteful retort from someone of Maddie's "stature" practically negated any sense of dread it was meant to imbue, the clanging of the ring bell sounding off in the distance soon after.

Without warning or attempt at a lockup, Gwen would step forward and swiftly encircle her arms around Maddies head before tugging her face squarely into the soft and entrancing warmth of her chest. What the audience surmised was an early and uncharacteristic breast smother from the heiress, was in actuality, just Gwendolyn so overcome with Maddie's adorability that she simply had to embrace her. The heiress giggling slightly while nuzzling her own cheek atop her head~...

As much as Maddie was trying hard not to stare at Gwendolyn's impressive knockers, it seemed they were about to forcefully demand her attention. As the bell rang, the petite girl prepared herself, thinking the blonde was about to strike, only to end up buried face-first in the noble woman's breasts.

Absolutely flustered (and somewhat aroused), Maddie's face was blushing furiously beneath the soft, enveloping prison. Panicked and unsure of what to do, she flailed her arms about wildly, trying to wriggle free while struggling to breathe.

Despite the match having been underway for several seconds by now, Gwendolyn paid little attention to that frivolous detail and concerned herself only with how irresistibly cute Maddie was. Her eyes remained closed to the world while she hugged and jostled Maddie left and right in swaying motions, briefly wondering if this was what it would have been like if she were gifted with a younger sister~...

Eventually logic and common sense would pop that bubbly fantasy, the heiress sighing dejectedly before relenting on the humiliating smother to instead coil her arms around Maddie's petite waist. Gwen would assert the waistlock with a quick tug before smoothly heaving Maddie up and pivoting to her right side in a side belly to belly suplex that had the heiress splash on top of her as well.

So consumed by Gwendolyn's overwhelming... presence, Maddie hadn't even noticed what was going on until she had been lifted up. "Wh- AHHMMMPH!"

Slammed hard into the mat, with her tiny frame flattened beneath the blonde's far more curvy one, Maddie got out one short cry of pain before Gwendolyn's cushy breasts smothered over her face again.

Due to her exceptionally lightweight figure, Maddie had gotten exceptional airtime in the belly to belly suplex before crashing back down to the canvas. The jarring impact had shoved Maddies flustered face deeper into Gwens chest as the heiress laid her far more sumptuous frame atop her for a few relaxing seconds.

Lifting herself upward to briefly straddle Maddies slim waist, Gwen saw no reason to go exceptionally complicated in her offense against such a weak-willed opponent. "Now you stay perfectly still~..." Gwen cutely uttered with a smile while pinching Maddies rosy cheek. After getting up to dash off to the side, Gwen would bounce off the ropes and return to her prone opponent before leaping astoundingly high in the air for a thunderous leg drop across Maddie's already flat chest.

Pretty jarred, both mentally and physically, after a start like that, Maddie could only lay there helpless and moaning beneath her larger foe. Her face still rather flush, she flinched a bit as her cheek was pinched, but otherwise couldn't focus herself enough to do much.

Of course, Gwen was fairly quick in snapping her right out of her stupor. As the blonde's toned leg came down like a hammer, crushing her small, perky breasts against her rib cage, Maddie let out a rather high-pitched scream. Wheezing in pain with the wind knocked out of her, the petite girl curled up on her side, crossing her arms defensively over her tiny bosom.