Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt vs. Libby 'Liberty' Vella - Rage Against the Machine

Tugging, scratching, yanking and pulling were gaining Gwendolyn little leeway in freeing herself from Liberty's boorish clutches. Nevertheless, her lack of noticeable progress hardly deterred the dainty debutante from her scrambling efforts. Being this unbearably close to Liberty sent a shiver up her spine for a multitude of repulsive reasons. Though for the moment, her primary concern was not having to endure another ring rattling suplex.

Begrudgingly rising to her feet with Liberty's heaving chest and sweaty frame still hopelessly latched onto her, that familiar sense of dread washed over Gwen when she heard the anarchist's bellowing call. "Yah!!" Gwen gasped before re-experiencing that familiar sense of terrifying weightlessness. Widening her eyes and reaching out to nothing in particular as she sailed through the air before being once again planted onto her shoulders with vicious authority.

Gwen extended her toned legs skyward from the jarring impact and it's reverberating pain before eventually slumping over and collapsing limply to her side. By now Gwen's fervent resistance had been thoroughly suplexed out of her, the rattled heiress resigning herself to groan miserably against the canvas while a deafening audience roared in approval from seeing the dainty blueblood get consecutively slammed around with ease. An echoing chant starting slow from the Liberty faithful and building up more momentum as time went on...

"One more time!...One more time!!...One more time!!!..."

The thrilling spectacle of seeing the dainty debutante be flung head over heels with was an immensely crowd-pleading sight that left them clamoring for more. All to the groaning displeasure of the heiress herself, her shaken sensibilities only just recouping when Liberty would start to shuffle them both back back to their feet for another go around in this hellacious roller coaster.

"Rrgh..." Gwen grumbled through gritted teeth as the burly anarchist hoisted her upward once more, her weary frame slackened and slumped over. Offering not even a token resistance towards Liberty's manhandling. Her first experience being on the receiving end of any tangible punishment in this match wasn't going so smoothly, Gwendolyn seemingly resigning herself to her fate when she was hoisted overhead with an immense amount of brute strength...

...so much sheer force, in fact, that Gwen's nimble instincts would kick in and compel her to tuck her legs in for a stunning mid-air roll that would land her on her feet!! After backpedaling slightly to straighten her wobbly stance, Gwen's sudden adrenaline surge had her dashing to Liberty just as she was rising upward while turning to face the aristocrat. The sprinting heiress would apply a front facelock on Liberty and continue to ride her forward momentum by jumping upward, stiffening her regal frame like a washboard, and falling back down to drive Liberty's cranium straight to the canvas for a leaping implant DDT!

The cataclysmic thud of Liberty's head being hammered into the canvas was accompanied by a mixture of stunned silence and sympathetic groans for the burly rebel, balancing herself like a freshly planted anarchistic tree before teetering over. The surging adrenaline that compelled Gwendolyn to counter her lamentable situation had taken a backseat to the residual aches and pains from being doubly suplexed on the back of her head. Leaving the heiress cradling the back of her golden haired cranium while rolling to her side and seemingly in no better shape than Liberty who was just off to her side. The polar opposite competitors having one moment where they had something in common.

Several seconds of bated anticipation would pass before Gwen would gradually arise back to her knees while rubbing the back of her head, all to the fervent boos of the audience and cheering applause from her faithfully employed entourage. Being subjected to one too many power moves was an...unfavorable, outcome for her dainty frame. But her less muscular physique enabled her to have the swiftness and agility to make up for it.

Glaring through wincing eyes at Liberty's languishing form, Gwen's next method of attack would be decidedly less elegant. After shuffling towards the front of Liberty while on her knees, Gwen would clench her hands onto the anarchists filthy mane of hair and repeatedly  slam her equally filthy face into the canvas. The heiress hopping on her knees in place with every impact until eventually the ref's counting and disqualification threats would put an abrupt end to the head banging.

After venting her frustrations in a decidedly undignified manner, Gwen would relinquish her hold on Liberty's hair and take some soothing breaths to help center herself as she climbed back to her feet. Regaining her royal composure by primping up her illustrious golden curls and dutifully examining her manicured finger nails for any unsightly hangnails with a snobbish pout on her face...

...all while the writhing anarchist squirmed and struggled at Gwens pearly white boots. Liberty's sudden resurgence had briefly given Gwen cause for concern, but after some rather therapeutic sprucing up of her divine figure, Gwendolyn felt the time had come to put this loathsome rapscallion out of her misery.

"I do hope this little fracas of ours settles any lingering doubts as to how woefully inept you are as a competitor, Lady Liberty..." Gwen pompously stated while still analyzing her extended fingers, not even sparing a fleeting glimpse down towards Liberty as she gloated onward. "In actuality, you should feel quite honored~... A commoner such as yourself being allowed to engage in civilized combat with someone with such a vastly superior pedigree, and performing as well as you have~...Take this lesson of your own inferiority to heart, lest you risk me imparting it unto you yet again."

After having delivered her lasting monologue, Gwen would pivot in place while clenching tightly on to Liberty's hair when she was back on her knees. Clamping her smooth thighs tightly around Liberty's cranium, Gwen strained her leg muscles while reaching behind her to snatch Liberty's wrists and tug them forward. The angered fans immediately recognized the setup from Gwendolyn's last match with Akiha, booing their hearts out before the heiress would leap astoundingly high in place to attempt her Arbre généalogique royal finisher~...

The deafening thud and slackened frame of Liberty's grotesque form were all the telltale signs of the impending conclusion of this match, the wishful hopes of a momentous comeback being deflated with one skull rattling finisher. As hopelessly one-sided as the match had become, there was still a flickering candlelight of hope for the burly anarchist to give this match a storybook ending...before a certain cold reality would extinguish that light permanently...

Remaining on her knees after having implanted the anarchists cranium into the canvas, Gwen sported a malicious smirk with her slackened arms at her side. Saying all she needed to say in one pompous sneer and allowing herself time to revel in the cascading boos of practically every living soul in the audience...except for the ecstatic cheers from her beaming entourage, of course. Clearly relieved at having not been needed to get involved this time around and put their own health at risk.

After rolling herself over, and simultaneously flipping Liberty over to her back in the process, Gwen would scooch forward and hook one of Liberty's legs under her armpit for a matchbook pin attempt. An intended consequence of this pin was having the heiress' perfect posterior emphatically shoved right on top of Liberty's mumbling face. The heiress gleefully fulfilling an earlier promise to Liberty to have this match end with her grimy visage enveloped beneath her soft and curvy backside, Gwendolyn leaning far back into the heavenly smother until her golden curls were dangling behind her in the extravagant pinning predicament~...

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