Tempest Tournament Semifinals: Ren Hitasaki Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Gwendolyn's upward progress was slow but methodically coordinated, gradually working her knees beneath her until she was seated on her ankles. But Ren's childish antics were stifling her progress, her curvy rump incessantly and playfully bouncing on Gwen's tortured spine until the heiress was forced to extend her legs behind her once more.

"Huuugh!!" Gwen's suppressed groans would finally find a voice as Ren further amped up the contorting strain of the submission hold, relentlessly curving the dainty aristocrat's slender frame and showcasing the lengths of her flexibility. Enduring the agonizing hold and Ren's impish giggling with a grimacing glower on her face, Gwen remained steadfast in her efforts to weather this storm and not even contemplate submitting, tapping her foot on the mat while Ren continued to work her over.

After a while of her antics, she then got up, freeing her cute opponent from the agonizing hold, deciding not to let the match end just yet...she had way too much energy for a match like this to end almost as soon as it started. Though, once Ren had stood up, she grabbed Gwen by the hand and tried pulling her over onto her back. What she was going to do...well, by her stance it almost appeared that she was aiming to go for a cross armbreaker, though her opponent had enough time to potentially counter.

The relief on her tortured spine washed over her once Ren dismounted Gwendolyn, rubbing the small of her lower lumbar as she shuffled back to her feet. The hyperactive rookie allowing the heiress little time to do much else as she snatched Gwen's arm and twisted it to the side in preparation of her next maneuver.

"Tch.." Wincing from the stinging strain in her shoulder, the heiress would nimbly do a cartwheel flip off her other hand until she was back on her feet beside Ren. The agile counter relieving the anxiety on her shoulder with Gwen grabbing Ren's own wrist and applying a stinging arm wringer, clubbing her opponent's shoulder with several angered forearm strikes to add on the pressure...

She grinned, starting to move into place for the cross armbreaker, but instead Gwen managed to do a cartwheel to stand beside her, and in return delivered a painful arm wrench, as well as forearm strikes to her shoulder, making her cry out in pain as she tried wiggling her arm slightly, a feeble, rather awkward attempt at escaping her opponent's grasp. ...It wasn't likely to work, but she did it anyways.

After having endured a torturous and back-bending submission, Gwen offered Ren little room to maneuver and intended to pay her back tenfold. The heiress responded to Ren's weakened struggling with several contorting strains of the twisting arm wringer before applying yet another constricting side headlock to her opponent. But rather than allow herself to be distracted by idle-chit-chat this time around, the heiress would immediately backpedal to give herself some running room before sprinting forward and attempting to implant Ren's face into the canvas with a leaping bulldog!

She groaned in pain as her arm was contorted painfully, then her arms started wrapping around Gwen...then Gwen backpedaled for a moment. "Oh, sh---" was all that Ren had managed to get out before being forced to throw at least one hand in front of her face, cushioning her face at least slightly from the bulldog, though it did little to stop her from being stunned on the ground, laying flat on her stomach. "Nngh..."

After ending her sprinting charge by landing on her shapely rump and driving Ren's face into the canvas, Gwen remained propped up in her seated position with a smug smirk on her face. The exhilaration of flying through the air and implanting Ren's face like that sent chills down her spine...which was still stinging from her opponent's infernal earlier back-bending submission. After scooching over towards the dazed Ren, Gwen would clamp on an excruciatingly tight head-scissors before her opponent could regain her senses.

"Certainly hope you're comfortable down there, dear Ren..." Gwen coyly teased, turning Ren's insufferable taunting right back at her as she strained her toned, sweaty, and immaculate thighs to wear down her devoted follower in the squeezing constriction.

She just laid there quietly on her stomach, face first in the canvas, then managing to roll onto her back, groaning a bit in pain and rubbing at her face. Soon, her head was trapped between Gwen's thighs, her chin almost pressed against Gwen's crotch, and she began struggling, moving her hands to grope at Gwen's thighs, trying to peel them away from her head. "You've got some nice legs..." She teased, just laying there and attempting to pry her head out from between Gwen's toned legs.

"...*giggle*...Naturally~...By all means, do feel free to admire my immaculate figure even moreso, Dear Ren. Most of the plebeians in this league fail to even acknowledge my natural grace and beauty~..." Gwen pompously gloated while clamping down on the headscissors with ruthless efficacy, a slight blush forming on her grinning visage from the heated pants wafting against her mound.

Ren's resistance was becoming more troublesome with time, so Gwen would reposition herself so she was more securely seated on her rear with Ren now laying flat against the canvas. With her arms propping herself up from behind, Gwen would lift herself up a few inches and tense up her curvy frame to bring further strained pressure on the headscissors before settling back down. After settling back down, the heiress would mockingly brush some errant strands of hair away from Ren's eyes, beautifying her while having her endure the crushing constriction on her head from being trapped between her lovely thighs.

She just laid there and groaned as she was trapped between Gwen's thighs, though she managed a pained chuckle at Gwen's comments, then as Gwen repositioned herself so that Ren was laying flat on her back, she kept pulling at Gwen's thighs to try to get her to ease up on the headscissors, then she groaned louder as Gwen squeezed her head even more, then she got an idea... "I apologize, but..." She then moved one hand up to grope and squeeze at Gwen's rear end, though she squeezed roughly at the woman's rear end.