Tempest Tournament Semifinals: Ren Hitasaki Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Admiring Gwen's flawless physique was a reaction that the heiress didn't quite anticipate, but appreciated nevertheless. Ren's flattery and outright worship of her at the beginning of the match was certainly a refreshing change of pace considering it was how Gwen expected to be treated from all the lowly and uncouth competitors in the league.

Gwen tensed her legs in response to Ren's desperate pawing at her thighs, pouring on the pressure while enjoying the sight of Ren's scrunched up face struggling to breathe. She eagerly anticipated the moment Ren's floundering would settle down before succumbing to her powerful legs...but then Ren said something to make Gwen raise an eyebrow.

"Apologize for wh-HAA!?" Gwen yelped out loud and tensed up when Ren started to aggressively knead the heiress' curvy rump, her soft skin fondled between Ren's fingers before the heiress would reflexively uncoil her legs from her opponent's neck. Straitening herself back to her feet while adjusting the slit on her outfit so it wasn't riding up her backside, Gwen glared at the whistling audience before reaching down to claw her hands into Ren's hair to yank her back to her feet.

She just laid there quietly, groaning slightly, though once her head was finally freed from the woman's thighs, she had a moment of freedom, although the heiress didn't seem to be willing to give her too long to recover, as the raven haired wrestler was soon grabbed roughly by her hair and yanked to her feet, yelping in pain, though she tried freeing herself with a few quick jabs to Gwen's stomach. "L-Let go...!"

Ren's frisky groping of her ample backside was not sitting well with the heiress as she aggressively clenched onto her hazel brown locks, the riled up audience hooting wildly from seeing the posh heiress' flustered reaction to getting her rump fondled.

"Very cute-Hngh!!...hggh!!..." Gwen stated as she hoisted Ren back to her feet with every intention of reaffirming control of the tempo match before her opponent would start pelting her with a steady stream of pelting jabs to her slim abdomen. The heiress jerked back with each strike as her grip on Ren's hair loosened, briefly stunned for the moment...

Her jabs seemed to weaken Gwen's hold on her, and she took the opportunity. She tried kicking out at Gwen's stomach, intending to double her over, and if she was able to get Gwen doubled over, she would try to go for a double underhook facebuster (Pedigree), grinning at her opponent. If her kick failed entirely, or even her trying to get Gwen into position failed, it would probably end up giving Gwen control over the match once more.

Peppering her slim abdomen with constant jabs was causing Gwen to lurch forward with each strike, the heiress wincing with each connection before Ren would plow her boot into her gut. Gwen jerked forward and hunched over herself, but now with her hands firmly grasping Ren's ankle and keeping her opponent awkwardly standing on one leg.

Flashing a foreboding smirk to Ren, Gwen would use her grip to spin her opponent around like a top before wrapping her arms around Ren's midsection. The heiress squeezed Ren's waist nice and tight, bent her legs at the knees and hoisted her opponent overhead with all her strength in a textbook release german suplex.

She grinned as she finally had Gwen in place of where she wanted her...or did she? She felt Gwen grab her ankle and began hopping on one foot, then she was spun around until her back was facing her opponent. "Let me go...!" She flailed helplessly, then she went flying through the air, crashing down to the mat onto the back of her head and neck, bouncing off of the mat close to the ropes. She groaned in pain and slowly started pulling herself up along the corner...she was pretty sure she was seeing stars at this point. She might even be seeing something else soon enough...whether it be an attack or the chiropractor. She just wasn't sure what, yet. Probably an attack or two, maybe more, then a visit to the chiropractor...

Gwen rolled over while scanning the ring for where Ren crash landed, finding Ren huddled over herself and clearly in a disheveled and helpless state. A pompous smirk crept across Gwen's face as she nonchalantly raised herself back up while readjusting her outfit and primping up her illustrious golden curls, dignified mannerisms that earned a chorus of disdainful jeers from the audience.

Waltzing over to Ren with a snobbish cadence to her hipful sway, Gwen reached down to wrap her arms around Ren's waist to hoist her back up and press her back against the corner. The heiress hooking Ren's legs behind the middle ropes to her sides, leaving her opponent with her legs spread and in an ominously foreboding position for anyone who was familiar with Gwen's work.

"An admirable effort, dear Ren. If you wish to further your wrestling career whilst also basking in my radiance, do feel free to contact my receptionist for an employment opportunity once you've regained consciousnesses. I may yet have use for you amongst my faithful entourage~..." Gwen pompously uttered with a dainty hand on Ren's cheek before climbing the corner and turning in place to comfortably seat her plump backside squarely atop Ren's flustered face in her Sa Majeste finisher.

She wasn't able to get to her feet in time, and she found herself being lifted by Gwen and propped against the corner. She blinked a bit as her legs were hooked behind the ropes, and she had a bad feeling about what would be coming next. She looked up to her opponent with a smile. "It's been...a pleasure to be your opponent..." She managed weakly. She was exhausted, and her neck was killing her after that landing, so she would have to accept a defeat.

...Though Ren hadn't quite pictured herself being finished by a facesit. When she realized what was going on, it was too late, and her face was completely covered up by Gwen's rear, her eyes widening as her nose and mouth were sealed shut. Her arms helplessly flailed as she struggled. "Mmph!!" She was running out of air, quickly...she had no way to escape, though. She couldn't even shake her head...there was no way she was getting out of this. She soon let her arms slump to the sides, shallowly breathing in air from Gwen's rear end as she slowly passed out.

Gwen's steadfast grip on the top ropes to her sides ensured that all of Ren's fervent struggles would be for naught, the heiress gleefully riding out out the dwindling resistance with a haughty smirk before primly crossing her legs atop her throne. The utterly demeaning scenario for her opponent as well as the sensation of Ren's waning breaths against her smooth backside sent a brief shiver up her spine and a sultry coo to her lips. Gwen's application of this finisher having yet to be countered to this day, and with the referee checking for Ren's status and signaling the bell immediately afterward, that record would live to see another day.

"Here is your winner!! Gwendolyn...Dupont...Bettencourt!!!"

The announcer's declaration of the winner, clanging of the ring bell, and trumpeting sounds of her imperious theme all chimed in within a few seconds of eachother and each filled the heiress with overwhelming satisfaction. Hopping off her throne and pompously striding towards the middle of the ring, Gwen allowed her arm to be raised by the referee before taking an exaggerated curtsy towards the vehement boos of the audience. When her entourage came to swarm around her, Gwen waved them off and instead flicked her wrist in Ren's general direction.

"Tend to her first, s'il vous plait. Utter devotion is a cherished commodity, and this one seems to have it in droves~..." Gwen cheerfully dictated before exiting the ring and strolling up the ramp, half of her entourage staying behind to unhook Ren from the ropes. The heiress now one win away from proclaiming herself as the absolute and glorious victor of this delightful tournament...

She just laid there against the turnbuckle, out cold...that had to be the most embarrassing, although most personally enjoyable, end to a match that she'd ever had. She'd never been smothered to unconsciousness by such a nice derriere, though to be fair she hadn't been in too many matches that had ended with her on the receiving end of a smother. She did have to say that Gwendolyn's derriere had been the best one that she'd had the pleasure of being the throne for. She eventually woke up as Gwendolyn's entourage started assisting her, blinking a bit and looking to the group, coughing a bit and gasping for air...she bowed her head in thanks to the group that had freed her from the ropes, and left the ring with their help, since she was barely able to stand on her feet. Her body was just exhausted...it had been a short match, yet a surprisingly tiring one as well...


WINNER: GWENDOLYN DUPONT BETTENCOURT, BY KNOCK-OUT.