Kelly Conway Vs. Nikolette Tessla

Nikolette only grunted as Kelly shoved her onto her back. When she was mounted, she huffed, but she could not stop Kelly from squeezing her throat. "Hrk!?" Only a small gurgle of protest and Nikolette's hands weakly pawing at Kelly's arms was the defense the Serb managed.

Her hips bucked but the slamming of her head against the mats slowed her until eventually the only movement coming from her was the jostling from Kelly's shaking.

Nikolette could only paw helplessly at the blonde continued choking her furiously. She only gurgled and sputtered as her eyes slowly began to droop along with her fading breath. When she was released, Nikolette rolled to the side and coughed, heaving and gulping big breaths of air.

She could feel her lungs slowly refilling and didn't pay attention to Kelly one bit as she fetched the chair. It wasn't until the chair smashed against her toned form that it finally registered. "Yaaaaahhh!"

Nikolette screamed and writhed underneath Kelly, flopping around as her eyes shut tight in pain.

In what was becoming a disturbing recurrence in Nikolette's matches, an unsettling display of violence was once again being perpetrated against the Dojo engineer at the tail-end of her match. Jeering audience members heckled and outright despised Kelly for her deplorable actions, the masses cringing sympathetically from the chair shot echoing throughout the arena and ringing in their ears. The referee having vacated the ring herself in fear of her own safety. Another begrudging bystander to the carnage unfolding, one of many who found themselves incapable of turning their attention away from the ring...

...and due to that fact, they wouldn't notice the fleet-footed heiress sliding under the bottom ropes after having sprinted down the ramp from out of their purview!! Adorned in her sleeveless cobalt blue and white dress suit ensemble with pearl white boots, Gwen would dash up behind Kelly and fiercely clench her fingers into her blonde locks. Fiercely yanking her head back before dropping backwards to drive her knees into Kelly's spine in a double knee backstabber!!

Witnessing Kelly's thrashing of her beloved in an eerily similar re-enactment of their SummerSplash encounter compelled the heiress to abandon the luxurious confines of her backstage accommodations and formally introduce herself to the so called American Hero...all to the stunned silence of a gobsmacked audience. Her initial presence in the ring hinting at a possible collusion between herself and Kelly before impaling her knees into Kelly's spine put that theory to rest rather quickly.

Gwen relinquished her hold on Kelly's locks to allow her the freedom to convulse and flounder around the ring until she collapsed outside. The heiress gracefully righting herself back up and nonchalantly strolling over towards where Kelly landed while primping up her disheveled outfit from any unsightly wrinkles. Attending to her dear engineer's needs for now came second place to making sure Kelly was no longer a threat.

"Hmm~...not quite how you imagined this entire interplay would unfold, is it? Madam Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, a pleasure I'm sure~...I hope it doesn't need to be said that torturing Nikolette is a pastime that has grown quite old, right along with your presence in this league." Gwen elegantly enunciated while propping her cheek against the palm of her gloved hand as she leaned against the ropes. She stared down at the scowling hero with a smug smirk and an aura of supreme sophistication. "It seems that gratuitous violence, perpetual defeat, and dreadfully inept leadership appear to be the only lasting hallmarks of the once revered Conway legacy. Now inexorably tainted by the sheer ineptitude of an uncouth simpleton in a ridiculous outfit who couldn't retain a championship even with the most dastardly of brutes at her beck and call...*sigh*...such a tragedy~..."

"I'll most definitely be looking forward to it~..." Gwen responded perkily with a twiddling of her fingers towards the retreating and wheezing hero. Maintaining her cheerful and sunny disposition while she fancifully waved goodbye towards Kelly until she had disappeared up the ramp and behind the backstage curtain. Despite her own chilling commentary and spiteful snips, Gwen absolutely appreciated all the stress Kelly had caused the Dojo throughout the years. But targeting her beloved was where all of her gratitude came to a crashing halt. Speaking of which...

With Kelly soundly dispatched and the threat of danger dissipating along with her presence, Gwen turned back to address her beloved while kicking the dented folding chair out of the ring. She knelt beside her huddled up engineer and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping to coax her out of her shell with her gentle touch and soothing voice.

"It appears I've finally made up for neglecting to come to your aid during SummerSplash, Ms. Engineer~..." Gwen primly stated with a concerned smile. Resisting the urge to embrace Nikolette was rather difficult, but she knew Nik was capable of rebounding quickly from such a thrashing. But just in case, several of Gwen's entourage were now steadily approaching the ring from the ramp equipped with first aid gear.