Tempest Tournament Finals: Gabbie Desjardini Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Stirring unrest was already clearly noticeable throughout the throngs of audience members, an undercurrent of boos already well underway before the imperialistic theme even began trumpeting throughout the arena. Several seconds into the grandiose entrance music, the curtains atop the ramp would be parted by the heiress' entourage before their benevolent employer herself would stride out.

Elegantly traipsing out with a queenly cadence to her perfectly poised steps, Gwen's graceful waltz down the ramp would be at a methodically slow pace as her six person entourage accompanied her in three man teams on both sides. Adorned in her form fitting and frilly royal blue and white wrestling attire that clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, the heiress' hazel eye gaze never wavered from the ring upon her approach. A majestic blue cape with the Primol insignia on it's back was flowing behind her and accentuated her highborn aura.

The bitter taste left in her mouth from the Entropy title fiasco had nearly been cleansed from her palate with each and every successful trouncing of her opponents since her poetic return address. A string of unmitigated success that further cemented her claim as a peerless competitor in this league, much to the chagrin of the audience who had to begrudgingly bare witness to every notch in her win column. Now her unrelenting pursuit of excellence had taken her to the grand finals of this lightweight tournament, the heiress approaching this spectacle as merely just another foothold up the mountainous hierarchy of this loathsome league of inferior competitors.  

Once at ringside Gwen's entourage would split up to unhook her cape and sit on the middle rope to widen the gap for her, the heiress striding up the steps and entering the ring while making no efforts to acknowledge her fastidious employees. Instead turning in place to stretch her lithe legs on the top ropes in her corner, limbering up one final time before approaching the middle of the ring to politely converse with her opponent. Observing her mousey competitor bouncing in place, the heiress was acutely aware of who her competitor was~...

"Ah, the baggage handler~...Apparently the criteria for representing the Dojo rests solely on one's ability to bend at the knees..." Gwen teased with a haughty smirk, her arms folded across her sumptuous chest. "My sincerest felicitations on progressing farther in this tournament than in last year's. Although...seeing as how I will be reigning triumphant today, and judging from your steady upward progression from tournament to tournament, that practically ensures that you'll most definitely be the victor next year~...*giggle*...But in all due seriousness my dear, I happened to observe your stirring address in regards to contending with fair and above board competitors. Well, look no further, for the dignified adversary you see before you is as unequivocally honorable, honest, and purely righteous as the driven snow~..." Gwen concluded her declaration with a poised bow and curtsy, her elegant gesture generating fervent jeers from the already incensed crowd.

"..."

Despite the overwhelming and cacophonous noises enveloping them from a jam-packed stadium, Gwen heard only tone-deaf silence after Gabbie's succinct reply. Her hazel-eyed gaze widening before narrowing into an emotionless and lethal expression on her visage. All remnants of her faux-cordiality and regal demeanor vanishing as she took two more steps towards Gabbie, clenching her fists and tightening her biceps as she centered every facet of her being towards the diminutive person in front of her. The heiress glaring downward towards Gabbie with a darkened aura to her.

"Now...there's a name I've not heard in some time...Congratulations, Gabbie...you have my undivided attention..."

"Mmm...quite. Well, here's hoping I can last the whole two seconds..." Gwen sarcastically uttered with a bitter smile. Backpedaling a few steps as well and having renewed conviction towards emerging victorious in this tournament. Earning the title of Tempest champion now coming in a distant second to simply wanting to hear Gabbie in some manner of pain.

The clanging of the ring bell signaled the official kickoff of the match, Gwen hardly circling the ring once before swiftly stomping forward for an overtly aggressive collar and elbow lockup. Entangling her arms with her opponents and clenching the back of Gabbie's neck before attempting to bull rush her opponent into the corner behind her.

Overpowering her opponents through sheer brute force was rarely an option for Gwendolyn, but Gabbie's petite size made her the veritable powerhouse in this matchup. An advantage she had sought to utilize by intending to corner Gabbie early on and bully her into the nearest turnbuckle before she rigidly planted her feet and annoyingly impeded Gwen's shoving momentum.

"...Tch...Impudent-Hugh!" Gwendolyn's snobbish insult and her aggressive shoving would both be interrupted by Gabbies knee plowing into the heiress' slim abdomen. Lurching forward with a wincing groan after her entire frame jerked from the impact, Gwen's irritation at her inability to corner Gabbie compelled her to abandon the hold by pushing her forward a few feet. The heiress glaring daggers at Gabbie before marching back up to her and attempting a a stiff boot to Gabbie's smug face.