Tempest Tournament Finals: Gabbie Desjardini Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Feeling immense and vainglorious pride over having seemingly outwitted the Dojo lackey once more, Gwendolyn was certain that this woeful mistake was the final nail in the coffin for Gabbie's slim chances of emerging victorious. But catching Gabbie's sly smirk caused Gwen to hesitate briefly with a raised eyebrow before-

*THWACK*

-Gabbie's devastating enzuigiri exploded against the side of Gwen's head with an echoing explosion akin to a firecracker being set off in the arena of stunned onlookers!! The clocked heiress taking the full impact of the finisher against her previously pristine cheek, spittle flying from her mouth as her curvy frame whipped around in place for a graceful spin before letting gravity take over. Gwendolyn slowly teetering forward like a chopped tree and collapsing with just as much grace, her feet bouncing up before settling back down.

"...uhhngh..." Gwen's golden locks were scattered around her grumbling head, the pompous aristocrat having been thoroughly leveled after having the taste kicked out of her mouth...

Gabbie watched as Gwendolyn tumbled. It was a feeling that she had felt many times before and one that was especially satisfying against the haughty heiress. As the crowd roared, Gabbie pushed to her knees and shoved Gwendolyn onto her back.

reaching for one of her legs, Gabbie grabbed it and rolled her body over, mashing her back against Gwendolyn's body and awaiting the expected three count. She shut her eyes, intent on nodding along with the referee and the crowd.

Muttering incoherently from being rolled over, the heiress had nary the slightest inking where she was or what was transpiring when Gabbie rolled her lifeless form over. Her pulsating head pains and complete lack of awareness leaving her completely incapable of resisting being pinned to the mat beneath Gabbie!!

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"4!"

Throngs of fans all chanted aloud in teeming frustration over what was becoming a six count pin and clear as day evidence that Gwendolyn was undoubtedly defeated in this matchup...except the referee was the only one in attendance not counting along!! The pin-stripped official emphatically shaking Gabbie's shoulder to get her attention before pointing to the other side of the ring, where the handcuffs had been placed!!

"Cuff her!! You gotta cuff her or it doesn't count!!" The ref bellowed over the booing audience, reminding the Dojo lackey of the winning stipulations in this match which had apparently skipped her mind!!

By the time the crowd had gotten past three, Gabbie's eyes widened. There was no bells and the crowd was beginning to boo. The Canadian looked up with confusion and heard the referee's barking. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of forgetting the rules and she could feel all of the adrenaline leaving her.

With a heavy sigh, Gabbie rolled off of Gwendolyn and began to roll out of the ring. When she planted her feet, she hissed and faltered. She limped slowly to the table where the cuffs were layed out, wincing all the way. She angrily grabbed a pair and began to limp back towards the apron. She had a deadly look on her face and the red on her face remained but it was replaced by anger rather than embarrassment.

With Gabbie's weight being removed from her heaving chest, slight semblances of consciousnesses began to stir within the heiress. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes once more as she stirred back to life, her renewed senses allowing her to be reacquainted with the stinging pain in her cheek. Once she was at least coherent enough to remember where she was, it was fairly rudimentary to surmise what had just happened...and what she was at risk of losing.

"...ngh." Gwen remained completely docile while she continued to collect her thoughts, grumbling under her breath as she shifted one of her legs up so it was bent at the knee. Accepting the lamentable fact that Gabbie, the Dojo baggage handler, had struck her down for what felt like half a minute was a thought that was beginning to infuriate Gwen the more she reflected on it.

She tilted her head up slightly and peered up to catch the Dojo lackey approaching her with the silver handcuffs. Once Gabbie was positioned directly at Gwen's feet, the heiress would reflexively lift her bent leg back and sharply kick at the knee of Gabbie's hobbled leg!!

Gabbie just prayed that she had knocked Gwendolyn loopy enough to roll her over and cuff her. She'd seen girls out for a minute and thought the possibility was real. If she had been a bit more spry in her step, she was certain she could have made the trot quickly, but but the pain in her leg was still making her wince.

Still as she let the cuffs dangle in her hand and loomed over Gwendolyn, it seemed like she could finish things off. That was, until Gwendolyn shot out her leg and stabbed it into her targeted leg.

"Gaaaahhh!"

Gabbie's leg buckled and tears welled up in her eyes. She hoped that things weren't seriously damaged, but she wasn't too worried about that. Gabbie dropped to her knees and flopped to the side, discarding the handcuffs and grabbing her injured leg.

Groggily ascending with one hand massaging her battered jaw, Gwen scrunched her face from the still lingering pains coursing though her formally pristine face. She pushed herself off one knee but stumbled backward off her wobbling legs to lean against the nearby ropes. The pompous aristocrat feverishly checked and double checked to see if Gabbie's foot had irreparably scarred her immaculate visage.

"You!! Hand me a mirror!!" Gwendolyn's boundless vanity even compelled her to turn in place to viciously demand her ringside entourage hand her a compact mirror. They balked at the request and briefly fumbled over themselves before handing her one from one of their tote backs. She snatched it away and thoroughly examined her reflection before she froze in place with a wide eyed gaze...noticing the reddened blemish on her cheek.

Snarling her teeth and flinging the mirror out of the ring, Gwen suddenly had newfound strength in her legs as she ominously stalked the Dojo lackey from behind. The heiress gleaming with feral intensity in her eyes and evil intent written all over face as she remained in Gabbie's blindspot. Once Gwen started tapping her foot behind her other leg, the audience recognized the signature wind up position and raised an uproar to warn Gabbie. But once the Dojo lackey had arisen and turned towards her, the heiress would perform a fast paced and elegant ballerina spin in place before delivering her Colère de Dieu superkick finisher!!

Gabbie writhed on the ground, clutching her leg as she tried to soothe away the pain. She only barely registered what Gwendolyn said as she rolled onto her hands and knees and winced. Sweat dripped off her messy pink and blonde locks and her small chest heaved as she sucked in breath.

Still determined, she pushed her elbows into the canvas and lifted her leg, slowly trying to rise to her feet. She planted her bad leg first and hissed, biting her lip as she tried to shove the pain away, trying not to cry in pain while around Gwendolyn.

As she rose to her feet, she tested her leg and began to hop to face Gwendolyn, only to catch a Superkick flush in the chin.

*crack!*

The crowd shuddered and gasped and Gabbie's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fell like timber. She crashed to the mat with her arms spread out, not moving except for the small rise and fall of her petite chest.

The jolting reverberations of Gwen's dreaded superkick finisher had sent proverbial shivers up her spine, the heiress standing tall over the knocked senseless Dojo lackey. A malicious sneer creeping over her face as she soaked in the sight of the proud kick-boxer now laid out and reduced to a broken and disheveled mess. There was simply no more appropriate way of repaying the Dojo lackey from putting the heiress through non-stop pummeling kicks this entire match than by leveling Gabbie with her own superkick...and showing the lowly baggage handler how those with class and sophistication get it done.

"...*pant*...*pant*..." Gwen heaved exhaustively as she struggled to remain upright, her head and abdomen aching horribly with her curvy frame drenched in sweat. As thoroughly drained as she was, Gwen still recognized this as her golden opportunity to put this match in the history books. And thankfully for her, she remembered the special stipulations for this match. When this match was over, Gwen would have to thank Gabbie for being so kind as to bring the handcuffs directly to her~...

After rolling Gabbie over to her front side by grabbing her arm, Gwen moved to straddle her smooth backside upon her opponent's upper back while facing her legs. The heiress reached over to snatch the silver cuffs before placing both of Gabbie's wrists on her lower lumbar. With one tightening cuff locked on one wrist...and the second cuff locking onto the other...Gwen would extend her arms wide to her sides in a grandiose fashion and lean her head back until her golden curls hung loosely behind her. The ref confirmed that the cuffs were secured and signaled for the bell to chime loudly. Gwen's imperial theme began blaring over the speakers to immense booing when the audience's worst fears were ultimately realized...

"Your winner...and Tempest Tournament Grand Champion!!!...Gwendolyn...Dupont...Bettencourt!!!!!!!!"

"Nnnnn....."

The clanging of the bell roused the young kickboxer and she began to stir. Her body instincually tried to unfurl itself and begin to stand up but she soon found herself unable to move. One, because Gwendolyn's curvy form perched on her back and tow, because her hands were now locked together in humiliating fashion.

"Tch..." Gabbie only hissed as she came to realize the situation and shut her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and she lowered her head against the canvas, just waiting for Gwendolyn to leave so she could be uncuffed and crawl home.