Tempest Tournament Finals: Gabbie Desjardini Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

The pin-stripped official would take this opportunity to grab Gwen's wrist and raise it high while also pointing in her direction. The final formality in what was always a foregone conclusion in the heiress' eyes. Emerging triumphant and adding to her growing list of glorious accomplishments in this league, Gwen basked in the unending boos with the smug satisfaction of having once again provided ample proof of her utter superiority towards the entire roster~...

All, quite literally, on the back of of yet another fallen Dojo lackey. So swept up in the moment, the heiress had almost forgotten that Gabbie was still beneath her when she suddenly felt her squirming struggles beneath her. Gwen peered behind her and noticed her reddened complexion, a sinister sneer creeping across her face. The opportunity to continue their heartfelt discussion was simply too enticing to pass...and the sight of a helpless and handcuffed Gabbie brought other salacious thoughts to mind as well~...

Gwen spun around so she was facing Gabbie's head, and eased herself downward until her curvaceous frame was stretched out perfectly atop her. Gwen's sumptuous chest now shifting and rubbing against Gabbie's back as she lowered herself onto her petite form. The heiress rested her head next to Gabbie's, affectionately nuzzling their mutually reddened cheeks together. Gwen panted heatedly down the kickboxer's neck. She earnestly enjoyed the shared and sweltering body heat from the sweaty embrace, and the alluring prospect of embarrassing the tough fighter with tactics she may be unprepared for.

"Now...unless I'm mistaken...it appears as if I have delivered on what you so fervently desired. Fair competition with nary a hint of illegal maneuvers...and here you are. Soundly defeated by my own hands with only yourself to blame for foolishly thinking you were my superior in any fathomable way. I do believe apologies are in order, or simply a confession of your own inferiority would do quite nicely~..." Gwen sensually uttered directly into the Dojo lackey's ear, her lush lips grazing her lobe and punctuating her simple request with some light nibbling of her earlobe.

Gabbie grunted as Gwendolyn adjusted her position and pinned her curvy form against Gabbie's frame. Her cheeks remained red, especially when the heiress' soft, pillowy chest pressed against her back.

Gabbie shivered when Gwendolyn's soft lips were so close against her ear. She chewed on her lip to keep her mind focused.

"You won." Gabbie admitted. That alone was hard to do. "In a ridiculous match." She added. "Now... Get off me..."

"Daw...Sour grapes~..." Gwen childishly pouted while pinching Gabbie's flustered red cheek. Seeing the kickboxers quivering reactions to Gwen's heated teasing was well worth the time spent immediately after her win, but something else had come to Gwen's mind as the most apropos way to end the night.

By now Gwen had eased herself off of Gabbie, but still kept the Dojo lackey pinned down to the canvas by stomping her boot between her shoulder blades. "A mic, s'il vous plaît~..." Gwen calmly asked of her steadfast entourage who were beginning to swarm the ring, one of them hanging back to take one from an official before handing it to the heiress. She slowly raised the mic to her lips but had to wait a few seconds before there was a lull in the booing jeers before she could speak up.

"...*giggle*....Never fear, I promise that this victory speech will be succinct and concise. From the bottom of heart, I wish to dedicate my triumphant tournament run and this particular success to someone who, sadly, couldn't be here tonight. Not due to injury or illness mind you, but due to her own simpering cowardice and subpar wrestling skills....Cassandra Elliot~....this match I dedicate in your honor~..." Gwen cheerfully declared with a beaming smile and grandiose wave of her arm over the rabid audience.

"In whatever hovel you've squirreled yourself away in, I hope you can still witness just how well we're all doing without you...Ta~..." After quite literally dropping the mic, Gwen would backpedal and offer the crowd once last winking smirk before exiting the ring surrounded by her entourage. Once halfway up the ramp, the heiress would slouch forward and cradle her sore abdomen. Though despite that pain, the first item on her agenda would be addressing the blemish on her tragically marked face...

Gabbie couldn't do much as Gwendolyn touched her and whispered in her ear. Even afterwards, she tried to squirm only to be heldfast under Gwendolyn's weight and be forced to endure the heiress' chastising of Cassie. When she was younger, she always hated Cassie, especially after what happened to her sister, but she respected Cassie and her abilities. Now her feelings were different and, perhaps, even in line with Gwendolyn's. She thought that Cassie was a coward who couldn't cut it in the league.

But Gabbie had a history with Cassie and a long one and even if she thought Cassie ran away, there was still a part of her that had wished she hadn't and no matter what Gwendolyn said, she was being a condescending and insulting bitch. Gabbie would never act like that no matter how cowardly she thought Cassie was. That was just wrong and Gwendolyn herself was cowardly in Gabbie's own eyes, even if she hadn't needed to use any tricks to beat her. Gabbie was certain that if it had been a standard match, a fair fight with no silly gimmicks, that she would have won.

As Gwendolyn left, Gabbie fell limp against the canvas and sighed. She shut her eyes for a few minutes and let everything sink in before she rolled to the apron and slipped out of the ring. She walked with her head low and her hands cuffed behind her back. She hoped she wouldn't have to hear about this from the dojo girls or, even worse, her sister. She just wanted to slink out from the arena, get her cuffs off, shower and go home.

Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt wins via handcuffs.