Asuka Kotori Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt: II - Steel Cage Match

Steel Cage Match
Rules: Hardcore
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Escaping from the cage

Spoiler:

It had been a long time in the making, but Asuka was finally getting her chance...Gwendolyn had been dodging out of this whole thing for a long time and it was without a doubt causing Asuka quite a lot of frustration. She wanted to get her hands at Gwendolyn and had kept trying for a very long time.  Yet the pompous blond had not let her, blocking her attempts with delays and obnoxious paper work! Finally though...finally she had managed to find a way to get the match rolling and that was without a doubt going to be where Asuka would find herself on top of the blond! In this cage where no one could interfered with their match like last time!

The Raven haired wrestler stepped out onto the ramp as her music blasted out heavily out of the speakers and with it the beautiful woman dressed in her new outfit. The same one she had worn in her match impromptu spar/fight against the blond aristocrat. The raven haired woman walked down the ramp confidently right up onto that cage sealed mat. She walked right up to the side that had the cage door and climbed in and slipped through the ropes. Getting up towards the center of the ring, placing her hands on her hips as she'd whip her long pony tail back over her shoulder. The crowd was neither hateful or loving, they gave her a luke warm reception as the Japanese American would walk up towards her corner and settle in against it, awaiting the blond aristocrat so she could beat her ass all over this cage!

Spoiler:

No sooner had Gwendolyn stepped her pristine white boots off of her private jet had the heiress been informed of the laundry list of momentous events that had transpired in her absence. From acts of arson and hooliganism running rampant, to the sudden though wholly welcomed resignation of the former General Manager. Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt having been nothing but an unholy thorn in her side for the entire duration of her time in the league by booking her in matches clearly intended to put the heiress at an inherent disadvantage. Therefore, with her departure, and Gwendolyn chalking this one up as yet another victory in her favor by outlasting the infamous domme, the heiress was already envisioning how utterly delightful it would be to be free of that wretched woman's influence...

...before her legal team would inform her that their efforts to push back one certain match had finally reached it's limits, and that the heiress faced immediate termination from the league if she refused to have a rematch with a certain familiar acquaintance...

With the dreaded sound of her theme blaring over the speakers, the ritualistic chorus of boos greeted the haughty dignitary upon lavishly striding out from behind the curtain. Adorned in the same form fitting blue, black, and gold outfit she had worn the last time she had graced Asuka with her company, the pompous aristocrat maintained her poised posture and smug scowl despite the hailing jeers around here. Conspicuously striding down the ramp unattended to the surprise of the audience as she stepped through the metal doorway and ascended the nearby stairs into the ring. Gwen wasted little time in marching towards the middle of the ring and folding her arms below her voluptuous chest. Standing authoritatively while waiting her for her former baggage handler to meet her there as well.

"Hmph...Do forgive me if I fail to offer you the same heartfelt greeting when last we met, Dear Asuka. I see absolutely no benefit in once again thrashing the woman who humiliated Heather Sunderland. If that can even be considered an accomplishment anymore..." Gwen pompously stated in a callback to the reasoning behind wanting to face Asuka in the first place. Now glaring down at her with an annoyed tone to her posh vocals. "...and yet here I find myself. Right back where I started, despite having elevated myself to the upper echelons of this leagues hierarchy, and apparently incapable of shaking you off my illustrious coattails..."

Asuka's eyes focused on the pompous blond who strolled down towards the caged ring, when the blond had finally entered the structure and moved up towards the center of the ring the raven haired Asuka would step up towards the center of the ring as well, placing her hands on her hips as she'd glare at Gwendolyn with a fierce look in her eyes. She wouldn't let today's match go anything like their first one, she was going to make damn sure that Gwendolyn got a taste of defeat.

When she started to hear the woman speak the Japanese American would narrow her eyes a bit. She'd take a deep breath after listening to the womans insults and then finally answer back. " You didn't trash me in that spar, as I remember it. You ran away before I got to trash you." Asuka let out as she would then glare into the blond's eyes. " Do watch yourself Gwendolyn, cause the higher up you climb the more painful the fall will be." The Raven haired woman let out as she would bring her arms up into a grappling stance, offering Gwen a simple collar and elbow tie up as the bell finally rang.

"A...jaundiced, recollection of our last encounter..." Gwen bitterly responded with a noticeable twinge in her eye from Asuka's biased interpretation of their last sparring session. As far as Gwen remembered, she was the one on the verge of once again overcoming her raven-haired rival and putting this entire matter to bed had her dutiful entourage not separated them against her wishes. They were clearly concerned for Asuka's own well being and helping to keep the heiress from missing any of her appointments later on in that day...

"But do allow me to correct your addle-brained memory, Dear Asuka. Administering to you yet another dignified thrashing at my graceful hands appears to be the only way to settle this charade once and for all~..." Gwen pompously stated with a prideful smirk, flicking her golden curls off her shoulder as she lowered herself into her own grappling stance. Gwen extended her toned leg behind her and shuffled her fingers in all the tell-tale motions of accepting Asuka's collar and elbow tie up as they had always began their matches...but once Asuka was within arm's each, Gwen would abruptly attempt to snag Asuka’s wrist while stepping to her side. The heiress aggressively twisting her limb in the arm wringer with an occasional forearm strike to Asuka’s shoulder to heighten the strain.

Asuka was fully expecting the blond heiress to come in for that collar and elbow tie-up, she was showing all the signs that she was going to, that she was willing to test herself against Asuka, so much so that Asuka was completely suckered in. The red falcon's arm was grabbed and pulled in as she was pulled into an arm wringer which forced the brunette to double over and struggle, her free arm reaching around with her other hand to try and grab at her own arm and pull it free...which of course wasn't going to work.

Gwendolyn then started to hammer down her arm against the shoulder of the Japanese American, causing Asuka to gasp out in pain as her arm reached around to hold her shoulder. " Kh..." she clicked her tongue as she would try and struggle and pull Gwendolyn towards her, so she could attempt and grab onto Gwendolyn's arms and try and go for a double arm drag to break the blond's hold and toss her down onto the mat.

Goading Asuka into believing Gwendolyn was going for the typical lockup was more effortless than she surmised, the heiress smirking from her dubious deception working out and having her raven-haired rival lurched over in pain. Gwen pelted Asuka's shoulder with periodic forearm strikes while continuing to uncomfortably twist her arm to hopefully curtail and distract Asuka from concentrating about how to counter her woeful position.

Regrettably, Gwen's efforts would be for naught once she noticed her raven-haired rival making for a grabbing motion with her free arm. "Tch.." Gwendolyn irritatingly scoffed from Asuka's pesky movements and struggling before she found herself being chucked overhead and onto her curvy backside by the arm drag takedown. The heiress was gifted in her agility though and was able roll to forward with the momentum until she came to a stop a few feet away, then turning around and gradually climbing to her knees with an irritated scowl on her face towards Asuka.

Asuka's struggles soon seemed to work out rather well, as she was able to break off Gwendolyn's oppressive hold and throw her opponent away. Eyes fixed on the blond as she saw her crash right down onto her rear, to the untrained eye it simply seemed as if Gwen had rolled off the entire attack without any pain...though to Asuka it was clear that the impact on the Heiress bum without a doubt hurt...

The Red Falcon quickly pushed up to a stand, shaking her arm a bit as she saw Gwen climb up towards her knees...Asuka would take off, running right for Gwendolyn as she would attempt to leap up and attempt to drive her feet right into Gwendolyn's large chest for a drop kick!

Visibly irritated from having lost her grip on not only Asuka's arm, but her early lead in the match as well, Gwen sought to immediately reengage with her former baggage handler as soon as she was capable. Though the lingering dizziness and slight twinges of pain on her backside impeded her upward progress.

Her graceful recovery after being chucked overhead was seemingly flawless, but it still wasn't enough to get her back into the fray as quickly as she needed. The heiress widening her eyes from Asuka's dashing charge straight towards her as she climbed back to her feet, reflexively raising her arms but regrettably unable to react quickly enough to prevent being dropkicked right off her feet to growing applause.

"Oooph!!" Gwen coughed from the boots colliding with her supple chest and sending her tumbling backwards in another rolling retreat. Only this time Gwendolyn came to a stop at the nearby ropes, wincing from the pain while clasping onto the bottom rope at her side.

Asuka wasn't about to let Gwendolyn intimidate her, to the raven haired beauty the accomplishments of the aristocrats meant nothing to her! She could have accomplished all of that and more if she hadn't been occupied with different matters. She was here tonight to show Gwendolyn and the world just what she was made off and payback her blond haired nemesis for the cheap way that the woman had cost her the win in their match.

Asuka shook her head as she pushed up towards her feet, watching Gwendolyn roll off towards the ropes like that. Not intent on letting Gwendolyn get even a shred of rest the Japanese-American would proceed to run off, as fast as she could towards Gwendolyn, looking to close the distance between them and then drop into a sliding dropkick, attempting to have it come crashing down right into that taut covered midsection of the heiress.

Asuka was going to bust out all the stops to defeat the arrogant and pompous Gwendolyn, and she was about to make sure that the Aristocrat knew that just from their first little exchange.

Swelling applause was being generated from the sudden offensive turnaround the match had taken in Asuka's favor, the crowd obviously pleased with seeing the loathed heiress sent tumbling backward after getting dropkicked off her feet. Gwen herself being briefly taken off her game from underestimating just how intently Asuka wished to reclaim some semblance of the honor and dignity Gwen had deprived her of in their first matchup.

Gwen grit her teeth and grasped onto the nearby ropes with her right hand to help elevate her back to a vertical base and perhaps back into this match in the process. Those ambitions being thwarted when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Asuka was already dashing her towards at a breakneck pace.The heiress having just a split second more time to react by quickly shielding her abs behind her folded arms to absorb the brunt of the impact.

"Gah!!" Gwen nevertheless cried out loud from the sliding kick that propelled her backward against the steel linked cage behind her with a reverberating clash of metal and flesh. Scrambling back to her feet now took immediate precedence as Gwen hurriedly crawled away from Asuka than clambered back up when she came to the nearby turnbuckle. Her back pressed against the padded corner with an arm covering her aching chest and a grimacing scowl never leaving her sophisticated visage.