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

Asuka's feet drove into that protected stomach and shot the busty blond backwards right into the steel cage which was enough to get a sweet cry out from the heiress...which was just what the Japanese-American wanted, she was far from done though...she had a lot more aggression she needed to take out upon her blond rival / nemesis....which she was planning to enact right now!

Looking to pull herself up towards her knees, the raven haired Asuka would attempt to reach out for a handful of curly locks and attempt to pull on them hard, looking to try and drag Gwen towards the center of the ring by her hair, should she be successful in her en-devour then the red falcon would attempt to quickly snag her strong lean legs around Gwen's head in an attempt to place the Imperial Rose into a painful headscissor hold! Looking to have her thighs try and squeeze that head until it popped!

After retreating and regrouping into the nearest turnbuckle, Gwen pressed her back into the padded corner with one arm shielding her continuously battered midsection. Arching over herself with golden curls hanging limply over her shoulders, Gwen offered Asuka a steely-eyed glare from what was becoming an increasingly one-sided affair thanks largely to how much pent up animosity her raven-haired nemesis had towards the posh heiress...

...a character flaw that Gwen intended to exploit. Once Asuka was predictably approaching her with impassioned vengeance guiding her actions, Gwen would lash out with a stiff boot to her gut merely to stun her and impede her progress. Gwen than immediately pushed herself of the corner to wrap her left arm over Asuka's shoulder with her other hand clasping tightly onto the back of Asuka's firm thigh. After hugging the bitter rivals closely together, Gwen would elegantly bridge herself backward with Asuka in tow and attempt to implant her on the back of head and shoulders for a corner exploder suplex!

With Gwendolyn having managed to push herself up towards her feet and fled into the corner, it probably wasn't the wisest thing for Asuka to be so narrow minded right now, as she was like a bull. Only looking to hurt and beat down Gwendolyn as much as she could right now. She moved into Gwendolyn and wanted to latch for that blond mane, and pull her rival and foe down hard onto the mat...but as she moved up....

There Gwendolyn was, showing off why she was a former champion as she wrapped her arms around Asuka, for a split second or so their chests collided and before Asuka could do much the Half-Japanese woman was lifted off of her feet and then thrown right into the corner with that corner exploder suplex! Her back hit the turnbuckle hard and a gasp escaped from her lips before she crumbled down into a heap onto the mat.

Even those who despised the heiress in the audience couldn't help but offer faint praise from the athleticism Gwen displayed in the sudden corner suplex. The heiress elegantly bridging herself backward in a seamless motion while balancing herself on the tips of her toes before collapsing back down. Gwen's plan for leading Asuka into that corner having only just dawned on her once she realized that Asuka's anger was guiding her actions and not cold rational thought. Something the heiress took great pride in, and used that mindset to have perfectly reversed their positions.

"Well...thanks to that lovely altercation, I'm oh so pleasantly reminded of your remarkably short fuse, dear Asuka..." Gwen scoffed in irritation while raising herself back to her feet. She then grabbed Asuka by her hair and propped her against the bottom turnbuckle. A perfect position for Gwen to start repeatedly stomping her pristine white boot on Asuka's modest chest and midsection while the heiress held onto the top rope.

Though it was only to keep her raven-haired foe cornered, complacent, and winded before Gwen would take off in a dashing sprint in the opposite direction and bounce off the adjacent ropes. Upon her return, Gwen would extend her leg for a running front kick to Asuka's temple, the heiress intentionally leaving her smooth thigh shoved intently against Asuka's cheek well after the degrading face wash.

Asuka grunted as Gwendolyn's boot came crashing into her chest over and over, smacking down against her chest and pulling out more and more air out of her lung. Sending surges of pain running through all of Asuka's ribcage as she shook her head. Her hands clutched tightly onto the ropes to keep herself from sinking down too far, she knew that if she fell down any further against the corner she wouldn't have a way to claw herself back into the match anytime soon. 

What she hadn't expected though was for the blond to stop her assault and start to move away from her, causing the raven haired wrestler to start to breath out, she needed air back into her lungs to move....but it didn't look as if she was going to get the time to do so, as soon enough came Gwendolyn's boot against the lovely Asuka's cheek, snapping her head to the side and flattening the woman against the corner. She slumped down a bit further as she was then left with Gwendolyn's thigh dragging across her face...the grip that Asuka had on the ropes had been lost as she then laid against the corner in a not to comfortable position with her arms just draped over the ropes, barley keeping her from falling flat down onto the mat.

Once Gwen's face-scrapping kick walloped Asuka clear across her cheek, rather than lift herself up, Gwen instead leveraged herself heavily against her fallen rival and leaned her entire weight against the corner turnbuckle. A supremely smug grin on her posh visage as she pressed the side of her smooth thigh and curvature of her backside against Asuka's groaning face. It was the heiress' way of both keeping Asuka from rising back up anytime soon, and quite literally rubbing it in her face that she was the one in dominant control of their rematch.

Though her fun eventually had to come to a conclusion, and after a few more seconds Gwen would begrudgingly remove her thigh from Asuka's plastered face and "encourage" her rival back to her feet by tugging on her hair. Though in the process, Gwen would maneuver behind Asuka and climb the corner ring post behind her. Once the haughty aristocrat was seated comfortably atop the corner turnbuckle, Gwen would snake her arms around Asuka's neck, stand tall on the middle ropes, and attempt to have Asuka dramatically hang in mid-air in the constricting sleeperhold.

"Hggh..." The heiress groaned through gritted teeth from the strain of supporting her rival's weight. Hugging Asuka tightly against her in the hangman's sleeperhold for as long as she could manage it, and if uninterrupted would relinquish her grip to have her rival unceremoniously flop back down to the canvas.

Asuka groaned out in a low manner against Gwendolyn's lovely thigh as she started to feel it sliding away from her face...it wasn't long before the blond took a hold of her by her hair and started to guide the red falcon up towards her feet. With Asuka groaning out and being rather groggy at the moment the busty heiress had a fairly free reign over the tenacious Asuka! 

However, the little bird was soon enough trapped as she was pulled right up off of her feet. She could feel those mighty orbs of Gwendolyn upon her shoulders as she was pulled up into the air high. Air being a thing of the past for the moment as she rasped and coughed. Hands moving up to hold and thug on Gwendolyn's arms, as her legs kicked and dangled as she was held up for that painful hangman sleeper-hold! Thankfully for Asuka the heiress was not the strongest woman and didn't seem to be capable of holding her up like this for a very long time. 

After a few seconds the raven haired beauty was dropped and fell down onto her knees before dropping forward to all fours. She coughed and rasped and buried her forehead down against the mat, shaking her head slightly.

The heiress hugged her captured prey tightly with clenched teeth from the concerted effort it was taking to rob Asuka's lungs of air. But eventually gravity and the strain on Gwen's arms would lead to the heiress releasing her rival to flop back down to the canvas.

Gwen held her arms at her sides as she gazed down at the humbled mess that was her raven-haired rival. Her plan to trap Asuka in the corner and dismantle her from there was going along quite swimmingly, if she said so herself. The classy noblewoman smirking pompously down at Asuka before hopping from her perch and landing behind her rival.

"Hmm~...not quite the manner you envisioned this playing out, I would imagine~..." Gwen elegantly stated as she strolled around Asuka, her hands folded behind her curvy backside during her waltz before coming to a stop right in front of her. "I'm afraid to say that things have changed quite drastically since our first encounter, not the least of which being the sharpening of my wrestling skills and technique. Although, this position seems rather familiar~..." Gwen remarked while rubbing the bottom of her boot against the back of Asuka's head while she was still bent over, in reference to when her rival had to admit her inferiority to the world at the end of their last match.

Once Gwen felt she had sufficiently rubbed in her advantage, the heiress would bend down to clench onto Asuka's hair to guide her upwards before turning in place. Ensnaring Asuka'a head with a snug side headlock would bring her rival into the familiar position of having her cheek rub intently against Gwen's perfect chest. Her bicep muscles flexed and put some heightened strain on Asuka's neck before she took a step back and began to sprint forward for an attempted running bulldog!!

"Agkh!"..*cough* Kh!..." Asuka let out as she was on all fours with her rear pointed towards the corner. She was not doing all too well right now, but her anger and rage towards Gwendolyn was far from gone. In fact it seemed as if the blond heiress was going to pour more wood on that fire. As the busty woman stepped down from the turnbuckle and came up in front of Asuka, the raven haired model was about to raise her head before she got a boot to the back of it. 

Gritting her teeth as Gwendolyn rubbed her boot down against her head and spouted out her usual nonsense. The red falcon had without a doubt had enough of the Imperial Rose for a whole life time...

Soon Asuka's hair was grabbed by her long ponytail and she was guided upwards so she was in under Gwendolyn's armpit with her cheek pressing right up against that large breast. The blond's strong arm hugging and wrenching upon her head....Asuka was made to run and with it the gears started to turn in her head. Her arms quickly wrapped around Gwendolyn's waist and when the heiress was about to pull off that bulldog, Asuka would try and brace her feet against the mat and pull the other way, pulling her entire frame backwards and attempting to lift the lovely frame of Gwendolyn into the air. Trying to hit the busty blond with a backdrop suplex right down onto the mat!

Tormenting Asuka had always been a distinct pleasure of Gwendolyn's ever since first locking horns with her raven-haired rival in their first match. Her impertinent former baggage handler having been a consistent thorn in her side ever since than, with time having done little to quell their general animosity towards eachother. So despite her objections towards their fateful rematch, Gwendolyn inwardly relished the opportunity to remind Asuka of her innate inferiority...and what better way to illustrate her point than to grind her boot against the back of Asuka's head while she was on all fours as if she were prostrating herself before the heiress.

Though now with her head snugly constricted in the firm headlock, Gwen intended to do much more than that. Namely by taking off in a full-on sprint before attempting to face-plant Asuka into the canvas...or that was what she intended, Gwen's eyes widening when she felt the constricting grip around her waist and sudden stop to her advancement.

"Yaaa!!" Gwen yelped sharply from the sudden turnaround that had her being chucked backwards, the haughty aristocrat being implanted on her back to thunderous applause. The ring-shaking impact causing Gwen to jolt up and roll over numerous times until she came to a sudden stop against the bottom rope and the metal cage behind it. One eye winced shut and a groaning inflection to her voice as she shuffled her elbows beneath her to start pushing herself back up.