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

Asuka panted out as she hoisted Gwendolyn up into the air and then tossed the woman backwards with all her might. Spiking the busty blond down with a powerful backdrop suplex which shook the ring a bit and rallied the crowd behind the raven haired wrestler. The Red Falcon laid back for a second or two against the mat. Panting out as she'd turn over onto her front and push herself up to her hands and knees.

Eying Gwendolyn's frame, the Half-Japanese woman would attempt to quickly make her way up towards the legs of Gwendolyn, trying to grab a hold of them as she'd rise up to her feet. Asuka would then try and pull Gwendolyn off towards the center of the ring and quickly try and twist her rival over onto her front. Stepping over the lovely blue and black covered frame of the heiress. 

Trying to pull Gwendolyn into a boston crab submission hold and press her rear down against the back of Gwendolyn. Rubbing down her shapely ass against the woman's back. Trying to bend Gwen's frame up into a C-shape and cause the busty blond some intense pain!

A momentary...ngh...setback...

At least that's Gwen wearily thought to herself as she made her laborious attempt to get back to her feet, the heiress finding it hard to think on much else after having been implanted on the back of her head and shoulders. Having had such a dominant foothold in the match perhaps leading to a brief lapse in judgment. One that Gwen intended to rectify as soon as she got her hands on that reprehensible former baggage-handler of hers.

Though once she began wearily shuffling her hands beneath her, her eyes shot wide when she felt herself being dragged by her ankles towards the middle of the ring. Her brief bewilderment over what was going on would be made clear once Asuka planted her curvy backside on her lower lumbar and began bending Gwendolyn over herself in the boston crab.

"Ragh...Un..hand...me..." Gwen growled out once she felt the strain on her lower back, her leg muscles tightening up while in Asuka's assertive grasp. The heiress gritting her teeth while attempting to initially prop herself up on her hands, her first method of resisting the submission and possibly alleviate some strain on her contorted spine.

Now she had her, Asuka was certain that this hold would do Gwendolyn no good and weaken a lot of the lovely heiress offense in the future of this match, As long as she could keep it locked in for a good while and cause some serious damage. If not that, she could ramp up the pain as much as she possibly could and hold onto Gwen for not as long...but do a lot more damage. 

She soon got her answer of what to do...when Gwendolyn started to push herself upwards a bit and try ti lessen the strain on her back. " Oh no you don't!" Asuka roared out as she would try and push herself up a stand for no less than a second, before trying to come down further up, seating herself against Gwendolyn's shoulder blades as she'd try and pull her rival into an even more hellish angle of the boston crab. Trying to test the very limits of Gwendolyn's flexibility as much as humanly possible. 

Gritting her teeth as she flexed her arms in order to hug those legs tightly so that her golden haired nemesis wouldn't have a very easy time to escape.

A lifetime of ballet exercises was both a blessing and curse for the horribly angled heiress at the moment. On one hand, it enabled the heiress to have a rather abundant pain tolerance for contorting and bending her svelte frame into positions otherwise impossible for the normal combatant. However, on the other, it meant that whenever she was caught in such a debilitating position, that her opponent would find it easy to test the curvature of her spine as far back as they could manage.

"Oh yes...I do!" Gwen muttered while trying so fervently to resist the hold when it was first applied, the heiress thinking she had gotten Asuka to back off of her when she felt her opponent unseat herself from her lower spine...only for Asuka to reapply the hold at an even more excruciating angle.

"Raagh..." Gwen cried out in renewed pain once Asuka wrenched in the Boston crab once more and pushed Gwen’s flexible body to its utmost limits, Asuka's pert rump now firmly planted and annoyingly rubbing against her upper spine. Thankfully, her high tolerance for pain in these types of situations was keeping her from submitting prematurely. But that's not to say she could think of a way to escape from it as she grimaced and moaned from being worked over in the submission hold that had onlookers wincing and gasping from, quite frankly, how bendable Gwendolyn was.

Asuka had Gwendolyn right where she wanted her, the blond was trapped in her clutches and the Japanese-American wasn't about to let her foe go, not now...not ever! Now that she was taking Gwen's lovely back to it's limits....she couldn't help but wonder how much more she could do! 

The raven haired beauty's plump rear rubbed down against Gwendolyn's lovely upperback...but shortly that rear would try to scoot up. More and more, until she reached Gwendolyn's shoulder blades, looking to firmly seat herself on them as she pulled back on those legs and tried to put an immense torque on that lovely curvy spine of the busty heiress. 

She had a desire to put Gwendolyn through as much pain as she possibly could, even though holding the woman in this hold and pulling her up in such an intense manner was not an easy task. It had become so difficult now to bend Gwendolyn that Asuka was even forced to bite down on her lower lips to be able to keep up the struggle as she was working her muscles as much as she could to bring down a universe of pain upon her rivals slender back!

The extent to which Gwendolyn's spine could be curved had by now most definitely reached it's utmost peak, Asuka having applied the torturous submission to such a back-bending degree that only her plentiful bosom was left compressed against the canvas. Even with her extensive pedigree in gymnastics and ballet, the mounting strain on her spine began testing the thresholds of her endurance.

"HRRGH...A...suka..." Gwendolyn snarled out and scrunched her exquisite face from underneath the scattered golden curls around her head. The heiress occupying her free hands by clamping onto her hair to further dissuade her from even contemplating tapping out. The scooching back of Asuka's shapely butt against her shoulder blades was an irritating exclamation point to being embarrassingly trapped in the extended Boston Crab. That teasingly soft sensation that was nearly on the back of her head sparked a shade of red to form on her cheeks. One that was thankfully hidden from the camera's view. But Gwen knew it was there. And that alone fueled her rebellious fires further.

Bending Gwen so hopelessly out of proportions came with one major caveat, and that was the loss of Asuka's balancing. Gwen knew this and intended to make the most out of it. With repeated forearm and elbow strikes to Asuka's right heel, Gwen hoped to topple and unseat her wretched rival from her perch as soon as possible.

Asuka had Gwendolyn right where she wanted the blond, in a painful hold where she was without a doubt putting the frame of the heiress to the ultimate test, seeing how far that spine could bend before it snapped. It wasn't a pretty sight as most people could see the immense pain that Gwendolyn was in, it was a testament to the blond's will power that she hadn't already tapped...or to her limberness. 

Though Asuka was not about to let up, she wanted to hear Gwendolyn give up, to finish off her lovely blond opponent and show just what kind of a cheating fluke that she was. Still, it seemed as if that wasn't going to be as easy as the raven haired model had expected. She soon enough found Gwen hammer her elbow back into the ankle of Asuka...who let out a surprised yelp as soon enough her foot slipped out from under her. 

With her footing ruined and from the sheer surprise the Red Falcon dropped to the side, losing her hold on Gwendolyn's legs and quickly rolling away a little bit and pushed her way up to her feet. Covered in a light sheen of sweat from the exertion she had put herself through in bending Gwendolyn up like a pretzel having formed a bit of fatigue for the beauty.

Considering that there were no rope breaks in this decidedly hardcore setting, Gwen's options for escaping this submission were now that much more scant. If uncontested, Asuka was well within her right to crank in the Boston Crab for as long as she wanted with the only limits being how long she could maintain her balance, and Gwendolyn's own innate flexibility. Both of which were being equally tested to their utmost before the heiress' desperation and pelting strikes caused Asuka's collapse and Gwen's freedom.

"Ahhh..." Gwen breathed an immense sigh of relief as she unceremoniously flopped like a dead fish back down to the canvas, the lack of torquing pressure on her previously twisted spine feeling absolutely heavenly~...

Though that's not to say Gwen had any right to celebrate, the heiress knowing full well that her wretched rival was no doubt already approaching her with ill-intent on her uncouth mind. Except once Gwen attempted to shuffle herself back up to her hands and knees, her wavering limbs would buckle and have her limply collapse back down with a high pitched yelp that was unsettling to the ears. Unsettling enough for the ref to intervene in the match and kneel beside the miserable heiress now moaning helplessly into the mat with one hand tenderly massaging her lower back.

Repeated attempts for her to squirm back upward would have the same result of her falling back down. The referee now asking medically relevant questions while inadvertently offering a shoulder for Gwen to use to climb back up. Gwendolyn was nowhere near like her normal self, now slouching heavily into the referee with her grimacing face hidden from view. A slight hush now silencing the audience over what was appearing to be a legit injury...

Asuka pushed herself up towards her feet and was about to march over towards Gwendolyn, but it seemed as if the ref-girl was tending towards Gwendolyn, the blond finding it hard to move up and it seemed as if she might have suffered an injury. The raven haired woman clicked her tongue in annoyance....

She moved forward and was about to try and continue this match, it was a hardcore match after all! Injuries shouldn't matter as much, there was a need for an end! The raven haired beauty was pushed back and held back by the ref-girl though, she snarled out a bit in annoyance as she stomped around a bit, shaking her head and huffing out in frustration...she was by no means happy that her chance to get her revenger at Gwendolyn might be cut short. 

Though after a while of Gwendolyn still struggling to move up and failing, Asuka would start to show a bit of concern...she didn't HATE Gwendolyn, she just disliked her and was pissed that the woman's cheating tactics had stolen a match from her. The raven haired beauty would try and place a hand on Gwendolyn's shoulder, showing a bit of concern for her. " Y-you okay there ?" 

Considering the extreme lengths to which Gwen's spine was just contorted and bent over itself, it would come as a surprise to no one that the heiress may have indeed suffered a debilitating injury of some kind. Which was apparently becoming more and more likely the way Gwen was propping herself up against the referee girl with an arm clasping heavily around her shoulder.

"...nngh..." Gwendolyn hobbled slightly as her crooked posture seemed incapable of being straightened out. Her trembling body showcased the visible struggle Gwen had with the simple task of standing back up. She ignored the referee's questions and kept her head lowered so as to shield her grimacing face behind her draping golden curls...

...until she felt the reassuring hand of her raven haired rival grasp her shoulder. Gwen than meekly raised her free hand to gently touch Asuka's arm in a comforting and appreciative manner. She gradually tilted her head up while flicking her extravagantly golden curls out of her field of vision...and greeted her rival with a wholesome and pain-free smile.

"Never better~..." Gwen pleasantly responded before suddenly ramming her boot into Asuka's abdomen and subsequently tugging her rival into a snug side headlock!! Gwen dramatically stood upright with absolutely hardly any crookedness to her posture and a devious smirk to her elegant face. With a flashy and grandiose wave of her arm towards the flabbergasted audience, Gwen would then snag her hand onto the waist of Asuka's tight pants and tug them upward to have her rival briefly be in midair. Very nearly being elevated as if for a vertical suplex before the heiress spun herself backward to implant Asuka's cranium into the canvas in an implant DDT!!