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

Asuka was starting to get rather worried that she might have actually hurt Gwendolyn's back, which was sort of making her feel rather bad. She didn't like Gwendolyn...well, she didn't....ugh, complicated stuff wasn't really anything that Asuka had the time for. She would place her hand on Gwendolyn's shoulder and see if she was alright. Though it seemed as if Asuka had been played for a fool. 

As when she went into see if Gwendolyn was okay, her rival answered her with those words...and then a hard boot right into the raven haired Asuka's gut. " UUfgh!" She coughed out as air and spittle escaped from her mouth, having not been ready for the blow it took her quite out of the action now, long enough for Gwendolyn. Her head was caught in that nasty frontal facelock and before she knew what happened her shorts were grabbed and she was raised off of her feet, slightly into the air....before the impact came. 

The Tip of Asuka's skull being driven heavily and painfully so into the mat. Asuka's legs kicked out at impact before her body crashed down onto her front with limbs spread wide and mostly the pony-tailed woman looked to not be moving at all.

A masterfully orchestrated bit of subterfuge, if she didn't think so herself. Gwendolyn knew full well that after seeing the excruciating extent to which her spine was arched over itself, that anyone could have been fooled into thinking she had suffered some manner of debilitating injury. Some award-winning acting later, and the posh noblewoman had regained control of the match while also regaining the audience's animosity as they reigned vitriolic boos down upon the arena.

"...*pant*...You'll have to excuse me, Dear Asuka...*pant*...if I'm not just a smidgen touched by such a selfless and genuine show of earnest concern on your part. I dare say...*pant*...that I'm actually quite moved~..." Gwen poshly uttered after propping herself up by extending her arms behind her, smirking deviously down at the lifeless Falcon beside her. Though as strong of a front as she put up, even with her nimble frame negating some of the damage, Gwen was still recuperating from the back-bending submission.

To the point where she couldn't help but wince and groan from rising back to her feet. Reeling or not, Gwen made it her mission to march towards the nearby fence and begin her ascension up and out of the steel cage. Weary as she as, the climb was still not too strenuous considering how coordinated and balanced she could make her movements.

Asuka's head had been brutally driven into the mat with a rather nasty impact. One that had left her body fairly limp and seemingly stunned if not out...the Japanese-American moaned out lowly as the blond aristocrat was gathering herself up and spoke towards her. All she got out of the raven haired woman though were moans and groans of pain as she was slowly coming to.

Soon though Gwendolyn moved away from Asuka as she would start to rise up to her hands and knees, they were shaking as she tried to keep herself upright. Her mind was woozy, it felt like her brain was swimming around in a stormy ocean. Just swaying back and forth...frankly it was making her sea sick. She had never been all that good with boats and swaying back and forth....

She gagged and gasped as the ref-girl came to look over her. With Gwendolyn starting to climb the cage wall though she didn't have a lot of time to check on Asuka as she had to keep and eye on the blond as well. The split attention she got from the ref even got Asuka to look up and seeing Gwendolyn start to climb the cage wall... The Red falcon soon dropped down onto her front, her hands and knees not having the strength to support her vertigo stricken mind. Which forced the ref's attention fully towards Asuka to see if the woman was actually seriously injured.

Rather than risk stirring Asuka back from her practically comatose state by attempting a pinfall, Gwendolyn had, in her mind, wisely chose to go down the road of least resistance. The heiress now steadily climbing the steel enclosure with firm footholds and clenching fingers keeping her from losing her balance. The twinges of pain in her lower back hobbled her ascension somewhat, but the prospect of ending the match early kept her motivations in sight while she soldiered onward. Gwen already envisioning with a creeping smirk all the bragging rights she'll have after having twice thwarted Asuk-

*slump*

Gwen's pretentious thoughts came to a halt when she turned her head back down to the canvas, just than noticing Asuka meekly collapse back down in a humbled heap. The dedicated attention she was receiving from the referee as well as the vast majority of the audience added a somber mood to the atmosphere, creeping concerns as to her own well-being now floating around Asuka this time around.

Gwen sucked her teeth in annoyance and turned back to stare at the top of the fence above her, a few feet away along with being declared winner of the match. An effortless climb considering how far she had already gotten...if not for Gwen remaining perfectly still now. The overwhelming drive to emerge victorious still urging her onward, although now with an incessantly nagging voice in the back of her head weighing her back down. Faint signs of concern now starting to show on her face...Gwendolyn didn't HATE Asuka, she just disliked her and was miffed at how she continuously stood up to her when Gwen was clearly the superior athlete. Just like during their recent spar, right after they hugged and...

"...OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!!!!"

Gwen hollered as she abruptly pushed herself off the fence and landed back to the canvas below, wobbling from the shaky landing before turning in place to stomp towards the fallen falcon with a stunned audience gasping in confused shock. Gwen now standing authoritatively in front of Asuka and glaring unholy daggers into the back of her head.

"Do you honestly mean to tell me that such a paltry setback was enough to fell someone whom I once regarded as a worthy adversary? If you have even the slightest inkling of self-respect still lingering in that loathsome carcass of yours, you'll raise yourself back up on your own will power this instant!!!" Gwen's booming voice and tone now resembling something more like a disgruntled supervisor addressing an under-performing employee.

Asuka moaned out a bit as she dropped down onto her front, hearing Gwendolyn drop down and stomp over towards her she at first figured that she was imagining it, until she looked up weakly and eyed those boots in front of her...maybe Gwen wanted to humiliate her or something or pin her. Make it a bit more meaningful win to herself. 

Though soon enough the blond started to give the raven haired Asuka a tongue lashing. The Red Falcon grit her teeth and coughed out, before she'd start to push herself up to her hands and knees again, she swallowed her nausea as she brought herself up to her knees and slowly started to look up at Gwendolyn. The ref-girl moving in beside her and checking on her eyes and everything...to see if she was able to go on.

Asuka shook her head a bit to try and get the ref-girl off of her, coughing out in annoyance...the feeling of vertigo still very much firmly going on for the raven haired woman. The ref-girl was persistent though in checking on Asuka....and wouldn't give up, even as the red falcon tried to push her away.

Contemptuously biding her time while Asuka collected herself, Gwendolyn continued to irately glare down at her raven haired adversary while tapping her index finger on her arm. The heiress clearly miffed at how pathetically disoriented Asuka was from one simple little brainbuster. For someone who professed to be her better in the ring, Gwen was so far unimpressed with the rival before her who makes such a boastful claim.

Gwen scoffed and began to traipse behind Asuka once she was finally beginning to raise back up to her hands and knees, the referee finally backing off once after the umpteenth time Asuka pushed her away. It wasn't until she was back on her wobbly feet that Gwen would make her presence known.

By binding her arms around Asuka's slim waist from behind, the heiress' clinching waistlock from behind should be more than enough to clue Asuka in on what was about to befall her. The sinister smirk creeping across Gwen's face would have also been a dead giveaway if Asuka could have somehow seen it. Instead, with the tender softness of Gwen's chest caressing Asuka's back, the heiress would buck her hips backward for an incredibly impactful and picture perfect German Suplex. One that had Gwen elegantly bridging herself on her tip toes to keep Asuka implanted on the back of her head for a proper pin attempt.

"One!"

Asuka shook her head a bit as she started to move up to her feet, rather disappointed in herself that Gwendolyn's move had gotten such a pitiful reaction and inflicted such an awkwardly and embarrassing condition in her. The raven haired wrestler would groan out as she was finally on her feet..she eyes widening when she felt the arms of her blond rival around her... the way she knew that it was Gwendolyn though was when those pillowy breasts pressed into her back.

The raven haired Japanese-American though, she was not one to simply allow Gwendolyn to push her around, she had shown so before. While she still felt groggy, she was mostly aware what was going on now. So as she felt the hold of her slim waist tighten the raven haired wrestler would try and fire back a hard elbow, aiming to hit Gwendolyn in her head, before trying to follow it up with another and another. Hoping that she could use it to try and break Gwendolyn's waistlock and slip around her golden haired foe.

If she could do so, her own arms would seek to find it's way to wrap around the heiress...where Asuka would press her slightly more modest chest up against Gwendolyn's back and try to lift her nemesis up off of her feet. Arching backwards the Red Falcon would try to plant the Imperial Rose down onto her shoulders and neck for that very move she assumed that Gwendolyn was going for! Looking to hit her with a quick German Suplex of her own and go for that pinning predicament by bridging!

Considering how thoroughly stunned and dazed her raven-haired rival was, Gwen saw no reason to believe that this maneuver wouldn't go off as splendidly as she envisioned. Especially once she reaffirmed the tightened grip on the waist lock from behind, the heiress considering herself a seasoned practitioner of this specific suplex. To the point where Gwen had come to take great pride in the perfection of it's implementation, and how it left her humbled opponent embarrassingly overturned with their backside in the air and little recollection of how it happened.

But constant battering elbows to her temple rattled Gwen from her delightful vision, Asuka not needing more than a few scrapping blows to have Gwen recoil while gnashing her teeth. The incensed heiress masking her face behind her hand while backpedaling until she tensed up from the coiling of Asuka's own arms around her slender midsection. Gwen recognized the setup just as swiftly as Asuka had implemented it, but wasn't about to be outshone by her lower class adversary.

Before Asuka could pitch the curly-haired aristocrat overhead, Gwen would entangle her left leg behind Asuka's left leg and put an effective halt to all backward motion. After a few tugging attempts for the suplex would be for naught, Gwen would reach back to fiercely latch on a constrictive side headlock. The haughty aristocrat snugly bearing down on her rival's entrapped head before attempting to hip roll her adversary down to the canvas while keeping the headlock cinched in, landing Asuka on her back with the high-born heiress smirking down at her.

"...*giggle*...Once we've concluded our business here, you simply must regale me with how absolutely honored you must feel to be granted the illustrious privilege of dueling one of such noble prestige as myself on numerous occasions by now~..."

Asuka's wasn't exactly full there at the moment, still fairly groggy from the heavy impact she had taken to the top of her head...which allowed Gwendolyn to yet again turn the fight in her favor. As the blond hip-tossed the raven haired beauty down onto the mat and came down on top of her, that head of the red falcon being squeeze by the thorny embrace of the Imperial Rose..." Nngh..." Asuka groaned out as her face was half buried by Gwendolyn's lovely large breast.

The busty woman then started to speak out....and that was when Asuka saw the perfect opportunity. The Red Falcon would use an amazing trait of her own. Moving her hands up to Gwendolyn's chin and face to push it backwards trying to get her back enough for the deadly legs of the speedy Asuka to jump up and wrap around Gwendolyn's head, tightly trying to yank the Imperial rose down and lock in a well placed Head-scissor!

"Hah....Oh I'll regale you with lovely tales of how fun it is to kick your butt!..." Asuka let out as she would attempt to put as tight a squeeze as she could upon the woman's lovely head and neck, trying to make sure her legs would be used to their full effect....though remembering their spar, the raven haired beauty knew also to be weary of Gwendolyn's own legs.

Considering an herself an ardent aficionado of the German suplex, Gwendolyn was well aware of the telltale motions of the maneuver before it could be implemented. From the tightening waistlock bringing her foreboding close to the adversary behind her, to the faint sensation of her opponent's hips grazing against her backside. This foreknowledge, combined with Gwendolyn's own knack for abrupt reversals and Asuka's own sluggish motions from the earlier implant DDT, all meant that it was inevitable for Gwen to effectively counter Asuka's suplex. All to the crowd's booing disapproval.

After her preening monologue, Gwen leveraged her entire upper body further down to apply the maximum amount of pressure on the stifling headlock. The free flowing tempo of the entire match grinding to a halt for several seconds while Gwen poured on the pressure, the smirking heiress by now taking no small delight in the muffled groans Asuka tended to mumble out when her face was pleasantly reacquainted with the side of Gwen's perfect chest. Pleasant sensations aside, Gwen perhaps should have taken greater notice of Asuka's hands instead before they began shoving her head back.

"Hrrrgh..." Gritting her teeth in snarling irritation from having her neck slowly contorted backward, Gwen's eyes immediately snapped shut from having Asuka's thighs firmly clamping down on her. Gwen's own headlock obviously relinquished in the process with both hands now attempting to pry open the toned legs bearing down on her. The heiress than immediately and reflexively extended her own legs up for an attempt to offer the Asuka the same courtesy she was having Gwen suffer through.