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

Asuka was a bit groggy true, but she was far from out of this. This match was her revenge match after all and she was for damn sure not going to let any grogginess stop her from kicking Gwendolyn's shapely butt all throughout this caged ring! Though at the moment that was rather difficult, having her face partially covered by Gwendolyn's large breast and that arm wrapped tightly around her.

The red falcon soon enough managed to fight out of Gwendolyn's hold as she skillfully pushed Gwen's head backwards and then snagged her deadly legs around it. Starting off with squeezing down with her strong thighs around that pretty blond head. " Let's hear you be cocky now!" Asuka let out as she would soon enough see what she Gwendolyn was trying to do, a thing that Asuka had expected from her foe.

As those legs of Gwendolyn came up the raven haired girl would try and move her hands up and grab them, trying to push those legs away before they could come up around her head. Looking to then try and squeeze her legs shut even tighter to torture the busty heiress.

It was an all too familiar position that Gwendolyn had found herself consistently being stuck in when facing her raven-hired adversary. The heiress perhaps allowing herself too much time to gloat and bask in her deft counter of Asuka's german suplex before locking in a grounded and secure headlock. Not paying enough attention to her surroundings while having her head shoved back now leading to Asuka firmly applying the constricting head-scissors.

Gwendolyn growled in irritation from feeling her own legs be swatted away, her own attempt to turn the tables and apply the same maneuver to Asuka just like in their sparring session being deftly thwarted. An annoying result of the pair having faced eachother numerous times before now resulting in the endlessly feuding duo being able to anticipate eachothers' moves out or mere muscle memory.

The renewed pressure from the head-scissors had Gwendolyn huffing heatedly and tightly scrunching her face from both the squeezing pressure on her cranium, and to spare herself the embarrassing sight of Asuka's curvy backside inches from her elegant visage. Aside from aggressively pawing at the muscled thighs, Gwendolyn wouldn't offer much resistance as she collapsed back down to the canvas beneath her raven-haired rival. The heiress needing both time, concentration, and maybe luck to maneuver out of the hold this time.

Asuka grinned as she swatted Gwendolyn's legs away, she was prepared for such an action from the blond as it would have mirrored what happened with the two in their little spat in the gym. Now in perfect control though, Asuka tried to align herself more to the side of Gwendolyn and stretch herself out so it would be as difficult as possible for Gwendolyn's legs to come up and affect this hold. 

All the while keeping her strong legs firmly squeezing that pretty head, letting her thighs hug that pretty head. Flexing her legs rhythmically as she would try and pain the imperial rose more and more....it didn't take long for Asuka to find a better use though, after torturing Gwen in this crushing jaws of death like hold that was being trapped in between Asuka's legs. The Japanese-American was quick to try and alter it into something that would be far more humiliating for Gwendolyn. Attempting to push herself up, and shift around, trying to grab Gwen's arms and pin them down onto the mat as she'd proceed to try and plop her juicy rear down upon Gwen's pretty face, facing her rivals frame as she'd try and place those arms underneath her knees. 

Looking to place Gwendolyn in an embarrassing face-sit smother and pin those arms down to make it all the more difficult for the Imperial rose to right out of this predicament.

Justifiably frustrated that her own head-scissors attempt was so easily thwarted, Gwen scrambled to formulate some other method of escape. A task that was easier said than done once Akiha began to flex and strain her taut thighs on Gwen's entrapped golden curled head. She was than unfortunately reminded of the fact that she couldn't even roll out of the ring and break up the headscissors that way..the steel cage putting an irritating stoppage to Gwen's other method of escaping this leggy entanglement from their last spar.

"Hggh..." Gwen repeatedly stamped her feet and reflexively dug her nails into the contracting thigh muscles bearing down on her. A noticeable semblance of her energy reserves dwindling as she endured the claustrophobic pressure from between Asuka's legs. Her movements gradually becoming slightly more sluggish until she was partially awoken by Asuka's shuffling and tossing and turning. Gwen took this as an opportunity to fidget around as well in her bid to escape. Although her struggling movements wouldn't avoid having Asuka's sit her plump backside on Gwen's posh face, all of her squirming would have the unexpected outcome...

...of positioning Gwen visage directly against Asuka's crotch. Now breathing her heated pants and mumbling in abject indignation into her raven-haired rivals nethers, the posh aristocrat was mercifully unaware of where her mouth had settled. Lest her already flustered face grow any redder.

Placing her firm and shapely rear down upon the busty blond beauty beneath her, rubbing her supple juicy butt down over that face as she placed her knees down over the lovely Gwen's arms to pin her rival down firmly against the mat. The Japanese American was striving to humiliate Gwendolyn right now, just like the Imperial Rose had done to her during their match!

This was also a very good way for her to get Gwendolyn to get all flustered and also weakened by the lack of air....yet that wasn't going to be all she was planning on trying to crack her knuckles and then proceed to try and throw a hard punch down into Gwendolyn's abs, over and over trying to hammer down punch after punch into those tight taut abs of the blond bombshell.

"Where did your cocky attitude go Gwen ? Huh ?! Where did it go ?!" Asuka let out as she would try and rain blow after blow down upon those abs of the Imperial Rose, trying to pluck her petals with the nasty talons of the Red Falcon!

Mumbling irritably into the soft skin enveloping her prim visage, Gwen remained pinned and practically inert thanks to her hefty adversary weighing her down from above. Her pinned arms also fidgeting slightly in resistance but would ultimately come to no avail as well, helping her no more than attempting to use her legs for her failed head-scissors reversal.

Flustered and frustrated to an insane degree, Gwen struggled to formulate any plan to escape her demeaning situation before it could become any more dire. A possibility she couldn't fathom it being considering she was having her hated rival stuff her pert bckside heavily against her face, but she would proven decidedly wrong once several cock-backed fists starting pelting her slim abdomen.

"Mmph...nngh..." Gwen groaned and jerked back up with each connecting strike that tenderized her vulnerable stomach. The lack of breathable air and the shots to her gut weren't exactly helping her keep air in her lungs. So in one act of defiance, Gwen would attempt once more to lift both legs up, ensnare Asuka's neck by her neck, and chuck her off of her.

Asuka was showing no mercy to her blond rival as she was wiggling her sexy rear down against that pretty face, humiliating Gwendolyn as she hammered her fist down into that taut tummy over and over again to make sure that she couldn't breath. The Red Falcon was planning to pluck apart the Imperial Rose tonight as she had without a doubt gotten used to those thorns by now.

Though as she was torturing Gwendolyn it seemed as if the golden haired aristocrat soon enough had enough of the hold. As she shot her legs up and snagged them around Asuka's head, before pulling the raven haired woman forward and forced her to roll off of Gwendolyn. Asuka rolled forward a little bit longer as she then would get up onto her knees and turn towards Gwendolyn. Growling out in frustration that her rival had managed to free herself.

The Red Falcon would have to think of something else, looking to try and move up to her feet and back up towards the ropes, looking to bounce off of them and come running towards Gwendolyn. Looking to hit her with a drop kick to those large orbs of hers when the aristocrat started to rise up.

Between the stifling lack of breathable air and the constant pummeling fists being levied against her slim stomach, it was a wonder that Gwendolyn still had the wherewithal to mount any sort of counter whatsoever. The heiress using her nimble agility and honed flexibility to barely manage to ensnare Asuka's neck and pitch her forward into a tumbling roll.

Gwen sprung back up to a seated position with a scrunched up face while taking deep breaths in between intermittent coughs as she got fresh air into her lungs. Her flushed red face indicating how embarrassing that was for the Imperial Rose as she began to steadily make her back up to her feet.

Gwen had just managed to her bearings straight before looking around the ring for her insufferable raven-haired rival. The heiress only just just than turning around to catch Asuka leaping at her before colliding both of her feet squarely against her sumptuous chest. Gwen crying out in pain from the impact before stumbling backward until she was backed into the corner, slumping against it with her arms holding onto the top ropes at her sides.

Asuka ran towards her foe and came in as fast as she could, figuring that Gwendolyn would be fairly out of it at the moment. Which seemed to be an apt way of putting it, as the raven haired Asuka came running in and jumped up, driving her feet right into that busty chest of her blond foe and caused her to stumble backwards all the way towards the corner where she slumped down.

Not content with letting Gwendolyn rest, the Red Falcon would try and take off running again, looking to run towards the downed Gwendolyn and attempt to run in towards her foe, trying to go in for a jumping double knee towards the busty chest of Gwendolyn in an attempt to keep her out of breath and in a fair bit of pain!

With the momentum of the match now heavily in favor of the enraged Red Falcon's non-stop offense, Gwen found herself struggling to regain her foothold in what was becoming an infuriatingly one-sided match. Gwen coughing out the air in her lungs from Asuka's leaping dropkick that had sent the heiress reeling backward until she was well and truly cornered, a malicious glare on her face towards her raven-haired adversary across the ring.

Gwen clenched the top ropes at her sides as she bode her time against the corner turnbuckles. Having her back against the corner meant that while she had nowhere to run, it did give her a solid structure to propel herself off of. Which is exactly what she would do once Asuka was sprinting towards her, the heiress pushing herself out of the corner to meet Asuka on the way with a sudden axe kick aimed squarely at her jaw.