SS 17 Tag team title - Imperial Order (c) vs. Sonic Boom (ladder match)

While in no way as battered a state as the Amazonian half of Sonic Boom, Gwendolyn nevertheless found herself remaining splayed out on the cold concrete floor well after introducing it to Alaina's now bloodied cranium. The mounting damage she had sustained from the match along with the ungodly exertion that was necessary in tossing around someone of Alaina's muscled weight were all resurfacing once more now that Gwen's adrenaline fueled comeback began to subside. She brushed one of her golden drills out of her line of sight as she placed a hand on her forehead, the heiress breathing the fire out of her lungs as she sported a delirious and coy smile in between her exhaustive panting.

Gwendolyn knew full well that removing Alaina from the equation had all but guaranteed their eminent victory, as was always the case when one tag team had earned the numbers advantage. Ensuring that Julia shared Alaina's lamentable fate and ascending a steel ladder all seeming like perfunctory steps on their way towards retaining their coveted Tag Titles once more...at least before the bellowing cries of a jam-packed stadium clued Gwendolyn in to what was transpiring in the ring. Even in her dazed mindset, she recognized that their was no earthly chance these uncultured swine’s would be cheering for Akiha to "Climb!, Climb!, Climb!..."

Lethargically rising back up once more while clenching onto the nearby barricade, Gwendolyn's eyes widened to the disheartening sight of her fellow noble-woman in an unconscious stupor and Julia struggling to climb the ladder before her. Gwendolyn gave little thought into how this all transpired, and simply put all of her efforts into hauling herself over the barricade to land on her unsteady legs. The heiress made a mental note to thoroughly chastise Akiha for making Gwendolyn put in actual effort in wrapping up this match, but Gwen also made a curious stop besides the ring. She dropped to her knees and scurried under the ring apron until half her torso was veiled beneath it. The audience not having long to react to this odd bit of bizarre behavior before Gwen would crawl back out and roll herself under the ropes.

It was with a hitch to her step and at a decidedly stilted pace, but Gwen would begin climbing the opposite side of Julia's ladder. Her hands clamping onto each metal step as she ascended upward to meet Julia face to scowling face before rearing one of her arms hands back for an attempted clubbing forearm strike!!!

With the impending conclusion of the match on the horizon, nostalgic parallels were immediately drawn upon by the crowd once Gwendolyn and Julia were established as the final two ladies standing...or rather, climbing. Differences in match type and the specific belts up for contention aside, once again the pompous aristocrat and the fan favorite luchadora were battling it out tooth and nail at SummerSplash with Gwendolyn's coveted championship gold on the cusp of being pilfered by her masked adversary. History repeating itself on a world stage as both embattled blondes began exchanging stiff forearms shots to the anxious animation of the captivated audience.

Disdainful boos and enthusiastic cheers making it immensely obvious as to who the jam-packed stadium was clamoring for, each reaction sounding off in conjunction with whichever competitor made clean contact with their jarring strikes. Gwendolyn's head whipping to the side from the force of Julia's blow, the left half of her body teetering off of the ladder with only her right hand and foot keeping herself clinging to the wobbly metallic structure. Sheer will-power and determination keeping her from relinquishing her threadbare grip on the ladder as she slumped forward and collapsed against the ladder.

"..."

Not a word of protest or groan of exertion was uttered from the rattled heiress as she slouched forward with her golden-curled haired head resting on the top rung. Rattled from the strike that had reignited all of the soreness felt from contending with the burly Amazon, Gwendolyn remained inert and seemingly incapable of fighting back...though once Julia dared attempt one more strike or jostled the heiress in anyway, a viscous and intensely stinging blue liquid would be sprayed from Gwendoyln's mouth directly into Julia's masked face!!

Stunned onlookers struggled to register in their minds what had just happened as Sonic Boom's championship hopes seemingly went up in a puff of blue mist. The calculating reason behind Gwendolyn's earlier scurrying under the ring apron now laid bare as she watched the blinded luchhadora go into flailing spasms throughout her heartbreaking plummet. Gwendolyn herself remaining slumped over while gulping for air after having to breathe through her nose the entire time she held the horrid tasting liquid in her mouth.

Her conniving mimicry of her partner's most well known technique stemming from one specific revelation Gwendolyn realized. That after years of contending with Sonic Boom over an extensive backlog of matches, there was no dirty ploy or shady tactic she could employ that was guaranteed not to be predicted by them. Such was the caveat of facing adversaries she had such a prolonged history with...therefore, Gwen opted to "borrow" one such technique from her fellow aristocrat whose effectiveness she knew firsthand after having been a victim of it herself oh so long ago.

"Heh...Adieu...*pant*...Dearest Julia...*pant*..." Gwen smirked deviously throughout her exhausted pants as she briefly reveled in the tormented state Julia found herself in, but with her forearm wiping a blue droplet dripping from the corner of her mouth, Gwen would literally keep her eyes on the prize by shooting her head upward and climbing up one more step. Free of distractions, free of interference, and freeing herself of her tormented memories of losing her Entropy title to these uncouth philistines, Gwen would detach both tag belts from the overhead loop and secure Imperial Order's second title defense.

"Your Winner's...and STILL!!!...AFW Tag-Team Champions...IMPERIAL ORDER!!!!!"

Vitriolic disdain at the end result nearly overcame their triumphant theme as Gwen made no illusion about not being utterly drained from all of this, the heiress steadily descending the ladder until her feet touched the canvas. A stumbling collapse against the ropes behind her keeping her vertical as she hunched over herself, lost in the intoxicating thrill of reigning victorious once more against her hated rivals as she cradled one of the belts tightly to her swelling bosom. Akiha's belt dangling from her other arm and ready to be handed off to her partner...