Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Yuki Onna

Slowly, the pain started to fade, and despite a little bit of bruise on her pale cheek, Yuki had more or less recovered some of her strength. Still, she was still weakened, physically and mentally thanks to Gwendolyn's efforts in hurting her earlier with a stomp to the head and disparaging remarks that somehow hurt her more that she would like to admit, so her progress was slow as she rolled over to her side before getting on her hands and knees, shaking her head as she attempted to fight back the dizziness she's currently experiencing.

But, before she could make any significant effort to get back on her feet, she felt a pair of arms being wrapped around her waist from behind and a pair of soft breasts were pressed against her back. Yuki momentarily panicked, inwardly cursing herself for neglecting to keep track of her opponent's movement as she tried to regain her composure earlier. Then, she was lifted up and over her pompous opponent, thrown back with quite an impressive German suplex!

"Hrgh!!"

Landing roughly on her back, Yuki found out that the arrogant blueblood then smoothly transitioned the suplex into a pinfall attempt by bridging up. She was stunned for a moment and only realized what should be done in this situation when she heard the ref's voice counting for the pinfall.

"TWO!!"

Right after the count of two, Yuki quickly bucked her legs and jerked her body sideways in order to lift her shoulders off the mat. The ref stopped counting upon seeing Yuki kicking out of the pinfall attempt, and the match would continue. Still, she was still reeling from the pain from being suplexed earlier, as well as the pain from being stomped by Gwendolyn as well, which would make it difficult for the blue-haired heiress to actually defend herself against her opponent's assault!

Gwendolyn arched her slender frame upward with only the rubber tips of her boots touching the canvas after having seamlessly suplexed the demure waif onto the back of her shoulders. The heiress maintaining this balanced position with her golden curls touching the canvas and scarcely any sign of wavering or losing stability. And by doing so, ensured that every ounce of both of their combined weights was leveraged fully into pinning the upside-down newcomer into the canvas. The posh aristocrat considering herself a masterful practitioner of this particular suplex, enough for her to fully expect this to be the culmination of the match before Yuki would shoot her legs up and defy expectations.

Gwen slumped down after releasing her waistlock before rolling over and propping herself up on one knee. The heiress feeling slightly irritated in having her hopes for an early end to the match dashed, but was inwardly relishing the opportunity to continue educating Yuki on the depths of her inadequacies.

"Nary a word of protest or hint of character...I wonder if it's due to you being awestruck by my elegance and magnificence, or perhaps you are indeed simply that bereft of any hints of tangible personality..." Gwendolyn gleefully mocked while approaching the downed challenger, standing tall over with her with a pompous sneer before reaching down to apply a constricting front headlock once Yuki was on her knees. The heiress than hauling her up back to her feet with a reaffirming tug of the headlock, the precursor to Gwendolyn than attempting to twist to the side and have Yuki's face directed skyward before collapsing to her backside for the devastating swinging neckbreaker.

Still struggling to get back up, Yuki had to endure the derision on her character and personality by the arrogant aristocrat, and she could only clench her fists and grit her teeth, trying to keep herself from lashing out in anger in order to not cloud her own judgment in their clash. Previously, she saw no need to overtly express herself due to her naturally timid disposition, turning her into a woman of few words. But, after learning of the opinions of the masses regarding her as a wrestler as well as hearing Gwendolyn's scathing insult regarding her plain and charmless personality, she had started to feel self-conscious about herself.

She knew that she didn't do anything wrong. She was confident in her in-ring skills, but ultimately, people considered her to be a boring, soon-to-be-forgotten wrestler who would stand no chance against those who had put their names in history as the giants within the league. There's no way she could compare herself to them.

But soon, her train of thought was brought to a halt as she was hauled up to her feet after being put into a front headlock. Yuki tried to shake herself out of her reverie, knowing that it's not the time for her to have a session of self-pity. But, she wasn't fast enough to stop Gwendolyn from doing whatever she was planning to do to her as the pompous heiress twisted to the side, having Yuki facing upwards before she delivered the blue-haired heiress a devastating swinging neckbreaker, causing Yuki to collapse on her knees before supporting herself on her hands, grimacing in pain after taking the move from her opponent.

With her blue locks matted on her sweaty forehead as well as the throbbing headache she's currently experiencing, Yuki could only vaguely see what was ahead of her. Knowing that she was in deep trouble, she attempted to move forward while still on four, trying to reach the ropes in order to gain leverage for herself so that she could get back on her feet.

Verbally berating the demure heiress was quickly becoming significantly more satisfying to Gwendolyn as the match lingered on than any suplex or strike she had in her extensive repertoire. Her earlier intentions to play mind games with the impudent upstart apparently finally proving fruitful as she noticed Yuki struggling to regain her fleeting momentum. Gwendolyn noticing the fevered anguish on her opponent's battered face and the internal conflict taking place as a result of her linguistic poking and prodding. And by doing so revealed a tangible weakness that the heiress saw no issue with maliciously exploiting before snagging Yuki's head and slamming it onto her shoulder.

Gwendolyn remaining casually seated for several seconds before twisting around and leisurely rising back to her feet. The heiress casually flicking her golden curls off of her shoulder as she resumed her encroaching stride behind the retreating newcomer with a hipful sway to her prideful steps. Now exuding supreme confidence in the outcome of this match now that the rightful heiress was back in firm control of the match once again.

Gwen only stopping her haughty stride once she was standing tall over Yuki from behind once more, and would once again apply a tightened waistlock around her foe's slim waist. The familiar feel of the curvature of Gwen's supple bosom pressed against Yuki's back along with the sweaty warmth from behind would both be the recognizable setup for yet another attempted German suplex. One that Gwen intended to apply with just as much heaving force and strengthened momentum as before, if not more-so as she aided the demure maiden back to her wavering feet one slow, ascending step at a time.

“I do hope you are aware that it’s considered quite rude not to respond when your superior’s address you in polite conversation~…” Gwen pompously taunted while still firmly clenched onto Yuki before attempting the second German Suplex of the night. Slight cheers and slow clapping beginning to sound off from the crowd in support of the Japanese newcomers waning efforts…

Yuki would attempt to get back on her feet, barely registering the fact that her arrogant foe had already moved to her back before the same thing as before happened again when she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist from behind as well as a pair of soft breasts being pressed against her back. Knowing what might come next, the quiet heiress squealed and frantically tried to release herself from the waist lock she was subjected into. While Gwendolyn did pull her back up on her feet, Yuki could tell that it wasn't a move made out of the goodness of the pompous heiress' heart, and it was proven true by the taunt that she gave to her.

"N-no, I-gyaah!!" Before Yuki could properly reply to Gwendolyn's jibe, she was once again lifted off her feet and thrown back again with another German suplex. "Aughh!!" And like before, she landed on the back of her shoulders, causing her to cry out in pain upon impact. Knowing that Gwendolyn might go for another pinfall attempt like before, Yuki would immediately buck her feet and attempt to break herself free from her hold, even though it might result in her sprawling on the mat, still too weakened to even mount any sort of counterattack.

"Nnnnh... nngh..." Yuki would groan as she would attempt to push herself up despite being battered by her unforgiving foe. After being subjected in two devastating German suplexes, the azure-haired heiress could feel her strength being sapped away.

One delightful aspect of Gwendolyn favoring this particular suplex was being able to indulge herself in sensing her opponent's tensed up apprehension and from practically feeling the shivering dread course it's way down the newcomers' spine upon her recognizing the all too familiar setup. Implanting her lowly adversaries on the back of their neck and having them embarrassingly squirm with their backsides in the air being another satisfying reason for Gwen to favor this particular maneuver.

Gwendolyn was regrettably only able to take pleasure in in the former as Yuki immediately kicked out before any attempt at a pin count could take place. The heiress nevertheless tucking her legs into a ball and shooting them skyward to nimbly land on her feet in a fluid kip up, her arms than extending wide to her sides as she began a preliminary victory march around the ring. A pompous sneer on her face as she basked in the unending boos and jeers of the uncivilized philistines whom Gwendolyn genuinely believed she was gifting by allowing them to bask in her magnificence.

Her haughty strut coming to a sudden end once she was positioned in Yuki's blind spot several feet behind her. The heiress now clenching onto the top rope with one hand while beginning to feverishly tap the tip of her boot into the canvas behind her other leg. Her telltale wind-up position for what had become one of her more notorious finishers. The heiress internally counting down the seconds before Yuki would turn in place and be greeted with her spinning superkick finisher Colère de Dieu, and the end of the match if it connected!!

Slowly, Yuki rose up on her feet, still feeling disoriented after being subjected to two German suplexes by her arrogant foe, who seemed to be making it her point to belittle her any chance she got. Shaking her head to get rid of headache she had, the azure-haired heiress took some time to recover before she turned around to to look at Gwendolyn once again.

At that exact moment when she pivoted to see her opponent, she saw Gwendolyn lashing out her foot directed at her head with a spinning superkick, and driven by her instinct, which was honed by her martial art training, Yuki ducked, avoiding the spinning kick altogether. She could feel her opponent's foot sailing over her head, with that foot only hitting the strands of her blue hair.

Planning that it's about time to retaliate, Yuki would attempt to deliver a toe kick into Gwendolyn's midsection, hoping that the kick would cause the pompous heiress to double over, in which the azure-haired heiress would try to trap her head in a front headlock in preparation for another Facebreaker DDT!

Eagerly envisioning the satisfying sights and sounds of leveling the impudent newcomer back down to the canvas with one of the more infamous finishers in her repertoire, Gwendolyn spun in place in mid-air with as graceful a twirl and elegant a flourish as she was known for. A lifetime of rigorous ballet training on full display in the fleeting seconds before Gwen extended her toned leg with every intention of putting a jaw-shattering exclamation point for the end of this match.

Though Gwen's arrogant envisioning would be shattered when her flowery superkick ended up whiffing completely and barely skimming Yuki's fluttering locks. Gwendolyn than losing her balance from the sheer momentum put into the kick and landing awkwardly with her back to Yuki before turning in place and having a stiff boot plowed into her gut.

"OOPH!!" Briefly stunned and hunched over herself, Gwen groaned frustratedly from once again being ensnared in an assertive side headlock by the insufferable rookie. A sudden plummet than dropping the heiress to her knees for a second consecutive facebreaker DDT, Gwen's head rocketing back before she collapsed back first in mumbling agony!! Dazed and reeling from yet again having her regal face plastered, Gwen immediately began a tumbling roll to the nearby ropes. The heiress scrunching her face with her wincing eyes sewn shut as she attempt to hurriedly scramble under the ropes and stagger a few steps away from the ring!!

Now that she had gained her momentum again, Yuki looked at her arrogant foe slipping out of the ring after she subjected her to a facebreaker DDT. Yuki was certain that the strike had disoriented the pompous heiress quite a bit, and now that she had slipped out of the ring, it's about time she did something to keep up her momentum.

Yuki went to the ropes before using them to catapult herself , giving her extra momentum to run over to the opposite direction. Then, she would use the momentum to slide over to Gwendolyn who was still reeling from the impact of the facebreaker DDT that Yuki delivered to her earlier, attempting to deliver a sliding baseball kick right into her head while the blonde heiress was outside the ring.

The crowd was rejuvenated by Yuki's newfound momentum, which provided the azure-haired heiress a much-needed confidence boost to go on with the fight. She needed to prove it to her opponent that while she might be a rookie, she wasn't someone to be underestimated. While her lack of character might be quite a sore subject for her, she would prove her worth in the ring with her skills and wrestling prowess.

Immediately beading a hasty retreat became Gwendolyn's number one priority after once again having her immaculate visage be unjustly targeted by the demure newcomer. The second consecutive facebreaker DDT having just as much disorienting impact as the first time, though with Gwen now having the foresight to withdraw from the ring post haste before Yuki could continue to capitalize on this purely luck driven turn of events.

"Rrgh..." Grumbling irately into her gloved hand shielding her aching face, Gwendolyn staggered briefly after landing on her wobbly legs at ringside. Her scrambled thoughts revolving on the sheer impertinence of this shrinking violet to once again assault her perfect countenance, and whether her face had been tragically scoffed in any manner.

Her self-centered thoughts not exactly keeping her appraised of her situation and leaving her wide open to be slide kicked straight into her spine!! The sheer force sending the pompous blueblood tumbling forward before coming to a jarring stop back first against the nearby barricade, all to the clamoring cheers of an audience eager to perhaps see the upset win of the year. Gwendolyn now sprawled out in a bewildered and pained state on the thinly padded floor beside the steel fence and having no definable recollection of how she got there.