Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Yuki Onna

Yuki whimpered, feeling her cheek burning with pain due to being scrapped by her opponent earlier. After suffering a moment of being pinned against the turnbuckle by Gwendolyn's long leg, she was then pulled away from the corner when the arrogant blueblood then grabbed a handful of her azure locks and dragged her away from the turnbuckle. She let out pained cry as she was pulled, and having no choice, she could only follow her villainous foe away from the corner in such a degrading manner, with her being on her hands and knees. "Uuungh..." She attempted to look defiant, but the pain and humiliation were so great that her defiance was mitigated by her fear seemingly apparent in her crimson eyes.

Then, she heard more of Gwendolyn scathing rebuke, belittling and insulting her. Her words were barbed and malicious, breaking her self-assurance and confidence in herself along the way. And to add insult to injury, she received a slap to her scratched cheek, making it stung even more, and followed with another slap, which was a back-handed one. After getting her hair released from the pompous aristocrat's grip, and compounded by the slap, Yuki lost her balance and fell onto the mat.

She did not immediately pick herself up as she brought herself on her hands and knees, head bowed down and blue locks cascading down to the canvas. A soft sob came out of her, but she tried her best to keep her face hidden from her opponent. As for the crowd, they were rallying for Yuki to get back on her feet, shouting her name to rouse her. Still, her head was still bowed, unwilling to look up to see the sneering face of her opponent, fearing that she might lose the last bit of self-worth and confidence that she still had in herself.

The contemptuous loathing Gwendolyn was fostering towards the cerulean-haired neophyte was perhaps never more obvious and plain to see up until this moment. When the pompous blueblood's sadistic streak was compounded with a vicious torrent of soul-crushing words followed up by disrespectful slaps to both sides of her pale face. Although Gwen's intentions were to whittle away at Yuki's already threadbare self-confidence and waning will to resist with her spiteful words, to her they were the cold honest truth of the matter. For someone of Yuki's pitiful wrestling experience to even contemplate defeating someone of Gwen's championship caliber talents was beyond laughable...and Gwen took immense satisfaction in shattering those those hopes and dreams of hers.

Gwendolyn's graceful stride around the languishing rookie exemplifying her haughty nature as she exaggeratedly flourished her golden curls off her shoulders, her snooty held high amidst the burgeoning rallying cry from the audience compelling Yuki to fight back and overcome the mounting odds. The heiress's steps coming to an immediate halt upon standing before the cowering rookie with a hand propped up on her curvy hip, Yuki's pitiful sobs coming through crystal clear now and only making Gwen's contempt for Yuki intensify.

"...Hmph, I will interpret your incessant silence as a sign of your begrudging agreement with my words. Either that, or you're simply captivated by my evanescent beauty and shimmering perfection~...*giggle*...Ah, but that is simply no reason to deny your darling fans the opportunity to see you for the pitiful disgrace you are, cowering at my feet~..." Gwendolyn pompously proclaimed with an arrogant sneer before stepping to the side and applying a full nelson to Yuki while she was on her knees. Gwen using that grip with her hands interlocked behind Yuki's neck to haul her opponent back up to her feet and wear her down. The heiress arching herself back and showcasing Yuki's downtrodden state and whimpering face to the world for several seconds before extending her right leg out and tripping Yuki up in a full nelson facebuster attempt.

Her cheeks still hurt from the slaps, particularly the scratched one. She tried to keep her head down, not wanting to show everyone her weakness, not when they were cheering her name. She knew that they wanted her to overcome the overwhelming odds against the cruel, condescending blueblood, considering that she was the underdog among the two. But, her resolve and self-assurance had been broken, and she couldn't find it in herself to bring herself back up. She couldn't deny what Gwendolyn had said earlier. Compared to those who were larger than life, those who naturally brought people's attentions upon themselves, Yuki was modest. One might argue that she had little to no personality at all, which was something that she could hardly deny, considering how reserved and quiet she was.

Then, she was pulled up into a full nelson hold by Gwendolyn, forcing her to finally reveal her face. She looked miserable as she tried to keep herself from breaking down. The people saw her in her most vulnerable, pathetic state, which was made even worse when the screen of titantron displayed her anguished expression. She let out a whimper, closing her eyes to prevent herself from looking at her pitiful look as well as to stop her tears from coming out of her eyes. Despite her resolve being broken, the ember of defiance was still burning inside her. She would not give her opponent the satisfaction of breaking her with that defiance of hers.

But it didn't help Yuki to prevent Gwendolyn from tripping her down onto the mat with a full nelson facebuster, and she fell down onto the canvas, face first. Once again, she was reacquainted with the mat, and she let out a weak whimper, azure locks splayed upon the canvas. Her face throbbed in pain, leaving her vulnerable against whatever the arrogant aristocrat had in store for her.

Every whimpering sob and cowering fidget brought about by Yuki's turtling up into herself only fueled Gwendolyn's burning desire to degrade and dismantle the newcomer for all the world to witness. Despite the blatantly obvious motivations of whittling away at Yuki's fortitude to make inevitably winning the match all the more easier, Gwendolyn now held a rather personal stake in bringing this demure neophyte to heel. For a noblewoman such as herself, who prides herself on exuding boundless confidence in every facet of her life, to share the same social status as heiress with this simpering, doe-eyed, weak-willed snowflake...Gwen took immediate offense to such a notion. And she demonstrated that spite by driving Yuki face first into the still reverberating canvas.

Gwendolyn now smiling maliciously as she ascended back up to a kneeling position after untangling her arms from underneath Yuki. A thin sheen of sweat making her immaculate skin glisten under the lights as she took a brief second to unwind from what was a rather intense series of offensive events. A sultry swoon to her heaving breaths as she glanced down at the lifeless Japanese waif beside her. The tumultuous slam silencing the formerly cheering fans into begrudging silence after seeing what was perhaps the finale of the match unfold right before their eyes as Gwendolyn than shoved Yuki over until she was flat on her back by pulling on her shoulder.

Gwendolyn than swiftly spinning around with her toned leg extended until she was straddling the pliable softness of Yuki's chest. A grasping pull on Yuki's ankle than bundling her into a pathetically sniveling ball with Gwen firmly affixing that ankle into her armpit. The snooty aristocrat's jackknife pin attempt having an exotic flourish to it as she flicked her golden curls over her shoulder with a haughty smirk plastered on her perfect visage, all while her plump backside would now be nestled rather comfortably on Yuki's face...


"1!"

Yuki Onna let out a pained whimper when she was rolled onto her back. Her cheek was scratched and her face throbbed painfully from the facebuster earlier. Then, the blonde heiress proceeded with a pinfall attempt, seating herself on top of her while pulling on Yuki's ankle. And to make the situation even worse, Gwendolyn had her plump derrière nestled snugly against her injured face. Humiliated and broken, a defeat seemed inevitable for the azure-haired heiress.

"TWO!"

But, the ember of defiance was still inside her. While defeat might seem unavoidable, there's no way she would accept this defeat without a little bit of resistance. So, despite the physical and mental exhaustion she currently experienced, Yuki mustered whatever left inside her to kick out and lift her shoulders off the mat. "Haaaahhhh!!!"

"THR-!"

And that exact moment, the referee stopped upon seeing Yuki breaking out of the pinfall attempt. Despite her weakened state and currently having a minor breakdown, she was still in the match. She might not have enough strength left, but her defiance was still there. She would not give her foe the satisfaction of an easy victory.

The prideful exuberance Gwen felt from finally subjugating this lamentable excuse for an heiress was plain to see by the beaming smirk painted across her elegant visage. Gwendolyn having developed somewhat of a personal stake in seeing this incessantly silent Japanese waif be left a shattered and whimpering shell of who she was. Though the heiress' intended conclusion for this match would be rudely postponed from the sudden shifting of Yuki's arms and jostling of her legs that unseated Gwen from her arrogant pin attempt, much to the heiress' scoffing disappointment.  

"Tch...and here I am, earnestly believing that a pitiful invertebrate like you had finally accepted the truth of her woeful inferiority by now. I suppose your education at my divine hands continues..." Gwen bitterly stated while shoving herself off of one knee to be standing beside the fallen heiress. A clenching tug on on her cerulean locks being the impetus to compel Yuki upward, the heiress intentionally arching Yuki's neck back to grant the audience an opportunity to see the misery-laden and whimpering face of the Japanese snowflake one final time before finally subduing the struggling rookie.

Yuki would remain hunched over once brought back up to her feet, the heiress' intentions becoming crystal clear once she than turned in place and clamped her smooth thighs around Yuki's head. Gwen strained her taut leg muscles to keep Yuki tame and in place for her attempted Royal Pedigree finisher, the heiress intending to slam Yuki face-first into the unforgiving canvas with clamoring fans hollering their encouragement for the downtrodden rookie to reverse the maneuver and her impending defeat.

Yuki Onna was in a terrible shape at the moment, and she had no hope to even deliver any sort of counterattacks due to her condition. The only logical thing for her to do was to admit defeat and let Gwendolyn finish her, but the stubbornness and defiance demanded her to keep fighting. And she knew that it would be detrimental for her whole being, as her arrogant opponent was about to whittle away whatever was left of her fighting spirit.

When the villainous aristocrat pulled her up by grabbing a handful of her azure locks, Yuki had no choice but to get up to minimize the pain. She let out a moan, feeling her scalp burning from the tug. Then, to make matters worse, Gwendolyn took her chance to intentionally let the crowd see her face. This time, she couldn't hide her face any longer, and when she saw the crowd, who were clearly trying to encourage her, cheering her name, she couldn't help but let out a weak whimper, feeling guilty for letting them down.

These people put their faith in her to emerge triumphant over the villainous heiress, and it was clear how misplaced that faith was. The result was already made apparent due to her circumstances, and all that left was her defeat in the hands of the pompous blonde.

"Uuuh..." Then, Yuki was put in a standing headscissor. Weakened and losing her resolve, Yuki was in no shape to reverse the move, and all she could do was struggle helplessly in the hold, letting out a piteous sob before she was brought down into the mat, face first, with a Royal Pedigree. The move extinguished whatever was left of Yuki's resolve, and and after its impact, Yuki's body laid still, with occasional twitching. This time, there would be nothing that would stop Gwendolyn from achieving her victory.

The deadening thud of Gwendolyn's Royal Pedigree signaled what everyone begrudgingly anticipated was the disappointing conclusion of the match. Gwendolyn was supremely confidant that her face-smashing finisher would go off without a hitch because she knew what most in attendance didn't. Something she knew from overhearing every whimpering sob and pathetic moan the fallen rookie mumbled out. That Yuki had long since lost whatever meager snippets of self-confidence she had. Gwendolyn taking gleeful satisfaction in having broken Yuki's will, as well as perhaps certain parts of her face after what was yet another heartless targeting of her already battered face...

A scintillating chill crept up Gwen's spine from feeling the fallen rookie be rendered limp and lifeless beneath her, the pompous aristocrat remaining propped up on her knees for several seconds to bask smugly in the audiences' palpable disappointment. Though after a few seconds of brief revelry Gwen would spin in place, and in turn would twist Yuki onto her back as well. By shuffling around and unhooking Yuki's arms from her legs, Gwen would be able to rise up to a kneeling position beside Yuki before propping one knee atop the fallen rookie's generous chest.

Gwen's conquering pin attempt riling up the audience even further as she performed an exaggerating bow while elegantly uttering the words "My sincerest appreciation to all my adoring fans~..." with her arms extended lavishly to her sides as if it were the curtain call of a grandiose performance. Reminding these unwashed peasants of the upper class' innate superiority never got old for the regal noblewoman, Gwendolyn now savoring their revulsion and ravenous booing as if it were thunderous applause while the referee began the concluding pin count.

"One!"

"Two!"

Yuki Onna was exhausted, physically and mentally, after everything that she had taken from blonde heiress who had emerged triumphant over her. She had received many blows not only to her body, but also to her pride, to her self-worth. The pride of being the heiress of a prestigious family of martial artists, the pride of being a wrestler, the pride of being herself, all of them had been blown up to bits by Gwendolyn's cruel words. She couldn't find it in herself to fight back, even if she could, her body was battered to the point she could no longer think of moving even a finger.

And then, the pin. Gwendolyn had put herself on top of her, being the rightful conqueror she was. Yuki could feel disappointment permeating from the fans, as they were once again reminded why they wanted the cruel, blonde aristocrat to be taken down a peg or two. Alas, Yuki had been nothing but another wrestler to be downed by Gwendolyn.

She could hear the sounds of the referee's palm slapping the mat, counting for the pin. She didn't have enough strength left to kick out or do anything to prolong her suffering. So, she remained there, feeling her opponent's weight on top of her. Her defeat was inevitable now, considering how little she could do due to her condition.

"THREE!"

And that's the final count, followed by the ringing of the bell, signifying the end of the match. She let out a sob, her resolve broken at the moment. And the crowd seemed to be disappointed as well by the result, as they found their faith in the rookie to be misplaced.

The cruel vanity of the regal blueblood shined brilliantly throughout the entirety of her pompous showboating atop the wobbly chest of her vanquished foe, a malicious sneer on her lips earning the vitriolic ire of the incensed audience as the referee signaled for the ringing of the bell. Some minor lapses in judgement had made this match more competitive than Gwendolyn would care to admit, the lingering aches to her exquisite visage and the shimmering sheen of sweat on her curvaceous frame were regretful reminders of that fact. But to her, the inevitably of this outcome was quite simply never in question. As should always be the case when someone of Yuki's feeble conviction would dare to challenge an individual of such resplendent elegance and unrivaled superiority~...

A glance downward towards her whimpering foe bringing something intriguing to Gwen's attention as she spied the cerulean rose that was a part of Yuki's headdress. Gwen's dainty fingers than reaching down to pluck it out of Yuki's hair before bringing the flourishing flower right before her smirking face for a more thorough examination. Her cultivated appreciation for the rose's beauty bringing a sense of refined sophistication to her aura while still remaining dominantly propped atop the fallen rookie.  

"Ah~...A masterful performance on your part, my dear~... I dare say you've thoroughly demonstrated just how...*giggle*...qualified, you are to be in this ring amongst those of a more superior caliber of athlete~...I do wish you a safe travel back towards whatever menial hovel you reside in. At least you realized how woefully inept you are at this profession sooner rather than later, and can save yourself the embarrassment of pursuing this further~... " Gwendolyn pridefully stated with her half-lidded eyes directed down towards Yuki, the rose in her hand than almost sensually shoved inside of Yuki's panting mouth for one final degrading act. Her elegant fingers than cupping Yuki's pale cheeks to purse her lips and direct her attention straight towards the haughty blonde above her.

"There~...now you have a reason for being such an incessant mute~..." Gwen's final barb being proceeded with finally dismounting Yuki and proceeding to backpedal towards the ropes before turning in place and slipping through them. Her steadfast entourage swarming around her as a human shield that provided her with warm towels and bottled water as they attended to her every need on their way up the ramp.