AV 17 Tag Title: Imperial Order (c) vs. Masuyo & Valley Doll

Valley Doll. High-flying, kicks, mixed with some old-school wrestling. Five feet, eight inches, 130 pounds.

Gwendolyn Bettencourt. Kicks, agility-based style, graceful. Five feet, eight inches, 122 pounds.

Both two time champs. Valley won the Slamazons title, Gwen held the tag belt, and they’d touched Entropy gold.

On paper, the two women circling each other were fairly close in terms of size and ability. Gwendoly wasn’t typically thought of a high-flier, like her and Akiha - unless you counted her Haute Société finisher. But Valley wouild put her in a similar class to her girlfriend. There probably wasn’t anything Valley could do that Gwen wasn’t at least physically capable of performing, and vice versa.

This was going to be a tough one. Valley couldn’t wait to get started.

After she dealt with the peanut gallery. ”Shut up, Red!” She whipped her head at Akiha, then focused back Gwen’s way. ”You know what I mean. Geez.”

With that detour out of the way, Valley started to edge her way in, hands raised and fingers wiggling. ”Talking a big game, Gwen.” She closed in for a test of strength, glancing down at the heiress’ deadly feet. "But you can't talk me into a three count."

Gwendolyn appreciated the attempt from Akiha to distract Valley into giving the heiress an opening, but she felt it best to leave such loquacious warfare to the professional's. Belittling and deriding her opponent's into making a costly mistake was one of Gwen's innumerable forte's, and was something she genuinely enjoyed taking part in as it more often than was a highlight of her matches.

The tension was becoming quite palpable as both of the blonde-haired counterparts to their respective teams began to encroach upon each-other with honed grappling stances that showcased the seasoned caliber of athletes in the ring. Though it was quite unorthodox for Gwendolyn to accept a test of strength given her propensity towards avoiding direct confrontation, the heiress appeared dead-set on doing just that as she inched closer and closer towards Valley with their open hands about to come into contact...

...only for Gwen to abruptly sidestep beside Valley and take a poised and tranquil stroll towards the ropes. The pompous aristocrat showing her back to Valley as she began examining her polished finger nails and wiping nonexistent dust off of her shoulders in what was a blatant attempt at playing mindgames with Valley. A resounding chorus of booing than sounding off from Gwendolyn prolonging the beginning of the hyped up match...

Closer. Just a little more. Just a little more.

Gwen was the younger woman, around a decade or so Valley’s junior, but the Slamazon was willing to wager that she was stronger. Just a little, just a bit, not enough to matter in most circumstances. But when it came to the test of strength? It wouldn’t be an easy feet, but she could overpower Gwen and get an early advantage.

If they locked up. Which they didn’t. Damn it.

”What-” Valley blurted out as she stumbled, then stood up straight and turned around to see Gwen...not coming at her. Relaxing. Chilling. Not a problem in the world.

”Huh.” Valley rubbed her chin and rolled her shoulders. ”Yeah, okay.”

Blowing it off, Valley started to circle once more, closing in on Gwen as she did. She moved towards the heiress again, raising her arms as she neared, this time trying to start a collar and elbow tie up…

It wasn't that Gwen found Valley to be an absolute non-threat to her illustrious title reign...well, not entirely that. Gwendolyn merely wished to make doubly sure that her well-manicured nails were in pristine condition as befitting a lady of her nobility~...as well as sew seeds of doubt and second-guessing her decisions into Valley who seemed to be laser focused on this match. Where as Gwen took it all in pompous stride~...a level of confidence meant to unnerve her opponent's as well.

"Ah~...my apologies. We should get matters underway, shouldn't we? We're certainly not getting any younger...well, some of us more obviously than others~...Do try to keep up, Madam Doll..." Gwen snarkily quipped after turning back to Valley, a blatant call back to what Val had stated earlier. Resuming her practiced wrestling stance while approaching Valley once more with steady steps, Gwen would patiently wait until they were well within arm's length before clamping onto her opponent's arm and twisting it to her side. The heiress attempting to apply a contorting arm wringer with an added forearm strike to Valley's shoulder for added measure.

And there it was, the obligatory crack on her age. Valley was, no joke, surprised that it took Gwen this long to drop that little bomb.

She blew a few hairs out of her face as she closed in on her foe, a crooked smirk forming on her face. She’d heard this line before, though rarely so subtly stated, she would give the snooty blonde credit for that much. ”You know, I love it when people give me cracks about my age.” She snickered. ”It makes it twice as embarrassing when I beat them.”

Despite her words, she wouldn’t be immediately able to make good on them, as Gwen took her by surprise with an abrupt burst of speed. The next thing she knew, her arm was being twisted about, with an extra bit of pain for her shoulder to go along with it.

An arm wringer. Simple move, but one of the better ways to start a match out. Gwen had an eye for the classics, it seemed.

The subject of Valley's advanced age was such a glaringly obvious target that Gwendolyn saw little sport in exploiting it against the elderly high-flyer. The heiress enjoyed challenging herself when it came to belittling her opponent's, therefore she opted to avoid the subject during the promo segment and as for as long as possible until the perfect moment came along to throw it back into Valley's aged face. Which just so happened to be right then and there.

A swift sidestep and a firm twist of Valley's arm were all Gwen needed to establish control over Valley, a twisting turn of the Californian's wrist and a pelting forearm strike to her shoulder all intended to get Valley hunched over and in as much stinging discomfort as possible. With even more effort given towards delivering a snarky comment or two.

"The only embarrassment this night will be whatever shoddy performance you muster up before you find yourself sharing yet another similarity between yourself and our mutual compatriot, Haley. And that is suffering a humbling defeat at my dignified hands~... Gwen taunted with a smirk while maintaining and gradually adding to the twisting torque of the arm wringer.

Which was more painful - Gwen’s arm wringer or Gwen’s dialogue?

The arm wringer was tight, expertly applied, one of the better applications she’d see of the move. Her talking on the other hand was, well…”’You’ll lose just like Haley did.’” Valley groaned, a long, haggard noise. ”That’s all you had to say, Gwen. Geez.”

That comment was followed by a hiss, as Valley had just about enough of this move and Gwendolyn’s haughtiness. Time to change things up.

”1!”

Valley rolled forward with an abrupt spin, taking the pressure off the arm wringer and grabbing Gwen’s wrist in the process.

”2!”

She flopped to her back, but only stayed there for a second, before she executed a swift kip up and rose to her feet in an instant.

”3!”

Now, for the best part. Valley swung low, twisted Gwen’s arm around, and trapped her in the same hold she’d put on her just a moment. ”Now,” She gave the arm wringer a mean twist. ”What was it you were saying about my girlfriend?”

Gwendolyn never was one to miss an opportunity make use of her long-winded lexicon. Call it a byproduct of years of scholarly tutoring since she was a wee lad. But whatever you called it, Gwendolyn noticed it was already visibly aggravating Valley. Indicating to the heiress that she should continuing using her loquacious talents to continue getting into the head of the elderly Californian.

Regretfully, Gwendolyn's momentary advantage was just that...momentary. A nimble tuck and roll and fleet-footed kip-up impressing the audience and annoying the heiress as she suddenly found herself on the receiving end of the twisting armwringer.

Wincing sharply while clasping her tortured shoulder, Gwen patted her pained socket as a method of enduring the stinging spikes of pain. She remained steadfast in not eliciting anything resembling a pained groan though. Instead she turned turned her head back towards Valley to glance up at her with an irate glare in her eyes.

"You’ll lose just like Haley did..."

Through her career, Valley had executed the arm wringer many, many times. Perhaps more times than some wrestlers had actual matches. A simple move, but a good way to kick things off.

This time, though...this time would hold a special place in her heart.

Turning the tables on Gwen was a treat all by itself, and one that Valley was looking forward to repeating over and over before this match was through. That sassy mouth of hers, though? That, she was not letting slide for too long.

”See, wasn’t that so much better?” She sneered back at Gwen then smirked, and returned the favor with an elbow to the back of her opponent’s shoulder, evening them up. ”Brevity is the soul of wit.”

Someone of Gwendolyn's noble stature and dainty physique simply wasn't accustomed to enduring prolonged periods of pain. As evidenced by the cringing irritation on her posh face when a pelting forearm strike briefly brought her down to one knee. She managed to immediately lifting herself back up but still with a hunched over posture.

The heiress would have preferred giving Valley a much more verbose piece of her mind were she not indisposed at the moment. Instead, to keep her mind focused on her current predicament she opted to keep her witty rejoinders brief, succinct, and foreboding.

"Perhaps...but actions always speak louder than words." Gwen stated while glaring back up at Valley, the heiress than demonstrating remarkable agility by cartwheeling herself forward until she was back on her feet with the arm wringer reversed, and with her own hands now reapplying the maneuver back on Valley. But with a violent twist, as Gwen reared the arm back and slammed Valley' shoulder into the canvas in a snap arm wringer.