Falls Count Anywhere: "Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Gwendolyn DuPont-Bettencourt

Alaina gasped for breath as she stumbled forward, free from the painfully constricting hold. Alaina hobbled a bit before turning and looking back at Gwendolyn. That exposed abdomen looked like a lovely oh ching bag to the amazon. Alaina lunged in, crying out as she ran in with a knee to the abdomen, then went about following up with a flurry of body punches to Gwendolyns mid section!

"I can't wait to show you that you are no better than anyone else! You are just a snobby uppity bitch!" Alaina shouted, Gwendolyn bringing out an anger and focus from Alaina rarely seen by anyone in the ring! Gwendolyns tactics and attitude were the source of Alainas rage. If she let her ability speak for itself she wpuld be one of the most respected women in wrestling or so Alaina thought.

Momentary setbacks were just that. Momentary. And despite having lost her grip on this confounded Amazon's neck, and by extension the match itself, the pompous aristocrat was still brimming with confidence that she could right this wayward ship. But not if this blasted neanderthal couldn't at least afford her a moment's rest after having just sandwiched her between her lumbering frame and the still reverberating padded turnbuckle.

Gwendolyn was given no such respite as, before she could even tilt her golden-curled head back up, the enraged Amazon plowed her knee directly into her breadbasket with an unsettling amount of stampeding force. The haughty heiress coughed up the air in her lungs and spittle in her mouth while she crumpled over herself in grimacing discomfort, the nonstop body blows causing her to jolt violently with each gut punch until she realized they weren't going to be stopping anytime soon.

*Tch...B-Blasted oaf...* The reviled noblewoman thought to herself before finding the briefest of openings to nimbly duck out of the corner and start to go into a full retreat, one hand clamping onto the top rope with her other hand shielding her abdomen in what was a speedy, but still hobbled attempt to make space between them.

Alaina swung and Gwendolyn ducked under, leaving Alaina's fist to hit the turnbuckle! "Ngh! Damn it Gwendolyn who said you could run like that? Let me help you get away from those ropes." Alaina said as she lumbered after Gwendolyn, reaching out to try to grab hold of her from behind. Instead of wrapping her up around the waist Alaian tried to hook her arms back behind her, with he amazon hopefully maintaining a solid grip. Alaina tried to step back and keep her grip, shouting as she lift Gwendolyn up into the air. The amazon was trying to lift and plant the aristocrat to the mat with a tiger suplex as hard as she could!

Alaina knew that going for a pin against Gwendolyn was useless at this point so she put everything she had into the impact, planning to release the grip she had right after. She had more in store for Gwendolyn to be sure but Alaina couldn't just go all-in with intensity and hope to win. She did that in the first encounter and lost. She had to be smart in addition to that. She had to keep her focus and not let up.

Tactical retreats were a part of any brilliant strategists repertoire. And considering the pummeling strikes Gwendolyn was being the unlucky recipient of at the hands of this uncivilized brute, the heiress was more than wiling to make use of her nimble agility to free herself of that untenable position. Any amount of time spent being cornered by Alaina was always too long in Gwendolyn's refined book. Her retreat being at a somewhat hobbled pace considering she just had her delicate abdomen tenderized with strikes from Alaina that she didn't quite remember being this powerful, a wincing flinch on her refined visage before her eyes widened from feeling her arms firmly locked behind her!!

"U-Uncultured philistine!! Have you not even the slightest sense of etiquette to allow me a moment's-" Gwen's fidgeting squirms and her incredibly ironic plea for fair play would both be interrupted by the sudden hauling elevation capped off with the snooty aristocrat being implanted onto the back of her head and shoulders to thunderous applause. The heiress groaning in dizzied discomfort and pain with her golden locks spread out on the mat all around her head and her curvy backside sticking up into the air. At least before being allowed the freedom of movement from having her arms released to slump over to her side to lay on her back, a wincing grimace being directed upwards at the blinding roof lights.

Planting Gwendolyn to the mat was satisfying, more satisfying than just about any other opponent. Alaina rolled to her side and rose to her feet, looking down at Gwendolyn. the amazon showed her power which was no surprise. Now she wanted to give Gwendolyn a little jolt, all while firing up the crowd a good deal. Alaina made her way to the corner, climbing up to the top of the turnbuckle. The amazon faced the aristocrat and looked around at the cheering crowd.

Alaina smiled as she jumped up, laying sideways and holding her elbow out, aiming a top rope elbow drop right at the chest of Gwendolyn below! This was going to be one hell of a landing, and a horrid one for Gwendolyn had she chosen to remain still... or just wasn't able to move if she wanted to or not! Conversely, had Alaina bitten off more than she can chew this landing may in and of itself cause her to unwind early in the match, providing Gwendolyn with a big opening to come back!

Gwendolyn bitterly stewed with a flinching grimace directed upward towards the ceiling while she struggled to overcome the aching dizziness that came from practically being suplexed out of her wrestling boots. Coping with Alaina's infernal strength was always the issue whenever they found themselves locking horns, and this time was evidently no different as Alaina demonstrated the ease with which she pitched the nimble aristocrat through the air and onto the back of her golden curled head.

Of course, throngs of uncouth commoners cheered wildly for the reviled aristocrat's downfall, but Gwendolyn knew enough about this painfully familiar matchup to recognize that stillness only meant her demise. She tossed and turned with a pained groan as she checked her immediate surroundings to spy Allie climbing the nearest turnbuckle, and nothing willed her back to her feet than the alarming possibility of being squashed beneath that lumbering oaf. Gwendolyn shuffled to her knees and than to her wobbly legs, immediately catapulting herself forward to drape herself over the top rope and shake it vehemently in the under-handed hope to make Allie lose her balance.

As Alaina turned to set herself up she lost her footing, crashing down on top of the turnbuckle painfully as the top turnbuckle landed right between her legs! She let out a loud, pained scream as she realized that Gwendolyn had caused her to lose her footing by grabbing the top rope. Alaina underestimated Gwendolyn and had quite clearly paid the price for it. The amazon was stunned and evidently in a lot of pain, her hands covering the point of impact.

She fell forward, landing hard on the mat as she groaned again. Alaina rolled onto her side, curled up in a ball as she was still down from that sudden counter by Gwendolyn. She was now wide open to the variety of offense Gwendolyn was able to muster. Alaina knew only too well that this was an awful spot to be in. She had suffered enough defeat at the hands of the Aristocrat to know this from experience. The crowd tried to rally her but all Alaina was able to muster was a weak bicycle kicking motion of her legs as pain surged through her lower body.

Most everyone, man or woman, could equally sympathize for the specific type of agony that had befallen the now crumpled Amazon in the fetal position clutching her groin. Gwendolyn perhaps being the only individual in the entire arena taking great amusement at Alaina's distraught state as she pompously smirked while witnessing the delightfully embarrassing spectacle unfold. She still had one arm dangling over the top rope with her posture slackened after having just barely made it to the ropes in time to execute her devious countermeasure before Alaina could react to any of it. Knowing that she had just afforded herself an appreciated few minutes to recoup, Gwen took her sweet time catching her breath before approaching Alaina once more to grind her pearl white boot into the back of her head.

"A bit of free advice...stay grounded, and stick to what you muscle-headed brutes do best. Otherwise, you'll just end up embarrassing yourself~..." Gwendolyn haughtily advised before using a double clenching handful of Alaina's hair to escort and prop the fallen Amazon with her back against the bottom turnbuckle. A solo rendition of "Stomp" than taking place as Gwen clenched onto the top rope before the heiress started stomping and stamping away at Alaina with heartless abandon and ruthless efficacy. Gwendolyn concluding her kicking storm by dashing to the ring post adjacent to Alaina to come bouncing off the ropes at full sprinting speed for an attempted running face wash to the side of the Amazons' unsightly mug.

Alaina was powerless to stop the oncoming stomps, taking strike after strike with a twisted expression of pain etched other face. She groaned as she tried to recover, but that was all dashed away when Gwendolyn came charging in and absolutely devastated Alaina with her speedy attack! Alaina crumpled down to the mat on her side her hands covering her face where the strike hit like a sledgehammer!

The amazon kicked the mat and let out a loud howl of pain as she laid there, however she wasn't able to do much past that. She was dazed and her face throbbed, feeling like her whole head was just crushed! Alaina needed to fight back but Gwendolyn's questionable tactics led to her taking full advantage of Alaina, leaving the amazon at the mercy of the aristocrat for the time being.

The loud booing of the crowd was an understatement of Alaina's disdain for this situation no matter how loud the crowd was. She managed to back up her claims against Akiha but Gwendolyn was a different cup of tea. Alaina saw her sort of like a kryptonite the way she saw Valley. She needed to win against her without Gwendolyn being able to cry foul... but that seemed so far off down here on the canvass.

The phrase, "Stomping a mudhole", was far too lowbrow and uncultured to be a part of Gwendoyn's sophisticated lexicon. But it was nevertheless an appropriate encapsulation of what was transpiring in the ring right now as the pompous aristocrat barraged Alaina with ceaseless stomping that she was incapable of defending herself from. All culminating with Gwendolyn dashing from one side of the ring to the other to deliver a fully propelled face wash that no doubt imprinted the treads of Gwen's overpriced boots against the side of Alaina's face.

Gwendolyn's toned leg remained dangling over the bottom rope well after Alaina had dragged herself out of the corner before she finally retracted it to begin a nonchalant waltz towards the writhing Amazon. The heiress' lackadaisical, sluggish approach being a sly message to the audience of how little of a threat she currently saw their fan-favorite competitor. Two hefty handfuls of Alaina's ungroomed hair than being used to raise her backup to her knees and situate her neck over the middle rope.

The position no doubt being a familiar and dreaded one, and with good reason. The heiress would place the top rope over her shoulder and seat the underside of her smooth thigh against the back of Allie's head for a deliberate rope choke. Vitriolic boos reigning down as the maligned noblewoman posed extravagantly with a snobbish smirk and exotic flick of her golden ringlets throughout it all, only letting up to release Alaina after a few demeaning rope bounces against the back of her head simply for the fun of it.