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

Alaina felt her air supply being choked off and as she reached up to try to pry herself free Gwendolyn had other plans. The two women rose to their feet and Alaina gagged, gasping as she tried to draw breath as Gwendolyn continued to crush her in the headlock! Alaina stomped and reached out, this time grabbing Gwendolyn around the waist instead of trying to free herself.

Alaina let out a muffled scream as she then thrust forward, running and pushing Gwendolyn along! She knew there was a door ahead and Alaina wanted to plow Gwendolyn through the doors to open then before trying to spear her down to the hard floor of whatever part of the arena the doors led to! Alaina wasn't sure where they were going but she was sure that no matter where they went she was determined to take the fight to Gwendolyn. Alaina was going to use whatever she could out there to the fullest, knowing that she had to enhance her already considerable offense to re-establish herself in this match against her hated foe.

Aside from some...unfortunate, snags in her ingenious stratagem towards vanquishing this Amazonian nuisance, Gwen's efforts were apparently finally beginning to bear fruit by how noticeably fatigued Alaina was in allowing the cultured aristocrat to run roughshod over her. The nigh constant constriction of Allie's windpipe was steadily whittling away at her waning endurance, and Gwen's frequent pin attempts were intended to frazzle her further by breaking her concentration from ruminating on ways to reverse the shifting tide of the match.

Gwendolyn gleefully continued to crank down on the clearly exasperating headlock that was causing Alaina no end of breathing issues, the heiress shuffling both parties back up to their knees before eventually hauling Allie's lumbering weight back up to her feet. But any notion of further progress was abruptly robbed of the heiress by means of this infernal Amazon wrapping her burly arms around Gwendolyn's slim waist and stampeding them both through the nearby double doors to the noblewoman's wild-eyed bewilderment. Her pearl-white boots scrapping against the floor before the pair would explode through the doors and into the concession stand filled hallways.

Startled fans would immediately make room and scurry away as the warring pair would collapse to the linoleum floors, Gwendolyn in particular taking the brunt of the impact with an agonized groan and an arching spine. She shuffled over and wearily attempted to maneuver back up to her hands and knees, surrounded by concession and souvenir stands selling all manner of AFW merchandise.

Alaina collapsed to the floor below as the women came to a hard landing. Alaina rolled over and made her way to her hands and knees looking over at Gwendolyn. "I can't wait to embarrass you and beat you, and if that happens right here literally in front of everyone that is fine with me!" Alaina said before trying to rise to her feet. She swayed and stumbled, clearly hurting from the toll the match had taken on her. Gwendolyn was not someone to be taken lightly in any circumstance. The amazon grit her teeth as she made her way over to Gwendolyn, reaching out to try to grab hold of Gwendolyn's hair!

Alaina slammed her right fist into Gwendolyns face before letting go of her hair and slamming a knee into Gwendolyn's abdomen. Alaina eyes a nice table with some merchandise on it including a couple actions figures and a few shirts of wrestlers like Silver Ace. Alaina tried to grab hold of Gwendolyn's head once more, this time trying to smash her gorgeous face off the table as hard as she could! Alaina wanted to inflict a lot of punishment to Gwendolyn out here, and given the tables, objects and even the lovely rock hard walls themselves she seemed to have found just the environment she needed!

Incapable of comprehending where all of Alaina's confounded endurance was coming from, Gwendolyn shuffled over to her side with sluggish movements as she propped herself up on her hands and knees. The brunt of the Amazons' bull-headed charge regrettably being taken by the heiress' aching spine, the pained grimace on her face largely being shielded from public view by her drooping ringlets as she wearily maneuvered as best she could. But the freezing cold chill she suddenly felt overcome her came less from the chilled linoleum floor beneath her, and more from feeling a pair brutish hands clamp onto her hair and unwillingly compel her back to her feet.

The Amazonian 1-2 combo left Gwendolyn rattled and winded...respectfully. Her golden-curled head snapping to the side with spittle flying from the walloping right to her posh cheek, with the accompanying knee strike embedding itself into her caved-in stomach and plowing the wind straight out of her. Huddled over herself with both arms cradling her freshly tenderized mid-section, Gwendolyn did manage a few rasping words in between her sputtering coughs as she raised her head upward with as wholesome and innocent a feigned smile as she could muster...

"W...Would a...parley...be out of the questi-"...but before her attempt at seeking a truce could be finished, she had her posh visage slammed into the souvenir-laden table with enough force to have her flip onto it. The heiress now sprawled out on her back and in a swirly-eyed daze amidst Death Bunny rabbit plushies, Silver Ace face-paint, and Heavenly White Army t-shirts.

Alaina sent Gwendolyn flying over the table, making her way around to see the results of her recent offense. Alaina grinned as she bent down, picking Gwendolyn off her feet in a big bear hug, holding her high in front of her. "Whats wrong Gwenniecakes? Don't ya like it when a superior wrestler takes the fight to ya?" The amazon said to the heiress after lifting her. Alaina gave her a big squeeze before running forward a few steps, trying to deliver a nasty running spine buster to Gwendolyn on the concrete floor! If successful Alaina would stand over Gwendolyn and rub it in, flexing a bicep and kissing it before winking at the crowd.

Fans were eating this up as they were on top of Alaina regaining her momentum against the despised heiress. Alaina saw something on a table nearby, sauntering over and swaying her hips a bit extra to give the male fans around a bit extra to look at. She saw an amazon t-shirt and she had an idea floating around in her mind as to what to do with it if Gwendolyn would just stay down for another moment...

Gwendolyn always did consider herself a hopeful optimist, especially since she always had the financial capital to make matters go in her favor no matter what. But even she, admittedly, did not truly believe her plea for a suspension of hostilities with the brutish Amazon would end as well as she had hoped. A boorish individual of Alaina's uncivilized intellect probably no doubt wrap her feeble mind around her sophisticated words anyway...but it was certainly worth the effort considering she now faced an enraged neanderthal viciously pummeling her and flinging her over the souvenir stand.

"Hnngh...blasted...bunny ears..." Gwendolyn grumbled as she unearthed herself from beneath the tacky memorabilia, snatching a pair of Death Bunny rabbit ears off of her head and flinging various items to and fro before Alaina made her presence unpleasantly known by hauling the rattled aristocrat back up to her feet and into her vice-like embrace. The struggling noblewomen snarled with a flinching groan as she was forced to endure both the flexing constriction and Alaina's benign commentary...at least before a sudden sprint and elevated drop pancaked the heiress beneath the muscled savage. The heiress arched her back with a tormented wail before flipping over to her side, now writhing meekly while struggling to compose herself...

Alaina was enjoying the view and she happily dropped a t-shirt portraying herself right on top of Gwendolyn. This was going to be oh so sweet payback. With the shirt laying right on Gwendolyn's chest Alaina jumped up into the air, extending her elbow and crashing down on Gwendolyn's chest with the elbow drop! Alaina got back up and bent down, yanking Gwendolyn up by the hair with a smile on her face.

"First Akiha, and now you! Beating you tonight to take ya down a peg or two is going to be so satisfying..." Alaina said as she stepped towards another table, looking to smash Gwendolyn's face off the table a couple times before tossing her straight over the top of the table by her hair! Alaina clapped a couple times, giving fans nearby a thumbs up and grin after tossing Gwendolyn. Alaina felt like she was in control, with the heiress at her mercy!

Gwendolyn's warbled view of the ceiling above and a towering Amazon flaunting her strength whilst striking a winking pose was decidedly not as pleasant for the grimacing heiress still languishing at her feet. Though that view itself would be suddenly blackened out from Alaina draping an "Amazons' Rule!!" t-shirt over the reviled blueblood, generating resounding laughs and cheers before Alaina added the punchline with a massive elbow drop that rocked Gwen's prone form. Gwendolyn coughing out an agonized groan before curling into a ball and rolling to her side from what felt like a jackhammer being driven into her chest, the braying neanderthals that were Allie's fandom of course rallying behind the oafish Amazon humiliating the snooty aristocrat...

...who was unwillingly compliant as Alaina roughly tugged her back to her feet by her golden ringlets, the heiress flinching from the strain on her scalp and was clearly rattled and disoriented while being escorted to yet another table for yet another round of headbanging. A guttural groan being uttered from each bounce of her golden curled head being plastered into the hardened surface with ruthless efficacy and a callous disregard for her precious million-dollar facial features. The uncouth Amazon's dominant showcasing of her strength once again leaving the snobbish aristocrat in a vulnerable, swirly eyed daze before being pitched over the table and onto the floor, buried beneath another scattering of AFW memorabilia to the audience's cheering accolades.

Alaina saw Gwendolyn crumple to the ground and she also saw a mostly barren table nearby. She had an idea that involved Gwendolyn, a slam of some kind and that table no longer being in one piece. "Time to flatten the Gwenniecake! I hope ya like the ride my precious snobby little brat buddy...." Alaina said as the fans who heard her words nearby cheered her on! "This is going to hurt you much more than it hurts me, don't you worry."

Alaina stomped her way back over to Gwendolyn, yanking her up by the hair and staring her in the eye for a moment. the amazon bent down, grabbing Gwendolyn between the legs and around the shoulder as she tried to lift her up as high as she could! To add more insult Alaina slapped Gwendolyn's backside a few times to spank her as she spun around and backed away from the table. If all this went well Alaina would run forward trying to deliver a big running powerslam to Gwen onto the table, hoping she could break it with he force of her offense!

Stewing miserably beneath piles of gaudy AFW merchandise in between being pummeled by an enraged Amazonian cave-woman...Gwendolyn was fairly confident she had been subjected to worse degradation. But for the life of her, she was having an extraordinarily irksome time thinking of such an example as she struggled to raise herself up to her hands and knees. Once again flinging over-priced memorabilia off of her with a flinching grimace until she felt something worthwhile amidst all of the gaudy trinkets and t-shirts...

Gwendolyn scowled with gritted teeth from once again having this uncivilized troglodyte sully her illustrious ringlets with her coarse hands, but she had little say in the matter as Alaina once again hauled her up and raised her aloft in her muscled arms. Enduring the indignity of having her backside spanked to the audience's amusement, the posh noblewoman dangled limply in the Amazon's arms until she was at the apex of her run...where Gwendolyn would shuffle over her opponent's shoulder and land on her feet behind Alaina. But once Allie would turn to face the nimble heiress, she would be greeted with a puff of red mist sprayed right into her eyes from a can of red-hair dye in Gwen's hand!!