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

Alaina was out of it, but she was aware that she had literally had a garbage can dumped out on top of her! Alaina could barely move and only let out a small groan of disgust before a grunt of pain escaped her lips as Gwendolyn crashed down on top of her with her leg drop!

"TWO!"

The count continued on with the amazon laying motionless underneath Gwendolyn. It looked like she was about to win when at the absolute last moment Alaina twist herself around and thrust her shoulder up, breaking up the pin and prolonging the match! At the very least she wasn't defeated yet, but saying that she was still in it was a bit of a stretch as she was still laid out and looking up at the ceiling very much at Gwendolyns mercy.

Gwendolyn may have been unseated from her lofty perch, but her renewed confidence remained undaunted as she arose once more besides the bloodied Amazon. Dumping yesterday's filth and garbage upon Allie was an appropriate summation of what Gwendolyn felt about this uncivilized neanderthal daring to overstep her bounds. The leg-drop pin was merely a bit of fun the smug aristocrat was having before winding down to what she intended to be the grandiose finale to this long-standing grudge between the two. Gwendolyn than bending down to haul Alaina back to her feet by her disheveled locks.

"Very well~...Although writhing in pungent garbage suits you so well, I do believe a low-born commoner such as yourself has earned the right to be defeated by my graceful hands, in center stage." Gwendolyn pompously uttered before rearing back for a forearm strike and knee to Alaina's gut, all before securely fastening a headlock on the Amazon. All meant to rattle her opponent and keep her docile as Gwendolyn than began escorting her foe back through the double doors they came barreling in from, through the raucous crowd and hauled her over the barricade...

Alaina was out of it, an unwilling participant in Gwendolyn's plans but also one who had no energy to stop them. The forearm doubled Alaina over so she was hobbled, walking along limp legged with Gwendolyn as the two marched back towards the ring. Alaina moaned along the way, groaning in agony as each step caused her whole body pain. Any and all movement was laborious for the the amazon at this point.

Once they were over the barricade Alaina reached up to try to at least pry Gwendolyns grip from her hair to free herself! "Let go you snobby bitch...." Alaina protested weakly as she tried to summon some strength needed to pull herself free, or to get her hands on Gwendolyn's body and shove the aristocrat off of her!

Even whilst thrashed, bloodied, and practically defenseless...the accursed Amazon still somehow found a way to vex the imperial heiress. Namely by being an uncoordinated heap of lumbering muscle that Gwendolyn had to practically drag back to the ring. Waging bloody war with this uncouth neanderthal had left the prim aristocrat in no shape to be doing any such laborious work, and was very nearly on the cusp of collapsing from exhaustion herself.

But with the prospect of victory nearing the horizon, Gwendolyn summoned the reserve energy to preserver and haul her oafish adversary back into the ring. The heiress flinching as she arose once more, dripping both in sweat and viscous disdain for what Alaina had just muttered. A wobbly stutter to her steps as she approached the Amazon to grasp onto her unkempt locks and prop her on her knees.

"Mayhaps you should consider taking your own advice, and let go...of this fantastical delusion you obsess yourself with, that you...could have ever defeated someone of my superior lineage..." Gwendolyn seethed out while bending down to bring them face to glaring face, than pieing Alaina's face to shove her back down to the canvas. The heiress would take several steps backward to clamp onto the top rope with one hand, and start tapping the toe of her boot against the floor. The signature gesture of the pampered blueblood intending to unleash her roundhouse kick finisher, Colère de Dieu, upon Alaina the instant she was on her feet...and elegantly vanquish this insufferable Amazon once and for all.

Alaina was out of it, unable to free herself from the clutches of the smaller Gwendolyn. As she flopped onto the canvas she was in a haze, struggling up to her feet. The tapping of a foot and booing of the crowd left her knowing that something bad was coming her way. She couldn't let Gwendolyn win again. She defeated Akiha, and she could take Gwendolyn too. This wasn't just for her tonight either, this was for Julia and the promise that Sonic Boom once had.

As Alaian got up she saw Gwendolyn coming and did what she thought best, dropping right back down so the kick sailed overhead! Alaina let out a grunt as she tried to push herself back up, attempting to catch Gwendolyn in the aftermath of her miss with the largest lunging knee strike she had left in the tank to the abdomen of Gwendolyn! If Gwendolyn wanted to go for a knockout blow so would Alaina if this connected.....

Ever since first announcing this insufferable Amazon as her hand-picked opponent to defend her Entropy title against, Gwendolyn has had been cursed to endure Alaina's incessant interloping with her royal affairs. Whether it was colluding with the cowgirl luchadora Julia to usurp both of her title reigns, or branding her with that juvenile moniker of "Gwenniecakes"...which haunts her to this very day.

But now, Gwendolyn intended to rectify that egregious error those many moons ago with this deciding strike, her infamous roundhouse kick finisher capable of kayoing giants...but would go whiffing overhead and leave the startled heiress spinning in place to face the bloodied Amazon before having Allie's knee smashed directly into her taut abdomen.

The sheer amount muscled force brought towards the gut-churning knee strike brought the snobbish aristocrat to her tip toes while immediately huddling over. The heiress cradling her midsection with puffed up cheeks from having all that air pounded out of her lungs, her quivering legs eventually betraying her as the winded noblewoman eventually slumped down to her knees...

Alaina landed the strike but the amazon knew she was running on fumes. It was now or never at this point as both women had taken a tremendous beating in this matchup. Alaina wrapped an arm around Gwendolyn's head while reaching down to hook a leg. Alaina let out a guttural cry as she lift Gwendolyn up and the crowd saw what Alaina was trying to do! Alaina was going for her amabuster, a finisher she had never gotten to use on Gwendolyn before.

Alaina's first step was to lift Gwendolyn up and fall to the mat, Gwendolyn's head nestled in her arm, wedged against the shoulder of the amazon. As she dropped to a knee that pressure would give the heiress quite a headache! If that was successful Alaina would keep hold and transition to the next step and lift Gwendolyn straight up again, as if for a vertical suplex. However, instead of that she would cap off her finisher with a jumping brain buster to add to the blunt force trauma that Gwendolyn had already endured!

Alaina felt gassed, nearly lifeless herself after executing such a move. She crumpled to the mat in a heap on top of Gwendolyn, going for a pin. It was clear that if Gwendolyn kicked out it would be difficult for Alaina to keep up the fight!

"ONE!"

The metaphorical bottom dropped out for Gwendolyn's grand stratagem to slay this accursed Amazon with her most decisive of blows. In one fell swoop, she was rendered utterly breathless and speechless, much to the relief of those within earshot having to endure the heiress' pretentious blustering. The underlying disadvantage she held in this particular bout coming back to haunt her in nightmarish fashion, as a dignified socialite of her prim and proper social class was quite simply not accustomed to being bludgeoned with such monstrous strength.

Her troubles compounding once she felt the snug constriction on her golden-curled head. The heiress snarling bitterly with one of her legs criss-crossing the other in stumbling unbalance before her blithering disorientation became that much worse from being hoisted upside-down. Matters were devolving faster than Gwen could think of a way to correct them. She needed time to think, time to strategize...her mind racing at unparalleled speeds to find all the angles and think of an open-

*SLAM*

The initial muscle-buster putting a succinct stop to all Gwen's mental processing, or any semblance of resistance at all for that matter. Her scattered mind a distorted blank as she sagged limply in Allie's grasp, all before Alaina hammered her point home along with the pompous aristocrat's head into the canvas. There was a ramrod straightening to her supple frame before she feebly slumped to her back, spreadeagled in the middle of the ring with nary a clue as to what was transpiring on around her. Not the audience's clamoring applause...not the hefty weight of the Amazon laying across her...and not the referee's hand smacking the canvas.

"TWO!!"

"THREE!!!"

The bell rang and Alaina was in a state of disbelief. She had never gotten a clean win on Gwendolyn before. The triple threat match that left co-champions for the Entropy belt was tarnished. Gwendolyn first match against Alaina was a very controversial win for Gwendolyn and her oddly counting referee. Imperial Order defeated Sonic Boom.

But now Alaina had a victory untarnished by anything against Akiha as well as Gwendolyn now. A smile crept across her face, hoping that Julia was watching this back in the USA. Alaina rolled off Gwendolyn, flopping down onto her back next to the heiress, her head right next to Gwendolyn's as the two women were laid out next to each other. Alaina was announced as the victor but she couldn't even come close to getting up.

Her chest heaved as she drew breath, looking over at Gwendolyn. "You.... I can't figure you out. You are arrogant and cheat..... but you are skilled enough to win against just about anyone in the ring without resorting to that. If you are good enough to win without it why bother at all?" Alaina asked candidly. As much as the amazon hated to admit it, her assessment of Gwendolyn in the ring was accurate, as she was one of the best in AFW or the world inside the ropes.

Alaina's overwhelming disbelief was shared. Except Gwendolyn's was accompanied with the swirling bewilderment of where she currently was, warbled perception as she began lethargically opening her eyes, and an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. What was meant to be the grandiloquent triumph of her exalted nobility over this brutish neanderthal was sullied beyond repair. A thunderous ovation and obnoxiously blaring soundtrack being all the clues she needed to piece together what transpired while she was knocked senseless.

As per the norm for any of her vehemently loathed defeats, her mind raced to fathom what mistakes she made to make this lamentable conclusion a reality. How someone of her superior social standing now laid defeated by this commoner's hands. Every attempt on her part to shuffle upward and was arise being undone by her body's lack of response from sheer exhaustion. For now she remained prone and spread-eagled with a scrunching grimace, subjected to not only wallow in this degrading tragedy...but Alaina's inane commentary. A rhythmic arise and fall to her heaving chest as she kept her hazel-eyed vision locked straight to the ceiling...

"...tch...fool. Your...insipid blathering...betrays your actions. Vaunting me for my skills, immediately after proving them incapable of besting you." Gwendolyn flinched and gnashed her teeth from speaking those distasteful words, nothing having tasted quite as putrid as she loathed every second of admitting her failure. ".......Victory...is all one needs...as the worst we can ever be...is the best." Gwendolyn muttered out with as much authority she could muster given her disheveled state, just than beginning to sluggishly toss herself over to lay on her front with a pained wince as she struggled to shuffle up to her hands and knees. "This...is the credo, of the Bettencourt household. And I've no intention...of sullying my family lineage, by not using any and all means to achieve my ambitions..."