SS 18 Tag Team Titles: Imperial Order (c) vs Blazing Blizzard

Sprawled out on her back with her squinting vision directed upwards, Gwendolyn was beginning to feel both the pressure to reverse the southward direction this match has taken, and the constricting pressure of Belinda's thighs baring down on her neck. The heiress' scrambling efforts to outreach her own stretching leg towards the general vicinity of the bottom rope eventually bearing fruit once her ankle managed to extend beneath the bottom tether. Belinda taking the high road of steadfastly releasing the submission at the referee's first request, when neither the pretentious heiress' would have been so noble.

Gwendolyn slumped back down to the mat with a raspy inflection to her breathing before she devoted the remainder of her energy and her newfound freedom into rolling herself out of the ring. The heiress now standing upright with a hand across her throat as she took several deep breaths while taking a nonchalant waltz around the ring. Ringside fans airing their booing objections to Gwendolyn disrupting the flow of the match...to which she responded with an emphatic rolling of her eyes and valley girl-esque scoff. Turning her nose up disdainfully towards whatever these unwashed peasants thought.

Belinda would bend forward a little and place her hands on her knees, watching and waiting for the busty blond to get up towards her feet. Though it looked as if Gwendolyn wasn't looking to continue their fight in the ring, as she instead slipped out and sough refuge outside of the squared circle.

The Swede would shake her head and wait a moment or two, before she would finally try and slip out of the ring and chase after Gwendolyn, looking to take a hold of the fellow blond by her shoulder and spin her around to face her, before the Swedish fighter would try and throw a hard right armed forearm strike to the woman's face!

Gwendolyn wisely took this opportunity to separate herself from the action and allow herself time to rest, recoup, and re-assess a new strategy towards handling this rambunctious Swede. Matters were degrading far faster that she appreciated, the prim noblewomen taking the time to stretch out her spine and get the kinks out of her neck...but also behave like the prim bluenose she was, namely by primping up her golden-ringlet's and checking to make sure her finger-nails were unblemished. Her demure tidiness riling up the fans at ringside and evidently the Swede herself, who would come dashing straight towards the pompous noblewoman before spinning her in place and clocking her with a clubbing forearm strike!!

Knocked back towards the ring in a swirling daze, Gwendolyn leaned heavily against the apron before reflexively rolling herself back inside underneath the bottom rope to prop herself on her knees and hunched over in groaning exhaustion. Cheering fans at ringside applauding Belinda's actions...though once the fan-favorite Swede would climb on top pf the apron, Gwen would dash up and knee her opponent in the abdomen to arch her over. A primed position for the imperial high-born to snag Belinda's head in a front headlock and tug her into the ring until her ankles rested on the middle rope for an attempted draping DDT!!!

Driving her forearm into Gwendolyn's face which sent the beautiful aristocrat stumbling backwards towards the apron, which she quickly rolled into. Belinda clicked her tongue a bit in annoyance but she had to follow after and keep the momentum going or else things wouldn't stay in the favor of Blazing Blizzard. She came up and started the climb the apron, just about to get into the ring through the middle and top ropes.

Yet, before she was able to do so, Gwendolyn quickly rushed up towards her and drove her knee into Belinda's abdomen, " uugh!" the Swede grunted out as she was forced to hunch forward in between the top and middle ropes, wrapping one arm around her stomach as her other hand would hold onto the top ropes to prevent herself from falling face first into the ring. Left open, Gwendolyn was quick to take advantage of it, as she took a hold of the Swede's head and pulled her into that side headlock, pulling her up so that her legs were hanging by the middle ropes, completely suspended up off of a solid footing, before she was brought head first into the canvas with that draping DDT!

"Nngh!" Belinda gasped out upon impact as her arms went wide, one draped over Gwendolyn's midsection and the other against the canvas, one foot still hooked up against the middle ropes as the other had fallen down onto the canvas, bent at the knee.

Not being given the well-justified time to reclaim her imperial gait and for her brief beautification techniques was simply an uncouth gesture, and one that Gwendolyn did not respond favorably to after having been walloped by the stiff forearm cross. The exhaustive stresses of the match visibly taking it's toll on the haughty blueblood as she lethargically rolled herself back inside the ring in her continuing attempts to distance herself from the energetic Swede having had time to rest on the ring apron while Gwen was dueling with Chelsea. The heiress shuffling up to her knees to the strain of her fatigued muscles, barely capable of having the wherewithal and energy to spot her opening and leap into action once Belinda had climbed herself upon the apron

A swift punt to Belinda's gut and subsequent draping DDT halting the match's momentum in place, all to the wincing displeasure of the audience who felt this was Blazing Blizzard's closest opportunity towards freeing the tag belt's of the Imperial Order's royal clutches. Gwendolyn herself wearily ascending back to her feet while snatching the Swede upward herself, clamping onto her hair to escort Belinda back to I.O.'s corner. "Tch...Enough games. Let us dispose of this wastrel so that we may wash our hands of this entire affair." Gwendolyn bitterly muttered while reaching over to tag in her crimson-haired compatriot, than positioning herself behind Belinda in a firm waistlock. All in preparation to perform her half of their tag-finisher, Beau Monde~...

Akiha had been given some time to recover from the attacks she had taken from earlier in the match. Though things finally seemed to be going well, now with Belinda in Imperial Order corner as Gwendolyn managed to perform an impressive reversal. It was kind of a trademark of Imperial Order, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. The crimson hair wrestler was also eager to get back in the match and get some payback on her arch-rival, she did have a score to settle with her blond opponent.

Hearing Gwendolyn words Akiha would nod her head. “My pleasure Madam Gwendolyn. As the commoners say, let us take out the trash.” stated Akiha as she would then tag her blond partner hand and get into the match. Having Gwendolyn set up, Akiha would enter the ring and then take a step forward and attempt to deliver a superkick right into the jaw of the young Northman.

Belinda groaned as she was pulled to her feet by Gwendolyn, by her hair up towards the corner as Gwendolyn would tag in the redhead, Akiha Kosha. She then felt how Gwendolyn positioned herself right behind the Swede, wrapping her arms around her waist and hugging her close, feeling those generous orbs push against her back as her rear would press against Gwendolyn's groin.

The Swede would shake her head a little as she heard Akiha's words, gritting her teeth as she would wait...for the final moment, seeing Akiha prepare that leg of hers, Belinda would try and move her hands to grab at Gwendolyn's hands, trying to break that waist lock and attempt to duck down out of the way, in the process pulling Gwen forward a bit, trying to have Akiha's super kick smack into the Imperial Roses head!

Gwendolyn's irritation now palpable in her smug tone of voice as she handily tagged in her fellow blueblood before going into position. Both Belinda and that rampaging red-head of a partner proving themselves to be continuously irksome thorns in her side who needed to be reminded of their low-born lot in life, and be dealt the definitive finishing blow by those of a vastly more superior lineage. Gwendolyn reaffirming her hugging constriction from behind with the heavenly softness of her royal breasts pressing against Belinda's spine, the heiress smirking primly while waiting for the telltale smacking sou-...

*POW!!*

Resplendent bells rang a magnificent melody in Gwen's blanked mind after having her prim and proper chin rocked, a faint trace of spittle directed upward as her timbering and sweat-sheened frame slumped back against the canvas. Her hazel eyes sewn shut with her limbs splayed out and the faint heaving motions of her chest being the only tangible movement one could notice from her. Stinging discomfort in her jaw...and the audience's raucous cheers being the only two vastly different sensations she could parse out at the moment...

Belinda was now perfectly setup and Akiha would take a step forward and launch her leg right up towards the Swedish wrestler Jaw. A large smack noise would be heard as the crimson hair wrestler foot connected with a chin, just not the one she had intended to hit. Her eyes would then widen as she saw Gwendolyn fall down to the ground but she would then shift her attention back to Belinda. She would not concern herself at the moment with her partner failure at keeping the Swedish wrestler contained. Her blonde partner had chosen the time, the move and position of the move, so all the blame fell on her.

Moving in quickly, Akiha didn’t want to give her arch-rival a chance to make a move. Taking a step to close the distance, she would then try to knee the blond foreign wrestler right in the gut, hoping to take the wind out of her. If the attack worked, she would then raise her other leg up, bringing it up in the air before then sending it crashing down right on top of the younger Northman back.

Belinda smirked as she managed to get Gwendolyn to eat a faceful of Akiha's white boot. She was quick to try and rise up towards a full stand but to her surprise she would see her redheaded rival move up towards her and drive her knee up into the Swede's gut.

The knee caused Belinda to gasp out, a few drops of spittle leaving her mouth along with a rush of air from her lungs. Left coughing as she would look up at Akiha from her doubled over position. She would see her rival raise that leg of hers....before sending it crashing down right onto the Swede's back. Slamming the the back of her leg into Belinda's back and dropping the blond down onto her hands and knees.