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

Chelsea hasn't been on the floor too long after Akiha knocked her off. About a minute or two she laid there to make sure she was okay before stepping up and getting to her corner again cheering Belinda on as she battled with her rival and lover. The two couldn't seem to control the scene for too long either as they both ended up hobbling to there respective corners. Chelsea was ready though her hand extended in an effort to get ahold of Belinda's fingertips and let her cut loose in this match where she so desperately wanted to take Gwen's head off. Once Belinda tagged her in she was off!

"Finally!!" Chelsea said jumping over the top rope and trying to run right after where Gwen is. Like a berserker her arm came out as if she was going to clothesline the rich brat. Hoping her speed and rage would let her catch Gwendolyn unaware.

The nonchalant indifference Gwendolyn fostered towards the Blazing Duo was supremely evident throughout her carefree mannerisms and smug smirk as she peaceably entered the ring with nary a hint of urgency. Her blasé attitude being in stark contrast to the rampaging fury bee-lining it straight towards her. While Gwendolyn would have much rather preferred a battered and helpless Northman as her opponent, the heiress clearly had no say in the matter now that Chelsea was sprinting towards her with a cocked back arm.

*Hmph...simple enough~..." Gwendolyn strode towards the enraged red-head a few steps before she would unexpectedly stand her ground with her arms to her side and a slightly crouched posture. None in the audience making sense of the heiress plan until right before Chelsea's clothesline would have mowed her down, Gwen would arch herself backward until the palms of her hands touched the canvas. Her matrix-esque evasion of the clothesline starling some in attendance before Gwen nimbly shoved herself forward until she was back on her feet. The Imperial Noblewoman taking time for an exaggerated curtsy towards the booing crowd before turning back to face Chelsea with a flick of her golden ringlets...

In Chelsea's rage she certainly didn't care if this hit or not but she was a bit peaked by Gwen's indifference to the whole thing. Regardless as he came in she hoped to take the noblewomen' head off only for Gwen to avoid the move by bending backwards to avoid the hit as Chelsea soared past her and towards her corner instead. Still the corner was something she could work with.

Rather then full on stop and try to turn around Chelsea jumped up and brought her feet to the top rope. And only after bouncing on them for a second she leaped off once more to try and come back at Gwen with a moonsault. Hoping the situation would be enough to both surprise her for and get a solid hit in one breath.

The carefree passivity in Gwendolyn's demeanor stemmed from her words given during their Creme De La Creme promo, wherein she still regarded the Blazing companions as a sub-par replacement for a suitable challenge to their illustrious championship belts. Hence why she performed such an elaborate evasion as supposed to one far more practical...and one that would not leave her so obviously open to a reprisal. The heiress' show-offish exhibition of her limber flexibility and subsequent bow to the audience ending with her turning to face Chelsea with a smug smirk for what she intended to be witty banter...

"Certainly you've more to offer than-..."

...but would instead be greeted with the fiery red-head in mid-flight, her hazel-eyes widening before the full force of Chelsea's weight would knock her off her feet to a ring-shaking collision. Grimacing with a pained groaned with the infuriated-red-head weighing her down in the middle of the ring, the rattled heiress would shuffle meekly beneath Chelsea before given the freedom of movement to at least shift over to her side...

For a moment she thought she heard Gwen speak but that ended up costing her. Since she was too busy trying to show off Chelsea got the advantage and came down on the unsuspecting champ with a loud thud! Chelsea landed on the girl as she met the full brunt of the mat for the both of them. That was enough for now as Chelsea got ahold of her hair and yanked on it while she put a knee on her back to make sure Gwen didn't go anywhere.

"Sorry were you saying something? I couldn't here it over th sound of you eating the mat!" Chelsea taunted pulling on her hair again before she brought her knee up and then proceeded to slam it into her back once more before throwing her head back on the mat and standing up. Waiting for her to rise up to her knees before she kept going.

A moment's hesitation to exchange what Gwen expected would be witty repartee was regrettably, not rewarded as she had intended. Her smarmy braggadocio being retorted not with civilized dialogue, but with Chelsea's slim abdomen being slammed into her face along with the rest of the red-head's weight plummeting upon her. Being rattled and winded from the high-flying acrobatics that still had the ring-ropes jostling, Gwen shuffled over to her side in a lingering daze before having her golden ringlets tugged on with Chelsea's knee digging into her back.

The pangs of agony centered on her lower back and scalp having the pompous aristocrat sporting a flinching scowl on her elegant visage that only darkened further from Chelsea's mocking words. Any retort Gwen could have mustered being snuffed out by that elegant face being plastered into the mat alongside a spiking knee drop into her curved spine, her head bouncing up and her legs bucking up at the knees from both impacts. The heiress taking her time shuffling back up to her knees afterwards at a lethargic pace, grimacing under one hand covering her face with the other hand massaging her lower spine.

That was easily the most my mundanely satisfying thing she had ever done. Such a simple move but on Gwen it felt like she had already won a title. Which would make actually winning the title that much sweeter since it would also be at this women's expense. Standing up and basically waiting to bounce on Gwen as she rode up to her knees, Chelsea greeted the girl with a solid kick to the gut!

"That's for Amy!" Chelsea said pulling back before throwing a second kick this one aimed at Gwen's chest. "Thats for the cheap shots you threw at Belinda!" Chelsea then back up a bit lining up her last shot. "And this last ones cause I really really want too." Chelsea said swinging her leg up and trying to take Gwen's head off her shoulder with a big kick.

Chelsea's sentiments of supreme satisfaction at the heiress' expense were shared by nigh everyone in attendance as their booming cheers grew more thunderous with every connecting strike to the reviled noblewoman who never missed an opportunity to to degrade the lower class and flaunt her upper-class prestige. And who would just than be shuffling back to her knees before being rewarded for her efforts with a booted punt straight to her slim abdomen.

"OOPGH!!" Gwendolyn heaved out the air in her lungs with puffed out cheeks and widened eyes, huddling over herself while cradling her tenderized midsection before her generous chest received the same thunderous treatment. Her aristocratic rack wobbling slightly from the second intensified kick that echoed to the rafters and sent the heiress teetering back before she slumped forward once more.

The battered heiress mumbling incoherently with her eyes half-lidded, arms dangling meekly at her sides, and clearly in a defenseless haze before the final exclamation point walloped her right in her smug visage. A bit of spittle sent flying as Gwen's golden-curled head whipped back before the rest of her immediately followed, the reviled aristocrat flopping backward in a splayed out stupor with throngs of fans sharing their stadium shaking support.

Riding some momentum and with basically the whole arena behind her Chelsea connected with her kicks making a sound that vibrated all around. Even still Chelsea didn't stop. Instead offering a small curtesy of her own before turning and boucning off the ropes. Running towards Gwen once more she would do a cartwheel before jumping in the air and looking to come down on top of Gwen with a body splash:

"Eat this!" Chelsea would scream shortly before impact. If it connected she would then try and got for a quick pin hoping the surprise either caught her off guard or made her expend energy trying to kick out.

Perhaps now appreciating the inherent merits of not underestimating one's opponent's, Gwendolyn stirred miserably after having paid for her numerous transgressions against Chelsea one agonizing kick at a time. Even with Chesea's mocking imitation curtsy and cartwheeling theatrics, being short of breath and in a bewildered daze didn't leave Gwen capable of evading or generally defending herself from the momentum fueled splash.

Gwendolyn buckled with a jolting spasm to her limbs from the slamming compression of Chelsea's midsection against her own, wincing sharply as the fiery red-head remained right where she landed with a pin attempt as the perfect topping from her running roughshod over the entitled socialite. The pin-stripped official sliding next to them with her arm raised high...

"One!"

"Two-"

...with a jostling shake interrupting the referee right at the two count, Gwendolyn emphatically shifting over on her side with her arm extended outward.