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

As Gwen spasmed in pain from the full weight of Chelsea crashing into her Chelsea felt she might actually get the pin here as Gwen was clearly left unable to properly defend herself or react. The pin reaching two gave her another bit of hope for Gwen showed she's far less easy to finish off as she forced her shoulder up. Chelsea didn't stop there though, letting out a sigh she grabbed around Gwen's head and tried to slowly force her up to her feet with a headlock to restrain her every step of the way.

"Youve been awfully silent for awhile now..well as far as forming actual sentences. Surely you have more to say Gwennie." Chelsea would say before she would try to get behind Gwen and lift her up to bring her down with a German suplex.

Equal parts her own imperial pride, and the jostling vibrations of the canvas felt beside her were what coaxed the rattled heiress to spring to life and jostle herself free of the pin attempt. Though it was that haughty pridefulness of hers that was having difficult coming to grips with how much of an accursed nuisance Chelsea was becoming for someone of her noble prestige. The pompous elite not having one second to compose herself before being ensnared in a tightly cinched in headlock, Chelsea's insufferable gloating still being heard despite the constriction between her bicep and the side of her ample chest.

Gwendolyn indignantly gritting her teeth as she reluctantly followed along with the tugging ascension with her hand patting against Chelsea's lower back as she was gradually raised to her feet and suddenly released. Though her sense of relief was short-lived when she felt Chelsea's arms tighten around her waist and breasts compressed against her back. One high-pitched yelp later the heiress found herself chucked overhead and slammed onto the back of her golden-curled head and shoulders, eyes sewn shut until she collapsed over herself in a groaning daze.

Those kind of power moves were never her go to thing but she also wanted to keep the focus on that back of her's both to assure that Gwen had a hard time fighting back and because it would make some of her moves easier to work with if Gwen's back was already hurt. Plus she got a chance to show off how much stronger she got by chucking the noble women back like that. Chelsea was taking her time with her attack closing in to stomp down on her once before before grabbing her hair and getting a grip on her head once again.

"Still feeling like this will be easy Gwen?" Chelsea pulled her into a headlock a second time with the turnbuckle behind them she had an idea for her. Looking to get a turn at her and then she would try and go for a running bulldog off of the turnbuckle before kicking off it to send her down to the mat.

With Chelsea's discombobulating suplex, and so far as the snobbish heiress had known, she had effectively been paid back for every duplicitous slight she had performed so far in this match, including suplexing Belinda from behind earlier on. As an ardent dispenser of German Suplexes herself, Gwendolyn did indeed take it as a personal offense to be dispensed one herself. Matters were swiftly devolving and spiraling out of control the longer Chelsea continued this humiliating and one-sided assault, the fiery red-head's stomp upon her spine eliciting a pained groan and a slight jolt to Gwen's motionless frame before being once more subjected to the same blasted headlock.

The frazzled heiress was mumbling incoherently into the side of Chelsea's chest and was seemingly completely limp in the snug constriction, collapsing to one knee several times as one arm half-heartedly wrapped around her foe's waist. Though no sooner did it appear as if Gwendolyn was utterly helpless in her opponent's hands...did she spring to life and reaffirm that grip around Chelsea's waist and her other hand clenching the back of the red-head's thigh. Her pearly whites snarling as she bent her knees, strained her toned leg muscles, and arched her limber spine backward for an attempted backdrop suplex that would have the back of Chelsea's upper spine slammed ruthlessly into the top turnbuckle.

If things continued down the path they were heading Chelsea could probably seriously put Gwendolyn away in a few minutes. Making sure she had no chance to offer much in terms of protest Chelsea intended to leave both members of Imperial Order embarrassed by the Blazzing Blizzard. Though as she went to turn and set up her next move Gwen suddenly lifted her up in the air! Sending her over her and back first onto the turnbuckle.

"Haaggh!" Chelsea screamed her body awkwardly folding over the turnbuckle. Padded or not it sent a wave of pain through her back alberore she clumsily fell backwards and plopped back into the mat groaning from the odd sensation of numbness and pain she was feeling after the impact.

As rattled and in dire straits as Gwendolyn was, the battered heiress could still recognize an opportunity when she saw one. And Chelsea was not the only one who noticed that the corner turnbuckle was only a few feet behind them. Some feigned helplessness serving to deceive Chelsea and allow Gwendolyn ample time to recuperate enough to perfectly position herself and summon the strength to pull off her backwards falling suplex. The sickening impact startling the audience as Gwendolyn collapsed herself immediately afterward, flinching and wheezing lightly as she began to lethargically rise back to her feet. A wincing scowl on her elegant visage as she approached the agonized red-head.

"...*pant*...Congratulations...You've officially convinced me to start actually taking you seriously..." Gwendolyn snarled out before taking a tugging handful of Chelsea's hair to lift and shove her into the turnbuckle in a seated position. Both of her hands than clamping onto the nearby top rope as the embattled socialite proceeded to rain down seemingly endless stomps upon Chelsea. Culminating with her grasping onto both top ropes and climbing to the middle ropes before leaping off of them to slam her backside and hips upon Chelsea's chest before finally being ushered away from the red-head by the referee.

Her back felt all kinds of twisted as it tightened up in pain. she could Imagine how much worse that would have felt if she hadn't landed on the padded part if it. Gwen seemed to hover angry, not cocky like she thought she would but actually angry, declaring she was done overlooking her. She could probably consider that a win if it didn't also follow with her being propped up against the turnbuckle and slammed repeatedly with her opponent's boot.

"Affg! Ugh! Ngghh!" Chelsea groaned coughing as she was unable to mount much of a defense agaisnt Gwen's repeated attacks. Though the girl certainly did her part in keeping it up striking her with one shot after the other despite her best efforts as Chelsea won felt the final strike with Gwen using the rooesnto take to the air and try to flatten her chest! "Haaaaggh!!" Chelsea groaned coughing and bringing her hands to her chest as she remained in the corner, clearly in complete pain.

Being in the vicinity of the ropes meant that the referee was legally obliged to intervene between the two, otherwise the bitter heiress would have continued acquainting Chelsea with the underside of her marble white boots. Gwendolyn huffing in frustration as she backpedaled several steps to placate the pin-stripped official, but once allowed Gwen would stomp back to the cornered red-head who was still rasping and coughing from having her chest stomped in.

Chelsea was due all manner of retributions for subjecting the snobbish noblewoman to such a degrading assault, but rather than continue her stomping ways, Gwendolyn would step over the seated red-head and climb the top turnbuckle behind her. Once seated on the top padding, Gwen would reach down for a hair-pulling handful of Chelsea's crimson locks and tug her upward before applying a dragon sleeper underneath her arm. A choking constriction that the referee was already barking at her to release, which Gwen would...by propelling herself off of the top turnbuckle and flipping in midair to land splayed out on her back with Chelsea's chin taking the brunt of the impact off of Gwen's shoulder in her diving somersault facelock jawbreaker.

Whatever she was planning next Chelsea had no idea what it would be. Though she knew that for now she simply had to stay there and try to recover as her chest felt like it had been trampled by wild animals. Heaving and trying as Gwen neared Chelsea kicked her leg out to try as hit her but met nothing but air as Gwen had gone over her to reach the turnbuckle and lifted her up before locking her in the dragon sleeper. Chelsea muttered and weakly tried to force her off of her before Gwendolyn jumped in the air bringing them both down to the mat with a very unorthodox move.

"Fgghh!" Chelsea felt her jaw meet the mat under Gwen's shoulder first. The move flattened her face and chest as she bounced off the mat following the impact and a war of spit flew from her lips as she dropped to the mat once more her hand going to her chin.

Gwendolyn's flair for improvisation bringing her a few curious glances from audience members not quite piecing together what she had in mind as she applied the dragon sleeper in a position she would eventually have to abandon regardless. Her sinister machinations only coming to light when she was already airborne, flipping herself over to slam onto her back but have Chelsea be the one taking the worst of the topsy-turvy jawbreaker that had her bouncing off to the side from the recoil.

The impact from the elaborate maneuver reignited some lingering aches and pains in Gwen's spine, but not enough to wipe away the sinister smirk on her face as flipped herself over and gradually arose once more, tauntingly flicking some non-existent dust off of her shoulder from where Chelsea made her jaw-busting impact.

"The reason why I stayed my tongue earlier was quite simple...you merely weren't worth the breaths taken, my dear. And what's more, I intended for my actions to speak in their place." The smug noblewomen uttered while fluffing up her golden ringlets as she elegantly waltzed around Chelsea with a fresh stomp to kick her over until she was splayed out on her back. Gwendolyn than extending her leg excruciatingly high into the air before attempting to come down upon Chelsea with a split-legged leg drop, the heiress maintaining her flexible split-legged position upon the downed red-head for an accompanying pin attempt whilst seated atop her ample chest.