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

A ballerina's slender flexibility has benefits that extend well beyond what could be performed in a sequence of well-choreographed and elegant dance numbers, as Gwendolyn was currently demonstrating by extending her leg skyward until the treads of boots faced the ceiling before slamming her leg down upon the uncouth red-head's buoyant chest.

Though unlike a ballet, the heiress' performance was met with booing disdain rather than rousing applause. The dignified noblewomen taking the time to turn her nose upward in a snooty fashion and primp her golden ringlets with a snobbish smirk while continuing to straddle Chelsea's heaving chest. The referee slapping her hand against the canvas once more, and bringing the match closer to another successful title defense for the entitled bluebloods...

"Two!!"

The more prudent act of securely pinning the ill-tempered and uncivilized red-head did indeed come secondary to Gwendolyn as she struck her blue-blooded pose. Taking the opportunity to showcase her flawless grace and high-born beauty over her fallen adversary squirming beneath her for now coming as a higher priority for her until she was eventually jostled off of Chelsea by a concerted effort on her part. The heiress scoffed but was not altogether surprised from having her arrogant pin attempt being undone, though with Chelsea flipping over to lie on her stomach, Gwen's next maneuver became all too obvious.

The heiress would than attempt to snugly wrap her smooth thighs around Chelsea's head while propping herself on her side elbow. The pompous aristocrat smirking while applying her Royal Oppression finisher by tugging back on her ankle and straining her toned leg muscles, offering Chelsea a view of the sky above in the submission finisher that, when last utilized, rendered a certain blonde cowboy helpless before being lulled into a deep sleep.

"...*giggle*...To answer your question from earlier...Yes, I do believe defeating you will be an effortless task..."

The pin-stripped official diligently checked to see if Chelsea was on the verge of mumbling her submission, though Gwendolyn surmised that the uncivilized red-head would rather be lulled into a slumbering state of unconscious rather than verbally offer her surrender. Which was also a suitable result as far as the smug noblewoman was concerned, Gwendolyn flexing her taught thigh muscles in the elevated head-scissor in response to Chelsea's flailing tugs on her legs.

A futile attempt considering the strength hidden in Gwendolyn's toned legs, emphasized further by the snobbish heiress flicking her golden ringlets over her shoulder and smiling primly throughout her struggles. Cheering fans clapped and stomped the floor in unison to compel the fan favorite towards escaping the headscissors submission any way she could...with a concerted slog towards reaching the nearby bottom rope seemingly being the only ray of tangible hope she had...

Blind, simple, clueless luck was the only reason Gwendolyn was not on her way towards sipping a victorious glass of champagne amongst her fellow members of the social elite right about now. Instead she was being incessantly badgered to release her elevated headscissors by the pin-stripped official who eventually had to resort to threats of disqualification and a counting tally that made it up to "Four!!" before the heiress begrudgingly allowed her legs to slacken and release the fiery red-head. The smug blueblood not retreating without taking an exaggerated curtsy before the breathless red-head before her.

"Face-down in humble subjugation before those of a superior class~...Do remember this lesson the next time you mistakenly think yourself worthy of my time~..." Gwen pompously imparted with smug grin before turning her back to Chelsea and taking backpedaling away from her with an elegant stride to vitriolic boos, content that she had sufficiently made her snobbish point about the difference in her illustrious skill level from a commoner like her.

Minor missteps aside, Gwendolyn believed she had done splendidly in teaching this red-headed wastrel how effortlessly she could have vanquished Chelsea had the heiress taken this encounter serious in the slightest when they first stepped into the ring. Her smug pomposity on full display as she widely extended her arms to the side while bathing in the booing jeers of those uncivilized peasants merely resenting their own lowborn status in life...though her arrogant stride took a turn for the worst when two boots would end up ramming into her spine and sending her faceplanting into the canvas.

Dazed, grumbling, and knowing full well who she had to thank for the blindsiding assault, Gwendolyn began shuffling back to her hands and knees before the pointy end of Chelsea's elbow put a stop to that. The snooty noblewomen groaning loudly as she collapsed back down to the canvas, the jolting spike reverberating throughout her curvaceous, slackened frame her as her legs wound up bending up at the knees before flopping down. The heiress's soft cheek pressed against the canvas with one hand assigned to nursing her sore spine.