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

Chelsea had take the bitch down just as quickly as she set herself up to be on top of the world and she wasn't the only one with a submission or two to show off if she was so inclined to do so. Grabbing her head and tossing it into the canvas a few times for the sake of it. Hoping to rattle her Chelsea would try and extend out one of Gwen's arms so she could properly hook it with her own leg before trying to lock her hands around Gwen's face to trap her in the Chelsea Crossface!

"Thought you had me with your fucking legs didn't you!? Well guess what, This commoner knows how to handle thighs so let's see how you handle your head meeting your spine!" Chelsea said trying to pull back on her head as much as possible while keeping a secure lock on her arm with her legs. While a painful hold Chelsea isn't really do a whole lot to gwen to see a two out anytime soon though judging by the look on her face, the name of the game was pain here, and causing lots of it.

Honorable combat seemed to be completely lost on these two blazing miscreants. This now being the second time Gwendolyn had to withstand blindsiding attacks from the fiery red-head while the heiress was in mid-sentence or was clearly preoccupied. No sooner was the pompous aristocrat about to turn back around and formally address Chelsea than the opportunistic vermin walloped her from behind and compounded upon her aching misery with several jarring head slams into the canvas before she finally relented. Gwendolyn mumbled incoherently with warbled senses that would suddenly become razor sharp once more when she felt her arm extended to her side, slotted between Chelsea's legs, and her hands interlocked in front of Gwen's scrunching face.

“RRRRGHMMMPH!!!” Gwen's snarling cries were muffled out from behind Chelsea's hands as the heiress instinctively started moving a hand upward to paw and scratch at Chelsea's grip. The referee steadfastly knelt beside Gwen to insistently ask for her submission, to which the heiress couldn't even fathom. The horrid pressure to her neck and spine coaxing an adrenalinzed crawl towards the bottom rope...

Chelsea was having too much fun bending that neck of Gwen's with no remorse or signs of relenting. Hell Gwen's screams however muffled left Chelsea with a smile that was a little too pleased with the pain she was chasing as her usual laid back demeanor was gone in favor of someone out to hurt someone else. Thankfully for the fans that someone was Gwendolyn so any concern they had for this was drowned out by the sight of the aristocrat writhing on the mats.

"Yeah that's it your almost there! Keep crawling like a peasant or you can just tap. That works for me too." Chelsea said, seeking to make her hold worse as time went on, she had never felt this angry at one specific person but it seemed Gwen was just a natural at rubbing people the wrong way that's it brought out the worst of the redhead looking st her hand and trying to see if she could make Gwen tap before she reached them.

Vengeful wrath appeared to be the prime motivator behind what was becoming an increasingly unsightly application of the head wrenching submission. This was a...horrendously painful realization that gave the frazzled heiress cause for concern as to whether this reprehensible harlot would even adhere to the rules of the match and undo her submission should she eventually reach the bottom rope at the end of this long, arduous, and plotting crawl to salvation...

Gwendolyn's scrunching face screamed shrilly into the muffling hands interlocked tightly across her prim visage, her free hand extended outward in the direction of the bottom rope in a clawed grasp that was a blatant representation of the searing agony coursing throughout her neck and spine. The stamping of the toes of her boot against the canvas luckily not counting as the tap out the referee was steadfastly looking for. Revitalized energy from the crowd bringing them to their feet in cheering anticipation for the red-head's imminent submission win. But a shifting crawl, a stubbornly imperial pride, and a seething hatred saw Gwendolyn through to grasp the bottom rope. Clenching onto it for dear life with the referee now badgering Chelsea for once.

Chelsea felt Gwendolyn's desperate struggle for the ropes. The women trying to endure despite just about everyone in this crowd wanting to see her tap the hell out. Chelsea the biggest fan of this sides as she basically tried to basically send her head head as far back as she could and bend that head and neck as much as she could before she found the ropes. Though Gwen didn't exactly let go immediately when she had her, so she certainly couldn't expect Chelsea to find it in her to let go before then.

Holding her there as the ref counted to four Chelsea squeezed once more and finally let go of Gwen pushing her head down before standing up. Her face looked calmer but the anger she felt hadn't gone away, even the ref could still feel it as she grabbed the women's face turned her towards her and straight up slapped Gwen across the face.

In an apropos example of being dealt her own well-justified comeuppance, Gwendolyn was shown the same mercy she had offered Chelsea when they're respective roles were reversed mere moments ago. That is to say, little if any. The reviled high-born enduring four more neck contorting seconds of this blasted submission before being set free. Breathing a deep sigh of relief as she hung her golden-curled head low while massaging the back of her neck with her other hand. Having the limber flexibility that only a lifetime of ballet can afford oneself did help her to mitigate the damage, but Gwendolyn was considerably starting to be worn thin by the vengeance fueled red-head.

Having scant few seconds to steadily arise to her own feet, Gwendolyn felt the same rage radiating from behind her that the referee felt. The heiress forced to turn in place and face the spiteful nuisance in panting exhaustion...but would catch Chelsea's hand attempting to slap her, and dig the finger nails of her other hand into Chelsea's eyes before viciously scratching them to the side in a blistering eye-rake.

As she let go of the submission hold she made sure that she had pulled on the thing as far as she could before she let go. Knowing that she had done some damage she had to take that ounce of enjoyment, but it wasn't enough. Grabbing Gwendolyn she pulled her up with the intent to do so much more but before she could get started the Royal brat went for her eyes.

"Aahhggh!" Chelsea screamed taking a step back and trying to reach for her eyes in a knee jerk reaction to protect them from Gwen's cheap trick.

If the red-headed spitfire wasn't already blinded enough by her own fuming rage and thirst for vengeance, it was safe to say she was now. Both in the figurative, and quite literal sense as Gwendolyn viciously raked her crimson eyes after blocking the open-handed slap attempt. Chelsea perhaps now knowing better about the dangers in cornering your prey and approaching with wild abandon and little thought to what their dangerous reprisal could be.

Gwendolyn immediately leaned back against the ropes for the briefest of reprieves whilst rubbing the kinks out of her neck, the booing crowd venting their resentment as the heiress examined Chelsea until it looked she was beginning to regain her faculties. The posh noblewomen suddenly would go bouncing off the ropes with a spiteful scowl to attempt to clamp onto her crimson locks, and drop onto her backside with her legs spread out for an attempted sit-out facebuster.

Chelsea's she was blinking fast, she felt like she had someone jam a piece of wood in her eye. And to make matters worse she couldnalmost hear Gwen coming in ready to attack again. Key word being almost and even what she did hear didn't tell her what came next as the two of them met and Gwen quickly attacked by grabbing her and bringing her in for a face buster to the floor.

"Ppuggh!" Chelsea screamed as her head hit the mat and bounced upward as she dropped to the door holding her head. Rolling away from Gwen as she tried to recover as quickly as possible.

Capitalizing on a blinded foe who quite clearly couldn't defend herself, Gwendolyn opted to bring the fight right back to this contemptuous philistine by grasping her crimson locks and reacquainting her lowborn face with the canvas. The heiress nimbly rolling backwards and rising once more to her feet, taking the time to approach Chelsea who was currently tumbling and rolling away in the opposite direction.

"Tch...And you were speaking so highly of yourself. But do tell me, how did I handle my head meeting my spine, you feckless peasant..." Gwendolyn snarled right into Chelsea's face right after hauling her back to her feet by her hair, than pushing her into the ropes behind her before attempting to sling her across the ring by her arm in an Irish Whip.