Asuka Kotori vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt: III - Mad Mud Match

Mad Mud Match: Normal ring at beach side with raised edges so to keep it filled with mud above ankle level.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or K.O.
Attires: Bikinis


Never let it be said that Gwendolyn was never one to make idle declarations when she felt her imperial pride was dependent on it. Even after so much had transpired in her prestigious wrestling career to vault her concerns beyond such trivial pursuits...certain nagging notions refused to silence themselves. Unresolved conflicts that needed to be summarily expunged lest they sully her illustrious championship history within this uncultured band of philistines, other wise known as her fellow competitors. One such issue being her blazing and inflamed desire to settle the endless waltz that had become her rivalry with the supermodel...and in Gwen's opinion sub-par bellhop, Asuka Kotori. The individual who was the first fellow wrestler she had encountered since joining AFW's ranks, and was insistently obstinate in refusing to accept her vast wrestling inferiority when compared to the heiress. A claim that Gwen herself knew she had to work harder to prove now that their record was even...

Hence why she campaigned for one impromptu match weeks before departing for SummerSplash, pulling the numerous strings at her disposal to accommodate a solo match out of the blue...that was until, AFW proposed this one specific match-type that would immediately agree upon and put their resources into setting up. Gwendolyn's agent's and representatives were quick to immediately air there objections...until the golden-curled heiress soundly agreed and stormed off, shocking everyone in the boardroom she had left behind. The ludicrous venue was unimportant in the grand scheme of  things, as long as she was granted this opportunity in vanquishing her first ever competitive rival. What's more their were..other reasons, for bringing this trilogy to it's ultimate...muddy...and decidedly lewd conclusion...

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The shimmering sunlight on the Odaiba beach brought a heated radiance to the numerous beachside activities occurring that day. Though none had garnered as much rowdy attention as the well-constructed wrestling ring, wooden stage and ramp that were surrounded on all sides by clamoring frat-boys, muscle-heads, and various undignified "beach bums". Their raucous cheers only heightening in deafening volume when the heiress' snobbish theme began playing from the booming speakers, Gwendolyn dramatically brushing aside the curtain to start purposefully striding down the ramp. A determined look in her eyes that would be largely noticed since most people were drawn to the two piece bikini that clung tightly to the shapely curves of her voluptuous aristocratic figure. A slight bounce to both her generous bosom and her golden ringlets as she marched onward towards the ring, stepping through the ropes into the unexpectedly chilled mud that she waded through to the center of the ring. Arms folded with a snobbish glare directed straight ahead and towards the stage she had just come through...

Spoiler:

Asuka wasn't exactly happy with the venue of this match, a beach match was fine, but did it have to be a damn mud match?!She was going to wring Gwendolyn's ear for that, not that she minded the idea of rolling around and beating Gwendolyn in a mud match, but she didn't mind beating Gwendolyn in any kind of match. She shook her head a little as she stood behind the curtain, dressed in her lovely red bikini as the lovely blond was waiting in the center of the mud pit ring.

After a few moments, Asuka's theme would play out over the speakers and with it the raven haired twin tailed girl would step out of the curtains, she'd place her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side almost by simple nature, because she was used to do it as a model. She would walk along the walkway down towards the ring. Keeping her eyes fixed at the blond buxom rival of hers. 

She'd get into the ring, her feet stepping into the wet and rather cool mud as she would slog her way through it straight up into the face of Gwendolyn, her less generous chest pressing up against Gwendolyn's as she would get in the face of her rival. She would bring her hand up towards Gwendolyn's ear and literally take a hold of it and try and wring that ear around. 

" A mud match! Really Gwen?! Couldn't wait a week or two longer for them to accept any other form of match?" She chastised her rival as she would then release that ear and place her hands on her hips. " bah! It's whatever. I hope you're ready to suffer another defeat." Asuka said as she would flash a grin towards her blond rival, giving Gwendolyn a little teasing wink of her eye.

Equal parts evocative nostalgia and competitive zeal accompanied Asuka's entrance as the prideful noblewoman kept her hazel-eyed attention centered on the pig-tailed model sashaying her way down the wooden ramp. Hardly a surprise considering the storied history the two had trail-blazed over time, a truly monumental rivalry that Gwendolyn may have perhaps been building up in her head as something more grandiose than it actually was. But nevertheless one she was intently looking forward to culminating even if it meant slogging through ankle high mud to accomplish.

Gwendolyn remaining unflinching and undeterred in her imperial ambition, even when her fated rival would enter the ring and bump chests with the far more well-endowed aristocrat. A haughty smirk forming on her smug visage from imagining the sight of her fallen adversary face-down in the mud with her elegant foot gleefully twisting her facial features further into the muddied sludge. An aristocrat of her noble birth always relished opportunities such as these, one where she could establish her imperial dominance and vanquish her sworn foe in glorious-

"WAH!!!! Owowowowo..."

Whatever grandiose notions Gwen had in mind wouldn't withstand the sudden reprimanding yank of her ear, the heiress arching over herself with a cartoonish flail of her arms as she winced and squirmed until thankfully freed!!! A pouting scowl on her face as she stepped back to massage her sore earlobe from one nostalgic callback Gwendolyn could have gone without, Asuka's aptitude for ear-pulling apparently not changing one blasted iota. Though...she could now begrudgingly admit that she may have been a tad hasty in agreeing to such a lewd match type. The heiress nevertheless regained her composure, and for some reason was not particularly irate with Asuka after catching her grinning wink and noticeably lightening up.

"Hmph...I prepare for all eventualities Madam Kotori, save for that one considering how horribly infrequent it occurs~..." Gwen elegantly uttered with flourishing flick of her golden ringlets off of her shoulder, than resting her elbow in the palm of her other hand as her dainty fingers touched her cheek. "And a fresh splattering of mud upon those tacky garbs and uncivilized face of yours would actually be quite the improvement~..." Gwen teased with a grin to match Asuka's...

Asuka would watch as Gwendolyn in a rather comical manner flailed around from the ear tugging, it seemed the only way to effectively snap Gwendolyn out of her grandiose attitude towards the world and bring her down to earth even if it was just a little bit. The aristocrats head was still soaring above the clouds. Still, bring her down so she didn't float into the stratosphere seemed to be the job of Asuka from time to time. 

She would watch as Gwendolyn straightened up and didn't really retaliate, apparently the blond had mellowed out a bit as well. That was good, the raven haired woman would flick her hair back over her shoulder as she listened onto the words of the lovely blond in front of her. 

" No way, You're the one who's gonna be eating mud. Miss Piggy." Asuka teased Gwendolyn as she would give a light-hearted yet teasing tug on the ringlets of Gwendolyn. "You didn't think it would slip past me, miss sausage curls, that you picked a mud match. It seemed like something that is more fit for you than me, after all. A pig in mud~" Asuka teased as she would then take a step back, a cocky little smile on her face as she would raise her arms. 

" Well, let's just put it this way Gwendolyn. I'll defeat you tonight, and just like last time. No hard feelings, kay?" Asuka said as she would raise her arms for a lock up and then gesture for the buxom blond to ready up and come at her the second the bell started.

Rather than react with her prototypical pampered outrage from having her sensitive earlobe strained in so brutish a manner, for some as of yet indescribable reason, Gwendolyn was uncharacteristically...pleased, and oddly content. Her main motivation in reigning victorious over Asuka this day remained rigid and unwavering of course, but for now she simply appreciated being in one of her pig-tailed rival's presence. A rather odd juxtaposition considering how contentious their rivalry they had become over time and how bitter their feuding had devolved to at one point.

Gwendolyn's odd behavior was evidenced even further by the heiress not even reacting with snooty indignation from Asuka's pig-laden teasing.. Instead the heiress remained unfazed and only nonchalantly smirked from hearing those familiar jabs she had come to expect from her longtime rival. Only those who knew them well could ascertain that their traded barbs were, in actuality, thinly veiled camaraderie between old acquaintances pleased to see eachother after so long a time apart.

"Hmph...accomplish one miraculous victory, and you think yourself capable of effortlessly repeating the process. My apologies Madam Kotori, but allow me to educate you on the folly of such a flawed thought process~..." Gwendolyn smugly uttered while adopting her own grappling stance, her competitive smirk matching Asuka's in what was perhaps the first time she intended to have...fun, in one of her matches. The heiress accepting the lockup, but immediately attempting to transition it into a side-headlock by shifting to the side with a nuzzling constriction applied to Asuka's pig-tailed cranium.

Asuka and Gwendolyn has certainly mellowed a bit since their first two encounters or rather first three encounters, in their steel cage match things had become a bit more friendly and competitive as opposed to hateful, which seemed to be quite healthy for the pair. As neither of them seemed to keen on getting back into that style, they were both but a somewhat friendly duo who wanted to prove themselves as the better wrestler tongiht.

In this mud match of all things....Asuka raised her arms and got ready for that grappling she was going to do with the generously chested Gwendolyn, but as the Red Falcon and the Imperial Rose stepped forward and would attempt to lock horns against one another, they were caught in a rather surprising hold as it seemed as if the lock up was a ruse.

Asuka's head was pulled in right against the blond's side as her rival would push her face against one of those large breasts, pushing it right up against it and getting a slight blush on the face of Asuka. " Mmph..." the Japanese American would let out as she would grab at Gwen's hips and try and grab a hold of her s she was looking for a way to escape.

Having already suffered one humiliating defeat against her twin-tailed rival had, unexpectedly, added a bit of levity to their next encounter. Gwendolyn now not having her sole victory to lord over the model and no longer had that pedestal to exalt herself upon. As a result of her loss in their cage match, the heiress was now irrevocably seen on the same level as Asuka, which helped her see their third match as more of a contest between equal skilled rivals and companions...and not someone she previously deemed beneath her.

Transitioning from an attempted lock-up into a stifling side-headlock was done with a fluid motion and one that the posh noblewomen was was confident she could keep tightened and secured. Leading to both Gwendolyn getting a firm foothold in the matches' early goings, and the Red Falcon getting snugging faceful of the side of Gwen's heavenly soft chest.

"...*giggle*...Delighted to see some things never change~..." Gwen primly remarked in regards to Asuka always getting a faint blush when being pressed against her generous bosom in a side-headlock. The heiress giving a good squeeze before backpedaling until Asuka's butt pressed against one of the corner middle turnbuckles, than taking off in a brief sprint and sudden jump for an attempted running bulldog into the ankle deep sludge below.

Asuka had a fair share of respect for Gwendolyn's talents in the ring, she hadn't been an Entropy Champion for nothing nor the current Tag Champion for nothing either. Not only that but in their two matches and their short spar, they had been pretty much on par with one another, so for all that either of them would boast and claim, they were fairly evenly matched, though now it was time to see just who could end their current tie score.

The raven haired woman had been pulled into a side headlock, and her face had been pushed up against that large side boob of Gwendolyn. Groaning out a bit as she would hear Gwen's words, as the Imperial Rose then started to back her up towards the turnbuckle.

When her butt made contact with it though, Asuka started to try and pull her head free, only for her to get yanked along as Gwendolyn took to a run, and jumped up into the air, driving Asuka's face straight down into the mud. " Mmph!" Asuka grunted out as her face hit the mud, quickly rolling over after the impact to her back, as she wanted to escape the suffocating mud, over on her back she would bring her hands up to her face and hold it while kicking her feet down against the goop.

Considering this was technically their fourth time engaging in civilized combat, waves of nostalgia were already cascading to shore as Gwendolyn overheard the stifled groans of her long-lasting rival squirming about in her headlock. Asuka always was one to be a rambunctiously irksome ball of fiery energy if Gwendolyn did not take the precautionary measure of applying pressure to her pig-tailed opponent as early and as often as possible. The results so far speaking for themselves as Gwendolyn applied the constraining headlock until she was given enough running room to perform her next maneuver.

Gwendolyn's illustrious golden ringlets wafting in the breeze as she dashed forward with Asuka in tow before briefly taking to the air and slamming her lovely face into the muddy surface with a resounding splat. A haughty smirk on her face on Gwen’s face as she disregarded the brief pain in her backside and propped herself on her knees beside the languishing falcon.

"Ah~...Now, whom did one say would be eating mud this night? Well, in any case, I do hope the taste is to your liking~..." Gwendolyn obnoxiously taunted before turning Asuka over. The heiress than shuffling over to seat her curvy backside upon Asuka's spine and situate both of her arms over Gwen's thighs, than interlocking her fingers beneath her rival's chin for an attempted camel clutch. Expertly applied with those in the front row not exactly displeased with their view of Asuka's ample, muddied chest.

Asuka shook her head as she had turned herself over onto her back, holding her hurting face as she tried to wipe away the muddy goop from her facial features and especially her eyes, so that she could once again see unhindered by the mess that they were subjected to fight in. Through to her surprise, what she found when she opened her eyes again was Gwendolyn's hands taking a hold of her and rolling the black haired fighter over onto her front.

" Unh...Will you shut it?..." Asuka growled out in a spif of frustration, clearly not happy with her current predicament as Gwendolyn's curvaceous rear came down upon the small of Asuka's back and kept the Red Falcon pinned down, Trapped in the thorny wines of the Imperial Rose, Asuka felt her arms being hooked over Gwendolyn's knees and then her chin was grabbed by those grubby hands.

Yanked backwards, her spine was forced into an awkward and painful angle, muddy breasts hanging, only contained by the red bikini top that was holding them tight and firm to her ribcage, as they were put on display for the crowd, mud dripping off of them just like it was from Asuka's chin. Groaning moans escaped her clenched teeth as she would try and wave and shake her arms, struggling from left to right in Gwendolyn's hold as she tried to free her arms from their confine so she could start to ttry and fight her way out of the painful camel clutch submission hold.