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

Although obviously physically incapable of verifying it for herself, Gwendolyn had an underlying feeling that Asuka could sense the beaming smirk that the smug aristocrat was sporting right about now. Her impulsive planning and inpatient desire to settle the score with her raven-haired rival may have indeed made her a tad "hasty" considering the salacious venue that were now wrestling in, but for now it was working out in her favor splendidly as the smug noblewoman laced her fingers underneath Asuka's chin and bent the raven-haired model's neck backward.

Gwendolyn applying enough steadfast pressure in the back-bending submission that Asuka could probably feel the faint softness of the heiress' generous chest against the back of her pig-tailed head. All the while leering frat-boys at ringside got an oogling eyeful of Asuka's mud-coated breasts on full display until eventually the fiery falcon's struggles began earning her some leeway in escaping the tightly applied camel clutch. Gwendolyn squeezed every pained groan she could get out of the submission until she finally opted to grant Asuka her freedom...namely by undoing the grip on her chin and dunking her face first back into the muddied sludge, swishing her head left and right before standing over her freshly splattered adversary.

"...*giggle*...Not to worry, Madam Kotori. As I understand it, mud facials do wonders for your complexion. Ohohohohoho~..." Gwen's unmistakably pompous and ear-grating laugh against the back of her hand coming just as she would stomp her foot down upon Asuka's spine, striking an imperial pose over her long-time rival.

Asuka struggled and fought to find her way free from the submission hold of her blond rival, feeling her breasts push out against her own bikini top, and hearing the loud shouts and cheers form the crowd, a large group of guys in their young adult years having fought their ways to stand as close to the action as they were possibly allowed to just to keep catching as much as they could of this moment.

The Red Falcon continued to struggle, despite the feeling of her rival's generous chest pressing agianst the back of her head as she would try and work her arms free. Which, soon enough happened! Though as soon as she managed to free her arms, the buxom Gwendolyn was quick to remove her hands from her chin and instead grab the black muddy hair of the raven haired Asuka and shove it into the mud, swishing her head back and forth several times before she released her head. Asuka would try and place her hands against the mud and start to push up to her hands and knees.

Though as she was about to do so, she suddenly felt the weight of Gwendolyn's bare foot pressing down against her back and forcing her center of gravity down. " Uugh..." Asuka groaned as the imperial rose struck and imperial pose over her.

Although it wouldn't be particularly ladylike or entirely civil amongst ladies of her divine prestige, it was seemingly turning out that Gwendolyn was quite the natural at matches of these decidedly lewd nature. A prospect evidenced no more clearly by the disheveled gurgling her raven-haired adversary was mumbling into the muddied sludge below. Gwendolyn's haughty laughter irritating the eardrums of all in attendance as she always delighted in humbling the fiery falcon beneath her Imperial Magnificence~...It truly was delightful remembering how satisfying it was to have the advantage over her first-ever rival whist rubbing it in in as thoroughly as she could~...

Though even her fun couldn't last forever, since she knew that anyone worthy of being considered her rival would not remain docile for much longer. Gwendolyn elegantly striding in front of the fallen falcon to clamp onto her pig-tailed hair and use them to tug her muddied foe out of the grimy depths. After slotting her head underneath the heiress' armpit and hanging one of Asuka's arm over her neck, Gwendolyn would grasp onto the side of her rival's bikini. Inadvertently wedging her bikini slightly up her butt, once again to the leering audience's approval, before bucking her hips and attempting a snap vertical suplex.

Asuka was not in the best of spot, she had been overwhelmed by Gwendolyn sudden burst of offense, but that wasn't something she shouldn't expect at this point, so she could only blame herself. Having fought near three times before, Asuka was going to find a way to defeat Gwendolyn but first she needed a chance to get back into the swing of things, right back into the action and with it get back in control!

Feeling those hands upon her pig-tailed hair, yanking her up towards her feet, sloshing around in the mud as she was pulled up to a stand and her head was forced in under Gwendolyn's armpit and that arm hugged around her head. The buxom blond then tightened it around her head and reached down to grab at the red bikini bottoms of the Red Falcon.

"Grgh..." Gritting her teeth as the raven haired woman would then act, bringing her leg up around Gwendolyn's leg, to try and lock them together. Preventing Gwendolyn from lifting her up. " Don't get so full of yourself!" Asuka would shout out at Gwendolyn before she would try and throw a left hook into Gwen's right side ribs. Hoping it would stun Gwendolyn momentarily, the raven haired woman would wrap her arms around Gwen's waist and then uncurl her leg from Gwen's, trying to lift the imperial rose up and throw them backwards, attempting to slam her blond rival down into the mud with a Northern Lights Suplex as a reversal!

While flaunting her haughty superiority over the fallen falcon always took immediate priority whenever she had her former baggage handler in her imperial clutches, even Gwendolyn knew better than to press her luck and allow Asuka too much time to recuperate. The polar opposite pairing having been in two many competitive matches and spars to not know how aggressive and how adept at counters they both could be when given the opportunity.

Though her snobbish laughter had mercifully ceased, much to the appreciative eardrums of every living soul in attendance at the beach that day and at home watching, her devilish joy was still written on her posh visage as she delighted in hauling the raven-haired model back up to her feet up by her twintails. The heiress than snugly wrapping one arm around her rival's cranium before attempting to slam Asuka spine first and have the back of her bikini-clad body become just as muddied as the front...until her tugging attempts were impeded by their leg's being intertwined and a sudden right hook to her side.

"Hygh!!" Gwendolyn jolted with a scrunched grimace from the stiff punch embedded into her rib-cage, her front headlock loosening up slightly as a result, not even noticing the arm's wrapped around her slim waist until she was already being pitched overhead. Her hazel-eyes widening from the sudden elevation as she was sent flying through the air for a muddy splash right on her spine, leaving the groaning heiress in a stunned and wincing daze with her golden curls now splayed around her head.

Turning things around was a great sign for the Red Falcon as she took the Imperial Rose for a ride, throwing her up into the air and slamming her down back first with quite the splash into the goop that they were designated to fight in. The crowd let out a roar of approval as the blond heiress was taken down a peg and her lovely and buxom frame was dropped into the mud like that, allowing them to ogle at her beautiful frame drenched in the wet substance.

Asuka would quickly roll off of Gwendolyn and quickly try and get up to her hands and knees, looking down at her blond rival. The raven haired Asuka knew that she would have to act quickly and her rival had resorted to a painful submission, so she figured that perhaps she should give her a taste of her own medicine. Aiming to grab at those illustrious locks of the golden ringlet haired woman. Trying to prop Gwendolyn up onto her rear in the mud, and then seat herself behind her rival.

She would attempt to force her legs up in under those armpits as the Red Falcon would lean backwards in the mud, placing her hands behind her back into the goop as she would try and lock her legs together behind Gwendolyn's head. Attempting to use her powerful legs to lock in a tight Lotus Lock! Putting strain on that neck and those shoulder blades of the Imperial Rose!

Gwendolyn was having no major misgivings about the venue of their match, up until this point. When the tables had been suddenly turned and it was she who was now taking the unceremonious slam into the muddied sludge below. The rattling suplex leaving her in a stunned daze with her golden, frilly ringlets now sporting an unflattering shade of brown from the muddy splotches. Gwendolyn scrunched her face in disgust from feeling the mud against her skin and hair as the shimmering sun bared down on her from above, one of her immediate thoughts being just what it's going to take to wash this grimy muck out of her illustrious hair.

But before she could preoccupy herself with that thought, Asuka had pounced once more upon her and shuffled Gwendolyn up to a seated position and affixed her arms behind her by Asuka's toned legs. Gwendolyn gnashed her teeth and shuffled her legs in the muddied surface once the pinching constriction in her shoulder blades started to be felt. Much like with Asuka being subjected to the camel clutch, nearby fans oogled the languishing aristocrat with lecherous eyes at the heiress' ample, mud-splattered chest and curvaceous frame writhing about in the muck...and Gwendolyn herself would begin struggling to free herself by swaying from side to side as best as she could. Despite her own distraction of Asuka's backside rubbing gently against her lower back...

Asuka's legs wrapped like boa constrictors up around those arms of Gwendolyn as she would then lock them together, ankles locking in tight behind the back of Gwendolyn's head, pushing the aristocrats chin down into her own generous chest. She smirked for a few seconds as the hold was locked in and the pain and situation was still dawning on Gwendolyn. Those sweet few seconds without struggle where it was just surprise and groans of pain coming from the aristocrat was sweet.

Though, the golden haired rival of hers soon started to fight back, causing Asuka to struggle. She attempted to tighten her Lotus Lock, pushing her rear tighter against the lower back of Gwendolyn as she would keep her arms behind her back to stay as solid as she could in this hold. " C-come now Gwendolyn...why don't you tap out and save yourself a painful defeat." Asuka let out to her rival.

The only fathomable benefit to being ensnared in this accursed submission was that should Gwendolyn open her hazel eyes, she would be spared the site of the leering fans at ringside oogling her curvaceous frame writhing in the muck. Though that was merely because her head was tilted so far down by Asuka's intertwined legs that all she could see was her own abundant, heaving chest. The heiress scrunching her face from the extraordinary stress being levied against her shoulder blades as her shifting attempts at escape were only met with a renewed affirmation of the hold, Gwendolyn tensing up with a scowl before going slack. Having less energy to struggle and seemingly being worn down by her raven-haired rival as she squirmed and languished in the submission for several more uncomfortable seconds.

"Tch...Now what kind of rival would I be...if I submitted so effortlessly?" Gwendolyn panted out before fighting through both the excruciating pain and the distracting sensation of Asuka's smooth backside teasingly rubbing against her spine to attempt to shuffle her legs beneath her and stand tall while arching herself backward. A calculated attempt to have Asuka's shoulders pinned to the muddied floor, and start a pin count unless she released this blasted submission posthaste.

"One!"

Asuka tightened her hold as she started to feel Gwendolyn struggles die down a little, it would only be a matter of time before the blond would be forced to tap, or at least so she thought. What Asuka hoped for though was of course as intense of a bout as last time they tussled, where she'd take everything Gwendolyn had to offer and then defeat her!

Hearing the words of her rival though, caused Asuka to let out a low chuckle. " A poor one, and that's simply not in your nature to be, Ringlets." Asuka said as she would tighten her hold, but to her surprise Gwendolyn had different plans, as she lean backwards and forced Asuka's shoulder's into the mud. "Uu?!" She let out in surprise as then the referee went in and threw her hand into the mud.

"Two!"

She managed to get out before Asuka would buck up and to the side, having to abandon her hold in the process as she tried to kick Gwendoly off of her and start to move up towards her feet.