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

Although it thoroughly pains Gwendolyn to admit that her reversal may have gotten some minute modicum of inspiration from Asuka and how she utilized similar methods to escape her own predicament in the abdominal stretch, the heiress was most definitely not about to offer her twin-tailed foe any semblance of credit. Such an act would be unbecoming of a dignified lady of her regal class, and most importantly, sully their competitiveness and undying ambition towards outdoing the other.

After her former baggage-handler had perhaps underestimated just how much strength was behind those resiliently toned lovely legs of hers, the imperial heiress nevertheless began breathing haggardly after unfolding her legs, which now felt searing discomfort from Asuka's accursed submission. The rattled aristocrat cringing as she shuffled herself up to her hands and knees and spied through her muddied ringlets her raven-haired rival doing the same.

Standing once more had a wobbly uncertainty at first as Gwendolyn grimaced from the burning discomfort in her thighs. Gnashing her pearly whites with a bitter scowl, Gwen took a muddied slog through the ankle high sludge to stalk Asuka from behind until she had shuffled up to her own feet...where the haughty blueblood would swiftly shoot forward to reapply a clenching waistlock from behind. The massaging softness of her perfect chest against Asuka's spine would be the terrifying reminder of what was to come...an exquisite bridging German Suplex attempt that would slam Asuka head and shoulders into the muddied depths, though with scores of cheering fans more interested in ogling her curvaceous, upturned rump than the pincount.

"1!"

Asuka would wipe mud out of her face as she would start to rise on wobbly legs of her own, she was rather annoyed that she had taken a face dive straight into the mud at the hands....or rather legs of her blond rival. Gritting her teeth as she pushed herself up towards her feet and shook her head.

Once up though, she found first the large round mounds of Gwendolyn pushing into her back and then those rather well trained arms of her eternal foe! Hugging her waist so tightly that it made the raven haired woman yelp in surprise.

Unable to to act in time, her feet left the ankle deep mud and she was flung head first over the blond, shoulders smashed first into the mud which splatted up around the pair! "Uugh!!!" She cried out loudly on impact. Her rump pointing up into the air and the referee noticing this as the prime moment for a pin count quickly dropped down and hit for that first count!

Asuka's body rocked a bit in the position, trying to gather her strength....

" Two!..." The second count came, as the maximum effort of Asuka was about to take shape in a burst of energy, a wild bucking to break the pin attempt and flop onto her front in a rather unceremonious manner.

Gwendolyn's suplexes were normally executed with a refined polish and exquisite technique that only an individual of her refined upper-class and elegance could accomplish~...but even she was having a certain amount of difficulty maintaining her arching bridging position given the slop-drenched locale of this muddied ring. The heiress gritting her teeth from the strain and sheer concentration of balancing herself on her tip-toes after suplexing her raven haired adversary to a resounding splat. The smug satisfaction of suplexing her foes was nevertheless always a delightful thrill, despite it being short-lived this time around.

Gwendolyn exhaustedly slumping down to the ground with limbs splayed out after Asuka had propelled herself free at the two count, her smooth breasts heaving gently with every weary breath she took before she managed to begin tossing herself over. Drenched in mud and with the burning sensation in her legs preventing her from advancing upon her eternal rival, Gwen opted to stay in place and catch her breath, now bent over with her hands propped on her knees as she began addressing Asuka who herself began ascending as well. "...*pant*...feel free to admit defeat whenever you so choose...*pant*...One can clearly see that this contest is all but decided at this juncture..." Gwen advised with a wincing, yet still very competitive smirk.

Asuka had been able to flop onto her front, head turned to the side as she would slowly push up to her hands and knees, mud dripping off of her frame as she was rising up, she would hear Gwendolyn's words as she pushed up to her knees and then to her feet, eyes fixed on her blond eternal rival. She would pant out, leaning forward as she couldn't help but throw back just as competitive of a smirk towards Gwendolyn.

" Hah!....d-don't kid yourself...Gwendolyn....*pant*....this match is mine and you know it...." Asuka said as she would push up to a full stand, and move forward. Arms raised as she would slog through the mud with her tired legs, arms twitching a bit from fatigue as it was difficult to just keep them up. Moving forward she'd offer Gwendolyn one final grapple in this match.

Gwendolyn would have sorely appreciated if her raven-haired rival had simply submitted her surrender for once and and dismissed the notion of them continuing this mud-drenched war into it's climactic finale...but she acknowledged that Asuka would not have made for an exceptionally compelling rival had she done so. Witnessing the same competitive fire reflected in Asuka's eyes compelled Gwendolyn to temporarily dismiss her weary exhaustion and trudge onward to meet her rival mid-ring, drenched in the same muddied sludge as Asuka until her bikini was all but rendered invisible to the naked eye.

"...*pant*...Driven delusional...*pant*...from one mere suplex, I see...So terribly unfortunate..." Gwendolyn uttered while motioning forward to engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, once more having them butt foreheads with her royal, voluptuous chest pressed against Asuka's in the concerted effort not to be bullied backward.

The two arch rivals moved forward, their bodies smacked together as they went in for that final grapple. The raven haired model/wrestler would feel her body scream at her in this struggle, as Gwen's body pushed against her, their forehead's butting together as their busts would smack and rub against one another.

Intense and fiercely competitive eyes clashing once more between these two ladies. " Nnh....keep talking...bimbo...!" Asuka grunted out as she would feel how pushing Gwendolyn backwards was not an option. They were in a perfect standstill for the moment.

Because of which, Asuka had to try something else, taking one step back in the mud...sliding a little. She was trying to get a better position for her legs, aiming to throw up her right leg and aim to smack her knee into the bare, mud covered breadbasket of the blond aristocrat.

Given how horrendously exhausting this entire mud-drenched finale had become, Gwendolyn was by now running solely on competitive adrenaline to ensure that she reigned triumphant this day. Asuka's own inflamed desire towards becoming the victor being ample motivation for the heiress to thwart her raven-haired rivals ambition towards obtaining eternal bragging rights between the two of them.

The warring duo butting foreheads and rubbing chests from how tightly enthralled the pair were was in bullying the other backward, both entirely unaware and uncaring for enticing this may have appeared towards the common viewer at ringside to watch two mud-slathered beauties straining their voluptuous figures against each-other's.

Although no sooner was Gwendolyn believing herself to get major headway in weakening her opponent's stance than she had her slum abdominal impaled by Asuka's right knee. Prompting her to exhale in a bitter cough from the abrupt gut-check, one that had the regal heiress backpedaling with a flinching expression...but still clamping onto Asuka's arms...whilst beginning to slip and slide downward...

Driving that knee right into Gwendolyn's abs felt good, she had the chance she needed now. To put the blond aristocrat in her place and prove which one of them were superior. It would be a good feeling to leave here as the winner, she just needed to put the finishing touches on Gwendolyn with a big move to put and end to the Imperial Rose.

She was just ripe for the picking!

Or so, Asuka thought. As she felt Gwendolyn backpedal, with her hands still clamping her arms. Had this been another match that wouldn't be a problem but her footing was already sort of unsteady in the goop and from being as fatigued as she would, the sudden pull as Gwendolyn was falling down onto her rump in the mud pulled Asuka along.

The surprise of the action caused the raven haired woman to fall right towards Gwendolyn, down on her knees in between those legs as her head fell forward right in line with Gwen's, the mouth of Asuka open as it practically fell right into Gwendolyn's for an accidental kiss between the two beauties!

Sheer strength of will and Imperial Pride were the main factors keeping Gwendolyn's defiant stance from crumbling in aching fatigue as she obstinately remained entangled with her raven-haired rival...sadly, her foundation was built upon a slicked mud-pool that her bare feet began slipping upon after Asuka's knee spiked the snooty blueblood square in her breadbasket. Her balancing act collapsing into a comical pratfall as she yelped from slipping and sliding backward, tugging Asuka along with her into an...

~~*smack*~~

...unintended smooch that made time seemingly standstill, the flustered aristocrat's delicate cheeks blushing a bright crimson red with her hazel eyes going stark-wide as she remained seated on her backside with Asuka straddling her legs. A shellshocked glimmer to her eyes which...after several prolonged seconds of stunned silence, would suddenly become a tad...listless, and tranquil. A soothing hum being purred into Asuka's soft lips as the heiress lackadaisically shifted themselves over to have Gwen now be situated atop Asuka, kissing her so softly as their bikinied and mud slathered frames sensually grinding together amidst the slimey goop~......with fans at ring-side gobsmacked and speechless, one of them dropping his beer mug to the floor and not noticing.

The sudden lip lock caught Asuka completely off guard and as she felt hers and Gwendolyn's muddied bodies grind against each other, she could feel the tip of her tongue and that of Gwen's meeting and then sliding along one another, the sudden sensation of pleasure caused her to nearly purr out into her rival's mouth.

She would feel hands on her shoulders, but what came next was completely out of her mind, as she was rolled over in the mud. Lost to the ecstasy for the split moment, the referee moving in and calling out " One!..Two!..." Asuka would open her eyes confused what was happening, but it was far too late. Having been shellshocked by the sudden pleasureful liplock!