AV 18 Adrian Kytes vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Although her devoted entourage scurried to Gwendolyn's side purely to assist their employer back to her feet while drowning her with thirst-quenching beverages and false platitudes, their mindful interference ended up aiding her in a far more substantial way. Namely by absorbing the brunt of the impact from Adrian's suicide dive, and leaving Gwendolyn in a better shape than the high-flying Philadelphian may have realized. A bit of theatricality towards overselling just how rattled she was from Adrian's diving assault sealed the proverbial deal, the ludicrously wealthy blueblood stunning the gamer girl with the knee lift that consequently had her neck whiplash against the top rope.

The vast majority of the audience saw it as somewhat uncomfortable, save for Gwendolyn, who only saw it as an opportunity. Applying a snug front facelock before positioning Adrian's feet so they were standing on the ring apron, the heiress would tug Adrian backward until her ankles hung onto the middle rope. The prim and proper noblewoman cocking her hips to the side with a conceited smile, her elegant stance being a bit of vainglorious posing before planting Adrian headfirst into the canvas from the draping DDT meant to bring further strain upon that neck of hers.

Cringing in pain as she hung between the ropes, it took a little effort to get her leg the right side of the ropes but once Gwen managed to manoeuvre the stunned brunette, there wasn't much Adrian could do about the incoming pain, even the ref complaining about this technically being an illegal headlock in the ropes wasn't making the outlook any better for the former cosplayer as the heiress obliged the official by spiking Adrian head-first into the canvas, her toes slipping off the middle rope just in time so she landed flat on the mat.

The proverbial bottom dropped out from the formerly enthusiastic audience witnessing their favorite rebel gamer girl become intimately familiar with the ring canvas below. Nothing blocking her cringing face from absorbing the booming impact thanks to her elevated positioning. The draping DDT being the first sign of outright malicious offense demonstrated in a match that was bounds to have scores more of it should Adrian happen to escape Gwendolyn's immediate pin attempt. The smug noblewoman wasting little time in flipping her adversary over and applying a leghook pin, though with a lackadaisical sprawl over the gamer girl that was more akin to a beauteous photoshoot taking a place on an extravagant beach...

Her groans of pain muffled by the canvas, there was little Adrian could do to stop Gwendolyn from rolling her over and taking a comfortable position on the brunette to the point of using the former cosplayer's small breasts as cushions as she posed for the pinfall, hooking the inside leg with an insulting lack of urgency.

Perhaps it was the indignity of it all that forced Adrian's shoulder up defiantly at the count of two, bucking the blonde off and to the side as she rolled right back over to her front, although looking slightly better than how she'd looked spread out after being splatted against the canvas not a minute prior, Adrian did not look good. She was clutching her head even as she tried to get up on all fours, clearly still feeling the effects of Gwen's assault.

Elongating her statuesque legs with one slightly bent, curving her slender spine to accentuate her shapely backside, along with a come-hither gaze directed towards the camera~...all made for a strikingly alluring bit of posturing for the elegant and dignified noblewoman. Not that she earnestly believed her grandstanding pin was going to keep the gamer girl down for the count. But she was aware of how frightfully embarrassing it would be for Adrian, and that blow to her pride may have been just as satisfying as the blow to that terribly homely face of hers.

The heiress repelled herself off of the former cosplayer the instant she bucked out at the two count, but took little time in reasserting her momentum after Adrian had rolled over to lay on her front and had begun meekly shuffling upward. After grasping one of her wrists and stretching out Adrian's arm, the nimble blueblood would maintain that grip on her wrist and gracefully bucking both of her legs towards the sky. She maintained that stiffened pose for a solid second or two...before dropping down to drive one of her knees into Adrian's arm. The same arm Adrian had been favoring earlier...

Adrian's tender arm gave a twinge of pain as it was stretched out along the canvas, held down by the wrist. She tried to turn over, to pull her arm back but as Gwen kicked her body up her body weight was keeping the limb pinned to the ground as the blonde stayed in a graceful handstand. Just being pinned like this wasn't too painful for the former cosplayer, she was able to just about get back on her knees even if she had to keep her shoulder close to the canvas. But when the knees came crashing down it did more than hurt inside, sending jolts of pain so bad that Adrian couldn't stop the involuntary yelp in time as she attempted to pull away and cradle her hurting arm.

Gwendolyn was not absent-minded so as to not notice Adrian favoring one arm over the other whilst she was re-entering the ring earlier. It was an observance duly-noted, and one viciously capitalized on as the snobbish socialite rammed her knees downward into Adrian's afflicted arm with a booming impact. No sooner would Adrian repel up to her knees, than Gwen would turn around to shove the former cosplayer and lay herself back down on the canvas. Seeking out Adrian's sore arm and extending it once more may have been a hint of what was to come. Her battered limb was than angled around Gwen's straightened arm before her leg was laid beside Adrian's shoulder to lock down the elaborate short arms scissors submission.

"Ever the embarrassment, hmm Adrian?~...Do feel free to shower me with praise in between admitting one's own vast inferiority towards those of a more refined and sophisticated lineage~..." Gwen elegantly advised with a calm and composed smile directed down at Adrian, poised like royalty with the side of her smooth thigh nuzzling against the gamer girl's cheek as the hold remained locked in with the nearby referee on her knee, checking the legality of the hold and if an early submission was on the horizon.

Oh Gwendolyn, ever one to add insult to injury. Or in this case, add both at the same time! The former cosplayer's face twisted as her arm was racked with agony, gritting her teeth to prevent herself from giving the blonde the satisfaction of crying out again as her arm was twisted and the muscles burned. Adrian wasn't waiting to get some strength back, or tuning into some counter, she needed out now and the only way that was happening was by the brunette swinging her foot onto the rope, thankful that the blonde's assault had kept them close enough to get out of danger with a rope break.

Contorting Adrian's arm into a disjointed pretzel around the svelte thigh of the regal aristocrat still may have only been half as excruciating as being belittled from Gwendolyn's pretentious wordplay. Both of which came to a merciful end for the former cosplayer once she showcased her stretching abilities by elongating her leg just enough towards the bottom to rope to have the referee began counting along with words of warning for Gwen to release the submission."Scrambling for mercy before my imperial magnificence?...*giggle*...Oh dear, it appears you lack both manners and wrestling ability, Madam Kytes~..."

Four tormenting seconds later, Gwendolyn smugly complied and unhooked the cosplayer before steadily arising once more. The privileged blueblood gracefully strutting around the ring in a faux victory lap with a dignified smirk, an alluring sway to her supple hips with arms outwardly extended as if she were granting the audience the privilege of basking in her imperial prestige and elegance. Her pompous parading around generating a heightened uptick in their booing disdain as Gwendolyn took a position mid-ring to adjust the hems of her outfit and take a moment to beautify herself whilst awaiting her uncultivated foe.

Of course Gwen would take the full five count to break the hold, why wouldn't she? Especially with the bonus of watching Adrian's leg kicking at the ropes in pain while the Australian referee forgot how to count without beer cans as a visual aid "Goddammit..." the former cosplayer whined as her arm was finally freed from the painful hold, cradling the hurting arm as she tried to sit up, shuffling towards the corner just for support.