AV 18 Adrian Kytes vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Witnessing the pompous windbag get that very same wind stamped out of lungs was an appreciated sight to the thousands in attendance and working class bums everywhere...though even the rallying cries of the common man apparently only fell on the Phillie native's deaf ears. Someone whom Gwendolyn now surmised envied the illustrious aristocrat for more than just her exorbitant wealth, immaculate beauty, and keen business sense...but now also her royal "assets", so to speak. Gwendolyn realizing that inconvenient truth whilst scrunching her face and hugging her stomped breasts for a crawling trek towards the ropes that would sadly be impeded.

Gwendolyn immediately choosing the preservation of her golden ringlets over all else as she unwillingly obeyed the heartless mangling of her hair, scrambling back up to her feet before having her head slotted underneath Adrian's armpit. The tugging hold Adrian had on the side of her outfit making it cling tightly to her shapely backside, but before Gwen had time to worry about the headlock, a bucking snap sent the snooty blueblood flipping head over heels. "Ragh!!" Gwendolyn cried out and sprung halfway up from the mat, cringing from the pain surging down her spine before slumping to the side from the rattling suplex.

With heavy breathing, Adrian rolled back onto her front, her face showing none of the expected satisfaction most people got from making the normally smug blonde cry out in pain and instead bearing a serious frown as she grabbed a fist full of heiress hair as a way to bring both fighters up to their feet, letting her nails scrape against the skull before yanking tightly much to the objections of the referee before she swung her arm around, crashing her elbow pad into Gwendolyn's face.

Still fresh from being slammed onto the small of her spine, what little time Gwen had to recoup was made even less so upon being indelicately yanked back to her feet by the frenzied Philadelphian. The snobbish high-born straining through clinched teeth as she pawed at the hand tugging at her resplendent ringlets before having her head snap back with spittle flying from the elbow pad connecting flush with the side of her dainty face. The brutish impact sending Gwendolyn into a backward stumble that thankfully sent her sprawling into the turnbuckle, now leaning into it with an inward bend to her legs as she massaged the side of her wincing face. The thousands in attendance now noticing Adrian's hyperaggressiveness...

...including the referee, who was now physically stepping in between them to chastise Adrian for never performing a full separation from when Gwen first reached the ropes to escape the armbar. Stern warnings being issued to the former cosplayer about her shirking of the rules.

There was something unsettling in Adrian's disposition; the former cosplayer had been in rougher, bloodier and more violent matches than this before, but even then when she'd done much worse than elbow someone in the face there was either an audacious smirk or face brim with adrenaline as the rush fueled itself. It wasn't much but that elbow strike, especially with the yank of hair before it was just vicious and Adrian wanted to do it again, heading in hot pursuit of the blonde before the referee intervened.

While the ref had every right to chastise Adrian for her current approach, hair pulling was of questionable legality and pulling harder on an armbar when she should have been letting go was definitely against the spirit of the rules if not the letter. But now was not the time to raise these concerns, not when Adrian had just cornered Gwendolyn. "Oh that's rich!" She yelled, rounding on the official and grasping her top with one fist "Like how you didn't do a god damn thing about Gwennie-cake's hold you god! Damn! Whore! Maybe I should just rip those stupid pants off you and show everyone the bills she shoved in your panties!"

The immense goodwill and fanfare Adrian had entered the arena with from the Australian faithful was beginning to show signs of...deterioration. The rambunctious and rebellious spitfire they had grown to rally behind showcasing an unorthodox level of aggression that started to make them uneasy, and put the audience in the bizarre position of beginning to become skeptical on whether to keep cheering for her. Adrian's shrill accosting of the referee taking the world by surprise with stunned stupefaction. The terrified official gulping down hard and, with a trembling squeamishness to her voice, issued Adrian her final warning or risk being disqualified...

...with Gwendolyn, for once, not being the center of attention she so often yearned to be. The pretentious noblewoman gritting her teeth with a bitter scowl directed towards the bizarre spectacle unfolding before her hazel eyes, her rattled jaw still throbbing from having just been shrewdly clocked by Adrian. Who was still bitterly squabbling with the poor official who seemed to be on the verge of being slugged herself...were it not for Gwendolyn tugging the ref out of the way and leaping up to interlock her hands behind Adrian's head while tucking in her knees against the Phillie's modest chest. Gwendolyn nimbly collapsing downward with Adrian brought along for the ride whose destination was a booming double knee jawbreaker.

Of all the people to heroically stick up for officials under fire, Gwendolyn was not one of the people expected to pull the poor referee out of harms way, perhaps as a way of keeping her sweet beyond mere monetary benefits, or perhaps just as a way to get some more space to deal with Adrian without risking an official being knocked down when she tried to get the win.

Either way, the result was the same, the official was pushed out of the way while Adrian was pulled in, her face getting yanked into the solid blue kneepads with a painful smack, sending the brunette pitching backwards with the recoil.

A staunch advocate for the common, menial laborer...Gwendolyn was most assuredly not. Not when she viewed them as pitiable underlings scarcely worth garnering a sideways glance from her as they catered to her every snobbish whim. Hence the stalled reaction from the audience not knowing how to feel about Gwendolyn saving the terrified referee girl form the stark raving former cosplayer...and instead just scratched their heads with befuddled confusion.

Upon introducing the brunette's crass mouth to the royal blue of Gwen's kneepads, the refined noblewoman swiftly scampered on her hands and knees over to Adrian and hooked both of her legs while she was splayed out on her back. Adrian being curled into a "C" shape with her rump in the air and the heiress' back pressing down upon her opponent's chest for an intensely leveraged pin attempt. One that Gwendolyn scowled at the referee for being so incompetently slow for starting.

"One!"

Gwendolyn was quick to capitalise on the fallen former cosplayer, her jackknife pin technique looking nearly flawless as the referee made her count from the safety of a few steps away from any potential of Adrian's reaching hands. With her legs bent over her body and Gwen's ass mere centimetres from her face, Adrian's options to get out of this were limited and time was running out fast. She couldn't bridge out without her feet on the floor and she didn't have enough time to get the torque to roll Gwen back on her shoulders instead, not when the ref was already at the "Two!" count.

Instead, Adrian opted for something a little more basic, by trying to pull one leg even further in while kicking the other against the blonde's grip, she tried to unbalance Gwendolyn enough for her to shift weight, and get her shoulder up off the mat, maybe even rolling Gwen onto her front with her on top in the process.

Technical and elegantly executed, Gwendolyn readjusted her footwork to balance herself on her tip-toes for even more heaped on leverage in the unorthodox pin attempt. Although burgeoning on textbook in terms of leverage, secureness, opportunistic hastiness, and teasing proximity to the blueblood's imperial rump, the exquisite execution of Gwendolyn's backbridging pin attempt was swiftly undone by the former cosplayer who apparently never read that textbook.

A wriggling though strategized unbalancing brought about by Adrian's shifting legs interrupting what would have been an anticlimactic finish...but a finish Gwen would have appreciated all the same. The snobbish noblewoman scowling and clearly vexed from having been unjustly robbed, but for now concerning herself more with the sudden bit of mat grappling brought upon by the petulant cosplayer weighing down on her from above. Motions beginning to be made by her to shuffle up to her hands and knees...this being the first step towards shedding herself of the uncouth Phillie native slumping her sweaty weight upon her.

Laying on top of the heiress, the desperation of the referee's count passed, Adrian finally had time to weigh up her position and options even as her jaw ached from Gwen's earlier assault. There were worse positions to be in, she wasn't being kicked or punched, she wasn't having to deal with biased officiating right now, even if Gwen rising up meant that her own time to calm down was being cut short it was better than nothing, in fact it was looking to be better than just relaxing.

The blonde rose up underneath the former cosplayer, Adrian letting her weight on to keep the heiress doubled over instead of letting her stand up straight while she got busy wrapping her arms around Gwen's waist, if the blonde wanted up, she'd get to go up, just not in the way she hoped. Adrian took a deep breath and jumped up, trying to catch Gwen's head with her legs to pull her up and over. In the blink of an eye Adrian had gone from getting pinned by Gwendolyn to dunking her on her head, flipping over for her patented Bankai Canadian Destroyer!