AV 18 Adrian Kytes vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

A tumbling ballerina, was nevertheless, a ballerina still. Gwendolyn demonstrating that indisputable fact by landing as gracefully as humanly possible, laying herself upon the ring apron akin to an elegant flower petal~...whilst Adrian landed with more of a brutish and slumping thud, than anything else. Even those who have since withdrawn their support for the Phillie native sympathized all the same for Adrian after she had essentially taken a frankensteiner upon, what is incessantly reminded to the audience as, the hardest part of the ring.

Not to say Gwendolyn was wholly unaffected by all of this, the heiress twisting around and promptly seating herself upon the ring apron to lean against the tethered ropes behind her. Arms slackened as she panted laboriously with a pestering dizziness keeping her from pressing her advantage...at least until Adrian started making motions to lift herself up to her hands and knees. Whereupon Gwendolyn would hop down and clamp one hand onto the brunette's hair with the other tugging at the waist of her wrestling singlet. A gnashing grit to Gwen's pearly whites as she kept Adrian hunched and charged her headfirst into the side of the equally unforgiving steel steps.

As much as her head was spinning from getting a blunt metal edge embedded into her forehead, Adrain was starting to climb back up, tugging at the sponsor logos of the side of the ring for support before Gwendolyn decided that she'd rather not deal with someone who looked as though had just gone through a bad experience with a particular red wine, grabbing the former cosplayer and charging her into the steps.

Instinct alone allowed Adrian to twist herself at the last moment into shoulder-barging the steel rather than headbutting it, but the result was pretty much the same, blood dripping down onto the arena floor as Adrian lay slumped up against the dislodged steps.

Upon politely granting Adrian the opportunity to appreciate the exquisite craftsmanship of the steel steps in a more up-close and personal fashion, Gwendolyn haughtily sauntered forward a step or two whilst clapping her hands up and down as if she had just disposed of the trash after a job well done.

An analogy most apropos in Gwen's refined mindset as she offered the masses around her a prim and proper smirk while once again escorting the blood-splattered Philidelphian by her unkempt hair and waist. Though this time it would be for a tumbling re-entry back inside the ring under the bottom ropes, with the vainglorious heiress following soon afterward.

Adrian offered little conscious resistance to Gwen tossing her back in, a small trail of crimson dripping through her hair and onto the canvas as she was rolled in and started crawling around unable to tell if the red clogging her vision was anger or just blood, but even through the haze, she could still see Gwendolyn sliding her way in.

It wasn't the most graceful pounce on a prone opponent professional wrestling had ever seen, looking more like a seal making a surprisingly long lurch over a patch of ice than any form of cat, but it was enough to get Adrian in range of swinging wild blows down onto Gwendolyn, nothing scientific or precise about it, she just wanted to hit the blonde until she thought of a better idea through the red mist.

Undeterred by the repugnant sight of sanguine droplets dotting the canvas, or the prospect of having to devote time backstage after the match towards having her dutiful servants thoroughly wash and cleanse her hands with richly scented soaps, Gwendolyn nevertheless saw towards clamping her refined hands upon Adrian's red-hued hair and usher the former cosplayer underneath the bottom ropes so as to give this match it's inevitable, and regal conclusion.

The haughty highborn following along soon afterwards with a bit of a lethargic impediment to her step due to the exhaustive toll this match had placed upon her thanks to this rebellious reprobate…who would just than surge forward in an uncoordinated mix of flailing arms and blinding resentment. The prim and poise corporate princess evading the bull with the elegant finesse and footwork of a seasoned matador, though in Gwen's case, it would accompany her falling to the side along with a nimble interlocking of her toned legs around Adrian's ankles for an attempted drop-toehold.

Adrian's desperate lunge ended with the blonde easily sidestepping the uncoordinated flail, catching Adrian's legs at the right point to trip her up and send her flopping down chest first into the bottom rope, right in the view of the cameras to get a good look at the blood seeping through the mess that was Adrian's hair while Gwen was left to freely compose herself in the ring.

A seamless bit of fanciful footwork allowed the dignified noblewoman to gracefully elude the barbaric clutches of the unsophisticated Phillie native. Gwendolyn being taken by surprise, but not off her game as she elegantly arose with the smug satisfaction of having so tactfully demonstrated what she was now about to spell out in plain old English for the boorish former cosplayer currently having her blood-splattered face zoomed in upon. The heiress reluctantly sullying her hands once more by clamping onto the brunette's ungroomed hair with a repugnant scowl while dragging her back towards the middle of the ring and propping Adrian on her knees. Gwen now cupping Ade's chin to bring a pout to her lips, and bring them eye to contemptuous eye.

"You are PATHETIC, Adrian!!!...A pitiful, overshadowed FAILURE!!! A tired old JOKE whom no one finds funny anymore, and everyone just sees as sad!!! One who needs to be RETIRED and put of their loathsome misery!!!" Gwendolyn concluding her barbed tirade with a pieface shove into Adrian's mug before beginning to backpedal, than taking off into a sprint towards the ropes behind her. The heiress rebounding off of them with momentum fueled speed and a clear intention of making good on her declaration by delivering a concussive and world-shattering enzuigiri that would assuredly clobber Adrian unconscious and out of Gwendolyn's life, for good.

There was so much Adrian wanted to say in reply, to spit in Gwendolyn's eye, to do something but her head was spinning too much to fight back verbally, and she was too tired to offer any resistance when the blonde sent her staggering across the ring, her uneven gait catching the former cosplayer in the ropes opposite without sending her back for the return strike.

The referee paused before stepping in , Adrian was severely bleeding and looked as though she could barely stand, it might be up to her to call it in the heiress' favour before things got worse but suddenly Adrian seemed to find another reserve of energy, sprinting from her crouched position at Gwendolyn before throwing herself at the blonde, not getting enough height but enough force to tackle both her and the five imaginary people behind her into the ground.

While nothing could have been quite as psychologically painful to one's self-esteem as Gwendolyn's spiteful ranting, the vainglorious socialite intended to outdo herself in physical pain by delivering upon Adrian the coup de grace. Gwendolyn gifting Adrian a graceful and dignified finale via her knee clocking the former cosplayer right in that bloodied visage of hers, in an enzuigiri that had months of pent-up animosity and hundreds of thousands of dollars in property damage behind it thanks to this loathsome cur.

There was a majestic flutter to Gwendolyn's golden curls as she beautifully repelled off of the ropes with a snooty smirk and all her remaining strength diverted to her wound back left leg. A shame it was cut woefully short by Adrian's adrenaline fueled spear that tackled the heiress to the canvas and already had her in coughing spasms as she huddled into a ball and cradled her slim abdomen. The dainty noblewomen twisting over to lay on her side with wheezing breaths passing through her lips and an astonished crowd having no idea where Adrian found the energy for that one.

Adrian rolled on the mat like a rag doll as she crashed down having gone straight through the arrogant blonde like a heat seeking missile, spinning off from the impact as she found herself lying down in the centre of the ring face up with blood still smearing onto the canvas. Through spite, determination or not getting enough blood to the brain to understand that she should be staying down now, Adrian pulled her legs back and threw herself up: kipping up in a spray of red hair as she puffed and panted, looking for the blonde through the red mist.

Reaching down to grab fist fulls of blonde hair, staining the luscious locks with Adrian's blood, the possessed fighter pulled Gwendolyn up to her feet, holding her head back to keep her leaning backwards into her grasp before dropping down to one knee sharply and pulling her foe's neck down over her shoulder for a quick neckbreaker, keeping hold as she held Gwendolyn in place.