Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt vs. Mika Kaminashi - Dawn Of Justice

All of the wretched adulation being spewed forth by this cavalcade of uncouth commoners ceased to be once the smug socialite erupted from her sullen despondency in a manner akin to a golden-curled phoenix blazing onward, and with an inflamed temper to match the rather apt metaphor as well. The heiress having unearthed herself from the utterly galling depths of shameful thrashing she'd been subjected to by this repellent lionheart. A loathsome hero who sought to dishonorably disgrace one of the upper-class' more distinguished highborn's by daring to pummel Gwendolyn about with naught but her thonged posterior, and serve to illuminate her shooting star within this federation by seemingly being on the cusp of claiming an astounding upset victory for the ages. One that would assuredly have her insipid visage plastered everywhere as one of the bright young hopefuls to keep an eye on. But with one fateful remembrance of when Gwen herself was the one scrapping and clawing for wrestling relevance in a ferocious sport scant few assumed she'd excel in given her posh upbringing, including her very own Puh-pah and Mu-Mah, an emblazoned spark would be reignited within the heiress now that she'd come to grips with what was truly at stake this night. Hushing the audience silent as the aristocrat sprinted forward to hug her arms around the heroine with Gwen's cheek mashed against that accursed posterior for a masterfully executed release German Suplex that was an astounding feat given the distance the heroine traveled.

Gwendolyn collapsing backward herself but tossing over onto her side soon afterward, her golden ringlets splayed all across her head before she'd begin soldiering up to her arms and knees. Inwardly content that she'd not only created a gif-able moment herself that was far more flattering of her, but had finally put this contemptible paragon out of commission and slammed the proverbial brakes on this endless train ride fueled by sheer momentum alone. Gwen peering upward at the frazzled rookie, the mere sight of which fueled her vengeful spirits as she arose steadily with a spiteful grimace. She'd stand upright and stretched out her discomforted spine to reclaim her regal poise and posture with groaning exhalation before sauntering over towards the fallen heroine with clawed hands. One of which would than reach down to viciously clamp on to one of those flaxen twin-tails, and tug her contemptible face upward until Mika was on her knees so she could see the vitriolic malice in Gwen's eyes as she'd arch down for this heartfelt one-on-one. "I...am not one who is to be underestimated...especially not by some worthless and pathetic commoner deluded with flights of witless buffoonery, like you. Your aspiration towards achieving anything within this ring, my domain, will culminate this night when I summarily snuff out this cherished light of yours...Or~...in layman's terms~..." Gwendolyn smugly sneered her parting words before standing back up to step one leg over Mika’s head to snugly affix her cranium betwixt Gwen’s thighs, and than collapse down into a scissored facebuster. Afterwards twirling about into a seated position with the heroine still entrapped, of course.

Mika’s mighty hip check, also known as the “Butt of Justice: Hip Bullet”, was unlike any other in the blonde’s opinion. And it takes having seeing it in person to witness the majesty of such a manoeuvre. Her form spinning round with such force that the twin ponytails swirled around her like a golden hurricane. Her body twisting in a blur, the only thing that isn’t the colour blue, red, white or gold is the primary weapon that would bring about Gwendolyn’s downfall once she would stand back up on her own two feet. The Avatar of Justice has done this powerful manoeuvre many times before her arrival in AFW. Knowing just the right time when to hit that move, knowing only the right kind of spin she needs to get the power from. She always knew how to control her body while in the air, the sort of grace and elegance is one that is practised many times before. Wherever it was on the thick mats at her gymnasium or the small single mattress in her room. Every flip, every roll, every jump has been tweaked and worked on countless of times to get it right. It was this kind of dutifulness and hardworking spirit that has won her many awards and trophies. And the effects of that move were known to be pretty devastating. Capable of knocking out a heavyweight boxer once struck in the chin (which actually happened, but video evidence was lost amidst the excitement), the snooty socialite would pretty much have her world rocked. Quite literally and figuratively.

But such an impact didn’t come, but instead, Mika found herself feeling the massive brunt of the fall after a well-timed german suplex. Gwendolyn simply plucked the star as it was flying high and brought it crashing onto the earth. The suddenness of it all amplified the damage as she was caught unawares—a picture-perfect moment where her butt was raised in the air after tumbling a considerable distance. Devastating as it was, Mika was not going to remain on the ground, lest she gets the same treatment the hero gave to the vehement villainess. So the Twin-Tailed Wonder hurried to get to her two feet, as quickly as she could while shaking the cobwebs. Gwendolyn, however, would apparently “help” the Avatar of Justice as her gloved hands grabbed onto the twin-tails. Though the way she would yank on them just so she forces Mika to stare eye to eye with the furious heiress tells her that she wasn’t in the helping mood. Far from it.  

The Avatar of Justice wasn’t interested in hearing Gwendolyn’s vengeful monologue, wincing from feeling the roots of her golden locks being pulled from the scalp. She glared with narrow eyes, the intent to get away was there. But at this moment, she was the antithesis of her earlier offence: slow. The Snooty Socialite would cut her speech short, however, as Mika would suddenly find the creamy, ballet-trained thighs clamping around her head, feeling the muscle pressing on the side of her head. All before the distance from the floor became much shorter in a fast amount of time. Her face smashed onto the canvas, her facial features mushed for a brief moment as her body crumbled underneath Gwendolyn. The sudden turn after the scissored facebuster would bring the light back to a hard-blinking Mika, her vision dazed for a moment as she found herself still trapped within the leg jail of Gwendolyn.

Whatever inane foolhardiness that possessed this woman to imagine herself some manner of gladiatorial champion for the downtrodden, Gwendolyn had decided she'd suffered Mika's pathetic aspirations for long enough. A refined lady of her distinguished nobility should have been deemed much too sophisticated to be subjected to this level of boorish titillation in the first place. And what's worse, all at the hands of an abject neophyte incessantly weaponizing that accursed posterior of hers to batter, flummox, and debase the prestigious highborn in wanton disregard for her superior social class. A lowly newcomer gallivanting about in complete delusion and endlessly embarrassing Gwendolyn by smacking their rumps together and bouncing about like a cowgirl taming a spoiled mare in that camel clutch were all egregious offenses that were about to become duly recompensed. Starting with a scathing tirade uttered right in the so called heroine's wincing face. What Gwendolyn intended to only be the beginning of a prolonged re-education of the pecking order within AFW and how Mika's quest for true "justice", or some such nonsense, were all merely pathetic pipe dreams almost as pitiful as she herself was. A false flame within her that the snooty socialite intended to snuff out underneath the smug grindings of her Jimmy Choo high-heel shoes. Although for now merely plastering this impoverished peasants face into the canvas would have to suffice, a brief vibration jostling about the ring upon Gwen's succinct summation of the words she'd imparted to the heroine. A twisting roll to the side brought both Gwendolyn and Mika towards the middle of the ring and now with the Avatar Of Justice in the most precarious of positions.

Even when subjugating wretched commoner's betwixt the smooth and luscious thighs of hers, the reviled and snobbish aristocrat nevertheless maintained a sophisticated cadence fit for royalty. A smug smirk brimming with assured superiority shined brightly upon her face as she flexed every muscle in her well educated legs to a taut swell, now having one of her ankles angled behind the calf of her other leg for a transitioned figure-four headscissors. A stifling position that was steadied further by her arms extended behind her and propping herself up, at times scooting her royal rump off of the canvas for certain upticks in squeezing pressure between her milky white thighs before settling herself back down. Seconds passing into the aether, and perhaps feeling more like hours to the hapless heroine, with zero sign of Gwendolyn willingly unspringing her strangling trap upon her downtrodden adversary. Much to the contrary, the pampered blueblood would indulge herself further still by abruptly spinning them both around to have them facing the canvas with Gwendolyn balancing herself on her hands. What followed next being a series of thrusting, hipful head slams with the fallen heroine being taught her lowly place from the heiress' Obedience Training signature maneuver. Merciless head dunks that brought jostling oscillations to the ring ropes and were the first of many taming lessons she'd had planned for Mika before she'd end the training by rolling back to their initial position. But to twist the knife even further, Gwen would angle herself to the side somewhat to showcase the heroine's frazzled visage to the nearby cameras and the world at large, still tightening her thighs to assuredly have Mika's cheeks mushed for a lip puckered kissy face. "Your hero, my adoring public!!!~..." Gwen smiled delightedly while wafting her arm towards the beleaguered avatar to a booing reception...

Funny enough, Mika wasn’t actually underestimating the competition that she was facing.  The Twin-Tailed Wonder knew very well who she was getting in the ring with—a former champion of two different title belts, besting many veterans with her skill alone. When she wasn’t using underhanded tactics that sullied the art of competition. It was clear that despite being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Gwendolyn showed the drive to succeed in battles such as this. Since getting the chance to wrestle with the highborn, she wasn’t going to play around. Figuratively, of course. Such ‘indecencies’ that the golden-curled goddess was subjected to was merely for the show, and especially for the crowd. The haughty Heiress may think that she wasn’t taking things seriously when she was made into the finest stallion AFW has ever seen. But in terms of showmanship, the lionheart was taking it seriously. It wasn’t as if the woman was not complicit in such demeaning acts that. She had been taking advantage of newcomers like Mika, hunting them down and making sure their flame is put out before it could grow. One thing that a certain Snowmaker went though but eventually rising above it like the star she was meant to be. The Avatar of Justice aspired as such, but she felt that compared to other rookies, she could do better. Putting that burden on her back among the many she also has to carry. Such is the life of a hero that people look up to. They had all put their hope on Mika, making her the people’s champion. And from the earlier stages, she was proving to be the woman they should put their dreams and hopes on. Even as Mika was receiving such a scathing tirade from the smug socialite, she remained defiant at the face of evil. It would take a lot to break the Champion of Light, Gwendolyn would know as such. And Mika had hoped that the Heiress took her own vitriolic, malice-laden advice to not underestimate her. Such foolishness would be costly to her.

From the looks of things, Gwendolyn seemed to keep it in mind while she kept Mika’s head betwixt her thighs. The smug smile showed that may not be the case, but it was undeniable to the crowd who is in control. The blazing, fast-pace offence of Mika was replaced with the slow, methodical tempo of the former champion, comfortably taking the role of the leader in this tango. Gwendolyn was making sure that she stays true to her word: to snuff out the light of the people’s champion. A smart tactic to keep her grounded and wear her out while she cools things down. Mika figured Gwendolyn preferred her not to be bouncing around the ring like a maniac. If her eyes weren’t closed due to the pulse of pressure from Gwendolyn’s thighs, it was staring at the lights or staring at the snow-white, high-heeled designer boots. She wondered if Gwendolyn knew of the beauty of craftsmanship. An award-winning cosplayer, she has put the time in making her costumes, especially the one she’s wearing now. With the help of her parents, she has learnt all the tricks of the trade. From pattern-making and draping, working with woven and knit fabrics, making slopers that fit her body, all sorts of things. It was mostly the gratification that she completed a project is what drives Mika with her cosplay, letting her creativity to shine and having hands-on parents to help her. Mika is always grateful for the environment that she grew up in, perhaps much different from the streets that Gwendolyn resided in, despite both of them being born into the same land. Mika would never look down at someone who has brought their cosplay, especially for beginners. But she can’t help but wonder if the haughty Heiress knew the kind of effort it takes to craft such attire. Or if she even bothered to care.

A question saved for another time, however. Gwendolyn’s legs shifted into a snug, tight figure-four headscissor, feeling the calf pressing upon her throat. She felt the taut swell of her thighs as they were mostly doing the work in wearing her down, rather than using one leg as a fulcrum—a leaver of sorts to make this an impenetrable fortress. The reason for that would be revealed onto Mika as she would be rolled onto her front yet again, but her face wasn’t back to kissing the canvas. At least for a moment, that is. Her head hovered above the coarse canvas before being slammed onto it. If the previous plastering of Mika’s face wasn’t bad, repeating said plastering would make it much worse. “UnnH…DrrGH…TuHh…QuaAH…CuGH....” A visual representation of bashing your head into a wall, the crowd wondered if they truly learned their lesson in the definition of insanity. Eventually, the torture would end as she would be spared such head dunking. But the grip of Mika’s head never relented as she would be rolled onto her side. Only then would she notice that her smushed face, all puckered up from the Heiress’s thighs would be focused on the cameras, no doubt capturing Gwen’s moment that she would look back on with smugness and derision. “Nhnnghh…! Unluurg muh roooit nuuuw, un durr neem of justoose!! (Unleg me right now, in the name of justice!)” is what Mika could word out to her captor. The smooth and luscious thighs of Gwendolyn making it hard to form a coherent sentence. Though the Avatar of Justice wouldn’t hold her breath on seeing if the smug socialite had any shred of mercy in her.

What this twin-tailed miscreant would be abjectly unaware of is that Gwendolyn had indeed dabbled her meticulously pedicured toes into the concealing craft of cosplaying. Many moons ago when a Tag-Team Championship belt adorned her waist, the world at large was captivated beyond words by the premiere debut of Mahou Shoujo Gwendolyn, a stalwart magical girl imbued with mystical powers who cast herself in the role of defender of imperial beauty, truth, justice, and most importantly, her own noble born sense of pride and superiority~...it was merely a phase. One that Gwendolyn had gotten through with bombastic theatricality during one of her title belt defenses at a Halloween PPV. AFW capitalizing posthaste with merchandise brandishing her apparel, although before Mika could begin drawing parallels between them besides their country of origin and hair color, Gwendolyn would make note to remind the heroine that such a frivolous dalliance was for merely for the sake of getting into the holiday spirit...and was not meant to be applied towards her everyday life lest she become an unadulterated laughing stock like this justice-minded buffoon here. Gwendolyn abiding scant few similarities to be drawn between the two, and was in fact striving to showcase the two Brit's stark differences. Such as the posh and proper upbringing that has Gwen exude sophisticated regality while Mika assuredly cobbled together a pitiable lifestyle that catered to her delusion ravings, and the clear and present gap in grappling expertise between the pair that Gwendolyn wished to emphatically demonstrate now that she was no longer being bludgeoned by this peasant's backside after having unfairly assaulted the heiress before she had properly readied herself for the match to begin.

A world-wide audience now witnessing their beloved hero as the snobbish blue-blood had always seen her...as a contemptible and pathetic embarrassment of a supposed warrior of "Justice". Babbling incomprehensibly and whittled down from the bombastic light-sworn heroine to this pitiable wretch having become undone by the flexed and creamy smoothness of her perfect thighs. Gwendolyn's grandiloquent posturing for the snapping cameras ceasing with a swiveling spin back to become seated once more, as if reclaiming her regal throne after having taken it upon her imperious self to bring this disobedient heroine to heel now quivering beneath her~...A delightful little imagining to amuse herself with as Gwendolyn smiled brilliantly while the referee dropped to her knees to studiously check the heroine for signs of a blathered submission, meek tap out, or outright unconsciousness. The full bloom of Gwen's royal breasts jutted outward as she softly panted, the plodding inertia of the match's momentum having matters grind to a standstill. Smatterings of swelled up applause from fans clapping in unison to rouse their heroine mattered naught to the snobbish highborn who tempered all of Mika's exuberant energy with merely a squeezed flex to the heroine's mushed face...until she'd mercifully unhook her legs of her own volition, granting Madam Kingsley a brief reprieve whilst jostling her to the side so she could slump face first onto the canvas. Gwendolyn ascending to a prim waltz before Mika, than proceeding to daintily prop her marble-white boot below the heroine’s chin, and elegantly guide her upward by raising her leg until the so-called Avatar Of Justice was brought to her humbled knees. A blatant showcasing of the struggling heroine being shamefully toyed with and puppetered by the heiress’ fanciful whims~…Gwendolyn rising her adversaries head up so she could witness the distraught anguish on her face and how it delighted the smug highborn. A brief session of pompous primping of her ringlets taking place before Gwen would withdraw her leg, and crack a brutal shoot kick square against Mika’s heroic breasts. A malicious act repeated nine more times to the masses booing discontent…

Pathetic sounding as it was, the near muffled cries were still in the character of one Mika Kaminashi. The Twin-Tailed Wonder highly doubted that the snooty socialite would acquiesce to her demand. Perhaps partly due to how Miss Kaminashi herself had denied Gwendolyn’s own request of a reprieve, sketchy as it was considering her past. Though in her defence, Mika had no reason to really trust the decorated veteran with what she has to say. She can’t afford to be gullible and be so easily duped by the heiress. She was calling upon the divine powers of wisdom to guide her in this match. It has helped her many times, and it will never fail her now. Such is expected with the Champion of Justice, the golden standard-bearer, the advocate of all things right and proper. Though even a stalwart proponent of fairness should meet a doer of evil halfway, extend the olive branch every now and then. The Avatar of Justice wasn’t just here to vanquish Gwendolyn, but in character, to show where she has erred and repent. Unlike Mahou Shoujo Gwendolyn, she wasn’t so inundated with derisions of grandeur. Kaminashi sought to save such a lost soul and give a chance of rehabilitation.

That is if she wanted to change her ways. From the moment the bell has rung, Gwendolyn was stubbornly set in her scornful ways. A path that may have granted her success wherever she stepped foot, but one that set her up for a devastating downfall. And not the kind that was when she lost the Entropy Championship either. Something much bigger. Whenever such an ominous prediction comes true remains to be seen, indeed not when the Twin-Tailed Wonder herself was trapped in the smooth, yet steely prison that is Gwendolyn’s legs. Short as her time in the squared circle is, compared to the haughty blueblood that is, this wasn’t the first situation where she was caught in the leggy embrace of an opponent. Although brief, she understood enough when someone is trying to sap the energy of a victim and when one was trying to completely take their lights out. This was leaning on the former, although Mika can feel the firm muscle of Gwen’s ballet-sculpted quadriceps, there wasn’t a danger of being knocked out between them…least if she wasn’t careful, that was. Not that Mika Kaminashi was the type to crumble from a mere figure-four headscissior, painful as it is on her cranium. Mika would be spared from the cameras as they take shots of her smooshed up face, Gwendolyn shifting to the normal position, feeling every pulse of power that her thighs could gather. Each tense made to chip down her resolve, strike down her defences and wear her down. A slower pace compared to Mika’s. Compounding more to the differences between them. No doubt more would appear as this match continues.

And Gwendolyn sought to keep the action going, at the expense of Mika no doubt. Even snooty socialites can show mercy at times. Mika took the chance to pull in the air into her body. She didn’t have to put effort to roll herself onto her front, Gwendolyn had done that for her as she was jostled face-first on the canvas. The same canvas that many veterans and legends have stood…it did take quite the effort to not think if this is the same canvas that women in the Hentai division shared with multiple orgasms on it. No doubt it would have been cleaned, but the thought would be weird. Mika’s buttocks would be exposed for the crowd to see, a slight jiggle after she was moved onto her front. Though the Avatar of Justice wouldn’t rest for so long. A dainty white boot would be propped below the chin of Mika, forcing the fellow Brit to rise up. Although she was supported, Mika didn’t really have much choice as she was lead upwards, her body lifted from the canvas, her front peeling off the floor till she would find herself on her knees. Considered a lowly position, one that Gwendolyn would take delight in, second before she would use the same leg to strike Mika right into her chest. The dressed shin crashed onto her breast, taking out air that she worked so hard to bring back in. The stinging pain radiation around her chest would grow much greater as Gwendolyn didn’t stop with just one. Akin to Mika’s earlier gut check in the corner, Gwen wasn’t holding back with each kick striking her jiggling breast. Twitching spastically, cheeks puffing, the slight dilation to her pupils, Mika was forced to take the shoot kicks from the golden heiress, the crowd booing loudly to bother to count. Swaying back and forth, being made nothing more than a simple sandbag for the snooty socialite to whack upon.

One would think that being class valedictorian and Student Council president for as many years as the positions were available for her in her high school would have already made Gwendolyn more than sufficiently qualified to take it upon herself to serve as an "educator" of sorts. Exalted among her peers as possessor of a genius level intellect who caught onto complex subjects with ease and at one point even organized the student council into a corporate boardroom of sorts, where disciplinary actions and school festivals were organized with the same level of professionalism that Gwendolyn would eventually utilize once several reigns of her families conglomerate would be placed within her dainty fingers. Such as it was that the corporate princess saw it well within her exorbitant capabilities to educate this deranged heroine on several matters. Not the least of which was learning to accept her lamentable lot in life as a toiling dreg of the underclass more fit to polish and/or worship the heiress' marble white Manolo Blahnik high-heeled shoes than deign to cast their lowly eyes upon her imperial magnificence. It was a lesson she's become more than accustomed to imparting throughout her glorious grappling tenure to all manners of obstinate peasantry, although she could at the very least bestow Madam Kingsley some form of credit of being a positive loon whom the types of which Gwendolyn could never recall having to square off against before. As to whether this could be ascertained as a compliment or not is up for a debate she'd rather not be a part of. The impudent irritant of a heroine had earned enough of Gwen's ire that the heiress was far too preoccupied in reveling in her lesson-plan for the day, continuing further with the posh blueblood elegantly guiding the forlorn avatar off of the canvas by the tip of her wrestling boot. A sight of pure pathetic subservience as if the heroine were being ushered out from her vanquished squalor to gaze her unworthy pupils upon the prim aristocrat who gracefully brought about her pitiable defeat. An appropriate showcase of symbolism that she smirked snootily at.

Eventually Madam Kinsley was well and duly positioned upon her knees, a worshipful stance that the heroine should have been adopting far sooner if Gwendolyn had any say in the matter. And it was the perfect position for the heiress to continue putting her empowered legs to work, one cocked back shoot kick following another and thwacking the Avatar's fulsome breasts to a jiggled bounce. A stunning royal beauty of Gwen's caliber now quite literally stunning the twin-tailed wonder into a state of swaying stupification. A flexing of her perfect thighs and a dainty pivot on her other foot bringing about swift yet savage strikes that sliced through the air that ushered the heroine farther and farther back before she reflexively righted her wobbled posture for the next impending punt. Nary a single, solitary voice of support being uttered as the heiress continued her ceaseless barrage of punts to her foe’s heroic breasts, at one point threatening to have them spring free of their leotard confines. Those booing voices of dissent being an unsurprising occurrence given that their beloved heroine was naught but a puffy-cheeked kicking bag succumbing to the snooty elitists own brand of Imperial Justice. That is until what must have been the ninth strike, when Gwendolyn would cease her assault and proceed to primly fluff up her golden ringlets before angling down to begin primping up Mika's disheveled countenance. Readjusting her top, straightening out her collar, wafting hair out of her eyesight, and swiping spittle off her bottom lip before cupping her chin and pursing her lips. "Now...I beg your pardon, but would you be ever so kind in reiterating what you were babbling about earlier? I'm afraid I couldn't quite make you out~..." Gwendolyn elegantly requested while face to squished face with a wholesome smile...before abandoning all pretense of caring about whatever it was the heroine was blathering on about by standing up and hooking her leg behind Mika's neck. Taking Mika's hand and extending the heroine's arm outward before attempting her face implanting signature move, Royal Subjugation~...