Jackpot PPV: Poker Match: Gwendolyn versus Alaina

Dislodged from her pin attempt but scarcely dispirited, a fatigued Gwendolyn shifted back up to her knees except with vainglorious elation on her smug visage upon confirming the pin score on the monolithic screen. "Unless mine eyes deceive me, I appear to be on the cusp of attaining a Royal Flush, whereas all a pathetic ogre like yourself can barely cobble together is a lowly pair. Perhaps it's best you tap out rather than endure further embarrassment from a high roller such as myself~..." Gwendolyn snobbishly practiced using as many gambling terms as she could before snagging the Amazon's hair and dragging her up off the canvas, afterward thrusting Alaina's head in between her fish-net stocking clad thighs and beneath her bunny-tailed backside. Primly fluffing up her golden curls to the audience's booing dismay before attempting to hook the Amazon's arms in preparation for her prestigious Imperial Pedigree...

Supremely confident in having bested her Bunny-zonian adversary now that she had secured such a commanding lead, Gwendolyn positioned Alaina for what she intended to be the grandiloquent coup de grace and cementation of the following pin counts in her favor. Except that it seemed her rabbit-tailed foe was not quite as incapacitated as the socialite would have preferred. Gwendolyn yelping out from being abruptly up-heaved up and over Alaina for an inelegant backdrop slam, afterward shuffling to her knees with a flinching grimace and one hand braced against her back.

The record for the highest bunny hop of the casino themed night was regrettably claimed by the airborne aristocrat catapulted up and over the resurgent Amazon to startling heights. Gwendolyn flailing with widened eyes to a back-slamming splashdown that in impact alone had the Bunny Heiress springing to her side before she shuffled herself up to her knees in snarling discontent. Eventually beset upon from behind by the rabid rabbit Amazon squeezing down on Gwendolyn's midsection with a waistlock that popped her up to her feet, before savagely suplexing her onto the back of her head and shoulders. The frazzled aristocrat tucked and rolled back to her knees but would immediately slump against the nearby ropes in a befuddled and dazed stupor...

Gwendolyn's imperial ringlets ended up being subjected to the same boorish woman-handling she always detested, but was apparently it was their pre-ordained fate within this contemptible wrestling league as Gwendolyn unwillingly yielded to Alaina's yanking guidance. The snobbish bunny-girl being effortlessly hoisted upward and plunged back down in one elementary slam after another. A trio of scoop slams vexingly dubbed The Three Slammigos that the heiress somehow felt further mortified to be losing to considering their dim-witted moniker. Weathering the impending avalanche of Amazonian scoop slams was a feat in and of itself. Each basic slam billowing the wind right out of her beneath the flexing Amazon striking a ravishing pose that showcased the Amazonian muscle that was overpowering the spoiled brat to uproarious adulation for the fan favorite.

The same socialite who had become lethargic by the time of the third slammigo, now nothing more than a slamming ragdoll with sagging arms and drawled panting before being hefted into her foe's arms like a child, although now with the indignity of having her regal rump spanked to an alluring jiggle that jokingly emphasized Allie's point before being pitched back down. Bunny Gwen's frame splayed out on her back with a blushed tint, although through her squinting eyes came the Amazonian shadow of the muscled mass pancaking her down to the canvas with a jolting uptick of her legs and wide-eyed, puff cheeked exhale before flopping back down. The aristocrats abundant bosom mushed beneath Allie's sweat caked physique for a cocky pin attempt that earned her another two counts to her win tally before Gwen twitched her shoulder off the canvas.

Gwendolyn's prospects for emerging victorious in this woefully downward spiraling casino-themed match were dwindling at an exceptionally drastic and pained pace. Akin to an Amazonian freight train on the rampaging warpath, the snobbish casino bunny felt herself incapable to do much aside from becoming mowed down from one junction to another. Stars swirled about her noggin as the muscled bunny girl yanked Gwen to a quivering verticality with startling ease. Only vaguely aware of her glamorous surroundings and still completely under Alaina's control once tugged into a full on sprint culminating with bouncing off of the ropes and back towards the middle of the ring, where the enzuigiri connected with a BOOM that floored the pompous aristocrat like a folded over accordion. Cotton-tailed backside in the air before unfolding to a splayed-out slump, and in quite a great deal of misery, thank you very much.