Bright's Out! (Estelle Bright vs Gilbert Stein)

"Sorry, didja say something? Couldn't hear you over all this 'winning' I'm currently doing!" Estelle winked down at the opponent under her. She'd been making easy work of him so far, and as her body crashed down upon Gilbert's exposed abs, she actually thought a 3 count this early on was a very real possibility here. She watched with concentrated eyes as the referee's hand clapped the mat once...twice...! Her heart skipped a beat. Had she really done it? This early, and this easily? That notion came as quickly as it had appeared, wiped away as Gilbert threw an arm up and thrusted his shoulder upwards to break the pin. "Dammit...!" Her gaze was thrown to the nearby turnbuckle, and she glanced down at the foppish frenchman. Then to the turnbuckle. Then back down to him.

An impish smirk began to spread across the girl's lips. "Well, when this has been such a cakewalk already...why not?" The girl pushed herself up, giving Gilbert's cheek a couple of light pats. "Fun as it is beating you up, there comes a point when it just becomes sad, y'know? So let me take pity on you and end it here and now!" Estelle would then practically leap over to the corner, beginning to ascend the ropes until she was balanced just over the top of the metal pole. The unsteady rhythm of the ropes causing her to bop up and down as the excitement of the crowd began to build to a crescendo, the firebrand holding a finger into the air to hype them up further. "Get your phones out folks, because you're about to see THE Cassius Bright's daughter win her first match! Remember to tell your friends and family where you were at this moment!" The girl seemed more caught up trying to psyche up the crowd for the moment, rather than focusing upon her presumed down and out target below...

Even within Gilbert's justifiably discombobulated mindset, correlations were beginning to be noticed between the blood-feuding competitors. In particular Gilbert's insistence on correcting and instructing the twin-tailed spitfire and her obstinate insistence on disregarding his sage words of wisdom. The currently Flattened Frenchman knew perfectly well that she could hear him considering their close proximity after dynamically splashing across him, now swathed in her warmth in the pin attempt narrowly circumvented by her adversary's split second upheaval. Unknowingly denying Estelle the acclaim of a record-breaking victory, albeit one that was impending regardless considering the abject ownage being displayed from the unadulterated ease with which Estelle was dominating the proceedings. A rallying warcry swirled about behind the Bright daughter's shellacking of her foe as she jaunted towards the turnbuckle.

"HrrrGh...BlArGh...DiD...soMeoNe meNtiOn cAke?" Gilbert, meanwhile in the background, was beginning to wearily arise back up to a seated position, inadvertently thanks to Estelle's patronizing patting against his cheeks jostling him awake. The aftereffects of the running bulldog cramming him upon his forehead were beginning to dissipate thankfully although his swirling irises remained and perfectly exemplified the manner in which the room was still continuing to spin. The audience was nevertheless roused up into an enthusiastic fervor by Estelle's top rope theatricality, vehemently believing with cheering adulation that she had this lopsided match in the bag. Except until Gilbert began sluggishly ascending on uneven footing, a drunken stance taken as the frazzled frenchman started crossing over his own feet in an uncoordinated stumble towards the adjacent ring ropes. Instinctively snagging onto them to keep himself upright, but jostling them ferociously in the process...

Honestly, this entire match had been so easy thus far that it was trivial in Estelle's eyes. Defeating a chump as foppish as Gilbert wasn't exactly the most noteworthy win, but it would nonetheless be a satisfying one. If only to shut the Frenchman's constant yapping like a dog that didn't know when to stop barking. As Estelle raised her finger into the air and gazed around the audience, she felt the unwavering attention of the crowd upon her, cameras flashing throughout the arena. What better way to seal her future as the successor to the Bright legacy, making pro wrestling history just as her father had done? This would be all over social media by the end of the night.

Suddenly, the ropes jostled under her! "Huh?!" The girl was dragged out of her thoughts and back into the reality of the ring, as she spotted her adversary snagging onto the ropes! She'd knocked him for such a loop that he grabbed them ferociously, seemingly not even realising what he was inadvertently doing to her balance! "H-Hey, get away from there! Shoo!" Her legs wobbled due to the unsteady rhythm of the ropes, and before she knew it, Estelle was toppling from them onto the canvas below! "W-Whoa!!"

WHAM. With a sharp cry of "Oof!!", Estelle landed squarely upon her head, which took the brunt of her fall. Her body briefly raised up before flopping down, leaving the girl to stare upwards towards the skylights. Her skull was ringing painfully, and there was a vacant look in her eyes. That...was a hard fall. A painful one. The effects might not be immediately clear, but she certainly wasn't going to be rising back up onto her feet anytime soon. Not by her own will, anyway.

Not since Gilbert's last wine-tasting excursion had the Blue-Haired Blueblood been this distinctly inebriated and foppishly befuddled. Gilbert lost amidst a belligerent world of swirling distortions and warbled audience chatter until mercifully grasping onto the tethered lifeline that was the top rope. Breathing heavily with emphatic blinking in between cradling his forehead as the beleaguered Frenchman struggled to straighten out his muddled eyesight. Gilbert being positively perturbed and addlepated, excuse the obscenity, from this contemptible harlot taking such uncivilized liberties throughout the course of her unwarranted and unearned momentary advantage. Blathering on about her father's inane training regimen in regards to feeling and experience. Pure poppycock, he says. All while slandering his own cultured and gentlemanly wrestling training in the process. The sheer nerve of this Bright scoundrel!!!

Gilbert ruefully concocting his own vengeance-fueled countermeasures in order to swerve the match's momentum back in his own refined favor...incompetently unaware of what was transpiring behind him all throughout. All eyes within the audience being fixated on the Bright daughter's jubilant posturing and subsequent anti-climactic downfall upon the crown of her head. The enthusiastic wind being sucked right out of the arena in one fell pratfall that Gilbert was nevertheless none the wiser to as he started making headway in regaining a steadied posture. The Frenchman resolute in regaining traction in this match even while he staggered onward with squinting vision and hand on the back of his head. Jelly for leg muscles as he lurched around until he'd accidentally cross one foot over the other and plummet downward with his face brutally crammed into the sweet spot between Estelle's legs for a flopping foppish headbutt where everyone dreads to receive one. Prince or pauper.

That fall to the canvas was hard on her skull. And the effects were clearly showing itself. Estelle's eyes were glazed over, shimmering like glass. Her head was numb, and foggy at the same time. Lying down like this, exposed and vulnerable, her arrogant opponent is at his leisure to do whatever he desires next to her. Her vision shakes back and forth, as she catches sight of the French nobleman shuddering into view, not helped by the fact that her adversary was also unsteady upon his feet.

So unsteady, in fact, that he would imminently trip over his two left feet. And nail the unprepared Estelle in her most sensitive of spots for a brutal headbutt! "Owwww!!" The girl would make her pain well known to the masses and her foe with a sharp, shrill screech that would echo around the arena. "J...Jerk...!" To her, the move had been a calculated, purposeful assault and not the blunder of a fool who also had trouble deducing where he currently was. But either way, Estelle's crotch was throbbing with pain, and her legs were reduced to quivering jelly. All while Gilbert remained nestled between her legs.

Unfortunately for Estelle, the official didn't share in the Bright sister's assumption that Gilbert's muff dive was an intentional disregard for the rules considering his drunken inebriation beforehand. And therefore the referee was unable to issue a disqualification unless flagrant intent was observed to be behind it. Chalking it up as an unhappy coincidence on Estelle's behalf that she'd be on the receiving end of such a thick-skulled nitwit. Speaking of, Gilbert huffed heated belligerence against the warmth he'd become nuzzled up comfortably against betwixt Estelle's thighs until ending the provocative imagery by beginning to rise up to his knees of his own accord. Bewildered disorientation on the flustered Frenchman's visage as his head swirled for a second until jostling his vision straight once more, than taken aback by the twin-tailed beauty now languishing miserably in a helpless state.

"Eh?! What in blue blazes..." Gilbert gawked down at the languishing Bright sister with no recollection as to how they ended up trading predicaments, although he seemed eager to capitalize and make bold assumption in spite of the exact details escaping him. "W-Well Well, the tide has certainly turned now that I've begun taking this match seriously, hasn't it?" Gilbert snidely mocked as he arose but carrying Estelle with him, arms tightened around her waist with the back of her knees hooked over his shoulders. Skirt flipped downward as she dangled upside down in a clear attempt at a piledriver...but Gilbert having miscalculated the strength in his legs, was now teetering forward with a last second hop and would pancake her into the canvas in an accidental Styles Clash. A confused audience baffled but nevertheless applauding at Gilbert displaying such wrestling prowess...

Left to roll back and forth upon the canvas, clutching between her legs from where the blueblood had (intentionally or not), Estelle was too preoccupied with pain to give attention to her adversary...and even if she did focus, the brunette could hardly do anything about it in her current plight. The most she was capable of was hissing a strained "Cheater...!" up at Gilbert as the frenchman stood over her, his smug tone taunting her before he bent down to lock his arms around the girl's waist. Her legs hung over the blue haired male's shoulders, and as she began to get an inverted picture of where she was, she felt a draft against her thighs that weren't there previously...

The panicked girl gaped up, turning bright red as her panties were exposed to the audience. "A-Aaaah!! D-Don't look there, you pervert!!" She chided Gilbert, assuming this was another purposeful move on the frenchman's part. But she was still feeling the effects of her concussion, and therefore unable to break free of his grip. The girl could only brace herself for the inevitable tombstone...only for Gilbert to tilt forward and slam the girl's back onto the canvas, with his own toned body crashing down upon hers for extra impact! "Urk!!!" Estelle's eyes widened - not only because of the pain, but because Gilbert's sleek glistening abs were pressed fully against her face, leaving her unable to ignore the toned, rock-hard feel of them...

Gilbert's immutable pride as a nobleman decreed he refrain from partaking in any duplicitous chicanery, including whatever frivolous accusations Estelle was seething about earlier. Gil would have taken it upon himself to defend his honor against Estelle's incoherent blathering...were he capable of remembering the past minute or so himself after having his cranium thoroughly rattled the entire time. However manner he managed to wrestle control back in the match, he was supremely confident it was a glorious showcasing of his natural grappling talent over Estelle's country bumpkin brute strength. A perfect demonstration he intended to duplicate via an attempted piledriver that went simultaneously wrong and right for him as he instead fumbled forward into a comedic pratfall that did the job regardless.

"Hmmm~..." Gilberts overestimation of his core strength ending with him splatting supine atop his frazzled twintail rival and unintentionally nuzzling himself comfortably between Estelle's athletic legs. Mistaking them for soothing pillows he snuggled his cheeks against with Estelle instead experiencing the chiseled definition from Gilbert's abdominals swelled against her face. For all of the nobleman's pontificating fabrications, his musculature was truthfully of the flawless variety~...Gilbert himself awakening with blinking eyes but huffing out in exertion as he arose once more with Estelle upside-down. A determined glare peeking out above the pantied curvature of Estelle's rump, fixated on attempting the perfect piledriver again...only for him to leap and splash down on the squashed Bright once more.

The move hadn't quite gone the way Gilbert or Estelle had expected it to, but the effectiveness couldn't be denied. Gilbert's chiselled abs slammed down upon Estelle's vision as the froppish frenchman plopped down between her thighs. Estelle's groan of pain quickly gave way to reluctant moans as her opponent's face brushed against her thighs at his own leisure. Dammit...how did a chump like him have such well defined abs...? And this position! It was a complete mockery. As Gilbert huffed in exertion, he climbed back to his feet as he tugged Estelle up with him in that familiar inverted position, making her already concussed head even foggier as her world was flipped upside down again.

"H-Hold on, are you...trying to piledrive me again?!" Estelle's legs squirmed next to his head as she was equally impressed and dumbfounded by his resolute stupidity. "Y-You're doing it all wrong! Your form is a-all over the place! And you're nowhere NEAR strong enough for it, i-idiot!!" But Gilbert's determination meant her words ultimately fell on deaf ears, as Gilbert would leap up and ultimately slam his body down in an awkward splash upon the girl's already aching face once more. "Grrkk!!" Gilbert's immaculate abs obscured Estelle's view for a second time as they collided against her, this time dizzying the girl and leaving her murmuring against his toned abdominal region...

...Dammit, they were nice abs...

Bah, as if a refined wrestling prodigy of Gilbert Stein's exalted pedigree would even entertain the notion of listening to the half-witted blathering of his uncouth familial rival. Which was assuredly meant to obfuscate the noblewoman's exquisite wrestling strategy when she was abjectly helpless before it's magnificence~...although his form was anything but magnificent and was indeed all over the place as the Frenchman visibly struggled to keep Estelle aloft with huffed exertion and jittering steps. Gravity eventually sparing everyone the anticipation of what was to come as it was yet another forward pitched splashdown. Confused commentators at ringside begrudgingly offering the Pompous Frenchman a small modicum of kudos for the bold...if not unconventional, wrestling strategy unfurling before themas his foe continued to be subjected to the humiliation of apparently being outwrestled by the Foppish Dandy.

Having had the wind knocked him meant the stupefied blueblood would nestle further against his twin-tailed adversary, including the sweat-sheened warmth of his defined abdominals grinded twice now into her mushed facials. Practically swathing her against the sculpted rigidity until her mutterings jostled Gilbert back to life. Arising back to his knees somewhat confused, but pleased with the aftermath."...Uh...Ah ha, a mere piledriver you say? Ha, twas merely a ruse. These maneuvers were all part of my original design in the first place~..." Gilbert pontificated with a star glistened sparkle around his smirking face, but afterwards taking little time in torquing in a grounded side headlock upon Estelle. Flexed strength assigned to it as he shuffled Estelle up to her knees where another embarrassment waited her...demoralizing noogies courtesy of his infamous Glamour Headlock~...