The Perfectionists: Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt (D) vs Kyo Akamatsu (D)

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"Mmmph...ggghk..." Kyo was caught between the mat and a soft place, in a manner of speaking, as Gwendolyn's well executed headlock managed to cut off his air supply and squeeze his head like a walnut waiting to be cracked. If that fact wasn't bad enough, the fact that he was also getting a faceful of her cleavage made it extremely difficult to concentrate. A part of Kyo wondered if this was deliberate, and then he corrected himself: knowing Gwendolyn's haughty nature, it absolutely had to be deliberate.

Red faced, both from the lack of air and from more than a little arousal, Kyo had nonetheless figured out an escape plan-- to push back on Gwen's chin and force her head back far enough to snag her in a headscissor-- when suddenly Gwen was standing again, pulling Kyo up with her in the process. Surprised, Kyo barely had time to react before Gwen burst into a run...and then stars exploded across Kyo's vision as his face was introduced quite brutally to the mat as the heiress nailed him with a perfectly timed bulldog! The impact left Kyo lying facedown on the mat, momentarily stunned by Gwen's decisive strike...

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Gwendolyn's dainty figure belied the formidable strength she possessed from having spent several years now achieving peak physical fitness and garnering quite the storied wrestling career as a result. Deadlifting heftier adversaries into pristine suplexes is not a feasible feat without some degree of muscled fortitude, an immutable fact that Kyo was learning about the heiress given the tightened torque with which her side headlock was snugly applied. As for whether Gwendolyn intentionally swathed her svelte softness against Kyos buried facials, well she figured she derived no more satisfaction from it than if roles were reversed between them and her adversary was the one mushing the haughty blueblood's countenance against his chiseled physique with the intent to flummox and/or fluster Gwendolyn into a more compliant state.

...which is to say that of course she did it intentionally. And with all the deliberate cunning that she performed her face smashing springboard bulldog afterwards. Gwendolyn now pridefully knelt beside the splayed-out samurai with a smug smirk but paying heed to swipe the spittle from the side of her voluptuous chest where Kyo's head formally found its heavenly home. "Now then. Would this be the opportune time to remark about thine own lowborn lot in life and how you typically find yourself tripping over your own feet with your face embedded in the dirt? Or should I merely ask for your surrender?" Gwendolyn sweetly queried in reference to Kyo's earlier quip, all while taking the time to hoist his head off the canvas just enough to wrap her divine thighs around his cranium in a figure four headscissor as she sat on her royal backside.

[Underdoggo]

Colors were now dancing across Kyo's vision as he lay sprawled on his front, groaning a little after having been introduced so violently to the mat by his aristocratic opponent. Gwendolyne had now taken control of this match in dramatic style, and even as he lay stunned on his front, he could hear her mirthful taunting, and practically imagined her doing something haughty like brushing those golden curls of her backwards. The fact that he had momentarily been paralyzed by her...well, assets...made it all the more embarassing.

Stunned as he was, Kyo was easy prey as Gwen rolled him over onto his back: a few seconds later, Kyo felt her smooth thighs wrapping around his head and throat-- a position he didn't get a chance to enjoy as he soon felt the air being throttled out of him. He rasped and gasped, pawing at her legs, his reply to her retort lost as she began to crush his head like a walnut.

Red-faced, Kyo knew he had to act. Continuing to pry at Gwen's legs, Kyo would press his feet against the mat, and arch up, trying to roll the two of them over onto their fronts. If he managed that, then Kyo would press down on Gwen's ankles, pouring all of his strength into trying to wrench his head free and, hopefully, in the bargain, neatly folding Gwen's ankles behind her butt, leaving him vulnerable to a possible follow up move.

Of course, if Kyo failed to roll the haughty blueblood over, then he would settle for the next best thing: pressing his booted heels against the mat, he would try to spring backwards, aiming to hopefully latch his own legs around Gwen's head and flip the two of them over! Hopefully, if all things went right, then he would end up sitting on the mat, with Gwen's shoulders now pressed against the mat...and, unintentionally, with her butt rising unceremoniously into the air, and her face now positioned embarassingly close to Kyo's crotch...

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One should not fault Kyo for becoming so enraptured to the point of delirium once graced to be within such close proximity to Gwendolyn's flawless physique and supple abundance. Virile strength and respectable wrestling aptitude can only go so far once blinded by the vainglorious beauty of a certain snobbish sophisticate who graces him with her regal presence. The ease with which Gwendolyn turned the metaphorical tables being sufficient evidence to all of the aforementioned above in her smug eyes, now seemingly resigning Kyo's fate to the svelte imprisonment of her blissful thighs. Subtly flexing every muscle within her lovely legs and making them swell slightly as the blueblood balanced herself on the palms of her hands. Smirking delightedly once she started noticing the humid warmth from Kyo's strained breathes against her smooth skin and about expecting chortled panting to be the elder sibling's overall response to Gwendolyn's prim and poised request for his submission.

What Gwendolyn did not expect however was fervent resistance to be his subsequent rejoinder, sucking her teeth with an irritated scowl from Kyo somehow summoning the strength to swivel them over...a direction that the crafty heiress continued to turn for a complete rotation until they were right back where they started. "Tch...As if I would be undone by so rudimentary a-" Gwendolyn's posh snobbery would be undone by the tightened clench of Kyo's legs around the noblewoman's head, yelping before being overturned in a rolling reversal of fortunes. One which had her leotard clad rump upturned and showcased for everyone's gawking pleasure, alongside her grimacing facials tucked between his legs and an inch separating her from where no dignified highborn should find their face. The referee counting this as a pin, but only reaching TWO before a squirming heiress would rotate them forward once again. The same pin attempted, except with the perfect curvature of Gwen's backside swelled against the Samurai's chin.

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Kyo didn't pause to think about how embarassing this hold might have been for Gwendolyn, or for that matter, how suggestive it might have been. Thus far in this match, it had been a battle of the two of them constantly countering one another, each move matched by another, to the point where they were now trading pin attempts. It was a very genteel way of fighting, as neither of them had yet chosen to get truly brutal with one another. For all of her snobbishness and her inability to keep quiet for more than two seconds, Kyo did appreciate this about Gwen. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this refined duel of theirs.

The countdown commenced, but it only reached two before Gwen suddenly surged beneath him, and suddenly Kyo was rolling forward, thrown over onto his back. In a split second, their hold was reversed: Kyo's backside was now forced into the air, in a posture that he realized was quite undignified, and his own face...

...was staring directly forward into the soft, blue lycra-covered roudness of Gwen's posterior.

His face turned beet red, and for several near-fatal seconds, Kyo was distracted. So distracted, at least, that he barely caught the referee's pin count reaching two again.

Reacting quickly, Kyo would try to kick back with his legs back again, hoping to unbalance Gwen and making her topple backwards! If he managed this, then Kyo would quickly roll to lie across her, his pectorals inadvertently pressing down against Gwen's face as he hooked one of her legs for yet another pin in return. "I would suggest you stay down, madam," Kyo breathed, even as the ref girl started the countdown again...

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Gwendolyn considered herself capable of suspending her disbelief whenever the situation called for a broader perspective. Except even she thought that it stretched credulity for Kyo to be abjectly unaware of the scandalous innuendos concerning just where he tucked the heiress' refined facials during their pinning interplay. Aghast from ascertaining what she was on the cusp of nestling her posh countenance against, the regal blueblood channeled that specific outrage into countering Kyo's pinning predicament into one of her own fashion. The role reversal seating Gwendolyn atop a hunched over Kyo whose own appealing distractions would become snuggled against the bottom of his chin. A spandex tightened heavenly derriere and practically caked royalty eclipsing his vision and thoughts in all likelihood the further Gwendolyn secured the hold bundling up her adversary. The captivated audience counting along with each nearfall...

"Persistence may be a virtue...but so is acknowledging one's inferiority..." Gwendolyn chided whilst glancing over her shoulder at the fallen Samurai, expecting the continuing pin count to signal her victory but having those expectations dashed nevertheless. An inelegant yelp overheard as Kyo circumvented his dire predicament and barreled over into an advantageous situation for him...but mortifying one for Gwendolyn. The smug aristocrat splayed out on her back whose posh visage was now sunken between the rippling pectorals hefted upon her, uncharacteristically subdued against the sweltering warmth of the male smother throughout the pin count...until dramatically shifting over on the cusp of her defeat. Swiveling them over in what appeared to be another pinning reversal, except the heiress, now sporting a flummoxed scowl, would swiftly stand upright for a leaping double foot stomp into her foe's midsection before striding off in a huff.

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For a brief second, Kyo held the advantage as he now lay down against Gwen, inadvertently pressing his pectorals against her face as he covered her for the pin. He felt her warm, startled breath against his chest as the ref girl started the countdown...

...only for the blonde heiress to suddenly twist her body sharply, and then suddenly the two of them were being rolled over again. Now it was Gwen's turn to be on top, and Kyo braced himself for her to attempt a pin in reply. A pin attempt that never came: instead, standing to her full height, Gwen leapt up and let gravity be her weapon instead, bringing booth booted feet down hard on Kyo's midsection!

"UUAGH!" Kyo gagged, the blow sending him rolling to the side, clutching his hurting midsection. After what had been a constant back and forth dance of pin attempts, Gwen seemed to have finally decided she had had enough of subtlety, and instead had rather indelicately started resorting to heavy blows. Fine, he thought even as he grimaced in pain. If the lady wished to declare war, then war it would be...

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Crestfallen onlookers derided the abrupt abandonment of the genuinely stellar wrestling interplay demonstrated between both competitors. Showered boos overheard as the Regal Blueblood strode across the ring in flustered exasperation. Grimaced irritation on her imperialistic facials from simultaneously having her refined grappling tactics countered at every turn, alongside the suggestive positions she'd been subjected to that for the briefest of instances she found herself...pleasantly, distracted within. Gwendolyn uncharacteristically venting via kicking the bottom rope knowing full well that by resorting to strikes first between them she'd seemingly conceded that Kyo was the superior mat-based technician. The stakes for this match rising immensely in her noble eyes as she turned around to notice her coughing adversary begin to start rising of his own accord. "Tch, so be it. Consider the white gloves effectively discarded..." Gwendolyn scowled with a newfound determination as she stealthily approached Kyo from beside him, striking a balletic pose typically performed before her beauteous Divine Wrath finisher, attempted thusly~...

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Admittedly, Kyo shared some of the audience's sentiments over the abrupt end to their interplay. It was so rare to find an opponent who could match him move for move, who was willing to go on for a skilled exchange of move and countermove when it came to grappling. He could not blame Gwen for ending that exchange (painful as it had been) but he wanted to believe that the heiress had been enjoying it as much as he had. Sadly, now she seemed intent on taking this match quite seriously. Fine then. Kyo was nothing if not serious.

He sat up, and turned just in time to see Gwen striding towards him from the side, striking a balletic pose. As...admittedly graceful as Gwen looked, alarm bells rang in Kyo's head. He knew what Gwen was about to attempt. He had seen it before.

Without thinking, he rolled to his feet, and lashed out with a kick, just as Gwen gracefully turned with a kick of her own. Their legs smacked together in midair...and then Kyo twisted his leg sharply, using it to try to hook Gwen's and trip her down onto her front in a smoothe, fluid motion-- his signature Oji Waza counter.

Spoiler

If all of this went off without a hitch-- and Kyo wasn't left sprawled on his back by Gwen's balletic kick, then he would kneel over the downed heiress, grip the leg she had just tried to strike him with, and, gripping it with both hands, wrench it backwards, pulling it over his shoulder as he tried to lock in a stretch muffler! "Very well madam," he would breathe, "then you will pardon me for being less than gentlemanly from this point onwards..."

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A dignified highborn of Gwendolyn's refined regality cared naught for the court of public opinion and the trivial peasantry encompassing it, which included the mindless masses occupying the stadium today who shared in Kyo's fervent discontent from the blueblood circumventing what had become one of the more captivating grappling exchanges ever witnessed within the federation. Vaguely enticing though Gwendolyn found their competitive jousting to be, she considered it to be a stalemate in her imperious mindset and nothing more. One that nevertheless deserved a definitive tiebreaker, with the heiress intending to break more than just a tie with her pirouette roundhouse kick, Divine Wrath. An elegant coup de grâce that had befallen many of Gwendolyn's previous adversaries to their kayoed lament, but had never been so swiftly blocked and seamlessly countered in mid strike before.

Balked bewilderment painted across her facials in the split second before having that same face be smacked off the canvas by a pivoting twist of their hooked legs. A noticeable wiggle to her perfect backside as Gwen's head bounced off the canvas and a disoriented grimace sported until she noticed her same leg captured and beginning to become angled over itself. "AH!!!" Gwendolyn yelping reflexively as she scrambled to escape but was ultimately locked into the submission, her sublime thigh torqued over Kyo's shoulders with burning flares ignited within all of her flexed leg muscles. The haughty blueblood cradling her golden-curled head while hiding her face against the canvas, screams of agony muffled into the ring canvas as Gwendolyn languished within the hold. Not having an answer for the submission other than to refuse all notions of surrendering no matter how many times the blasted official asked...