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

[Underdoggo]

Given what he had seen of Gwen's almost balletic performance so far, Kyo had no doubts now as to the heiress' agility and skill when it came to delivering strikes. Indeed, the heiress was more than living up to her reputation, and was proving a versatile match for Kyo at every opportunity. Had he not been as adept at counters as he was, he no doubt would have felt the full force of Gwen's (supposedly) Divine Wrath.

Unfortunately for Gwen, counters were one thing that Kyo spent a lot of time practicing: he practically saw the brief look of surprised terror in Gwen's face as her leg was ensnared, before she went falling face-first onto the mat in an undignified flop.

And then, a second later, the blueblood was screaming against the mat as Kyo torqued that long leg of hers further than it was meant to go, testing even Gwen's impressive flexibility with a cruel stretch muffler. The rationale behind the move was as practical as it was ruthless: he wanted to hamper Gwen's mobility, and to make it harder for her to use the Divine Wrath on him in future. And if she tapped out, all the better.

Except, Gwen was most decidedly NOT tapping out, even as the ref girl asked her. At this stage of the match, Kyo knew, Gwen was going to tap out easily: she was prideful, and therefore stubborn. Time, then, for her to learn a lesson in humility.

Relaxing his grip on Gwen's leg, Kyo would try to grab Gwen's other leg as well, and fold her boots over one another folding her legs neatly across her thighs and butt. If he managed that, then he would lock his legs around Gwen's trapped ankles, locking them in place, before leaning forward to reach for Gwen's wrists: if he managed that then he would pull them back, thus pulling back on Gwen's upper body as he tried to lock in a modified surfboard hold!

"Are you ready to tap, madam," he breathed, "or are we going to have to test out your impressive flexibility even more?" Even as he asked, he would tilt sideways so that the two of them were on their sides, stretching Gwen's body outwards as he tried to maintain the hold...

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Scant few seconds were afforded to Gwendolyn who was still befuddled at how she ended up sprawled out on the canvas in the first place. The seamless counter catching Gwendolyn off guard and making a blatant mockery of one of her most dreaded finishers in the process. Kyo's wrestling expertise and innate athleticism quickly becoming a vexing issue that she had long since ceased finding the need to compliment him upon, and became far more concerned with not succumbing to them instead. The stretch muffler being thoroughly locked in before the posh blueblood could even muster a haughty syllable, Gwendolyn taking concerted breaths to calm herself down in between her snarling discontent. Searing though the pain in her leg was, her balletic background and honed flexibility assured her a certain level of leeway in enduring the submission. Yet even these endurance levels were now becoming thoroughly tested the further she was manipulated from one angled misery to another.

"...Hgh...Cease...this infernal..." Gwendolyn spitefully rebuked through panting breathes once she noticed her smooth legs being crossed over eachother before settled against her royal rump, squirming beneath him but ultimately helpless to resist having her fatigued frame manipulated by the elder Akamatsu sibling taking his time in performing a veritable exhibition of submissions upon the snobbish blueblood. An indignant yelp on her part once hoisted upward with her fulsome figure on gawking display to the appreciation his fans as she found herself staring up at the bright lights of the arena. Sheened in perspiration as her golden ringlets dangled beneath her to complete with seconds passing as the strained stretching started making her contemplate the unthinkable...until Kyo tilted to the side with a slumped collapse on Gwen's part. Fidgeting one of her arms free of her adversary's grasp and reaching for the bottom rope, now only made accessible thanks to Kyo's shifting them in that direction.

[Underdoggo]

Gwendolyn's usual loquaciousness had all but disappeared at this point, replaced by her heavy breathing and groans as Kyo locked in the stretch muffler. She only had time to give a faint, pained expression of outrage before Kyo shifted the hold, expertly transitioning into a modified surfboard hold that moved the pressure from Gwen's leg to her back. Aside from a pained yelp, Gwen said little, but Kyo knew that the hold had to be wearing away at the slender heiress as he contorted her spine, putting her whole figure on display to the audience as he tested her dancer's flexibility to its limits.

Gwen, however, had endurance to match her skill, and Kyo saw her reach an arm out. Too late, he saw how close to the ropes they were, and too late, he saw her grab a hold of the bottom rope. With an irritated sigh, Kyo released Gwendolyn, letting her flop unceremoniously to the mat...all the while, of course, secretly impressed by the snooty heiress' ability to withstand punishment. It was one of a select few admirable traits in an otherwise vain and arrogant woman. Indeed, the audience were equally impressed, and they clapped as Gwen managed to secure a rope break.

Standing up, Kyo strode over towards Gwen and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her to her feet before pushing her against the ropes. "Very impressive, madam," he said, "but not enough to win this." And with that, he would whip Gwen towards the ropes. The moment Gwen came rebounding back, Kyo would run to intecept her, ducking low to get behind her and throw her off balance...right before spinning around, hoping to nail her in the side of the head with a sneaky spin-kick that would, if it landed, daze the heiress and leave her floored!

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Preferable though Gwendolyn may have found it to continue her eloquent pontificating towards the elder sibling with her verbose vernacular, conserving her breathes and concentrating on circumventing the dire moment at hand were all the vainglorious heiress could hope to think about. Withstanding Kyo's wretched submissions becoming an even more arduous undertaking than her regal pride cared to admit, which undertook its own battering considering the inherent shame from a lady of her noble prestige being prostrated and displayed in helpless misery like this. Gwendolyn grimacing through the strain on her muscles with panicked perspiration glistening on her struggling figure, until a wayward shift by the submissionist beneath her emblazoned the heiress' wrestling instincts with a faint recollection of her positioning in the ring. Gwendolyn surging one arm free and extending it towards a bottom rope with a hacked groan, a tether she knew was there thanks to mat awareness and nothing more.

"...Hah...Hah..." Gwendolyn taking labored breathes against the ring canvas once freed with an inelegant flump, seemingly pacified yet groaning incoherently over the faint adulation of those in attendance. Praise and kudos she cared little for considering the lowbrow peasantry who was showering it upon her. Nor did she care for the condescending complements from Kyo after hefting her up by her arm with a pained squint. Her adversary situating her upright and pressing up against her to a swelled nudge of her breasts against his pectorals and compression of her backside against the middle rope. The posh aristocrat offering little resistance when yanked into a sprinting peddle of her legs across the ring...except rather than be bounced off the adjacent ring ropes, the nimble blueblood would leap one foot onto the middle tether while clamping onto the top rope. Gwendolyn vaulting herself backward with all intentions of catching Kyo's head while situating his chin atop her shoulder for an attempted mid-air diamond cutter!!!

[Underdoggo]

Gwen seemed barley able to stand as Kyo hoisted her back up, the heiress panting after having been stretched to within an inch of her life by Kyo's submission hold. For a brief, teasing moment, her chest was pressed up against his abs as he pushed her against the ropes...before Kyo whipped her across the ring. He was already anticipating her rebounding exhaustedly towards him, and was already readying himself to duck low, catching her by surprise, and nail her with a spin kick from behind-- a fitting move, given how she had tried the same move on him previously.

Except it was Gwen who had the surprise in store; rather than bounce off, Gwen suddenly leapt up and rebounded off the middle rope. Kyo only had time to blink in surprise before Gwen's arms wrapped around the back of his head, and a second later, his chin collided violently with Gwen's shoulder. Pain spiked up Kyo's jaw, and he toppled onto his back, clutching his chin and kicking at the mat, his head ringing from the impact of Gwen's brilliantly executed diamond cutter.

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Granting Gwendolyn a sprinting impetus was an appreciated gift which the heiress graciously accepted given her fatigued and lethargic state made it unlikely she could initiate one on her own. Ostentatious counters were scarcely within her particular wheelhouse when it comes to her wrestling repertoire, but the noblewoman was now finding herself willing to grasp at metaphorical straws if it meant not being subjected to another stretched submission session by the elder Akamatsu sibling again. Gwendolyn huffing softly from Kyo compressing them together against the ropes until she was sent hurtling across the ring with her golden ringlets wafting in the air...

...except with a ballerina's flawless grace and a daredevil's reckless conviction, the posh blueblood would snatch her adversary's head from behind and decimate her foe's jawline. Gwendolyn swiveling over onto her front side from the reverberating bounce against the canvas, exhaling hard with cheek nudged against the floor as her nefarious reputation did little to curtail a rousing ovation from the audience at the wrestling clinic on full display. Shoving both hands against the canvas, Gwen arose to her hands and knees in time to shimmy Kyo onto his stomach. His awakening coming with the realization of his head elevated and squeezed upon in Gwen's Royal Oppression finisher!!!

[Underdoggo]

Kyo felt a soft ringing in his skull, as was as more sharp, biting pain in his jaw, as he rolled on the floor, utterly stunned by Gwendolyne's well-executed diamond cutter. Groaning, Kyo rolled on the mat, trying to get his bearings straight-- a difficult task, given the kaleidescopic dizziness that the diamond cutter had just inflicted upon him. In the background, he was dimly aware of the crowd applauding Gwen. Not undeservedly so, he thought grudgingly.

Even as he rolled, he felt Gwen push him into his stomach...and then the next thing he knew, he felt the underside of Gwen's thigh and her boots curl around his throat, locking snugly in place. His air supply was suddenly cut off as the haughty heiress locked in a triangle headscissor on him. "Hrrghk...." he gagged, his air immediately going red. He could see little beyond the smoothe curve of Gwen's thigh, but he could already imagine her propping herself up on one hand, using her other to anchor her ankle in place and tighten the hold...all the while showing off to the audience in a confident, sexy pose.

No, Kyo thought, even as his inability to breathe started to become dire, he was not going to give Gwen that satisfaction.

Clenching his teeth, would rotate his body around. Gwen had the scissor locked in tightly, and Kyo was unlikely to simply wrench her legs free with brute strength, so he would resort to the next best thing, extending a leg outward and trying to snag the bottom rope! Although a large portion of the crowd was cheering Gwen, Kyo could also hear more than a few members of the audience chanting his name, urging him to make this escape...

[killcarrion]

Given Gwendolyn's acrobatic deviation from her more refined and sophisticated wrestling repertoire with the earlier mid-air diamond cutter, the regal blueblood became instinctively inclined to draw upon the familiar now that she had an opportunity to cease upon. The persistent fatigue from Kyo's earlier submission sequence still having taken its vexing toll given her sluggish movements, but which thankfully failed to impede the heiress' ensnaring expertise. Awakening within such svelte softness bearing down upon his gasping facials with muscle flexing intensity was assuredly an appealing predicament which scores of feckless lowborns would relish being subjected to. Gwendolyn considering it to be a privileged honor emphatically granted to the elder Akamatsu sibling alongside the pert plumpness of her regal backside swelled against the side of Kyo's head as a heavenly backdrop to his impending defeat.

"Tch...Care to submit in humbled subservience, or has a gentleman's valor blinded oneself to the inevitable once again?" Gwendolyn pompously queried with a smug smirk as she glanced over her shoulder at Kyo's rasping struggles to breathe. Balanced on one hand with the other yanking back on her ankle in an unyielding pincer which she rightfully assumed would garner her a glorious victory be it through Kyo's fading unconsciousness or his waning stamina being used to tap or gurgle out his submission. Instead, the referee would start shimmying Gwen's shoulder with an insistence that she release her headscissors after informing her that Kyo's outreached leg had hooked his foot onto the bottom rope. Gwendolyn scoffed in abject irritation until a threat of disqualification behooved her capitulation, untangling her legs and standing upright in huffed exasperation to a rousing ovation for Kyo's valiant efforts.

[Underdoggo]

If there was one thing Kyo could say about Gwen's legs, it was that they could deliver a vicious squeeze. A number of other things hovered in the back of Kyo's mind as well, revolving around how shapely those aforementioned legs were, but right now, survival was more paramount than anything else: he was NOT going to lose to a humiliating knockout like this, not to someone as arrogant as Gwen.

To his relief, Kyo managed to snag the bottom rope with his leg, securing his release. As the crowd clapped as his tenacious escape, Kyo gulped a massive huff of air and grabbed the bottom rope as he was released. Opposite him, Gwen was backing away, looking none too pleased at having to do so.

"Is...my...valor...not...to your liking...madam?" Kyo managed to rasp through gulps of air. Still breathing hard, he would pull himself up on the ropes, ready to continue this match in earnest, and wary of any further tricks Gwen might pull.

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Fawning admiration for her sublime legs may have been the one acceptable utterance, aside from a gurgled submission, which Gwendolyn sought to overhear from Kyo's rasping vocals as she had him snug and comfortable within the heavenly prison of her inner thighs...only for the posh sophisticate to vexingly release him from that alluring imprisonment at the official’s authoritative behest. Gwendolyn taking a brief stride as she panted exhausted breathes, mind adrift towards what it will take to seal this samurai's fate considering he's bafflingly evaded and countered two of her esteemed finishers already. The snobbish blueblood afterward returned to Kyo after regaining her composure and smugly sneered at his gasping words, clasping her hand on the back of his head and taking poised steps while escorting him towards the middle of the ring while on all fours as if he were a mongrel canine. "Valor, while admirable, comes a distant second to abject capitulation and servitude when it comes to shining knights seeking my favor, Master Akamatsu~..." Gwendolyn's regal words accompanying one shoot kick to Kyo's pectorals once he was situated on his knees, followed by several more until the heiress backpedaled a step for an assured kayo strike to his temple...