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

[Underdoggo]

Kyo had to give concede several things to Gwen. The first, begrudgingly, was that her form was excellent: her holds and attacks were not only supremely effective, but there was a grace and elegance to them that he couldn't help but admire. The second was that that triangle choke hold of hers had come perilously close to knocking him out; he was still rubbing his throat where those lethal legs of hers had been closed around him. And third...despite her haughty, arrogant demeanour that was no end of infuriating, he was respecting her more and more as a fighter.

That respect lasted up until Gwen sauntered over and grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Haaaghh..." Kyo gasped as he was suddenly dragged out of the corner, his scalp burning as he was forced to stumble on all fours to keep up with Gwen-- not unlike a dog being bought to heel, Kyo thought bitterly. He tried to muster the strength to strike back at Gwen when she suddenly released him...only to then immediately hammer a boot into his chest. The blow sent him gasping and doubling over, before another boot slammed into him, almost rocking him back. Followed by another. And another. The sound of hardened sole striking flesh was accompanied again and again by Kyo's ragged grunts as Gwen began to cruelly use him as a target dummy for a relentless series of kicks, each one hammering home against his muscles and leaving sore, bruising impacts in their wake.

Then, finally, a kayo strike speared home against his temple. Kyo's vision erupted into a white haze, and he went toppling onto his back, his legs twitching as he lay in a complete and utter daze, barely even cognizant of the fans chanting his name and urging him to get up after witnessing the sheer and utter pummeling he had just taken...

[killcarrion]

Undeniably accurate though Kyo's judgment was in regards to Gwendolyn's wrestling acumen, the regal noblewoman would rather all glorifying kudos and fawning acclaim be administered after she ultimately reigns victorious. Partially due to the fact that properly praising Gwendolyn for all of her magnificent features would in all likelihood take a substantial amount of time, but also because Kyo may come across further praiseworthy attributes about the heiress before the match's ultimate conclusion. Gwendolyn may daresay find it apropos to offer her own faint compliments towards her downtrodden adversary since few could claim to have overcome two of the posh blueblood's perilous finishers within one solitary match. A true warrior's spirit dwelled within the elder Akamatsu which Gwendolyn no longer sought to underestimate and was seeking to effectively quell and subdue lest she once again becomes vexingly acquainted with Kyo's own submission expertise.

Guiding Kyo from the ropes whilst on all fours like a pitiable hound brought before their imperial master was a demeaning spectacle all on its own, although painfully punctuated moreso once they reached the center of the ring. Crackling thunder echoed throughout the arena with each slicing strike to his pecs with sweat sprinkled into the air whenever the hobbled Akamatsu withstood another savage clubbing until the hammered fan favorite succumbed to the decisive finishing blow. Gwendolyn daintily stepping over her decimated adversary on her tip toes before taking a victorious stroll with poised steps around the ring, her smirking facials beaming with smug pomposity as the dignified highborn fluffed her golden ringlets to fervent booing and discontent. Fatigued breathes taken as she approached her valiant knight to begin yanking him upward by his scruffy hair except situating him to be hunched over. If uninterrupted, the sublime warmth of her thighs may become familiar in the preamble motions for her Imperial Pedigree~...

[Underdoggo]

A horrible ringing filled Kyo's skull: he was left up at all to painfully bright arena lights, his limbs twitching a little. In the background, he was dimly aware of the crowd roaring, many of them urging him to get back up. He was going to be happy to do that, of course. Once the world stopped spinning.

A shadow fell over him, as Gwendolyne sauntered triumphantly into his field of view. For the second time, his scalp burned as he found himself being yanked to his feet. For the second time, his limbs shook as he was dragged upright. He was still feeling dizzy from that Kayo strike, too dizzy to strike back. But in the midst of it all, he was conscious of two things. The first, was the way the heiress was smirking at him, as though she had already won.

The second was the way she was shoving her head down, slowly closing her thighs around it...

Alarm bells rang in Kyo's head. He was not so crass or crude as to nail his female opponent with a low blow, so he did the next best thing: balling a fist, he shot it forward to slam it into Gwen's midsection. And if that did the trick and doubled her over, then he would follow up by pulling his head free, grabbing the back of Gwen's ringlet-adorned head, and dropping down to slam her face against his shoulder in a stunner!

Kyo was hurting, and he was dizzy. But he was not out of this fight, not yet.

[killcarrion]

Considering the utter decimation inflicted upon the Akamatsu sibling in the wake of her magnificent striking prowess, one may think Gwendolyn's adversary sufficiently subdued to the point where a pin attempt could ultimately settle this exasperating endeavor once and for all. However, adamantly aware of her loathsome track record within this match in regard to continuously countered and circumvented finishers on her part, the sophisticated noblewoman only thought it apropos to draw the curtain on this endeavor by vanquishing her valiant gentlemen of a foe with a successfully executed finishing maneuver. Quelling this vexing sticking point within the match and definitively settling between them just whom was the superior grappler having become just as high a priority on her imperialistic list as actually reigning victorious against Kyo.

Immensely satisfying though the sight was of her gallant adversary bowing before her, Gwendolyn set herself to the task of reaching down to hook Kyo's arms behind his back when a rocketing fist was sunken into her midsection. A labored breath taken as the conceited imperialist quaked from the winding strike when a double handed grip yanked her into haze-riddled misery. "HNGH!!!" Gwendolyn grimacing from the stunner exploding her chin off Kyo's muscled shoulder in a concussive impact that immediately straightened out the regal heiress now with limp flaccidity to her arms. A quivering imbalance to her inelegant posture as she backpedaled a step or two in spiraling disorientation, attempting to take one step forward but if allowed to was obviously on the cusp of faceplanting into the canvas with an indecent shimmy to her backside.

[Underdoggo]

There: Kyo had just given himself a valuable moment to recover. True, he had done it rather inelegantly, in a way without any proper form, grace or etiquette...but at this point, Kyo was not going to argue with the results. Gwen, despite being shorter and lighter than him, had a terrifyingly effective moveset, and he could not afford to give her any openings or waste any time for the sake of being genteel or wanting to show off skill.

As Kyo straightened himself out, he saw that his stunner had the desired effect, causing Gwen to stumbled in a dazed stupor. As Kyo watched, Gwen seemed to stagger back, before gravity finally kicked in and she lurched forward, collapsing...

...and falling, like a fainting damsel, right against him.

Acting on instinct, Kyo caught the falling Gwen in his arms. It was only then, half a second into the act, that he realized what was happening, and that this young woman was still his opponent. One instinct quickly took over from the other, and he locked his elbows and tightened his grip into a crushing squeeze, locking Gwen in a bear hug! Bear hugs, admittedly, weren't one of his favoured holds, but at this point he was already executing it, trying to lift Gwen off her feet as he poured every ounce of strength he had into the squeeze, teeth clenched as he poured on the pressure...

[killcarrion]

Gwendolyn's egotistical intentions towards vanquishing her formidable adversary in exquisite fashion with one of her flawless finishers~...ended up yielding results significantly less desirable than she anticipated. Kyo's brutish counter rocking the affluent heiress' jawline and reasserting the nonverbal affirmation between them that all polite pleasantries were behind them and that the satin gloves had long since been discarded if it mean reigning victorious in the end. A quaking instability to Gwendolyn's legs as resplendent stars twinkled about her half-lidded vision, catching glimpses of the elder Akamatsu standing upright in the split second before she ended up succumbing to gravity...

...directly into her adversary's waiting arms. An instinctual act of gentlemanly chivalry on Kyo's behalf even with the heiress's regal facials briefly buried against Kyo's toned pectorals in a position scarcely befitting a noblewoman of Gwendolyn's exalted prestige. However, all insinuations of gallantry were swiftly circumvented once the muscled torque of the hold was brought to bear all around her. "OOPH...Un...hand..." Gwendolyn rasped through gritted teeth from the flexed compression between them, seething discomfort in her posh vocals as she panted against the side of his neck. Svelte softness mushed against his toned physique with her legs hiked upward to hug the sides of his waist.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was getting excited now as Kyo lifted Gwendolyne off the mat, his arms compressed around her upper body, neatly trapping her arms to her sides as he squeezed into her with a relentless bear hug. As expected, Gwendolyne was able to do nothing at all in response. Nothing at all, that was, except to squirm uselessly, kicking her legs as they were lifted off the mat.

This close, Kyo was suddenly reminded of why he didn't often use bear hugs against female opponents: the soft roundness of Gwen's chest compressing against his own was eminently distracting, as was the way she was leaning her head against his, her panting breath against the side of his neck sending chills down his spine. He felt his own pulse and breath quicken in turn, and it was all he could do to focus on squeezing Gwen, all the while trying to keep himself from blushing too much.

"Nngh...then...tap...out..." Kyo rasped back in response to Gwen's pained demand. As if in response, he felt Gwen's legs suddenly wrap around his waist, cinching the two of them more tightly together. It wasn't a scissor-- not quite yet, at any rate-- but it did prevent him from doing one of his planned follow ups, which was to nail Gwen with a body to back suplex. No, now he would have to resort to some other follow up.

If Gwen still refused to submit to Kyo's encircling, tightening arms, then he would simply leap forward, slamming Gwen hard into the mat and crushing her between it and the hardness of his own body. This would leave him positioned pressed down squarely against the heiress, covering her neatly for a pinfall...one that would, for better or worse, continue to have them pressed closely together in an almost intimate position.

"ONE..." the ref would start to call...

[killcarrion]

The palpable fatigue of the match becoming excruciatingly evident given Gwendolyn's abject lack of tangible resistance once entrapped within Kyo's unyielding constriction, aside from some feckless squirming in his grasp from a failed bid to shimmy her arms to freedom once caught within the sweltering submission. Audience members rallying behind Kyo's stalwart spirit seemingly on the cusp of humbling the snobbish highborn with a definitive victory, although a vast majority of the fandom were nevertheless drawing indecent conclusions given that their writhing bodies were flush together, leaving scant little space between their sweat slathered physiques. Vexing distractions obfuscating her judgment as Gwendolyn grimaced through the faint coloring of her regal facials, her lethargic breathing becoming even lengthier and more drawn out but nevertheless abjectly refusing any notion of submitting for the time being at the referee's questioning. Concentrating her efforts on the body scissors applied around Kyo's waist...

...which ended up inadvertently becoming the reasoning behind the elder Akamatsu's ring quaking rebuttal. "GAGH!!!" Gwendolyn's resplendent ringlets flowing in the downward breeze as the noblewoman gawked with widened iris' from the sudden plummet taken at a blistering velocity, hacking out a bellowed cough as a quaking shock ravaged all throughout her elegant physique with her legs indecently extending skyward before settling down. Strewn out with her generous bosom steadily rising and falling, Gwendolyn became flaccidly inert whilst buried beneath Kyo's sculpted musculature square in the middle of the ring with eyes sewn shut and only a faint awareness of her surroundings, the referee's accursed pin count, or the sweltering warmth bearing down upon her. Those counting along with the official and hopeful of Kyo adding a conquered heiress to his list of defeated adversaries would become sorely aggravated from Gwendolyn narrowly swiveling one shoulder off of the canvas just before his moment of victory.

[Underdoggo]

Kyo took a few seconds to catch his breath as he lay against Gwen, keeping her shoulders down on the mat as he went for a pinfall. This match had been an arduous one for both of them, an intense bout where the snobby aristocrat had shown a lot of skill and ability. As he pressed down for the pin, he couldn't help but be aware of Gwen's warm breath against his shoulder, or the way her chest was rising and falling against his, or the way that, this close, their sweat was intermingling. He blushed at that moment, and tried to focus on maintaining the pinfall--

Gwen's slender body twisted under his, getting a shoulder up. Kyo bit back a curse as he got up to his knees again. Disappointing, but not surprising: Gwen was proving to be an opponent of quality. Someone like her would not be so easily pinned.

Standing up, he grabbed a hold of Gwendolyne's arm, as though pulling her up for a dance. The analogy ended there, however, as Kyo yanked her arm and whipped her towards the ropes. At the last moment, though, he would hold onto her wrist, arresting her movement and unbalancing her...hopefully enough to come behind her, wrap an arm around her waist and tilt back, hoping to nail her hard with a surprise back body drop!

[killcarrion]

As thoroughly accustomed as Gwendolyn was towards basking in the opulence befitting her sophisticated stature within high society, one specific luxury she absolutely could not afford at this moment was allowing herself time to compose herself given the official was on the cusp of securing the victory in Kyo's favor. Drawled breaths taken underneath the chiseled physique her bloomed breasts heaved against whilst caked in eachother's sweat smeared perspiration. Lost amidst a world of temptations though the snobbish socialite was given the suggestive nature of being awash in fatigue and sunken beneath a marbled musculature bearing down against her...

...a noblewoman's pride enabled Gwendolyn to unearth herself from her predicament with a shimmy of her shoulder off the canvas. Veteran instinct showcasing itself in its purest form before the perplexed heiress was unwillingly escorted back to a wavering stance. Scarcely ascertaining her dire situation before she was yanked towards the ropes she never touched given she was hurtled back towards Kyo in a masterfully executed overhead back body splash at a violent velocity. "HAGH!!!" Gwendolyn recoiling to her knees with a searing strain on her facials before flaccidly slumping against the ropes, her sweat swathed attire tightly clinging to her heavenly physique.