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

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The back body drop shook the ring with their combined impact, and Kyo took a few brief seconds on his back to catch his breath before rolling up to his knees again. Behind him, he could see that his blow had been more devastatingly effective than he had expected: Gwendolyne had practically bounced off the mat and flipped head over heels, ending up sprawled against the ropes. It was plain to see, just from how dazed the noble girl looked, that she was more or less done; she was barely moving, she looked dazed, and perhaps most tellingly of all, her usual trash talk had stopped. It now felt like time to finish this.

Rolling up to his feet, Kyo grabbed a hold of Gwendolyne's arm to pull her upright. "As a courtesy, madam," he said, "I won't force you to submit. I hope a simple pinfall will not be too damaging to your pride." And with that, Kyo would push Gwendolyne down so that her head was between his thighs, trying to trap her arms under his armpits in the bargain...setting her up for a decisive piledriver finisher!

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Vexingly enough, Gwendolyn would share in Kyo's assumption about her embattled state and how one decisive maneuver could very well spell certain defeat for the Snobbish Blueblood. The cumulative exhaustion of the competitive matchup seemingly having caught up with Gwendolyn as she remained slackened against the ropes with panted breathes and her resplendent physique aching from Kyo's overpowering chain of consecutive manuevers. Purposeful or not, the elder Akamatsu's muscled heave in his back body drop was undoubtedly devastating given the heiress' lightweight figure being catapulted through the air as a result. Gwendolyn parting one golden ringlet out of her hazed vision once Kyo started approaching before yanking her upward to a flinched scowl.

The fatigued imperialist saving her precious breath instead of wasting them on smug rebuttals to the polite platitudes of her chivalrous adversary. Conducting himself as ever the courteous gentleman to the noblewoman with his intentions of vanquishing her in ways less detrimental to her exalted prestige as he tucked her golden-haired head between the secured strength of his robust thighs. Showcasing Gwendolyn's imperious backside to the audience as she faintly squirmed and fidgeted...except once Kyo would heft up the blueblood, Gwen's knees would bend and spring herself upward in tandem with her foe's momentum. Elegantly bounding atop herself Kyo's shoulders, a swiveled twist would have her gentlemanly foe spiraled off his feet in a hurricanrana~...

[Underdoggo]

At this point, Gwen seemed out of it, and barely able to fight back. Taking a back body drop like that took a lot out of a person-- a fact that Kyo knew from bitter experience. There was at least one unexpected boon, in that it got the haughty heiress to be quiet for at least two seconds...and as skilled and tenacious as she was, it had to have left her feeling too stunned to mount a proper counter attack.

And so Kyo clamped his thighs around Gwen's head-- not noting how she might have felt being so close between his legs, or the fact that this was presenting her posterior to the crowd-- and was about to lift her up and bring her down again for what would have been a devastating piledriver. As he lifted her up, though, he felt Gwen's thighs suddenly clamp around his own head; despite himself, he felt his face go a shade of red as he found himself stuck right between Gwen's thighs...

...and then the world literally went upside down, as Gwen used her legs and arched backwards, flipping Kyo head over heels to crash hard on his back with a devastating hurricanrana! He gasped and arched up off the mat, legs kicking as he tried to get his bearings straight...

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Envious though certain ladies were from witnessing Gwendolyn become invited between the Elder Akamatsu's sculpted legs, naught but panic was evident upon the snobbish highborn from her futile attempts to wriggle free from the unyielding tautness and sweat smeared musculature. Impending defeat seemingly inevitable as Kyo readied himself for the ring-quaking finisher...except through a veil of fatigue and with a panted breath from her rose-colored facials, a wellspring of resistance surged onward as Gwendolyn responded in kind. Albeit with Gwen’s creamy smooth thighs entrapping her gentleman adversary instead as the elder sibling careened over himself towards the middle of the ring to the audience's surprise.

"...*pant*..." The Dainty Aristocrat landing beside the middle rope which she now slumped herself against with both legs extended into the ring, ringside cameras capturing the labored breaths and palpable exhaustion etched across her regal countenance. Golden ringlets swathed around her head until a white knuckled grip upon the tethered ropes was used in her wearied ascension back to her feet. "Alas...*pant*...I fear this may be our last dance, Master Kyo~..." Gwendolyn beckoning Kyo out of his disoriented stupor with her elegant vocals and curled index finger from behind him, focused concentration directed towards her second attempt at her Divine Wrath spinkick finisher once turning to face her...

[Underdoggo]

If Kyo was honest with himself, those few seconds of having his head squeezed between Gwendolyne's thighs hadn't been so bad. Like all good things, however, it swiftly came to a crashing end, as the heiress executed a well-timed hurricanrana that sent him flying head over heels to crash on his back in an ungainly heap. He gasped, arching up off the mat, and rolled, trying to push himself up to his feet.

He was conscious of Gwen still bantering with him, despite her evident exhaustion, as he tried to push himself upright. Before he could even respond, Gwen was lashing out with one of those slender legs of hers, twirling in an elegant spinkick that surely would have knocked him out...

...had it landed. Instinct immediately took over, and Kyo ducked, allowing Gwen's boot to sail over his head. Moving with the momentum of his dodge, he spin around, inside Gwen's guard, and delivered a swift forearm chop to her bosom!

"Then...*pant*...I shall not disappoint you...*pant*...as a dance partner..." Kyo breathed, silently gesturing for Gwen to strike him back if she so dared.

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Understandably fatigued from what had become a master class in wrestling techniques throughout this competitive match, Gwendolyn had seemingly resigned herself in accepting that these next few minutes were going to ultimately decide the outcome of this entire skirmish. The Imperial Rose lamentably aware that she may not have it in her to mount another comeback should Kyo somehow turn the tides back in his favor. Hence why Gwendolyn was attempting to conclude this match in exquisite manner with the finisher Kyo has irritatingly managed to thwart and evade all night. A habit her gentlemanly adversary continued to excel in as he ducked underneath Gwendolyn's spinkick finisher. The snobbish blueblood pivoting off her feet and somewhat unbalanced as she turned towards Kyo when pure thunder crackled against her illustrious bosom. "GaH!!!" Gwendolyn gasped and staggered backward, taking a half step back as she clutched her chest while hunched over. She let out a hard exhale, imperious facials strained with pain but indecipherable beneath her draped ringlets acting as a curtain around her head for a few seconds...before straightening herself out with a seething grimace to dispense an open-handed chop of her own!!

[Underdoggo]

Gwendolyne seemed to be done with banter at this point; this, at least, was what Kyo was noticing as the blonde heiress went staggering back, visibly winded by his brutal chop to her generous bosom. He had time to apologize to her after the match, he thought to himself; for the time being his main concern was winning, and for that he had to throw at least some of his usual chivalry out the window.

For her part, Gwendolyn seemed to be nothing but irritated fury as she came back at Kyo, lashing out with a bladed arm for a chop of her own! Kyo could have dodged or deflected the blow: instead he opted to stand there and take it, to allow a contest of endurance to come up between the two wrestlers as the match neared what felt like its climax. The blow of Gwen's hand against his chest stung fiercely, and he was even rocked backward a little, one wincing at the red welt the chop left on his bare chest. It was a blow delivered out of anger, one designed to hurt.

But Kyo wasn't down, nor did he have any intention of abdicating this contest. Revving up his arm, Kyo retaliated swiftly, aiming to hammer Gwen's generous bosom with another forearm chop, this one even more powerful than the last. The two aristocrats were in a duel now, and Kyo certainly had no intention of losing.

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Fractured thoughts encompassing little else besides immediate retribution and an insatiable desire for victory were the broad summation of Gwendolyn's mindset whilst in mid striking exchange with her chivalrous adversary. Savage strikes that the snobbish aristocrat could have previously evaded now finding mushed paydirt against her regal abundance, which the undaunted aristocrat responded with in kind. An honorable duel and contest of endurance taking place between valorous combatants with an unspoken agreement between them that declared the competitive match would ultimately be decided within the next few seconds given their wearied stances.

"...*pant...*pant*..." Gwendolyn remained standing upright with indignant determination etched upon her regal facials as she breathed lethargically across from Kyo, but was taken aback by his wrathful rebuttal which practically brought the aristocratic blueblood to her knees. Gwendolyn hunched over on quivering legs with hacked breathes taken yet as she somehow remained upright after Kyo's knife-edge chop painted her bounteous chest a fresh shade of crimson. Obviously on the verge of collapsing and yielding victory to the elder Akamatsu, except straightening out and with teeth clenched attempted a forearm strike to the side of Kyo's face.

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That forearm chop from Gwen had hurt a lot more than Kyo was willing to let on: a sizable red welt was now noticeable on his sweat-glistening chest where Gwen had struck him, and the casual observer would have noticed that Kyo's breath had become a lot more ragged. But for all of how much it had hurt, it was clear that his return blow had hurt Gwen even more: the blonde heiress was panting hard, and seemed to have difficulty remaining standing.

And yet stand she did: with a resilience and grit that Kyo couldn't help but admire, the heiress staggered forward and launched a brutal forearm strike to Kyo's head! Kyo was too tired to evade or deflect the blow, and so for a moment his vision was nothing but stars as his head rocked to the side from the brutal impact.

"Nnnh..." His vision swam, and his own wobbling legs threatened to give out on him. It was with supreme effort that he forced himself to stand upright once more, even as he struggled to blink away the dizziness from his vision. That blow had nearly knocked him over. Nearly.

Grimacing, he launched himself forward, determined not to lose this exchange of Blows, rotating his whole body before snapping his arm out, aiming to retaliate with a brutal forearm chop designed to knock Gwen over!