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

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The fact that their match had now devolved into a furious exchange of blows was not lost on Kyo, whose face and chest still stung from Gwen's previous attacks. Undoubtedly, it was not lost on Gwen either, as the haughty blueblood was now too out of breath to launch her usual, disdainful quips at Kyo. This had now truly turned into a battle of wills and endurance, and in this clash, Gwen was showing Kyo who she truly was beneath her arrogant mask: a tenacious and fierce warrior who would brutally punch her way to victory if necessary.

Unfortunately, ferocity could only go so far, as his forearm chop came slashing into the side of her head. The blow rocked her golden curls to the side, and then Gwen came toppling forwards, her now sweat body collapsing against his. For a moment, Kyo was painfully aware of Gwen's panting against his bare chest, of her warmth against his...

Red faced, Kyo shook his head to focus on the match. Unless the obviously dazed Gwen did something to stop him, Kyo would tuck her ringleted head under his armpit and move to grab the back of her thigh, before lifting her vertically off the mat, hoping to lift, hold and drop her in a hopefully finishing back body suplex!

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Given the match's abject deterioration into naught but unsophisticated fisticuffs, which was a distinctly far-cry from the smug socialite's preferred wrestling techniques, one could adequately surmise that Gwendolyn was officially on her last legs. Ones which were on the cusp of succumbing to their own instability as they quivered in the prelude to the rattled heiress inelegantly slumping herself against Kyo's defined musculature. The safety of which Gwendolyn found vexing comfort within as she heaved wafting breathes with the side of her posh facials smeared against his rugged pectorals, unwillingly having her head encased underneath Kyo's armpit with her sinewy leg dangling in his commending grasp. Audience members surmising whom would reign victorious now with visions of the elder sibling swathed upon the kayoed heiress for a perfunctory three count and emphatic conquering of the noblewoman already predicted. Kyo's finishing touches beginning with the noblewoman ragdolled backwards in a suplex...

...that she would wind up circumventing via landing straight on her feet instead. A nimble feat of balletic athleticism achieved via an act of playing dead, embellishing her fatigue, and leaping with her free foot into the suplex's momentum. Gwendolyn peeking over her shoulder at the elder Akamatsu arising afterwards and sauntering over once he was on the cusp of regaining his verticality, one of her arms being hooked around his head from behind and yanked back as if the pair were dipping at the culmination of a resplendent duet. "An exquisite dance, Master Kyo. Ever my refined gentleman~..." Gwendolyn whimsically remarked with a heavenly smirk on her lips, whose sublime softness would soon be melded with Kyo in a ravishing, impassioned liplock. Partaken with hummed yearning for several seconds...before releasing Kyo to offer her gentleman the opportunity to stand upright. That is until the blistering velocity of a roundhouse kick was attempted as the coup de grâce of her Heaven's Wrath finisher~...

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This seemed like it was it. It felt like it was it: Gwen was practically swaying now, the sweat-soaked heiress barely able to stand as she was held up by Kyo. It was abundantly clear that Gwen had reached the limit of her endurance: once he her with this suplex, he decided, that would be it. He would pin her and end this needless brutality once and for all.

And so Kyo practically flung Gwen overhead in the suplex...and immediately knew something was wrong when he heard the thump of boots on the mat rather than the crash of a body. His wrists were grabbed, and suddenly he was being spun around as though in the pirouette of a dance. Gwen was standing in front of him, smiling triumphantly. His eyes widened. She had been faking her battered state?

He didn't get to wonder at this further, however, before Gwen suddenly yanked him close, and the next thing he knew, her lips were against his in a passionate kiss.

Electric sparks tingled between their lips, Gwen's tongue darting playfully with his. Kyo froze solid as his face went a shade of beet red. For a few vital seconds, his brain could not compute anything. Anything, that was, other than the bewildered, aroused shock at what Gwen was doing.

And then Gwen backed out of the kiss, swiped her leg, and hammered a boot hard into the side of Kyo's head.

Everything exploded intonation blur of colours, and Kyo went down like a marionette whose strings had been cut. He thumped onto his back, staring at the arena lights, utterly dazed by Gwen's knockout finisher. Was this it? Had he just been beaten?

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Vast and innumerable though Gwendolyn's inherent skills may have been, two proficiencies in particular contributed towards what was transpiring before a gobsmacked audience. Gwendolyn's stellar penchant for acting and misdirection taking center stage as the smug aristocrat was revealed to have been feigning weakness whilst held within the warmth of Kyo's embrace. And the scheming wiles to to ascertain and exploit what Gwendolyn had discerned to be the only flawed weak-point of Kyo's wrestling tactics. His gentlemanly nature. A damsel in distress wilting within his arms assuredly not presenting any threat. This being a gullible mindset Gwendolyn banked the entire match upon as she circumvented the suplex attempt and further disoriented Kyo with a parting gift for her chivalrous gentleman and the splendid competition her ended up becoming.

"Mmm~..." Serene bliss offered via an intimate taste of heaven, a commanding kiss with heaving breaths taken and tongues swathed together. Fireworks rocketing within Gwendolyn's fatigued delirium as Kyo melted within her imperial graces. A flummoxed hue to her pristine facials once parting their mouths, lips pursed with the twinkled sheen of shared saliva until the metaphorical hammer came down. The smug aristocrat's promise of vanquishing her gallant foe with her Divine Wrath finisher, or rather one version of it, was officially kept as she observed her splayed out adversary taking in the spotlights above. A beaming Gwendolyn stepping beside Kyo and uplifting one leg skyward before plummeting upon his pectorals, now serving as the royal throne for her supple backside in a split-legged pin attempt with the heiress in a gracefully balletic pose~...

"1!"

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In the few seconds before the world-shaking impact of Divine Wrath,, Kyo, despite himself, was lost in Gwendolyn's kiss. The move instantly disarmed him, stopping him immediately in his tracks. For a few seconds, there was nothing but the soft warmth of Gwen's lips against his, her tongue darting playfully against his: the match, and the importance of winning it, was momentarily forgotten. The only thing Kyo felt was overwhelming shock and surprise that Gwen would actually do this, and distracted, flushed enjoyment of this moment...

And then, the kiss ended, and with a balletic, final grace, Gwen hammered her boot into Kyo's head.

The crowd went wild with disbelief as Kyo crumpled to the mat, unmoving after that devastating blow. Gwen was now sitting split-legged across Kyo's chest in beaming triumph, and the countdown had already begun. Was this it? Had Kyo more or less been knocked out?

Kyo, for his part, did not move, continuing to stare unresponsively up at the arena lights.

"...TWO..."

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"THREE!!!"

Basking in the triumphant ambience of the moment as clanging ringside bells signified the match's conclusion to the tune of her imperial theme, Gwendolyn breathed the exhaustion from her lungs once the adrenaline eventually began subsiding. The Dainty Blueblood's split-legged pose atop the swelled musculature of the unconscious Akamatsu sibling being the climactic finale and parting shot of what critics would later declare through star-riddled reviews as an exhibition of absolute wrestling perfection. Gwendolyn arising underneath her own willpower but with a staggered step once the fatigued toll of the match started resurfacing, nevertheless allowing her hand to be raised by the referee as the ultimate victor in a match that showcased the newfound lengths to which the heiress will achieve success than ever before. Several track-suited attendants at ringside rushing within to tend to their illustrious employer's every whim. "Ensure that my gentlemanly adversary is tended to. And once he awakens, let it be known that I've had a delightful time as his dance partner for the evening~..." Gwendolyn instructed to them as she elegantly made her way out the ring, once again draped in the same resplendent robe she arrived in...

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Kyo, for his part, was out like a light as Gwendolyne enjoyed her victory. Her Divine Wrath finisher had thoroughly knocked him out, and even as Gwen celebrated her win, the ref was checking over Kyo, tapping at his cheeks to see of the blue blood hadn't inadvertently concussed him.

With a groan, Kyo's eyes fluttered open. The arena lights seared his vision, which swam dizzily for several seconds. When it cleared, he was conscious of the fact that he was lying on the arena floor, and that one of his last memories was of Gwen suddenly locking lips with him in a passionate kiss...

And then realization finally hit home. He had lost.

His head lolled to the side, just in time to see Gwen sauntering out of the ring. He had lost. In his debut here in LAW, he had lost.

No, he told himself, not wanting to sink into self pity. He had been defeated in a hard fought bout against a worthy opponent, giving his all and showing his skills to the crowd. And he had come very close to victory...that was until Gwen had employed her rather unfair diversion tactics. Hopefully, he would have a rematch at some point. Or at least, a chance to confront her over how she had won.

As Kyo rolled up gingerly to his feet, the crowd burst into appreciative cheering. Despite his loss, it seemed, he had impressed the audience. That, in and of itself, was a victory. With a weary half smile, Kyo stood to his full height, and gave the crowd a gracious bow, before rolling under the ropes to exit the arena.

Winner: Gwendolyne Dupont Bettencourt by pinfall