Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Akiha Kosha - Aristocratic Warfare~

"3!"

Gwendolyn's grandiose theme would blare over the speakers soon after the final three count, signalling the official end of the match and for the heiress to finally put this match in the record books. Releasing Akiha's leg and rolling over to her knees, Gwen's attempts to lift herself back to her feet would be noticeably stilted. The exhaustive toll the match had taken on her was already starting to creep back on her weary frame now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off. Propping herself on one knee a midst a chorus of fierce booing, Gwen flicked her golden curls out of her eyesight to reveal that her pretentious smirk never left her face even while she was racked in aches and pain.

Scanning the audience and the disheveled remnants of their regal weaponry scattered along the ring, Gwendolyn was now able to appreciate the lengths to which the match had been taken. Destruction, chaos, and bodies littered the ring...with the heiress emerging triumphant amongst it all. This supreme victory was just the rebound Gwendolyn needed to begin the reclamation of her exalted status in this league...but for now she was apparently having trouble just getting back to her feet...groaning from her efforts to get vertical once again...

Yayoi slid into the ring when the bell rang and jogged over to her Mistress. She began to fret as it looked like Gwendolyn was having trouble, but still smirking through it. "You did it, "Maîtresse!" Yayoi chirped. "It was never in doubt." She said and knelt down to dip her head under Gwendolyn's arm and hoist her up to a standing position.

"Can you walk, Maîtresse?" Yayoi whispered when they were close. Whether she could or could not, the most important thing was making sure Gwendolyn kept her dignity in tact. People could only see her strength and even Yayoi helping her up might be something Gwendolyn did not want. Yayoi threw her arm in the air to make it look like she was celebrating with her Mistress and not propping her up.

The three count would signal Akiha defeat as she continued to lay on the canvas with her head still resting on the silver platter.  Once Gwen finally got off her, would she start to show signs of movement as her head started to roll side to side a bit as her hands would move to rub her face which was in utter pain.  The raven hair wrestler was now starting to wake up, with a raging headache and could hear her opponent music playing and the large booing of the crowd.  Despite being dazed and have just woken up, Akiha could tell she had lost the match.

Taking a moment to gather the strength, Akiha would roll off the silver platter and onto her stomach as she continued to hold her head.  She would then take a moment to look around, she couldn't see Hisui or Kohaku but was managed to spot Gwen and Yayoi who was helping her in the ring.  Using what little strength she had, the Japanese wrestler would now crawl her way to where her maids were last seen, wanting to make sure they were fine.  Though her speed would be slow as a snail and noticeable by her former opponent.

Yayoi's assistance of her beloved employer was cleverly veiled as a duel celebratory pose, helping the heiress to maintain her balance while raising her arm in victory. Her track record of helping Gwen save face in her brief moments of weakness was exceptionally appreciated, as always. Such an exhaustive ordeal made her pine for the comforting and soothing waters of her luxuriously expansive hot tub and the attentive care of several physical therapists. It was only after she lowered her arms did she glance downward to notice her defeated rival humbly shuffling off to attend to her maids handcuffed outside.

"Attend to whoever is still conscious amongst my escort, dear Yayoi. And make a note to terminate those who gave a lackluster performance. I have...business to attend to here..." Gwen casually commented towards Yayoi as she sauntered past her crawling doppleganger, stopping just ahead of Yayoi to the point she would recognize Gwen's pearl white boots. The heiress' shadow loomed ominously over her raven-haired adversary. Given Gwen's notorious track of record of humiliating her fallen competitors, an irate audience would boo furiously from anticipating that further torment would be brought upon Akiha well after the match had seen it's conclusion. Though in a rather shocking twist...should Akiha peer upward...she would notice an extended hand offering to assist the fallen aristocrat back to her feet.

"Such undaunted concern for your lowly subordinates. An admirable trait~...that we'll have to work on. But for now, Madam Kosha...those of our sophisticated upbringing...do not crawl~..." Gwen coyly advised with an oddly reserved smile on her face considering the abuse she had taken from her fellow aristocrat. The heiress now willing to reciprocate the polite handshake that Akiha offered from the match's inception.

Akiha was now spending all her energy crawling towards the ropes, wanting to make sure that Kohaku and Hisui were fine.  Yet she would soon find two white boots blocking her path.  A shiver would go up the Japanese wrestler spin as she could only imagine what her blond opponent had in mind for her.  Yet when she looked up as she would see Gwen extending a hand to her.  Akiha was shocked by this, she had expected her opponent to maybe insult her or even attack her but not to help her up.  Once the initial shock pass by and she heard when her former opponent had to say, Akiha would grab her blond opponent hand before raising to her feet.

Akiha would then take a deep breathe as she held her head, as she was having a massive headache from the brutal finisher she had taken from Gwen.  Still she would take a moment to look at her opponent for a second.  “Thank you and good match.  The victory is yours.” stated Akiha in a polite tone as she admitted defeat while shaking Gwen's hand.  Though she was a bit bitter that she had lost, she was willing to accept it and learn from it. The audience, on the other hand, would not take kindly to Akiha and Gwen getting along and a few of them would start booing.

"...*sigh*... If only all of my adversary's possessed the fortitude of character to offer genuine acknowledgement of my superiority~..." Gwen mused after assisting Akiha back to her feet. Her fervent animosity towards her fellow aristocrat was tempered greatly after having claimed such a decisive victory. The heiress was in such a jubilant mood that she was perhaps going so far as to forgo doling out swift vengeance towards Akiha for spraying burning red liquid in her face...though just barely. The booing audience would show their disdain for Gwen with echoing boos now being directed towards Akiha for cavorting with the loathed heiress.

"Acceptance of your shortcomings is quite the noble virtue, Madam Kosha. Though you should exercise caution, lest you find yourself becoming all too accustomed to it...*giggle*...Best of luck in Avalanche. Us ladies of an exalted and superior class, should stick together~..." Gwen stated before releasing Akiha's hand and sauntering away. With her last handshake, Gwen would leave a key in Akiha's palm. The key to the handcuffs that was binding the handmaidens together, the heiress having pilfered it from Yayoi's jacket pocket when she helped her back to her feet. After stepping through the ropes and hopping down from the apron, Gwen anticipated that her loyal crew will meet her there and escort her up the ramp...post haste.

Upon hearing Gwen words and having the key place in her hand, Akiha would look at the key before looking at the departing Gwen. “I have no plans on losing future matches and I plan on continuing to improve my skills. As for sticking together, I am in favor of a proposal.” stated Akiha as she would then make her way to her maids. Upon reaching the ropes, she would slowly slide down, still exhausted from the match. Yet it seemed that Kohaku and Hisui weren't in that bad of shape, just restrained. The raven hair wrestler would unlock the two before helping them up and leaving the ring.