Maid–In–Waiting

With all pleasantries aside and the rules having been well-established, Gwendolyn eagerly accepted the amicable lockup with her potential assistant. Having an established wrestling veteran under her employ would no doubt allow her to reap various benefits, the most obvious of which being that she would have access to a worthy sparring partner at any time of the day. Unlike Yayoi or her bumbling entourage, Misaki could potentially be the stone to sharpen her wrestling blade against...

After locking up with Misaki, Gwen extended her toned leg behind her to help prevent being bullied back. The heiress arching her slender back into the lockup that kept her smirking visage inches away from Maiden's much more reserved expression. However, during the lockup that had both sides pushing forward, Gwen happened to noticed that Misaki wasn't exactly putting her "all" into ushering the heiress back. The lack of commitment to the move made it easy for Gwen to disentangle their arms and swiftly duck to the side with Misaki's wrist in her hand.

"Hmm~...do I detect a hint of hesitation, or dare I say, trepidation towards harming your potential employer?" Gwen poshly uttered while wrenching in an arm wringer, twisting and contorting the joints in Misaki's arm and shoulder. One of Gwen's hands clenching onto Misaki's wrist to keep the hold maintained, while Gwen's other hand would push down on her opponent's shoulder. Both grips intending to have the Maiden hunch over herself and hopefully keep her there.

Maiden had, perhaps naively, expected Gwendolyn to simply keep pushing her backwards, plowing away until she either had her back to the turnbuckle or she wound up being countered. In her defense, that was how many wrestlers in the AFW seemed to carry on, going for pure offense right from the start, looking to establish dominance early. Little forethought. Little style. Little tact.

She should’ve known that Gwendolyn would show her better stock in combat. After all, was her refinement not one of the reasons that Maiden had sought her out?

She found herself holding back a shout as her arm was twisted about in the arm wringer, expertly applied by the younger - yet undoubtedly skilled - wrestler. A grimace slipped through her visage, though, partly from the annoyance of her miscalculation, but also from the pain. It was deftly applied for such a simple move. Done better than most.

But not inescapable.

Maiden followed along with Gwendolyn’s urgings at first, hunching over as she pushed. With a sudden flourish, she flipped forward, her hand not even needing to touch the floor as she rolled, and land on her feet, swift as  whip. From there, she moved back and ducked under Gwendolyn’s arm, grabbed her own wrist, and tried to catch the heiress in a hammerlock.

”The illusion of weakness can be more useful than the reality of strength,” She gave the hold a little wrench and let a shard of wit slip into her steely tone.  “Lady Bettencourt.”

Misaki may not have been able to see it considering she was preoccupied with the stinging nerve pains in her arm, but Gwendolyn was sporting quite the smug grin after having elegantly applied the disabling arm wringer. Brute force wasn't quite her forte, to say the least. Swift evasion, counterbalancing and joint locks were where her strengths lay. As Misaki was becoming all to familiar with as Gwen simultaneously gripped her wrist and shoved down on her shoulder.

...before Misaki demonstrated herself to have her own nimble quirks. The maid tumbling around the canvas and behind Gwen before she could react or prevent the hammerlock from being applied.

Gwen scrunched her face in irritation from the tables being decidedly turned. The pressure on her shoulder socket from having her arm pinned against her spine kept her momentarily paralyzed from the strain, the sudden jerking of the hold causing her to briefly balance herself on her tip toes while Misaki replied in kind. Gwendolyn would have preferred a less irritable way of finding out Misaki had a certain dry and witty repartee to her personality, but after a few calming breaths Gwen found a way to respond to her statement...and the hammerlock.

"A certain aptitude for subterfuge and deceit, I see...nngh...I may have use for such talents...hgh...should you one day find yourself accompanying me to the ring, Madame Sakurazaki..." Gwen uttered in between some pained groans. Sidestepping in the direction of her pained arm was a tried and true method of alleviating the pressure of a hammer lock, the heiress than twirling in place to cut off Misaki's grip on her arm and have her now be facing the diligent maid. With Gwendolyn hugging the maiden tightly around her waist, it would lead to a personal moment of them rubbing chests and being face to smirking face...at least until Gwen would pivot off to the side for an attempted belly to belly suplex.

This was an unorthodox way to test the mettle of a maid, but Maiden and Gwendolyn were unorthodox women who participated in an unorthodox sport. It was altogether fitting that she exhibit the full range of her abilities, though that didn’t mean she would unleash her full fury on her would-be employer. Maiden kept the arm wringer steady enough for a solid hold, but didn’t twist with the intention of doing real damage. There was no need of risk injury on such an occasion.

Besides, Gwendolyn needed little of her concern. The heiress was more than capable of dealing with such a simple move, a suspicion that Maiden learned was all too true, just a few moments later.

There was a twist, a flash of movement, and suddenly two of them were touching - stomach to stomach, chest to chest, face to face. Maiden’s cheeks reddened, but her face never faltered. Gwendolyn was a fine young woman, there was no denying that, but Maiden’s interests were purely professional. In the ring, at least.

Whatever the case, she had little time to ponder it. In the next moment, she was sent flying, head over heels, a forward tumble that ended up with her landing hard on her back.

She stayed quiet, but the anguish on her features made it clear how much the move had thrown her for a loop. Wanted to be up as soon as possible, she rolled to the ropes and grabbed them, using them to pull herself up fast and spin towards Gwendolyn, preferably before the next attack could come her way.

"Hmph..." Gwen grinned smugly while lifting herself up off the flattened maid and back to her knees. Gwen's knack for nimble counters and graceful suplexes obviously taking the diligent maiden off her game, but for now the heiress would graciously allow her the space to roll her way to freedom towards the nearby ropes. Though that's not to say Gwen would not be hot on her heels while she retreated, the heiress strolling towards Maiden with a dainty stride until she would lift herself back up to her feet with the aid of the ropes.

By extending her toned leg as far back as she could, Gwen would twist in place and ram the side of her creamy thigh into Maiden's breadbasket. Though it was simply as a method of keeping her placid and winded. Rather than retract her leg from Maiden's gut, Gwen leaned heavily into her potential employee and brought them just as intimately close as before.

"...*giggle*...My, you are quite the unflappable individual, aren't you?~...However, if you're going to indeed be by my side, it helps to know that there are appropriate times to lose yourself on occasion~..." Gwen's thumb would faintly touch Maiden's bottom lip as she spoke, weaving words of a scintillating sensation under her heated breath and directly into Maiden’s ear. The heiress finally ending their one on one time by taking her arm and attempting to Irish Whip the maid to the adjacent ropes.

As Maiden made her way back up, she couldn’t help but wonder whether this was some sort of test or not, and if so, was she passing it? Was this just some minor fancy, perhaps even something in her imagination, or was Gwendolyn actually flirting with her.

Her answer came in the form of a finely muscled leg embedding itself in her stomach. A good move, backed by a svelte, yet deceptively powerful thigh, but that wasn’t the most notable thing. Gwendolyn launched the move, then held it, pinning Maiden there while they had a rather intimate moment.

Once again, Maiden’s thoughts were tilted askew, as their heiress, her potential employer, spoke into her ear like the closest of lovers. It was certainly not unwelcome, and she couldn’t resist the shiver of her body in response and the slight, scandalous gasp that slipped through her lips. If the idea was to unsettle her, it was certainly working well

The moment, as steamy as it was, did not last long before Maiden was sent off running with the Irish Whip, tossed across the ring at high speeds. She turned at the last moment and let her back hit the pads instead of her chest, and that was where she stayed for the moment. Hanging on them. Leaning forward. Waiting…

An unintended, though not altogether unpleasant consequence of Gwendolyn embracing the stalwart maiden for those brief seconds before her suplex, was the heiress noticing how Misaki had an admirable knack for maintaining her composed nature. Even when the two were within heated breathing distance of eachother and gazing directly into one another's eyes. Such a stoic and disciplined demeanor was indeed the perfect attitude one most have in order to serve at Gwendolyn's side, but testing that iron-clad will was Gwen's responsibility in this rather unique job interview.

Once Misaki was sent sprinting towards the nearest turnbuckle, Gwen would follow forthwith. Except in a more casual and nonchalant stride than anything else. Her sinewy legs elegantly crossing eachother with every poised and bewitching footstep, flicking her golden curls off her shoulder with a hipful sway throughout her approach. All calculated movements intending to make Gwen the center of Misaki's attention and see just how stalwart the purple haired maiden truly is.

"Ah...brief sidenote. Should I deem you worthy of the position, you can expect routine sparring matches no different than this one on a very frequent basis. Having a worthy sparring partner on call 24/7 is an advantage I intend to make thorough use of. Just something to keep in mind~..." Gwen uttered during her teasing approach. Upon reaching the cornered maiden, Misaki would feel the dainty hands of the heiress cupping her thighs just below her backside. A firm grip that Gwen needed to hoist Misaki up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle with a slight groan. The tell tale motions of the aristocrat setting Misaki up for some high impact maneuver if uninterrupted...

When Maiden hit the corner and spun to face her opponent, she immediately tensed up, her reflexes preparing for a followup right away. They were quick to relax, however, when she saw the heiress sauntering her way at a leisurely pace, as if she were strolling down the beach at evening tide. She spoke as well, but nothing she was particularly off-putting or disagreeable. Maiden was notably lacking in sparring partners these days, so the idea of having one to work with on a regular basis was certainly a nice bonus to the position.

Still, though, she kept her eyes focused forward as Gwendolyn moved in. She remained pliant as the heiress moved in and lifted her up with a small bit of effort, seating her on the top turnbuckle, no doubt setting up for something quite spectacular.

A pity that she wouldn’t be able to execute it. Not if Maiden had her way.

The moment she sat down on the turnbuckle, Maiden shot her legs out and brought them around Gwendolyn’s head, trying to trap it at both sides, while pulling her head in at the same time. Her left leg tucked under her right knee, and if all went according to plan, she would catch her potential employer in a tight forward figure four headlock, powering down on the young woman’s skull with her own creamy thighs.

Gwendolyn's cavalier approach towards Misaki was due in no small part to her preening overconfidence after having subtly planted seeds of temptation in the Maiden's mind. As to whether or not those seeds would eventually blossom and bloom or remain inert would simply be a matter of time. If there was one solitary fact the Gwen happened to learn from having Yayoi under her thumb, the most loyal and capable attendants are the ones who serve you not out of their own financial obligation. But rather out fanatical worship~...

In the meantime, Gwen opted to use this rare sparring opportunity to attempt new and unconventional maneuvers to expand her distinctly graceful moveset, such as a ring-rattling superplex or top-rope hurricanrana. As to which one she decided upon...would be a question forever unanswered, as once Gwendolyn hauled Misaki up to the top turnbuckle, the potential employee would spring back to life and clench her legs tightly onto Gwen's golden haired cranium.

"Nngh..." Gwen scrunched her elegant face from the sudden down-pouring of pressure on her head from Misaki's sinewy thighs, upon which Gwen was now patting and gripping in initial attempts to pull them apart. An unexpected, or perhaps intentional, result of Misaki tugging her forward in the headscissors was having Gwen's head stuffed entirely up the maid's frilly skirt. A rather…suggestive, image that was wholly unflattering for someone of her regal and high-class stature, and one that Gwen was too frazzled to respond to aside from a few labored pants against the soft skin of Misaki's inner thighs.

To tell the truth, Maiden hadn’t been thinking much of anything when her legs snapped around Gwendolyn’s lovely neck, clamping on like a pair of hungry pythons. Her head was there, wide open, and she reacted, the sort of move she’d done against more foes than she cared to count. The heiress was hardly the first person to get this close and intiment with Maiden’s boy shorts.

Boy shorts that she was exceedingly glad she’d decided to wear today, instead of something more revealing and less comfortable for the both of them.

But that wasn’t where Maiden’s focus was. Instead, she kept her steely gaze on Mercedes, even as she gripped the ropes on both sides of the turnbuckle to keep Gwendolyn from powerbombing her. After a scant second, she finally spoke up, the annoyance clear in her voice.

”I’m grabbing the ropes. Illegal hold.” Her eyes were pure venom. ”Count.”

It took another moment for Mercedes to realize what Maiden meant, but when it dawned on her that she was supposed to be a referee, she snapped to it right away, counting away with a bit of haste to it.

Satisfied, Maiden powered down on her hold, crushing Gwendolyn’s skull with her sinewy thighs. Working as both a wrestler and a maid had given her considerably strong legs, and she had no qualms displaying the fruits of her labor. ”As for you, my lady,” She leaned forward, so only her potential employer could hear her through the skirt. ”I look forward to serving at your pleasure, in any way you see fit.”

Playing along with Gwendolyn’s game was both risky and risque, but Maiden was secure enough to go through with it. Besides, she had substance to back it up.

Before the count could be finished, Maiden pushed off the turnbuckle, throwing her body to the side and swinging her opponent’s head along with it. As she moved, Maiden suddenly jerked back with her torso and pulled her legs in as she fell, releasing them at just the right moment to send Gwendolyn flying towards the center of the ring with a hurricanrana.