Tag Team Title match! Imperial Order (c) vs Pride Queens! [FWC]

Even for a team as unequivocally loathed as the Imperial Order, Gwen's dazzling airborne hurricanrana earned scant "oooh's" from the ringside audience after witnessing her acrobatic takedown. A concrete example of how a crowd can begrudgingly acknowledge wrestling prowess even against the most despised of competitors. Gwen herself elegantly spiraling around and landing in a dizzying flourish on her knees beside the dizzied lioness. Disoriented enough to need a second or two to regain her balance, the heiress would than prop up one of her knees and push off it to stand back up and approach Amy.

"Now, now, now...such blatant interference and abject disregard for the rules simply cannot be tolerated~..." Gwen smugly admonished with her index finger wagging downward at the languishing Amy, the heiress smirking delightedly before rearing her pearl white boot back and fiercely stomping down at the precise spot on Amy's back she was tending to. Gazing upward at the nearby ringsteps, Gwen used Amy as a stepping stone as she approached the steel structure. She strained herself while pushing the surprisingly heavy top half of it off and have it tumbling over, but once the deed was done Gwen would reapproach the downed Amy and tug her upwards into a snug front side headlock.

"Well, certainly not to split hairs, but in actuality it was your ill-tempered partner who unjustly struck first. Not that I'm taken aback in the slightest by the boorish behavior of uncouth riffraff~..." The utter hypocrisy of Gwen's statement was hardly lost on the posh aristocrat, knowing full well that her own interference was no different than what Amy was attempting to do. To her, Amy was merely deeply regretting that her own misguided attempt ended up failing miserably.

Tugging Amy backward a few steps with the headlock firmly fastened on, Gwen positioned them both so the shortened steel staircase was directly behind her. Most anyone in the audience could foretell what the heiress was scheming at this point. Even moreso once Gwen would drape Amy's right arm behind her neck and clench onto the side of the lioness' shorts. By bending her legs and bucking her hips in one swift and fluid motion, Gwen would attempt to snap suplex Amy directly onto the unforgiving metal surface.

"THREE!"

Considering that Amy and Gwendolyn were technically not the legal members of their respective teams, the referee inside the ring could do little except half-heartedly admonish and scold the dueling blondes at ringside. The pin-striped official effectively having her hands tied while Gwen set the scene perfectly for Amy to be snap-suplexed onto the unforgiving steel behind them. Though her efforts would be for naught once the lioness's elbow harshly struck her side. A stunted groan escaping her lips before she suddenly found herself hoisted overhead with a panicked look in her eyes before being scoop slammed onto the flattened steel.

"Ragh!!" Gwen howled while immediately tumbling forward off of the reverberating steps, first to her knees before unceremoniously flopping forward and face-down into a miserable slump. One hand massaging her lower back while the other tugged on the nearby ring apron to aid her back to her hands and knees, the heiress wincing and gnashing her pearly whites from the throbbing back pains while the masses ecstatically cheered seeing the haughty aristocrat's well thought out plan blow up in her posh face.