~Crème De La Crème~ Feat. Blazing Blizzard

Belinda would shrug her shoulders a little at Gwendolyn's words. " I guess you don't know me very well. I would mess with you, but we've only faced off in one match and it took you and Akiha double teaming me to get me out. Sadly this time, I have back up. Though to answer your question, I enjoy messing with Akiha." Belinda said as she would then look over at her rival.

" You've beaten me a few times, but our two previous matches...trust me honey. Your ass is grass when we step into the ring." Belinda said with a smirk towards Akiha. " Chelsea might now have beaten you, but you've only had one match. Please don't try and cling to just one victory in an odd match type. It makes you look a bit...sad you know?" Belinda let out teasingly as she would place her hand on Chelsea's shoulder. " You're right about that, considering how they seem to just think of us as a semi-threat, this match should be easy. Easiest title gain in a long time~" Belinda joked as she would pat Chelsea's shoulder again with a grin on her face.

Gwendolyn intently spied both Akiha and Belinda and meticulously examined their subtle mannerisms and proposed explanations as to why Akiha and Belinda were acting unlike any competitive rivalry she had ever played a part in. The heiress narrowing her eyes suspiciously until she finally came to the only logical conclusion."...Ah, that must be it. I've simply not found an adequate challenge in this ramshackle establishment who produces such inferior talent. And apparently continues to do so given our current challengers." Gwen poshly took a sip of tea with a smug smirk, though she knew better than to let this subject be forgotten. Merely shelved for another, more convenient date.

"Hmph...so many spiteful words and not an ounce of gratitude. Still, I've come to expect such vulgarness from our opponent's given how often we've had these discussions. Madam Loski should consider herself especially grateful for this golden opportunity considering the only reason she is even in our illustrious presence is because she hitched her wagon to a Northman and is riding that name out of whatever mundane, mediocre existence from whence she came..." Gwen nonchalantly continued dipping her tea bag before raising her tea cup for another sip, though she would stop pre-sip and turn to Chelsea to spell it out for her feeble mind. "What I mean to say is that you wouldn't be here without Belinda, and you have no place at this table~..." Now she would sip...

If Chelsea didnt like Gwen before, the stuck up women was giving her no end of reasons not to now. She had turned her recent rant agaisnt her, not even mentioning her prior but now continuing to treat her like a nuisance who only made a difference by tagging up with Belinda to get somewhere. A few insult beyond what Chelsea was capable of being able to handle without compliant before her hands came up and she attempted to grab Gwen's hair mostly so she could pull her up for something else.

"No place Huh!? How about I show you why I'm more then capable of handling myself without Belinda by painting your cups a shade of red Gwennie!?" Chelsea said looking just about ready to hit or choke Gwen out and not stop in a matter of seconds.

Belinda heard the words of Gwendolyn as clear as anyone else in the room, the nerve on this fellow blond was making the Swede's blood boil, she was getting ready to slug Gwen, but it was Chelsea who jumped up first and reached for that hair of Gwendolyn. 

The fact that Chelsea had done it first, was what stopped Belinda from doing it. She was able to get an extra moment to think and...it was better to settle this in a different manner than that. Moving up she'd try and hook her arms under Chelsea's and try and pull her tag partner back. " Woah! Woah! Calm it Chels, don't let her get under you skin!" Belinda let out, this was probably exactly what Gwendolyn wanted. " We'll take care of them in the ring, don't worry about her!" 

As usually, Gwendolyn was stirring the pot, causing trouble and talking smack about her opponent, even Akiha felt a bit bad for the insults that she gave towards Chelsea. On the bright side at least the subject of the relationship between Akiha and Belinda had been forgotten. Though now she could see the fire that was being lit in Chelsea and it was a look she had seen far too many times, in fact using past experiences, the Japanese wrestler knew what was probably coming up next, she would grab a plate, ready to defend herself, though she felt most of it would be directed towards her tag partner.

Yet to Akiha surprise, nothing happened, instead, Belinda managed to step in and calmed her tag partner down. As a result, Akiha would take a moment to look at Gwendolyn, she knew how this was probably going to end and honestly she was kind of sick of it. Having an opening, she knew that Gwendolyn would probably be thinking the same thing, she just wanted to make sure. If her tag partner was on the same wavelength as her, then she would wait for the signal before springing into action.

Amongst the plethora of talents and skills someone of Gwendolyn's aristocratic lineage found herself to be flawless at executing...tentatively reading a room was one of her specialties. And of their two guests, Chelsea's buttons were by far the more entertaining to push considering how unchecked her temper seemed to be due to some frivolous grudge she seemed to foster against Gwen over this Amy individual she kept prattling on about. As a result, it was relatively effortless to have Chelsea abandon all notions of proper decorum for a refined tea party and go flying off the handle in a blinding rage. All Gwendolyn was doing was simply speaking the unvarnished truth of the matter...as if there was any other fathomable reason for why this vulgar hooligan was being gifted with a chance to be in the heiress' presence.

Gwendolyn continued finishing her tea and remained unflappable even with Chelsea's clawed hands a few inches away from grazing her before being restrained by her partner. Time and again matters had escalated to this heated juncture in their promos, and by now Gwendolyn and Akiha were both duly prepared. "And that concludes our segment for the evening. I'm ever so sure it's been an absolute pleasure for you to cavort with those of a more civilized and sophisticated company, but it seems we should continue this delightful repartee at SummerSplash. Cheerio~..." Gwendolyn elegantly uttered while gently placing her tea cup on the table, emphasizing her last word as the signal that the pair had agreed upon. With Akiha's help, Imperial Order would simultaneously grasp the sides of their round table and heave it towards the SS opponent's. Burying them beneath the table and all manners of cakes, pastries, and spilled over tea.

Chelsea wasnt interested in listening to Belinda for once. Instead she was more focused on just shutting up Gwen, then beating her and Akiha in a match. Belinda advocating for peace wasnt exactly on her list of actions she thought she took and she looked at the blonde for a moment in surprise and confusion. Though that little instance of confusion proved to be the opening the Imperial Order needed, jumping up and pushing the table over and at them! With only enough time to push Belinda a bit out of the way.

"Eaagh!" Chelsea screamed as she was suddenly hit and bombarded by an upturned table and all its contents, tea hitting her legs and part of her clothes, a pit of the pastries hitting her across the face leaving a mess and table bonking her in the head and sending her down as it fell on her. "Who the hell...."

Belinda wasn't usually one for fighting people backstage, it had happened a few times in her time here in AFW, but she figured that any confrontation outside of the ring could just as well be settled inside the ring. Besides, she didn't trust Gwendolyn in these kind of manners. She figured that Gwendolyn would be able to cry foul at this event and claim a minor injury to get out of the match or something. She wasn't going to give Imperial Order any chance to get out of this match.

Though, it seemed as if that turned against them, as she felt Chelsea at bay. She shortly enough was slightly pushed off of her tag partner before the table was flipped. Eyes widened as it crashed into the two of them and brought them down onto their back, cake, tea and all other sorts of pastries flying around and on top of them as they were left beneath the once fancily set table.

" Uuugh....!" Belinda groaned out as she would try and shove the table off of herself and Cheslea, wincing out a little after being downed by the table flipping.

Working with her partner, Akiha would flip the table towards Chelsea and Belinda. For once she was happy that neither of them got hit by the food and that it was their guest. “Oh my, it seems our guest have had a little accident. Though that is what happens when you are rude. Perhaps you will learn some manners.” stated Akiha as she then brushed her hair aside with one hand while taking a pose with her other hand.

With that, Akiha would step onto the table, letting her weight come down on both wrestlers before moving on. This was meant to be a sign to show they were not even worth noticing. Upon setting off the table and making her way to the edge of the ring, Akiha would exit the ring, now done with the entire promo.

Having both been the unlucky recipient of the Crème De La Crème curse, wherein the host of the evening would always end up wearing whatever food or beverages were presented for the evening, the posh noblewomen finally came to an accord and formulated a scheme to make sure neither of them would suffer the same indignity once more. Their plan unfurling perfectly as Gwendolyn mirrored Akiha's foot step onto the table while striking her own haughty pose

"Highly doubtful, Madam Kosha. We can hardly expect ones of such feeble intellect and coarse vulgarity to learn proper etiquette so easily. Nevertheless, tis our esteemed duty as refined noblewoman to continue educating this uncouth rabble on the depths of their inadequacies when next we meet. OHhohohohoho~..." Gwen's unmistakably haughty laugh against the back of her hand echoed throughout the arena as Imperial Order made their exit, thankfully out of earshot of the cringing audience.