Showdown '19: The Glorious Debut (Promo Segment)

All three members of the Dominion, especially Trent, was gleaming in happiness upon gaining the acceptance of the noblewoman that was Gwendolyn. The Dominion wanted to seek allies that were of high status and high connections in and out of the AFW and the heiress was exactly that type of person. He was hoping befriending such an esteemed royal class lady would certainly benefit the group in the long run.

However, his conversation with the Heiress was cut short when the two odd boys started to take center stage again, offering their cake once more. However, the silly boy would trip over and the peace offering cake would go flying into the face of Gwendolyn.

"Whaaa! You fool" Trent would gasp, watching the entire scene unfold before his very eyes. What made matters worse was the heiress tripping on her own feet and falling on her ass.

"Quick, get a cloth Derek! I'll help her up" Jacob would say as he and Trent would gently grab Gwendolyn's arms to help her up on her feet.

"Psst, I think you guys better scoot. Otherwise you'll get in trouble" Derek whispered to the boys. With that warning, Derek would get a silk cloth and head over to Gwendolyn who was being pulled up on her feet by the two members.

"A-are you alright? Let us help" Trent would say, gently wiping the cake residue from her face to clean her up.

Beneath the slathered mountain of layered pastry and white frosting, resided the spread-eagled remains of the posh blueblood and whatever remained of her snobbish dignity. The Cake Curse striking once again striking to no-one's surprise, but everyone's laughing satisfaction. These interview segments of Gwendolyn's becoming notorious for these infernal mishaps...a fact that she had allowed to skip her mind in the middle of recanting one of her long-winded anecdote's before being interrupted the same cake she ushered to the background. From under which she being unearthed by the members of Dominion.

Aided back to her feet with goopy frosting masking her face, eventually being tenderly wiped off with a silk cloth. Which Gwendolyn fiercely snatched from Derek's hand and used to cleanse her face of the delicious frosting, revealing grimace underneath and spastic twitch to her right eye. "Cake...I...DESPISE...CAKE..." Gwendolyn's balled fists trembled from seething contempt as her arms remained rigidly stiff at her sides, the pastry slathered heiress ominously striding past the studly gentleman at her sides. Assumedly flanked by the members of Dominion while finding her way back up the ramp with a ruined dress, another embarrassing session of her show, and her keen memory making sure to remember whom she had to thank for this...

All the three regal men could not only sense but see the anger that was building up in the eyes of Gwendolyn. Still, the trio made it upon themselves as their duty to help a maiden in need. Trent and Jacob would help her back up to her feet while Derek would gently wipe the cake residue from her face. The said cloth was hastily snatched away from Derek's hand by the blueblood Heiress and she began to clean her face.

Upon the removal of the frosting, all three men saw the anger in Gwen's face, who balled her firsts and would walk past the members of the Dominion and make her way back up the ramp where she would then head to the backstage area and disappear out of sight.

"Well now, that certainly didn't go according to plan" Trent would say whilst rubbing his chin. "Yeah, you said it" Jacob would add while Derek would offer his silence. With that, Trent would motion for the Dominion to exit and the three men would soon make their exit as well.