[FWC] Tournament United Kingdom Vs. Croatia

Nikolette paced back and forth as she waited for her music. She had looked at the brackets and found that someone else was laughing at her. She was hoping to get a piece of Kelly in the first round so they could settle things. Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen. Instead she was paired up against a rookie named Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt. A woman of French/English ancestry who came from quite a bit of money.

She knew everything there was to know about the girl after reading over her bio. However, all that did was fill in the blanks about this particular Bettencourt. Nikolette was very familiar with the girl in other ways. Primol Group was an energy concern and Nikolette knew almost everything there was to know about energy. Despite being currently a wrestler by trade and a former part time mechanic, Nikolette had a passion for engineering. She wasn't schooled, but she was sure she could run circles around most people with as much schooling as she had years on earth. Primol Group was definitely company on her list of possible financiers when she was ready to start up her own workshop.

If this match went well, then maybe she could make a friend in the business. She had a lot to finish in AFW but her dream was always to have her very own workshop. She couldn't lose sight of that dream no matter what.

When her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igJAJV-ckIk:uj23omin]her music[/url:uj23omin] began to play, Nikolette burst from the backstage and was greeted with cheers. She was one of the more experienced girls in the tournament so despite being from a lesser known country, she still expected to do rather well.

She ran down the ramp, dressed in a tight fitting sports bra and baggy work pants. She had big clodhopper boots on and fingerless gloves. She jumped into the ring and went to her corner to stretch, preparing her body and mind for the match ahead. She was really looking forward to it. If she couldn't have a crack at Kelly yet, then maybe a fun match against a possible new friend might be just the way to keep her mind off the blonde bitch.

Several wrestling trainees dressed in blue and white tracksuits would be waiting patiently at the elevator for the curly haired heiress. Her legs in a split along the floor of the Executive Training Facility, the Imperial Rose would lean forward towards her outstretched leg and breathe steadily, her head going so low to the point where her face rested below her knee. Her caretaker,Winston, a tall and elderly gentleman dressed in a slick black suit and bow tie, would be standing above Gwendolyn as she performed her painful looking ballet leg stretches .

“Hmm…….This Tessla character seems to be an experienced technician…..with a distinct talent in the field of engineering,” Winston gruffly stated as he read Nikolettes AFW biography off the tablet in his hands. The slight movement of his thick grey mustache would be the only sign on his face that the gentleman was even speaking. “Perhaps a brief skimming of her profile may help get to know her and aid you in your upcoming bout…”

“Winston please, I canâ€t be expected to know the life story of every opponent I come across. I am already aware she is some low level plebian who has an expertise when under the hood of a car.” With a concentrated effort Gwendolyn would rise to her feet, already dressed in her frilly blue and white wrestling outfit that clung tightly to her curvaceous body. “I honestly donâ€t understand how knowing anything more about such a woman would be of any use to me”, Gwendolyn declared with a huff as she approached the elevator with her entourage waiting.

“Please madam…..it IS a long ride downstairs”. Winston extended his arm to offer Gwen the tablet, who would begrudgingly take the device and speed read it on the way down. “Very well….”

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRIAw6LkqlE:3iy5u38c]A grandiose and bombastic theme[/url:3iy5u38c] would herald the entrance of Gwendolyn, bursting from the curtains with a small entourage of trainees accompanying her down the ramp, two of which carried poles with the United Kingdomâ€s flag atop them. While Gwendolyn held no personal stake in the tournament, she appreciated any opportunity to draw more attention to her bouts. The entire point of this venture was to show her parents that she could compete with the best of them, and she needed to grab headlines to make the spotlight truly large enough for them to take notice. With a trainee sitting down on the middle rope to help her enter, Gwendolyn would turn to the audience and bow in a curtsy motion as one leg bent behind her. The pompous attitude along with the regal entrance generated boos from the audience, which would all slide right off her back.

Standing in the middle of the ring with her arms crossed beneath her puffed out chest, Gwendolyn addressed the Croatian native who was still in her corner. “Dragoslava, is it? As I understand it youâ€re quite the grease monkey….”

Nikolette watched as Gwendolyn came down the ramp. She was quite impressive with her aura, that was for sure. Nikolette wondered, though, if her skill was as grandiose as her appearance. She sized the girl up and quickly began to make assessments with her calculating mind. However, her demeanor remained friendly until the the blonde approached and used her real name. How did anyone even KNOW that!?

Nikolette blushed deeply at Gwendolyn's words. "Ahh... she took a step forward. "It's Nikolette... ma'am." She said, addressing the girl in a most formal way. "I had it changed a while ago. and... I'm an engineer." Nikolette lifted up her head and smiled. She extended her hand. "Primol Group does good work. Hopefully after the match we could..." Nikolette lowered her head. Don't get awestruck! She shook her head. "L-Let's have a good match! I'm really lookin forward ta seein what ya got!"

From word one the young croatian came off to Gwendolyn as a forlorn subordinate nervous to say the wrong thing. Gwendolyn smirked confidently at her opponents trepidation, she get's this all the time when meeting adoring followers. Nikolette's respectful tone and humble mannerisms impressed the heiress, not expecting one dressed in such a way to know how to approach a dignified lady such as herself. With an abnormal amount of grooming this "engineer" may someday resemble a civilized young lady.

"Ah, yes well we do pride ourselves in our dedication to excellence", Gwen boasted proudly while extending her hand for a firm handshake, but with Nikolette dressed like a mechanic Gwen would be somewhat worried her hand would be returned to her covered in oil. Complimenting Gwendolyn, even if it was directed more towards her company than her, put a smile on her face, content to see Nikolette had an eye for exceptional-ism. "After the match we could what?.....OH!!....Well, ahem, I'm flattered Ms. Engineer but we barely know each other and now is hardly the time to approach the subject," Gwen said with her own slight blush, misinterpreting Nikolettes anxiousness as coming on to her.

Gwen would back up into her own wrestling stance after some last minute leg stretches, waiting for the bell to ring.

Nikolette smiled, gripping Gwendolyn's hand eagerly with a firm hand shake. The words of the heiress resounded with Nikolette. And while the subcontext was lost on the slightly naive girl, Nikolette was glad to see they hit it off on the right foot. She backed away and looked over Gwendolyn, sizing her up as she would with any opponent.

As the bell rang, Nikolette was certain she could overpower the girl. She rushed heavily , looking to charge in with a hard fist to the face just to keep the girl dodging. However as she pulled back her fist she stopped and stuttered. What would happen if she beat this girl up? Would she lose her chance to get an audience? At the last second, Nikolette hesitated and threw out her other hand as well, trying to catch Gwendolyn in a collar-elbow tie up.

It wouldnâ€t take a fool to notice that Nikolette intended to overwhelm Gwen through brute force, the worker fatigues were kind of a dead giveaway. The Imperial Rose had already intended to duck to the left when the fist came flying….but both wrestlers would just kind of look at each other awkwardly when Nikolette hesitated.

Knowing an opportunity when it was standing before her, Gwen would rush in with several breast edge chops to the engineer, driving her backwards closer to the ropes. After about the third or fifth, Gwendolyn would to place both her hands on the sides of Nikolette head and grabbing her hair after lowering her own head so it was resting right beneath Nikolettes jaw. Falling to her knees in an attempted jawbreaker for the engineer, Gwendolyn would rub her own head from the maneuver afterward, still curious as to what caused Nikolettes reluctance...

nikolette's attempts at a hasty lock up were thwarted when Gwendolyn began to send quick chops to her chest. Before she had worn bulky overalls but as she slimmed down and gotten more serious in the ring, she only wore a sports bra, keeping her bountiful chest unarmored int his case. She was stunned by the chops and driven back with grunts before she could recover.

It wasn't until Nikolette's head was grabbed that she was able to clear out the haze fromt he chops. Her chest stung but she wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. However, Gwendolyn's quick jawbreaker sent Nikolette reeling and she crashed to the mat spectacularly, one arm pressed against her breasts and one clutching her jaw. She felt more foolish than she did hurt, letting Gwen get off a move like that.

Still rubbing the top of her own head from the jawbreaker, Gwen would stand tall over the downed Nikolette, thoroughly content at how easily she took control of the match. In an obvious attempt to flaunt her own flexibility, Gwen will extend her toned leg as high her above as she could, the sole of her foot reaching the roof before dropping it down in an exaggerated and thunderous leg drop upon Nikolette ample chest. Afterward the Imperial Rose would maintain her split leg position spread out on Nikolettes breasts, fluffing her hair for the cameras before looking down to address the floored Nikollette with a cocky grin.

“Ms. Engineer , I believe I know the reason for your hesitation, but do try to make this at least look sporting. I do hope that youâ€re a seasoned enough competitor not to let your infatuation with me affect your performance. You are representing your homeland, after all.”, Gwen said with a slight giggle, gracefully lifting herself upward and attempting to kick Nikollette over onto her front to set her up for the next move…

Nikolette pulled her hand away from her eyes just in time to see Gwendolyn's magnificently spread legs. Her eyes widened in awe until she realized that she was the target of the attack. "Guuuh!" Once again Nikolette's chest was impacted, this time much more harshly by Gwendolyn's legs and soon she was forced to watch the girl primp herself while Nikolette was in a humiliating position.

Nikolette wasn't sure what to do. A fist to the chin would surely end the haughty girl's control but what if that ended all chances to get her foot in the door? However, Gwendolyn's words were even MORE stunning. "I-In ... Infatuation!?" He stumbled over the word as Gwendolyn moved off her.

"I mean.. yer real pretty bOoooff!'

before she could even finish the sentence, she was kicked onto her stomach. She quickly tried to scrambled to her hands and knees. She just needed to get AWAY from Gwendolyn and think a bit. Her head was swimming though. In more ways than one. And her cheeks were quite hot and blushing furiously.