Cold Nobility

"Ace understands where I am coming from..." Alaina said, hoping it were true. "As for me being a pushover... Gwenniecakes.... you are delusional. Yeah Ace beat me with a rollup pin. You don't seem to understand that you didn't beat Ace either... you cheated her!" Alaina shouted into the mic with some fan approval. "The only thing that will be broken down when I face you will be you. Enjoy your last few days with that belt..." Alaina said as she dropped her mic and gavecGwendolyn one last glare before going backstage.

"G-Gwenniecak-...It's Gwendolyn!! GWENDOLYN!!" Gwenniecakes stomped her heeled foot as she yelled back at Alaina now retreating backstage. Whatever else Alaina had said may as well have not been said at all, the heiress was too incensed by the constant butchering of her name by practically every opponent she has come across in this league to notice, perhaps now officially a running joke in the locker rooms.

"Hmph..." With a flick of the mic to the fumbling hands of one of her servants at ringside, Gwen stepped through the ropes and strode up the ramp with her head held high, title belt over her shoulder, and her entourage in tow. Gwen was intent on continuing to celebrate her grand return to AFW with her per-planned night of glitz, glamor, and ludicrously posh expenses...