Maid–In–Waiting

For the time being, Gwen opted not to open her eyes and prefer to be oblivious as to what type of undergarment Misaki fancied herself wearing. Curiosity and a certain temptation not withstanding, especially considering that being stuffed up Misaki's skirt came with the embarrassing though not altogether unpleasant sensation of being trapped in a world of frilly fabrics and warm, soft skin bearing down on her blushing cheeks.

Being this unnervingly close to Misaki's crotch was motivation enough for Gwen to continue squirming and struggling to find a way to free herself from what was becoming an increasingly locked in maneuver. Adding to Gwen's frustrations was overhearing Misaki chastise Mercedes for her sub-par refereeing skills before offering Gwendolyn her own innuendo-laden retort.

The fact that Misaki was able to briefly ignore the heiress subdued between her legs and deftly orchestrate the match itself was a testament to both her multi-management skills and the confidence she had in her muscled thighs. It stung Gwendolyn's mountainous pride to be so deftly handled and brought under control like this, but her own flustered thoughts would be decidedly scrambled once she was sent tumbling head over heels.

"Hggh..." The heiress offering an embittered groan from being flung towards the middle of the ring, her light-weight frame causing her to roll over herself before coming to a deadened stop on her back. Gwendolyn wasn't content with resting on her laurels for too long though. Dizzied or not, she was already shuffling over to her side in the early preambles of getting her hands and knees beneath her.

As soon as Maiden sent Gwendolyn flying with the hurricanrana, she quickly rose to one knee and looked over her shoulder, just in time to see the fruits of her labor. Well done. Perhaps lacking some of the polish from her earlier years, but that would come back with time. Gwendolyn was a former and likely-future champion, being able to hold her own against - if only for the moment - bode well for a future run in the AFW.

Thoughts for another time. For now, her mind returned to Gwendolyn and the task of proving her worth as a sparring partner. A part of her worried that she was going a tad too hard, but another part reminded her that her entire appeal was being a capable opponent for the heiress. If Gwendolyn wanted a glorified punching bag, Mercedes or any of the others would do. She was selected to present a challenge.

It was that sort of thinking that drove her to move forward, coming up to Gwen’s side as she started to rise. It drove her to grab Gwendolyn’s head, taking care to avoid messing up her hair any more than necessary as she helped the former champion to her feet. And it drove her towards what her next attack would be.

As soon as she had Gwendolyn high enough, Maiden reached out and tried to wrap her arm around her head, pulling her into a front facelock. A minor hold by itself, but the start of more substantial things if she could get it locked in.

Having the freedom to breathe fresh air once again was an immense relief that was regrettably short-lived once she felt the prospective maid overshadow her. The heiress muttering a frustrated groan from being tenderly hoisted back up before being not so tenderly tugged into a snug front facelock.

Gwendolyn began shuffling her feet around to maintain her balance while her arm started feeling around while trying to find Misaki's slim abdomen. The maid's extensive Wrestle Angels experience was clearly keeping her on her par with the curly-haired aristocrat, and causing Gwen to change up her approach of the match by attempting certain counters she had hoped to unveil in a grandiose venue. The deserted and undignified AFW locker rooms having to regrettably make due.

Gwen's half-hearted tapping of Misaki's stomach would reveal it's purpose once she began to pelt her stomach with steady strikes. Ones that only intended to rattle the maid into loosening up on the headlock long enough for Gwen to maneuver her arm behind the maids waist. By extending her leg forward and sweeping it back to collide with back of Misaki's leg, Gwendolyn intended to send the pair of them elegantly spiraling in tandem before slamming Misaki on the back of her head in a absolutely disorienting Ranhei, followed up with a one-legged cradle pin!!

"1!"

Maiden couldn’t help but let a tinge of worry slip into her mind as she ground away on Gwen with the front facelock. She wouldn’t say she was disappointed by the heiress’ abilities, but she had believed her to be a little more skilled than this. The Gwendolyn that she’d on television had impressed her greatly, and this meeting would never have occurred if she didn’t. There were others in the AFW that she could have pledged fealty to, women with clout who would have surely taken her service, but she hadn’t sought any of them out.

Only Gwen. Only her.

She was more impressed when Gwendolyn started showing life and fought back, hitting with unladylike punches. However, it was what came next that truly reaffirmed her faith, ensured Maiden that her trust was being put in the right place.

A ranhei. Maiden knew the move, it was one of her favorites, though she seldom got the chance to use it. After a whirlwind ride, the move ended with Maiden on her back and Gwendolyn pinning her.

”Well done!” She gave her glowing review as she kicked out, flopping away from Gwendolyn and rolling to her hands and knees. She did nothing more than that, however, needing a moment to shake her head and reset her brain. It had been quite a tumble.

Gwen's entourage at ringside weren't exactly sure who to root for here. Their curly-haired supreme leader...or the authoritative maid who would could potentially be in direct control of their lives for the foreseeable future. In the end they opted to remain silent as the grave and wisely neutral in the battle of authoritative wills, with only a few wincing expressions when either maid or heiress gained the upper hand.

However, Gwen noticed this wavering allegiance in the back of her head. And was now compelled to squash any semblance of doubt her entourage may have been fostering. The heiress knowing full well that any iota of foreseen weakness in their leader must be immediately expunged, or risk having followers that may hesitate when given instructions. Such a thing was wholly unacceptable.

Gwen suffered some lingering dizziness herself after sending the pair spinning over eachother, unhooking her leg from Maiden's when she flopped out of the entangled pin attempt. But despite her wobbly vision, Gwen saw only opportunity when she noticed Maiden on her hands and knees in front of her. After scooching beside Maiden, Gwen weigh herself down on Sakurazaki's back while wrapping both arms around her. One arm going over her shoulder from behind, the other lewdly going right between Maidens toned legs. The heiress than pushing off her own legs to send them both tumbling over until Maiden was now on her back with Gwen's hands clasped together. An Oklahoma rollup into a cradle pin attempt that had Gwen smirking down and inches from Maiden's face while having her cradled like a child.

"I recommend you save your glowing adoration until after we've had our little fun~..."

"One!'

Maiden made note of the silence as well, though her takeaway was significantly different than Gwendolyn’s. To her mind, there was no question who they should be rooting for. Maiden might became their supervisor, but that hardly meant she’d be usurping her position. Gwendolyn was their employer, their mistress, their focus. They should never not cheer her.

So obvious, yet they had trouble with even that. Maiden would have her work cut out for her.

Later. Today’s problems were more than enough, such as the haughty heiress’ body draping over her shoulder. Maiden started to squirm free - particurly when Gwendolyn’s deft hand reached between her leg - and she might have gotten free, too, if her opponent hadn’t executed the Oklahoma roll up. An impressive move, more than the last, but Maiden kept her lips tight. If Gwendolyn wanted her silent, she would be silent.

”Two!”

This time, she took the better half of two before she kicked out, springing from the rollup. Eager to retake the pace, she scrambled to her feet and lashed out, going for a snap kick to Gwen’s stomach. A little desperate, but if it got the heiress to back off, it would be worth it.

Considering that Gwendolyn saw little to be gained from bending the spine or tweaking the ankle of the maid and render her incapable of performing the substantial number of maidenly duties the heiress had in store for her, Gwendolyn wisely opted to keep her moveset limited to nimble counters and tricky pinning maneuvers.

For now, Gwendolyn saw this as a splendid opportunity to put into practice a number of fresh new maneuvers she had been rehearsing with whichever unlucky trainer she had singled out that day. Mercedes recognizing a few of them herself while she continued counting and slapping her hand against the canvas before Misaki would spring out of the impromptu pin attempt.

Yet as swift as Gwendolyn was at spinning around and getting back to her feet a second before Misaki, the heiress wasn't quite fast enough to foresee or dodge the sudden straight kick to her stomach. A started groan and jolt of her body before collapsing to one knee was the direct result of the stiff boot to her gut, leaving Gwendolyn winded with her head tilted down and momentarily stunned from the maid's snap decision to go for the snap kick.

”Ha!”

As much as Maiden loathed such poorly thought out attacks, she couldn’t deny their occasional utility, such as in the current case. Hitting Gwendolyn with the kick was an impulsive move, one that could have just as easily failed her in spectacular fashion...but it didn’t It worked. What was more, it gave her just the advantage she needed. The heiress was down, on one knee, and-

Hm.

She was in the perfect position for a certain move, though it was a tad risky just to try it. Should she? It was a wild shot, but it would indeed impress her potential employer if she pulled it off. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

After a single second of hesitation, she bounded away from Gwendolyn and hit the ropes to pick up steam. She came back at full steam, jumped up, place one foot on the heiress’ upturned knee, then swung the other with a knee aimed at the side of her head, looking to strike her with a swift Shining Wizard.

Inelegant...yet insufferably effective.

Gwen's own way of describing the gut check that had her huddled over herself with one hand covering her abdomen while on one knee. The heiress peered up from behind her drooping golden curls under her straining breathing to notice Misaki sprinting off towards the ropes with, no doubt, ill intent on her way back. She wisely decided that it was in her best interest to take the proverbial gloves off against the surprisingly adept wrestling maid.

Gwen narrowed her eyes from what was becoming a challenging spar where the victor was now in question. However, being propped up on one knee meant more than just having a steady base to lean on. It also meant already being in a crouching position that most sprinters use to catapult themselves forward.

Gwendolyn than unleashing her inner track star by dashing forward and meeting Maiden halfway on her return. By tucking her toned legs back in mid-air and shooting them forward at the perfect time, it should be no great feat for the nimble heiress to seat herself snugly on Maiden's shoulders. And neither should pitching Misaki head over heels into a skull-rattling frankensteiner, the heiress clenching her thighs tightly before rearing her lightweight frame backward into the topsy-turvy maneuver.

As Maiden rushed towards Gwendolyn, her lithe legs scarcely touching the mat as she flew, she couldn’t help reminiscence and think back to her earliest days as a wrestler, when the whole sport was new. She’d been away so long that she’d almost forgotten how exhilarating a truly good match could be. Even this small taste was more than enough to whet her appetite for suitable competition.

Those pleasant thoughts came to an end, however, when she noticed that Gwendolyn was much close than she had been on split second, and getting much closer. And jumping up. And extending her legs around her head…

Just like that, it was over.

The frankensteiner was a rough move all by its lonesome, but as it happened, Maiden was running towards Gwendolyn at full speed when she executed it. She had momentum, quite a bit of it, and all that force continued to propel her forward as she was swung up and over and dropped right on her head with a thunderous crash.

She must have blanked out for a second, because the next thing she remembered, she was looking up at the heiress from between her legs. Oh, and the splitting headache.

”Well…” Her face scrunched up. ”Well…”

She was trying to say ‘well done’. Couldn’t quite spit it out.