Maid–In–Waiting

"Hupupup~..." Gwen primly interrupted Maiden's dazed and nearly incoherent stuttering by pressing the top of her index finger across those rosy lips of hers.

"Do remember...Save it until AFTER we've had our little fun~..." Gwen smirking down at Maiden while her delicately placed index finger shushed her up. The whirling tornado of a frankensteiner ending with Maiden flat on her back and her posh sparring partner situated perfectly atop her well-endowed chest. Similar to a school-girl pin with the nearby referee flopping down to start the three count...which would be curiously interrupted by the heiress unseating herself from her maidenly perch and striding over towards the nearby ring-post.

The nearby entourage and Mercedes herself would all strike confused glances as Gwendolyn abandoned her cushiony pin attempt for the now dangerously lofty heights of the corner ring-post. The heiress now balancing herself by placing both of her feet on the adjacent top ropes to her side, her hazel-eyes zeroed in on Maiden while she groggily fond the will power to ascend once more.

Catapulting forward once maiden turned in her direction...ensnaring maiden's head with her extended hands...situating her chin on top of Gwen's shoulder...landing flat on her backside all while gracefully spinning in mid-air. It would all be done seamlessly and in the span of half a second for Gwen's first ever attempt of her new finishing move...

Haute Société~...

Maiden blinked in surprise as Gwendolyn placed a delicate finger on her lips, taken aback by the subtle touch. She had to concede, the heiress had a way about her that was rare to find between the ropes. A gentle dominance, a soft control. She reminded her a bit of Beauty Ichigaya, though Gwen was younger, more agile, and seemed to fit in her role more earnestly that Maiden’s fellow Wrestle Angel ever did.

Also, Beauty had bigger breasts, though she’d never mention that particular detail to Gwendolyn, should the topic arise.

With the heiress on top of her, she was prepared to kick out - or try, at least. She’d been rocked quite well, and while she was still aware of her surroundings, the sharp hurricanrana had put her brain in a tailspin. She was already in the perfect position, so a pinfall was only natural...but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, for whatever reason, Gwendolyn didn’t even make a legitimate pin attempt. A queer thing, when she’d show so much skill before. Only a rank rookie would let such an opportunity slip by.

A moment later, Maiden was making her way back up, shaking her head, scanning around the ring for Gwendolyn’s new position.  She didn’t see her, but she did see a flash off movement above, as a blue and white blur came from the corner of her eye.

And that was all she was, before her head was grabbed, brought down, and slammed into a fierce cutter that she never saw coming.

The move itself was damaging enough, but what made it truly terrible was the sudden surprise of it, the complete shock, the sheer alacrity. One second, Maiden was recovering. The next, her head was filled with pain and her body was falling backwards, coming down in a lifeless heap. She laid there, arms and legs limp, with her head slowly rolling from side to side. Still awake, but only in the lightest sense. Barely aware of the world around her.

It was a testament to maiden's own unforeseen aptitude in the ring that Gwen had to suddenly switch gears on her and take this spar as serious as she would any regulation match. And while going for the archetypical pin attempt immediately after Gwen's frankensteiner was the more conventional follow-up, the heiress was compelled to conclude this match in as grandiose a fashion as humanly possible.

Not only to quell any lingering doubt in her subordinates minds as to who their undying allegiance belongs to, but to put into practice a finishing move Gwen had been cultivating for the better part of a year now. Gwen's entropy title loss having perhaps one, sole positive outcome...and that was compelling the heiress to elevate her wrestling game to new heights with a technique that could guarantee a knockout against any foe. Be they Amazon, Cowgirl, or maid.

Landing on her pert backside in the middle of the ring with stunned onlookers offering sympathetic groans, Gwen casually flicked her golden curls over her shoulder with a pompous smile as she soaked in the sight of the disheveled maid barely clinging to consciousness. The exhilarating thrill of it all had sent a shiver up her spine as she seductively crawled over towards the fallen maiden. With one arm hooking behind her leg and the other behind her neck, Gwen would drape herself atop Maiden while interlocking her hands together in the cradle pin attempt. Despite her impending loss, Maiden should have reason to celebrate if she was coherent enough to overhear the soothing words being gently uttered straight to her face.

"Congratulations. You're hired~..."

"One!"

"Two!"

Maiden was only dimly aware of what was going on, her head well and truly rocked by Gwendolyn’s strange, but effective technique. Some part of her mind was still trying to piece together what had happened, where she had even learned such an impressive move…

Thoughts for later. Gwendolyn was wise, moving in quickly to secure the pin and finish the match, as it was. She was still conscious enough to register the pinning attempt, but that might have merely been her wrestling instincts at work. There was little she could actually do about it.

Her brain told her body to kick out. Instead, it managed the most meager of twitches. Nothing beyond that. But she supposed it hardly mattered, at any rate - even though she’d lost, Gwendolyn’s words told her she had won, too.

”3…!”

The maids all cheered for their mistress, thankfully not needing any prompting. As for Maiden herself, she merely sagged on the mat, staring up at her new mistress with a full blush across her face. After a moment, she closed her eyes and tried to regain whatever composure she could

”It will be a pleasure to serve under you, Madame Bettencourt.”

Locking down the pin attempt with as much unflinching tenacity as Gwendolyn was doing merely seemed like overkill at this point. Maiden, for all intents and purposes, having been rendered nigh unconscious and not requiring more than the most minimal of efforts to pin down.

Consider it Gwendolyn further making usage of the spar to practice new techniques, like this cradle pin. But there was a psychological aspect of cradling Maiden like this as she emerged victorious. It was a subconscious way of further branding her as the subservient right-hand lady to perform Gwen's bidding and truthfully take Yayoi's place by her side. A defining moment that was preceded by having been taken Misaki beyond her limits in an exhausting spar, and leaving Gwen with no better time to imprint the heiress' will over her latest acquisition.

"...*giggle*...Delightfully appropriate words." Gwen soothingly uttered with a coy smile, briefly sharing the same heated breathing space with Misaki before unlocking her hands and rising back up to her feet. The nearby Primol employees already approaching Gwen at ringside as they swarmed with words of flattery and congratulations. "Do attend to her, Mercedes." Gwen instructed while her employees offered her towels, water, and whatever accommodation they could.

"Of course, Madam Bettencourt." Mercedes meekly responded while on her knees besides Misaki. She reached into her pocket to uncover the bottle of smelling salts needed to stir Maiden back to life...but then she thought back to when all this started, and slyly pocketed it. After making sure no one was watching by peeking over her shoulder at the swarming attendants, Mercedes would than rear her hand back and slap Maiden upside her cheek with as much retributory force she could muster. The lowly employee remembering Maiden's "cheeky" greeting back in the hallway, and responding with a deceptively innocent smile once Maiden was awoken.

"Greetings, and Welcome To The Primol Family~..."