Fright Fight - Akiha Kosha & Gwendolyn Bettencourt Vs. The Maids without a Mistress

The final stomp to Diabella's skull erected a pained yelp, as the blow pressed her face into the mat and shattered her mask. All she could do was lie on the mat, hurting and groaning dizzily, when she was suddenly gripped by the hair and lifted to her feet. The arms wrapping around her waist and the cushioned breasts against her sore, bleeding back felt like a relief from the vicious bombardment, but it was short-lived as another boot came crashing into her skull. Her ears rang and her whole world was throbbing, and before she realized what was going on she was sailing towards the mat, coming to a painful halt at the base of her spine.

"One!" the referee called out, while Diabella struggled to get a sense of her surroundings. "Two!" a second slap hit the mat, and the severity of her predicament came to her. If it were her sister, that would be it; Camille would have no idea how to escape such a situation. But Diabella was able to jerk her shoulder up just in time to avoid the three count, lying in a safe, if not awkward, position.

Still, it was wise of Akiha to move on her partner, because before the two count had even hit, Camille was on the move. Rather than sending her out of the ring, the dropkick threw Camille into the barbed ropes on her end of the ring, prying a scream from her lips as they sunk into her flesh.

The unsettling crack of Akiha's boot against Diabella's jaw was the signal for Gwendolyn to pitch the diminutive maid overhead and implant her squarely on the back of her head and neck. The entire process of suplexing and subsequently maintaining the pin on her tip toes ended up being a simple task for the nimble heiress, especially considering the light weight maiden she was hugging onto from behind. Alas, for all her efforts, Diaballea would end up surprising the audience and and annoying the heiress from barely being able to squirm her way out of the hold.

"...How troublesome..." Gwendolyn nonchalantly sighed as she collapsed back down after relinquishing the hold. The prospect of earning an early pinfall would have no doubt sent a strong message to their future tag team opponents, though Gwendolyn certainly has no issue with continuing to teach the maids how a dignified and refined tag team can lay waste to their opponents.

By clenching onto Diabella's pink locks while rising back to her own feet, Gwen would position the Italian maid to be back on her knees whether she was ready to be elevated or not. The smirking heiress took the time to wipe some sweat from Diabella's face and part any lingering hair strands from her eyes. Her primp and proper care coming to an abrupt end when Gwen would than take a step back, and begin delivering thunderously powerful shoot kicks to her modest chest. The audience counting along with each jarring kick before it all culminated with Gwendlyn casually waltzing behind Diabella, placing her dress shoe against the back of her head, and daintily nudging her back down to the canvas face first.

Akiha continued to rush in as she saw Camille entering the ring.  She would perform a drop kick and send her opponent right into the ropes.  It managed to keep her opponent from interfering with the pin but it seemed that Diabella had managed to break out of the pin.  Still, it meant her partner could focus on her opponent and not have to worry about distractions.  The referee who was now no longer counting the pin would start to head towards the two of them.

Realizing that her time was short, the crimson hair crusader would move forward and attempt to hit Camille who was on the barb ropes with a clothesline in hopes of sending her out of the ring and towards the lightly padded ground below.  If everything worked out as planned, it would allow Gwendolyn to have a bit of time with Diabella without worrying about interference.  If her opponent was knock over the top ropes, Akiha would then slide under the ring and continue to pursuit her opponent.

Diabella broke the pin, but she was not in great shape for what it had gotten her. She couldn't do much more than groan in protest, dizzy from the abrupt and painful barrage, when she was hoisted by her hair up onto her knees. A gentle cough escaped her lips as Gwendolyn went from brutally savage to seemingly compassionate, or at least politely fastidious, wiping the sweat dripping into her eye and parting her hair, even if how it naturally set had her left eye obscured again.

But whatever compassion that act held was replaced with brutality once again as a fierce series of kicks slammed into her modest chest, each one causing her to squeal and cough. The audience counted along, practically mocking the maid in unison until the seventh kick left her gasping for air, shaking and barely on her knees. She felt like collapsing back to the mat, and it seemed Gwendolyn had the same idea, shoving her back down face-first into the canvas.

Camille was faring better, but only relatively speaking. Hooked onto the barbs of the ringside ropes, Akiha's clothesline dislodged her with a crimson spray and a agonized shriek, throwing her small body out of the ring and onto the unforgiving canvas outside. The outside of the ring was lined, no, decorated with all sorts of expensive antiques (or initially convincing knockoffs), all placed around for the destruction of one side or the other. Armchairs, coffee tables, candelabras and mirrors all lie in wait to be put to use, though Camille's chances of being the first to do so were looking slimmer by the second. She tore the mask from her face, less concerned with the ceremony of the match at this point than having a useful field of vision, and propped herself up to an elbow, wile the other hand reached behind and tended to her bleeding back.

The sheer destructive force behind Gwendolyn's kicks was always an unexpected and agonizing shock to her opponents, most of them not anticipating them coming from someone as nimble and graceful as the heiress was. Each strike ringing off like echoing shotgun blasts throughout the stadium that left not one fan cringing, wincing, or just generally thankful they weren't the unfortunate soul in the ring taking those heart-stopping shots to the chest.

After tenderly nudging Diaballa over to flop face-first against the canvas, Gwen nonchalantly strolled around Diabella with a carefree cadence before suddenly twirling in place and seated herself comfortably atop the lower back of the writhing maid. A flick of her golden curls over her shoulder and pompous smirk on her face completed the regal and queenly imagery quite nicely, all at the expense of the flattened Diabella being weighed down by the haughty noblewoman's backside.

"Before you've been granted the absolute privilege and distinguished honor of working under my illustrious employ, I'll first need to peruse your resume and make doubly sure you are even remotely capable of serving me at my every beck and call. I certainly hope your dictation is up to snuff~..." Gwendolyn elegantly gloated from her perch with her exquisite legs crossed, the heiress already planing out Diabella's future as a Primol employee.

Akiha moved in and hit her opponent with a clothesline that sent the maid outside of the ring and into all the furniture and all sorts of other knocks offs of what looked to be expensive items. The crimson hair wrestler would take a quick second to look, seeing the damage that had been done to her opponent. It seemed that the Japanese wrestler had done a number on her but she was still awake and that needed to change.

Not wasting any more time, Akiha would roll under the ropes, avoiding the sharp bits, after all, she didn't want to hurt herself. Once she was out of the ring, she would grab what appeared to be an expensive wooden chair before rushing towards her opponent and attempting to slam it right into her head, hoping to knock her out cold with such a brutal attack.

Not that she enjoyed it by any means, but acting as a human mount, and more importantly, as a maid, was probably Diabella's favorite part of this match so far. Or rather, her least hated. She still had her pride to hold onto, and the confidence that these women were not enough to bring her or her sister to heel, but... well, if they were to lose, at least it would be to someone who knew how to properly direct a maid. "R-rest assured," she grunted through the pain, "Camille and I are the very best maids you will find. Th-that is why we don't work for just anyone, signora."

However, Camille was a little less pleased with her state of affairs. Having been sent over the barbed ropes with a hefty clothesline, she lie limp on the concrete outside the ring, conscious but in pain. The weapons around her were not only ornate, but particularly heavy, and when Akiha lifted the wooden chair above her head, Camille's instincts kicked in, even in her dazed state. At the last moment, she rolled to the side, the chair smashing and splintering against the hard floor, while the blue-haired maid rolled to her feet. While she lacked the combat prowess of her older twin, Camille did have less compunction towards extreme, even lethal levels of violence, and so she grabbed what appeared to be a candlestick, swinging it toward her attacker's head in response.

"Well, I most assuredly hope that's the case, il mio futuro servo..." The prestigious noblewoman pinching Diabella's cheek while responding with her albeit modest knowledge of Italian. Gwendolyn thoroughly enjoying her grandiose posturing at the expense of the squirming handmaiden. "...although I'd wager that both of you will quite be incapable of performing even the most menial of tasks by the time this match reaches it's foregone conclusion. Lest you toss in the proverbial towel, post haste."

It was an earnest concern, after all. What good would her newly acquired handmaidens be if they were hobbling around in casts with bumps, bruises, and black eyes? Allowing them months of healing until they were presentable enough to be seen in public with her was a mild inconvenience for Gwendolyn that she was attempting to avoid, and one that Akiha apparently wasn't as Gwen overheard furniture being destroyed on the outskirts of the ring.

Gwen had thought of a solution to this puzzling dilemma, of course. By firstly shifting around atop her maidenly seat cushion, Gwen would apply a leg contorting stretch muffler towards the squirming italiana. The crook of Diabella's right leg now being angled sharply over the heiress' neck while Gwen's knee was fiercely digging against the side of the maid's head as well. The steadfast referee seeing if Diabella would submit from what was sure to be unbearable pain.

Rushing in quickly, Akiha would attempt to bring the high-class chair down on her opponent. Yet instead of hitting her opponent, the Japanese wrestler would simply hit the ground, causing the chair to break into several pieces. She would then turn to see her opponent only to be hit in the head by what appeared to be a candlestick. The attack would send her down but luckily the referee was now watching and with both Gwendolyn and Diabella both being in the ring and the pin no longer taking effect, the referee could focus on the two. She would start to scream, telling both girls to get back to their corner.