When A Prince Meets A Queen

With barely her foot in the door in AFW, Eileen Sommers was feeling surprisingly smug and confident as she dipped her taste buds into yet her second glass of the night of her favourite Jean Lenoir. Clad in something of a tight fitting yet elegant black dress, the Queen of Summer had already had her servants, despite such a name not of course being their official title, tend to her every particular need of the night, not before setting the dinner table before her in something of a distinctly precise fashion. Whilst nothing close to the Sommer's family estate back in her home city of Köln, Eileen had acquired herself something of a fine establishment even by her overbearing standards; the modest property she now lived in elegant yet modern.

Noticeably, not a drop of food, or even that which one would denote as an appetizer, was served before the woman on the silver platters filling the table. Weirdly enough, turning her eyes to such, she'd grin to herself, before leaning back in her chair, hand to her glass of red. Dismissing her 'employee's' from her sight with something of a rude gesture, the Queen of Summer would make one final adjustment to her long red locks, gazing at herself in her handheld mirror before slipping it back in her purse, which too was tended to and removed from obstruction by a servant at hand.

She needed to look perfect of course. She was expecting royalty.

The wrestling prince received a strange letter in the post a couple of days ago, the letter certainly looked like it was sent by a posh person. The receipt was ofcourse Daisuke and it was sent by someone of the name "Eileen Sommers" The Queen of Summer. He thought about it for a while, had he known her? Had he met her before? The name did not strike a bell but by the contents of the letter it certainly did look like a formal invitation to a dinner fit for a prince.

With a little bit of hesitation as to what this was about, he decided to accept it. Arriving at the fine estate, he gazed upon the front door as he was in a formal grey suit. "Hmm I got a strange feeling about this one" he sighed to himself before ringing the door bell. He was greeted by a butler, who recognised Daisuke and invited him in. "Ah Mr.Takeuchi, the mistress awaits you" he said before asking the prince to follow him.

The place was indeed a fine establishment as the prince looked around, after passing through the hallway, he was pointed to a particular room and upon entering, he gazed upon the red head clad in her black dress. "Eileen Sommers I presume?"he said as he walked forward towards her.

The moment Eileen heard a noise, a dark smile came across her lips. It simply must of been the man she was awaiting. After all, none of her 'slaves' would dare speak unless given instruction to do so. Taking but one final swig, she would place the glass back on the table, before bringing both hands to her cheek, elbows to table, leaning forward slightly at the one door Daisuke could actually enter from.

"Daisuke...Takeuchi...The Wrestling Prince..." Eileen would somewhat purr, with something of an emphasis on her last word, before her servant could even open his mouth. With a flick of the Queen of Summer's fingers, said servant was quickly instructed to leave, as the Wrestling Prince took but a few steps towards the redhead.

"Ah ah...that will do..." Eileen would again mutter, this time with something of a more serious tone as her hands suggested the man takes no further steps. Her extended hand would then slowly fall to her empty glass, before she motioned somewhat to a bottle on the table besides where Daisuke was so close to.

"Would you be so kind as to...?"

The wrestling prince had no idea what he was getting himself into. He wasn't prepared for a fight as he had no idea who this woman was or why she called him in. Once he entered the hallway, he looked at her and he raised his eyebrow. He was in his suit and she was certainly dressed formally, making him a bit relaxed this wont be an ambush. Daisuke watched, as with a flick of her fingers, she sent the servant away and it was just Daisuke and Eileen in the room. He approached her but he was quickly stopped, he stopped and without saying a word he looked at the bottle she pointed to, clearly he took offence to her remarks and instantly wanted to get back at her.

"Eileen Sommers is it?" he said as he smirked, he didn't take any step forward as instructed but defying the woman, he didn't pour in the drink either. "Please, help yourself" he said as he took a seat.

"So then, what's this about. Who are you?"

Immediately upon the man's entry the Queen of Summer's cogs between her ears had already begun to turn. Pondering in curious fashion at the man, Eileen would find her request of the man declined through somewhat ignorance. Or perhaps Daisuke simply didn't like the look of the figure before him.

Noticeably, the Wrestling Prince was happy to take a seat besides the woman as opposed to opposite her. Such action was considered something of a point in Eileen's mind, as the man had inadvertently declared her head of the table.

Without breaking eye contact, she would slowly raise her right hand to the small bell placed but a few inches infront of her. Raising it, again without breaking contact, she would but give a single shake; it's high tones clear once the man had finished his question.

The door opening yet again, one of the redhead's servants would enter without breaking silence. Without even questioning what was needed, he would take to the bottle Daisuke had refused to hand her, before opening it, and pouring the redhead a glass. Noticeably, he did not pour one for the Wrestling Prince.

"It is quite the interesting name, is it not? The Wrestling Prince" Eileen's eyes would finally fall from the mans own, onto her glass of red as she swivelled it with a fluid motion before taking yet another sip.

"Do tell me. What denotes a title like that bestowed in such a sport?"

Initially Daisuke didn't know what this was about, even upon entering he hadn't a clue what to expect, who this woman was or what she wanted from him. As he walked towards the table, he could sense there was something strange about her. She looked like a woman who loved having people do things for her, just to feel powerful and in control. As he walked towards her he noticed she wasn't taking her eyes off him.

When she signalled for him to pour the wine, the prince thought this as a test. A prince doesn't pour wine for people, quite the opposite. So he simply declined and sat next to her, wanting to be close than sit far away but Eileen thought of it as another way. She looked none too happy about it but her servant rectified the error of Daisuke quick, not offering him anything though.

This whole time they kept looking at each other, eye to eye. Waiting to see who breaks first and it was Eileen as she looked down at her glass and swerved it before taking a sip. Once she emphasised the word "wrestling prince" Daisuke knew what this was about.

"Ahh....why yes it is. Inheritance, like all true royalty. Wrestling royalty is passed through the Takeuchi name, you wouldn't know much about wrestling royalty, would you?" he grinned back, leaning back against his chair.

The moment the Wrestling Prince had entered the room, Eileen had begun something of a mental game with the man. Everything she was doing was but a small test, as if to establish psychological superiority over Daisuke without him even realising it.

She'd lock eyes back on the man before her, as what felt to be a small jibe at the woman was attempted by her guest. Her face now serious, Eileen would give yet another flick of her finger. Just like that, her servant had put the bottle of wine to the table, before leaving, as if he was but a trained pet.

"I suppose if name is but all there is worthy of note to be passed down in families such as yours, you have to make do. I myself inherited something beyond a strong name." Eileen's head would tilt the tiniest of angles, as her voice shifted but a touch lower, as she prepared to answer a query she felt would quickly come.

"Talent."

The Queen of Summer couldn't help but smirk into her glass of red, as it became apparent Daisuke had already caught on with his own jibe, and now the redhead had responded in kind. The game was on for real, it seemed.

The show was certainly impressive and amusing for the prince. All this was something certainly he would do himself and as he took his seat next to Eileen. His subtle taunts certainly did not go unnoticed with the Queen as she glared at him, with a much more serious face than when they first locked eyes a moment ago. Daisuke only leaned back and smirked, watching on how her pets caved in to her every demand.

However, he never laid eyes off Eileen and made sure they met eye to eye every time she would look at his direction. He rubbed his chin and frowned a bit, nodding his head as she spoke. He didn't follow her movements as she titled her head but he certainly noticed the change of her tone as he himself simply said in a low voice "Hmm" before she added on her final word.

Daisuke chuckled a bit and shook his head disagreement. "Bad talent I presume? as true wrestling royalty belongs to the wrestling prince 'Daisuke'. However, if you do believe that only of us can claim such a title....then I believe there is a more appropriate forum to discuss this" he said with a serious tone.

The jabbing words exchanged between the two evidently were becoming sharper, yet still the face of both was yet to turn serious. It almost seemed that the first of the two to lose face almost lost the game as it were, since it would become evident the other had struck a nerve.

Whilst Daisuke was no doubt one of the best in AFW on the microphone and was thereby used to such interactions, Eileen had something of a small, consistent advantage on the Wrestling Prince. She was a unknown within the company; a face yet to become frequent among more than a small handful.

As opposed to Daisuke, who Eileen had done her homework on. And then some.

"Oh certainly no doubt" Smiling in response to Daisukes statement of being the sole owner of a royal title. "That title belongs to you, my dear. Much like, how you seemingly belong under the feet of countless women?" Purring into her glass of red right before a large sip, Eileen couldn't help but smile as she revealed to the Wrestling Prince her prior knowledge of his in-ring history.

"But, I digress" Eileen's tone would turn a shade more serious, as the glass came back to the table in mild slamming fashion. Hand coming from the glass, she'd once more ring the bell before her, brown eyes rolling up to the door.

From it, the same prior servant yet again appeared, this time with a white box in hand, red ribbon wrapped around it. Placing it in Eileen's hands, again the servant would disapear, almost before the door he entered through had even come close to closing.

"For you...a gift"

This was certainly most interesting for the prince, he had no idea that the supposed invitation he received was from a AFW wrestler- even if it was he didn't expect her persona to be so close to his. Although, she did surpass him in some ways as she didn't even wish to lift a finger- having her servants cater for almost everything- perhaps everything except her in-ring wrestling matches.

After a while of back and forth banter, someone had to give something. Daisuke didn't know much about this mystery Queen but his record was public, something which she could scrutinise pretty easily. So after a while of smiling and smirking, Daisuke's smile turn rather sour as he gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes when she called his wrestling ability to question, sarcastically justifying his title with losses.

He only shrugged her comment off and was about to say something else, until she quickly beat him to it and ordered her servant to return- with a present this time.

Daisuke raised his eyebrow, suspiciously looking at he gift. "Really? How thoughtful of you... and what exactly IS this?" he said as he began to untie the red ribbon and open the white box to find the contents within.