Tag Team Title match! Imperial Order (c) vs Pride Queens! [FWC]

The thunderous *crack* that came with Gwendolyn's marble white boot making swift and booming contact with Amy's jawline instantly derailed the audience's hype train as they slumped back into their seats. Their disheartened state being well-justified considering that, to this day, there has to be a competitor who could withstand the heiress' notorious superkick finisher and still have the wherewithal to resist the impending pin attempt. Gwendolyn having honed her incapacitating kick to a picturesque finesse, her dignified grace and refined precision having once again felled another low-born plebeian in her pompous mind...

Though even with the kick connecting, Gwendolyn herself was still in a particularly ragged state after the heinous double-teaming by the Pride Queens. As demonstrated by the heiress landing on wobbly legs and in a disoriented state after her mid-air spin, clearly incapable of staying vertical for too long as she suddenly teetered back to slump back down to the canvas...only for her fall to just so happen to be cushioned by the fallen lioness. Panting deeply, with her wincing eyes closed and in a thoroughly disheveled state as she laid her back across Amy's chest, Gwendolyn was none the wiser as to the unbelievable luck she had in landing in just the right spot for the inadvertent pin attempt.

A pin attempt that the ref would begin to count down on, and one that the stadium was booming vehemently...

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

Akiha would start to get back up and it seemed that Kyoko was keeping her distance. Though somewhat hurt from the attacks, by using the railing she could start to bring herself up. As she did, she would then see Gwendolyn doing her finisher, a super kick right into Amy's face. The so-called Lion fell to the ground instantly, as if someone had just flick an off switch. A confused smile would appear on Akiha face, she was happy that her tag partner had managed to reverse the match but was also surprised that she had been able to do so.

Seeing Gwendolyn now perform a pin or perhaps just fall down and get her opponent in a pinning position by luck, Akiha needed to be ready to move in case Kyoko tried anything. Upon hearing the count, the Japanese Crusader would wait for her fellow Japanese wrestler to turn around before attempting to hit her with a dropkick, trying to sandwich her in between the railing and her boots so that Kyoko would not be able to break up the pin.

Kyoko was watching Akiha get up and looking at her making sure the girl didn't interfere anymore. She was slow to get up but that just gave Amy more time to do what she needed to do as she heard the loud thud of something hitting the ground. Whatever it was she did it felt definite. Though what bothered her was Akiha not making a move for the ring like her title wasn't on the line which felt outright odd after everything else.

Then she heard the booing just as the count hit three. Followed by the theme song of the Imperial Order while Kyoko just stood there shocked, her brain unable to process what went wrong. Amy had her floored what the hell went wrong? Why didn't she kick out?

It seemed that Kyoko was to focus on Akiha to realize what was happening. The bell would then ring and Imperial Order theme song started to play. A large smile would now appear on Akiha face as would now start to walk pass Kyoko and towards the ring. “Seems like you two still need to learn a lot about teamwork. As for your defeat, you may probably blame Amy for this but this is just as much as your fault as hers, you were both distracted by me and allowed my partner to win it all. You get to keep your attention on both wrestlers.” stated Akiha in a confident tone.

Assuming that Kyoko didn't attack her, Akiha would now slide into the ring and attempt to grab Gwendolyn arm, trying to help her up. She knew how much her pride meant to her, so instead of making it look like she was trying to help her up, she tried to make it look like she was instead raising her arm, declaring the two of them the victor.

Lulled from her stupor by the deafening combination of The Imperial Order's grandiose theme song and the ceaseless booing of the despondent audience, Gwen gradually lurched upward at a stilted pace. First stumbling to her hands and knees, than back to her feet by the sudden aid of her aristocratic partner offering her a helping hand. The sudden elevation came as somewhat of a shock to Gwen as she held the back of aching head while Akiha victoriously raised their arms.

Briefly scanning the audience, hearing their theme, and glancing down at the lifeless Pride Queen all helped Gwendolyn ascertain the result of the match. The unfettered abuse her dainty frame having taken now feeling substantially lessened as she spied the referee walking towards them with the tag titles. Gwen taking little time in snatching it away with a sinister smirk on her face, now gleefully taking the time to appreciate her reflection on the face-plate before lifting her leg and planting her boot on Amy's chest.

"Whatever your unrefined and pitiful mind deems fit to remember of this day, I advise you prioritize this very moment. In case you should ever presume to fantasize that you uncultured swine could ever be in the same league as us. Consider this...the end of your lesson, and as close as you will ever get to this or any title." Gwen pompously gloated in reference to her enraged declaration during the Crème De La Crème promo, all while bending over and allowing her title belt to dangle inches from Amy's groaning face.

By now, both of the upper-class aristocrats' trainers and personnel had swarmed the ring to offer aid once they left the squared circle. Gwen would offer one parting stomp on Amy's chest before motioning towards the nearby ropes. One of her arms wrapped around Akiha's shoulder during her trek as if it was a sign of camaraderie...but it was mostly Gwen simply needing assistance in staying on her feet for now.

"Next time...I will start the match...and YOU will be the anchor..." Gwen groaned out as they left the ring. Obviously not intending to be subjected to this level of abuse ever again if she could help it.

Akiha would raise both her arm and Gwendolyn arm in victory while acting as support for her to stand. Soon their tag belts would be given back to them. They had just won their first defense and they had won it fair and square, there was no cheating involved. Akiha would hold up her belt in the air while Gwendolyn planted her foot upon Amy's chest.

When Gwendolyn bent over and allowed the belt to dangle a few inches from Amy's face, Akiha would start to circle the ring, keeping an eye on Kyoko in case if she tried to do anything. After Gwendolyn was done talking and all the trainers entered the ring, Akiha would move towards her partner and also wrap her arm around her shoulder. Though many would see this as an act of friendship, it was actually just an act so that Gwendolyn would not appear weak.

As the two started to leave the ring, Akiha blonde partner would state that next time Gwendolyn would start the match. “I believe it was your idea for me to start the match, something about one of your previous tag matches not going well. Either way, I will follow your lead.” stated Akiha as she gave a smirk. Though they were allies and partners, the Japanese wrestler still like to compete with her fellow aristocrat.

No..No...That word was being repeated in her mind as she continued to look in front of her. Akiha's words went over her head, the fans words of encouragement went through one ear and came out the other as the word repeated through her head. First in utter disbelief and then just straight up anger. Moving towards the barricade it looked like she was walking towards the fans, and then she completely ignored them to get her hands on a chair. Folding it the word in her head slowly but surely became the only thing she was capable of saying. "NO! No! No! No! No! No! No!" She screamed as she just starting swing the chair first on the floor then she looked over at the Imperial order. Charging towards them, albeit slower then her usual pace due to fatigue she swung at them as well. Repeating her word like a mantra as she seemed intent to hurt something.

The ref moved in to try and stop her and Kyoko in whatever blind rage overtook her swung at her as well, thankfully she backed away but the chair hit the floor and awkwardly shook in Kyoko's hands. Still looked around until she saw Amy in the ring. The Blonde was trying, and failing, to come too and pull herself up. The kick still ringing her bells long after it connected and she looked to be moving more on instinct then to her knowledge. Panting Kyoko dropped the chair and moved towards the blonde with an odd look in her eyes before slowly entering the ring. Rolling her shoulders she walked towards Amy who slowly looked up. She knew what to expect, shed be blamed for the loss and couldn't exactly argue her point. In fact she suspected Kyoko was going to take advantage of it and just straight up kick her ass, something you can tell by her shaky arms and the struggle that she was not prepared for.

So it certainty came as a surprise when Kyoko dropped to her knees and tried to put her arm up and over she shoulder before slowly trying to help her to her feet. Amy was leaning into her for support which made it hard for to keep her up as Kyoko wasn't exactly at 100% either but she eventually found her foot, the bigger girl leaving over shoulder while she stood up. "Come on loser." She muttered as she tried to walk them off. The Pride Queens stumbling along together.