Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Zoey Satoshi

Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Zoey Satoshi

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With her resplendent golden curls bobbing up and down with each confidence laden step, the only thing shining brighter than the shimmering championship title belt slung around her shoulder was the beaming smirk Gwendolyn had while making her trek towards the all to familiar gorilla position. The heiress understandably exuberant now that she once again held championship gold and recently retained her aforementioned title belt thanks to her brilliant tactical maneuvering and expert leadership in the waning seconds of the match. And most assuredly not "dumb luck"...as various news publications saw fit to dub her pinning of Amy.

As a matter of fact, after having reclaimed her status as one of the AFW elite, it was Gwendolyn's high spirits that primarily motivated her to venture out of the norm and embark on a spur of the moment endeavor. Adorned in her newly tailored royal blue and shimmering gold outfit that accentuated every voluptuous curve of her flawless body, Gwendolyn's prideful march continued undaunted with her six-man entourage accompanying her every single step of the way towards the curtains just ahead of her.

Deafening boos accompanied the posh aristocrat's imperious theme from the second it began playing, those jeers only ratcheting up when the Queen Of Contempt herself made her grandiose entrance. A flowing blue and gold cape trailing behind her as she extended her arms wide and to the side during her sauntering trek down the ramp, her insufferably egotistic smirk never fading through out the duration of her descent down the ramp. After entering the ring by means of her entourage widening the ropes for her before huddling outside behind her corner ringpost, Gwen briefly twirled in place in the middle of the ring as if to allow the audience to gaze at her magnificence before stopping in place along with her theme. The mic in her hand than raised to her lips.

"Ah, yes~...Never fear, your depraved eyes are not lying to you this wondrous day. It is indeed I, your benevolent inspiration and the dignified noblewoman herself, Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, here to commence in what some may call an act of noblesse oblige~...Now, for you intellectually starved and lower class plebeians who lack the mental capacity to comprehend my words, allow me to explain." Gwen paused briefly and began pacing left to right to the riled boos of the audience who just had their intelligence insulted.

"Noblesse oblige is the inferred responsibility of those who are privileged, such as myself, to give back and aid the common folk. And that is precisely my intentions this very day. By allowing one supremely fortunate neophyte the divine opportunity to contend with wrestling royalty, I intend to cultivate and mold the next generation by having them test their mettle against a wrestler who has been adorned in championship gold since first gracing this federation with her presence. Other champions deem it acceptable to seclude themselves from the common rabble. But not I, your former Entropy Champion, your current Tag-Team champion, and potential candidate for one very...very specific title down the road...*giggle*...but let us not dillydally any longer. Bring forth my exceptionally fortunate challenger~..." Gwen boasted while centering her hazel-eyed gaze on the ramp and taking a few steps back.

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"That'll be $285.95, miss." a very confused gift shop clerk said.

Standing up on her toes to see over the tall counter, Zoey handed a tall stack of notes over to the man, already dressed up in her ring attire and in quite a hurry given the match was scheduled to start a few minutes ago. Luckily for her, Gwendolyn had decided to make a long, smug speech insulting the audience (and Zoey) after getting into the ring, giving the little redhead a fair bit of extra time to execute her mischevious plan.

It took the clerk almost a minute to count all the cash Zoey had handed over, but eventually he smiled and nodded down at her, "Perfect, have a nice day!". He opened up the register and went to work storing every note in the correct slot, definitely not an easy task given Zoey insisted on paying in only $5s and $10s. Meanwhile, Zoey grabbed onto the shopping cart she'd filled up and pushed hard to get it moving, barely able to see over the top of it.

Inside the arena, the crowd was starting to get a little restless. Even with Gwendolyn's speech added on to her entrance, Zoey was still late to appear, which was highly unusual. The redhead had been a fan of AFW for as long as she could remember, and more recently Gwen had become one of those wrestlers she'd tune in to watch every time, mostly because of how fun it was to hate her. Tonight's shenanigans had come to her as a spur-of-the-moment thing, rather than something she'd been planning for a while.

A loud cheer went up when, finally, Zoey's entrance music blared over the arena speakers and- a shopping cart followed it out, with Zoey struggling to keep it under control from behind. The weight of the thing practically made Zoey run down the ramp, with the audience taking a moment to realise what was happening, though they went into a loud fit of laughter when they realised what was in it. Hoping to annoy Gwen and get under her skin before the match had even begun, Zoey had bought literally every single replica belt the gift store owned, including the ones in the back room.

The laughter only got louder after the cart slammed into the ring and fell on it's side, spilling titles all over the floor and almost causing Zoey to trip herself. The redhead was barely keeping herself from laughing at her own joke, a wide and silly grin on her face. She picked up a few belts off the floor and tossed them into the ring over the top rope, and then threw a few others out into the audience. Eventually, she walked around the mess on the floor and slid in under the bottom rope holding a fake Friction World Champion belt under her arm. Tonight, Zoey was dressed up in a black sports bra and briefs, with a thick red stripe up the middle on both sides of each, very faded red elbow and knee pads, and knee-high red boots.

She jumped up and snatched the cable connected to Gwen's microphone, and used it to yank the device out of her opponent's hands, though when it came swinging towards her it thumped against her waist and made her hop back on one foot. When she spoke, she barely managed to get the words out without laughing; "And your- Your uh- Friction World Champion." she declared, acting as if the belt she was holding onto was the real one, holding it up in the air before tossing it out into the audience. Then she picked up another off the floor, giggling into the mic, "And your, whats this- 'Friction Hentai Champion'?", and threw that one aswell. "And the Tension Tag champion!, oh, and I'm also the Friction Tag champion according to this one!" she hoisted one up for a second, and then threw that one out aswell!

Eventually, the referee pulled the microphone away from her and pushed the rest of the belts out of the ring with his foot, an announcer reminding the audience that Zoey wasn't actually any of these things.

Zoey meanwhile just spun smugly in place and stared at Gwen with a silly smirk on her face, stepping up close to the woman. With Bettencourt standing almost a full foot taller than her, Zoey was made to look positively tiny by comparison, though this had become just about par for the course so far in AFW.

What Gwendolyn had disguised as a seemingly noble act of generosity towards the newer generation of wrestlers was, in fact, something decidedly less selfless. This entire campaign merely being a ploy to bolster her win record by subjugating some hapless rookies in as decisive a manner as possible. Furthermore, stomping certain burgeoning rookies into the ground could possibly deter any of them from rising up to challenger her should they ever be so presumptuous as to think someone of their inferior class could hope to ever dethrone her...

Still, better to trim the weeds before they became unruly. A pompous smirk on Gwen's face as she patiently waited the arrival of her specifically chosen adversary for the evening. The extra time spent waiting had Gwendolyn briefly entertain the idea that her opponent had wisely opted to not accept her invitation before her theme music dispensed with that notion immediately.

Regardless of what anyone else thought of Zoey barreling towards the ring with a shopping cart stocked to the brim with discount title belts, it was safe to say that this red-haired rookie had defied Gwen's expectations. In that she never expected to see such a juvenile display unfold before her. A narrowing glare following every one of Zoey's scrambling movements as she barreled into the ring adorned in cheap plastic replicas of what Gwendolyn held most sacred. The heiress raising her mic to her pristine, yet still glowering face to respond to this childish exposition...

"Hmph...I assume that-"

...before her microphone was abruptly tugged out from her hand, the heiress left wide-eyed and stunned speechless as she twiddled the fingers in her now empty hand!! Throngs of fans laughing at Zoey's comical skit and for applauding her for doing something they had always wanted to witness. Someone saving them from having to hear another one of the pompous aristocrats lengthy monologues.

Audience members reaching up to catch the title belts being tossed into the darkened arena, with even Gwen's entourage laughing along and smiling at the merry display...until one intensely imposing glare from their golden-haired employer silenced them on the spot with stone-faced seriousness. One of them having the foresight to hand Gwen a free mic before it was promptly snatched away with the aggravated heiress stomping up to Zoey and quite literally staring her down.

"Oh, HAR DEE HAR HAR!!! You may see this immature chicanery as some manner of insightful commentary, but I only see it as a microcosm of the monumental difference between you and I. For you see, you...my dear, are just a throwaway imitation and inconsequential pretender who is never intended to be taken seriously. Whereas I..." Gwen would raise her Tag-Team belt right beside her smirking face. "...am the genuine article. I do believe I will take distinct pleasure in demonstrating not only the divide in our class, but the monumental divide in our skill as well. Hmph~..." With a snooty pout and a flick of her golden curls Gwen would traipse back to her corner to undo her flowing cape. Handing both that and her title belt to her entourage member before turning back towards the pint-sized red head.