Good To See You Again, Alice Cooper

Gwendolyn's dutiful entourage steadfastly obeyed their benevolent employeer's request upon being instructed to await her arrival in the hallway outside of the locker room. But not without some reservations about allowing their reviled employer step into a public facility teeming with muscled heavyweights and an honor bound roster that perhaps weren't too keen on being chummy with the heiress. Most of whom didn't take too kindly to years of Gwendolyn's egotistic persona and penchant for outright cheating her way to the top...

"Ah~...There's simply nothing quite like the soothing confines of a therapeutic sauna session to alleviate ones aches and pains~..." Gwendolyn merrily chirped upon entering the stiflingly humid room a few seconds after Haley, the heiress now clad in a royal blue bikini that showcased just as much of her flawless skin as Haley's own outfit. The heiress remaining blissfully unaware of the gawking stares she would get from the other occupants of the sauna who had NEVER seen Gwendolyn climb down from her ivory tower in the executive suite. One third of the room would immediately empty out in a bitter huff while the rest would direct confused or irate glares towards Gwendolyn...and Haley.

"Though, these facilities are perhaps not quite as accommodating as I would have hoped given a distinct lack of attentive servants and due cleanliness. Nevertheless, I'm finding it quite refreshing to break from the norm and drudgery of everyday life to go "slumming it"...so to speak " Gwendolyn elegantly stated while taking the white towel over her shoulder and daintily draping it beside Haley before seating herself on it, the pompous aristocrat now so close to Haley that their thighs faintly grazed eachothers.

"So, you simply must regale me as to your reasoning behind wishing to earn the ire of someone of such...questionable, moral standings as the esteemed Madam Styx. Certainly there were less roundabout methods of wishing to inflict grievous bodily harm upon yourself~..." Gwendolyn queried with a wincing inflection as she extended her arms skyward to stretch out her back while puffing out her voluptuous chest.

Blissfully unaware of the polarizing effect she had on her immediate surroundings, Gwendolyn interpreted whatever murmured whispers sounding off around her as merely gossipers who were no doubt taken aback from having a prominent celebrity in their midst. Her only concern being that one of the captivated competitors in the sauna would attempt to engage in some manner of inane banter with them, but the fact remained that the wrestlers in that room were less starstruck as they were ready to strike Gwendolyn until she saw stars.

"...*sigh*...The prolonged history between myself and Madam Styx is a muddled and at times baffling tale whose origins involve an utterly chaotic tag match and a six foot tall gargantuan giantess dressed as an infant. It was a footnote in my wrestling career that I would prefer be forgotten within the annals of time..." Gwendolyn sullenly stated with a slight slump to her posture and despondency to her tone as she recalled her Random Select Tag Match almost as if she was recalling old war stories that had left their fair share of mental scarring. Gwendolyn sighed and perked back up to notice Haley having turned away. She was a tad perplexed...but continued onward anyway...

"Still...in regards to your issues with your own hulking brute, this is when the merits of a cold and calculated mind could have come into play and aided you thusly..." Gwen chirped with her smirking head held high while fancifully placing her right hand on her chest to accentuate the obvious fact that she was talking about herself. "However, whilst I have no intention of physically coming to your aid and being within one mile of the Hardcore division, allow me to offer something infinitely more valuable. My own illustrious guidance, advice, aaaaaand unfettered access to my own illustrious executive training quarters in AFW and it's top-notch rehab facilities until you're back on your feet...both figuratively, and literally."

Bestowing her affluent accommodations upon her one-time adversary turned fawning devotee may have seemed like an act of heart-warming generosity, but in Gwendolyn's deluded mind, she was simply rewarding Haley for her fanatical worship of the high-handed noblewoman. The heiress knew she was long overdue for amassing new followers, and she couldn't deny that her Rolodex of companions, or "friends", in AFW was decidedly...lacking. It started in the "A"s, with her tag partner Akiha...and ended in the "A"s, with her tag partner Akiha.

"Yes well, someone of my illustrious prestige simply must know when to take others under their Imperial Wing and allow them to flourish gracefully from within~...Consider it an investment in the future of this decidedly plebeian wrestling league and my own ongoing and illustrious campaign to reign triumphant within. What good is being lavished in championship gold if the competition beneath you is of subpar quality?" Gwendolyn boastfully claimed with a dramatic flourish of her golden drills over her shoulder before unintentionally lowering her hand and placing it atop Haley's...cupping it briefly in a decidedly awkward situation before recoiling it back. A slight smile with a red tinge to her cheeks from the accidental faux pas...

Gwendolyn's eyes followed Haley as she stood up and presented one of the most random questions the heiress could have thought of. The regal prestige of Gwen's countenance and posture began to erode as she fought to hold back her burgeoning smile before finally breaking down. The girlish chuckles and earnest laughter being covered by her hand as she arched over herself before her giggle-fit came to an end with some deep breaths.

"M-My apologies...*giggle*...I'm ever so sorry...it's...it's just of all the innumerable questions you could have posited towards me after all these years...*chuckle*...For that to be the one your most curious about..and the way in which you presented it...Ah...that was delightful..." Gwendolyn stated while brushing the side of her index finger against her eyes moistened with tears that were close to falling but never did. She sat back up after having collected herself, crossing her toned legs and folding her hands across her knee.

"...*Ahem*...But to answer your question, having them agree to perform was not all that difficult in the slightest. It was an open arena event that just so happen to take place in London, they had an album to promote, I desired to imbue a sense of nationalistic pride into that Summer-slam match...it was actually mutually benefit to all parties involved. I sampled a track or two back in my high school days, and they were simply the first band I thought of...I also paid them an exorbitant amount of money." Gwendolyn let that last bit linger for a few more seconds with a beguiling smile before speaking back up.

"So...any other questions you wish to volley my way? I'm quite enjoying this quaint little tête-à-tête of ours~..."

A stern upbringing in a sterilized world of proper etiquette, refined social graces, and distinguishing the salad fork from the fish fork at a dinner table were token examples of Gwen's earliest childhood memories. All leaving the heiress quite humorless when it wasn't at the expense of others. But the frankness and doe-eyed honesty with which Haley blurted out such a decidedly random question was a delight cocktail of sheer absurdity that Gwendolyn couldn't help but double over herself before regaining her composure. She now looked forward to whatever popped into Haley's head next~...

"Hmm...well, it should go without saying that nothing touches this body without having been been given my approval, though that wrestling attire you speak of was indeed a design of my own concoction whilst I was whiling away the hours on the plane ride here to Japan all those years ago. However...this query about my wrestling attire appears to be but a branch of a tree...wherein I believe I have ascertained the root of your question~..." Gwen elegantly enunciated before rising back to her feet with a knowing and alluring gaze to her eyes, the heiress taking poised steps towards Haley with one leg crossing over the other as if she was modeling the latest fashion on a catwalk.  

"The earnest admiration of my flawless beauty and physique...Inquiring so intently about my wrestling attire, of all conceivable topics...Don't think me so blind that I wouldn't parse together the scattered clues that form together to reveal your true desires~..." Gwendolyn's sensual stride not stopping until their toweled chests faintly touched and her smirking face was inches from Haley's. The faintest touches could be felt on Haley's hip and shoulder from Gwen's exploring hands, the refined noblewoman opening her luscious lips to say...

"...You wish for me to design your new wrestling attire, don't you?~~~..." Gwendolyn merrily blurted out with a wholesome and friendly smile. The roving hands on Haley now being brought up to stretch out the Canadians' arms as if Gwen was trying to get the right dimensions for her figure. "...*giggle*...you need only have asked, you know? Why with the my own fashion expertise and the proper tailor's, I can see you being the proverbial bell of the ball with an entirely revamped look that perhaps mimics my own illustrious beauty~...Though it won't match up to the original, of course~.."