Territorial Dispute

Adrian's muscles were sore and her feelings were off worse as she walked back from the ring. The former cosplayer was going through a bit of a rough patch in the ring, culminating with a submission match against Roxy Ashworthy that suffice to say, did not go well. The trainers had done their magic with ice packs and heat spray but the brunette was going to be feeling how messed up her shoulder was for a couple days at least. All she wanted to do now was grab her stuff, go home, sneak into Cecilia's penthouse and jump in the hot tub but when she turned the nob, the door failed to comply with her friendly request. "Oh god damn it..." she groaned, pressing her head against the door.

So some idiot had locked the locker room from the inside like an... well, an idiot... leaving Adrian with a solid barrier between herself and her ticket home. Fortunately, as part of a bizarre safety measure meant to assist when people inevitably got thrown into them, most of the internal locks in the building were weak enough to be kicked out with one well placed boot. The former cosplayer took a step back and a deep breath before thrusting the base of her foot right below the doorknob, kicking up a cloud of splinters as the door slammed open. "All right, who locked the locker room this time." She called out as the door groaned on it's hinges.

One would think that with the ludicrously exorbitant "donations" Gwendolyn makes towards securing AFW's executive lounge all for her lonesome, they would at least have the common decency to let one of their more illustrious competitors know well in advance that it was being refurbished for the week. Since first arriving in this lowly wrestling establishment, she had made it a point to secure the upper class facilities on specific days so she could train and perform her fitness routine uninterrupted. A dignified lady of her renowned prestige never even daring to fathom cavorting with the lower class in their public facilities, and here she was practically slumming it thanks to a future ex-employee of hers failing to make proper arrangements in advance.

Therefore, she made the only logical decision...

...which was to have her entourage/muscled personnel forcibly eject every single soul out of the public locker rooms and gymnasium for Gwen's own personal and private usage. There were some foul-mouthed objections, but eventually they all fell in line and departed.

The heiress herself now sitting primly on one of the wooden benches in her full bodied training suit while nonchalantly swiping through her computer tablet to check on her company's stock portfolio. One of her track-suited entourage members was lacing up her boots, another was polishing her tag-team title belt to a glimmering shine, while another was adjusting the ribbon in her golden ringlets and generally making sure she looked as flawless as always. But so engrossed she was in her business dealings that she hardly afforded anyone around her any modicum of attention...though the sudden barging in of someone who sounded vaguely familiar did make her swiftly glance in the door's direction without looking the intruder in the face.

"...*sigh*...I specifically instructed you to post someone outside." Gwendolyn continued browsing her tablet with a fanciful wave in the busted open door's direction. Two of her entourage members who weren't doing anything than immediately went to handle the situation by stepping up to Adrian.

"Madam Bettencourt has reserved these facilities for the day. We'd ask that you immediately leave at once so as not to disturb her any further..." Gwen's lackey's said this while attempting to usher Adrian back outside by stepping in her direction with their hands raised for some light, but coaxing shoves against her shoulders...

Of all the people to greet her as she barged into her own locker room, two large men in black suits were not on Adrian's list of people to expect, giving the former cosplayer even more questions before she heard the bored voice of someone who was too rich to deal with issues. "Gwendolyn." she growled under her breath, barging past the heiress' security to get right in the blonde's business.

"Gwen! What the shit-" Was about all she managed to get out before the two man goon squad came back, this time with a little more force than a light shove, making her stagger back. "This is the general locker room you assholes!"

Somewhere in the middle of her calculating number crunching, making arrangements for the next fiscal quarter, and deciding what shade of blue she wanted the drapes to be in the master bedroom of her third summer house in the Virgin Islands...Gwendolyn overheard the profane, yet familiar, rumblings of the intruder she now immediately recognized as...

"Adrian." Gwendolyn elegantly enunciated while still keeping her studious attention on her tablet. The two men in black who failed in stopping her rampaging in took control of the situation by hooking their arms around Adrian's own to begin hauling her back to the door. But Gwen raised a hand to halt their movements immediately and instead held Adrian in place with a bit more of a slackened grip. Gwen stood back up to casually waltz to the fuming American with a pompous smirk that probably wouldn't calm Adrian down in the slightest.

"Ah, my apologies for not greeting you earlier, Madam Kytes. You'll have to excuse me for not recognizing you without River Styx's fist lodged quite firmly into that unkempt face of yours~..." Gwendolyn alluded to the last time they met with a casual indifference before moving on. "Now...to what do I owe this abrupt, but not altogether unappreciated interruption of my meticulously planned out itinerary?"

Adrian's eye twitched as Gwendolyn spoke, not because of the British/French/Ponce accent but because she had to remind the former cosplayer of her war with River Styx which she still carried scars from. The two members of the Bettencourt private muscle had Adrian firmly in place in case she decided to take a swing at the smugness. It was still tempting. "Well, Gwenny-cakes, you just-so-happened to have locked me out of my own locker room, and imported your own personal goon squad to fill out the space. Seriously, don't you have the back of a limo you can get changed in or something?"

Gwendolyn's expression darkened slightly with a narrow-eyed scowl upon being reminded of that infuriatingly juvenile nickname of hers. A damnable branding perpetrated by that Amazonian neanderthal Alaina, and one she might never rid herself of no matter how many wrestling history books she could expunge. Evidently time has not tempered Adrian's ability to grate on her nerves in record time, but Gwen regained her dignified poise before kindly retorting.

"Twelve, actually. All of which are vastly more luxurious, extravagant...and I must say...far more hygienic than the squalid and derelict accommodations you lower class common-folk have grown accustomed to." Gwendolyn dragged her index finger against a nearby locker and inspected the grime on it with snooty disgust. She flicked that same finger to her side to allow an attentive trainer to wipe it clean with a moist toilette before continuing.

"Ah, but you must be the one who left your belongings in one of these lockers. You see, my personal security team performed a clean sweep of this area before I entered, and they did by chance come across someone's tote bag. But don't you worry, they placed it right where it belongs~...in the trash bin. Outside. Beneath heaping bags of garbage, odorous towels, and other ghastly unmentionables. And unless I'm mistaken, I do believe it's starting to rain. So...*giggle*...you were leaving?"

"W-what!?" Adrian screeched at Gwendolyn's decleration of a destructive clean up. Okay, maybe the locker rooms did smell of sweat and sex way too much, but then again so did everywhere else in the place. Anti-bacterial wipes had to be used before towels after certain people had got through their fun on the bench, but it didn't give Gwen the right to come in and turf out everything and throw them out with the trash. That was just asking for trouble. "If you or any one of your little gang of ass-kissers broke my Switch, I will end you." The brunette growled before two of the blonde's aforementioned gang gripped down hard on her shoulders. They knew when their charge was being threatened and how to deal with it.


"Put me down!" The former cosplayer protested as the two members of Miss Bettencourt's security picked the smaller woman up and towards the door, trying their best not to drop her as elbows and kicks started flying back towards them.

Gwendolyn's muscled men in black tightened down on the snarling brunette once the heiress had given her the bad news and solved the mystery of the missing tote bag. Honestly, Gwen thought she was being generous in at least informing Adrian of where she could find her belongings. Especially considering her security specialists initially suggested blowing it up from a safe distance when they heard a device giving a beeping sound from inside, not aware it was just a Switch. Still...satisfied that her good deed for the month had been fulfilled, the heiress flicked her wrist and gave the signal for her security personnel that she was done with this conversation and could dispose of Adrian now.

"Oh, grow up. And try to carry yourself with some semblance of dignity, for heaven's sake..." Gwen snootily imparted before turning her back on Adrian and waltzing away to return to her exercise program. Her advice not being easy to take considering that Adrian would be hauled to the exit kicking and screaming. A heave and a ho throw than chucking her out of the room and a few feet down the hallway. Both of Gwen's security personnel now standing guard outside with arms folded...after giving eachother a sly fist bump for a job well done.

Diginity was not Adrian's strong suit tonight, there were very few ways to take what was essentially a Drunk Toss in a dignified manner. What she could do however, was promise that revenge was coming even in the form of "I'll get you Gwen you Biiiiiiiitch!" as the brunette sailed through the air, landing in a very undignified groaning heap. "Fucking assholes..." Adrian moaned, pulling herself up to the wall, clutching her shoulder. 

Staggering and fuming, Adrian left the rapidly closing door of the locker room in pursuit of her belongings, unsure of what state she was likely to find them in her mind turned to other matters. She needed to pay Gwendolyn back for this humiliation, the only question was "How?"