AV 18 Adrian Kytes vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Preceded by: AV 18 Hardcore Championship - Jessica Wright (c) vs Orboro Scarlett
Followed by: AV 18 Entropy Championship - Manami Kuroda (c) vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt


Adrian Kytes



Vs.

Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt




Match Type: Standard match
Winning Conditions: Pin, Submission or KO

It had been two years since Adrian had made one of the big two shows, and as such: her first time outside of Japan for AFW ever since she lost the Hardcore championship, and what a way to do it. No fancy stipulations like you hat to pin someone with both arms behind your back while reciting the Russian alphabet, no big structures that only existed for people to whine about whenever they never made it to the annual game series, just two people who hated each other and that was it.

And boy did Gwen and Adrian hate each other, ever since they first met in a press conference the American couldn't keep her obvious dislike hidden from Gwendolyn's smug, stupid, face. And that was before they'd even done anything to each other! That had come much, much later in a tit-for-tat war of Mutually Assured Dickery resulting in the vandalization of two limos, the destruction of a Vespa Scooter, significant damage to a Nintendo Switch and cost the company a new microphone to replace the one Adrian had spiked Gwen with.

Emotions aside, Adrian strove to remain calm as she made her way to the centre of the re-purposed rugby stadium, surrounded by cheering Aussies as far as the eye could see while her music played loudly from every speaker. "LET ME HEAR YOU SYDNEY!" She screamed out, standing on the top rope before dropping back in the ring to the roar of the crowd and turning to face the incoming heiress.

Petty mind-games and sarcasm-laden wordplay during a routine press conference were the humble impetus for what had bloomed into an outright disdain for one another. The storm cloud of contention between the two having grown darker over time and with every sniping comment and deliberate act of spiteful vengeance towards their apropos modes of transportation. Although, in the end, it was simply them giving each-other their unvarnished opinions of the other that finally caused lightning to strike in the form of pummeling fists and yet another disastrous finale to Gwendolyn's premier promo segment. Which was all for the better in the heiress' point of view. There was little left to be said between the two, not that Gwendolyn couldn't have exercised her loquacious verbosity in disparaging Adrian into the night. But as of now their intentions were abundantly clear.

Gwendolyn's two premier goals this night was simply this. To restore the natural order of things by reclaiming her former winning glory in what was to be her first major wrestling appearance since becoming an ex-tag-team champion...and bring Adrian to her knees before Gwen's magnificence, and show her that despite whatever similarities they might have held, there would always be an impassable gap in skill level between a commoner such as her, and a distinguished noble of her refined lineage. A gap that cannot be overcome no matter how much she strives, and a gap that Adrian will plummet into as Gwen haughtily laughs into the echoed distance from the cliff's edge.

Orchestra members and various musicians had by now taken their seats atop an expansive podiums on top of the Titan-Tron, all having tuned their instruments with the composer readying his wrist before suddenly flicking his baton to and fro. All the musicians dressed in blue and gold-suited apparel as their symphonic opera began. Regal pretentiousness was heard with every music note until the Imperial Rose herself began elegantly striding out from behind the curtains, adorned in her form-fitting wrestling attire with her sparkling robe seemingly glistening with diamonds and trailing exceedingly far behind her as made her grand entrance down the ramp. Her elegant arms spread widely to her sides with an upturned nose as if allowing the petulant masses to bask in her magnificence, while she herself was bathed in nothing more than spiteful boos towards the conceited noblewoman. The snooty pompousness of her new orchestral theme being more akin to welcoming British royalty, when from far behind Gwendolyn a dazzling fireworks show accompaniment would be the proverbial cherry on top.

Fireworks~...:

Nearby workers would disrobe Gwen as her conceited smirk and hazel gaze never wavered from the pitiable Philadelphian awaiting inside of the ring. Her next dainty steps taking her up the steps and through the ropes, a short waltz taken to turn and face the hard camera in the audience before offering the world a dignified, exaggerated, and perfectly executed curtsy. The sublime music being played fading away as her orchestra soon enough end their extravagant performance at that moment. Gwen approached her corner for the preliminary patdown by the referee before approaching the middle of the ring, one elbow propped atop the palm of her other hand with her fingers gently grazing her cheek as she patiently waited for Adrian to meet her.

"...we certainly have come far since that delightful little championship press conference, haven't we?...*giggle*...Oh, Madam Kytes. There is nothing more tragic in this world than wasted potential, and yet that is all that I have ever seen when sullying my eyes with your presence. However, I promise you this much, Adrian. That this will be a most...illuminating, night for you. Consider it my going away gift as you fade away into obsolescence along with everyone else from your generation~..."

Of course there would be fireworks, why would there not be fireworks? Adrian gritted her teeth under the barrage of colours, and that grit became a grind as the blonde went through the whole procedure of disrobing while all the former cosplayer wanted to do was boot her perfect teeth down her throat. Although she was fuming, by her standards Adrian was showing remarkable restraint, especially after what Gwendolyn had said about her.

"Generation talk? Really? Just because your mother is also your sister doesn't make you a different generation to me, difference is that I didn't waste years of my life standing around while paid help towelled my ass." Adrian snapped back hoping that if Gwen didn't get the Chinatown reference (which was an obscure shot even by Adrian's standards) the blonde would at least get the first part of the insult as they moved to the centre. "But speaking of obsolescence, when's your dad gonna replace you for a younger, shinier model to keep up with the country club boys?"

The Queenly manner in which the pampered noblewoman made her prestigious presence known had ever so briefly altered the rowdy, beer-swilling atmosphere...into one of distinguished regality that only the top one percent witness and partake in on on a daily basis. Gwendolyn always considered these extravagant PPV entrances of hers as her personal gift to all of those pitiable lowborns who wallow in menial lives. A gift that just for one fleeting moment they could be witness to true imperial magnificence~...and a gift that Adrian opted not to partake of. Gwendolyn's snooty expression visibly darkening from what was a non-stop barrage of potshots at her beloved Mummy and Daddum's...

"...Cute, Adrian. Always the smart mouth...Tell me...how thoroughly does it eat away at you knowing that an exalted noble of the upper-class can still best you at the profession you've dedicated your sad, impoverished life to?" Gwendolyn smugly enunciated once the came face to face in the middle of the ring. "My delightful little tribute to you was quite the education upon the subject of Adrian Kytes. All the fetid profanity that spews forth from your mouth...All the embarrassing attempts at dress-up...why, they're all just the result of an ill-bred, ill-mannered, vulgar middle child whose simply banging pots and pans to get Mommy and Daddy's attention, and have the world acknowledge they exist~...*giggle*...why it would almost be quite humorous if it weren't already....so...utterly...pathetic~..." Gwendolyn spitefully spacing those last few words apart with a smirk as she began backpedaling, the ring bell sounding off in the distance.

"Ask Akiha how the last member of the upper-class did!" Adrian called out as she backed up to her own corner, trying and failing not to show how much the last comment stung. Gwen was just trying to get under the former cosplayer's skin, she had to be, but it didn't stop Adrian's hands balling into fists at every word that came out of the blonde's mouth.

Still, when the bell rung Adrian went back to the centre to lock up with Gwendolyn, reaching out as she circled the ring to attempt to force the blonde into a traditional collar and elbow tie-up, if Gwen wanted to prove herself the better wrestler, she'd do it the old-fashioned way. With skill, not employees.

Born into the lap of luxury with a silver spoon in her mouth may have been the subtle genesis of Gwendolyn growing to foster a spitefully sinister silver tongue when called upon. Only those who have truly offended her regal sensibilities having earned such a wrathful dressing-down from the pompous noblewomen, and it was only a matter of time before before all of the exchanged barbs between them started to sting on a more personal level. The clanging confirmation of the beginning of the match prompted Gwendolyn to encircle the ring in tandem with the hardcore cosplayer, speeding up and slowing down her fancy footwork when necessary.

Steely-eyed concentration on her regal visage as she adopted a grappling stance opposite Adrian, the heiress wiggling her fingers before seemingly shooting forward for the collar and elbow tie-up...only to instead duck under Adrian's arms and begin a leisurely stroll off and to the sides while not even granting the cosplayer one iota of her snobbish attention. Fluffing up her majestic ringlets and examining her nail gloss with an upturned nose, the haughty aristocrat was booed maliciously from faking out the audience since clearly someone of her regal lineage would only properly start the match when she deemed it so~...

When Gwendolyn ducked under her arm, Adrian quickly switched to being prepared for a quick waistlock that never came, instead with Gwendolyn opting to make sure she hadn't broken a nail in the 5 nanoseconds since the last time she checked, "Really?" Adrian whispered to herself, debating whether grabbing one of those ridiculous hair drills and yanking it back. That would grab the blonde's attention for sure.

Perhaps a different approach was needed if Adrian was going to get the heiress to stop acting so... Gwen-ish, so this time when she closed the gap, arms up high, she instead swung a kick out low, trying to catch her foe on the side of her knee if she didn't decide that now was a good time to act seriously. She had offered the chance of an even start, now she would pay the price for dismissing it.

A fair bit of mindgames always went a long way in agitating and unnerving her foes, hence why Gwendolyn had opted to prolong their long-awaited clash just a few seconds longer. It was a stalling tactic utilized during last year's Avalanche tag-match, and once again, all to the jeering irritation of the fans in attendance as Gwendolyn pompously waltzed about while dutifully beautifying herself until she seemed willing to undertake another possible lock-up.  

Though no sooner did she assume another grappling stance and begin encroaching upon Adrian than the sly gamer girl this time averted Gwen's expectations, and nailed a swift low kick to the side of her knee. The heiress repressing a grumbled groan with a flinching expression as she briefly hobbled for a studder step before returning her attention back to Adrian. "Oooookay..." Gwendolyn muttered while nimbly motioning towards the cosplayer and attempt to return Adrian the favor with a sweeping side kick to the side of Ade's own knee.

Adrian got no small satisfaction from the briefest of stumbles, it went a long way to show that while frustrating your opponent could make them act more rashly and make mistakes, it could also gain reactions that you hadn't fully prepared for. Gwen seemingly took this lesson to heart as instead of going back to avoiding Adrian, she swung her own kick at the cosplayer's leg.

Everyone always goes strike for strike, don't they? the brunette thought smugly as she raised her leg to check the kick, letting kickpad strike kickpad before she lunged up, looping an arm over the now much closer blonde head and pulling her around, trying to trap Gwendolyn in a tight side headlock. "See, now if you hadn't messed around, you'd still be in a headlock but at least your leg wouldn't sting so much." Adrian taunted, mugging the heiress' brief captivity for all it was worth.