Dinner For Four

"Excuse me sir, you can't park here...you need to leave, immediately."

The Uber driver still counting his tip was startled to find his modest town-car swarmed upon by restaurant employees, one of whom was now tapping on his driver's side window and ushering him along. The majority of them quite literally rolling out a freshly cleaned red carpet and setting up a velvet rope from the curb of the sidewalk towards the restaurant's entrance doors, behind which would come the restaurant's owner. An uptight, prudish individual adjusting his bow-tie and dabbing a handkerchief against his sweaty forehead as he tried to settle himself down from having just been informed of whom was about to make their arrival. AFW maintaining absolute secrecy amongst all else to curtail any chances of a media circus given the assortment of world renowned sports entertainers gathering together under one opulent roof...the last of whom just now arriving in an elongated Mercedes-Benz limousine with an SUV both leading and following it. A security detail leaving those SUV's to take point all amongst the restaurant as the driver of the limo opened the passenger side door with a respectful bow...a pair of designer high-heeled shoes clacking upon the sidewalk with their owner stepping outside.

"M-Madam Bettencourt~...Allow me to just say that it will be an honor to serve-"

"YesYesYes...the honor is all yours, I'm patently aware. Do me the courtesy of withholding such banal formalities and kindly show me to where this supposed interview will be taking place."

Standing tall with a primp and perfect posture, Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt swiftly dispelled the owner's patronizing with a dramatic flick of her golden locks. The dignified socialite dressed for elegance in a royal blue dress with blue/white tippet, a hint of wafting aroma from her dainty perfume as she started making headway in approaching the restaurant, arms folded beneath her bosom and each hand clasping the elbow of her other arm. The flummoxed owner scampering ahead so he could lead the way inside the restaurant himself. Such dull proceeding's would ordinarily be beneath Gwen, and a stipulation of her AFW contract bequeaths her full freedom to disregard any interview requests. A proviso she utilizes quite often given how limited her time normally is, especially since deciding to frequent Tension's arena. However...when she was informed that the interview segment was to be titled "Gwendolyn: The Beauteous Rose Of The Wrestling World."...she opted to allow AFW the exquisite privilege of basking in her radiance and peppering her with various, pre-approved softball questions. The owner opening the door to their private dinner quarters and staying outside while the heiress arrived as only she can. Arms extended widely to her sides and eyes tightly shut as she proclaimed to the heavens.

"Rejoice!!!, and let not your eyes deceive you~...For the paragon of upper-class sophistication...The beau idéal of civility amongst the nobility...and the topic of your quaint interview segment has arrive-" Gwendolyn balked from the slightest opening of her eyes, recognizing the three occupants immediately and adopting a disappointed, banal glower with slumped lifelessness to her arms and shoulders. "...oh, it's just you three. Two of my most competitive, combative, contentious wrestling rivals......and Valley." A snipe at the Californian being taken as she lumbered onward towards the dinner table. "If this is some manner of trickery meant to hoodwink me into one of those ghastly food matches, I'll have you know that my security detail is but one high-pitched whistle away..."

Immediately ascertaining that her proposed interview segment, "Gwendolyn: The Beauteous Rose Of The Wrestling World", was indeed nothing but a conjured up farce to ensure her participation in this clandestine rendezvous, the heiress sulked onward. She'd already determined that this night was nothing but a complete wash considering she'd cleared her schedule for the rest of the night not knowing how long this would all take. So it was that she opted to make the most of this treacherous debacle by partaking in whatever culinary comforts this restaurant had to offer, perhaps they could satiate her palate enough to distract her from the rambunctious company she'd been scheduled to dine with. Gwendolyn primly ignoring the bombardment of disparaging remarks, crass comments, and flippant tones directed towards her as she demonstrated her upper-class mannerisms towards royal etiquette by seating herself and crossing her legs at the ankles, taking the handkerchief beneath the silver ware and folding it over knee while responding in kind.

"My reasons for partaking in both brands are mine and mine alone. Though one can hardly fault a lady of my robust wresting expertise to seek other venues of worthwhile challengers when the current federation is failing to provide adequate opponent's for whom I can spar with~..." The haughty socialite's snooty head held high as she responded, eyes listlessly half-lidded while taking the time to meticulously arrange the cutlery and utensils in front of her in proper fashion. "Whatever my reasons are, I assure you they are of more noble intentions than scrapping and clawing for some manner of long-since expended popularity and definitive relevance in the public's eyes in the waning twilight of my career~..." A not so subtle jab at the only other blonde lady at the table who just so happened to join Tension at the same time she did.