Flowers and Fisticuffs

Kimiko wasn't exactly familiar with the Friction arena, but she was almost certain she had never been down these particular balls before. They had passed the locker room she didn't use and continued past an area she had assumed was for storage. To her surprise there were a few small offices and several rooms with padlocks on the outside that made her extremely curious. Gwendolyn's assistant had been relatively quiet, but personable. Answering any questions the brunette had with clear, concise answers before letting silence drift in again. Not one for small talk it seemed.

When they reached their final destination the assistant pulled out a small keyring, flipping through it until finding the right key. With a small click, the double doors were opened and Kimiko was ushered inside. No sooner as she had entered then the door was closed behind her with a very Curt reminder Gwendolyn would be by shortly and that she should be ready. Fair enough.

The room was a spacious training area, a little smaller than a private gym but far nicer than many she had bummed a membership to in the past. Clean, with sleek workout equipment that to her unprofessional eyes looked pretty cutting edge. The brunette forum a small bench near the sparring ring and set down the package, her clipboard, and popped off her hat to set on top of it all.

"I didn't know they had places like this for us to work out in." She hummed thoughtfully, working down the buttons to her uniform over shirt. She shrugged her shoulder out of the garment, setting it down beside her things. Underneath she had a sporty workout too, a deep red with exposed midriff. From her back pocket she fished out a pair of gloves and began to slip them on.

With a small roll, she slipped under the bottom ropes and climbed to her feet. A few bounces in place to test the spring of the canvas and after running into the ropes a few times, she seemed content with the impromptu inspection. Everything seemed above board. All she needed was an opponent. After a minute or two of idle wandering about the ring, she just decided to start doing squats in the middle of the ring until the blond showed herself.

"...*sigh*...Madam Bettencourt, I must implore you to reconsider. I am NOT an officially certified referee and-"

"Splendid~... Why I'd say that makes you more than qualified for the position considering this is NOT an officially certified match."

Gwendolyn reassured her hesitant assistant from a hallway of lockers beside her own, now affixing her wrestling attire by adjusting it's hem around the plump swell of her royal backside. The assistant in question struggling to fit on the referee's trademark striped shirt over her head after removing her suit jacket, wondering how on Earth she found herself in this position after all of this escalated from a typical meeting to discuss Gwen's upcoming schedule of social events and her stock portfolio...to her abruptly thrust into the role of officiating a bitter grudge match where it was apparent that only one person was holding a grudge. Luckily she'd been witness to some of her employer's matches and got the basic gist of her responsibilities...but was internally dreading having to potentially declare her employer the loser of the spar...and suffer the job endangering repercussions of that act. The distressed assistant scooping up her ladies' initialized towel and bottle of water before scurrying along to walk beside Gwen out of the locker room and into the training facility.

New Outfit~...:

"Sincere apologies for the delay, and for the abhorrent conditions of the gymnasium..." Gwendolyn commented with a mirthful smirk while making her dramatic entrance, every exercise machine sparkling clean and in pristine condition, yet still somehow considered subpar in the aristocrat's snobbish sensibilities. A prideful stride being taken towards the ring as her lavish golden curls bounced with each poised step, the heiress adorned in a variation of her classic royal blue and marble white wrestling attire except with padded shin guards instead of regulation wrestling boots. Still fetching to the eye via it's figure-hugging tightness, adding a royal allure to her queenly cadence upon entering the ring through ropes widened by her assistant...than placing down Gwen's towel and water before entering the ring herself. "Whatsay we make this a standard affair in terms of rules and regulations? No need to overly a complicate sparring match between good friends, you understand. What's more...*giggle*...I can see in your fiery eyes and enthusiastic mannerisms that you're more than eager to get this proverbial show on the road." Gwen remarked with a hand propped on her hip.

Pausing in an awkward mid squat crouch, Kimiko looked over to the sight of Gwendolyn making her grand entrance with a referee in tow. She slowly stood back up, shaking out her legs as the two approached. It seemed that the blond's assistant had a near identical twin who was an official for Friction, what good luck.

She made a soft thoughtful sound as she eyed Gwendolyn up. Clearly better than a dress, but she wasn't sure a bathing suit was the best fighting attire either. Maybe it was just a wrestling thing? She wasn't even wearing shoes. That didn't seem very wise.

"Sounds good." The brunette gave a firm nod of her head, though in truth she wasn't sure what all that entailed. She hadn't done too much research into what was and wasn't allowed during a standard match save for if she fell over onto Gwendolyn for a few seconds then she would win. Kimiko slammed her knuckles together in front of her, pushing them further to pop the joints. She really was itching for a fight, it had been awhile since her last.

"Alright! Then let's go!" Kimiko let out an excited cry as she charged forward. Perhaps she should have waited for a bell, perhaps an official word that the match had begun. She was just too caught up in the moment though as she barreled forward, bringing back her arm as she locked eyes on Gwendolyn. With a hard stamp of her foot she grounded herself, waist twisting with a hard snap as she brought her arm around in a massive straight, aimed right at the heiress's pristine face.

Gwendolyn's assistant began fishing out the ring bell somewhere underneath the ring itself as the heiress started explaining the guidelines they would be adhering to for the sparring match. An act that Gwendolyn was beginning to fear may be for naught considering the hyperactive giddiness evident in Kimiko's sparkling eyes, akin to a rambunctious child having ingested far too many sugary snacks and being told the proper safety procedures seconds before being unleashed upon an amusement park. Gwendolyn hoping that at least some modicum of what she was saying was breaking through that granite-like head of hers, but if not than it was no major loss. Matters would proceed expectedly whether this delivery person knew what she had signed up for or not.

"...*giggle*...very good. May the best lady of exorbitant wealth and refined elegance win~...Now, if you'll simply take your preordained spot in your corner, than we can-" Gwendolyn flinched in mid-sentence from Kimiko's flattened stomp upon the canvas catching her attention, milliseconds before what would be a balled up fist comes walloping her in her smug facial features...that is, had the quick-witted aristocrat not managed to seamlessly sidestep the strike while hooking her arm below Kimiko's. An elegant pivot with Kimiko's arm in tow would have the delivery person flipping overhead in an armdrag takedown...the slam alerting the assistant at ringside to glance inside to notice the match had seemingly begun proper, ergo she wouldn't need the ring bell after and instead just slipped inside the ring.

Kimiko was an excitable girl. She had been waiting few a few minutes, which had been more than enough time for her to pump up. What may have started as a lukewarm challenge in her mind had become a over hyped prize fight by the moment Gwendolyn had climbed into the sparring ring. Which she was all about fighting fair, once they had crossed into the "fight zone" as she referred to as the wrestling ring, most bets were off. She had tried her best to remain steady and listen but everyone was talking far to much and fighting far to little so she jumped the bell and started things off right.

The brunette had a record of ending things early. getting the jump on her opponent or simply catching them off guard with just how deceptively powerful she was. One good punch was all it took sometimes to sent her opponent to the ground seeing stars and leaving her disappointed. As much as she wanted to hit Gwendolyn to start exchanging blows, the sudden shift in the elegant blond's movements found her fist flying off the mark. She was already trying to short step to shuffle around to take a second swing when arms came out to grip her arm in motion, dragging her forward and down. Her momentum carried her up and over, flopping gracelessly onto her back with a hard thud that had her bouncing off the mat and up onto her backside.

"Oh... huh." Kimiko furrowed her brow as she sat facing the ropes, reaching back to rub the back of her head. the wild fighter turned to look back to Gwendolyn with furrowed brows, looking slightly perplexed as she sized the regal wrestler up and down again. Before long she had a grin back on her face and was whirling back around to hop back to her feet and dust herself off.

"That was pretty slick. You're real fast, huh. One of those slippery ladies... nice!" She oozed excitement even after being humiliatingly countered in the opening gambit. It was almost like the experience had flown in one ear and out the other... given their other interactions it seemed to make sense. perhaps the more alarming thing of note how utterly unphased she seemed to be after the hard impact, not so much as a wince of pain. With that big dopey smile of hers she threw up her fists in a more traditional combat stance. Squared shoulders, a study base... though she was bobbing on the balls of her feet, ready to move. "What was that about wealth and winning? Are you paying me too or something?  Sorry, I wasn't listening all the way."

Having never spent an exorbitant portion of her time associating herself with children in the slightest, aside from whatever cousins and distant relatives dallied about the halls of her mansion during stuff-shirted family gatherings, Gwendolyn was obviously ill-prepared to converse with the rather gauche delivery woman before her. Although the heiress was dutifully prepared for this woman's flagrant disobeying of the rules of conduct by pitching her arm backward for an attempted sucker punch that Gwendolyn had zero intention of validating it's moniker. A poised, graceful, and naturally flawless counter seeing to that by flipping Kimiko about in a blur of royal blue and golden-ringletted hair...and one Gwendolyn stood up from afterwards with a glowering glare, stiff upper lip, arms folded, and imperious pout on her facials as she literally and figuratively looked down on Kimiko.

The unmitigated gall of this woman to not only shirk the preordained rules of the prototypical grappling spar...which in hindsight is quite the ironic offense to be had from a lady renowned for resorting to the lowest of lows to secure victory in her matches...but also to think so little of Gwendolyn's superior wrestling expertise that Kimiko felt it would actually work against her. Nettled...though she may be, the heiress couldn't help but acknowledge the strength in Kimiko's strike...and how irritatingly close it came to being plowed into the side of the blueblood's sophisticated countenance. Gwendolyn raised a perked eyebrow at this unforeseen development, and was briefly in contemplative thought as to whether this rambunctious rapscallion was even remotely aware of the veiled potential she had...but than Gwendolyn stopped deluding herself. Any assumption of this woman's intelligence beyond a grade-school level was a generosity assuredly overestimated.

"...*growl*...FIRSTLY...A sparring match typically commences after..." Gwendolyn would interrupt herself to point her index finger at her referee/assistant beside her, who would than hold up her cell phone to Kimiko to play a clanging sound effect pitch perfect to a ring bell.  "...the distinctly noticeable sound of a chiming bell. SECONDLY..."...Perhaps if you prove yourself an adequate enough challenge to an individual of my refined expertise, a position of employment could very well be bestowed upon you this fine day~...and FINALLY~..." " Another interruption taken on the heiress' behalf to regain her regal composure. Huffing out an exasperated sigh, pouting her prudish lips with a pretentiously superior uptick to her nose, fluffing up her immaculate ringlets...all before abandoning the pomp and circumstance through lashing out at Kimiko by spinning about in a Sobat Kick rammed into her adversary's breadbasket.

"Huh? Since when do people have bells in spars. Is that a new thing? I may have missed it." Kimiko hadn't bothered to lower her stance. She was pretty sure they were actually fighting now so getting too distracted could be an issue. She did, for the sake of being polite, shift her gaze briefly when Gwendolyn pointed to her bell laden assistant. It didn't seem to matter anymore, but it was something to consider in the future.

"I guess it's good you have some fancy moves then. I would have been pretty sad if I knocked you out before our spar even started." The brunette gave a small tilt of her head and a grin at the mention of employment. She already had two jobs between her personal business and AFW… she wasn't sure if she could do with a third. "Maybe! I am pretty busy though, with the wrestling and my own business. You are always welcome to tip though, Shooting Star Shipments doesn't have any policies against that sort of thing."

As dim as she may have been when it came to knowledge of worldly things, her combat awareness seemed on point. Though Gwendolyn was no doubt a faster woman than the brawling brunette, there was a clear going of recognition the second the blond made her move. While a more technical wrestler may have moved from the attack, she instead charged forward into it. Leaning in a shoulder, her arm tucked up along her body like an aegis, taking the full brunt of the kick along her bicep.

"Whoa, that one was stiff!" It was a good hit, she could feel the burn of the impact as she trudged forward. Throwing her weight into it she stomped right up to Gwendolyn, throwing her battered arm wide in a wide arc to attempt to catch the woman with a heavy backswing across the jaw. If the strike made contact she would try to immediately initiate a grapple, looking to wrestle control from a possibly staggering opponent.

Lessons learned through pain are the ones oft-not repeated...Sagely words of wisdom hammered into a youthful and positively jejune Gwendolyn from her perfectionist ballet instructors whenever she lamented being unable to stand straight after yet another agonizing session under their tutelage. It was guidance that she found to be most enlightening given how often it rang true, and how it can be applied to much more than just pirouette practice. The heiress intending to instruct this dim-witted delivery woman in a similar manner by plunging her foot into Kimoko's abdomen with elegant force to drive the air out of this women's lungs and wipe all of that brash confidence out of that incessant smirk of hers. But the heiress instead had reason to balk and retract her leg with a raised eyebrow from feeling her strike thwarted by Kimiko's retracted bicep, Gwen's backpedaling soon afterward saving her from that very same arm being swung at her.

"Tch!!!" The feeling of air being sliced right before her nose clued Gwendolyn in to the degree of sheer strength Kimiko was putting into her strikes, and one she'd only scarcely managed to avoid by swaying backwards to have it only hit nothing but air and wafting hair curls. Though the ensuing grapple was not attempted to be avoided as Gwendolyn stomped into it with an entanglement of her arms with Kimiko's. A lock-up that practically had them butting foreheads as the blueblood strained her taught leg muscles to do her best at not giving up an inch, lest she take a mile. "You are...unBEARably naive...but also well-trained, evidently. Intriguing..." Gwen uttered with a competitive smirk and a flinched groan, swiftly tugging her arm forward and latching on a secured side-headlock. Bearing down on Kimi's head against her flared bicep and a certainly heavenly softness mushed against the other side of the deliverywoman's face.

Kimiko whirled around with a mighty backswing of her fist, narrowing avoiding the nimble blond by the thinnest of margins, enough to flatter those slinky spring ringlets that passed as hair. The brunette was grinning all the while, clearly amused by just how flighty her opponent was, even barking a laugh at how delicate her footwork had been as she almost tip toed spritely away, just the right amount of distance. The precision and skill was lost on her, it honestly just looked funny.

“Come’ere!” With a sloppy lunge, she was almost surprised when she managed to catch something more than air. Eyes wide, sparkling with excitement as they stared back into Gwendolyn’s judgemental rich brown gaze. The brunette’s gloves let out a soft audible sound of strain as he grip clamped down tightly, show off just how strong she was again beneath all of this bumbling

Leaning in in, the elegant blond was providing her a decent challenge, shifting their lock up to ensure that Kimiko’s own raw push with power wasn’t getting her much ground at all. Going along with it, she circled with careful steps, mindful of her balance as she shoved forward, trying to bully herself into some headway.

“Ha, yeah. I am native.” The grinning fool of a woman responded, clearly mishearing what it was her venomous counterpart had said. “I’m self trained mostly, so I’ll take that as a compliment. You’re not so bad ei-woop!” Pushing a bit too hard, Kimiko stumbled forward with her opponent no longer pushing back, caught from falling as an arm wrapped around the side of her head. Bend over awkwardly, she flailed her arms wildly for balance. She was forced to close an eye as her face was partially buried in the side of the blond woman’s boob, trying to wiggling her face about to allow herself to at least see properly.

“Do you-eck! Do you always fight like this?” Kimiko strained, planting her boots to steady herself in the hold. She tugged a bit, trying to slip her head free but… sure enough Gwendolyn had a pretty good grip on her. All of her squirming had unintentionally gotten her a mouthful of the other woman’s boob, muffling the next thing she said to an unintelligible degree. After a moment of silence, she blew out through her lips hard making a squelching sound not all that unlike an undignified passing of gas. It did provide her enough wiggle room to twist her head away from suffocating herself though!

The brunette brought a hand around, grasping for Gwendolyn's forearm, tight gripped, trying to squeeze her fingers down between them to make for a passable attempt at prying free. Her other hand however, after patting around blindly along the back of the blond’s thighs, found a nice firm handhold, to start trying to shove the entitle Engish woman off her. Her palm rested on her rear, fingers splayed, cutting a cheek as she pushed while pulling with her head and tugging at the arm holding her. One of these was bound to help.

Earnest concern was beginning to be bandied about within Gwendolyn's thought processes for her adversary's well-being...that is to say, for her mental acuity. Whatever I.Q. points Kimiko had managed to scarcely cobble together were seemingly an insufficient numeral when it came to comprehending anything but the most basic of statements. Especially ones that have little to do with fighting or some such manner of boorish physical activity. Hence Gwendolyn's utter incapability to levy a blasted insult against this scrappy irritant when they all seem to flutter fancifully in one ear and out the other, all while she was beaming with that gleefully inane smile of hers. A twinge of irritation causing one of Gwen's hazel to twitch when they were still locking horns with another before she'd opt to end the conversation with what she intended to perform in this lock-up in the first place. If anything it would serve to stifle that blathering mouth of hers and forego the probable migraine Gwen may suffer from should she continue trading words with the delivery-woman instead of trading wrestling maneuvers. Her back-handed compliments remained to be compliments nevertheless what with this brutish woman's capable striking prowess...which she intended to render ineffectual by rounding up Kimiko's head into a commanding side headlock. Robbing the brunette of any semblance of balance and bending her at an awkward angle to make delivering a strike quite the irksome conundrum, in Gwendolyn's refined eyes~...

"Why no, as a matter of fact. This is not mine own customary wrestling stratagem. On most occasions, I see fit to actually put in effort~..." Gwendolyn poshly retorted in yet another vainglorious attempt to belittle the flailing delivery-woman, one that the heiress attempted to simplify so as to perhaps become finally registered by this unfailingly dim-witted adversary. The heiress going into brief crouches before straightening up her lean frame once more for intensified reaffirmations of the cramped headlock, further smushing Kimiko's babbling face against her royal bosom to an embarrassing degree. Kimiko slathering upon her smooth skin like a suckling newborn and offering a different type of lip-service than the Boardroom Princess is accustomed to, bringing a mirthful smirk and a foppish flick to her golden curls until the delivery-woman saw fit to ruin the moment by blubbering flapping lips to produce a...sound naught to be described...and begin to incessantly knead her supple rump. Flares of a miffed temperament being ignited as she settled down from being jolted to a tip-toe by the groping handful, and transitioned to an arm wringer by shifting to her side while grabbing and twisting the brunette's arm sharply. An agonizing position she wouldn't have to suffer through for much longer as Gwen than hopped over that arm until it nestled snugly betwixt the heiress' creamy thighs with her backside settled upon it as well...all before a bare-footed mule kick would strike Kimiko right in the face before releasing her arm to make the experience much less enjoyable.