Penthouse Pandemonium - Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Daichi Kazura

Match type: Falls Count Anywhere
Victory conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout
Special conditions: Victory can be achieved anywhere within the apartment, No DQ. Exiting the apartment counts as an immediate forfeit.

Swarms of frilly-skirted maids and tuxedoed servants would be milling about the palatial apartment building in feverish preparation for the rather unorthodox usage of their employer's humble abode. Several of whom would be guiding Gwendolyn's "guest of honor" from the gated entrance way downstairs, through the emptied lobby, towards the private elevator and the singular point of entry to the Imperial Rose's luxurious dwelling. One of several within Japan that Gwendolyn frequents at her fancy should she ever feel the need for more secluded accommodations, with today being one such fanciful exception. The mass bedlam unfolding within could not have served as a more diametric contrast to the opulent decor of Gwendolyn's quaint residence until all preparation was in place. The pompous blueblood bidding her devout employees adieu and patiently began biding her time with a steam-swirled teacup in her dainty hands as her servantry made their respective exits with a reverential bow or curtsy before filing towards the private elevator. Serene solitude indulged by the heiress for the time being.

G.D.B.:

Gwendolyn having long since donned her figure fitting wrestling attire that hugged every sublime curvature of her perfect frame with airtight coverage, now poshly sitting cross-legged with soothing hum to her satin lips thanks to the divine tea left behind by her dutiful personnel. Sunlight illuminating the pristine settings of the lap of luxury few could even dare to attain within their lifespan, a multi-floored penthouse suite offering numerous extravagant accommodations including but not limited to a pool/jacuzzi combination located on the balcony, spiral staircase, finely tuned piano, roof garden reading and movie lounge~...and yet Gwendolyn deemed it to be a modest domicile at best when compared to her labyrinthine estate. A splayed-out grappling mat being sprawled out before her and signifying the official starting point for the match today which was absolutely assured to generate a significant degree of intrigue amongst the wrestling community. One reason obviously being the lavish locale, the other being what was soon to culminate within its borders once her adversary joined her for the festivities.

This was something beyond Daichi's wildest dreams, the rookie sensation was finally here at AFW and was actually wrestling one of the most prominent wrestlers at AFW. The nineteen year old had dreamed to be a professional wrestler and his dream was finally being realized. However, it was now time to push on and move to something bigger and better. It was now time to climb up the ladder and be the best wrestler in AFW, and not simply be just part of the federation.

Of course, no wrestler came close in wrestling ability and pompousness than Gwendolyn but today he was going to conquer his toughest opponent ever. Things were quite different, he was amazed as his eyes were opened to a world he had never seen before. Being an orphan, living in the orphanage, Daichi always lived in poor conditions and the whole lavish apartment lobby, elevator and of course the suite was something surreal to him.

Of course, if he were to become the best, the champ, the fan favourite, maybe one day he could have a lavish life as well and perhaps help his friends at the orphanage. The concierge, butlers and made assisted him to the apartment before swiftly making their exit, leaving the two alone in the huge space. He couldn't believe she had so many people doing stuff for her, a luxury he never had or even thought of.

His eyes gazed upon the beauty of the blonde who was clad in her attire and sipped away her tea. "Hi. My name is Daichi...just give me a moment to change. Oh, and thank you for agreeing to wrestle me...it is an honor" he said with a smile as he made his way over to the bathroom. He would quickly dig something out of his duffle bag, stripping nude and then changing into a pair of wrestling briefs and boots. He made sure to apply some deodorant to smell nice as well.

After that, he would make his way back out. "Okay, I'm back. Thank you for waiting...just one more moment please" he said, in awe of tall the fancy things around him. He would walk up the blue mats and would lay down on his belly, raising his butt up as he would stretch his body to limber up.

Spoiler:

Blissful contentment emanated from the dignified blueblood and sole occupant of the lavish apartment. Whose aristocratic inhabitant remained within after her servantry departed as she continued sipping her glass of exquisitely crafted tea with a droll smile on her posh visage. Gwendolyn considering this particular idea to be a master stroke of calculating initiative on her part, if she did say so herself. Concocting the day's unconventional competition and it's elaborate scenery as a way towards offering the lowbrow peasantry a glimpse into her typically secluded and opulently wealthy daily life, all while simultaneously portraying her as a magnanimous, charitable, and daresay benevolent noblewoman by choosing this particular adversary for the occasion. An orphaned roustabout whose nevertheless considered a rising star within the Tension ranks in spite of his tragic backstory. The publicity and intrigue alone making this a worthwhile endeavor, and one that appeared ready to commence as the fledgling rookie entered her apartment with a greeting as mundane as his appearance. A mirthful smile growing as she closed her eyes...

"...*giggle*...Quite the understatement. For what I've chosen to benevolently bestow you should be considered an exalted privilege dwarfing any mere "honor". Gaze in awestruck wonder for you stand in the presence of-EH?" Gwendolyn flinched with gawked eyes when noticing she was once again alone within the living room, swiveling her golden-curled head side to side until ascertaining Daichi had abandoned her in mid-sentence and was making usage of her hallway bathroom to change into his wrestling attire. The heiress scowling from the blatant rudeness and taking another few sips to soothe her agitated nerves, Daichi soon afterward returning in his wrestling attire and prompting the noblewoman to place her tea cup aside and standing out of her chair to declare "AHEM...as I was saying...Gaze in awestruck wonder upon-" before being interrupted by Daichi performing ridiculous stretches right in front of her. Gwen gawking in eye-twitched agitation before stamping her boot onto the mat below. "ARE YOU QUITE THROUGH WITH YOUR INCESSANT INTERRUPTIONS? I've yet to even properly introduce myself with those boorish manners of yours!!!"

The young newcomer was certainly in awe of Gwendolyn's lavish estate. Coming from a rather poor background of being an orphan and living in an orphanage, he was not used to such expensive lifestyle and grandeur condos. Of course, that was the complete opposite of Gwendolyn's experience who was a rich and pompous noble blueblood. Despite everything though, Gwendolyn was always able to back her arrogance with her wrestling ability.

Would Daichi's heart and determination be enough to defeat Gwen's wrestling ability and riches? He was willing to bet that it would! After rudely interrupting her several times, he found himself stretching infront of Gwen, with his rear faced up towards her as he had cut her intro out now three times.

This caused the noblewoman to finally lose it, making him yelp as he would jump up and get back to his feet. Laughing sheepishly and scratching the back of his head, he would now in resect and apologize. "Eh-hehehe! S-so sorry Gwendolyn" he would say. "Is it me or is it kind of cold in here? Im not used to wrestling in an apartment...with you know? Just down to being in my briefs" he said, blushing a bit.

"OH by the way! *sniff*sniff*" Daichi leaned to Gwendolyn a bit. "You smell really nice, that must be some expensive perfume huh" he said, full of energy. "Sorry sorry...erm, you were saying? Go on" he said, realizing that he had cut her off again and this time remaining quiet to let her introduce herself finally.

Elegant masquerade balls and fashionable soirees would typically bear witness to Gwendolyn's grandiose arrivals upon the red carpet with pomp and circumstance exuded alongside every poised step as designer dresses adorned her flawless physique. Lavish introductions being one of Gwendolyn's numerous exceptional specialties considering she knew very well the importance of making a proper first impression~...Hence this was the reason why the pompous blueblood was thoroughly nettled by her adversary’s incessant warm-up routine was taking precedence over listening intently to Gwendolyn's eloquently enunciated preamble. The agitated heiress abandoning her majestic monologuing altogether with snarled vehemence directed at her spiky-haired adversary for the occasion, who was now finally giving Gwendolyn the attention she so richly deserved.

Gwendolyn folding her arms with a prudish scowl and an impatient tapping of her booted foot against the polished floor all throughout Daichi's professed apologies but recoiling in perplexity and taking a step back from Daichi abruptly invading her personal space with the sudden sniffing of her perfume. Gwendolyn balking from the bizarre cordiality taken by Dai afterwards before realizing the futility in continuing her ceremonial introductions. "Oh For Heaven’s Sake, Forget It!!! The moment has well and justly passed by now, and it's not as if you could possibly be unaware as to whom your speaking with regardless..." Gwendolyn stated with a flick of her golden ringlets before settling herself into a grappling posture. "As your humble host, allow me to welcome you within my humble abode. And the setting for my imminent victory~..."

Of course living the rather modest and innocent life in the orphanage, Daichi wasn't accustomed to high society etiquette and how to behave towards one of the richest and most powerful people. He would treat her as he would do any other person. While it may be a admirable trait to not see the difference between the rich and the poor, some would say he was being rather rude. Gwendolyn would certainly be in that camp as she seemed to have had enough of his antics, with the moment now ruined she was more interested in getting the match started rather than the formalities.

He would take a step back and looked confused, scratching his head at her rather sophisticated speech. "Um, okay...I guess that means we start wrestling now? Hope you got this place insured Miss...erm, sorry-what was your name again?" he said before lunging in towards her, looking to take her on the challenge for the grapple. Daichi tried to be clever and get behind her, going for a waistlock and if he managed to secure one, even going for a quick german suplex!

Woe Is Gwendolyn. Upon ascertaining the futility of continuing onward with fruitless attempts at civilized discourse, the vexed blueblood abandoned any pretense of courteous etiquette when it came to further associating with her neanderthal of an adversary. Gwendolyn's idealized envisioning of this match's preamble effectively shattered the second this rambunctious ruffian opened his mouth. Whatever wavelength Daichi was operating under clearly varied exponentially in comparison to Gwendolyn, who readied herself into a grappling stance and formally commenced the beginning of the match. Gwen quirking her eyebrow in vein twitched exasperation at Daichi being unaware of Gwendolyn's full name, when he was the reason behind her being incapable of introducing herself in the first place. "...I may derive satisfaction from this match yet, it seems..." A scowled glare directed towards Daichi who showcased some nimble footwork by swiveling around the heiress and clasping his arms around her waist. Gwen scoffing as she peeked over her shoulder, but managing to leap along with the suplex attempt and land on her feet behind Daichi in a crouch. Once Dai turned to face the heiress, he'd witness the noblewoman's boots aimed straight at his chest in a leaping dropkick attempt.

It was clear that Daichi and Gwendolyn were on quite a different wavelength. The two showcased two individuals with vastly different lifestyles, background, and most important rules of etiquette. Of course, the Blazing Warrior Daichi didn't mean any disrespect by his perceived rudeness but was only due to the excited rumblings of a rookie wrestler wanting to make a new rival, friend or mentor!

Gwendolyn saw things differently, however seemed to relish the challenge or at least the thought of disciplining the eager male wrestler. With the match now officially started, Daichi went in for a quick German suplex. However, the sweet THUD sound never came as the nimble footed blueblood would land on her feet.

"Huh wait" he would scratch his head, only for him to turn around and be greeted with a pair of her boots to his chest. Daichi grunted in pain as he staggered backwards and eventually stumbled, falling down back first onto a coffee table! "Arrrghhh! owww" he cried out, clutching his back in pain while on, undoubtedly, an expensive coffee table.

First impressions were historically a luxury only bestowed upon an individual but once, and only once. And with the proper etiquette, an aura of regal refinement, and conversational perspicacity...why, any lowborn ragamuffin can potentially ingratiate themselves to those of a more dignified social class. Suffice it to say, Daichi has failed spectacularly in each category towards achieving that specific goal so far. However, Gwendolyn acknowledged that her adversary's shortcomings as a gentleman mattered little when it came to his swift-footed spryness allowing him to attempt a German Suplex out of the metaphorical gate. One which Gwendolyn elegantly countered with a thwacked stamping plastered against Daichi who was now splayed out across her high-end coffee table. An agile kip-up preceding the Snobbish Blueblood's approach as she stepped atop her expensive table with one boot planted between his pectorals. "That...is who I am, my esteemed housequest. A fact I'll graciously see fit to remind you of for the rest of this match~..." A smug sneer on her beauteous facials before reaching down to guide Daichi back to his feet via a yanked grip on his hair. Situating his head underneath her arm and attempting a snap suplex that would send the Blazing Warrior flying overhead behind them.