Meeting of Fate [Killcarrion]

Askua's career here in AFW hadn't really picked up yet, even though the darked haired wrestler had defeated one of the biggest names here in AFW, Heather Sunderland, in a pretty decisive way. She had developed a slight rivalry with the girl, but seeing as she had already done her deal in humiliating and making sure that she was the dominant party and that she was better. It always felt pretty good, and this time it felt even better for her as she had been able to go into this league and take out a pretty big name during her debut match. The young Japanese girl knew fully well that she had already made somewhat of a name for herself with that, and had to admit that it felt really good. Though, as of late her modeling career had taken the front seat and had been the reason why she hadn't been in AFW for a while, but now she was back and ready to make her career here take of like a rocket and with it take over this little league.

For that reason, Asuka had come down to AFW to talk to the higher ups and such, to try and get herself some more matches and such and make sure that they knew that she was back. So as she was walking down the hallways of the building, heading off to try and find out where the big shots had their little office. It wouldn't be so hard she thought, especially since there had to be some clear place where the big shots were located. As the Red Falcon walked down the halls, her long red coat fluttered a bit behind her, she was dressed in a white sweater and underneath she wore a white tank top. Over that she had that long red coat, a black tight-fitting skirt with black pantyhose and a pair of brown leather boots. Asuka's hair was let loose for once, not tied up into her usual long twin-tails. Her teal eyes were as beautiful as usual and with all of that mixed together, Asuka looked truly beautiful as usual.

Her boots clattered against the floor as she walked down the halls and headed towards the nearest elevator, upon reaching it the girl stopped and pressed the button before she folded her arms underneath her chest and then proceeded to wait for the lift.

One AFW employee would run behind Asuka while she waited patiently for the elevator, with her hair wafting slightly due to the breeze. And another…..then another. As if instantaneously the peaceful lobby had devolved into a frenzied hodgepodge of executive managers, attendants, and paparazzi running in from the front doors as they readied their cameras. The tension in the air would become palpable as sentence fragments and nervous mutterings could be overheard from the obviously distressed employees.

“……wasnâ€t supposed to be here for another 3 hours!! Why didnâ€t she……”

“…...you believe her family let her do this? This has to be a publicity stunt-……”

“ ……just got off the phone with him. Ms. Bettencourtâ€s caravan is gonna-……”

The wailing of sirens echoing from outside muffled any further discussions. A police escort drove ahead of the approaching caravan of town cars, each one driving slowly down the block of the building until a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud automobile stopped at the main entrance. The town cars surrounding the Rolls Royce burst open with a cavalcade of butlers, maids, and bagmen, most carrying several bags of luggage and supplies. Rushing through the doors and approaching the elevators with bags in tow, one of the maids was having noticeable trouble lifting the suitcase she had with her.

Upon witnessing the poor girls struggle, another maid would nonchalantly hand Asuka the bag she was carrying in order to assist her. In the swirling confusion of rampant discussions and fast paced movement, more butlers and maids would hand Asuka bags mistaking her for AFWâ€s hired help. Outside a tall, lanky butler with a thick grey mustache who had been the driver of the Rolls Royce walked around to the passenger side door and bowed deeply while opening it. All other employees would stand at attention as a pair of elegant white dress shoes touched the pavement before the occupant would finally reveal herself. Standing tall with a primp and perfect posture, Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt would arrive at AFW hardly acknowledging her surroundings as all her attention was transfixed on the tablet she had in her white satin gloved hands.

“We have arrived, My Lady…”

“Merci, Winston…”

Without looking up Gwendolyn stepped forward while still swiping away on her tablet. Dressed in a cobalt blue and white dress that extended to her feet and her sunflower blonde hair fashioned into eye-catching coils, the lady carried with her an aura of regality that had been practiced since birth. Ignoring all the AFW well-wishers as she entered the lobby, the elevator would finally arrive behind Asuka as Gwendolyn, along with a small entourage of butlers and bodyguards, stepped into it. Gwen would still refuse to divert her attention from the stock market information on her tablet as she addressed Asuka, urging her on.

“Come now, those bags canâ€t possibly be THAT heavy, can they”? While she waited for Asukas response, a few more of her entourage would nudge Asuka into the elevator as they pressed the paparazzi and their flashing cameras back….

One might think that Asuka's attention would turn towards the running paparazzi and people who seemed to talk about someone or something big happening or such, sadly for her the young Japanese girl had since long gotten used to them and gotten used to the constant scurrying around that they did, it was always the same deal when someone big came to any place. It had been similar for Asuka many times when she had arrived at places, everything from hotels to restaurants, parties and events, as well as AFW when she herself arrived here for the very first time. Though it seemed that this time it wasn't her they were interested in, it still didn't seem to bother the young raven haired girl, and beyond that...she seemed as if she was completely ignoring them. Sometimes that was probably the easiest way to deal with those kind of people after all.

While waiting on the elevator, Asuka started to hum to herself. What she was humming was anyones guess, but her peaceful little moment to herself didn't last very long though...for soon enough she had a maid standing right next to her, before Asuka could even looked over towards the girl she had a bag dropped into her arms. " eh....?" Asuka was fairly stunned by this, her eyes half open in disbelief as her head tilted to the side. Just as she was about to drop the bag down onto the floor and simply go back to ignore everything that was going on once again....another bag was dropped into her arms. " Eh...?" A slightly louder reaction escaped Asuka's lips as she started to straighten her head back and her right eyer opened up a bit wider, whilst her left eye remained at a somewhat half open state. Another bag was hung over Asuka's shoulder, and another to the opposite one. The model's eyes soon began to twitch, a vain on the side of her forehead would start to pulsate a bit, as only more and more bags was being pilled upon her. " Eh?!..." She let out in a rather loud surprise as she soon enough got to hear the voice of someone, of course she couldn't see anything at this point, for her peripheral vision was blocked off by bags that had been pilled on top of her.

The elevator doors opened up and it seemed as if she was being nudged from behind now, Asuka didn't have the time to respond whoever had been responsible for making her the bag girl as she gently stumbled into the elevator...almost not keeping her balance because of the weight of the bags. Once she was in the elevator though, not having stumbled....well Asuka had gotten enough. No one....NO ONE would be allowed to treat her as some kind of bellboy from a hotel! The wrestler who went under the ring name of Red Falcon would with a rough deep breath throw down the massive amount of bags that had been pilled on top of her and turn towards the girl who had just spoken to her.

There was no real reaction to seeing the girl, as her heart was racing a bit because of the utter frustration and somewhat anger as being treated as a bellhop. Asuka would let out an annoyed grunt as she tossed down the bags, her eyes would instantly seek Gwendolyn's. " Aaa!!!!! Who the hell do you think you are ?!! Carry your own damn luggage!" While Asuka's family weren't the same kind of noble rich family they had been a long time ago, and didn't have the same standing as before, the young girl did come from a long and proud line, one that she thanks to her modeling career was trying to build up again....somewhat. For that very reason, Asuka wasn't gonna let any treat her as anything less than she was, and certainly wasn't gonna take being treated as anyones *help*.

The closing of the elevators doors prompted one of Gwenâ€s bagmen to swipe a card though a slot in floor selection panel, indicating they were going to arrive on a floor that was normally reserved. Gwen unknowingly stood beside Asuka in the middle of the elevator as her entourage hugged the walls around them. With a dispassionate expression on her face, The Imperial Rose treated her induction and initial arrival at AFW with such nonchalance it may as well be just another school day. While expecting some mild opposition, her success at AFW seemed to a be non-issue, her thoughts centered on the financial statistics displayed before her.

“Exquisite…….The prices of the shares are raising, just as I-AH!!” The sound of shouting so close to her startled Gwendolyn and caused her to slip a finger press and accidentally close a window on her tablet. Galled at having lost all her progress, Gwendolyn twisted her body sharply to the loud mouthed ruffian with her hands on her hips and the same expression of frustration Asuka was using.

“C-carry my own-Espèce d'incompÃtent!! WHO IN BLUE BLAZES DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME IN SUCH A FASHION!! What kind of bag lady are you any way to carelessly handle my precious luggage like that?!?! Does AFW make a habit of employing such lackadaisical and pitiful workers?!?!”

The surrounding entourage pressed their backs into into the walls of the elevators as the heated argument seemed to repel them in fear. Soon after the elevator doors would swing open, revealing their destination to be an extravagant penthouse suite that few other wrestlers had ever seen. A 7-foot fountain surrounded by stone cherubs and doves would be the first object in sight. The entire floor was fit for a queen, glass walls, high class paintings and statues, flora and fauna. The other elevators would open as well, a streamline of assorted workers marched forward and began redecorating the luxurious penthouse to Gwendolyns preferences, with Blue Hydrangea flowers and family portraits adorning the walls.

The somewhat calm and relaxed feeling that Asuka had had most of the day so far was completely gone, with the elevator doors close and the mass of people traveling up towards whatever floor that the strangers had decided to take the Red Falcon. Of course it was natural that she was somewhat upset at all this, though perhaps a bit of hot temper had gotten her slightly more worked up, and honestly it didn't get any better when she got shouted at by Gwendolyn who seemed to be so upset at the notion of carrying her own bags that Asuka couldn't help but simply grit her teeth and grind those pearly whites against each other.

With the people around them pressing themselves up against the elevator walls because of the heated and electric atmosphere inside the elevator, one that was almost certainly gonna set fire to the very air itself. Asuka simply got more and more pissed as she was still being mistaken for some kind of bag lady and even assumed to just be some low working AFW grunt! That was without a doubt the final straw for the Japanese girl, she would lash forward with her hand, with and extending index finger that would jab against Gwendolyn's chest in a rough manner, like a angry woman in an absolute scolding mode.

" Don't you dare call me Incompetent, you sausage curled hag! WHO IN THE NINE CIRCLES OF HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?! TREATING ME AS SOME COMMON BAG LADY?! HUH ?!" Asuka was literally fuming, her finger would jab against Gwendolyn's chest with each word, drilling in against the blond. " Your precious luggage means squat to me! You pompous pile of lard!" Asuka shouted out as her teal eyes dug into Gwendolyn's with a fiery gaze. " NOW!!! HOW ABOUT YOU APOLOGIZE!?" Asuka let out as she would move her face up real close towards Gwendolyn's, pressing her forehead roughly up against the blond rich girl's. " Before I make you!" Asuka would finish her rant off with a commanding sounding tone.

All the while, because of her anger and complete focus on Gwendolyn, she had failed to notice that the they had arrived up towards some special floor within the AFW complex. Though such a thing could be expected, as the fuming Asuka really didn't have eyes for anything but Gwendolyn and the apology that she was awaiting this new and unknown person to her.

The several terrified employees had long since emptied the combustible elevator by now, some of them having the foresight to pick up Asukas dropped luggage as they slowly slinked their way out of the uncomfortable situation. The sounds of their fierce quarrel echoed throughout the halls of the regal apartment causing a few heads to turn in their direction.

By now Gwendolynâ€s full attention was centralized on the uncouth individual who dared shower her with barbaric insult after insult, not giving an inch as the pair literally and figuratively butted heads. Gwendolyn had never been confronted in such a manner, almost at a loss for words as this auburn haired primitive simply refused to back down!!! Gnashing her perfect teeth with fireballs in her eyes, Asukas disrespectful attitude and pokes upon her delicate chest would prompt Gwendolyn to unleash a torrent of insults against the stranger.

“Why you reprehensible little-……Wait…..”Gwen would instantaneously stand up straight with her hands still on her waist, her enraged expression replaced with a quizzical look upon her face. “If youâ€re not a simple bell hop then who…..AH, You must be a fellow competitor!! This is so exciting!!", Gwen stated with a gleeful, almost child like cheerfulness that could be felt all around her as all that frustration had seemingly disappeared completely. "I had not expected to meet a coworker so soon!! However there really was no need to masquerade as a lowly AFW bag handler in order to gain an audience with me, and that attitude was quite uncalled for. Simply set up an appointment with my staff, though I believe the waiting list extends into next year I'm afraid...”

With a wide smile and her composure restored, she would daintily step outside the elevator before twirling in place to properly address her fan. Gwen will hand her tablet to a maid standing near her before bowinng gracefully while lifting her dress up by the sides with her leg bent behind her. “Allow me to formally introduce myself……Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt. The pleasure is yours, Iâ€m sure…”

With the heated atmosphere inside the elevator and the tension that was starting to be formed within the steel box, it seemed the wisest of choice for the servants to scurry out of it, before a storm came crashing right down upon them. With both of the beautiful young girls attention fully directed upon the other, it didn't seem as if any of them noticed too much about what was going on, or even that the elevator was now just containing the two of them.

The two girl's were insanely close to one another now, with Asuka pressing her forehead up against Gwendolyn's, a bit more had been pushed up against one another. The two girls impressive chests were currently battling for supremacy. Though that battle as well as the intense glare of Asuka soon eased up a bit. Upon Gwendolyn telling her to wait, just as she was in the middle of throwing back a few insults. With Gwendolyn's fierce face changing, it was difficult for Asuka to keep up her fierce and intense mode and it was soon replaced with a confused one when Gwendolyn when back into talking. The blond girl seemed gleeful and excited ? Asuka raised and eyebrow in utter confusion, even more so than she had been when the first bag had been dropped into her arms.

" M-masquerade...? " Asuka was able to let out in a quizzical tone of voice, as she watched Gwendolyn straighten up and start to daintily move away from her. The fact that even now the blond insisted to call The red falcon a bellhop or at least her appearance as such, caused her to twitch with anger again. Somewhat more so than before. Asuka wore expensive designer clothes, was regarded as an insanely beautiful model, and this annoying snob thought of her as some common grunt ? That was really the last straw.

The dark haired girl would take a deep breath and calmly step out of the elevator after Gwendolyn as she watched the aristocratic rich girl introduce herself in a most formal way. When she reached up to being with in arm distance to the blond, Asuka's right hand would move up to the left side of Gwendolyn's face. Where it would take a firm hold of Gwendolyns ear and instantly the Red Falcon would attempt to violently wring said ear, twisting the fleshy and skin and cartilage, as she would attempt to put a serious hurt upon the girl's ear and even proceed to try and drag the girl downwards by the hold of her hear, attempting to get Gwendolyn down onto her knees. " I said apologize, didn't I, Sausage curls." Asuka would say in a very sweet yet also dominant sounding voice. Of course the sweetness was mock of such, and not even a good faking of it either, as Asuka's voice was dripping with deep seated anger, that was simply pouring out of a fake smile that looked more evil and dark looking than her face had done when it was contorted in anger but a few seconds ago.

Years of proper etiquette training were on full display as Gwendolyn performed a motion perfect curtsy to greet her raven haired devotee. A formal line of maids and butlers were standing at attention behind Gwendolyn and bowed generously along with their Fair Lady in the greeting, breathing a sigh of relief as the situation had devolved back to the normalcy of elegance and poise. Lifting herself up after her graceful introduction, Gwen stood haughtily before her admirer whom she was confident would bestow her with proper accolades, her eyes closed as if her own grandeur shined so bright as if to blind even herself...

“WAAHH!!!!” With the subtlety of a record scratching, Gwenâ€s world would crash around her as she was yanked downward by her precious ear as her arms flailed cartoonishly at her sides, with a collective gasp overheard from the stunned entourage!! Several of these astonished employees would start to run to their ladyâ€s aid but would be halted by the head caretaker of Lady Gwendolyn, a prim and sharply dressed older fellow with a thick grey mustache. The tall and slender man, known as Winston, had his back to the staff and raised an arm to cease their advance, a slight smile on his face as he witnessed the colorful transaction unfolding between Lady Gwendolyn and her new friend.

The pain she was feeling from the twisting of her ear paralyzed poor Gwendolyn who hadnâ€t the foggiest idea what she had done to deserve this treatment!!! “Unhand me this instant you wretched-!!!” A fresh twist of her tortured ear quelled her oncoming rant, nearly bringing her to her knees and making her take notice of Asuka's truly terrifying visage and voice dripping with malice. True horror barely hidden by a thinly veiled smile......It seems as if her life depended on giving a more....humble, response this time around, swallowing her immense pride with her next statement.

“ItwouldappearinthisinstanceImayhaveoffendedyouinsomeindirectwayandifIhaveIdoapologize….ahaha...ha”,Gwendolyn would meekly declare in a hushed voice all in one breath. A cheerful grin would accompany her nervous laughter, her eyes closed to complete the forced chipper expression and so she wouldn't have to witness Asuka's terrifying expression. Her hands folded with her index fingers extended and tapping against each others, she still hadn't the faintest clue as to what she was apologizing for....

Asuka's attention was only fixed upon Gwendolyn right at this moment, for she was the target of the intense anger that the young Japanese girl felt, If there was gonna be any hope to her mood and for the young Kotori girl to not straight up try and start a brawl in this very penthouse, it was if the blond girl before her apologized. So far it seemed as if the situation was not going so well for anyone. Asuka's wanting need for an apology out of the aristocratic girl did not seem to be going so well. The dark haired girl could only focus on the very anger that she had at the moment, if not she might have commented or at least made a note that so far the first impression that she had gotten out of the attractive blond was that she seemed a bit on the dense side ? Or rather on the oblivious side.

With her hand having a firm grip on Gwendolyn's ear Asuka continued to wrench and pull on the oral receiver, Of course there was a reason that Asuka had chosen the ear as the specific target. It was usually sensitive, it was something you didn't want damage, but for something like just wringing the ear around it would rarely leave any type of mark, it was a little trick that the Red falcon had learned to use against pompous models or people who overly annoyed her without having to get into too much trouble.

As the dark haired girl's attention was completely fixed upon Gwendolyn, she didn't notice or care about the dealings going on behind them, she didn't care or pay attention to the maids and she didn't notice that someone had stopped them from running to the aid of their mistress. As Gwendolyn started to speak, well... the words she chose were poorly so and Asuka answered it with a twitch of her face and a fresh new twist of Gwendolyn' ear. Happily enough though, it seemed as if the blond girl soon enough gave a second response, a more humble one this time. If Asuka's focus hadn't been so intensely set on Gwendolyn she might not have caught all the words that the girl spoke out.

Now that Gwendolyn had given something that was somewhat akin to that of an apology in that quick hushed voice, Asuka would slowly move down a bit to have her face be on somewhat equal ground of Gwendolyn's and with it start to ease up on the twisting, now simply holding onto her ear as she kept up her fake smile. " Want to say that again, Sausage curls ?" Asuka asked with a similar tone of voice to before, although it was seemingly less malicious than before, not by very much....but still, it was progress. If Gwendolyn apologized in a humble and correct manner, then Asuka would let go of the girl's ear and let out a soft huff of air from her mouth.

This absolutely unwarranted assault completely perplexed the sapphire princess, who was at a loss for words as to why her admirer was torturing her like this. *Is she some type of crazed stalker?! Why isnâ€t anyone apprehending this harlot?!*

The indignity of her situation was not lost on the hapless heiress, being brought nearly to her knees by a mere twist of her ear…..well, more like a vice-like contortion of her dainty lobe. The demeaning position was akin to how you would discipline a child for misbehaving, the paralyzing pain occupying every immediate thought process. She had thought about fighting back, but that was quelled upon witnessing the overwhelmingly devilish ill will hidden in Asukaâ€s fabricated cheery disposition. The utter embarrassment of being so easily manhandled like this was an outrage that Gwendolyn would not soon forget, but vengeance was a dish best served cold , and her current predicament required her immediate attention as her mind raced to find a way to free herself of Asukaâ€s dominant control.

Breathing a sigh of relief as Asuka eased her grip, Gwendolyn gave a slight mumbled groan as the intruder dared to have her repeat what she thought was an exceptionally clear and concise apology. The absolute nerve of this woman to treat Gwendolyn in such a fashion!!! Gwen had every right to tell this maniacal fan off!!!......except for the small fact she was relatively at her mercy with her ear still having not yet been relinquished. Personal survival definitely took priority right now, her pride(not to mention her ear) having been damaged enough for once today.

“Mmm…Iâ€m…“, With a pouting face resembling that of a child doing something they were forced to, Gwen would raise her head to address Asuka directly, only for her to stop mid-sentence upon meeting her face to face. With a somewhat stunned expression and her feelings of humiliation briefly forgotten, Gwen had become slightly captivated by Asukas dazzling emerald colored pupils. She finally took notice of how Asuka was able to work a as model in the first place, with her mind now cleared of the haze that blinded her during their first frenzied exchange. Acknowledging her captivating complexion and smooth skin, Gwen could see she was a fool to mistake her for a bellhop in the first place. But there was something else about Asuka that caused her to raise an eyebrow as she was struck with an odd sense of DÃjà vu.

“….sorry but have we……met somewhere before”? Gwendolynâ€s reworded apology was reflected in her new inquisitive mindset, placing a thumb on Asuka chin as Gwen shifted to her left and right to fully examine Asuka oddly familiar visage. It was as if they had met somewhere before, Gwendolyn squinting her eyes until…

“AH!!! Now I remember!!! Tell me, have you ever done any modeling"?A light bulb would flash overhead as she recalled where she had seen this intruder before, an ear to ear grin accompanying the immense pride she felt at having remembered even more about her. “Youâ€re name is Asuka Kotori, isnâ€t it”?