War Of The Roses - Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt vs. Alice Rose

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Thoroughly engrossed within the beautification process that transpires before all of her matches, a certain snooty imperialist peacefully lounged back in her chair and in a serene state of mind that was in direct contrast with the frenetic buzz of duty-bound employees attending to their noble benefactor's every whim. Be they trimming her fingernails, spritzing her with perfume, or making doubly sure that her immaculate golden ringlets had been properly fluffed up and attended to. Contract negotiations amidst herself and executives boards across both companies lasting weeks with signatures not signed across dotted lines until her ludicrous demands were met or were at least adhered to enough for her satisfaction. Aforementioned shakeups amongst wrestling rosters continued quaking the very foundation of the wrestling landscape with one specific exquisite individual surmised to be an AFW lifer, stepping her dainty toes within uncharted territory in an acquisition signing previously relegated to pipe dreams and fantasy bookings.

Upon performing her last few leg stretches once adorned in her wrestling attire, the posh socialite exited the executive suite refurbished to her exact specifications including the absence of media personnel. Whom she deemed unfit to be within her presence and essentially banned from this section of the arena. Accompanied by her typical cadre of track-suited attendants and an aura of supreme confidence that she carried with her all the way towards the gorilla position where her obnoxiously elegant theme had started irritating the senses of all those within earshot. Swiftly earning the visceral disdain of the vast majority of the audience before she even stepped through the curtains. Upon doing so showcasing her blue and gold outfit that complimented every supple curvature, her queenly cadence exemplified with her smug smirk and her royal blue cape flowing behind her as her steadfast entourage served as the human barrier between herself and the gawking commoners to her sides.

Overture

Denial becoming disbelief amongst the audience and world at large once this individual ultimately stepped through the ropes widened by her attendants. All of whom bearing witness to the sight of Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt now officially within a L.A.W. wrestling ring. Arms extended to the side as she basked in the booing scorn of the gobsmacked LAW faithful still coming to grips with what they were witnessing as Gwendolyn was offered a microphone from an attendant. "...*giggle*...Quite the year we're having in the world of wrestling, aren't we? Allow me to assuage your pitiable intellects fruitlessly attempting to comprehend what is transpiring before your beleaguered eyes~...It is indeed I, Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, awash in incandescent perfection and refined nobility. Now offering to perform my dutiful obligation of noblesse oblige for an audience craving for an escape from the dreary and pitiable drudgery of their daily lives by bearing witness to true nobility. Providing the peasantry a summit to which you may deign to reach, but will invariably fail pitifully to attain~..."

Vehement booing continuing to reign down from every facet of the arena, Gwendolyn's haughty smirk undaunted as she reveled in their contempt for her noble superiority. "...SO, with all that being saaaaaid~...Whatsay we forgo any further dillydallying, and commence with what I surmise to be an utterly delightful foray into a wrestling federation eager to witness actual championship level competitors. Of which I am One And Only, no substitutions accepted." Gwendolyn concluded her address with her attendants disrobing her and offering her microphone to them, attention drawn to the top of the ramp.

Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

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Alice was doing some arm stretches and warming up in the locker room. She had a giant chip on her shoulder. She has only won one match ever since debuting in LAW and it was in a dark match. It felt like she had the entire world as this top independent prospect was going to show everyone why scouts had her as the next future ace of professional wrestling. She'd replay her top independent league highlights, submitting wrestlers, surprising bigger opponents with her speed, and making her master proud. But those pleasant memories would turn into nightmares as those highlight reels would burn right in front of her and instead would be replaced by her lowlights from LAW. Videos titled "ALICE ROSE TOP 10 JOBBER MOMENTS", "ALICE ROSE? THE RISE AND FALL OF AN ACE TURNED BUST?", and other similar ones.

Losing to Momoi in a double team involving her using her own estranged mother's ultimate submission against her while her brother would trap her in a banana split. Being dominated by a Ryona wrestler. All the times she was stretched in 100 different ways by an idol wrestler Barbara, an idol wrestler. Even moments of having a girl that looked like a mere child using her own move against her. This prompted Alice to punch the bench she was sitting on. She was in a slump. An embarrassing one at that. She knew that she had to get a win quick or risk either being released by the company or have her legacy known as a jobber or as the biggest "What If?" She knew that she had to do this while keeping her crusade of bring respect back to female wrestling. She was going to use this motivation and bring it to LAW's newest signee.

As the music starts playing, Alice would notice Gwendolyn. She respected her wrestling ability. She was known as one of the biggest names from the other company. But one thing Alice never liked about her was her disrespect and her attitude. The way she would demean her opponents. Using tactics like Her Majesty or using her guards. She hated wrestlers like that. She dresses like a queen but has the attitude of a jester. At least in her eyes. She knew that she wanted to wipe that attitude off her face and play spoiler to her debut.

Theme Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI8E20ZUE4

Appearance

Alice would walk towards the ring, staring at the opponent, ignoring the audience despite them cheering for this underdog because she was laser focused on Gwendolyn. She would enter the ring as she eyes her opponent. "Welcome to LAW, Gwendolyn Dupon Bettencourt. Listen, I know you're one of the great wrestlers that made the jump. I can respect some of your technical ability, but why result to talking down to your opponent like peasants? Why treat them like garbage? You sit on them like chairs? You think you're dressed like a wrestler, but it looks like you're dressed up for a photoshoot with that get up and that hair. If you were desperate for attention, you like many other people that want it can go to OnlyFans and leave professional wrestling to the wrestlers that want to wrestle! I'm sure there will be desperate simps that would pay you more to sit on them and give you the attention you desperately want!" The crowd would cheer despite Alice's record because many of them didn't like Gwendolyn's attitude, but some of the purists also felt like Gwendolyn was an outsider and wanted a homegrown LAW wrestler to defend their honor.

Despite Gwendolyn towering over her, Alice would still walk up to her while saying all this. "Things may have not been going well for me lately record wise, but I'm not going to let you come over and sit all over me like all the other people you've faced in the past! You're actually one of my dream opponents so you're going to see my at my best! I can't wait to make you submit and shut you up!" Alice may have bit off more than she could chew as Gwendolyn has a huge gap of wrestling experience over her, but she knew she had to stay confident especially with the crowd on her side. No matter how Gwendolyn would retort, once the bell rings, Alice would already plan to use her speed to surprise her with a quick high kick towards her face assuming she doesn't counter it into something that'll spell trouble for Alice! She hasn't watched any recent Gwendolyn matches in a while, so she's not sure how much has changed in her style!

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Trainers and consultants amongst Gwendolyn's employ who were willing to test the thresholds of their job security, did indeed advise her against traversing elsewhere and bestowing LAW the privilege of her mere presence. Having one's win/loss record reset and essentially reestablishing oneself entirely by enlisting within another wrestling organization, even of proportionate significance, can be interpreted as a downgrade in one's preeminence and booking status. Laborious and painstaking was the road taken for any wrestler willingly attempting to tread down this path with a rarefied scant few even succeeding in achieving the same exalted levels of transcendent fame and distinguished glory across multiple federations. Gwendolyn's curt retort towards her trainers concerns simply being that they've effectively answered their own questions, saying nothing more and leaving them with befuddled confusion on their faces.

Twere nothing gained in the world of venture capitalism without the bold audaciousness needed to challenge oneself beyond preconceived notions of rationality...as it was in the world of grappling interplay, as well. Curiouser still she remained as her inaugural adversary made their entrance with vehement intensity homed in on the affluent heiress as if there already were some manner of vendetta between them. Studious perplexity overtaking Gwendolyn's posture with one of her elbow's propped atop the palm of her other hand and index finger contemplatively tapping the side of her lips all throughout the entirety of Alice's impassioned and defamatory haranguing of the heiress. Gwen remained seemingly unmoved by her adversary's slanderous comments, although she would indeed physically move her head to the side to deftly dodge Alice's high kick and snatch it by her ankle so Alice's foot was now situated on Gwen's shoulder.

"Hmm...Ah, you must excuse my lacking in conversational witticisms at the present moment. You have me somewhat at a loss for words. Rarely do I find myself swathed in professional courtesy and glorifying admiration, and within the same breath, become deluged in abject disrespect and insolent audacity. Perhaps LAW has a more colorful cast of characters than I initially offered them credit for~..." Gwendolyn elegantly uttered with a flowing flourish of her golden ringlets as she wafted her other hand through them, smirking primly with composed regality as Alice was left to comically balance herself single-leggedly. "Still, do not mistake my serene composure for blasé indifference. Consider my buttons thoroughly pressed. Allow me to demonstrate precisely why I deem myself superior to you pitiable plebeians firsthand." Gwen afterward tackling Alice to the canvas, one arm still hooked over her ankle but now with Gwen's legs snatched around Alice's other leg in a Banana Split submission.

[AliceBun]

Alice heard and seen enough with Gwen. As much as she was a fangirl sharing the same ring as her, she still had a huge chip on her shoulder and she knew that if she was able to get a win over one of LAW’s biggest acquisitions, it would shoot her straight to the top of the rankings and possibly even straight shoot her into a title opportunity.

With Gwen recently joining, Alice was hoping that Gwen still had some ring rust and wouldn’t be the quick and technical fighter she once saw in the past. Alice, who was still relatively young still had the energy and speed that she’d immediately use once the bell rings. When those bells rung three times, Alice would immediately start dashing towards the aristocrat, who seemingly was still pondering her thoughts. Alice would immediately go for a high kick, hoping to catch Gwen off guard and knock her in a daze only to miss as Gwen would move her head to the side and effortlessly catch her ankle with her hand!

The crowd was going wild! They didn’t expect such an effortless counter from Gwen! Alice was shocked “H-how did you dodge that!?” screamed Alice as Gwen would respond back with her colorful language, stating how she shouldn’t misconstrue Gwen’s composure as indifference. Pissing her off, Alice would find herself suddenly tackled to the ground!

While having her ankle still held on, Gwen would somehow maneuver heselfr elegantly underneath and around Alice by wrapping her legs around one of Alice’s legs while holding on to her other leg and grasping her arms around it to lock her legs and spread them apart in a painful Banana Split! Alice was trapped in the center of the ring!

Banana Split

It seemed like Alice wasn’t the only one doing her homework as Gwen scouted that Alice’s modesty and lack of flexibility were her weakness! With this move, it addresses both as Alice was screaming in pain! “Ugh.. why you.. You never done this before! Not even in your mixed matches! Stop it!” screamed Alice as she was trying to cover her crotch while trying to close her own legs to reduce the spread! The crowd was going wild as this would be the first time Gwen would utilize the Banana Splits! Alice would scream in pain as she’d attempt to wiggle out and desperately try to escape before it gets worse!

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Being the Corporate Princess that various executives underneath her employ covertly and affectionately titled her as, Gwendolyn is all too accustomed with the residual aftereffects of mergers and acquisitions. Certain consequential outcomes are all but certain. Such as change-ups to the status quo, anxiety cropping up amongst the weak-willed in fear of their cherished position in the company becoming threatened, and those of a more ambitious nature will invariably seek to capitalize upon the opportunistic situation. Tenaciously seeking to ascend the corporate ladder and secure loftier heights by outperforming others also vying for newly opened positions upon the mountain top. Gwendolyn recognizing this industrious intent within Alice earlier on, evidently aspiring to thwart the Imperial Rose's illustrious debut with an unparalleled shock victory which would assuredly set the wrestling world and twitterverse ablaze with all manner of attention-grabbing headlines...

...Gwendolyn acutely pondering just how Alice's plan was progressing, what with her overly ambitious foe's leg saddled upon the heiress' shoulder and Alice being compelled to balance herself on one wobbling leg. The Royal Servant made to appear as an absolute non-threat to the smug socialite who continued her sophisticated discussion as if the attempted strike had never even taken place. Alice's fervent offense countered into vulnerable defenselessness with but an effortless dodge on Gwendolyn's part. In spite of all of the heightened publicity and hyped-up anticipation surrounding her cross federation appearance, Gwendolyn had not in fact, allowed herself to become rusty. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact. The sophisticate's training regimen had become amplified in preparation for this impending endeavor of hers. A slight miscalculation on Alice's part, and one she perhaps continued to lament as Gwendolyn locked in a submission yet unseen from her.

"Oh ho? How intriguing~...I query as to how one could become so knowledgeable of mine own prestigious wrestling career if they were not an ardently passionate fan of mine? T'would certainly explain your fawning admiration and consideration of me as your dream match, hmm?~..." Gwen snobbishly uttered with a smug smirk, offering little indication that her adversary's suffering bothered her in the slightest as Alice struggled to straighten her legs and shield her shame with both hands. "You are indeed correct, however. In preparation for this endeavor, I've taken it upon myself to venture outside my comfort zone and expand upon mine own masterful moveset. Such as..." Cutting herself mid-gloating, Gwendolyn would hook her arm behind Alice's knee while shimmying herself besides her foe. The heiress locking her arms together around Alice's neck and legs still tightened around the servant's thigh. Embracing her on the canvas with Alice's free leg hooked into the air in the tortuous Banana Split modification.

[AliceBun]

Despite the excruciating pain shooting through her body, Alice's determination burned fiercely within her. Realizing that her flexibility wouldn't aid her escape, she shifted her focus to strength and leverage. With a primal roar of effort, she gathered her remaining energy and attempted to power her way out of Gwendolyn's Banana Split! "I should've known that you learned new tricks!" screamed Alice as the crowd was raucous.

Straining every muscle, Alice pushed against the canvas, attempting to create enough momentum to break free. Her face contorted with a mix of frustration and humiliation, knowing that her escape attempt might be in vain. "Come on, Alice, you can do this! Fight back! If Asuka can beat her... I can too." she gritted through clenched teeth, her voice laced with a determined yet vulnerable tone.

However, Gwendolyn, a master strategist, was prepared for such resistance. Sensing Alice's struggling, she adjusted her hold, maintaining her grip and preventing Alice from achieving her desired freedom. The aristocratic wrestler's eyes glinted with a mix of superiority and amusement, relishing the opportunity to further assert her dominance.

Alice's desperate attempt to escape had left her exposed, inadvertently granting Gwendolyn an opening to exploit in the next turn. The frustration and humiliation began to weigh heavily on Alice's spirit as she contemplated her next move.

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Keeping an accurate tally of the nigh incalculable number of exquisite character traits Gwen possesses can indeed be a taxing dilemma. Why Gwendolyn herself sometimes feels simply overwhelmed by the sheer abundance of dignified talents and superior skills she retains at her beck and call~...The burden she bears in regards to managing these limitless talents can indeed become quite the toll for the dainty dignitary. But one in particular she utilizes most often when in the squared circle is her penchant for improvisation whenever adversaries begin circumventing her divine plans and strategies. Gwendolyn offering Alice tepid kudos for valiantly struggling against the dire hopelessness of her situation, considering her fruitlessly pathetic resistance a humorous divertissement all throughout the submissions application.

"Incorrect this time, I'm afraid. What you should have known was the futility incumbent with challenging me in the first place~... " Gwendolyn pompously articulated with Alice's legs being stretched to their strained limitations. Ogling audience members appreciating the split-legged viewpoint of Alice struggling within the Banana Split, but it was a secured position that Gwen nevertheless abruptly abandoned of her own volition. Seemingly a show of mercy that would in actuality become anything but as the smug socialite started snaking her behind Alice's neck and intertwining Gwen's other leg with hers. The grounded and elaborate application of an Octopus Stretch being cinched in once the heiress snatched onto her foe's wrists, Gwendolyn lackadaisically laying back as the submission did it's magic and a prim smile for the cameras all throughout.

[AliceBun]

Alice's body contorted and strained within Gwendolyn's sadistic submission hold, a twisted variation of her own Noble Fantasy, which was a standing octopus stretch. Fear gripped her as the unfamiliarity of Gwendolyn's technique sent shivers down her spine. She had never witnessed Gwendolyn perform such a move before, and the element of surprise intensified Alice's trepidation.

Pain radiated through every fiber of her being, threatening to break her resolve. Doubt crept into her thoughts as she questioned her own abilities. The once-revered talent in the independents was on a major losing streak, and Gwendolyn's ruthless tactics added insult to injury.

"This... This can't be happening. H-how do you even know this!? What has happened since we last saw you? You changed your moveset..." Alice gasped, her voice trembling with shock. The excruciating pressure and the humiliation of being trapped in this compromising position overwhelmed her. The confidence she once had wavered, replaced by a deep sense of vulnerability. Her breath labored and body trembling, Alice attempted to muster the strength to escape. With her arms immobilized and one leg entangled with Gwendolyn's, her options were limited. She could feel her free leg twitching, a desperate attempt to find any leverage she could use to break free.

But Gwendolyn's grip was unyielding, her expertise evident as she maintained control over Alice's every movement. Every attempt to use her free leg as a weapon only played into Gwendolyn's hands, leaving Alice vulnerable to further torment. The realization struck her that struggling further might only worsen her predicament.

As the crowd watched in a mix of anticipation and concern, Alice's body weakened, her spirit battered and on the verge of breaking. The once-unshakable resolve that had defined her began to crumble, overshadowed by the weight of Gwendolyn's dominance. "Why... Why would you stoop so low, Gwendolyn? First the Banana Splits... now this!? I admired you! How did you even know I wasn't flexible.. or hate moves like this!?" Alice managed to choke out, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and disappointment as she felt Gwen's leg over her mouth. Did she watch her matches too? Alice's crusade against female wrestlers with poor attitudes, humiliating moves, and revealing outfits all led to Alice losing in humiliating ways. The shock of Gwendolyn's actions eroded her confidence, leaving her vulnerable and unsure of her own abilities.

In that moment of suffering, doubt consumed Alice's thoughts. The confidence she had once exuded waned, replaced by a sense of helplessness. She became acutely aware of the uphill battle she faced, questioning whether she could reclaim her former glory in the face of such relentless adversity. Alice would try to reach for the ropes but it was a long way away.

With each passing second, Alice's struggles became feeble, her body growing weaker as the strain of the hold took its toll. Her limbs were entangled and she was dead center in the ring. She could feel her body twisted up like a pretzel, her muscles screaming in protest. She was exposed to the crowd. The pain threatened to overwhelm her, and the realization sinking in that escape seemed increasingly unlikely. Alice would try to push Gwendolyn’s leg that was hooked around her head away. Alice would try to swing her free leg that wasn’t entwined in hopes that it would budge her positioning, hit Gwen in the face, or even step on her hair, which would come at a high-risk high reward as it would either be her potential way out or it would be another opening for the aristocrat to exploit.

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Questions abounded within Gwendolyn as to how this delusional plebeian deemed herself worthy enough to speak in so callous a tone within her refined presence. Apparently seeing fit to criticize and deride a noble highborn such as herself for numerous egregious actions and perceived slights against the honorbound practice of grappling interplay, up to and including everything from her choice of wardrobe to lauding her superiority over fallen adversaries. Accompanied alongside Alice's supposed fandom and admiration for Gwendolyn's wrestling abilities and having achieved no shortage of meritorious accolades within her wrestling career, including becoming a multi-titled champion. Seemingly glossing over the fact that Gwendolyn would never have achieved these exalted accomplishments without each and every characteristic mentioned above, including the ones in which this insolent whelp decried her for. Peak irony though Gwendolyn found this entire fallacy being, she found it only made humbling this feeble pinkette all the more satisfying in the end.

"Come now~...Even a daft and delusional paper tiger like yourself can understand the concept of perpetual self-betterment. Learning new techniques, expanding one's repertoire. Stagnation invites damnation, a phrase applicable in the business world alongside a wrestling capacity, wouldn't you agree?~..." Gwendolyn asked down towards her writhing adversary, noticing Alice becoming less resistant within the grounded octopus stretch submission and her flexed muscles gradually succumbing into feeble compliance. Pathetically shimmying around the ring with the smug aristocrat shifting right alongside her, anchoring her down to the middle of the canvas with the back of Gwen's calf muscles nudged right up against the side of Alice's groaning facials. Ultimately aimless and ineffectual squirming that showcased how lost she was within the heiress' labyrinthine clutches, with the audience certainly enjoying this entangled showcase and sheer artistry involved with the prestigious noblewoman perfectly intertwining them together with one newfound submission after another.

"To be perfectly candid, I knew naught of your proclivities involving techniques such as there. Well, until you so gratefully informed me just now, anyway. Quite the insightful tidbit of information that I'll be making extensive use of, I assure you. Ohhhh, but are you so pitifully inept as to be incapable of overcoming maneuvers outside my usual repertoire? Very well than, allow be to bestow upon you the honor of accepting a cherished favorite of mine~..." Gwendolyn pontificated once Alice's thrashing became irksome, afterward unlatching the submission but scooting back to instead ensnare her foe's head within her creamy thighs in a figure four headscissors. Siphoned strength directed towards her sublime legs, but only squeezing for several seconds before twisting them around with Gwen's hands planted onto the canvas. Alice's Obedience Training commencing with numerous thrusts smashing her head into the ring floor, the heiress' supple backside wiggling with each smash before pivoting back into a seated position. Flicking her hair back with a smug smirk and submission still applied...

[AliceBun]

In response to Gwendolyn's taunts and her transition to another submission hold, Alice's frustration and determination continued to simmer. She refused to let her opponent's arrogance break her spirit completely, even though the pain was becoming increasingly unbearable. Gwendolyn's words stung, but Alice clung to her own vision of professional wrestling, one rooted in honor and respect.

With her head trapped between Gwendolyn's thighs, Alice felt the pressure building, but she refused to give in to despair. She was a fighter, and she was not about to let Gwendolyn's relentless attacks and mind games crush her spirit.

Alice's muffled voice emerged from the confines of the headscissors, her determination evident despite the pain. "You may have your titles and your arrogance, Gwendolyn, but I have something more powerful—my unwavering resolve! I don't know what I saw in you back then... Maybe it's the confidence that you brought that empowered me that made me blind to how you really are. I won't let you tarnish the reputation of this sport any longer with these humiliating and degrading holds!" Alice's eyes burned with determination as she struggled to find a way out. Unfortunately, she would continuously get slammed to the mat as Gwendolyn would thrust her hips to the mat in a degrading way in the Obedience Training.

Despite the throbbing pain in her head and the relentless pressure, Alice wouldn't relent. She'd use her remaining strength to reach out for the ropes, inch by inch, knowing that she needed to break this hold to stay in the fight. Her fingers stretched toward the ropes, and she summoned all her willpower to push through the excruciating pain, but at the same time she was in the center of the ring and the ropes felt miles away. She would try to pry Gwendolyn's legs off of her head, but she started to understand why she had the success that she'd had so far. "Ugh, your legs..." Alice muttered as Gwendolyn flipped back into a seated position, forcing Alice on her back while maintaining the hold. Alice would have labored breaths as she looked up to the arena lights trying to think of anything to escape.

The crowd's cheers and encouragement echoed in her ears, giving her the strength to keep going. Alice's face contorted with effort, her movements slow and deliberate. With every ounce of her being, she fought against Gwendolyn's cruel submission, refusing to let her opponent have the satisfaction of an easy victory.