Flowers and Fisticuffs

Kimiko's backside was up in the air, rocking shamelessly side to side as she struggled with Gwendolyn. This had been a pretty pleasant surprise to find the blond could fight pretty good. While she wasn't particularly fond of these sorts of holds getting in the way of slugging things out, she could respect just how tight her opponent's grip was to keep her locked in like this. There was no way this would keep someone like Kimiko down though, so she really hoped the other woman had something else in mind to keep things interesting.

"Oh… feeling out of it today? I could egh… come back another time when you are at 100%. Beating you if you aren't at full strength isn't really fair." Awkward wiggling and a good placement of hands seemed to suddenly be making some headway. Surely she was almost free. The brunette stumbled a step forward as the sudden jostle from Gwen's surprised start at having her rear shunted. It had been the only real thing that got their situation to shift at all, so she doubled down and gave her cheek a firm squeeze, pushing harder this next attempt to slip her head out.

Then suddenly she was free, head swimming in the aching aftereffects from the prolonged headlock. She was talking forward, bent too far that her weight threatened to drag her down. Instinctively she reached out to try and catch herself, but one arm had been grabbed and… "Urk!" Locked in, her boots franticly ran across the ring to keep from faceplanting, circling Gwendolyn as a pivot point as the applied arm wringer kept her anchored to the blond. No matter how fast she moved it couldn't fight gravity and she dropped to a knee to keep from eating the mat, wincing at the burn in her arm.

"You really like all this we-" With a strained since, Kimiko looked up to Gwendolyn, confused to see she was looking at her backside instead. The sudden addition to a heel to the side of her face had been more than enough to cut her off mid thought, rolling her eyes back and snapping her head away. Her other leg gave out as her arms fell slack at her side leaving her teetering on her knees before Gwendolyn. From side to side she gently rocked, the ring around her tilting at odd angles making the act of staying up a dizzying affair. Why even stay up at all? Lacking any real reasons... also because the floor suddenly felt very inviting she began falling forward and on her face with her butt in the air. From below the rookie let out a muffled. "Ow…"

To think that there would ever come a time when the snobbish bourgeois would be the one aspiring to silence the arrogant prattle within a match, rather than being the vainglorious braggadocio attempting to be silenced herself. One such similarity being more than enough which Gwen wished to share with the vapid brawler. Except she couldn't deny that a competitive fire was indeed being nurtured and lit flame by these antagonistic jousts for superiority. Although the posh socialite could by now surmise that this uncouth delivery-woman was as blissfully ignorant towards this unjustified arrogance as she was to...well, no doubt every other aspect of her pitifully mundane life. Therefore, the heiress saw it upon herself to administer a first-class education on Kimi's innate inferiority from a sublime instructor and dainty aristocrat who fancies herself a self-described expert on the matter. And by means of mule-kicking Kimiko right in her facials with a swift and thwacking flick back of her leg, Gwen attentively than began composing herself and regaining her dignified aura afterwards. Swiping off trace spittle from the side of her royal bosom, adjusting the lining of her outfit so it once again snapped around her posh rump after having been hiked up by Kimiko's frantic pawing...all with a prudish and stiff upper-lip as the roustabout behind her slumped to her knees and eventually into a face-plant.

"Hm? I beg your pardon, were you about to utter something woefully inaccurate once again?..." Gwendolyn enunciated whilst turning in place to stand tall before the hobbled rookie currently babbling incoherently into the canvas and taking her proper place of being on her knees in pitiable prostration. The golden-curled blueblood taking it upon herself to duly revel in such an opportunity by bringing up her barefoot to step up and grind into the back of Kimi's brunette head, at one point tilting her head to the side to allow a smushed compression on her cheeks between her twisting toes and the canvas below. "Delighted to see you're beginning to accept your proper place in the grande scheme of things~...It seems you do have the brain cells necessary to know when to grovel in humble servitude when in the presence of your superiors~...OHHOHOHO~..." Haughty derision and the most pampered of laughs echoed throughout the gymnasium and to the auditory enjoyment of only herself, before Gwen displaced her foot and fancifully waltzed beside Kimiko to deliver a thwomping kick to her upturned butt to have the delivery-woman become completely flattened out. She'd seat her dainty rump upon Kimiko's middle back and proceed to apply a camel clutch of her own lackadaisical variation. Her legs stretched out to the sides and the tugging back of the brawler's chin bringing the back of her head in soft contact with the heiress' breasts as she gleefully smirked and cupped her chin to become angled backward...

“Nnngh…” It was a lot of unpack what had just happened to her. Where she had come from, when people threw down the gauntlet, up came the hands and it was a very straightforward affair. Sure, there were those nimble flighty sorts of people who did a lot of dipping and dodging, but nothing quite like this. This was feeling like more of a dance than a fight… save for the getting thrown around and kicked in her head. Those parts were very much like a fight.

A firm heel rolling over the back of her head warranted a small groan, features mashed into the canvas of the training ring with a minimal amount of give. What felt like a momentary mercy was anything but as the blond blue blood turned her face over to mash her cheeks between her little piggies and the seemingly more forgiving ring. The humiliation that might have reddened someone else’s features with a hash blush were notably absent from Kimiko, as one narrowed inquisitive eye was honed on the foot solely on her face and wondering how sanitary this really was. She would need to ask about that later… right now, as she blinked unevenly, she thought getting up to fight might be the better choice. She was just waiting for the rest of her body to pick up the phone so she could notify it to get up.

Gwendoyln’s snappy kick was quick to press Kimiko’s perked posterior to the mat and further prostate the less than prestigious post-lady. Flattened fully with flapping lips as the last bit of air squeaked out of her fully deflating her body, the bruised brunette finally spoke up again, albeit a mumble. “...Shooting Star Shipments strives to serve each and every customer who entrust us with their most trusted items of interest.”

Upon taking her place atop her adversarial throne, Gwendolyn would find Kimiko to be suitably comfortable, a far softer woman while on the ground that her calloused ability to withstand punishment and throw out hard knuckles might let on. Likewise was the gentle reline of her head to be nestled up against the blue blood's bosom, leaving the brunette’s back arched to a harsh degree, her own chest puffed out into her taut top. The sound she made through the process was something more befitting of a creaky door than a human being, culminating in a more pronounced pained groan once her body had tensed to its natural limit. Her captor had some time to elbow her authority over the situation while her initial kick played havoc with the Japanese native’s faculties, but her screaming spine and choked breathes were proving to be rather good motivations for scrambling to action.

It started slow and ineffective. The squeaking of her boot heels on the mat, the pawing of the canvas with searching fingers as they blindly felt about for Gwendolyn behind her. But the longer she remained, there was more to the tension in her body than what was being inflicted upon her. Her kicks became more pronounced, heavy contacts that rumbled the ring. Where a more trained career wrestler might worry about thrashing in such a hold, she was proving to be ignorant to her own well being as much as she was to half of the events that circled around her.

With a low growl, she reached up and back, not trying to break apart the fingers so expertly laced under her chin, but clamp down on the wrists that bound them to the task of her destruction. Her fingers dug in deep like the jaws of a bear trap. With her arms tucked in close, she would start to forcefully pull Gwendolyn forward, using her shoulders to torque her own efforts, keeping her arms compact so they retained all their power. It wasn’t a secret technique of martial prowess that helped her, no, it was safe lifting and weight management techniques for the 3S video she watched as part of her safety in the workplace requirements.

She needed to pull them forward, just enough to shimmy her head free again… but one it was free, she would try to give those arms she held a hard yank forward to pull the blond in while returning her head to where the British blue blood had wanted it before, but this time swinging into her chest like a wrecking ball. There was something to be said about doing something the right way the first time here, as the brunette’s less than technical escape likely would have been impossible had the camel clutch been applied as it normally was.

The reckless deviancy with which Kimiko had earlier comported herself around the illustrious noble-born was all becoming revisited upon the vapid delivery-woman in a spectacle of such fulfilling karma~...Gwendolyn exquisitely relished in every single solitary second of such sublime catharsis. A lady of her unfathomable grace and prestige should not have to trek half a bloody mile through a puddle-laden parking lot as if she were some manner of unwashed plebeian slogging towards another day menial and back-breaking labor. Nor should such a lady have her pristinely prepared private quarters become invaded and undone by a vacuous roustabout devouring her finger foods with a level of ravenous consumption Gwendolyn had never quite seen before. All with the proverbial cherry atop this blasphemous sundae being that Kimiko was blissfully unaware as to whom she was egregiously offending.

Well~...should this auburn-haired miscreant still somehow fail to recall the illustrious identity of the golden-curled aristocrat who gracefully thrashed her this day, she would nevertheless assuredly remember the world-wobbling impact that came with being mule-kicked right to her unguarded face and all of it's stupefying ramifications. A scrappy fighter though this block-headed delivery woman may have been, her actual knowledge in the art of grappling interplay was woefully lacking. An exquisitely delightful development, and one in which Gwendolyn reveled in by molding the side of Kimiko's smushed facials against her pedicured digits. Kimi's worries could be assuaged from knowing that every facet of Gwen's heavenly figure was always immaculately cleansed. But the underside of everyone's foot always had some manner of natural musk assigned to it. Kimiko could perhaps ponder that fact in between having her detestable face ground into the canvas by the heiress' wiggling toes and roving ball of her foot.

Afterward, with a posh situating of her regal rump, Gwendolyn would take her proper place atop her sovereign seat of royalty and nonchalantly interlock one finger after another beneath Kimiko's chin for a camel clutch that could best be described as "easy-going". The haughty aristocrat's seated positioning being centered on the middle of her adversary's spine instead of her lower lumbar, and Gwen's legs were lazily extended outward instead of being typically bent at the the knees with neither of Kimiko's arms being hooked upon them either. These odd and questionable variations to the tried and true application twere all by design however, rather than any semblance of absent-minded remembrance of how to apply the famed submission.

The angled tension applied to Kimiko's harshly angled neck was as excruciating as ever, except now the spoiled blueblood could further relish in overhearing her adversary's anguished squealing due to their closeness as she torqued their head backward. Which evidently lead to the back of their head nudged betwixt the sublime softness of her robust bust from behind. Perhaps adding a twinge of distraction when it came to escaping the submission, but more likely instilling feelings of envious inferiority in regards to their own less than ample assets. Irregardless, Gwendolyn hummed elatedly with smug contentment once Kimiko began gutturally groaning her neck cranking misery, a bit of mirthful swaying taking place as a playful counter balance towards her foe's foot pounding and flailing hands. Bringing this abject dullard to a state of such pathetic helplessness was ever so delightful~...what's more it further demonstrated who woefully inept this imbecilic peasant was to even the most basic of wrestling techniques.

Unfortunately, the boorish deliver-woman began coming upon a solution to her predicament in a plan just as uncouth as herself by summoning her oxen strength to begin tugging downward on the heiress' wrists. Flinching with teeth gnashing resistance did little to detract this unwelcome show of strength, no matter how much Gwen strained her muscles in yanking backward. The heiress cared little for whatever plan this peon cobbled together and was confident in it's imminent failure, until this confidence was shaken with a quaking jiggle once Kimiko slammed her head into Gwen's breasts with a squished smack. Blank-eyed with her mouth agape in breathless anguish, the boob-shocked heiress would topple over a few times towards the ropes while hugging her swelled bosom tenderly. She'd stomp her barefoot multiple times into the canvas with eventually a mewled groan being voiced out as she reached over to snag the middle rope but glare spiteful daggers over towards the delivery-woman. "Are you...*pant*...that utterly incapable of wrestling NORMALLY?"

Under normal circumstances, Kimiko wasn’t the sort of person to really question where someone, including herself, found comfort. Plopped in bed after a long day, lounging on a cushy couch, or in the embrace of someone else, it was basically all the same to her. Gwendolyn wasn’t making very much of an effort to accommodate, not beyond the happenstance of pressing some of her more desirable features up against the struggling brunette. Perhaps that would have been enough to lull some into a state of submission, but not the delightfully dense delivery girl. This was a fight after all.

She felt no real shame in her unorthodox counter attack as she slammed the back of her head into her opponents bountiful bosom. Any doubts she may have had at the new technique were laid to rest the instant it had sent the blond blue blood toppling backwards and earned Kimiko her freedom. The brunette’s body flopped back to the mat, leaving her to croak out a amused laugh that such a move actually proved useful.

“Uuuhhnn…” Kimiko let out a low groan as she pushed herself up onto her knees, bringing her palms to rest on the small of her back. Gingerly her fingertips probed about trying to gauge just how bad the damage had been to her aching spine. Youch, that was smarts. She rotated her upper body slightly, testing just how badly the pain was going to effect her range of motion. It hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as taking a pipe to the back… She might have had some experience. Either way, getting stuck in a hold like that again wasn’t going to be good… also, it was boring. She wanted to throw punches, not get sat on.

The brunette’s ears wiggled and perked at the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice. Turning her head a bit too quickly to peer back she winced at the sudden sharp twinge of pain in her neck. It hard been a rather curious comment from the heiress, one that left Kimiko visibly dumbfounded as she scratched her cheek lightly. With a small wobble, the delivery girl rose back to her feet and turned to face her blond opponent.

“Not sure what that even means really… I am not breaking any rules am I? I don’t think I am.” Her eyes drifted to to the ceiling in a moment of ponderous thinking out loud. The brunette rolled her shoulders and twisted her body a bit in place, working out as many of the kinks from the previous submission attempt with no real rush to go on the offensive again just yet. “It almost sounds like you want me to just be like other people so I'm predictable or something. Any good fighter knows that you gotta be able to improvise though. Fighting is an everchanging landscape, ya’know? No real set way to get from start to finish, you just sorta find the way…”

“So…” Kimiko grinned from ear to ear, reaching back to rub at the nape of her neck with a small chuckle. “If you had been in my position, what would you have done? I figure I might as well get a pointer or two from a normal wrestler if people are going to be super judgemental about my style.” She lifted a foot, tapping the tip of her boots against the ring to adjust the fit, getting comfortable again.

What Gwendolyn would not have given for this reprehensible ignoramus to be an employee of hers...simply so the blueblood could experience the cathartic satisfaction of firing her on the spot with spiteful glee and personally leaving a boot imprint on Kimiko's rear end on her way out the door and on to the unemployment line. Justifiably vexed though she was from having her sparring match and venue for vengeance become incessantly upended by Kimiko's unorthodox chicanery, Gwendolyn concertedly attempted to regain her regal composure after being subjected to a specifically numbing soreness in her abundance bosom. Scoffing through muttered grumbles whilst on her knees as she readjusted the white top beneath her blue singlet until everything was snuggly fitting perfectly once again. Although her efforts were paused briefly upon overhearing what could have been construed as insightful and sage like advice from the dullard of a delivery-woman.

"Hmm...she may have a point, Madam Bettencourt. She hasn't technically done anything to break the rules that I could disqualify her for..." Gwen's assistant/referee logically remarked while extending a helping hand down towards her employer to help her back to her feet. One that was promptly shunned as the prudish aristocrat soldiered upward on her own strength by pushing off of her bent knee, than fluffing up her golden ringlets before making sure her cerulean ribbons were adjusted as well. "Oh, I see...well, if you truly have no issue with such a classless tactic, perhaps she could perpetrate the same maneuver upon yourself so that you may better comprehend mine own side of the argument." Gwendolyn casting a sideways glance in the referee's direction who promptly coughed into the top of her fist and timidly stepped aside, wisely knowing when to button her mouth while the heiress went about stepping up to the happy go lucky woman-child.

"Hmph...chaos and intuition rule your thought processes, do they? Well, while I can somewhat see the inherent merit relying on one's innate ingenuity...I'm afraid that tactics, cunning, strategy and a sublime physique are always the proven keys to grappling victory. Traits that I just so happened to have in spades~..." Gwendolyn elegantly imbued while snootily holding her head high with arms folded beneath her shapely chest proudly puffed out, before the heiress would lower her arms and assume a learned grappling stance. "Still, if you truly seek my tutelage with such erstwhile zeal and gusto, let us continue onward. And if you manage to ensnare me in that submission, I may show you firsthand how a lady of nobility properly eludes capture. Also, for the record, I take great offense towards being regarded as a normal wrestler...when I assure, you, I'm anything but." Gwen smirked to the sound of the referee playing a bell ringing noise on her cell phone again.

The carefree courier was perhaps taken the idea of sparring far too lightly. After all, why should she get super serious? This was just practice fighting, not a real bout… even if Gwendolyn didn't seem to be pulling any punches. Taking the time to cheerily chit-chat whilst making such egregious errors like taking her eyes off her opponent. It couldn't be helped though as she leaned backwards at an odd angle seeking and receiving the gratifying pop of her aching spine aligning itself properly. The brunette gave a satisfied with before straightening back up, good to go again.

"So… wait. Does that make you an abnormal wrestler?" That was the opposite of normal after all, right? Words weren't her strong suit, especially in english, but she was almost positive she was thinking of the right thing. "You haven't done anything particularly weird from other wrestling I have seen… do you have some special moves you are saving? Are you triple jointed or something and can pop your arms out of the sockets like some weirdo gumby lady? That would be pretty cool." It was easy to tell when her imagination began to run wild. Enthusiasm in her tone, a bright sparkle in her eyes… the idea of fighting a circus act seemingly far more enticing to her than ring royalty.

"I don't know anybody named  Erstwhild. Sorry. Also, question. If I "ensnare" you, wouldn't it be too late for you to "elude" me. Doesn't that mean dodge? You wouldn't be doing to good at being elusive if I gr-" The sudden chime of the digital bell perked her ears, instinctively straightening up at a state of alertness as if a familiar voice had called out her name in the distance. That sound meant it was okay for her to cut loose again! A wide grin played across her face as she took strides towards Gwen, rushing headlong towards the blond before suddenly stopping. Brow furrowed, lips pulling tight in solid contemplation as her eyes drifted down to the blond's long legs. Those were a problem.

Shuffling her feet, she took a half step forward and brought the other back, turning herself slightly to the side. Both her arm back up, shoulders loose as she held her palms open, ready to intercept incoming blows with a swat. It seemed that despite her lack of outward intelligence, she had learned at least a little bit in their earlier exchange. Her approach was slower, more thoughtful, as she circled in from the side Gwen had kicked her hardest from, intending to not let her build up momentum if she went for another rounding kick.

Intellectually stimulating...this was most decidedly not. The deadpanned glower upon Gwendolyn's visage was exacerbated with squinting eyes and her soft lips mushed to the side the more her dainty ears were sullied by the unfathomable ignorance being spewed forth by the childlike courier whose vapidness knows no bounds. Whatever manner of grappling competition was ensuing within the ring, the mental and psychological war typically waged between two wrestlers had long since been won...but for the life of her the heiress had no earthly idea as to who was reigning victorious. Kimiko showing scant reaction to the verbal barbs being levied against her, as if an impermeable barrier of slow-wittedness was surrounding Kimiko and shielding that naive spirit of hers.

The mere notion of cheapening her vernacular had indeed been a possibility bandied about within her golden-haired cranium for a few minutes now, but Gwendolyn reserved it as the absolute last resort when it came to conversing with this perplexing individual. Dumbing herself down, so to speak, seemed so offensively barbaric and simpleminded that the blue-blood was loathed to attempt it since it spat in the face of her high-minded and snobbish principles to always present oneself as being superior to the uncivilized peasantry. But how else was she meant to converse with this infuriatingly dense womanchild with an overactive imagination. Gwendolyn sighing in admitted defeat on this particular front for what she knew she'd deeply regret attempting before the day is through.

The sly glance cast in the referee's direction would become widened into saucers once she realized Kimiko had reacted to the clanging bell as if she were a thoroughbred stallion on the race track waiting for the gates to open. Gwendolyn balking but reacting swiftly enough to adapt a grappling posture right before Kimiko ceased her sprint at the last second. The irksome adaptation towards being focused on her kicks was reacted to with an irritated scoff before opting to approach with an interlocking of their arms in a typical collar and elbow tie-up. One of her hands snapped behind the neck of Kimiko with one of her legs intermittently positioned far behind her to solidify her stance as Gwendolyn levied her strength and control against Kimi's. Whom she was practically butting foreheads with eyes locked before she'd clear her throat...and utter with strained effort. "Nooot bad. You're an excep-...*ahem*...pretty good at this....stufffff."

It was a rare thing for Kimiko to take a ponderous approach to a fight. The blue blood blond though had given her much to think about in the most basic sense of cause and effect already. While taking a few hard knocks in the pursuit of learning by doing wasn't really something she normally cared about, it was impressed upon her by skimming through "How to Succeed in Business" books that giving a good impression on a customer was a universal truth to be followed. She couldn't have Gwendolyn thinking 3S Delivery was incapable of defending her precious packaged purchases from ne'er-do-wells after all.

Thankfully the arrogant aristocrat made the choice of opening non-negotiable as she stepped in to grapple. The brunette was more than happy to oblige especially after having survived the first encounter. She had come away with a better understanding of how she thought these engagements worked, even if they didn't play to her strengths. That was part of the fun of it though, working against type. A palm clapped on the inside of Gwendolyn's elbow while the other dropped heavily on the other woman's shoulder. It took a moment of circling as they reigned one another in for her to slip it behind the blond's neck for a proper tie up.

Kimiko met Gwendolyn's own stern gaze with a hardened one of her own… though it faltered and she sputtered a bit with a small laugh. "Thanks. Just be sure to leave five stars and a good review for me, okay?" The brunette flashed a wide doofy grin, breaking the tension of the moment even as both women jockeyed for position over the other. A passing idea to just… crack the two of their heads together had definitely come to mind. They were close enough that she could pretty much taste the other woman’s breath… huh. Maybe Gwendolyn got a good whiff of all that food she had eaten while she waited. Thinking about it again though was enough to let a small trickle of drool inch from the corner of her lips… it had been good.

Not now! They were busy! The change was a sudden snap from wistful daydreaming of food left uneaten to a frenzied aggression as the Brunette, pivoting on her held stance, giving Gwendolyn a hard jerk to the side to try and break her solid footing. Surging forward into her hopefully off balanced opponent, she slipped a hand down along the blond woman’s back while the other left her arm to tuck underneath it, trying to meet up with her other hand to lock fingers. With a heavy grunt, Kimiko threw her weight back, attempting to heft her opponent up off the mat and hurl her clear over her head towards the corner of the sparring ring with one big burst of power.

Whomever inevitably reigned supreme within this squared circle, although Gwendolyn's confidence remained assured in regards to her dainty wrist being raised after the match's apex, the heiress could not help but feel that she suffered a moralistic defeat upon locking horns with the dimwitted delivery-woman. Each and every attempt to intellectually aggravate and antagonize the vapid courier culminating in mirthful joviality on Kimiko's behalf and forehead slapping irritation on Gwendolyn's. The monolithic wall that was this woman's naivety truly seemed impregnable in spite of Gwen's verbose vernacular, compelling the heiress to debase herself and go against every natural inclination she'd ever known by simplifying her vocabulary to the level that anyone could comprehend her. Although even then she was hesitant to believe that Kimiko would finally be capable of conversing with her.

As to why Gwendolyn's first attempt at a dumbed down discourse was an oddly-worded compliment...Gwendolyn, couldn't quite ascertain at the moment. Perhaps it was a side-effect of attempting such a toned down rhetoric for the first time, or the mere fact that she was gawking straight ahead into Kimiko's wide-eyed innocence and wholesome smile that caused the prim noblewoman's hesitation and had her refrain from spitefully delivering more condescending barbs. Regardless, Gwendolyn made an internal note to make a more earnest attempt during her next opportunity. For now her efforts were centered entirely upon stabilizing her footwork and vying for a dominant positioning in the lock-up that practically had them butting foreheads and tipping noses. Practically breathing into eachother's mouth and reigniting Gwen's indignation from whiffing the humid remnants of the heiress' devoured luncheon.

"...Tch...Do remember that this spar is a part of your overall evaluation, and you haven't quite earned a rating that transe-...erm, impressive." Gwendolyn uttered under a strained voice when the smug blueblood was abruptly unbalanced by Kimiko's wrenched yank to the side, crossing her legs up and subsequently having her adversary's hands interlocked behind her back. Her hazel eyes widening with one arm extending stiffly over Kimi's shoulder and regrettably foreshadowed herself being outright catapulted overhead with a high-pitched yelp and splashdown upon her back. The strength fueled fling and it's residual velocity having the posh socialite spring up to a seated position before beginning to sheepishly start crawling with a sway to her backside towards the corner turnbuckle she'd been hurled towards in the beginning. An irritated grimace on her visage as she started climbing the adjoining ropes in the corner one at a time.