Alaina Sanders vs. Misaki 'Maiden' Sakurazaki - Know Your Place

The moment Maiden kicked out, she realized that, even though she stood by her decision to resist, it was something she was going to be feeling for a while. It would be a week or two before she recovered enough from this beating to be viable again.

If she had any doubts on that front, they were quickly erased when she opened her eyes and saw Alaina descending from on high with her elbow cocked and ready.

Frankly, she wished she’d have kept her eyes closed.

The blow landed in her chest, and it felt as if a lance had been shoved clean through her. Maiden’s body jackknifed, then went into frantic spasms, kicking about and rolling away as cried out in pure anguish. The worse part was that she only had herself to blame from this part on.

Alaina saw the damage done by the elbow drop and heard the cheer of the crowd. Perhaps it was time to showcase some of Julia's teaching and influence. Alaina held a fist up, running to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing. She reached the top and turned, holding her arms out as the crowd cheered even louder! A moment later she faced away from the ring and jumped up into the air as high as she could, calling back towards the maiden as the amazon flew... attempting to land a moonsault and pin on the smaller woman!

Maiden would’ve loved to move as Alaina set up for her final move. She would’ve loved to fight back, to counter, to just roll out of the way in time to avoid her impending doom.

But she couldn’t. Her body was spent to the point where it simply refused to do anything she commanded it to. Which meant she had to lay there and wait as Alaina went up, flipped back for her moonsault and-

The Amazon crashed down on Maiden, squashing her into the mat, and all she could do was flop about lifelessly under her muscular bulk. If she’d had any fight left, that would’ve end it without a question.

Alaina stayed atop Misaki laying her muscular body across her chest. Alaina propped herself up, winked at the crowd and blew a kiss as she flexed an arm while pinning the maiden.

"Put the rich snobs lacks out of her misery ref, count it!" Alaina called out, still flexing, still smiling.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Alaina wanted to send a message to Gwen and if this didn't do the trick she didn't know own what would.

”Three!”

There wasn’t ever any real question of whether or not Maiden would lose at this moment - she had the heart to escape, but the body was far from willing. If anything, the count was a formality.

The only question was what would be left of Alaina when she got of the maid, and the answer was a broken, beaten, shell of a woman, twitching and hurting on the floor, unable to do much more than groan and spasm.

Alaina got up and held her arms high looking up at the ramp. As the referee kept an arm raised the crowd cheered with approval. Alaina was far from done though.

The amazon wanted a mic. "Come on Gwenniecakes, why send a maid to do an aristocrats work? Granted, you won't look any different by the time I am done with you.... so stop running away from me." Alaina added coldly, dropping the mic and stared up at the top of the ramp wondering if Gwendolyn would actually respond or not.

No sooner was Alaina's triumph garnering victorious ravings from the dim-witted masses, than there proverbial bubble would be swiftly popped by the monarchical and dreaded theme of the Primol heiress herself. Gwendolyn than striding out from behind the curtains in her luxurious blue and white dress suit ensemble and an infinitely less cordial glower on her face. The heiress ceasing her forward momentum just before the incline of the ramp, her arms folded and a mic clasped tightly in her right hand. Gwen studiously examined the confines of the ring and the battered, thrashed, and downright clobbered remnants of her newly acquired maid. The ittiratated pout on her face perking up after Gwen took one extensive breath, a wholesome smile now being projected as her imposing theme petered off to allow the echoing boos to take it's place.

"Allow me...as your treasured and esteemed lady of divine nobility, to masterfully paint the portrait, in no broad-strokes, of what just transpired here this day~..." Gwen elegantly spoke while beginning to pace left and right atop the ramp while she continued onward.

"There I was...Conversing with fellow captains of industry in the palatial and lavish confines of the AFW executive lounge, basking in the wealth and opulence of my surroundings with a glass of bubbling Chateau Montrose tickling my taste buds~...when the dutiful servant at my side, humbly requests to be excused. Simply so she can, in her own words...Attend to some minor, trivial matter that is beneath my time and unworthy of your attention~..." Gwen stopped her pacing to return her attention back to the squared circle, continuing to speak with refined elegance.

"So...imagine my unmitigated surprise, when I just so happen to come across my stalwart handmaiden being unjustly set upon by a bygone relic from my past. An aimless, dethroned, pitiful, and wholly insignificant relic desperately attempting to reclaim a smidgen of her former glory by daring to lay waste to my latest acquisition. Now...in my boundless generosity and ceaseless benevolence, have seen fit to forgive my sweet, misguided appropriation for her imprudent actions this day. Such is the level of divine forgiveness I impart towards those who swear unyielding fealty to their tender-hearted and regal sovereign~..." As Gwen spoke, swarms of Primol employees dressed in blue/white track suits jogged towards the ring. They encircled Maiden and applied first aid until they felt she was cognizant enough to leave the ring, than guiding her away with her arms wrapped around a few of their shoulders as they escorted the battered maid through the crevice between the ramp and the barricade.

"But...such insolence towards those I have taken under the warm embrace of my affluent wing, simply cannot, be tolerated. Therefore...Congratulations, Alaina Sanders. You now have my attention...and you have your rematch. If I must, I will repeat history, and impart upon you the exact...same...lesson...I did last time. Toodles~..." Gwen responded with a chipper tune to booming cheers from hearing their rematch be finalized. Gwen than taking some backpedaling steps before turning around and exiting the ramp...

Alaina grinned and nodded as Gwen spoke. She could say all that she wanted all that was important to Alaina was that bit at the end. With a smile she brought to her mic up with a simple message.

"See you in the ring."