Lilliana was bored at this point. She and her tag partner Sandy White were on quite the tear, squashing whatever poor girl had the misfortune of being booked to face them. And as they ran roughshod through LAW's ranks, Upper Echelon were given fewer and fewer opponents, both in tag and singles competition. Lilliana, especially so, particularly after she had destroyed Wright. Antiqua had occasionally tweeted about this rut, this boredom, this lack of competition. And that sparked an apex - a surge in Jessica's anger and ambitions for revenge. She demanded another go, a rematch. A callous request that Lilliana couldn't have even been bothered to address with a formal contest.
The tall, toned, muscular purple-haired heavyweight was quite the specimen. Despite not having regular competition these days, she maintained a strict regimen, working through a fitness routine and diet religiously, complete with ample self-care. Lilliana was a different breed. Descending from a family that saw success in every field and endeavor they partook in, Antiqua was legitimately in the top one percent. And on this weekend days, at this hour mid-afternoon, her regimen dictated a regular visit to her family's bathhouse in their terrace. The long, wooden structure housed several porcelain baths on one end, and a wooden sauna on the other, complete with ornamental statues of various mythological creatures and her family crest in front. Lilliana had been basking in the steamy mist of the sauna when she accepted Wright's challenge. The water vapor caressed her defined back and posterior as she began slipping into her typical one-piece wrestling attire. She received a text message from Jessica, who no doubt had taken some time combing through the Antiqua's acres of land and the vineyard to get to the bathhouse and face the prodigal Heiress of the Antiqua Dynasty.
"No-no-no. You can't enter as you are, Wright. Do not forget that I'm doing you a favor accepting your challenge, not the other way around. Last time I faced you, I judged you. Decimated you. Used you and your sham of a wrestling career as a stepping stone, and a plaque for the Antiqua name.
I've no idea how long it took you to remove the permanent marker, but I do know this: I don't view you as a wrestler. And I'll never view you as an equal.
Last we met, I took your wrestling outfit and discarded it in a trash can backstage because you didn't deserve it. You didn't. If you want to face me....if you want to fight me again now or anywhere, you'll abandon this new look. This facade.
You're no wrestler. You're a vagrant. And you'll fight me like one. Strip. Now. Or you'll not have your fight. I'll keep my leotard on. You will fight nude."
Her piercing red eyes and arms crossed under her bust conveyed Lilliana's serious attitude and demeanor on this. She elitist was bent on making sure the difference between them was pronounced throughout this bout. And she stood in the way of the sliding door, blocking Jessica's entry and postponing their fight until her foe agreed to the terms.