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It was worth paying tribute to Isabella, for a fashionable chick she had a real talent, combining both a sense of humor and a sharp tongue. The other blonde quickly found a decent answer to Astrid's words, although many would have thought that at that moment she was taking a big risk because she was literally poking a sleeping dragon with a stick.

“Oh?” Astrid was feigning surprise. “Actually, it would be quite unfortunate...” The blonde glanced at the lights of the floors announcing the approach of the elevator. “Why do you need two identical selfies?" The champion's lips curled into a grin. “No penthouse suite and no title before the match and no penthouse suite and no title after the match.”

Returning the favor to Isabella, Astrid gladly accepted the offer of the other blonde and entered the elevator first. Once inside, she immediately turned around. She didn't want to expose her back to Isabella blonde, but also…

“Third floor, please!” She said as if Isabella was an elevator operator, after all, it was her idea for Astrid to get into the elevator first and now the champion was wondering if her opponent really had as strong nerves as she was trying to show.

[Devastated]

Isabella didn't mind the idea of poking a sleeping dragon. After all, what better foe for a dragon than a knight? The old tales of knights were full of stories where a noble knight would slay the mighty dragon and take home the valuable dragon's horde. The conquering hero returning with the gold seemed to be exactly the idea that Isabella had in mind now after their match had been set up.

She would let out a soft chuckle as she heard Astrid's response. It was clever and Isabella was amused, she would glance towards the Champion and see the grin on her face. "We'll see about that, won't we Champion? Will be interesting nonetheless." She would let Astrid enter before her and once they were inside she saw how Astrid turned herself around rather quickly, not exposing her back to her for long. A bit surprised by Astrid's next words, Isabella would tilt her head and throw a glare towards Astrid.

Being spoken to as if she was an elevator attendant almost riled Isabella up. She would turn around, showing her back to Astrid as she would slowly press the button, turning her head to look over her shoulders. " Third floor." She'd speak out in a hushed tone, once she released the button she would turn around and face Astrid, placing her hands on her hips. She could hardly wait for their match at this point, and she was making no attempts to hide it as she was practically staring Astrid down in the elevator, but she would show a smirk on her lips as she did, clearly excited for the prospect rather than angry or annoyed.

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If Isabella was able to keep her composure after Astrid's retaliatory joke, then the Norwegian woman's next words clearly tickled the nerves of the contender. Isabella actually pressed the button for the third floor, but immediately after that she turned to the champion, taking a rather belligerent pose and staring at the descendant of the great Vikings as if this time she was really ready to start their confrontation without waiting for the match.

The look of the contender made Astrid take an involuntary step forward. Her body seemed to be acting on its own. As a result, there was practically no free space between them. Astrid's ample breasts came into contact with Isabella's, but even so, the champion did not stop, continuing to press lightly on the other blonde, as if trying to push her towards the doors.

“Finally given free rein to passion?" Astrid asked with the same cheeky smile on her lips, making it clear that she didn't mind competing with Isabella before the match either.

The temperature in the elevator had obviously risen by several degrees, and the tension had become so palpable that it could have been cut with a knife. After Isabella allowed herself to move away from the image of an unflappable aristocrat, the passion between the two noticeably heated up. And Astrid would be lying if she said she didn't find it sexy as hell and exciting.

[Devastated]

Astrid being a bit taller than Isabella made it so that when the Norwegian woman stepped forward and pressed her large chest against Isabella's, the smaller girl's breasts only had the chance to press against the lower half of Astrid's large rack. She had to lean her head back a bit to stare up into Astrid's eyes, as the bigger woman pressed into her, slowly forcing her backwards until her back met the elevator door.

She'd curl her lips into a half-smirk at Astrid's comment and cheeky smile. "Look at you, as hungry as a wolf." Isabella joked as she would bring her hand up to reach for Astrid's chin. Looking to cup it in her hand, as she'd tippy-toe to lean in closer with her face to Astrid's. She'd blow a bit of hot air at Astrid's lips...

" Don't get too ahead of yourself though, Astrid Arvidsson." Isabella whispered to the Champion. " I prefer to savour our fated encounter for when I take that belt off you. After that....well. I'm more than willing to take your to my penthouse and give free rein to passion~"

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Isabella's words surely reflected Astrid's temperament. The Norwegian woman is not used to holding back emotions. Therefore, she really didn't mind exchanging a couple of blows right here, because the blonde in front of her was damn arrogant and self-confident. However, there was one nuance, it seems that Isabella took the champion's words a little differently.

Astrid did not resist when Isabella's fingers were on her chin, and when she felt the hot breath of this woman, she had to bite her lower lip. Well, actually, she thought that their verbal sparring would lead to a conversation through their fists, but the suggested option attracted the descendant of the great Vikings no less.

“Take my title off... your penthouse...” Astrid repeated Isabella's words, her lavender eyes sparkling. “Tell you what, Isabella Brandt...”

Astrid's right hand shot forward, but it wasn't a punch or a push, instead the blonde wrapped her arm around the Italian woman's waist, holding her close. Why did she do that? Because the second her hand started moving, the elevator doors opened, and if she hadn't hug this blonde, Isabella probably would have fallen.

“By delaying a pleasant moment, you risk falling prematurely!” She said.

Now that there was no free space between them at all, Astrid got a unique opportunity to examine her rival's eyes. Beautiful. She huffed softly, then relaxed her arm and released Isabella's waist. Anyway, this Italian woman was right. The exchange of barbs and everything else is, of course, good, but they should do it after the match. Astrid looked the other blonde in the eye for a second longer, winked at her, and then got out of the elevator.

“Don't stalk me this time, okay?” She joked goodbye, and then went to her room.

[Devastated]

It was quite true that Isabella was arrogant, she intended to be. She was a prideful and noble knight, she had no reason not to flaunt her talents to an extent and in this case she saw it fit to boast much like any tourney knight would of their grand ability to take down their foe. Therefore she did not back down as the bigger woman pressed against her, she simply pressed back a little from the elevator doors and into Astrid.

As Astrid spoke and that arm of hers shot forward, slipping in between Isabella and the elevator door, in the little space that Isabella had made in pushing back slightly against Astrid. She felt how their bodies were firmly pressing together. Her perky and impressive chest, somewhat dwarfed by the huge rack of the Openweight Champion.

With Astrid's next words, the doors opened and Isabella raised an eyebrow. She figured that the champion had decided to wrap her arm around her waist in order to prevent from falling backwards or stumbling out. A soft smile appeared on her face. As her waist was released and Astrid looked into her eyes. Isabella returned the gaze, she'd bring her hand up to give Astrid a small wave of her gloved hand. " Enjoy your night Champion." Isabella said as she would turn and walk towards her own room, more excited than ever to get into the ring with the woman. Though she couldn't help but speak out a soft whisper under her breath, "Such a softie.~" Isabella mused, though judging from her matches it was certainly not a trait the champion retained within the squared circle.