By Right of Challenge

[Devastated]

A bright red Porsche 911 GT3 2018 model rolled up through the rather calm neighbourhood, situated at the outskirt of Tokyo. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city but close enough that it was but a short drive into the metropolis. Out stepped a beautiful blonde woman, shapely but will a well toned body, long legs, her blonde hair curled into glorious ojou drills!

She was dressed in a black pin stripped blouse shirt, wearing a white jacket, a pencil skirl. Driving gloves, and a bit of jewellery to accessorize. She pulled off a pair of sun glasses she was wearing and tossed it into the car before closing the door. She checked her phone again, just to make sure this was actually the right address...she released a soft sigh at the realisation that it was correct. It seemed a bit too quaint for what she had imagined, a fairly standard western style home.

Walking up to the door, she refrained from ringing on the door bell, as instead she would give a solid knock and placed one her other hand on her hip. Now all that she could do was to wait for none other than Heather Sunderland to answer, because she had some business with this rival of hers.

[TiefBlau]

Heather had been--for the most part, relaxing for the day. She didn't exactly have anything scheduled, nor was she actually expecting any company. She was just lounging in her living room, dressed very casually, a black t-shirt with a band design on the front, black sweats, and her purple and black striped thigh-highs. She was just relaxing back on her couch, scrolling through on her phone as her television was showing off recent matches from LAW at the same time.

"Haah..I need to get back into gear honestly.." She said to herself, rubbing her eyes a bit, a slight yawn coming from her mouth before she heard the knocking at her door. The sound almost made her jump, Heather getting up to peek out her blinds, seeing quite the vehicle parked in front of her house, making her tilt her head just slightly.

"Okay..." She waves it off, hesitating just a little before finally making her way over to the door. Unlocking and opening the door, she was a bit stunned to see Isabella standing there..her outfit a super contrast from her own, leaving her speechless for just a second--before she finally clears her throat.

"Ah--uhh...Hey!! What..brings you here?" She was fishing for the right things to say, knowing full well with this girl this wasn't just going to be her dropping by to check up and say hi.

[Devastated]

As the door opened, Isabella's eyes would trail up and down Heather's visage. There was a great disparity in the level of dress they had, with Heather wearing something incredibly simple and Isabella being dressed up...it served to contrast the two of them rather well. Isabella smirked a little as she would see Heather stand there, stunned over her appearance and arrival.

While Heather was clearing her throat and gathering her thoughts, Isabella would place her hand up and softly push her way into Heather to move her to the side and out of the doorway. Practically forcing herself in as if she had the invitation already, she'd walk into Heather's home and then turn to face Heather, waiting for the purple haired rival of hers to close the door as she'd stare the woman down.

"Heather Sunderland. It's been a while." Isabella spoke out as she would place her right hand on her hip. "Must you even ask? I'm here to see you of course. I'm disappointed that you haven't come barking for a rematch." Isabella said with a smug tone as she would reach out with her other hand and place her index finger against the bottom of Heather's chin. " I had so hoped that crushing you would have stoked a fire in your heart." Isabella said as while she spoke she'd let her finger slide down that chin, neck and then down to the center of Heather's chest, pressing firmly against Heather's ribcage as she would practically try and push Heather's back into a wall. "Don't tell me I was wrong about the kind of wrestler you are." Isabella was practically goading Heather, poking at the bear. "Did I already break your spirit, Sunderland?"

[TiefBlau]

Heather couldn't help but click her tongue as Isabella pushed her way into her a little, moving her so she could enter in the house. She taps her foot a couple times, turning to face her, narrowing her eyes a little in slight frustration. She crosses her arms, grumbling under her breath just a little..definitely having mixed emotions on seeing her.

She couldn't hide the slight frustration in how she was acting..but she also couldn't deny she was interested in what she had to say. They certainly had quite the thing with their match and their meeting..so Heather wasn't about to tell her to leave.

She blinks as she felt her finger against her chin, making her head tilt upwards sightly. Her mouth hung open just a bit--shudders running all through her body with her finger trailing downwards all the way to pressing into t he center of her chest. She stumbles back just a little, her back pressing against her wall as she grit her teeth hard, glaring at her.

"S...shut up..Clearly that's not the case. As if a single match would break me..I was just thinking of the best way to go about it is all. I absolutely want another shot at you! I want to prove I can beat you and I wanna do it convincingly!" She let out, her eyes glued on hers as she talked back to her, trying to stand her ground as much as she could.

[Devastated]

Isabella would notice how Heather's was acting thanks to her actions, she smirked a little as she saw Heather with her mouth slightly agape. Pushing Heather up against the wall with that lone finger of hers, she kept it pressed firmly but not too hard, just to make sure that Heather was kept against the wall and knew that Isabella had her there.

As her rival began to speak back, the eyes of Isabella narrowed. She would discern each word, each intonation, the inflection of every word as if she was trying to suss out how truthful Heather was in her statements. From what she could tell, it seemed as if Heather did mean it. She'd lean in a bit closer, moving her face but a couple inches away from her rival.

"Is that so? Well, that's quite impressive then." She said as she would stare into Heather's eyes. Seeing as her rival wasn't backing down, standing her ground with her eyes glued right into Isabella's own. The blonde would then move her hand away from Heather's chest, slowly as she would bring it up to flick one of her long hair drills over her shoulder.

" Convincingly you say? In that case, I may just have the perfect Idea." Isabella said as she straightened out and took a step back, her other hand resting on her hip as she would smile at Heather. "See, even before we met in that gym. I knew of you, I had looked into what sort of foe you would be." Isabella looked Heather up and down for a second. "Would you like to hear my proposal? For a match that would allow you to prove *convincingly* that you can beat me?"

[TiefBlau]

Heather lets out a little huff at her calling it impressive, tapping her foot a couple times as she did..before feeling her finally move her hand from her chest, watching her move with her hair. She took a deep breath in and out, straightening herself out just a little, but keeping her eyes glued on Isabella's the whole while, listening in to the next things she was saying.

"Haah..Well..It would be a little silly if I let you in and then said no to even..hearing you out on your proposal..besides, if you really wanna step in to something where I'll clearly kick your butt..which will definitely happen!--Who am I to tell you I don't wanna hear it" She sticks her tongue out at her again, bringing her arms up to cross them at her chest.

"So--yeah totally. I wanna hear what you propose!"

[Devastated]

Isabella would listen to Heather as she seemed to be pretty intrigued to hear what the blonde had to say. She would enjoy seeing a bit of that cocky confidence come back to the purple haired woman. A slight smirk on her lips, Isabella would think for a moment, or just seems as if she was. She was simply drawing the moment to build a little bit of suspense.

" Well, dear Sunderland." Isabella began as she would then close her eyes, "I believe that I need to give you an opportunity to shine the brightest you can. After all you're talented are you not? A star that can shine up the darkest of nights." Isabella said, slowly opening her eyes as she brought her hand up to cupping her own chin between her index finger and thumb. Her smirk widened a bit, "In order for you to truly shine. We must make use of your talents, your history, your very being to place you in a match most befitting of your talents." She'd slowly bring her hand down and raise it up into the air as if reaching out for something high above.

" Therefore, It's only fitting that we face off in a Ladder Match. It makes use of your highflying talents, your daredevilish nature. Perfect for your skill-set." She would bring her hand down and place the back of her hand against her forehead in a dramatic gesture. " Truly there can't be a better battlefield for you to prove yourself." After giving this momentary pose a few seconds to give Heather a moment to think of the proposal, to let it stew and for the flavour to set in within Heather's mind.

"Haha~...." Isabella would let out a soft laugh following her pause. " This is of course. To make sure that you can truly live up to your fullest potential and to give the best match you can." Isabella said as she would bring her hand down and with a sudden speed reach out and cup Heather's chin with her hand, holding her face firmly in her hands. " For I need you to shine, simply so that I can outshine you at your peak brightness. To be the brightest star in the night sky that dwarfs your light." Isabella said as she would lean in very close to Heather.

"It will serve as a beautiful battlefield where you and I can throw everything at each other. Although, I feel like I must propose something further to make sure that I will get the very best out of you." Isabella would squeeze Heather's face a bit more firmly, pressing her fingers and thumb into Heather's cheeks. " There is only one thing I can think of. Winner. Takes. All." Isabella slowly spoke out those final words of hers as she would finally release Heather's face. " Let me clarify. Suspended above the ring shall be our contracts, the winner of course will obtain the losers contract to do with as they please."

[TiefBlau]

Heather narrows her eyes a little, listening in closely to what Isabella would suggest. That little pause beforehand definitely built up her anticipation for sure, making her tap her foot a couple times before finally she went on about her proposal.

"Mmngh..Well you're right about all that. I'm one of the best of course..nothing can change that.." She listens in closely--before her eyes dart up to her raising her hand in the air, making her blink a couple times..until it was clear what she was referring to..that full match offer she gave her shortly after..going on about the ladder match.

"Y..you wanna take me on..on a ladder..In a ladder match. You're asking for quite a bit there." She couldn't help but grin wide as well with the thought..being able to be on the big stage again with a ladder match..It made her squirm a little on her feet, the excitement admittedly brimming as she was getting more and more into the idea.

She yelps out as she suddenly cupped her chin like that though, blinking a couple times, her heart pounding and racing as she visibly gulps..especially as she leaned in and suggested what she did. "W..winner takes all??" She let out, totally just--stunned at the thought..it t aking her a few seconds before finally she clears her throat--even with her squeezing at her face.

"Mmngmnh..Y..you wanna be mine so bad..fine...I'll take the match..Y..you're gonna regret taking me on in my specialty match..Just watch.."

[Devastated]

Isabella would lean in close as she spoke out to Heather, her fingers grasping firmly on her rival's chin, cupping it within her hand as she looked into Heather's eyes. The blazing red jewels, like rubies set ablaze with confidence and conviction staring into Heather's purple orbs. After she had finished her little speech, her proposal to Heather, Isabella would take in the answers that her Heather gave her.

Once Heather had cleared her throat and given her a firm and solid answer, or rather firm enough for Isabella to accept it. The blonde would release Heather's chin and place her hands on her hips, straightening up a bit and pushing out her chest.

"There we go. That's the confidence I need from you." Isabella spoke out, a wicked grin forming on her face as she would stare Heather down. " That same confidence and bravado that I'm going to dismantle when I claim you as my own." Isabella said without a hint of hesitation, there was nothing but utter confidence and self-righteous assurance in her voice.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath in and out as she stared back fully at her, tapping her foot a couple times. She felt like it was ages before she finally released her and pulled herself back, planting her hands on her hips. She straightens herself out a bit, nodding her head a couple times..admittedly eyeing Isabella's chest a little as she pushed it out like that--before snapping herself out of it.

"..Hmph..We'll see about that..I don't plan on losing again..You got your bit over me, be happy with that, cause it's not happening again. There's no way I'm gonna let you beat me twice..especially with that kind of stakes on the line.."

She crosses her arms again, her eyes narrowed and looking straight at Isabella's, a little grumble coming from her mouth.