AVA 24 Hardcore Title Match - Isabella Astley vs Saori Saito

A title match? Isabella couldn't say it was on her agenda, unless it had to do with the warren or the mansion the most loyal one didn't give it the time of day. That was until a few weeks before the match actually where her boyfriend Daichi and the members of the Warren encouraged her to win the belt, granted the hardcore title might go against the playful bunny demeanour the group had however any gold was worth it in the long run for a wrestler's career. Granted they didn't know that last part until tonight but still it gave Isabella motivation like never before, the most loyal one had set up a full on gym in the basement of the warren.

Night and day she trained and worked out there, trusting in the white haired boy that was her second in command to run the place. And run it well he did when the milfs were not doting on the good boy. She worked out and bulked up considerably gaining an impressive amount of muscle that could make the most loyal one go from a pure striker to now being a striker/powerhouse hybrid with a sculpted back and of course, rear end that could induce head trauma just by looking at it. Her workout plan was alllllll thanks to the mysterious lady known as Marisa, her magical and mighty ways helping to sculpt Isabella's body. The white haired harlot still didn't know what to fully think of her, but Marisa's results showed and hence she was accepted by Isabella. She stood in her locker room, looking at herself in the mirror with her hands around the sink. A rare look of enjoyment on her face.

"Soon, I'll claim glory for you dear." Isabella said, before casting her gaze over at her boyfriend Daichi. He had......reservations about Isabella getting into such a violent altercation in the hardcore division, understandable but when Isabella made her mind on something it was difficult to persuade the most loyal one elsewhere. Daichi was bundled up in well, a bunch of rope to restrain him. Isabella having jumped him as soon as he came into the locker room in case he had the idea of doing any heroics. Isabella then strutted over to the bench he was laying on with her high heels clicking. She'd then caress his face and mutter "Now sweet dreams, I'll be back with a title belt hopefully for you~" and smooched his cheek before then leaping up into the air and slamming her thick, meaty ass right on his cute little mug and kept slamming it down until he passed out in sweet bliss.

Afterwards Isabella would stroke his hair one last time before setting out to the entrance ramp, the most loyal one heard her hard rock music blaring called Let Me Carve Your Way hitting its lyrics. Isabella came out once the chorus rang, not wearing a warren bunny leotard but rather her classic attire and her muscles on clear display. She strutted down the ramp among a mixture of cheers and boos before leaping onto the apron and over the top rope before waiting in the ring for this opponent whoever they were......

Ever since he met Isabella at one of his gigs for money, life's felt like a dream, even more so than with Adama. And it's not that he loves one more than he loves the other. He loves them equally. But it feels surreal that two goddess like them had fallen for him and where willing to be with him at the same time. He felt like he had managed to discover a buried treasure AND also won the lottery whenever he's with both of them. And it's not like he sees them as his, but rather, two wonderful and beautiful humans that saw in him something that he didn't even knew.

And as such, he made the mission of his life to be worthy of the two of them. How? In whatever way he was able to, without sacrificing his own ideals of course. He helped their families at the dojo and at the manor. He pleased them in any ways he could (and so did they to him). And most importantly, he tried to inspire them to become better, to never settle, to always find something new to do or try.

When they became Warren sisters, he was there to support them. He knew Koto and John, the heads of the Warren, and they were good ones after all, if a bit eccentric maybe. Even that girl, Marisa, who was so mysterious and untruthful, he supported Isabella's friendship with her even if he had his doubts (it most definitely helped that Isabella became quite... Attractive thanks to that red-headed wizard's training regime). Of course when Isabella tried to go for a title at AFW, he was supportive, and absolutely proud of her.

That being said, the Hardcore Title? That's when he started to get worried...

He confronted her, Daichi knew how to talk to Isabella, and he wanted to let her know that he'll love and be proud of her no matter what. That she didn't need to do this if she got scared. Of course Isabella still wanted to do it, and Daichi respected that. But he did tell her that if he saw things got dangerous, he'd step in and no force in the world would stand in his way.

Now, with that being said, he really didn't count Isabella herself, some rope, and her strong and sexy arms, to actually be one of said forces.

"I-Isabella!! Don't do this! I won't try to stop you anymore!"

He said, but once he saw on her expression that she was serious about this and that he wasn't talking her out of this, nor was he allowed to butt in, no matter what, he understood that this was for her own reasons. And speaking of butting in... Let's just say that she was about to put him to sleep like she usually does, only this time, he could tell that she's been doing some sit-ups.

"A-At least leave the TV on so I can see once I wake u-phhh!!" One hip attack, two hip attacks. Normally, he'd take multiple of those to the face with a full smile. But now? Only three were enough to send him to sleep. That one's gotta be the sexiest migraine he's had until now. Goddamn, he better start looking for a good health insurance, his face's gonna be needing it starting today, if those iron cheeks were anything to go by.