On a war path!

Tasha stormed into the lockers, punching one of them as she walked down the aisleways. She growled in frustration, suffering a rather humiliating loss to a certain Bangladeshi woman. It had started out friendly at first, but then the woman used their match to humiliate her in front of any wrestler was there at the time. In all honesty, she had never gotten angry at a loss before, it happened from time to time, but Tasha felt like she lost something more in that fight as opposed to the other matches she's been in.

"I'll get her back.. I'll make her pay tenfold.." She grumbled angrily, sitting down in front of her locker.

From the door that leaded to the gym, Lynne entered the locker room. She was in a pair of black leggings and matching sports bra today, as she had been working out a bit to maintain her good shape. Wiping some sweat from her brow, she went to her locker and took a bottle from it. She then sat on the bench in front and took a gulp of juice from the bottle, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Lynne then noticed a woman sitting alone on the other edge of the bench. Lynne still hadn't met many people around there, so she got up and approached the woman with a friendly face. "Hi!"

Tasha heard a cheerful voice greeting her, and looked over to see a girl wearing mostly black. She raised an eyebrow, looking up and down her body for a moment before greeting back. "..Hi." She replied. "Listen.. I'm in kind of a bad mood right now, so, your best bet would be just leaving me alone, all right? Fair warning." She stated.

Lynne's smile shrunk just a little when she heard the unfriendly response. The woman seemed to be in low spirits. However, it didn't drive her away; instead, she would try something else. Lynne sat next to her, not getting too close. She then stretched the arm that held the bottle towards her. "...Want some juice?"

Tasha looked up at her, and sighed in annoyance. "No thanks." She replied. "Look. Second warning. If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to drag you by your hair towards the nearest ring, and tear into you. Hard." She threatened.

Lynne stared blankly at Tasha. Was she threatening her, just like that? She got up and looked down at her, getting angry now. "What? Don't get all agressive with me, missy. I was just trying to be friendly!"

Tasha growled up at her. "Lemme ask you something. When you see a skunk stamping it's paws in the ground, do you try to go towards it and hug it?" She asked, then suddenly reached up to grab her by the hair. "Because that's basically what you've done." She explained, and started to drag her towards the ring by her hair as she promised, and tried to roll her into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

"What? AAHH!" Without her seeing it coming, Lynne's hair was grabbed and yanked around. She screamed with the sudden assault; she gripped at Tasha's hands, but she was clawing too strongly at her hair, and Lynne couldn't make her let go. She was pulled to the ring, being thrown directly on the mat. She put her head on her head, her roots burning up, and looked back at Tasha, still in surprise.

Tasha started to climb up the ropes, and into the ring herself, and had a small smirk on her face as she climbed in with her. "You want to cheer me up? This is the best way I've found." She commented, cracking her knuckles while looking down at the redhead, waiting for her to stand back up.

Lynne quickly got up, seeing that the woman meant business. She gave a step back, as Tasha was dangerously close to her. "Wait, wait. My bad, okay? We don't have to do this." She fidgeted with her fingers, hoping that Tasha would let her go with only that, although she thought it unlikely.