Tatyina Vs. Allison Watson

Tatyina trembled as the last count hit. She then sighed heavily as the ref raised her hand in victory. As her hand dropped and she wiped away the sweat from her brow, she looked over at Allison. She carefully scooted over and rested her hand on Allison's back. "Allison-ue. You're a very strong opponent. Thank you very much for the match." She said as she raised her eyebrows and looked at Allison with hopeful eyes.

In that moment, Allison hated Tatyina, her patronizing, belittling words and her vile touch. When she did lift her head up to look at her it was with a withering glare. There was nothing in the world worse than being humiliated by this pathetic little novice and being powerless to do anything about it. Allison didn't doubt that if she attacked her now, the same thing would happen again. She wasn't stupid enough to try to blindly satisfy her desire for revenge. The potential costs were too high.

Allison dropped her head back down to the mat for a moment, defeated. She breathed a heavy sigh and began to get to her feet. The concerned ref offered his help and Allison bitterly swatted him away. He wasn't fit to touch her. This girl, the ref, this crowd, Allison hated all of them. Violent, spiteful thoughts filled her mind as she began to make her way to the ropes and ease herself out of the ring. She wasn't done with Friction yet, nor with Tatyina.