Lethe Cherry vs Duffy Macbain

Hardcore Match
One Fall

Lethe couldn't help but feel a little excited for this fight. It would be the first time she would be allowed to bring her weapons to a fight. She stepped backstage, looking at her set of brass knuckles, looking at Bruiser, then looking at Nadine. "You two better kick some ass." She spoke to them, and then tapped them together upon hearing her music start.

She stepped out onto the stage, unable to hide a little smirk, as her mind was on the carnage that would no doubt take place in that ring tonight. She ignored the crowd while walking down the ramp, not even seeming to hear her music as she practically made a beeline for the ring, wasting no time to climb in through the ropes, and move to her corner, awaiting her opponent's entrance now. She was anxious to have her knuckles meet flesh and bone tonight.

As Lethe's music quieted an upbeat version of "Auld Lang Syne" Began to play and out from the background with a couple of beer bottles in one hand staggered out Duffy Macbain. The inebriated Scot had a dull grin on as she looked around the crowd. As she swaggered down the ramp, she lifted up her bottle up and took a deep swig from it. Letting out a soft 'ahh' Duffy made her way to the apron and slowly climbed through the ropes, stumbling a bit until she was in the squared circle. She looked over Lethe and and smiled.

"So yer th' lass A'm havin a row with?" She questioned. "You look like a right tough cunt but lets see if those dobs a yers are made fer more than wankin off a bloke in the back of an auto." She said with a light smile.

Lethe watched the woman stumble down the ramp, with a couple of beer bottles in hand. She snorts at the way Duffy swayed her way down the ramp. This would be an easy fight for sure, or at least that's what she believed. She watched her as she climbed into the ring, but what came out of her opponent's mouth next, just caused her jaw to drop.

".....Dead." She hissed, glaring at the scottish woman, and gave her a thumb down. She would maul this loud mouthed scot, just as soon as the bell rang.

Duffy grinned at what Lethe said. "Aye." She said stuffing the unopened beer in her pocket and lifted up her hands and cracked her knuckles. "A hope ye brought a pretty pine box wit ye cause A'm fidgen fain fer a right donnybrook." She then nodded to Lethe's knuckles. "But A see ya brought th trainin wheels wit ye. Still a wee wet behind the lobes?" She said as she held her fists up and waited for the bell to ring.

Duffy grinned at what Lethe said. "Aye." She said stuffing the unopened beer in her pocket and lifted up her hands and cracked her knuckles. "A hope ye brought a pretty pine box wit ye cause A'm fidgen fain fer a right donnybrook." She then nodded to Lethe's knuckles. "But A see ye brought th trainin wheels wit ye. Still a wee wet behind the lobes?" She said as she held her fists up and waited for the bell to ring.

Lethe raised an eyebrow as she stuffs a beer in her pocket, and raises her hands up in fists. She remained quiet as she heard Duffy's response to her comment, and snorts at her comment towards her brass knuckles. "It's called hardcore for a reason you dumbshit." She snapped, hearing the bell ring afterwards.

"Aye." She said as she said as she heard the bell ring. "But all that tells me is me gammer would throw a 'arder dob without 'em." She then dashed forward and aimed her free hand's fist at Lethe's face.

Lethe smirked as Duffy continued to talk smack to her. She then stood there as she dashed forwards, and opened her hand up to let Duffy's fist punch into the brass knuckle, before trying to power with a fierce left with 'Nadine' and aim it for the side of her head.

"Bullocks!" Duffy yelled as her fist slammed into the brass knuckles She pulled away, seeing the other fist coming and dodging but stepping backwards. As she did, she swung the partially filled beer bottle at Lethe's head.

Lethe's face remained expressionless when Duffy punched her brass knuckle, and then saw the beer bottle coming for her. She'd try to duck it, and if she dodged it successfully, she'd dart in after her, and try to throw a hard jab up into Duffy's stomach!