Lethe Cherry vs Duffy Macbain

Sasha glarred at the other cutie and clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles turned a pale white. She hissed and then she said:" Just trying to stop YOU from KILLING HER".
Sasha tensed up, preparing for any attack by the other girl.

Lethe snorts and stands back up. "I don't remember hearing her calling for help." She shot back. "And it was her fault she didn't tap out to me. At any rate, this match is still-" She said, beginning to advance on Sasha, until the ref grabbed her by the shoulder, and whispered into her ear.

Lethe blinked and turned to her. "She DID tap out?" The ref nodded back. She then looked over at Sasha. "Hmph... well she shouldn't have embarrassed me like that to start out with." She stated, and started to head out towards the ring, walking straight past Sasha and moved to bump shoulders with her before leaving the ring.

Sasha growled as Lethe bumped into her and walked on, the russian kid clenching her fists as she turned her head a bit, glarring at Lethe. Then she had a short look at the Scottish lessie and was happy that she had been there to help.
The Russian turned finaly, wishing to leave the ring too.