The Blue Stonewall

Tessa's eyes would clench impossibly tight, her hands no longer banging the mat in their fist forms, instead the girl seemed intent on trying to withstand the pain, somewhat motionless.

"Gr..gh...DAMNIT!" She roared, completely stuck, her hands trying to grab at whatever she could use to pull herself. Of course, there was nothing to grab.

Looking down, hiding her face from anyone who could see, the girl would rapidly tap the mat, trying to resist making somewhat of a whimpering noise.

With Tessa tapping out, the ref would signal for the bell to ring and end the match. Stonewall would release Tessa from the hold and get off immediately to show fairness. The ref would raise Stonewall's hand in victory as the crowd cheered for her. The brawler was beaming with great pride, but she still couldn't help but feel sorry for her opponent. Once the ref released her arm, Stonewall would go over to Tessa and lower herself closer to her.

"Tessa? Are you okay?" she asked as she offered a hand in assistance. She didn't want to leave Tessa hurt and alone for she isn't like that with other fighters. She wants to prove that she cares for others too whether win or lose.

Tessa instantly brought up her hand for aid as she lay there, not only her body devoid of air from being squeezed so tightly so quickly, but now her toes somewhat twisted. She'd pull on said arm to bring her standing, before bending over, clearly wheezing.

"Yeh...Yeh I'm fine..." She'd pant out slowly, clearly more focused on getting breath back in her body rather than moping over the fact she just submitted.

Stonewall could see that Tessa was still trying to catch her breath because of that bearhug earlier. Looks it did much more than she intended. Hoping to make amends, she would slowly shake her opponent's hand and put the other on her shoulder with a smile as she said, "You did great today, Tessa. Good match. And I'm sorry about squeezing you so tightly earlier."

If Tessa felt alright, then Stonewall would raise up Tessa's hand to show respect to her as a fighter. And the crowd would cheer for them both for a great fight.

By the time Tessa was up, her breath had somewhat returned, but she wobbled nonetheless, a obvious effect of that brief but well applied leg lock. She'd accept the handshake, before both hands went to her knees, the bluenette bending over somewhat as she fully caught her stance. She'd take a big breath of air, accepting the loss, before throwing a somewhat fake smile as her hand was forcibly raised.

When Tessa was having trouble keeping her stance, Stonewall would see that she may need some assistance returning to the lockers. Slowly putting that arm down after a bit, she would ask softly, "Would you like me to help you out of the ring, Tessa?" She would also grab Tessa's sandals and offered it to her to get them back on.

Stonewall wants to prove to the other girl that can be a reliable friend and ally in this league.

Tessa simply stood firmly now, taking a deep breath, recovering as much as she could in her given circumstances. She'd smile, before gently shaking her head, simply opting to exit on her own, if but slowly, so Stonewall could celebrate her win with a ring to herself.

She'd begin to slowly stumble forward, before bending through the middle ropes, content with making her exit.

Stonewall would smile in saying that she understands and lets Tessa get out of the ring. Before she leaves though, she wants to make sure Tessa didn't forget anything, including her sandals. She was a little concerned when the other girl stumbled as she was getting to the middle ropes, but once she got through them, Tessa was still okay. Stonewall would wave goodbye to her and hopes that she'll see her again soon.

After all, Stonewall would always stand for her friends and what is right, whether in or outside the ring.