England vs Russia - Lizzie meets Natassja

Natasha breathes hard, holding her sides a big and staring at Jean. "Why...why is it you came to help me?"

"Hey! I got my own problems with these two. Just glad to teach them a lesson. Are you ok?"

Lizzie turned to Trintiy as they got near the top. "Hey luv, how about we teach these two a elsson in a tag match?"

Natasha nods slowly, rubbing her leg a bit. "I...I will be fine, I will just need to rest up a bit."

Jean rests a gentle arm on Natasha's giving her a concerned look as if telling ehr she would gladly help her out. Then she grabs the mike and angrily faces Lizzie and Trinity at the top.

"Lizzie! Trinity! This is far from over! You two need to be taught a lesson!"

Natasha stares up at the two punks, nodding at Jean's words. "We...we will destroy them under our might, ya!"

Trin nodded to her partner, "I think that would be a good idea... at least then Jean couldn't jump us from behind." she fumed, even though she had done the exact same thing to Natasha while she wasn't looking. But that was besides the point...

Lizzie smirked.

"Seems we got ourselves a match then."

Turns to leave with Trinity.

Jean turns to Natasha.

"I will gladly help you out."

Proffers a hand of friendship.

Natasha smiles and takes her hand, letting Jean help her from the arena.