Red Russia vs Society's Rejects

Trin slowly rolled to her stomach, wanting to hide her face as she was forced to surrender in front of all the thousands watching. The humiliation was like a punch to her stomach that had knocked the wind out of her. She stayed down next to the two victors, feeling hatred boiling inside of her for the both of them...

Jean goes to hug Natasha tightly letting the Russian bearhug if she wanted.

Lizzie went up to Trinity and glanced down at her, face hidden in shadow, hands on her hips.

Natasha does just that, wrapping her arms tight around Jean and lifted her up high, squeezing her tight with a joyous look on her face.

Jean laughed as she was lifted high and looked down on Natasha. She wrapped her legs around the Russian's body to hold her firmly in place.

"So...want to go get dinner...and a beer?"

Natasha nods once, looking back up at her. "That is sounding good to me, comrade!"

Jean laughed good naturedly putting her arm around natasha like she was her new best friend and leaving the arena with her.