Lethe Cherry vs Duffy Macbain

Duffy's injured arm fell tot he floor when Lethe let go of it. "Ruddy twat." She growled as she looked up at Lethe. "Daft cunt." She said again as she reached out to try and grab Lethe's ankle and pull her onto her butt. "If ye'r gunna play like a cadger's curse then A'm fraid A'll hae ta cowp yer hurlie."

Lethe had given up translating what the hell this girl was talking about a while back. She stayed down on one knee, feeling her small body shivering, and still refusing to budge from the intense burning between her legs.

She then felt Duffy grabbing her supporting ankle, and ended up falling to her butt, which seemed to help in forcing herself to move again. She'd try to lean back, and drive both her boots deep into Duffy's gut, trying to keep the scottish drunk at bay.

Duffy tried to maintain an awkward grip on Lethe's ankles as she tried to kick her in the gut. She let out a sigh as she played the handsy footsie game with Lethe, trying to bat away a leg while trying to grab another all while trying to keep being kicked in the gut. She succeded tfor a while but soon a boot fell into her gut and she let out an 'oof' as she pushed herself forward, trying to fall ontop of Leth, though the kick would knock the wind out of her and she wouldn't be able to do too much for a few seconds.

Lethe grit her teeth as Duffy fell on top of her, and heard her wheezing for air. She would try to wrap her arms around Duffy, and roll her over onto her back. If that worked, she would sit atop Duffy's shoulders, and start raining hell in the form of fists across Duffy's face, pounding at her mercilessly!

Duffy was rolled over onto her back while seh was incapacetated and groaned as Lethe began to pull back and punnch down. She let out a loud protests and grunts as she was punched int he face, struggling to pull her hand out to defend herself but the punishment was weakening her and she was nearly out cold.

Lethe continued to hammer at her again and again, until she felt like she had enough. Then she'd start to get up and grab Duffy by the legs, and try to force her to roll over. If this worked, she'd try to lift Duffy's legs up to her shoulders, and would start kicking hard at her gut again and again!

By the time Lethe finished punching Duffy was already out. She didn't even flinch as Lethe rolled her over and the kicks to her gut made her unconscious body grunt and twith in response.

Lethe didn't seem to have noticed Duffy's limp body flopping every time she kicked her, she just kept kicking at her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, anywhere she could in her Rug Beater finisher. She clenched her teeth, not looking to stop any time soon. "This! 'll teach you! Not! To humiliate! Me!" She stated. The ref ran over towards Duffy as she continued to be kicked, and lifted an arm up, letting it drop, to see if she was fully out.

Suddenly some figure from the crowd jumped over the blockades that parted mayhem from the mayhem's fans. The figure simply dodged the arms of a common security guard who tried to do his job and slipped into the ring.
it was a lean, small figure of rather childish, boyish shape, the hooded sweater enough to hide the flat chest mostly. Army boots and sky camo cargo short, the hood of the sweater drawn deep into the face.
The figure dashed toward Lethe and reached for the small berserker's hair to yank her around.
The intruder's hood skipped back...it was Sasha "Cossack Kid" Brenshov, she had only watched the fight but now it went too far in her eyes. The kawaii hardcore champ tried to safe the scottish girl from the other kid's furry...with quite a rude headbutt.
Sasha tilted her head back as she tried to yank Lethe around by one of the cute black tails. Then Sasha fired her head forth and tried to headbutt Lethe's nose to "knock some sense back into her"

Lethe had her back turned to the figure as she continued to kick and kick at Duffy's belly, until she was suddenly grabbed by her pigtails and was yanked around.
"Ahh!" She cried out, mostly from surprise as she was yanked around, and was nailed with a headbutt, and was knocked back, stumbling backwards before falling on her rump, and clutching her head. "Gh! The hell do you think you're doing??" She growled while clutching her head.