"Buxom" Bea vs. Songbird

Songbird released Bea after knowing the verification of the submission. She then turned to the ref and said, "I understand, Ref, she submitted. But I don't want to leave her like this?"

The ref looked confused. "What do you mean? You've won."

Songbird nodded and said, "Yes, but I'm going to help Bea out." With that, she would go out of the ring and pull out something from underneath. It was...a medical kit.

"What?" The ref was quite surprised as Songbird made her way back to the ring and to where Bea was. She seemed like she's still crying over her aching leg and foot, but if if she got a glimpse of Songbird, the pink-haired girl would smile and kneel down next to her to reassure her that she won't hurt her anymore.

"You did very well, Beatrice Bella." said Songbird. "But, I don't want to leave you hurt like this." With that, she would open her medical kit and take out an ice pack. "I want to help you get better, if only you need it."

Bea would turn her head and shake it side-to-side. "I'm not hurt...just upset that I didn't get to give it my all...you bested me." She lied with a straight face. It was true Bea was upset, but her foot and ankle were hurting her badly right now. She simply didn't want Songbird to show what Bea perceived to be a slight bit of pity.

"Come on, I just want to help you." said Songbird as she tried to carefully place the ice pack on that aching leg in order to dull the pain. She continue to speak as she began to take out some cotton balls, alcohol, and some lotion. "Just because you lost, it doesn't mean you're a total loser. I've seen you fight today and you played out like a soldier who wouldn't give up the fight though other perceive him differently." She would then apply the alcohol to a cotton ball and began to clean her bruises and wounds if possible. "And that breast smother? HOO! I never saw it coming and you were one heck of a fighter."

Bea smiled a bit, flinching slightly as the alcohol on the cotton ball was applied. "Thanks..I try to give it my all...but usually it's just not good enough....I think you are the first person I've faced where I actually felt inclined to push myself in a while...of course it's been a while since I was in a standard match." She would say rubbing the back of her head. "You're quite talented in the ring, I'd be surprised if you didn't get a shot at a title sooner or later."

"You're quite talented too, Bea, and thanks for the compliment." After that, she would put the ice pack on Bea's aching arm and she would carefully remove Bea's boots and possibly socks to leave her barefoot. "Don't worry about thinking you're not good enough. You have a style that identifies you as "Buxom" Bea, and no one can ever change that." Then, she would apply some lotion and start massaging her feet and legs, including the one that was hurting. "In time, you'll be strong enough to face tougher opponents than me and soon look out for yourself if any guy wants some action from you. You could at least take him out and beat him."

Bea chuckled a bit and turned red as her boots were removed and her feet were lotioned. "Thanks...you really didn't have to stay after the match and do this, you know?"

Songbird smiled and replied, "I know, but I wanted to do this. You see, I'm not like the other fighters around here who often gloat about their victories and humiliate those who have lost. I want to help them and make them winners despite losing." She would then start to massage Bea's toes and it might tickle a little for her.

Bea did flinch a bit as her toes were massaged, but she kept from curling up due to it. "Well..you're better than my cousin..that's for sure."

"Your cousin?" asked Songbird as she continued to massage Bea's feet. "Does he or she wrestle too?"

Bea nodded, "She wrestles and often ends up humiliating her opponent in some way or form...although the tables have been turned on her before."