Beauty before the beast

Anne would still try to guide Yuki over to one of the changing benches and get her to sit down until she could regain her bearings. The rocker girl took her partner by the hands affectionately and tried to look into the girl's eyes as if she could see through to what she was thinking. "Yuki, I am so sorry. I didn't think... I mean... Ugh, I'm such a jerk!" She could only think back to the look in Lamya's eyes during that first match when she'd been forced to squirt before a sold out crowd, a heart breaking expression.

Yuki did not speak, but looked at Anne and tried to manage a smile. Yes what she did was going too far, but it's not like she stole Yuki's virginity or something.

Anne was encouraged by the affected smile, at least she was trying. "Don't suppose revenge would make you feel better? 'Cause after we survive this whole King business we could do a Humiliation match and I could just, like, let you have it..."

Yuki shook her head and spoke in a quiet voice, "No......I want to earn it. Then I know I am strong enough"

Shifting to Yuki's side the rocker would slide an arm around the girl's shoulders with a gentle squeeze. "Honey, trust me, you're plenty strong. You just aren't used to taking my sleazy hentai moves, in a fair fight you'd probably rock my socks, girl." She winked playfully at her partner and smiled. "Now, we should decide, do we wanna come down the ramp together, or enter separately?" She hoped these little decisions might take Yuki's mind off of what had just happened.

She thought. "Together might be better. I think that will work"

As she thought she moved to the side to get her change of clothes.

Though it was a small thing Anne smiled to see Yuki going about the regular business of changing back into her street clothes. Just a minute ago the woman had seemed completely stunned, so this was an encouraging improvement. "Then we'll need to pick a song to enter to... But, uh, we can work on that. I just had a wicked awesome idea. What if, when we go up against King, I go out there and just totally slut it up. Like, just jump on his gross, bulbous package and try to distract him. Maybe get him to wear himself out a little..." She intentionally left out how he might exhaust himself for Yuki's peace of mind, "And then you come in with the ambush."

Yuki nodded absentmindedly as she pulled on her clothes, "...yeah...sounds good to me."

She felt so tired now, like all the stress and adrenaline was drained from her, leaving behind a very tired wrestler.

Anne followed suit, losing her skirt for a pair of skinny jeans and a different tee shirt. "Do you, uh, need... do you want me to walk you home?" It was an offer made innocently, seeing how tired the woman was. She had decided against 'need' as that might offend her pride. Really, Anne didn't know if Yuki had even heard her proposed strategy, but it seemed the best allocation of their... skills.

Yuki thought for a few moments before giving a sigh, "Yeah...I am getting pretty tired."

As if to emphasize her point, she gave a cute little yawn, stretching her arms out.