At Odds With Felines

Dot was calm under pressure and managed to a quick decision for the sake of protecting her friend and lover, Deja. All while displaying no clear signs of fret or dismay. Sandy had encountered many types of opposition in AFW. But this was the first woman she had met that was able to respond to her without being extremely emotionally charged. "Oh, how admirable!" Sandy noted. She'd bend down and use her hand to ruffle Dot's hair a bit before continuing. "Since you're the better half, I'll cut you more slack than your half-dead friend, here. You can bring her to the match, too. Heck, make it a handicap match if you feel like that helps you." She'd stare at Deja before remarking. "You, I'm going to enjoy beating down for obvious reasons." She'd now make eye contact with Dot. "But you, pinky. You'll be business as usual. No hard feeling when I put you down. At least, not on my end. Sound good to you? Or does your girlfriend want to interject? "

"Fuck you for bringing Dot into this you-" Deja started to bark angrily at Sandy after her final comment, apparently finding enough strength to start flinging around insults again when Dot cut her off by gently placing a hand over her mouth, not keen on allowing her to continue insulting Sandy as it had clearly gotten them into enough trouble already. "Nothing about this entire situation sounds good to me." Dot started off, pausing briefly to take a breath before continuing. "But... Since we're going to have to go through with it I suppose it's as good as it can be... But be warned, this might not be as easy for you as you think." The pink haired feline enthusiast finished, finally removing her hand from Deja's mouth. "Yeah! Exactly Dot! We'll show her! Watch out bitch your days are numbered!" Deja spoke out enthusiastically, cringing afterwards and placing a hand on her head. "That still hurts." She muttered.

Sandy brushed off her new acquaintances. She frowned at Deja's statements before beginning to make her leave. "We'll see if you're still talking like that when we get in the ring." She said as she brushed off the tag team. Normally, Sandy might have been more willing to engage such comments, but for now she seemed content with simply being given the chance to take both the felines on and give each of them what she felt they deserved. Sandy would begin to make her leave with a more confident stride than she had before she had ran into the cat girls.