Lethe Cherry vs Duffy Macbain

Duffy knew that she couldn't just liesurely take her time with this girl, but the rough fight was making her thirsty. As Lethe approached, without even flinching, or caring if she spilled the beer, she snapped the bottle forward to smash it over Lethe's head before it could be broken by the knuckles.

Lethe dashed forward, and tried to take a swing for the bottle, but she wasn't fast enough as Duffy seemed to already know her plan of attack. She ended up stumbling past her, and felt something crash on top of her head, and felt her hair being doused with alcohol before she went down on her belly, nearly blacking out from the blow to her head. She reached her hands up to clutch where Duffy broke the bottle open on her head, groaning softly. "Mmggnn.."

Duffy watched Lethe crash to the floor from the bottle and grinned down. "Right bloody cunt!" She yelled, still grinning and attempting to hop on Lethe's back. If she could mount her opponent she would try and reach down and grab Lethe's hair to throw punches in her face.

Lethe shook her head, trying to shake off the blow until Duffy sat down on top of her, and grabbed one of her pigtails. She clenched her teeth, growling up at her, until she started taking shots to the face again and again.

"Gh! Nghh! F.. Fuck off..." She hissed, trying to reach up and grab for her where she could as she kept taking blow after blow.

"Nae!" Duffy yelled back. "Ye can fuck right off, Lassie. Spillin me fun'll git ye a ride in a pine box!" She growled despite the grin as she rained punches down. She grunted as Lethe reached for her hand and let go of the girl's hair to try and slam her head into the back of Leth's skull to drive the kawais head into the mat.

Lethe kept taking punch after punch, and she could feel her vision fading in and out as she managed to grab one of Duffy's hands. She then felt Duffy letting go of her hair... and couldn't remember anything afterwards. Lethe flopped to the mat, out cold.

Duffy knew when an opponent was out and felt Lethe slump to the ground. She heaved a sigh. "It's cause yer a 'ard bloke that a had tae go at ye like an orn'ry goat." She stood up and the ref reached for Duffy's heand. The Scot the reached ovee and grabbed the ref by the shirt. "Ya go raisin that hand a mine an A'll knock yer gob off. The lassie ain't down ye 'ear!?"

The ref nodded and backed away. Duff grinned and turned around. She reached down and grabbed the knuckles from Lethe and tossed them out of the ring. "A'll do this right 'r nae a all." She said and slid out of the ring. She then reached out and grabbed an audience member's beer. "Much 'bliged, mate." She said and slid back into the ring. She plopped against the ropes and began to chug her beer. "Ahhh..." She said as she waited for Lethe to rouse.

Lethe still lay against the mat, unaware of the Scot disarming her while she was out cold. She lay still against the mat, still out of it from the blows to her head.

Duffy casually sipped her beer as she lounged in her corner. She didn't mind waiting and when thw crowd started to get uppity, she stood up and threw a half empty beer at one of the. "Bullocks ta ye!" She said and flipped them off. "Ye wanna see a guid row? Gonna need ta halt a gleg! She then turned around and pulled down her pants, mooning the crowd. "Come up 'ere an kiss me arse if ye nae like it!" She said with a grin.

Lethe slowly started to come to finally as the crowd was beginning to boo, and she slowly started to stand up from the mat, shaking her head slowly. She thought she had lost, when she saw her opponent was still in the ring, mooning the crowd.

"This match.. isn't over?" She blinked in surprise.