Kiri Zila v.s Lethe Cherry

"That all you can do, dwarfie? Run, run run?"

Her kick fell short of her target, but Kiri did not pursue. She wasn't gonna chase the little Shank all the way underneath. Instead she went to the side of the ring, grabbing hold of a steel chair.

Lethe crawled back out of the ring after a couple of minutes, having found a baseball bat and stands back up, holding the bat and looking around for Kiri.

Creeping behind Lethe, kirir raised her chair over the head and attempted to bring it down hard. The Loud cheers and boos of the crowds probably didn't help with the suprise, but she attacked anyway.

Lethe instinctively swung her baseball bat around to clobber her in the side of the head. She'd probably get a faceful of chair in the process though. If that happened, she would stagger away, but she would still hold on to the bat. She was really looking to take this bitch down a peg or two.

"Ugh!" Kiri shrieked as the chunk of wood smashed into her face. She staggered back, slamming into the announcer's table. Her vision blurry, she strained to look around for Lethe.

Lethe smirked when she got the upper hand finally. After recovering from the chair shot, she rushed Kiri, and tried to slam the end of the bat right into her gut. "Eat it, bitch!"

Kiri screamed in pain as the bat plowed into her gut, the impact flipped her over the commentor's table, sending the commenters scrambling.

Lethe grinned now that she had the advantage. She scrambled on top of the table, raising her bat high above her head and would jump off the table to try and crack it over the back of Kiri's head, or back.

Kiri's vision was swirling, but she just had enough sense of mind to notice Lethe climbing onto the table. As Lethe hopped down, she rolled to the side, hoping to dodge her move.

Lethe frowned when she missed the swing, and would instead walk over to try and grab a handful of Kiri's hair to try and drag her back to the ring.