Chelsea Loski vs. Eirina Makishima

Sprawled on the mat in a heap, Eirina panted, her blue hair splayed on the mat. She remained there, still not feeling like getting up, hoping that the pain she's currently experiencing would fade in time. She had been beaten again, and while she knew that it's an undeniable fact that one couldn't avoid losing in this kind of profession, she couldn't help but find it really upsetting, especially because of her being in a very huge handicap with her hurting back.

"...*sniff*..." Eirina let out a sniffle, very upset with her loss and she was very upset in herself for allowing herself to fight in this condition. So, she would remain there, not wanting to get up.

The twos current moods were understandably as different as night and day, though Chelsea kept herself from feeling too bad about it herself. While it had to suck it was either her or Eirina, plus as she kept telling herself, Chelsea didn't make her come into the ring with a hurting back. That was her own choice and no one could blame her for taking advantage of it.

Still as she hopped on the turnbuckle to celebrate she looked down at Eirina who didn't look like she was going to get up anytime soon and thought about saying something, that is if she could. Drawing a blank on any words of encouragement that wouldn't sound cheesy and admittedly not being good at cheering others up she decided she would be better off saying nothing, for the risk of not upsetting her more as she continued her celebration nd would eventually leave.