The Bottom of the Barrel

Chesna sighed as she slipped her foot over Isabella and stood there. Lukretia counted softly knowing she didn't need to. A knockout worked just as well.

After it was over, Chesna looked at everyone and sighed and began to walk out of the room, not caring for anything else that went on. Hilde scowled at her and immediately rushed to isabella. "Isabella!" She called otu trying to shake her.

Chesna turned and sighed. "She's fine. Just unconsciouss. She'll wake up in a few minutes. Probably won't even be in pain. Those techniques are excrutiating when applied but the don't last very long. Can I go now? I have work to do?" She asked Lukretia who waved her off.

"Take Ms. Simo vith you as vell." She said and her and Valkoinen marched off. Lukretia wore a big smile on her face. "It looks like ze two of you are ready!" She said cheerfully.

Once the match was over, Cheryl slipped between the middle and top rope and hurried towards her unconscious sister, who was being shaken by Hilde. The brown haired sister knelt by her and slapped Isabella a few times to try and help her wake up, without even paying attention to what Chesna and Valkoinen were doing.

The blue haired girl woke up, blinking a few times to clear her vision. Lukretia looked happy, but she didnt know why. She pointed at the german, and Cheryl turned to look at her. "What?!" Both girls answered almost immediatly, Isabella sitting up. They had just lost! "What have you just said, Ms Lukretia....?" Cheryl asked, wanting to make sure both her and her sister heard it right.

Lukretia's smile remained. "I said zat ze two of you are ready." She spoke simply. She then looked at hilde and spoke quickly in german. Hilde nodded and looked at the two. "Auf weidersehin." She said quickly nodding to the two before sneaking out of the room. "Girls." Lukretia began again. "Ze two of you vill be fine in your match if you remember everything zat happened here today. Think of it zis vay. Ze only vay to get something right is to get it wrong first. If you know vat not to do, zen you vill do vat you must."

"Yaaaayy..." Isabella didnt have enough energies to celebrate it properly. Cheryl still wasnt sure they had made a great progress today, but if Lukretia said so, it must be truth. The brown haired girl helped her sister to stand up. "Alright then... What do we do now, Ms Lukretia..?" Cheryl asked, trying to contain her happiness to celebrate in another moment. They were going to fight for the title!

Lukretia flipped her hand in a partial shrug. "Vatever you vant." She said simply. "As long as you remember today und think about all ze things zat vere said, zen you vill be fine for your match. You can spar vith each other as wvell. Since you know each other ze best, you can exploit each others veaknesses ze best und show each other vere you are having troubles."

Cheryl nodded at Ms Lukretia and walked out of the ring, carrying her sister to a bench. Isabella needed a little rest before fighting again. "Huh..? Fighting each other..? But we never have... I mean.. Do we have to do it?" Cheryl asked, not quite sure of the idea of wrestling with her own sister. They have always been a team, and also are sisters. How Lukretia expects them to fight one another?

Lukretia furrowed her brow. "Did you not hear vat I just said?" Her tone was a bit annoyed. "It's not like I vant you to compete in a match against one another. Surely you are not telling me zat ze two of you have never even sparred befofe? You are sisters, haven't you ever even gotten into a fight?" She sighed. "I once had a sister und ve fought constantly. I could not believe for a moment zat you have never gotten made at one another."

"..We promised mom that we'd never fight.. We always apologyse before getting to that." Cheryl started explaining their reasons to never fight. "Besides, during our short lives, we had to face a lot of problems, and found out that we wouldnt be able to overcome them without each other's help." The little girl stated, placing Isabella's head on her thigh and brushing her short blue hair.

Lukretia goraned at the explanation and sighed. "She muttered something in german and then looked at them. "Zen you must not vant to vin ze title." She said quickly. "It's not like I am asking you to fight to ze death. I can't believe zat ze two of you have never even sparred before. How do you train zen?" She wondered very curious as to what they did to train for matches.

"Punching bags, jumping ropes... punching bags again..." That was all Cheryl said. Now that she thought of it, their training session sucked! But, there was nothing else they could.. right? The brown haired girl looked down at her sister's peaceful face as she continued to brush her soft hair with her fingers.