Spoiler
The fight hit all the right notes in terms of the quality of action on display for the people, but what stood out was the climax of the fight, ruled in Allison's favour, despite her tapping out, as the referee could see Christina in a position which saw the woman pin herself, an massive oversight on her part, which unintentional of not was probably going to get her an earful by the top brass and probably a massive fine as well.
Both people in front of Allison were unfazed and less than amused seeing her trying to put on a brave, nonchalant face, their raised eyebrows indicative of them being not entirely convinced of her.
"Ugh...it looks like I ain't gonna win with both of you here..." Allison finally gave in, her shoulders slumping and face wrinkled into a slight wince.
"Alright look, I got to sort some things out. If you both really wanna help....get me a towel, and...point me towards the nearest vending machine. I need something freezing cold to wash down my throat, and to press against my head. Actually, you know what? I need two of those fine drinks. Girl banged my head like a hammer on a nail....ooff.." Allison rubbed her head with eyes squeezed shut for a moment, just in time for the towel to arrive.
"Aight...I Will get myself checked soon." She hobbled away from them, turning back to make her point and then continued on, to the lockers.
"Ahhh...Niiice..." the cold liquid went down her throat to see a satisfied, sharp exhale out of her, while the other found itself presssed against her forehead, the frozen water melting down into trails, just as she entered the lockers to see the woman she had made a point to look for after the fight.
"Look, it may not have been the best idea to gloat about my win out there...." Allison dragged on the last part of the sentence as she strode towards the seated woman with a limp, pulled and nearby chair and took a seat in front of her.
"I may have gotten carried away there. A tiny bit. A teensy-weensy bit...." She tried to explain, the index and thumb of her right hand brought very close together to indicate the fine margins, eyes narrowed and focused on the digits to make sure she got right, the 'amount' she got carried away by.
Her eyes fell on the two cans of soda on the long bench, on which the other woman sat. Allison gently grabbed the unopened can. "A soda, perhaps? To cheer ya up..." Her hand extended with a nervous smile to offer the drink to the probably fuming woman, with all the right to be so and await her less than pleasant response.