They get her healed up

Timar helps Isabella into her office through the back door as outside people are cheering. Esteban was already waiting by the chair in front of her desk.

"Mierda." he says under his breath as he stands up.

"It's quite alright Esteban." Isabella moans, "I won the match. I'm still champion."

"You look like..."

"Mierda?"

Esteban is silent.

Isabella chuckles, "You should see Deliah."

The crowd can be heard cheering outside.

"It looks like the Tag Team Match is going swell." Isabella hisses in pain as Timar helps to her seat.

"So I take it you will be canceling tonight's match."

"Are you serious?" Isabella chuckles, "And disappoint the fans?"

"Senora Luv. Isabella. I strongly protest. You can't fight like this."

"I will if I want to remain champion. Besides who do we have left in the roster that can fight me tonight?"

"I can name plenty and so can you."

Timar then speaks in Tibetan.

"What? What is she saying?"

Isabella sighs, "Timar is saying that she knows some ointments from her home country that she use to help some wounds and some candles to help burn some incense."

"Well, she better get some if you want to fight."

Isabella speaks back in Tibetan.

Timar nods her head and walks off.

"I'm still surprised."

"By what?"

"That you know how to speak her language."

"How did you think I was able to recruit her?" Isabella scoffs, "I been around the world I know more languages then my crafty, little nephew does. He knows three by the way." She then chuckles, "Or I should say four, Peninsular Spanish, Japanese, English, and bad English. I know about fifteen."

Isabella lies on her seat and hisses in pain.

Esteban kneels by her side, "You should take care of yourself."

"That's what you are here for Esteban. To take care of me."

"I would if you let me."

Both lean over and kiss as Timar comes in with candles and ointments.

Isabella backs away, "Just in time. Let's see if this stuff works."