They just get mad. And they carry grudges into the grave - or it would be the grave, if the referee didn't stop the girls from killing each other. And take it from Billy, they earn every penny. They move on impulse, without stopping to size up the situation. Men go into their holds easily, careful to feel the other fellow out.
Women tear into each other from the opening gong.
But I've seen a big kid, new to wrestling, walk up to Mildred Burke, kick her in the solar plexus and bring the champ down. Mildred rolled over on the apron in agony, and took the full count of 18. When she recovered her breath, she leaped up and boxed that girl with her cupped hand so fast that the kid's head was nearly torn off against the ropes. Many of them are pretty, several are married, a few could even pass for movie queens. You get used to looking like a holy horror.