Dives, but Brawlers aren't helpless

Delisha faced off with Chantz first. Chantz punched at Delisha, but she blocked and pounded her back across the face. She worked her with several strong punches, working her into the ropes before Vicky cracked a whip at her from the ring apron.

It lashed around Delisha’s neck, **** her and pulling her back into the Divas’ corner. Chantz wiped some blood from her cheek, smiling as she marched over to the Irish rocker.

“This is the belt we’re talking about. No holding back!” Chantz kneed Delisha repeatedly in the cunt while Vicky choked her with the bullwhip. Chantz yanked her hair and bit into her forehead, making the rocker scream and thrash.

Vicky finally let go of the battered brawler, spiking her face-first into the mat. Delisha tried to crawl for the tag, but Chantz hit her with a figure four leglock, punching her in the cunt as she held her. Delisha grunted and fought against the hold.

Chantz dropped the hold, marching up to Delisha and yanking her head up by the hair. “Not such a tough little skank, are you?”

Delisha hadn’t quite been able to reach Tikka’s hands, but she did manage to slip her something. Delisha spewed the mouthful of sake she had in her mouth, blinding Chantz with the ****. She threw a giant uppercut into Chantz’s crotch.

“We ain’t all that fair ourselves, ya tart,” Delisha spat.