Hardcore style match with Delisha and becky luv

Becky was sulking in her dressing room, scowling around her. All around her was the image of Mama Luv. There were pictures of “Karen,” but they all had slashes through them or doodles covering her face, or darts or knives thrown into them. Newspaper clippings hung on the wall, with furious scribbles in crayon or pencil over Mama’s wins, and bright red circles around her few losses and injuries. She had the obituary that listed when Mr. Luv had left Karen as a single mother, which made Becky laugh every time.

There were some souvenirs around too. Mostly ones she’d stolen from fans. There was a jumbo size bra she’d taken off some perverted guy who’d caught it during a match. There was a bit of hair Mama had lost in a close call that Becky had snuck from the ring. There was the previously soaked thong that she’d invested into Ebay to get, having been swiped from Mama during one of her sex romps.

Becky was curled up on her simple rotating chair, staring absently until the door creaked open. She was on it before it was entirely open, grabbing the person by the hair, jerking them inside, and grabbing their throat.

“YOU! SHE sent you, didn’t she!?”
The teenage girl stared at her fearfully. “N… no, Miss Luv. I was just dropping this off…” She held up a paper.

“Oh. Okay. Thank you, dear.” Becky released the intern, letting her scurry off as she read the letter from the managers. “Hmm… well, therapist says I should vent more…”

Delisha
Red-head woman with green eyes, pale freckled skin, and solid d-cups. Irish
Has a thick build, unlike the fat or overly muscled girls.
30's
5' 6"
Good girl

She has tattoos. She has a Barb wire Tattoo on her arm. A tattoo that says WILDGIRLS over her ass. A rose on her left breast
She has some symbols on her right arm

Gimmick- She runs a Irish Punk Band called the WILDGIRL. She love to drink at Pubs and party with her friends. She is a bit anti Establishment but a good girls beneath. Her fans love her and she love her fans. She know to do the most wild and sexually charge concerts around. She learn to fight by fighting in Bar and at Soccer matches. She rarely lost at those so she decided to join
She know for her vicious punches and kicks. She hits like some heavyweight boxers

Moves-
Wild Punches- She close line and opponent and then leap on them with a barrage of punch combos. Sometime after the 15th punch she take a swig of beer and spit some of in the air so it land on her breast. A Crowd pleaser

Rowdy Slam- It where she get some in a head lock and slammed them down, lift them up and do it again. A variation of this is she swing the opponent into something

TBOY- Short for This beer on You. She hold and opponent into a Bear hug and slams him or her into something. While stagger she pours beer in her breast and smother the person making them drink. Sometime she doesn’t need a bear hug she just pressed them again the wall. Sometime she ended with lift the opponent over with a back body slammed or pin

Rock out- When she get on the top rope does some air guitar and slams on the opponent

Drunken Rage- It where she goes in a bit of berserk rage where it hard to hurt her and she just hits you with wild punches

Becky and Delisha were in the ring that night, which was now surrounded by random items to be used as weapons. There was nothing terribly fatal, but still things to really lay the hurt on someone, especially if they were as creative and vicious as these women were.

“I’m gonna kill you,” growled Becky. “You always liked her better than me, didn’t you?”
“Oy, you crazy git. You look like you could stand a drink.” She raised her fists challengingly. “Well bar’s open, bitch!”