Just long enough for some gangster friends to show up

Lisa was loosing steam fast, being crushed under the weight of Rochell’s ass and the pounding of her fist. She didn’t have a leg to stand on… so she used someone else’s. She beat on the arena floor, screaming in agony. It was then that two more girls in street punk clothing ran in.

One was a chubby black girl with a bandana, baggy cargo pants, and a chamo bikini top. The other was a skinny white girl, extremely pale and dressed in a goth fashion. She had studded black jeans, stiletto heels, and had her purple hair spiked straight up. They both slid into the ring behind the fighters, the black girl throwing the goth a folding chair which she swung like a big-league all star.

It crashed into Rochell’s head from behind, sending her sprawling over and off of Lisa. The black girl quickly pulled Lisa away from her opponent, propping her up against a turnbuckle as the crowd booed furiously.

“Fuck you bitches!” Lisa shouted at the crowd between coughs, still regaining her composure as the white girl threw her weapon away and went to Lisa’s side as well, trading a complicated handshake with the black girl.

“See, Big Booty,” Lisa taunted as Rochell eased her way back to her feet uneasily. “These my bitches. Told them specific to show up if things got hot. They’re the Hartz sisters; Break…” The gothic white girl nodded coldly. “and Beat.” The black girl threw some gang symbols.

“Now show her how you got your names. Fuck up that chunky-ass bitch!!”