Ellen seems to have an advantage.

Tiffany looks up at Ellen, gritting her teeth.

"Aah!" She yells as she jumps and pulls at Ellen's hair, which was supposed to make Ellen's head connect with Tiffany's knee, but she could barely jump up there and all manage to accomplish was making Ellen's head bobble as if she was a rock concert.

Ellen punches Tiffany in the face, disorienting her and then picked her up and spun her around before falling her to the mat.

Tiffany's head bounce up and down as she saw stars.

"You're wrestler seems to beaten." Tifa adds as she continues to pet Timmy as if he was some sort of pet. "This is the type of entertainment I'm suppose to expect from the American League?"

"Give it a few seconds." Tanya says as she grits her teeth. She then looks at you and points down with her long finger nail, "You."

"M….me…" You point to yourself.

"No, the other loser! Get down and pleasure me. I don't care if it's by fingers or tongue, but so help you god it better be good."

You slowly goes towards your boss, but not before you see Tiffany get up with teeth showing and blood dripping from her broken lip. She looks over her shoulder and kicks Ellen in the knee. The big muscular spy falters on one knee as Tiffany jumps and does a flying knee to her face, this time connecting.

Ellen falls to the mats as Tiffany looks down with triumph.

"See." Tanya says with a boastful smile, "Sometimes my girls just need a little warming up before the real fun begin."