Baroness and Delisha trade blows

Delisha and Baroness grabbed eachothers’ hands, wrenching eachothers’ arms back and forth. Delisha ducked and bashed a shoulder into Baroness’ gut, getting her to let go and stumble back. Delisha cracked her jaw with an uppercut, sending Baroness onto her plump ass.

“Should spend less time playin’ with your maids and more time practicin’, ya daft nutter.
I don’t know how you banged up Tikka.so bad…”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Baroness purred, suddenly lunging and grabbing Delisha’s foot, tripping her up. She applied a leg lock to the rocker, getting her on her belly as she screamed out in pain, hammering her fists on the mat.

As she fought against the Baroness’ hold, Delisha spied one of her maids moving around the ring. She had a miniature can of mace, watching Delisha with the same empty-eyed stare of all the other maids. She stopped on the ring apron next to Delisha’s face, shaking up the mace.

Delisha reacted quickly, kicking sharply to break out of the hold and running to the apron, clotheslining the maid off of the apron and knocking her out. “Not today, missy!”