Yes they do

"Yeah, we do!" Said a familiar voice as all three women turn towards the ramp and out comes Delisha, bruised and sporting a black eye with her band the Wild Girls, along with their friend Juice as well Casey Luv and Mama Luv.

"Finally, someone is bringing sanity back to this madhouse." Scot says.

"Well, look what the cat has dragged in." Wendy smirks, "Didn't I see you get fucked in this very ring?"

"shoeht it you git! I kept me tetle and everyahne 'ad a fightin chance to get it, boeht dis..dis wrahng. el Diabla snap ooeht o' it girl! i know it may naht seem like it boeht you 'ave de whahle lahcker room waitin fahr you comb ooeht o' it and keck dis psycho betch in de ars!"

The crowd cheers.

"What do you say? El?"

Mama takes the mike from Delisha, "What I think Delisha is trying to say, that we know that you are unwell dear, we seen the tapes, so how about you come over here and let Mama take care of you as I, myself, had a recent experience of being under **** use that I just came out of only a few hours ago."

"**** use, is that why Mama was acting so strange in her match?" Debbie asks.

Juice takes the mike from Mama, "Yeah, dude and I know what it like to be broken by a complete cunt."

Mama then takes the mike away from Juice.

"Very interesting points." Wendy replies, "But let's see what the bride has to say for herself."

Devil Doll looks more confused as Wendy hands her the mike.

"I...I..."