She has a condition...

"OK. So I just ditched my tag team partner, and you... want me back in another tag team. Great thinking." Riot took a big swig of her drink.

Becky was getting impatient. "So are you in, or not?"

"Depends." Riot laughed and took another drink. "Are you going to threaten to kick my ass if I don't?"

"I'm not going to threaten..." Becky said.

"Good!" Riot laughed again. "So you're serious enough to get violent over this. OK, you've convinced me you're worth my time. But I do have a condition."

Riot paused in case any of the girls objected, but Miss H only raised her eyebrow.

"You want me in your group as half of a tag team? I get to pick who I team with."

"Fine, but I get to pick a couple limits of my own" Becky said. "No Big Mama, no Baroness, and no men."

"You're easy. Because I was going to pick Monica anyway."

As if on cue, the latin gangster girl walked over. "If Riot thinks this is money, I'm in." was all she said.

"So now all we need is a sexfighter." Miss H was thinking out loud. "Unfortunately... all the nymphomaniacs seem to be good girls. The fans just can't get enough of women who have uncontrollable cravings for sex with other women."

"I wonder why." Wendy said sarcastically.

Miss H ignored her. "But who could we go for?"