Number 3: Harley Quinn

After pulling her panti--shorts back up, Wonder Woman noticed the crowd counting down to the next entrant, training her eyes to the ramp - and allowing Canary a chance to roll for safety after being stomped on - as the final seconds ticked away before the buzzer sounded.

After a second or so of silence, "Carousel" by Melanie Martinez played over the PA speaker allowing some to try and make a guess before the screens came alive with the scattering of a deck of cards that'd reveal the name of the third entrant.

"Quinn," said Diana while glaring at the screen.

Dinah, meanwhile, groaned. "Great...as if we needed her of all people to join us in this..." Suddenly, something caught the blonde's eye, something she follows as it enters the ring. "DIANA, BEHIND YOU!"

Hearing her fellow heroine, Diana tries to turn around in time only to feel a line drive of a blow from a bat - thankfully, a wooden one - as it connected with her lower back. "AGH!" The blow dropped the Amazon to a knee briefly before she tried to rise back onto her feet only for the air to be driven out of her with a stiff blow to the gut.

Not wanting the Harlequin of Hate a chance to further her advantage, Dinah pushed herself out of the corner to rush at her fellow blonde to grab the bat on the backswing to try and rip it out of Quinn's hands - and in the process, allow her to see what she had on; in her signature colors of red and black, Harley wore a zipped up tank top & short shorts, thigh-high socks & sneakers, and gloves. The gloves were giving her enough grip to hold onto her weapon of choice but seeing the tug of war not going her way...

"Ya want this so badly, birdie? Fine, take it!"

...she'd let it go while booting the birdie right where she might lay her eggs, causing Canary to cry out in pain while sinking to her knees. Smirking at her work, Harley turned back to the downed Diana, who was in the middle of a coughing fit.

"Heh, really took ya breathe away, didn't I Wondy; surprised you're apart of this anyway. What's the matter? Yours and birdie's boys aren't keeping ya happy?"

"Nngh...silence...you harpy..."

"Aww...but I'm just getting started! Oh well, if you need a break from me, allow me to help." Grabbing the back of Diana's hair and shorts, Harley would pull the latter up the ass of the Amazon (Diana: "BY THE GODS!"), and use all that leverage to throw her shoulder first into a nearby ring post, sending her clattering to the ringside floor. "Now then, while you nap, I'll play with the pretty birdy," she'd say while turning her attention towards Canary who was tending to her wounded womanhood.