Ann and Delisha square off

Both Delisha and Ann get into the ring with each other.

"Hello drunk." Ann smirks

"'ello lettle Ann." Delisha smirks herself, "I 'eard abooeht you lahsin yooehr belt. it's a cryin shame and all. Boeht it's no shame seein 'ow you lahst it to a Loehv."

"I had it longer then you did. More then a year I had that thing and I didn't lose it to no rookie Barbie either."

"Aye boeht i dedn't wear no peg tails and took it oehp in de ass by a teacher either." Delisha replies.

Ann scowls and spits in Delisha's face.

Everyone groan at that while Delisha takes it in stride, turning away while wiping the spit off.

Delisha then spins around and slaps Ann in the face.

Ann is taken back and touch her cheek before both women charge at each other and started punching and pulling each other's hair while they circle around the ring.

Priest leans and whispers to Tara, who is still stroking his cock, "I thought you said this was a friendly competition."

"Oh, it is. It just those two go at it all the time. It's fine. They will tire each other out and then tag one of us in. Just relax and enjoy the show."

"Oh, I plan too." Priest says with a smirk, trying to hold back a groan afterwards in which Tara can't help but smile at.