They sign the contract

Tanya then looks at Mimi, who sits down, as Tracey puts down the contract.

"So....like. Here's your contract." Tracey says as Mimi looks at it, "That says besides fighting at Jobbermania with Delisha in a **** on the rope match. You do get a guarantee shot at the Sex Championship if you win."

The crowd boos.

"And free rights to your image and persona and able to enslave any one you like."

"Thank you Tracey."

"Oh, and we also get a percentage off your merchandise."

"Thank you Tracey."

Mimi looks at Tracey suspiciously.

"Oh, don't worry. It's only about...."

"Thank you Tracey!" Tanya yells at Tracey, who slowly backs away.

Tanya looks at Mimi, "So, what is it going to be. If you don't sign. Then you will have no protection from me against Delisha. And who knows what that crazy red hair Irish dyke will do to get her girlfriend back."

Mimi thinks about it and quickly signs.

Tanya smiles, "Good girl."

"About, damn bloody time." A familiar voice says on the jumbotron.

Everyone looks up and sees Delisha on the screen, "We were wondereng w'en dat slag was gonna to sign de bloody contract"

The screen goes wide screen with the Humilitrix bound in the middle, her breasts perking up from in-between the ropes as she on her knees with Delisha, Tara, and Ann around her stroking their strapons.

"Weren't we girls?"