Things get... destructive

Delisha grabbed one of the 2 liter soda bottles and threw it at Melissa's head. She ducked just in time. The bottle hit the shelves behind her and shook them enough to knock things on the front of the shelves off. Melissa shrieked as she was pelted with cans of vegetables, and she let go of the leglock.

Freed, Delisha got to her feet. "Scram, ye bloody scanger, before I belt ye so hard ye'll be lookin at your own arse!"

"I have NO IDEA what you said, but I'll kick your ass for it anyway!" Melissa's response was to launch herself in a flying tackle.

The two girls slammed into the rack behind Delisha so hard that it toppled over backwards. Delisha landed on it, Melissa diving on her. Delisha got her feet under her though, and kicked off so hard that Melissa flipped over her head and landed half in half out of the doorway to the liquor store. Her dress, which wasn't made for fighting, had already ripped on one shoulder, showing her breasts. A small crowd of men were gathering.

Delisha hit Melissa with a massive punch that sent her sprawling down the stairs to land on the sidewalk. Her head ringing, Melissa rolled out of the way before Delisha could jump down on her.

"There's more to fighting than swinging like a moron!" Melissa yelled.

"Yer thinkin' of wrassling! THIS is fightin!"

Delisha charged again, but this time Melissa ran forward. The two girls got each other in bearhugs and staggered into the street. Luckily this was a small town with no traffic. Their arms locked together in such a way that neither one of them could do real damage, they staggered off the street and into the parking lot. Delisha got her feet under her and ran forward, slamming Melissa into the wall. Melissa's grip loosened enough for Delisha to let go with one arm and smack the back of her head into the wall. Melissa sank to a seated position.

"Right then, I'm done messin' with ye." Delisha ripped off her shirt and threw it overhead.