Yep

Delisha growled and threw a headbutt right into Becky’s nose. There were grown men who’d drop in the face of Delisha’s speeding forehead. Becky was stunned, allowing Delisha to grab her and hurl her over her head in a belly to belly suplex. Becky crash-landed on a trashcan, denting it and rolling out of the ring quickly, holding her back.

Delisha stripped the belt quickly from her neck, coughing. She looked around for a choice weapon, grinning as she selected a wooden guitar. “Now we’re talkin’,” she chuckled, scaling the ropes. As Becky regained her footing, she leapt off the turnbuckle, smashing the instrument to bits over Becky’s head and sending her back to the cold hard floor. She grabbed Becky by her foot, dragging her behind her through the mess of weapons. “Come on, you mangy git. I got plans for you…”