Comfort the young wrestler

"Dere dere now." Delisha hugging Petty, "Yooehr moehm wahn't be disappointed you. She lahves you."

"Really?" Petty asks, wiping a tear away.

"Yeah, I mean in de mahst depraved way dat I ever seen a mahther to lahve 'er daoehghter, boeht yeah. You see what she's doin is tryin to make you strahng. to make you tooehgh. Because if you figure ooeht lass dis spahrt is tooehgh."

"Yeah, it is." Petty chuckles, "Was your mother ever this way?"

"Me moehm?" Delisha thinks about her latest confrontation with her mother where she was fucked by her and then pissed on by her and where Delisha did the same afterwards.

Delisha chuckles, "Yeah, i wooehld say she poeht me throoehgh de same shet. Boeht you were loehcky. you 'ave yooehr brahther wit you. I'ad to do dis all me own. I 'ad me first bar fight at age fefteen."

"Fifteen? Your mom must've been upset."

"No." Delisha chuckles again, "She was de one I was in de bar fight wit."

Petty seems a little stunned by this.

Delisha continues, "Den at eighteen me moehm poeht in a fight wit boehnch o' chaps arooehnd de neighbahrhood dat ended oehp in a gang bang. She wanted to teach me abooeht naht gettin ahverwhelmed in a fight. Best night o' me life."

Delisha laughs and sees that Petty looks almost horrified.

Delihsa clears her throat, "You see me moehm was tooehgh ahn me as yooehrs is ahn you. Dey want oehs to soehcceed and de ahnly way dey can do dat is by foehckin oehs oehp."

"Yeah, I think I get it. Win or lose, as long as stay tough, Mama won't be upset with me."

Delisha claps Petty on the back, "Dat's de spirit! You gettin it!"

Petty stands up, "Yeah, I think I got it now. I think I can do this. Now if only can get Timmy with me on the same page."

Delisha is kind a silent, "I can't 'elp you dere mate. frahm what i seen o' yooehr brahther. 'e's a gahner."

"Yeah, he is." Petty looks up at Delisha, "But I got to try. Bye I gotta to talk to Timmy. Thanks for the tip."

Petty then runs off.

Delisha yells, "Anytime lass! Anytime! You can always cooehnt ahn aoehnt Delesha to 'elp you in yooehr time o' need!"

Delisha watches Petty takes off and gives a sigh of relief that at least something worked out. She turns and then starts to think about her mum. It's strange she thinks she would've have heard about her about now. She should be back in Ireland fucking the local constabulary to get out of jail and then texting Delisha about it. Maybe she should give her a call...

"Del!"

Delisha turns around and sees Shannon and Tawnee in the locker room entrance, looking like a hot mess from their match.

"We are goin to get sahme drenks to celebrate. care to join?"

Delisha nods her head, "Soon mate. Soon. Keep a cahld one oehp fahr me." Delisha then turns back to where Petty was and where only the towel where her tears were wiped are still there, "I want to watch a certain match befahre I join ya."