Diabla and her group talks

Backstage...

Diabla comes into Mama’s dressing room.

“My amigos, we are next. Are you ready?

“Yes, but one problem sweetie. My daughter Casey is not coming.”

“What? Why?”

Casey sighs, “I’m not feeling well.”

She is putting her hands over her head and leans forward, “You are better off without me.”

Rochelle looks concern for her girlfriend while stroking her hair, “I better stay with her, just in case.”

“This is an eight-person tag match. We only got two. What can we do?”

“Don’t sell me sort.” Victora says coming from the corner, “I know I don’t have many matches under my belt, but I’m sure I can give the heat that you need.”

“And I think I help as well.” A voice says behind them.

They turn to see Humpalot standing in the doorway.

“I was just coming in to see how you were doing when I heard the news.”

“Can you fight, Doc?” Mama asks.

Humaplot, thinking about the deal she made with Tanya, says with a heavy heart, “Yes, I can fight. I know several sexual arts of fighting and the knowledge to break the control that Hera has over her gimps. And plus, as this league’s therapist I already got approval to fight think of foresight into the type of career I would have and took it it accordingly.”

“Great.” Mama slaps Humpalot on the shoulder, “Let’s get out into the ring.”

She turns to Casey, “Take care hun. We will see other after the match, okay?”

Casey nods her head.

The four women leaves as Casey starts to cry and Rochelle soothes her.