Ilsa comes in to help

Delisha gave a diving clothesline to Amazon’s throat, dropping her noisily to the mat. The rocker jumped on top of her chest and pounded away on Amazon’s face, not giving her a chance to get the initiative to fight back.

“Fight, you coward!” Ilsa barked from the corner, but Amazon was too busy having her brains rattled by Delisha’s punches. “Fuck this…”

Ilsa climbed into the ring and gave a huge boot to Delisha’s face, smashing her off her partner. She helped drag Amazon to her feet before the two grabbed Delisha by the hair together, setting up their Pose Off double team.

Amazon gave a double bicep flex casually as she locked her legs around Delisha’s neck in a standing head scissors.
“Not bad, partner. But check out these.” Ilsa wrapped her legs around Delisha’s waist, squeezing hard while flexing her pecs, making her tits jiggle by themselves.
“Zat is nothink.” Amazon leaned way over, showing off her muscled ass while she bent low enough to clamp Delisha in a chokehold, her thick bicep pressing on her throat.

That was all Tikka could take. She leapt over the ropes and charged in for the assist.