settle this in the ring

"You want mon belt, madame, you will tear it from my unconscious hands." Baroness cracked her knuckles but she raised her hand. "But eet shall be in ze ring. Official. In one week."

"And why should I?" Baroness snorted.
Mimi smiled warmly at her. "You see, I am not far from ze room of an old friend of yours."
Baroness looked confused when Mimi stepped aside and Delisha was behind her, immediately clocking Baroness in the face. Wanda went down, holding her bloodied nose and grunting in pain, shaking her head.

"Ain't nobody puts me in ANYthing frilly," Delisha snorted bullishly.

Mimi smiled and shrugged. "You make many enemies, Madmoiselle Winters. And I personally specialize in freeing your slaves, making you even more enemies. I am ze thorn to your side, oui?"

Baroness rubbed her nose and looked between them. She seemed a lot less inclined now that it not only wasn't her distinct advantage, but it was directly against her.
"So what do you say?" Mimi asked. "In ze ring or notheeng. And if you try anything don't think I won't have ze plan for you."