JENNY: Welcome back folks. We have another World title match coming up next. What?..........
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Hold on a minute. We are getting word that something has happened backstage.
When the camera switches to backstage, we see a blonde face down on the ground as medics rush into
the picture and check on her condition. It is Lena Johannesen.
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Hold on a minute. We are getting word that something has happened backstage.
When the camera switches to backstage, we see a blonde face down on the ground as medics rush into
the picture and check on her condition. It is Lena Johannesen.
DING!
With a grimace on her face, Lena limped from her corner as agony ricocheted up and down her spine
while Bobbi slowly strode toward her.
BOBBI: I’ll do something I usually don’t do: I’ll give you a chance. You can lay down for me and save
yourself more pain or I can make sure you spend the night in the hospital. It’s your choice.
LENA: I’m still not a pushover and after this is over, you’ll be the one wondering what went wrong.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Bobbi slammed a vicious boot into Lena’s stomach, doubling over the
Norwegian beauty. Quickly, the buxom blonde locked a front facelock on Lena before she grabbed a
handful of her opponent’s shorts and lifted her into the air. Bobbi took two steps toward the ropes before
she dropped her foe across the top rope and then used the momentum to drive Lena into the canvas
with a slingshot suplex which elicited another howl of agony from the Norwegian beauty.
Bobbi hovered behind the pained blonde as she struggled to get to her feet. When she did, Bobbi
moved in, spun Lena around and slammed a boot into the Norwegian beauty’s stomach. The buxom
bombshell then grabbed Lena and nailed her with her finisher, THE BLONDE BOMB [Stone Cold
Stunner]. The Bod immediately bounced off the canvas and came to a rest near the ropes where Bobbi
covered her for the match.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-
At the very last second, Lena draped her leg over the bottom rope and prevented Bobbi from her
celebration. Frustrated, Bobbi jumped to her feet and began arguing with the referee over what she
perceived to be a slow count.
JENNY: Unreal. Lena somehow had the presence of mind of where the ropes were.
STACY: Bobbi has a legitimate beef; that was a very slow count.
Slowly, Lena began using the ropes to get off the mat while Bobbi eyed her with contempt. When the
busty blonde moved in, she again nailed Lena with a boot to the mid-section. However, when Bobbi
locked on a front facelock, the Norwegian reacted with a stiff shot to her opponent’s kidney. The blow
loosened the centerfold’s grip and allowed The Bod to lift her foe onto her shoulders in a fireman’s
carry. Abruptly, Lena spun Bobbi around and nailed her with her finisher, THE NORDIC KNOCKOUT
[Fireman’s Carry into a Diamond Cutter].
Unfortunately, the move seemed to take as much out of Lena as it did Bobbi; both women lay on the
canvas unmoving. Finally, Lena somehow willed herself into motion and crawled over to where Bobbi
lay. The Norwegian beauty draped an arm across her opponent’s massive chest and waited for the
official to count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Bobbi reacted, seemingly on instinct and rolled her shoulder off the canvas, preventing Lena from a
miraculous win.
JENNY: Oh boy! Lena came oh-so-close to pulling off the upset.
STACY: Bobbi got careless there and nearly paid for it. Still, she needs one good move before she tries
to apply her finisher.
Seconds ticked by as both women struggled to get to their feet. Finally, it was Bobbi who seemed a bit
fresher than her opponent. As the busty blonde moved forward, she stopped in her tracks and collapsed
to the canvas holding her head. Lena, still suffering from her earlier beating, started to move in, but then
stopped and backed up into the neutral corner to gather her strength.
Slowly, Bobbi crawled across the mat toward the corner opposite where Lena was recovering. Ignoring
the official asking if she wanted to continue, the well-endowed blonde used the ropes to pull herself up, a
dazed look on her face. Just as Bobbi stood, Lena raced from her corner and then launched herself at
her opponent.
Like a shot, Bobbi came awake and sidestepped the airborne blonde, allowing Lena to shoot through the
ropes and slam shoulder-first into the steel ringpost. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lena’s lips as
shockwaves of agony rippled throughout her body while Bobbi smiled to the crowd and pointed to her
head, proud that she had suckered her opponent into the desperation move.
JENNY: Ouch! I think Lena just cost herself the match.
STACY: She cost herself the match when she decided to get in the ring. Bobbi is just finishing the job.
Pressing her advantage, Bobbi grabbed hold of Lena’s shorts, pulled her from the corner and locked on
a front facelock. Suddenly, the sexy bombshell jumped into the air and drove Lena’s skull into the
canvas with a sick-looking implant DDT. A warbled cry escaped the Norwegian’s lips as she convulsed
on the mat before going still and Bobbi’s fans began chanting her name.
The spectacular blonde waved to her cheering fans before she suddenly removed her halter top,
exposing her magnificent breasts. With her opponent semi-conscious, Bobbi dropped onto Lena’s torso,
pinning her arms at her side and smiled down at her helpless foe. The buxom blonde kissed Lena on the
lips before she leaned forward and placed her breasts over the Norwegian’s face, her finisher, THE
DOUBLE 8-BALL [breast smother] locked in.
Lena began to kick her legs while she could only clench and unclench her hands; her arms pinned at her
side. Using what strength she had, The Bod tried to buck off her opponent but to no avail. After a few
seconds, Lena’s movements slowed to almost nothing. Just before the Norwegian stopped moving, the
official mercifully called for the bell and ordered Bobbi to release her opponent.
DING! DING! DING!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner and advancing to the next round of the World Title Tournament, Bobbi
Billard!
The sexy blonde moved over her opponent and placed a boot on Lena’s chest as the referee tried to
revive the Norwegian grappler. A few seconds later, Lena came back to consciousness, hacking and
coughing while Bobbi waved to her fans before she exited the ring.
JENNY: Well, at least now Lena can get the medical attention she needs.
STACY: Uh, maybe not. Take a look.
Just then, Pauline Nordin emerged from the back. The lightweight strode down the ramp, bumped aside
a stunned Bobbi and then slid into the ring.
With a grimace on her face, Lena limped from her corner as agony ricocheted up and down her spine
while Bobbi slowly strode toward her.
BOBBI: I’ll do something I usually don’t do: I’ll give you a chance. You can lay down for me and save
yourself more pain or I can make sure you spend the night in the hospital. It’s your choice.
LENA: I’m still not a pushover and after this is over, you’ll be the one wondering what went wrong.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Bobbi slammed a vicious boot into Lena’s stomach, doubling over the
Norwegian beauty. Quickly, the buxom blonde locked a front facelock on Lena before she grabbed a
handful of her opponent’s shorts and lifted her into the air. Bobbi took two steps toward the ropes before
she dropped her foe across the top rope and then used the momentum to drive Lena into the canvas
with a slingshot suplex which elicited another howl of agony from the Norwegian beauty.
Bobbi hovered behind the pained blonde as she struggled to get to her feet. When she did, Bobbi
moved in, spun Lena around and slammed a boot into the Norwegian beauty’s stomach. The buxom
bombshell then grabbed Lena and nailed her with her finisher, THE BLONDE BOMB [Stone Cold
Stunner]. The Bod immediately bounced off the canvas and came to a rest near the ropes where Bobbi
covered her for the match.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-
At the very last second, Lena draped her leg over the bottom rope and prevented Bobbi from her
celebration. Frustrated, Bobbi jumped to her feet and began arguing with the referee over what she
perceived to be a slow count.
JENNY: Unreal. Lena somehow had the presence of mind of where the ropes were.
STACY: Bobbi has a legitimate beef; that was a very slow count.
Slowly, Lena began using the ropes to get off the mat while Bobbi eyed her with contempt. When the
busty blonde moved in, she again nailed Lena with a boot to the mid-section. However, when Bobbi
locked on a front facelock, the Norwegian reacted with a stiff shot to her opponent’s kidney. The blow
loosened the centerfold’s grip and allowed The Bod to lift her foe onto her shoulders in a fireman’s
carry. Abruptly, Lena spun Bobbi around and nailed her with her finisher, THE NORDIC KNOCKOUT
[Fireman’s Carry into a Diamond Cutter].
Unfortunately, the move seemed to take as much out of Lena as it did Bobbi; both women lay on the
canvas unmoving. Finally, Lena somehow willed herself into motion and crawled over to where Bobbi
lay. The Norwegian beauty draped an arm across her opponent’s massive chest and waited for the
official to count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Bobbi reacted, seemingly on instinct and rolled her shoulder off the canvas, preventing Lena from a
miraculous win.
JENNY: Oh boy! Lena came oh-so-close to pulling off the upset.
STACY: Bobbi got careless there and nearly paid for it. Still, she needs one good move before she tries
to apply her finisher.
Seconds ticked by as both women struggled to get to their feet. Finally, it was Bobbi who seemed a bit
fresher than her opponent. As the busty blonde moved forward, she stopped in her tracks and collapsed
to the canvas holding her head. Lena, still suffering from her earlier beating, started to move in, but then
stopped and backed up into the neutral corner to gather her strength.
Slowly, Bobbi crawled across the mat toward the corner opposite where Lena was recovering. Ignoring
the official asking if she wanted to continue, the well-endowed blonde used the ropes to pull herself up, a
dazed look on her face. Just as Bobbi stood, Lena raced from her corner and then launched herself at
her opponent.
Like a shot, Bobbi came awake and sidestepped the airborne blonde, allowing Lena to shoot through the
ropes and slam shoulder-first into the steel ringpost. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lena’s lips as
shockwaves of agony rippled throughout her body while Bobbi smiled to the crowd and pointed to her
head, proud that she had suckered her opponent into the desperation move.
JENNY: Ouch! I think Lena just cost herself the match.
STACY: She cost herself the match when she decided to get in the ring. Bobbi is just finishing the job.
Pressing her advantage, Bobbi grabbed hold of Lena’s shorts, pulled her from the corner and locked on
a front facelock. Suddenly, the sexy bombshell jumped into the air and drove Lena’s skull into the
canvas with a sick-looking implant DDT. A warbled cry escaped the Norwegian’s lips as she convulsed
on the mat before going still and Bobbi’s fans began chanting her name.
The spectacular blonde waved to her cheering fans before she suddenly removed her halter top,
exposing her magnificent breasts. With her opponent semi-conscious, Bobbi dropped onto Lena’s torso,
pinning her arms at her side and smiled down at her helpless foe. The buxom blonde kissed Lena on the
lips before she leaned forward and placed her breasts over the Norwegian’s face, her finisher, THE
DOUBLE 8-BALL [breast smother] locked in.
Lena began to kick her legs while she could only clench and unclench her hands; her arms pinned at her
side. Using what strength she had, The Bod tried to buck off her opponent but to no avail. After a few
seconds, Lena’s movements slowed to almost nothing. Just before the Norwegian stopped moving, the
official mercifully called for the bell and ordered Bobbi to release her opponent.
DING! DING! DING!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner and advancing to the next round of the World Title Tournament, Bobbi
Billard!
The sexy blonde moved over her opponent and placed a boot on Lena’s chest as the referee tried to
revive the Norwegian grappler. A few seconds later, Lena came back to consciousness, hacking and
coughing while Bobbi waved to her fans before she exited the ring.
JENNY: Well, at least now Lena can get the medical attention she needs.
STACY: Uh, maybe not. Take a look.
Just then, Pauline Nordin emerged from the back. The lightweight strode down the ramp, bumped aside
a stunned Bobbi and then slid into the ring.
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JENNY: Well, we’re back and I simply cannot believe we are about to have this match.
STACY: Lena is being very foolish, but she really wants to advance in the world title tournament.
JENNY: After the beating she just suffered, I’m amazed she can even stand, let alone come out her to
wrestle.
STACY: Well, I’m sure Bobbi will appreciate Lena’s grit……right after she puts her out with the Double 8
Ball.
JENNY: That’s yet to be seen. Let’s just go to the ring announcer for the introductions.
RING ANNOUNCER: This is another World Title Tournament match. Introducing first, from Mission
Viejo, California…..she stands five feet-eight inches tall and weighs one hundred thirty pounds, here is
Bobbi Billard!
Bobbi danced onto the stage and began gyrating to a thunderous ovation. The blonde flashed her
winning smile as many of the men in the audience began chanting her name. Slowly, the buxom beauty
slinked down to the ring, basking in the cheers. Bobbi wore a black halter triangle top, matching spandex
shorts, matching kneepads and black wrestling boots. She slid into the ring and popped to her feet,
careful to jiggle her bountiful bust for the males in the crowd. After the official inspected her for weapons
other than her breasts, Bobbi returned to her corner to await the arrival of her opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing five feet-six inches tall and weighing one hundred
thirty-eight pounds, she is from Oslo, Norway, she is The Bod, Lena Johannesen!!
Lena limped onto the stage, alternating between holding her ribs and her back. The crowd gave her a
polite ovation, clearly concerned about her well-being. The Bod wore a powder blue halter top with white
trim, white spandex shorts with powder blue trim and white wrestling boots and she shuffled down the
ramp toward the ring.
As she reached the squared circle, Lena rolled underneath the bottom rope and with great effort, used
the ropes to rise. Seeing the blonde’s weakened state, the referee came over and quickly checked her
while reciting the instructions for the bout. A second later, the official retreated to center ring, ready to
wave on the opening bell.
JENNY: This really needs to be stopped.
STACY: Sssssh! We’re about to start the fun.
STACY: Lena is being very foolish, but she really wants to advance in the world title tournament.
JENNY: After the beating she just suffered, I’m amazed she can even stand, let alone come out her to
wrestle.
STACY: Well, I’m sure Bobbi will appreciate Lena’s grit……right after she puts her out with the Double 8
Ball.
JENNY: That’s yet to be seen. Let’s just go to the ring announcer for the introductions.
RING ANNOUNCER: This is another World Title Tournament match. Introducing first, from Mission
Viejo, California…..she stands five feet-eight inches tall and weighs one hundred thirty pounds, here is
Bobbi Billard!
Bobbi danced onto the stage and began gyrating to a thunderous ovation. The blonde flashed her
winning smile as many of the men in the audience began chanting her name. Slowly, the buxom beauty
slinked down to the ring, basking in the cheers. Bobbi wore a black halter triangle top, matching spandex
shorts, matching kneepads and black wrestling boots. She slid into the ring and popped to her feet,
careful to jiggle her bountiful bust for the males in the crowd. After the official inspected her for weapons
other than her breasts, Bobbi returned to her corner to await the arrival of her opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing five feet-six inches tall and weighing one hundred
thirty-eight pounds, she is from Oslo, Norway, she is The Bod, Lena Johannesen!!
Lena limped onto the stage, alternating between holding her ribs and her back. The crowd gave her a
polite ovation, clearly concerned about her well-being. The Bod wore a powder blue halter top with white
trim, white spandex shorts with powder blue trim and white wrestling boots and she shuffled down the
ramp toward the ring.
As she reached the squared circle, Lena rolled underneath the bottom rope and with great effort, used
the ropes to rise. Seeing the blonde’s weakened state, the referee came over and quickly checked her
while reciting the instructions for the bout. A second later, the official retreated to center ring, ready to
wave on the opening bell.
JENNY: This really needs to be stopped.
STACY: Sssssh! We’re about to start the fun.
JENNY: We’ve got Alexis backstage. Alexis, what is going on?
ALEXIS: Jen, it seems medics just discovered Lena after an attack. She was initially unconscious and
unresponsive, but seems to be coming around now.
Slowly, Lena rolled onto her side and screamed loudly as she quickly clutched at her ribs first and then
her back. A look of agony came across the Norwegian beauty as she tried to block out her pain and get
up. The medics began pleading with her not to move but despite their objections, the muscular blonde
somehow struggled to her feet and after taking a step, immediately collapsed to her knees.
JENNY: Oh God! It looks like somebody has beaten the crap out of Lena.
ALEXIS: Yes it does Jen. You may not be able to see it clearly, but her lower lip is split and there seems
to be blood in her hair on the back of her head.
LENA: GET THE FUCK OFF ME!
The blonde shoved the medical personnel aside and once again made it to her feet. Blood rimmed
around the corners of Lena’s mouth as she once again clutched at her ribs. But before the Norwegian
beauty could take another step, the General Manager, Debra Ann Miceli appeared.
ALEXIS: Jen, it seems medics just discovered Lena after an attack. She was initially unconscious and
unresponsive, but seems to be coming around now.
Slowly, Lena rolled onto her side and screamed loudly as she quickly clutched at her ribs first and then
her back. A look of agony came across the Norwegian beauty as she tried to block out her pain and get
up. The medics began pleading with her not to move but despite their objections, the muscular blonde
somehow struggled to her feet and after taking a step, immediately collapsed to her knees.
JENNY: Oh God! It looks like somebody has beaten the crap out of Lena.
ALEXIS: Yes it does Jen. You may not be able to see it clearly, but her lower lip is split and there seems
to be blood in her hair on the back of her head.
LENA: GET THE FUCK OFF ME!
The blonde shoved the medical personnel aside and once again made it to her feet. Blood rimmed
around the corners of Lena’s mouth as she once again clutched at her ribs. But before the Norwegian
beauty could take another step, the General Manager, Debra Ann Miceli appeared.
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DEBRA: For God’s sake Lena, what happened to you?
LENA: Aaargh! (holding the back of her head) I don’t know. I was doing some stretching and somebody
hit me from behind. I barely remember anything else.
DEBRA: Lena, stop being foolish. You’re hurt and you need medical attention.
LENA: Hell no. It’ll take more than a blow to the head and some bruised ribs to keep me down.
DEBRA: Lena, be reasonable. Your ribs are probably cracked and you look like you can barely stand.
You’re in no shape to wrestle anybody let alone Bobbi Billard.
LENA: Debra, I’m going to go out there and if anybody gets in my way, they will pay big time.
DEBRA: (shaking her head) If you want to risk your career like this, I won’t stand in your way. But the
first sign that you cannot defend yourself, the match is over. Got it?
LENA: (coughing) That’s fine. It won’t be that long of a match.
With that, the blonde staggered off down the hallway, leaving behind a dismayed Debra and concerned
medics.
JENNY: This is unbelievable. Somebody needs to stop Lena from doing this.
STACY: And who is going to get in her way?
JENNY: SOMEBODY needs to. We’re going to take a break and come right back.
LENA: Aaargh! (holding the back of her head) I don’t know. I was doing some stretching and somebody
hit me from behind. I barely remember anything else.
DEBRA: Lena, stop being foolish. You’re hurt and you need medical attention.
LENA: Hell no. It’ll take more than a blow to the head and some bruised ribs to keep me down.
DEBRA: Lena, be reasonable. Your ribs are probably cracked and you look like you can barely stand.
You’re in no shape to wrestle anybody let alone Bobbi Billard.
LENA: Debra, I’m going to go out there and if anybody gets in my way, they will pay big time.
DEBRA: (shaking her head) If you want to risk your career like this, I won’t stand in your way. But the
first sign that you cannot defend yourself, the match is over. Got it?
LENA: (coughing) That’s fine. It won’t be that long of a match.
With that, the blonde staggered off down the hallway, leaving behind a dismayed Debra and concerned
medics.
JENNY: This is unbelievable. Somebody needs to stop Lena from doing this.
STACY: And who is going to get in her way?
JENNY: SOMEBODY needs to. We’re going to take a break and come right back.
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JENNY: This is bad. Lena cannot defend herself and unless she is here to help Lena, Pauline has no
business out here.
STACY: Maybe she’s just down here to help Lena.
Slowly, the lightweight began to help Lena to her feet; the Norwegian grappler wincing in pain and
holding her ribs as she did. Suddenly, Pauline hoisted Lena onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Demonstrating her strength, the lightweight threw the blonde into air and then dropped to the canvas,
allowing Lena to smash stomach first into her knees; The Bod collapsed onto the mat, moaning loudly
while she held her mid-section courtesy of Pauline's COAT OF ARMS [fireman's carry into a double knee
gutbuster].
Barely suppressing a sneer, Pauline then yanked Lena up by her hair before she took her former mentor
in her arms and pressed her high over her head. Abruptly, the lightweight dropped Lena down,
smashing the blonde’s spine across her knee with her finisher, THE VENICE BEACH BLAST [military
drop into a backbreaker]. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lena’s lips as she collapsed to the mat,
twitching in agony.
JENNY: Somebody needs to stop this.
STACY: Why? The show is not over yet.
Still showing no emotion, Pauline dragged Lena up by her hair again and then hoisted her onto her
shoulders. The brunette began pulling on the blonde’s leg with one arm and the other wrapped
underneath Lena’s chin as she locked in her finisher, THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME [modified torture
rack]. The inverted over-the-shoulder torture rack had Lena screaming her lungs out until something
popped in her ribcage and the blonde began coughing up blood.
Thankfully, security rushed down to the ring and pulled Lena from Pauline’s grasp. Barely breathing
hard, Ultima looked past the security force at her twitching victim, allowing a thin smirk to come across
her face before she exited the ring and headed up the ramp past medical personnel on their way to the
ring.
JENNY: I don’t understand why Pauline was out here, but I think she may have injured Lena badly.
STACY: I think Ultima has just staked her claim as one of the most dangerous women here in the A.F.W.
JENNY: I’m sure Lena would agree. We’ll be back with more action.
business out here.
STACY: Maybe she’s just down here to help Lena.
Slowly, the lightweight began to help Lena to her feet; the Norwegian grappler wincing in pain and
holding her ribs as she did. Suddenly, Pauline hoisted Lena onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Demonstrating her strength, the lightweight threw the blonde into air and then dropped to the canvas,
allowing Lena to smash stomach first into her knees; The Bod collapsed onto the mat, moaning loudly
while she held her mid-section courtesy of Pauline's COAT OF ARMS [fireman's carry into a double knee
gutbuster].
Barely suppressing a sneer, Pauline then yanked Lena up by her hair before she took her former mentor
in her arms and pressed her high over her head. Abruptly, the lightweight dropped Lena down,
smashing the blonde’s spine across her knee with her finisher, THE VENICE BEACH BLAST [military
drop into a backbreaker]. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lena’s lips as she collapsed to the mat,
twitching in agony.
JENNY: Somebody needs to stop this.
STACY: Why? The show is not over yet.
Still showing no emotion, Pauline dragged Lena up by her hair again and then hoisted her onto her
shoulders. The brunette began pulling on the blonde’s leg with one arm and the other wrapped
underneath Lena’s chin as she locked in her finisher, THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME [modified torture
rack]. The inverted over-the-shoulder torture rack had Lena screaming her lungs out until something
popped in her ribcage and the blonde began coughing up blood.
Thankfully, security rushed down to the ring and pulled Lena from Pauline’s grasp. Barely breathing
hard, Ultima looked past the security force at her twitching victim, allowing a thin smirk to come across
her face before she exited the ring and headed up the ramp past medical personnel on their way to the
ring.
JENNY: I don’t understand why Pauline was out here, but I think she may have injured Lena badly.
STACY: I think Ultima has just staked her claim as one of the most dangerous women here in the A.F.W.
JENNY: I’m sure Lena would agree. We’ll be back with more action.