DING!
Fawnia shadowboxed her way out of corner as she mocked Whitney and her area of expertise.
Conversely, Whitney slowed made her way toward the Erotic One and once she was within reach, like a
viper uncoiling, The Blonde Assassin struck with a straight right hand that dropped Fawnia like a sack of
bricks. With lightning quickness, Whitney jumped atop the fallen blonde and began to nail her with
stinging right hands that the Erotic One failed to block mostly. Had it not been for Heidi warning Whitney
to cease and desist or get disqualified, the match would have been over right there.
On shaky legs, The Erotic One slowly got to her feet and staggered forward to face her determined foe.
Whitney strode in and as she started to fire off a thrust to Fawnia’s torso, the erratic blonde landed a two-
fingered eye poke that stopped the Gladiator in her tracks and left her temporarily blinded. Fawnia then
stepped toward her foe and laced into her with a wicked, open-handed slap that left a palm print across
Whitney left cheek.
The unstable blonde nodded to the fans before she struck the Crane pose from Karate Kid and leapt
into the air to deliver a front kick. Instead of connecting though, Whitney slid underneath the move and
hit Fawnia a thrust to the blonde’s solar plexus that left her in pain and gasping for breath. With The
Erotic One defenseless, Whitney leaned back before she nailed her foe with a double palm strike to the
chest that sent Fawnia flying across the mat.
LISA: What a strike from Whitney! If Fawnia thought her attire would elicit a response from Whitney, it
has; just not the one I think she was hoping for.
JENNY: Fawnia always finds a way to throw her opponents off their game; Whitney will be no different.
The Blonde Assassin moved in quickly, yanked the dazed Fawnia to her feet and laced into her with a
lightning quick pair of thrust to her stomach and rib cage. A thrust to the kidney of The Erotic One
forced her to drop her hands and Whitney then nailed her foe with a spinning backfist that spun Fawnia
around and dropped her to her knees. The lethal blonde martial artist spun around and slammed a
short, spin kick into the back of Fawnia’s head that left the erratic blonde draped across the middle
rope. But once again, Heidi moved in and ordered Whitney to back away as the crowd booed the inept
official’s decision.
As Fawnia used the ropes and struggled to stand, Whitney moved in again and continued her assault.
The Blonde Assassin turned the unstable blonde to face her and landed a resounding knife-edged
chop. A second chop quickly followed and then a third that caused Fawnia to bend at the waist. Whitney
quickly locked on a front facelock and then hooked her foe’s near leg before she spun into the blonde
and nailed her with THE HARCHANKO HAMMER [Fisherman Neckbreaker] before she covered The
Erotic One for the pin.
ONE…
TWO...
TH-
Somehow, Fawnia managed to stretch her foot far enough to fall across the bottom rope nearby and
force the contest to continue.
LISA: That was too close for Fawnia. I feel she is in over her head and the end is near for her.
JENNY: Then that feeling you have must be what you had for lunch because I don’t get the same
feeling.
As Fawnia rose while she massaged her throbbing neck, Whitney grabbed her from behind, spun her
around and booted the blonde in the stomach, doubling her over. The Blonde Assassin quickly locked
on a double underhook armlock before she dropped straight down and drove The Erotic One’s skull into
the mat with a sick-looking double underhook DDT; the maneuver left Fawnia rolling on her side and
holding her head in agony.
Whitney crossed to the far side of the ring and exited onto ring apron as Fawnia tried to shake off the
DDT effects. When Heidi asked Fawnia if she could continue, the blonde shot her a dirty look and
struggled to her feet. As The Erotic One started to turn around, Whitney leapt onto the top rope and
used it to springboard forward and nail Fawnia with springboard flying forearm to the jaw.
The Blonde Assassin rolled onto her knees and spun around to face the stunned Fawnia. When the
unstable blonde sat up, Whitney grabbed her, flipped her onto her stomach and locked on a front
facelock choke. The blonde martial artist leaned into her foe and tightened the deadly hold while Fawnia
struggled to escape. As Heidi dropped down and asked Fawnia if she wanted to quit, the Erotic One
hissed out a ‘NO’ as she started to crawl backwards toward the ropes. Just as it seemed like Whitney’s
choke could get no tighter, the erratic blonde grazed the bottom rope with her foot and Heidi called for
the break.
LISA: Fawnia escaped yet again. This is what happens when you take your opponent lightly.
JENNY: Are you stupid? This is a result of our power-hungry General Manager forcing Fawnia to
wrestle tonight when she wasn’t scheduled to.
As Whitney moved in to pull Fawnia up, the Erotic One slammed a closed fist into her foe’s kidney; the
move stunned the martial artist long enough for the unstable blonde to rake the eyes of the Blonde
Assassin. When Whitney blindly stumbled away along the ropes, Fawnia shot to her feet and grabbed
her opponent with a double handful of hair. Then, The Erotic One pressed Whitney’s face against the
rough top rope and raked her eyes along the coarse surface, blinding her further.
When Whitney dropped to her knees, Fawnia pressed her foe’s throat across the middle rope and
pressed down with a knee to the back of the Blonde Assassin’s head. With the sexy martial artist’s air
supply interrupted, Fawnia added to her misery as she dug her fingernails into the eyes of Whitney. As
the Hollywood blonde futilely tried to dislodge her tormentor’s hands from her eyes, her feet beat a tattoo
into the canvas as her lungs screamed for air. Finally, Heidi began a slow count and just before she
reached five, Fawnia relented and released her victim.
The deranged blonde attacked again and pulled the still gasping Whitney away from the ropes. Fawnia
tilted her foe’s head back and drove the point of her elbow into the throat of the Blonde Assassin. The
blonde martial artist began to gag as she dropped to the mat and clutched at her throat. Fawnia
hovered over her opponent with a sick-looking smile on her face before she ran toward the rope. As The
Erotic One rebounded, she landed a running legdrop across Whitney’s throat.
JENNY: See what happens when your opponent can’t breathe?
LISA: A minute ago, it was Fawnia who was gasping for air.
JENNY: That was then; this is now. Keep up, will you?
As Whitney tried to catch her breath, Fawnia went into a mock martial arts flurry behind the rising
blonde. When the Blonde Assassin finally made it back to a vertical base, Fawnia pulled her over to the
ropes and draped her throat across the top rope. When Heidi move in, but failed to start a count right
away, the Erotic One turned Whitney around, leapt onto her back and wrapped her legs around the
blonde’s throat with a figure-four leglock. The unstable blonde then grabbed her foe’s left arm and
leaned back over the ropes, her signature move, THE POLEWORK [Inverted Figure 4-Headscissors and
Armbar Over the Ropes] locked in.
Trapped, Whitney could do little other than wait for Heidi to do her job and count. Finally, the useless
official started to count and at four, Fawnia released her hold and dropped to the arena floor. The
Blonde Assassin looked anything but as she dropped to the canvas, clutched at her throat and gasped
as she tried to catch her breath. The Erotic One reached underneath the bottom rope and pulled the
gasping martial artist out until her upper torso was hanging off the ring apron. With a mischievous smile
on her face, Fawnia drove another elbow into Whitney’s throat; the move leaving the Hollywood blonde
coughing and gagging.
LISA: This is supposed to be a wrestling match; why won’t Fawnia wrestle her?
JENNY: The name of the game is to win…..at any cost.
With Whitney still halfway on the ring apron, Fawnia climbed onto the apron and backed against the
ringpost behind her. Abruptly, the erratic lightweight ran forward, leapt into the air and landed another
legdrop across her foe’s throat; the force dropped both women onto the arena floor but Whitney was
clearly the one worse for wear. The Hollywood native clutched at her throat as she spasmed on the
arena floor while Fawnia shook off her landing and got to her feet.
The Erotic One mocked her opponent as she bowed to the still gasping Whitney. When Fawnia yanked
the Blonde Assassin up, she grabbed her foe around the waist and ran toward the ring, driving the spine
of the Hollywood blonde into the edge of the ring apron. A half-shriek escaped Whitney’s mouth as she
slowly sank to her knees and clutched at her now throbbing back while still coughed from the punishment
her throat had suffered only seconds before.
Fawnia eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as she backed up and waited for Whitney to rise. When the
blonde martial artist did, the Erotic One rushed forward ready to land a devastating clothesline. Instead,
Whitney’s self-preservation instinct kicked in and she dropped down evading the move and delivering a
perfect drop toehold that sent Fawnia face-first into the side of the ringside steps. The impact
resounded throughout the arena and was followed by a loud expletive from the hurting blonde.
LISA: A great counter from Whitney. Fawnia was starting to look unstoppable.
JENNY: Just a momentary setback for the future lightweight champion.
The Blonde Assassin rose slowly and waited for her foe to do the same. When Fawnia finally stood,
Whitney moved in, lifted the blonde into the air and dropped her crotch first across her knee with a
wicked reverse atomic drop. The move temporarily paralyzed the Erotic One and allowed Whitney to
measure the disturbed blonde before she landed a spinning heel kick that sent Fawnia stumbling
backwards until she crashed back-first into the steel ringside steps. Almost in slow-motion and with pain
etched across her face, Fawnia dropped to the seat of her pants.
The Blonde Assassin wasted no time as she pulled the stunned lightweight up, rolled her into the ring
and followed closely behind. Whitney waited for the Erotic One to rise before she rushed forward hoping
to nail the blonde with a running clothesline. Instead, Fawnia ducked the blow, reached back, grabbed
the Blonde Assassin underneath the chin and countered with a wicked snap neckbreaker that left the
sexy martial artist writhing in pain. The Erotic One slowly got up and waited for her stunned foe to do the
same.
When Whitney finally shook off the effects of the neckbreaker and started to rise, Fawnia rushed forward
and nailed the sexy martial artist with a jarring kneelift, sending the Blonde Assassin back to the canvas.
Fawnia moved in and pulled her foe up with a double handful of hair before she drove a knee into the
mid-section of the MMA trained blonde. The Erotic One kept her opponent upright as she maintained
the hair-lock and then nailed Whitne with a second knee. Finally, she leapt into the air and drove
Whitney’s face into the mat with her signature move, X-X-X [Sit-out Facebuster]. The erratic blonde
rolled the Blonde Assassin onto her back and covered her while Heidi dropped down to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Whitney kicked out of the pin attempt as she rolled her shoulder off the mat and a frustrated Fawnia
issued a shrill scream to signify her disappointment.
LISA: Fawnia followed up her nice counter with a great facebuster and nearly put Whitney away.
JENNY: Soon Lisa; soon.
Before Whitney could stand, Fawnia moved in and administered another vicious eye rake, blinding the
blonde martial artist. The Erotic One quickly locked on a front facelock and then ran toward the near
corner. The unstable blonde ran up the corner turnbuckles, pushed off the top one, spun around and
drove Whitney’s head into the canvas with a spectacular tornado DDT.
As the Blonde Assassin rolled across the mat, Fawnia climbed the near corner and imitated Rob Van
Dam as she pointed to herself while the crowd showered her with boos. The Erotic One dropped down
and then took a seat in front of the face-down Whitney.
FAWNIA: Awww, did we hurt our head? Let me help you with that.
The unstable blonde then grabbed a double handful of her opponent’s hair and pulled her into her
finisher, THE LAP DANCE [Figure-4 Headscissors into Crotch]. Whitney’s face was buried in the crotch
of The Erotic One and with the headscissors locked in tightly, Fawnia began to grind her privates into her
foe’s face. A look of nirvana began to come across Fawnia’s face as Whitney’s air supply was cut off
and her face grinding into the unstable blonde’s crotch had The Erotic One nearing orgasm.
JENNY: This is it! Fawnia is about to advance in the tournament.
LISA: She may be if Whitney is unable to escape this hold.
JENNY: If it were me, I wouldn’t want to escape.
With her last bit of energy, Whitney began trying to turn onto her back in an effort to catch a breath and
alleviate a bit of the pressure from the figure-4 headscissors. Seconds ticked by as the Blonde Assassin
gained an inch at a time as she started to roll onto her side despite the desperate hairpull from Fawnia in
an effort to maintain her finisher. Just before she was about to pass out, Whitney managed to complete
the roll and the hold was loosened enough for her to catch a breath.
Still, the new position offered very little in relief as Fawnia was now on top and started to grind her crotch
into Whitney’s face again. Suddenly, Whitney began to bridge out and break free of the submission
maneuver. A look of panic came over Fawnia’s face as tried to think of how to reapply the hold without
releasing Whitney completely. Abruptly, the Blonde Assassin pushed off the mat and flipped backwards.
As she did, the blonde martial artist’s head came free, Whitney grabbed Fawnia’s still crossed legs and
pulled back. Now, it was Fawnia who was locked in a modified sharpshooter and the disturbed blonde
voiced her discomfort loudly.
LISA: Yes! Just when it seemed that Whitney was finished, she managed to reverse the hold and
counter with a finisher of her own; spectacular!
JENNY: This won’t finish Fawnia; just derail her for a few minutes.
Though the hold was painful, Whitney still suffered from a lack of oxygen and did not have the hold
cinched in tightly which allowed Fawnia to crawl forward and eventually reach the ropes. Heidi
immediately called for the blonde martial artist to break the hold and she complied as she rolled to a
sitting position next to her foe.
Fawnia was irate and it showed on her face as she got to a vertical base and stepped forward to engage
Whitney. The Blonde Assassin had only made it to her knees when Fawnia grabbed another double
handful of hair and started to pull her up. Abruptly, Whitney sprang into action as she clasped her
hands around the back of Fawnia’s head, tucked her head underneath the chin of the disturbed blonde
and dropped down; the desperation chinbreaker had the desired effect as Fawnia stumbled away a few
steps before she dropped to the mat.
Fawnia rolled on her side holding her chin as Whitney slowly got to her feet and waited for her unstable
foe to do the same. When The Erotic One finally stood and turned to face Whitney, the Blonde Assassin
spun around and nailed Fawnia with a wicked spinning heel kick to the stomach that first doubled over
the erratic blonde before she sank to her knees. Wasting no time, Whitney headed for the ropes and
when she rebounded, completed her finisher, THE SLAYER’S SONG [Spinning Heel Kick, Running
Shining Wizard Combo]. The impact sent Fawnia onto her back where Whitney quickly covered the
challenged blonde for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Somehow, Fawnia managed to jerk her right shoulder off the mat and a disappointed Whitney rolled off
her foe. Both women lay on their backs and looked at the lights overhead.
LISA: That was almost it. If only Heidi had been in position to make the count.
JENNY: You cannot be serious; you want to blame Whitney not winning the match on Heidi?
Slowly, Whitney got to her feet and waited for the stunned Fawnia to do the same. As the Erotic One
made it to a vertical base, the Blonde Assassin moved in, spun around and nailed the former exotic
dancer with a wicked mule kick that doubled her over. Whitney tensed for a second before she leapt into
the air and nailed Fawnia with a wicked spinning roundhouse kick to the temple, completing her signature
move, WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD [Spinning Mule Kick followed by a Spinning Roundhouse Kick].
A thin smile came across the face of the green-eyed beauty as she pulled Fawnia into a front facelock
and prepared to level the psychotic lightweight with her finisher, THE C.O.D. [Implant Fisherman Buster].
Before Whitney could administer the move, Fawnia reached up and raked the eyes of her opponent; the
move forced Whitney to release the front facelock and allowed Fawnia to drop to one knee and land a
sick-looking uppercut to the crotch of the Blonde Assassin. Whitney spun around and sank to her knees
as Heidi shook her head and issued a tame warning to The Erotic One.
Just then, a buzz came over the crowd as a woman leapt over the ringside barricade and slid into the ring
behind the combatants; it was Akane Nigro.
Fawnia shadowboxed her way out of corner as she mocked Whitney and her area of expertise.
Conversely, Whitney slowed made her way toward the Erotic One and once she was within reach, like a
viper uncoiling, The Blonde Assassin struck with a straight right hand that dropped Fawnia like a sack of
bricks. With lightning quickness, Whitney jumped atop the fallen blonde and began to nail her with
stinging right hands that the Erotic One failed to block mostly. Had it not been for Heidi warning Whitney
to cease and desist or get disqualified, the match would have been over right there.
On shaky legs, The Erotic One slowly got to her feet and staggered forward to face her determined foe.
Whitney strode in and as she started to fire off a thrust to Fawnia’s torso, the erratic blonde landed a two-
fingered eye poke that stopped the Gladiator in her tracks and left her temporarily blinded. Fawnia then
stepped toward her foe and laced into her with a wicked, open-handed slap that left a palm print across
Whitney left cheek.
The unstable blonde nodded to the fans before she struck the Crane pose from Karate Kid and leapt
into the air to deliver a front kick. Instead of connecting though, Whitney slid underneath the move and
hit Fawnia a thrust to the blonde’s solar plexus that left her in pain and gasping for breath. With The
Erotic One defenseless, Whitney leaned back before she nailed her foe with a double palm strike to the
chest that sent Fawnia flying across the mat.
LISA: What a strike from Whitney! If Fawnia thought her attire would elicit a response from Whitney, it
has; just not the one I think she was hoping for.
JENNY: Fawnia always finds a way to throw her opponents off their game; Whitney will be no different.
The Blonde Assassin moved in quickly, yanked the dazed Fawnia to her feet and laced into her with a
lightning quick pair of thrust to her stomach and rib cage. A thrust to the kidney of The Erotic One
forced her to drop her hands and Whitney then nailed her foe with a spinning backfist that spun Fawnia
around and dropped her to her knees. The lethal blonde martial artist spun around and slammed a
short, spin kick into the back of Fawnia’s head that left the erratic blonde draped across the middle
rope. But once again, Heidi moved in and ordered Whitney to back away as the crowd booed the inept
official’s decision.
As Fawnia used the ropes and struggled to stand, Whitney moved in again and continued her assault.
The Blonde Assassin turned the unstable blonde to face her and landed a resounding knife-edged
chop. A second chop quickly followed and then a third that caused Fawnia to bend at the waist. Whitney
quickly locked on a front facelock and then hooked her foe’s near leg before she spun into the blonde
and nailed her with THE HARCHANKO HAMMER [Fisherman Neckbreaker] before she covered The
Erotic One for the pin.
ONE…
TWO...
TH-
Somehow, Fawnia managed to stretch her foot far enough to fall across the bottom rope nearby and
force the contest to continue.
LISA: That was too close for Fawnia. I feel she is in over her head and the end is near for her.
JENNY: Then that feeling you have must be what you had for lunch because I don’t get the same
feeling.
As Fawnia rose while she massaged her throbbing neck, Whitney grabbed her from behind, spun her
around and booted the blonde in the stomach, doubling her over. The Blonde Assassin quickly locked
on a double underhook armlock before she dropped straight down and drove The Erotic One’s skull into
the mat with a sick-looking double underhook DDT; the maneuver left Fawnia rolling on her side and
holding her head in agony.
Whitney crossed to the far side of the ring and exited onto ring apron as Fawnia tried to shake off the
DDT effects. When Heidi asked Fawnia if she could continue, the blonde shot her a dirty look and
struggled to her feet. As The Erotic One started to turn around, Whitney leapt onto the top rope and
used it to springboard forward and nail Fawnia with springboard flying forearm to the jaw.
The Blonde Assassin rolled onto her knees and spun around to face the stunned Fawnia. When the
unstable blonde sat up, Whitney grabbed her, flipped her onto her stomach and locked on a front
facelock choke. The blonde martial artist leaned into her foe and tightened the deadly hold while Fawnia
struggled to escape. As Heidi dropped down and asked Fawnia if she wanted to quit, the Erotic One
hissed out a ‘NO’ as she started to crawl backwards toward the ropes. Just as it seemed like Whitney’s
choke could get no tighter, the erratic blonde grazed the bottom rope with her foot and Heidi called for
the break.
LISA: Fawnia escaped yet again. This is what happens when you take your opponent lightly.
JENNY: Are you stupid? This is a result of our power-hungry General Manager forcing Fawnia to
wrestle tonight when she wasn’t scheduled to.
As Whitney moved in to pull Fawnia up, the Erotic One slammed a closed fist into her foe’s kidney; the
move stunned the martial artist long enough for the unstable blonde to rake the eyes of the Blonde
Assassin. When Whitney blindly stumbled away along the ropes, Fawnia shot to her feet and grabbed
her opponent with a double handful of hair. Then, The Erotic One pressed Whitney’s face against the
rough top rope and raked her eyes along the coarse surface, blinding her further.
When Whitney dropped to her knees, Fawnia pressed her foe’s throat across the middle rope and
pressed down with a knee to the back of the Blonde Assassin’s head. With the sexy martial artist’s air
supply interrupted, Fawnia added to her misery as she dug her fingernails into the eyes of Whitney. As
the Hollywood blonde futilely tried to dislodge her tormentor’s hands from her eyes, her feet beat a tattoo
into the canvas as her lungs screamed for air. Finally, Heidi began a slow count and just before she
reached five, Fawnia relented and released her victim.
The deranged blonde attacked again and pulled the still gasping Whitney away from the ropes. Fawnia
tilted her foe’s head back and drove the point of her elbow into the throat of the Blonde Assassin. The
blonde martial artist began to gag as she dropped to the mat and clutched at her throat. Fawnia
hovered over her opponent with a sick-looking smile on her face before she ran toward the rope. As The
Erotic One rebounded, she landed a running legdrop across Whitney’s throat.
JENNY: See what happens when your opponent can’t breathe?
LISA: A minute ago, it was Fawnia who was gasping for air.
JENNY: That was then; this is now. Keep up, will you?
As Whitney tried to catch her breath, Fawnia went into a mock martial arts flurry behind the rising
blonde. When the Blonde Assassin finally made it back to a vertical base, Fawnia pulled her over to the
ropes and draped her throat across the top rope. When Heidi move in, but failed to start a count right
away, the Erotic One turned Whitney around, leapt onto her back and wrapped her legs around the
blonde’s throat with a figure-four leglock. The unstable blonde then grabbed her foe’s left arm and
leaned back over the ropes, her signature move, THE POLEWORK [Inverted Figure 4-Headscissors and
Armbar Over the Ropes] locked in.
Trapped, Whitney could do little other than wait for Heidi to do her job and count. Finally, the useless
official started to count and at four, Fawnia released her hold and dropped to the arena floor. The
Blonde Assassin looked anything but as she dropped to the canvas, clutched at her throat and gasped
as she tried to catch her breath. The Erotic One reached underneath the bottom rope and pulled the
gasping martial artist out until her upper torso was hanging off the ring apron. With a mischievous smile
on her face, Fawnia drove another elbow into Whitney’s throat; the move leaving the Hollywood blonde
coughing and gagging.
LISA: This is supposed to be a wrestling match; why won’t Fawnia wrestle her?
JENNY: The name of the game is to win…..at any cost.
With Whitney still halfway on the ring apron, Fawnia climbed onto the apron and backed against the
ringpost behind her. Abruptly, the erratic lightweight ran forward, leapt into the air and landed another
legdrop across her foe’s throat; the force dropped both women onto the arena floor but Whitney was
clearly the one worse for wear. The Hollywood native clutched at her throat as she spasmed on the
arena floor while Fawnia shook off her landing and got to her feet.
The Erotic One mocked her opponent as she bowed to the still gasping Whitney. When Fawnia yanked
the Blonde Assassin up, she grabbed her foe around the waist and ran toward the ring, driving the spine
of the Hollywood blonde into the edge of the ring apron. A half-shriek escaped Whitney’s mouth as she
slowly sank to her knees and clutched at her now throbbing back while still coughed from the punishment
her throat had suffered only seconds before.
Fawnia eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as she backed up and waited for Whitney to rise. When the
blonde martial artist did, the Erotic One rushed forward ready to land a devastating clothesline. Instead,
Whitney’s self-preservation instinct kicked in and she dropped down evading the move and delivering a
perfect drop toehold that sent Fawnia face-first into the side of the ringside steps. The impact
resounded throughout the arena and was followed by a loud expletive from the hurting blonde.
LISA: A great counter from Whitney. Fawnia was starting to look unstoppable.
JENNY: Just a momentary setback for the future lightweight champion.
The Blonde Assassin rose slowly and waited for her foe to do the same. When Fawnia finally stood,
Whitney moved in, lifted the blonde into the air and dropped her crotch first across her knee with a
wicked reverse atomic drop. The move temporarily paralyzed the Erotic One and allowed Whitney to
measure the disturbed blonde before she landed a spinning heel kick that sent Fawnia stumbling
backwards until she crashed back-first into the steel ringside steps. Almost in slow-motion and with pain
etched across her face, Fawnia dropped to the seat of her pants.
The Blonde Assassin wasted no time as she pulled the stunned lightweight up, rolled her into the ring
and followed closely behind. Whitney waited for the Erotic One to rise before she rushed forward hoping
to nail the blonde with a running clothesline. Instead, Fawnia ducked the blow, reached back, grabbed
the Blonde Assassin underneath the chin and countered with a wicked snap neckbreaker that left the
sexy martial artist writhing in pain. The Erotic One slowly got up and waited for her stunned foe to do the
same.
When Whitney finally shook off the effects of the neckbreaker and started to rise, Fawnia rushed forward
and nailed the sexy martial artist with a jarring kneelift, sending the Blonde Assassin back to the canvas.
Fawnia moved in and pulled her foe up with a double handful of hair before she drove a knee into the
mid-section of the MMA trained blonde. The Erotic One kept her opponent upright as she maintained
the hair-lock and then nailed Whitne with a second knee. Finally, she leapt into the air and drove
Whitney’s face into the mat with her signature move, X-X-X [Sit-out Facebuster]. The erratic blonde
rolled the Blonde Assassin onto her back and covered her while Heidi dropped down to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-
Whitney kicked out of the pin attempt as she rolled her shoulder off the mat and a frustrated Fawnia
issued a shrill scream to signify her disappointment.
LISA: Fawnia followed up her nice counter with a great facebuster and nearly put Whitney away.
JENNY: Soon Lisa; soon.
Before Whitney could stand, Fawnia moved in and administered another vicious eye rake, blinding the
blonde martial artist. The Erotic One quickly locked on a front facelock and then ran toward the near
corner. The unstable blonde ran up the corner turnbuckles, pushed off the top one, spun around and
drove Whitney’s head into the canvas with a spectacular tornado DDT.
As the Blonde Assassin rolled across the mat, Fawnia climbed the near corner and imitated Rob Van
Dam as she pointed to herself while the crowd showered her with boos. The Erotic One dropped down
and then took a seat in front of the face-down Whitney.
FAWNIA: Awww, did we hurt our head? Let me help you with that.
The unstable blonde then grabbed a double handful of her opponent’s hair and pulled her into her
finisher, THE LAP DANCE [Figure-4 Headscissors into Crotch]. Whitney’s face was buried in the crotch
of The Erotic One and with the headscissors locked in tightly, Fawnia began to grind her privates into her
foe’s face. A look of nirvana began to come across Fawnia’s face as Whitney’s air supply was cut off
and her face grinding into the unstable blonde’s crotch had The Erotic One nearing orgasm.
JENNY: This is it! Fawnia is about to advance in the tournament.
LISA: She may be if Whitney is unable to escape this hold.
JENNY: If it were me, I wouldn’t want to escape.
With her last bit of energy, Whitney began trying to turn onto her back in an effort to catch a breath and
alleviate a bit of the pressure from the figure-4 headscissors. Seconds ticked by as the Blonde Assassin
gained an inch at a time as she started to roll onto her side despite the desperate hairpull from Fawnia in
an effort to maintain her finisher. Just before she was about to pass out, Whitney managed to complete
the roll and the hold was loosened enough for her to catch a breath.
Still, the new position offered very little in relief as Fawnia was now on top and started to grind her crotch
into Whitney’s face again. Suddenly, Whitney began to bridge out and break free of the submission
maneuver. A look of panic came over Fawnia’s face as tried to think of how to reapply the hold without
releasing Whitney completely. Abruptly, the Blonde Assassin pushed off the mat and flipped backwards.
As she did, the blonde martial artist’s head came free, Whitney grabbed Fawnia’s still crossed legs and
pulled back. Now, it was Fawnia who was locked in a modified sharpshooter and the disturbed blonde
voiced her discomfort loudly.
LISA: Yes! Just when it seemed that Whitney was finished, she managed to reverse the hold and
counter with a finisher of her own; spectacular!
JENNY: This won’t finish Fawnia; just derail her for a few minutes.
Though the hold was painful, Whitney still suffered from a lack of oxygen and did not have the hold
cinched in tightly which allowed Fawnia to crawl forward and eventually reach the ropes. Heidi
immediately called for the blonde martial artist to break the hold and she complied as she rolled to a
sitting position next to her foe.
Fawnia was irate and it showed on her face as she got to a vertical base and stepped forward to engage
Whitney. The Blonde Assassin had only made it to her knees when Fawnia grabbed another double
handful of hair and started to pull her up. Abruptly, Whitney sprang into action as she clasped her
hands around the back of Fawnia’s head, tucked her head underneath the chin of the disturbed blonde
and dropped down; the desperation chinbreaker had the desired effect as Fawnia stumbled away a few
steps before she dropped to the mat.
Fawnia rolled on her side holding her chin as Whitney slowly got to her feet and waited for her unstable
foe to do the same. When The Erotic One finally stood and turned to face Whitney, the Blonde Assassin
spun around and nailed Fawnia with a wicked spinning heel kick to the stomach that first doubled over
the erratic blonde before she sank to her knees. Wasting no time, Whitney headed for the ropes and
when she rebounded, completed her finisher, THE SLAYER’S SONG [Spinning Heel Kick, Running
Shining Wizard Combo]. The impact sent Fawnia onto her back where Whitney quickly covered the
challenged blonde for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Somehow, Fawnia managed to jerk her right shoulder off the mat and a disappointed Whitney rolled off
her foe. Both women lay on their backs and looked at the lights overhead.
LISA: That was almost it. If only Heidi had been in position to make the count.
JENNY: You cannot be serious; you want to blame Whitney not winning the match on Heidi?
Slowly, Whitney got to her feet and waited for the stunned Fawnia to do the same. As the Erotic One
made it to a vertical base, the Blonde Assassin moved in, spun around and nailed the former exotic
dancer with a wicked mule kick that doubled her over. Whitney tensed for a second before she leapt into
the air and nailed Fawnia with a wicked spinning roundhouse kick to the temple, completing her signature
move, WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD [Spinning Mule Kick followed by a Spinning Roundhouse Kick].
A thin smile came across the face of the green-eyed beauty as she pulled Fawnia into a front facelock
and prepared to level the psychotic lightweight with her finisher, THE C.O.D. [Implant Fisherman Buster].
Before Whitney could administer the move, Fawnia reached up and raked the eyes of her opponent; the
move forced Whitney to release the front facelock and allowed Fawnia to drop to one knee and land a
sick-looking uppercut to the crotch of the Blonde Assassin. Whitney spun around and sank to her knees
as Heidi shook her head and issued a tame warning to The Erotic One.
Just then, a buzz came over the crowd as a woman leapt over the ringside barricade and slid into the ring
behind the combatants; it was Akane Nigro.
LISA: We’ve come to the first match in the quarterfinals of the lightweight tournament. It will be Whitney
Harchanko facing Fawnia Mondey for the right to face Amy Peters in the semi-finals.
JENNY: This match is the result of an unfair decision by our General Manager, Debra Ann Miceli.
LISA: Unfair or not, this is the match and Fawnia will just have to cope with it.
JENNY: Judging by her actions in the last match, Fawnia will make Whitney’s debut a complete
nightmare.
LISA: You could be right. Whitney declined to be interviewed but Fawnia had no such reservations.
Standing by with her is Alexis Bledel.
Harchanko facing Fawnia Mondey for the right to face Amy Peters in the semi-finals.
JENNY: This match is the result of an unfair decision by our General Manager, Debra Ann Miceli.
LISA: Unfair or not, this is the match and Fawnia will just have to cope with it.
JENNY: Judging by her actions in the last match, Fawnia will make Whitney’s debut a complete
nightmare.
LISA: You could be right. Whitney declined to be interviewed but Fawnia had no such reservations.
Standing by with her is Alexis Bledel.
AMERIE ROGERS: Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, she stands five feet-six inches tall and
weighs in at one hundred seventeen pounds. Here is the Blonde Assassin, Whitney Harchanko!!
Whitney strode onto the stage and was greeted with a rousing ovation before the crowd broke into a
‘Gladiator’ chant. The mantra from the crowd brought a thin smile to the blonde beauty’s face before she
performed a high angle kick. The Hollywood blonde dropped into a perfect split before she spun around,
kipped up and did a leaping crescent kick. After a flurry of martial arts thrusts, Whitney headed down the
ramp toward the ring.
The barefooted Gladiator wore a red halter top, white karate pants with a black belt and white, fingerless
gloves. As the sexy blonde reached the squared circle, she slid inside. Heidi quickly checked Whitney
for weapons and seemed to pay particular attention to the blonde’s lower half before she was satisfied.
The Blonde Assassin shook her head as she backed into her corner to await the arrival of her opponent.
AMERIE ROGERS: And her opponent, she hails from Victoria, British Columbia in Canada. She weighs
one hundred fifteen pounds and stands five feet four inches tall; here is The Erotic One, Fawnia
Mondey!!
Fawnia emerged from the back dressed in an oversized silk robe and wearing MMA fighting gloves. The
Erotic One was greeted with a ‘PSYCHO’ chant which stopped the blonde in her tracks. A sneer came
across the lightweight’s face before she continued down the ramp toward the ring. Every few yards,
Fawnia would stop and shadow box and launch a faux martial arts kick before continuing her trek.
Finally, the unstable blonde reached the ring steps, climbed them and entered the squared circle.
Once inside the ring, Fawnia shucked off the rope to reveal a black, sleeveless, spandex top that barely
covered the blonde’s breasts, black gladiator/tunic shorts, black ankle top but no boots. The barefooted
Fawnia walked to the center of the ring, pointed her right hand at Whitney and blared her eyes while she
sneered at her opponent. Heidi smiled at the Erotic One but failed to check her for weapons before she
retreated to her corner for the opening bell.
weighs in at one hundred seventeen pounds. Here is the Blonde Assassin, Whitney Harchanko!!
Whitney strode onto the stage and was greeted with a rousing ovation before the crowd broke into a
‘Gladiator’ chant. The mantra from the crowd brought a thin smile to the blonde beauty’s face before she
performed a high angle kick. The Hollywood blonde dropped into a perfect split before she spun around,
kipped up and did a leaping crescent kick. After a flurry of martial arts thrusts, Whitney headed down the
ramp toward the ring.
The barefooted Gladiator wore a red halter top, white karate pants with a black belt and white, fingerless
gloves. As the sexy blonde reached the squared circle, she slid inside. Heidi quickly checked Whitney
for weapons and seemed to pay particular attention to the blonde’s lower half before she was satisfied.
The Blonde Assassin shook her head as she backed into her corner to await the arrival of her opponent.
AMERIE ROGERS: And her opponent, she hails from Victoria, British Columbia in Canada. She weighs
one hundred fifteen pounds and stands five feet four inches tall; here is The Erotic One, Fawnia
Mondey!!
Fawnia emerged from the back dressed in an oversized silk robe and wearing MMA fighting gloves. The
Erotic One was greeted with a ‘PSYCHO’ chant which stopped the blonde in her tracks. A sneer came
across the lightweight’s face before she continued down the ramp toward the ring. Every few yards,
Fawnia would stop and shadow box and launch a faux martial arts kick before continuing her trek.
Finally, the unstable blonde reached the ring steps, climbed them and entered the squared circle.
Once inside the ring, Fawnia shucked off the rope to reveal a black, sleeveless, spandex top that barely
covered the blonde’s breasts, black gladiator/tunic shorts, black ankle top but no boots. The barefooted
Fawnia walked to the center of the ring, pointed her right hand at Whitney and blared her eyes while she
sneered at her opponent. Heidi smiled at the Erotic One but failed to check her for weapons before she
retreated to her corner for the opening bell.
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Akane kipped to her feet and as Whitney turned around, the Annihilator nailed the blonde with a swirling
capoeira kick that sent the sexy lightweight to the mat. Heidi heard the commotion behind her and
started to turn around when Fawnia grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled the official into a deep,
passionate kiss. For the first two seconds, Heidi seemed to object, but then gave in to the pleasure that
had washed over her and started to reciprocate the kiss.
As Fawnia continued to distract Heidi and Whitney shakily got to her feet, Akane pulled a retractable
metal baton from her boot. With a sudden flick of her wrist, the dangerous Asian beauty extended the
weapon to its full length of two feet. With lethal quickness, the martial arts master whirled into action and
began to lace into the blonde with well-placed strikes to Whitney’s ribs, breasts, hamstrings and calves
until the green-eyed beauty sank to her knees. Then, the Japanese-American beauty spun around
nailed the Blonde Assassin across the back of her head with the baton. Still, Akane was not finished.
Quickly, the Annihilator closed the baton and shoved it back into her boot before she pulled the semi-
conscious Whitney up by her hair and locked on a front facelock. Akane then grabbed the blonde’s left
leg, lifted her into the air and drove Whitney’s skull into the canvas with her finisher, THE BUTCHER’S
BLAST [Fisherman Buster Piledriver]. Whitney began to twitch wildly as Akane stood over her victim with
a sinister smile on her face. Just then, the crowd rose to their feet as two figures sped down the aisle
toward the ring; it was Michele Ould and Erin Toughill.
capoeira kick that sent the sexy lightweight to the mat. Heidi heard the commotion behind her and
started to turn around when Fawnia grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled the official into a deep,
passionate kiss. For the first two seconds, Heidi seemed to object, but then gave in to the pleasure that
had washed over her and started to reciprocate the kiss.
As Fawnia continued to distract Heidi and Whitney shakily got to her feet, Akane pulled a retractable
metal baton from her boot. With a sudden flick of her wrist, the dangerous Asian beauty extended the
weapon to its full length of two feet. With lethal quickness, the martial arts master whirled into action and
began to lace into the blonde with well-placed strikes to Whitney’s ribs, breasts, hamstrings and calves
until the green-eyed beauty sank to her knees. Then, the Japanese-American beauty spun around
nailed the Blonde Assassin across the back of her head with the baton. Still, Akane was not finished.
Quickly, the Annihilator closed the baton and shoved it back into her boot before she pulled the semi-
conscious Whitney up by her hair and locked on a front facelock. Akane then grabbed the blonde’s left
leg, lifted her into the air and drove Whitney’s skull into the canvas with her finisher, THE BUTCHER’S
BLAST [Fisherman Buster Piledriver]. Whitney began to twitch wildly as Akane stood over her victim with
a sinister smile on her face. Just then, the crowd rose to their feet as two figures sped down the aisle
toward the ring; it was Michele Ould and Erin Toughill.
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ALEXIS: Thanks Lisa. Fawnia, you are about to face one of the Gladiators as both of you continue your
quest for gold.
FAWNIA: Get this right; I am fighting Whitney under protest. I was not supposed to wrestle tonight, but I
will. With a little help from my friends, I will prevail.
Just then, Melissa Dettwiller and Dorothy Trojanowicz came into the picture and flanked their stablemate.
The blondes ran their hand up and down the body of The Erotic One while they hungrily eyed Alexis.
quest for gold.
FAWNIA: Get this right; I am fighting Whitney under protest. I was not supposed to wrestle tonight, but I
will. With a little help from my friends, I will prevail.
Just then, Melissa Dettwiller and Dorothy Trojanowicz came into the picture and flanked their stablemate.
The blondes ran their hand up and down the body of The Erotic One while they hungrily eyed Alexis.
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DEBRA: Melissa, Dorothy….you two can have fun with Fawnia later. Right now, she is going to the ring
ALONE!
FAWNIA: What??? NO WAY….NO FU-
MELISSA: Relax pet; I got this. You think you are going to bar Dorothy and me from ringside? Guess
again.
DEBRA: Fine. Go out there. And after you do, you can pick up your final checks because you will be
unemployed. Get it?
MELISSA: You haven’t heard the last of me bitch! Dorothy; let’s go.
With that, Melissa and Dorothy walked away and headed down the corridor back toward the locker rooms
leaving behind a fuming Fawnia.
FAWNIA: Madusa, you are gonna get yours one day.
DEBRA: Whatever. Just get your ass out there and take your medicine like a nice little girl.
FAWNIA: AAAAARRRGGHHH!
The Erotic One tore at her hair as she stormed off-camera.
ALEXIS: Back to you Lisa.
LISA: Thanks God Debra made the right decision there. After the shenanigans in Dorothy’s match, the
rest of Erotica, Inc. had no business out here.
JENNY: Again Debra stacks the deck against Fawnia, but it won’t matter; Fawnia will be advancing to
the semi-finals of the lightweight tournament.
LISA: We’ll see in a few minutes. Let’s go to the ring for the introductions.
AMERIE ROGERS: The next match will be a Lightweight Title Tournament match. Your referee for the
bout will be Heidi Montag.
ALONE!
FAWNIA: What??? NO WAY….NO FU-
MELISSA: Relax pet; I got this. You think you are going to bar Dorothy and me from ringside? Guess
again.
DEBRA: Fine. Go out there. And after you do, you can pick up your final checks because you will be
unemployed. Get it?
MELISSA: You haven’t heard the last of me bitch! Dorothy; let’s go.
With that, Melissa and Dorothy walked away and headed down the corridor back toward the locker rooms
leaving behind a fuming Fawnia.
FAWNIA: Madusa, you are gonna get yours one day.
DEBRA: Whatever. Just get your ass out there and take your medicine like a nice little girl.
FAWNIA: AAAAARRRGGHHH!
The Erotic One tore at her hair as she stormed off-camera.
ALEXIS: Back to you Lisa.
LISA: Thanks God Debra made the right decision there. After the shenanigans in Dorothy’s match, the
rest of Erotica, Inc. had no business out here.
JENNY: Again Debra stacks the deck against Fawnia, but it won’t matter; Fawnia will be advancing to
the semi-finals of the lightweight tournament.
LISA: We’ll see in a few minutes. Let’s go to the ring for the introductions.
AMERIE ROGERS: The next match will be a Lightweight Title Tournament match. Your referee for the
bout will be Heidi Montag.
Just as Michele and Erin reached the ring, Akane exited the opposite side of the ring and disappeared
into the crowd as quickly as she had appeared. It was then Fawnia released Heidi and pointed to the two
Gladiators who had just entered the ring.
FAWNIA: Look Heidi! That bimbo’s friends are interfering. She should be disqualified.
Heidi spun around and saw Michele as she leaned down over the destroyed Whitney. But marching
toward her with a look of complete anger on her face was Erin. The statuesque grappler grabbed Heidi
by the collar of her shirt and began to scream at her.
ERIN: What the hell are you doing? Whitney just-
HEIDI: Whitney just got disqualified thanks to you.
With that, the blonde official signaled for the bell as she tore away from Erin’s grip. The ignorant blonde
didn’t stick around to try to reason with Erin as she joined Fawnia on the arena floor; the Erotic One with
a sly smile on her face as her duplicitous move worked perfectly.
AMERIE ROGERS: Heidi Montag has disqualified Whitney Harchanko due to outside interference and
awarded the match to Fawnia Mondey!
LISA: WHAT????? ARE YOU JOKING????
JENNY: Nope; Fawnia will be headed to Termination PPV to face Amy Peters in the semi-finals.
LISA: This is borderline criminal; Whitney was assaulted by Akane Nigro; who has been attacking
various lightweights lately. Before the illegal low blow by Fawnia, Whitney looked like she was well on her
way to Termination to face Amy Peters. Now, thanks to Fawnia Mondey’s shenanigans, Fawnia just stole
a cheap win and Whitney looks like she is headed to the hospital.
JENNY: Well, those are the breaks. Fawnia was quick on her feet and did some fast-thinking to pull out
this spectacular win.
LISA: Spectacular? She just cheated!
JENNY: Doesn’t matter how she did it; she did it. And now, the Termination viewers will be in for a real
treat when Amy Peters faces Fawnia Mondey.
LISA: You….you……AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!
JENNY: While my partner is trying to remember how to talk, let’s take a break; we’ll be back with more
exciting action.
into the crowd as quickly as she had appeared. It was then Fawnia released Heidi and pointed to the two
Gladiators who had just entered the ring.
FAWNIA: Look Heidi! That bimbo’s friends are interfering. She should be disqualified.
Heidi spun around and saw Michele as she leaned down over the destroyed Whitney. But marching
toward her with a look of complete anger on her face was Erin. The statuesque grappler grabbed Heidi
by the collar of her shirt and began to scream at her.
ERIN: What the hell are you doing? Whitney just-
HEIDI: Whitney just got disqualified thanks to you.
With that, the blonde official signaled for the bell as she tore away from Erin’s grip. The ignorant blonde
didn’t stick around to try to reason with Erin as she joined Fawnia on the arena floor; the Erotic One with
a sly smile on her face as her duplicitous move worked perfectly.
AMERIE ROGERS: Heidi Montag has disqualified Whitney Harchanko due to outside interference and
awarded the match to Fawnia Mondey!
LISA: WHAT????? ARE YOU JOKING????
JENNY: Nope; Fawnia will be headed to Termination PPV to face Amy Peters in the semi-finals.
LISA: This is borderline criminal; Whitney was assaulted by Akane Nigro; who has been attacking
various lightweights lately. Before the illegal low blow by Fawnia, Whitney looked like she was well on her
way to Termination to face Amy Peters. Now, thanks to Fawnia Mondey’s shenanigans, Fawnia just stole
a cheap win and Whitney looks like she is headed to the hospital.
JENNY: Well, those are the breaks. Fawnia was quick on her feet and did some fast-thinking to pull out
this spectacular win.
LISA: Spectacular? She just cheated!
JENNY: Doesn’t matter how she did it; she did it. And now, the Termination viewers will be in for a real
treat when Amy Peters faces Fawnia Mondey.
LISA: You….you……AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!
JENNY: While my partner is trying to remember how to talk, let’s take a break; we’ll be back with more
exciting action.
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ALEXIS: Uh….uh….what are-
FAWNIA: What are such sexy and spectacular woman doing out here? To give me support, of course!
If you play your cards right, you can even party with us after the match.
DOROTHY: You do want to have some fun with us, don’t you Alexis?
ALEXIS: Uh…uh….
Just then, General Manager Debra Miceli came into view. She was flanked by two of her security force,
Kyra Gracie and Julie Kedzie.
FAWNIA: What are such sexy and spectacular woman doing out here? To give me support, of course!
If you play your cards right, you can even party with us after the match.
DOROTHY: You do want to have some fun with us, don’t you Alexis?
ALEXIS: Uh…uh….
Just then, General Manager Debra Miceli came into view. She was flanked by two of her security force,
Kyra Gracie and Julie Kedzie.
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