FAWNIA: How ya doin’ Tina? Aren’t you glad to see me?
TINA: (rolls eyes) Yeah, but you’re lucky I didn’t pulverize you.
FAWNIA: (laughs) Had you fooled.
TINA: Sometimes I wonder about you Fawnia.
FAWNIA: What’s that supposed to mean?
Before the former lightweight champion could reply, another figure appeared in the doorway. The
muscular blonde flexed her arms slightly as she regarded the two veterans. It was Zivile Raudoniene.
TINA: (rolls eyes) Yeah, but you’re lucky I didn’t pulverize you.
FAWNIA: (laughs) Had you fooled.
TINA: Sometimes I wonder about you Fawnia.
FAWNIA: What’s that supposed to mean?
Before the former lightweight champion could reply, another figure appeared in the doorway. The
muscular blonde flexed her arms slightly as she regarded the two veterans. It was Zivile Raudoniene.
LISA: Welcome back everyone. We are going to be witnessing the third Fatal 4-way match in a minute.
JENNY: So far, we’ve had one favorite win and another wannabe sneak in.
LISA: I wouldn’t call Larissa Reis a wannabe; she could be a future star for this federation.
JENNY: Uh-huh; right.
The camera suddenly cut to the backstage area and moved along the winding corridor. Finally, the shot
stopped outside a dressing room. Slowly, the door opened and inside was a brunette sitting on a bench
as she laced up her wrestling boots; it was Tina Jo Orban.
JENNY: So far, we’ve had one favorite win and another wannabe sneak in.
LISA: I wouldn’t call Larissa Reis a wannabe; she could be a future star for this federation.
JENNY: Uh-huh; right.
The camera suddenly cut to the backstage area and moved along the winding corridor. Finally, the shot
stopped outside a dressing room. Slowly, the door opened and inside was a brunette sitting on a bench
as she laced up her wrestling boots; it was Tina Jo Orban.
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LISA: Looks like Tina is getting ready for her match with Whitney Harchanko.
JENNY: Yes, the former champion could be the sleeper in the lightweight tournament.
Just then, a barefooted, dark haired woman with a white painted face shuffled into the room. Decked out
in a geisha outfit, the Asian woman stood before Tina and bowed, but did not speak. The former
champion looked up for a second, shook her head and then continued lacing up her boots. Once she
had finished, Tina looked up again and saw that the geisha woman had not moved. Again, the Asian
woman bowed before she tilted her head to regard the brunette.
TINA: What? What do you want?
Still, the geisha would not speak, but tilted her head to the opposite side and continued to stare at Tina.
TINA: If you have a tongue, you’d better use it before I beat your ass.
Finally, the geisha spoke .
GEISHA: You fight? You hard fighter?
TINA: Are you retarded?
GEISHA: Re-? Re-?
TINA: Retarded! Not right in the head. Is something wrong with your head?
GEISHA: (her voice suddenly changes) My head? I’ve always been complimented on my head.
TINA: Huh? Who are you?
Suddenly, the geisha reached up and pulled of the black wig she wore; revealing a head of blonde hair.
The woman then grabbed a towel from out the locker behind her and began wiping her face. The white
paint slowly began to come off and after a minute, it revealed the true identity of the fake geisha; it was
Fawnia Mondey.
JENNY: Yes, the former champion could be the sleeper in the lightweight tournament.
Just then, a barefooted, dark haired woman with a white painted face shuffled into the room. Decked out
in a geisha outfit, the Asian woman stood before Tina and bowed, but did not speak. The former
champion looked up for a second, shook her head and then continued lacing up her boots. Once she
had finished, Tina looked up again and saw that the geisha woman had not moved. Again, the Asian
woman bowed before she tilted her head to regard the brunette.
TINA: What? What do you want?
Still, the geisha would not speak, but tilted her head to the opposite side and continued to stare at Tina.
TINA: If you have a tongue, you’d better use it before I beat your ass.
Finally, the geisha spoke .
GEISHA: You fight? You hard fighter?
TINA: Are you retarded?
GEISHA: Re-? Re-?
TINA: Retarded! Not right in the head. Is something wrong with your head?
GEISHA: (her voice suddenly changes) My head? I’ve always been complimented on my head.
TINA: Huh? Who are you?
Suddenly, the geisha reached up and pulled of the black wig she wore; revealing a head of blonde hair.
The woman then grabbed a towel from out the locker behind her and began wiping her face. The white
paint slowly began to come off and after a minute, it revealed the true identity of the fake geisha; it was
Fawnia Mondey.
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FAWNIA: Who the hell are you?
ZIVILE: I am Lithuanian Assassin and am here to take out old trash.
FAWNIA: Old? How dare you-
ZIVILE: Not you.
With that, Zivile shoved Fawnia with such force, the blonde flipped over the bench behind her and
smashed into the metal lockers before she crumpled to the concrete floor. As the Lithuanian beauty
turned toward Tina, the former champion landed a massive roundhouse right that turned the blonde’s
head but had no other effect. The former bodybuilder grabbed Tina underneath her armpits, lifted her
into the air and threw her through the air until she crashed back-first into the metal lockers behind her.
Before the brunette could collapse to the floor, the powerful blonde was on her in an instant. Zvile
locked on a double underhook armlock before she lifted Tina up and positioned her over the bench on
which she had sat moments before. Abruptly, the Lithuanian beauty lifted her victim into the air before
she drove Tina’s skull into the wooden bench with her finisher, THE NEW YORK NIGHTMARE [Double
Underhook Piledriver]. A scream came from Tina's mouth as the brunette bounced off the bolted down
bench and crumpled to the concrete where she began to spasm wildly.
Zivile stood over the injured Tina and smile before she stepped over to where Fawnia still sat against the
far lockers. The Lithuanian Assassin crouched before the dazed Fawnia and put her finger to her lips in
a ‘ssshhh’ motion before she tossled the Erotic One’s hair, rose and exited the locker room. Fawnia
stared over at Tina, who still twitched violently on the cold locker room floor. A few seconds later, Debra
Ann Miceli rushed into the locker with Mimi Lesseos close behind. The General Manager and her
security chief knelt down to check on the injured Tina before she spun around and hissed at the now
rising lightweight.
ZIVILE: I am Lithuanian Assassin and am here to take out old trash.
FAWNIA: Old? How dare you-
ZIVILE: Not you.
With that, Zivile shoved Fawnia with such force, the blonde flipped over the bench behind her and
smashed into the metal lockers before she crumpled to the concrete floor. As the Lithuanian beauty
turned toward Tina, the former champion landed a massive roundhouse right that turned the blonde’s
head but had no other effect. The former bodybuilder grabbed Tina underneath her armpits, lifted her
into the air and threw her through the air until she crashed back-first into the metal lockers behind her.
Before the brunette could collapse to the floor, the powerful blonde was on her in an instant. Zvile
locked on a double underhook armlock before she lifted Tina up and positioned her over the bench on
which she had sat moments before. Abruptly, the Lithuanian beauty lifted her victim into the air before
she drove Tina’s skull into the wooden bench with her finisher, THE NEW YORK NIGHTMARE [Double
Underhook Piledriver]. A scream came from Tina's mouth as the brunette bounced off the bolted down
bench and crumpled to the concrete where she began to spasm wildly.
Zivile stood over the injured Tina and smile before she stepped over to where Fawnia still sat against the
far lockers. The Lithuanian Assassin crouched before the dazed Fawnia and put her finger to her lips in
a ‘ssshhh’ motion before she tossled the Erotic One’s hair, rose and exited the locker room. Fawnia
stared over at Tina, who still twitched violently on the cold locker room floor. A few seconds later, Debra
Ann Miceli rushed into the locker with Mimi Lesseos close behind. The General Manager and her
security chief knelt down to check on the injured Tina before she spun around and hissed at the now
rising lightweight.
DEBRA: What the hell did you do Fawnia?
FAWNIA: Wh-wh-what???
DEBRA: What did you do to Tina? You know she has a match in a few minutes.
FAWNIA: I didn’t do that-
DEBRA: DON’T LIE TO ME!!!
FAWNIA: I’M NOT LYING! I DIDN’T DO THAT.
DEBRA: Thanks to you, now I have to cancel Whitney’s match. I-
A thoughtful expression came over Debra’s face as she rubbed her chin and regarded Fawnia while
medical personnel rushed into the locker room and began to tend to Tina. A smirk crossed the General
Manager’s face before she leaned in and came face-to-face with the Erotic One.
DEBRA: This little stunt of yours ends the first round of the lightweight tournament. But since I don’t
want to shortchange the fans of an exciting match, I will start the second round right away. Whitney
Harchanko WILL have an opponent tonight; YOU!
FAWNIA: WHAT????? NO WAY. You cannot make me-
DEBRA: You wrestle tonight or you are out of the tournament and I will advance Whitney to the semi-
finals instead.
FAWNIA: (screams) AAAARRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!!
DEBRA: Is that a yes?
FAWNIA (through gritted teeth) Yes. But don’t think I will forget this ‘Madusa’; you better watch your
back.
DEBRA: A threat? Really? Why don’t you just take your best shot now.
Fawnia tensed for a second and contemplated attacking the General Manager before she relaxed and
allowed a sly smile to cross her face.
FAWNIA: Not now…..but soon.
With that, Fawnia shuffled out of the locker room while medics worked on Tina and a perplexed Debra
Ann Miceli watched the former dancer leave.
LISA: I cannot believe what I just saw; another unwarranted attack.
JENNY: I can’t believe it either; how dare Debra blame Fawnia for something she didn’t do.
LISA: I will admit that was unfair, but Fawnia has gotten away with other evil things; this time, things just
didn’t swing her way.
JENNY: It’s still unfair.
LISA: Well, unfair or not, we are going to go to a break and return with that Fatal 4-way; don’t go away!
FAWNIA: Wh-wh-what???
DEBRA: What did you do to Tina? You know she has a match in a few minutes.
FAWNIA: I didn’t do that-
DEBRA: DON’T LIE TO ME!!!
FAWNIA: I’M NOT LYING! I DIDN’T DO THAT.
DEBRA: Thanks to you, now I have to cancel Whitney’s match. I-
A thoughtful expression came over Debra’s face as she rubbed her chin and regarded Fawnia while
medical personnel rushed into the locker room and began to tend to Tina. A smirk crossed the General
Manager’s face before she leaned in and came face-to-face with the Erotic One.
DEBRA: This little stunt of yours ends the first round of the lightweight tournament. But since I don’t
want to shortchange the fans of an exciting match, I will start the second round right away. Whitney
Harchanko WILL have an opponent tonight; YOU!
FAWNIA: WHAT????? NO WAY. You cannot make me-
DEBRA: You wrestle tonight or you are out of the tournament and I will advance Whitney to the semi-
finals instead.
FAWNIA: (screams) AAAARRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!!
DEBRA: Is that a yes?
FAWNIA (through gritted teeth) Yes. But don’t think I will forget this ‘Madusa’; you better watch your
back.
DEBRA: A threat? Really? Why don’t you just take your best shot now.
Fawnia tensed for a second and contemplated attacking the General Manager before she relaxed and
allowed a sly smile to cross her face.
FAWNIA: Not now…..but soon.
With that, Fawnia shuffled out of the locker room while medics worked on Tina and a perplexed Debra
Ann Miceli watched the former dancer leave.
LISA: I cannot believe what I just saw; another unwarranted attack.
JENNY: I can’t believe it either; how dare Debra blame Fawnia for something she didn’t do.
LISA: I will admit that was unfair, but Fawnia has gotten away with other evil things; this time, things just
didn’t swing her way.
JENNY: It’s still unfair.
LISA: Well, unfair or not, we are going to go to a break and return with that Fatal 4-way; don’t go away!
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