"Good evening, boys and girls. Gillian Lowell here for the Week in Review, and we kick off tonight's program with another of FAWN's prodigal daughter's returning from the wilderness. And if you've followed the problems Jeanette Lansdale and Portia VanBuren had with their homecomings, you can't like the chances for perennial doormat Kylie Sanders. This is particularly the case for the Hawkeye state's favorite daughter considering who she'll have to face.

"The Austrian Ice Princess Janneke Kaiser began her FAWN career with a complete dismantling of an overmatched Samantha Page, but she really heralded her arrival by beating up and beating down former World Champ Portia VanBuren. The statuesque blonde proved far too much for the sneaky, slender, spoiled brat; Portia completely unable to counter Janneke's all-too-abundant size and power. Like an Alpine avalanche, she fell upon VanBuren and with Kylie not nearly the wrestler that Fortune's Favorite is, AND with it being her initial return to FAWN action, let's just say, I hope Bethany has the ambulance on stand-by. Let's go to the action."

The bell brings both combatants to the center of the ring, the 6'1" 177-pound Janneke clad in an ice blue "one piece" cut to leave most of her midsection bare, with a single strap over the right shoulder. She has matching boots, with white knee and elbow pads. Kylie, all 5'4" and 110 pounds, joins her, with a very real look of trepidation. Sanders has a new look, discarding the black tanktop and gold shorts for a black bikini with gold trim. She also dons black wrestling shoes with gold laces. Both blondes are beautiful in their own way, but that's about the only trait the two hold in common, Kaiser a couple shades more tawny of skin with striking icy blue eyes, Kylie, fair of skin, with her almond-shaped, hazel pools.
Whether for comedy or not, Janneke raises her arms and stretches them to Kylie for a test of strength. The cool exterior of the Austrian beauty seems to indicate she's all business, but this particular request is business with which Kylie wants nothing to do. Sanders smirks, first at Janneke, then the ref, who only offers a shrug in return. She turns back to her opponent and shakes her head, instead forcing her way in close with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Janneke dipping low to accept the face-off.

The two struggle to find their grip and, when Janneke does, she sends Kylie flying out of the clinch, Sanders actually going airborne, then stumbling back to her corner where she ends up on her toned little tush, looking up at the impassive Austrian with wonder and what looks like it might be fear. Kaiser does not pursue the action, allowing Kylie to rise at her own pace. The elfin blonde circles, looking for an opening, before finally surging forward, arms outstretched.
Kylie is foolishly settling for another tie-up, but no, she slides through Janneke's grasp, slipping behind the towering blonde, wrapping her arms around the midsection of the Alpine beauty. The slender, diminutive blonde tries to lift Kaiser, perhaps for a German suplex, but it is a non-starter. Janneke doesn't even block the attempt with a leg, she simply decides she will not be moved and Sanders can barely get her heels off the mat.

Kylie tries another tactic, landing a kidney punch that doubles Janneke over, if slightly. She snakes her arms under those of Janneke then behind the Austrian's neck, securing a full nelson, but when Kaiser straightens to her full height, Kylie is left on tiptoes to keep the hold in place. A flex of her shoulders breaks the interlocked fingers and sets 'Ice' free. Before Kylie can entertain another option, Janneke reaches behind and finds a wrist, smoothly, she reverses positions with Kylie, trapping Ky's right arm in a hammerlock. Kylie grimaces and sends her opposite elbow back to loosen the grip, but instead the cool customer ensnares the left arm as well. With dual chickenwings, Janneke ratchets up the pressure severalfold by lifting her clean off the mat in the arm-wrenching position. Kylie howls in pain until Janneke decides to move on, falling back into a suplex that folds Sanders up like a suitcase, Ky's arms still behind her when she slams into the deck.
Fast forward to... Kylie in a precarious position. The returnee stoops before her towering foe, Janneke then pulling Sanders forward, her head inserted between Kaiser's muscular thighs. Janneke wraps her arms around Kylie's taut, but undefined midsection and, with a cool precision and ease, lifts the former Hawkeye coed for a body-shattering powerbomb. But at the top, Kylie wriggles free and slides down the length of the blonde Amazon, pulling her over into a rather large 'small package'.

ONE. TWO. Janneke kicks out with authority.

Both women begin their ascent, but Kylie has a lot less to pull up. She's ready and waiting with a dropkick to the Austrian's chest that staggers Kaiser, the crowd going nuts for their little scrapper. Ky scrambles to her feet and lands another, Janneke's arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. Confidence boosted, Ky kips to her feet and sends a boot, or, in this case, a shoe, into Janneke's rock hard abs. The towering beauty grunts and dips, leaving herself available for a crisp European uppercut from Sanders that staggers Janneke, but no more than before. Kylie drives a axhandle blow into the Austrian's belly, as if she were swinging to cut down the tall timber. Again, Janneke doubles over, this time more than before. Spurred by the growing ovation, Kylie surges to the ropes, bounces back, collects Janneke's head as she rockets by and finally... FINALLY drops her to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. The crowd goes wild.

Fast forward to... a harried Kylie crawling on hands and knees. Behind, tracking her quarry down, is a seemingly pristine Janneke. The six-footer reaches down, snatching an ankle, Kylie flopping like a fish caught on a line, but she cannot break free. Pulling Kylie up by one leg, ass over tea kettle, Janneke drapes the abbreviated appendage over her neck. She then uses her arms to force Kylie's shin and thigh down, placing incredible pressure on Kylie's knee. Sanders yelps in pain, grasping at Kaiser's legs, sorely tempted to go low, anything for release from the Strecth Muffler. But if she angers Janneke, what then? Kylie could only imagine. Instead, she pulls on a thigh, trying to upset Kaiser's balance before her joint pops from the excruciating stress. Tears well in Ky's eyes, her cheeks flushed, the blood starting to collect in her head. The ref asks Kylie if she's ready to quit.

"NOOOOAHHHHH," she wails, sobs turning to whimpers when Janneke lets her fall to the mat like wet cement.

Fast forward to... a close-up on Kylie's wide hazel pools. The camera pans back to a bead of sweat dropping from her adorable nose, and farther still to parted lips, the full lower lip quivering. Finally, the lens captures Kylie's predicament, the diminutive blonde trapped in a front bearhug, her head falling back as a throaty groan escapes, back arching, Janneke impassively compressing the wriggling Sanders without emotion or mercy. Kylie shakes her upturned head, perspiration flying in every direction. Her hands reflexively fly into her mane, leaving their fruitless pushing and prying. Regaining some composure, Kylie comes back to Janneke, leaning her glistening cleavage into the Amazon's face and cupping her head from behind, forcefeeding Janneke a mouthful, the towering blonde's nose peeking over the top of Kylie's bosom.

Kaiser's biceps flex in retaliation, driving the little breath that remained from Kylie's lungs. Janneke violently swings Kylie side-to-side in her grasp, freeing herself from Sanders' last ditch effort, her face emerging from Kylie's considerable assets, the Iowa native's hands softly trailing from Janneke's head to her neck to her shoulders and down, limply resting on her toned derriere. Kylie's toetips no longer stretch for the canvas, legs falling still. Her eyes roll back slightly, head drooping forward to lie on Janneke's shoulder. Soon, the feel of a gooey line of spittle rolling down her arm tells the FAWN's frosty colossus all she needs to know.

Janneke releases her grip and lets Kylie's feet sag to the mat. From nowhere, a weak, piteous attempt at a bearhug surrounds the Austrian's belly. Janneke nods in acknowledgement, but then yanks Kylie into a side headlock. Pulling Kylie's left arm away from her back, she traps the limb in a hammerlock. Janneke then pulls Kylie off her feet, the spent Hawkeye's legs reflexively wrapping around Kaiser. Janneke shakes the last vestiges of resistance free, then completes this version of the Kaiser Lock with an inverted Atomic Drop. Kylie's body collapses around the destructive impact, her body 'balling', only partially conscious. Casually, Janneke stretches Kylie out like a pelt on a wall and climbs atop her in a full body pin. The rest is academic as ONE... TWO... THREE.

Back in the studio...

"Sometimes you're surprised by a result. And other times, like tonight, you're not. Kylie squeezed out a few moments where she looked like a member of FAWN's roster, but she was in WAY over her head with this duty. Much like Portia, the former coed didn't have nearly the tools to climb this Matterhorn. Ky was bruised and battered, squashed and squeezed into submission by Janneke, then put out of her misery with a distant, detached indifference. Frankly, I'm feeling a little frosty in the studio from Miss Kaiser's almost perfunctory demolition. The entire roster, Chrissy included, had better beware of Janneke. She brings weapons never before seen in a FAWN ring. Ask Kylie, she sure found out tonight. OK. Fans, up next, Jan Delgado meets Dominique Daly in a battle of mighty mites. Don't go away."

WINNER: Janneke Kaiser