Andromeda walks down the aisle, her gold bikini and boots shimmering in the arena lights, her hair looking ravishing. She enters the ring and drops her gold jacket. She gives the fans a few shakes of her Atlanta born and bred body before casting one of her mean glances back toward the entrance ramp.

Then, the music flowing from the speakers changed...

"I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease"

As the grinding strains of Nickelback play over the PA system, a resoundingly favorable ovation joins the tune, heralding the return of Jeanette Lansdale. And not only does Bethany's hand-picked music remain, the CEO's personal choice of Jeanette's ring gear--an extremely revealing pink thong bikini--remains as well. Twin pillars of white pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as Jeanette steps out from the back and walks toward the ring. Having snapped her losing streak against Sascha Savarino, then notching a lucky win against Ivy Armstrong, Jeanette carried herself with her old confidence. Her hair is free and flowing, out of its usual tight ponytail, her beautiful face set in a radiant smile. She waves to the fans on her way down to the ring, posing seductively with her hands on her hips. The very embodiment of sexy athleticism, she leaps up on the ring and enters. Jeanette stretches in the ring, readying herself for combat.

Jeanette's new living arrangement offered her quality training partners, the kind that should serve as whetstones to sharpen the blades of her technique and timing. And while Andromeda was hardly headline material, as evidenced by Jeanette's spot opposite her on the under card, she was the type of girl who historically gave Jeanette problems: strong girls who liked to brawl and fight a close-in, high pressure, up-in-your-face match.

The bell rang, and the 5'7", 135 pound blonde meets the 5'1", 118 pound ebony beauty in the middle of the ring and forces her back almost immediately.

"Break!" calls the referee, and Jeanette complies. Andromeda takes advantage of the opportunity, raking Jeanette's eyes with her fingernails and pivoting into a stiff punch to Jeanette's historically vulnerable tummy.

"Guh!" cries the blonde, doubling over. Andromeda steps in and executes a nice hiptoss, depositing Jeanette onto her back and treating the crowd to a view of Jeanette's left breast, which pops free of the comically tiny bikini top she wore as a condition of her employment. Andromeda drops an elbow into the canvas as Jeanette rolls away, quickly tucking her breast back into her top, then meeting Andromeda as she rose with a wicked clothesline that snapped the Atlantan's head back viciously. With Andromeda suddenly prone, Jeanette grabs her arm and wrenches her back to her feet and into a painful armbar, followed by a short clothesline.

Wait! Jeanette thought. I remember this from one of Carrie's WWF DVD's!

She drags a groaning Andromeda up to her feet and drives the crown of her head into the canvas with impressive force, a la Jake "The Snake" Roberts, apparently knocking out the beautiful Nubian.

Somewhere in the second deck of the arena, sit two serious FAWN fans. One turns to the other.

"I guess she got her timing back, huh?" he asked.

"... yeah... " grunted the other.

Back to the ring.

Jeanette goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Kick out.

Without hesitation or a hint of frustration, Jeanette rises and drags Andromeda with her. She sends the rubber-legged beauty into the ropes and catches on the rebound with a flawlessly executed power slam that draws a few oohs and ahhhs from the crowd. Once again covering her left breast, Jeanette rises.

She looks down at a slightly writhing Andromeda, decides that she isn't going anywhere, and decides to finish the match with a bang. The blonde walks to the corner and uncharacteristically climbs to the top rope. The loud reaction from the crowd satisfied the sculpted blonde. Jeanette perching herself on the top rope wasn't what was causing the pop, however. Sprinting down the ramp is a woman with just enough history with both Andromeda and Jeanette to goad her into action. The referee spies movement, but before he can react, Demetria Andrews is on the apron, shaking the ropes, dooming Jeanette's top rope foray and giving Andromeda a chance to make this a match.

Jeanette's footing fails her and she falls, her crotch slamming into the junction of the ropes. Her mouth falls open as a low, agonized groan passes through her lips. After a few long seconds, she pitches forward, crashing to the canvas in a heap of blonde hair and pink lace.

The crowd erupts, some in outrage, some in approval, but the referee isn't about to disqualify Andromeda. Writing the disastrous consequences of Lansdale's top rope excursion to her own lack of footing, he merely orders Demetria away from ring side.

Lying on the canvas, Andromeda is aware of the gift that her acquaintance gave her. She struggles to her feet, and staggers over to the gasping blonde, measuring her with an elbow drop to the forehead. The sweat-slicked ebony beauty drapes herself across Jeanette's chest, not bothering to hook one of her legs. The referee is Johnny-on-the-spot.

ONE

TWO

Jeanette weakly drapes a leg over the ropes. Muttering a curse, Andromeda stands and grabs Jeanette's arms, dragging her to the center of the ring. She grabs two handfuls of blonde hair, and hauls Jeanette up, lacing an arm between her legs, scooping her up, and slamming her to the canvas. The struggling blonde groans and arches her back, the practically non-existent bikini top failing to contain either breast during the body slam.

"OH!" Jeanette cries as a boot to her tummy flattens her to the canvas. Nine more boots to her tummy leave the blonde suitably limp for Andromeda, who hauls Jeanette up and sends her for the ride. As the blonde rebounds, Andromeda ducks to back drop her, but Jeanette has more than enough of her faculties to swing her foot into the newcomer's face. In a flash, Jeanette grabs Andromeda's head and twists so that the two are back to back. With a six-inch height advantage, Jeanette leans forward, straightening her legs, rubbery at first, but quickly firming up.

There would be no escape from the hangman for Andromeda. For several seconds she struggles, refusing to submit to Jeanette, despite the crippling pain in her neck and back. The superbly conditioned blonde bounces on the balls of her feet, waiting expectantly for the submission that never came. After a minute, the referee raises one of Andromeda's arms. It falls. Twice. Three times, and the bell tolls. Jeanette, hair a mess, lets the girl fall limply to the canvas. She adjusts herself to conceal what is intended to be concealed, then leans over, rolling Andromeda onto her back. With a twist and tear, she relieves her expended opponent of her top, then gets back to her feet, twirling the top over her head before letting it fly into the crowd, most of whom cheer her third straight win.

Jeanette was back, even if her sugar and spice was a little bit darker than it used to be.

WINNER BY KNOCKOUT: JEANETTE LANSDALE