An advertisement for Semiwagan Shine draws to a close; a large man with a moose tattoo on his forearm places his hand suggestively on the thigh of a young blonde, flitting his tongue in and out as she furtively sips from the titular brown bottle…and we’re back to Vendetta finding the three ladies almost ready to get to it.
 
You figure Elektra’s a butter-face Ted?  Is that why she wears the mask?
 
I have no idea Joey…
 
I mean, you can see a lot of her face, but maybe she’s got a big mole or something…hell, who am I kidding, I’d still hit it.
 
Are you going to be able to control yourself?
 
Yeah, sure buddy, I made sure head to the can and bop my baloney before this one started.  I’ll keep it down, don’t worry.
 
As the bell sounds the three women come to the centre and glare at one another.  Sara & Jill immediately get in one another’s face, with the Florida native berating her Canadian counterpart.  This of course provides the ‘Brightest Woman in Wrestling’ with all the time she needs to deliver a dropkick which propels the 120 lbs Brookes into Jill, sending them both stumbling and bringing the crowd to its feet.  As the rise in succession the illuminating beauty gives each an arm drag in their turn, much to the delight of the assembled masses. For a second time Elektra sends Jill reeling, this time with a forearm shot, which puts the Nor’West Nymph on the back foot.  She has something grander in store for Sara Brookes however and makes to propel her attack with a running start.  She gets caught though, when the Floridian flings her vertically up into the air.  As gravity takes hold and draws her downward, Brookes steps aside in order that the wild woman of the woods might fire a well-placed kick into the falling foe; giving the spacey siren a wake up call, courtesy of the Alarm Clock.  The two women congratulate themselves on their momentary alliance, but it’s to be short-lived.  The lady known as Miami's Finest rears back and delivers a hard slap across Jill’s countenance, but instead of a retreat, she’s greeted only with a coy smirk, much to her confusion. With a quickness surprising even for one so agile, the Tomogonops Terror leaps into Sara arms, flinging her arms around her and astonishingly plants one on him.
 
A kiss!  They're fuckin’ makin’ out!
 
This is certainly an unorthodox strategy here by Jill.  It’s got the crowd on it’s feet though…is anyone listening to me…??
 
Yet, not all is as it seems and the reaction is not as Joey Miles would anticipate.  Mere moments after the embrace has begun, Brookes shoves Jill to the canvas. However, it is not any lack of willingness that spurs her rejection, but its source is evident from the blood running from her mouth. Sara’s tongue probes the gash left by the exacting incisors of the Lady Logger, her eyes showing forth her evident antipathy. Meanwhile, Jill flashes her red-stained pearly whites to both the folks in the crowd and her adversary.
 
I hoped she was kinky, but I guess I didn’t know how much.
 
It’s more than that Joey, she’s playing head games.
 
Crazy chicks are the best lays…
 
Jill is rocked by a half dozen lefts and rights from the irate Florida femme fatale, before replying with a few of her own. The fans are on their feet, as Jill dispenses with the pleasantries and simply gives Sara a poke in the eye, before clotheslining her over the ropes to the floor.  Jill offers a few choice words to the ringsiders, before catching a charging Elektra with a vaginal claw. The agony and the ecstasy etched on the face of the masked maiden are dismissed forcibly by a headbutt from the Canadian.
 
This logging chick’s gotta be horny as hell…she just fingered her opponent!
 
Well, I’m pretty sure that hold is illegal…
 
Only if you’re under 18…
 
On the outside, upon seeing the camera there, Sara Brookes turns to the folks in TV-land and puts her finger up to her lips in a shushing motion. As she was flirting with the camera, a roar could be heard from the crowd right as the screen changed. A few moments later, as Brookes was shushing the audience, a streak of movement came in from just off-screen, and a hand came smacking across the back of her head. Holding the spot she got hit, Sara looked back to see that Elektra just got whipped into the turnbuckle next to her.  Frustrated at her plan getting so rudely interrupted, Sara reaches over and digs her fingers into Elektra’s eyes, wrapping herself around the back of the post to get a good position. The lady in the cowl screams in pain, trying to get her hands up to get those talons out of his face. The referee comes over, shouting, "Hey, cut it out! 1! 2! 3..."  The ref doesn't have too much to worry about however, as Sara’s head shoots up, her face filled with the bottom of Jill’s boot.
 
Ooo! Now we’re getting serious, she almost took her head off with that shot.
 
Man, it’s easy to forget there’s a wrestling match on…tig ol’bitties…know what I mean?
 
Sara squirms on the floor, while back in the ring, Elektra stumbles out of the corner, and right into Jill's waiting arms. She snatches up the interstellar angel and places her stomach down. The Lady Logger then drops Elektra face-first into the turnbuckle. Taking the chance, Jill goes for the pinfall. Showing tenacity and perseverance, Elektra manages to raise her shoulder skywards as the referee slaps his hand to the mat for a second time, to break up the pinfall cover. Not perturbed by this, Jill scrambles back to her feet and hits the ropes.  Yet, the luminous lady gets to her knees forcing the woman whistle punk to throw both boots into the side of Elektra's cranium, sending her to the mat. Immediately following the dropkick Jill hooks the far leg, forcing the official into another pin count.
 
A vicious dropkick there, Elektra’s really in trouble.
 
Yeah, if her face wasn’t messed up before, I’ll bet it is now.
 
Once again, the dazzling diva is forced to exert energy and a count of 2 is all that results. Jill decides to wear down her opposition so her next pinfall attempt can be inescapable. She grasps both of her opponent's wrists, while placing her foot on Elektra's upper back, pulling back on the arms to compress the shoulder blades. Elektra wriggles for a few moments, before realising her distance from the ropes and racking her brain for a counter to the manoeuvre. Her pain-addled brain can stand no more and just as she might just knuckle under, the forgotten competitor, Sara Brookes slides into the ring and smashes her knee into the cranial lobe of “Lumber” Jill. The New Brunswick native releases her grasp and crumbles.  Sara isn’t finished however and quickly goes to work, mounting Jill and throwing lefts, rights and even an equalizing headbutt, while plaid vixen vainly attempts to cover up.
 
Geez, what happened to the matches where they tore one another’s clothes off.  Look at those potatoes Sara is throwing!  Shit, Jill ain’t pretty no more…
 
Brookes finally releases Jill from her grasp as her own blood now spurts from her mouth.  The man in the zebra stripes asks about stopping the match, but receives only an unbroken chain of expletives in reply.  Elektra begins to struggle to her feet, using the ropes for support. Seeing this, Sara walks behind the hooded heroine and spins on the balls of her feet, before throwing her right leg into the air.  The kick goes wide and suddenly the Floridian is hung up on the top strand, her leg propped in suspension while Elektra lands a clothesline.  As Jill returns to the fray, in an attempt to recover control, she is met with a desperate spear than does little more than knock her off her feet, but seems to signal a turn in the tide. The buoyant beauty scrambles to her feet and catches a charging Sara with a hip toss, turns and has a stiff forearm smash ready for Jill before a nice savate kick to Brookes, sends her to the outside. She’s not safe though, as Elektra executes a front flip over the ropes to the outside, leaving the Miami darling in a heap on the concrete and the crowd eager for more action.
 
And Elektra is back on top in this one!  She’s just a ball of energy.
 
Probably just needs to get off…
 
Will you be serious for a minute?
 
You mean to tell me Teddy that you wouldn’t wanna bang the shit outta one of these broads?
 
Back in the ring, Elektra climbs the woods-woman as though she was a majestic oak, and plants a sleeper on her. The Nor’West Nymph fights to retain consciousness, but the weight of her opponent, and the general chaos of the last few moments, seem to have sapped all of her resistance. She slowly begins to wilt. Jill drops to a knee and the crowd boisterously signals its approval. Elektra continues to bear down on the sleeper hold, but somehow the Lady Logger manages to get her legs back under her. Suddenly she drops, crashing toward the canvas, pinning Elektra between the mat and the mackinaw. The referee counts the slapdash pinning combination that results, but Jill, still halfway to dream land, kicks herself out of a potential victory.
 
Jill’s showing me some saavy out there...a will to win and a desire to survive.
 
She’s showin’ a helluva lot more than that in that outfit…
 
As both women get to their feet, Elektra strikes back with a series of knife-edge chops that send the Tomogonops Terror to the buckle. An Irish whip sees her sail, sternum first, into the opposite corner. The Brightest Woman in Wrestling rushes to capitalize, but an ill-advised German suplex attempt is met with a winded mule kick. As Elektra staggers back, a rejuvenated Sara Brookes stands ready to deliver a series of stiff shots to the kidneys, which leave a pained expression on the former’s face. Miami's finest follows up by lifting Elektra onto her shoulders, but before she can execute her intentions, he’s run over by a Cedar Butt straight to the kisser.  Sara & Electra both fall into a heap.  As Elektra rises, Jill applies a front facelock, grabs hold her far hand then swings in a semi-circular motion, before falling such that the back of Elektra's neck impacts on the shoulders of the Canadian.  The swinging neckbreaker is the ideal set up for the Widow Maker, which in turn leads to Jill’s first victory.
 

When the axes chop..the panties drop…