In a global media saturated with extreme wrestling fantasies, something as lightweight as a coed contest is destined to be swept under the mat pretty quickly. Would that had been the merciful fate of round one of this second volume. Gio should be disqualified for taking so many dives under Mercedes' ass. He's three times heavier than her and sports five times as many tattoos. Round two, pitting Janay against Sam, retains the high credibility level fans demand from nude wresting. Sam, a swaggering Dixie-fried sissy, gets himself into trouble with his overconfident drawl. Janay, a stone cold veteran, lets him mouth off to his heart's content before laying him low with her superior grappling power. When not incapacitated by a chokehold, Sam's flailing around, bitching and moaning like a little girl. Finally, after one two many headlocks, Sam throws in the towel. Janay wins the belt. It's a marvelous 8-inch strap-on which she generously feeds to the loser.