Candy walked into the ring smiling and full of energy, showing off her shiny baby-blue leotard and white pantyhose, convinced her charm and confidence would be enough to impress and intimidate. But Elektra, in her sleek black swimsuit and high boots, had no interest in playing nice. What followed was a one-sided destruction—Elektra unleashed a cold, technical storm of pro-style punishment. Hairpulls, vicious kicks, and humiliating stretches tore Candy’s spirit down, hold by hold. She was bent and broken in a ruthless series of submissions: a brutal Boston crab, a tight Texas cloverleaf, and an unforgiving ankle lock that had Candy screaming in desperation. Elektra grinned with every cry, delivering a dominant performance that left no doubt—this was not a match, it was a lesson in pain.
