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"Mia Legend is top brass at the NWWL. Known and respected as an authority figure, Legend is responsible for making memorable matches and laying down the law in and out of the ring. With a hard body and soft voice, Legend is often considered an unstoppable force, and always gives the fans what they want! When it comes to calling the shots, she keeps the wrestlers in line and doesn't take any attitude. With years in the biz, Legend knows how to rule with an iron fist, but also knows when to give it a light, feminine touch. But when all else fails, Legend isn't opposed to settling her differences in the ring. With brains, beauty, and brawn, it's no wonder she's made it to the top of the heap as the NWWL Commissioner extraordinaire. So when I sat down to talk to the one and only Mia Legend, I found out what it takes to make it BIG in the Naked Women's Wrestling League..."

Q: Tell us what it’s like to be the woman on top at the NWWL?
A: “I feel honored to oversee a

League with such extreme athletes. These ladies were hand picked from literally thousands of beautiful, athletic women from all around the world. My job is not easy, but I always enjoy a good challenge. I may not be easy to work with, but I pride myself on being a fair and solid regulator.”

Q: Who do you think deserves a title shot?
A: ”Without choosing any favorites, I can identify most with Annie Social. She is a beautiful woman, whose face of truth stares intently at her opponents and can quickly expose their trickery. With brains, beauty and dedication, she is a relentless, one-woman wrecking crew. Annie has what it takes to be an NWWL Champion.”

Q: How much planning goes into a live event like the one in Milwaukee?
A: “An incredible amount of time and energy is spent on the planning of such events. We receive countless requests for appearances and show exhibitions. When we do choose a particular venue, we spend hours training and planning for the event, which can be exhausting. We challenge ourselves to make each show more engaging than the last, and to give the NWWL fans an unforgettable experience every time.”

Q: Where do you plan to take the NWWL brand in the next five years?
A: “Make no mistake, the NWWL will be THE most revered league in the history of women’s wrestling. We have taken Europe by storm, ranking number one on several of the largest networks. In fact, the NWWL reaches more than ninety million households worldwide. We are the newest and most versatile women’s wrestling league to date. And we are a force to be reckoned with. I would like to challenge Vince McMahon to the Real Ultimate Smack-Down one day. The NWWL is ready as we embark on our U.S. Tour … hear us ROAR!”

Born and raised in a rough and tumble family, and then leaving at an early age eventually lead Harley DavodSIN to the NWWL, where she instantly found herself a home. With only 6 months of NWWL training, this tough-talking lady has made her presence known ... and it's not always for her wrestling skills!

Harley DavodSIN is the kind of person who takes supreme pleasure in putting her opponents in their proper place. She's definitely not one to mince words. With a background in racing motorcycles, DavodSIN's no stranger to putting her life on the line. She's a self-proclaimed risk-taker and has done stunt work that no one else would ever consider.

When it comes to winning the belt, she says: "I don't give a rat's ass if I get a shot at the title. I enjoy giving beat downs to the girls who need it." DavodSIN calls herself the champ with or without the "cheap-ass" belt. She doesn't believe in admiring other wrestler's talent because she claims that she is the one who everybody wants to see. Her main career goal is to achieve infamy with the help of the Naked Women's Wrestling League, and she'll do whatever it takes to get it.

She believes being admired by her fans is only one step closer to that goal, but she doesn't mind bad-mouthing them when they get out of line! DavodSIN is often caught repeating her motto: "fighting, girls, and nudity - it's the only entertainment worth watching." She may have loads of attitude, but when she's right, she's right.

A Night at The Playboy Mansion

An NWWL reporter’s tale of fleeting fame, fortune and fantasy…

The gates at the Playboy Mansion guard the personal and sordid secrets of the rich and famous.  But even a fancy fence can't protect its guests from a reporter's curious nature. The mission: to uncover exactly what goes on behind the legendary gates at the Playboy Mansion. Let's just say that I was pleasantly surprised to find the night's magic and mystery so willing to be revealed...

I've heard that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas and you'd assume the same rules apply at the Playboy Mansion but this reliable reporter likes to dig deep to give you the goods. Here's a breakdown of the night's arcane affair:

Red Carpet drama...

What happens when you put shiny, form-fitting dresses with divine, pouf-perfect coifs and enough hairspray to kill a kangaroo on a dozen or so exuberant wrestlers? You've got yourself a brawny, bevy of red carpet divas! If you've never witnessed a procession of primped-up divas, high on Hefner's hormonal emissions, you'll just have to trust me when I say that NWWL's resplendent roster never looked better.

All the pretty, little bunnies...

If you think I'm talking about the Playmates, you're only half right. I mean there really are cute bunny rabbits hopping around the grounds, leading you to the party's entrance and ushering you into a fantasy-filled world of wonder.

A surreal movie set that really isn't a movie set at all!

Imagine that instead of being a run-of-the-mill extra in your real life, you suddenly became an exulted extra at the Playboy Mansion! Instead of eating burnt toast with ketchup at the craft service table you somehow find yourself eating jumbo shrimp (the size of your fist) and drinking an endless glass of Hefner's finest. The women that usually snarl or make goofy faces at you when you're not looking are suddenly asking you to the grotto and peeling off their panties to reveal their leading lady assets (if you know what I mean). You're getting hot under the collar and the pressure to perform is on, but this time, you get to be the star in the splashy, sex scene instead of ending up on some director's cutting-room floor! Sound like a dream? Well, for you it is!

There's no zebra in Hef's zoo...

I played it pretty cool all night. I didn't want to be one of those rubber-neckers that stand in line to take the Mansion's titillating tour. Sure you get to see "where the magic happens" amidst the endless array of sexy hallways and saucy sitting rooms, but I decided to be my very own guide in misadventure. All I had to do was follow the animal noises. After a few embarrassing detours, I finally tiptoed my way down a beaten path to a sleeping menagerie of exotic, wildlife. No lions, tigers or bears, oh my! No, now that I think of it, the only exotic part was guessing which animal was growling at me in the dark. Have they mated an alligator and a peacock yet? I guess a real journalist would have felt around for the answer. Oh well, next time!

There's nothing like a power ballad to send you on your merry way!

It was either REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling" or maybe it was Journey's "Don't Stop Believing," but I wanted the night to go on and on and on and on...Sadly, when the song ended, so did my bad 80's hair band impression. You just can't fight the feeling - to be an air guitar-playing idiot! Luckily, I was in the company of a few drummers, bassists and a smattering of vocalists. I can only assume that they were all classically trained and renowned Air Masters like me but who knows with some people!

Oh yeah, this is Hollywood baby! Don't forget your gift bag...

It didn't take long to assemble the posse. What am I saying? It took forever. We're talking about a night at the Playboy Mansion here and I didn't bring my lasso. So I had to be clever because the bus we rode in on had some weird "LEAVE NO WRESTLERS BEHIND" policy. I needed something that would cause a stir. I began to rush the doors nearing the exit in an incredulous panic, screaming bloody murder: "There are only FIVE gift bags left!" and voilà, the dirty dozen come clamoring out of the woodwork. Trust me, it works every time.

As we headed to our hotel, reminiscing in silence, I took a long look back at the gates closing behind us. I came here to get a sneak peek, but I really got an eyeful! I guess what I secretly wanted were the stories, the ones I could bring back to my friends about contacting Marilyn Monroe's ghost in the loo or bragging incessantly about the wild sexcapades I did or didn't have in the grotto. But in the end, what really happens on the other side of that fancy fence is something you'll just have to experience for yourself. Just one thing Charlie: you'll need that golden ticket first!