"Come on, really look tough!" he directs as Wendy contorts her angelic smile into a Diva-worthy sneer. "If you were a wrestler, you'd be doing a lot of intimidating and you'd be trash-talking your opponents. Get aggressive!" As soon as Wendy masters looking mean, the King switches gears. "Now you've just won your match, so give me a cocky look," he says, the camera popping away. "Hold up the chair like you're gonna throw it at me. And remember, you can't smile if you're gonna hit me with a chair!"
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After a few rolls click by, Wendy decides it's time to show the King her finest assets. As she slips her nipples out of her tiny bikini top, Lawler lets out a whoop: "Woohoo, those are some champion puppies! I want to wrestle you all day and all night."
"Are you nervous?" she asks with a smile.
"Of course I'm nervous!"
"It's a tough job, but someone has to do it," she says, tossing her top over the ropes.
Lawler takes a quick break to inspect his test Polaroids of Wendy ("Now these you have to autograph for me.") and then it's back to the task at hand. With a simple tug of her bikini string, Wendy gives the King his first glimpse of her Diva-grade derriere. With that, he decides it's time for him to take something off, too: "Wendy, I'm gonna let you hold the royal crown."
"I hear it's a big honor to be crowned by the King," she says, hovering it over her perfect backside.
"Later you can hold the royal scepter," Lawler quips, anything but innocently.
As the photo session reaches its end, the King pauses for a moment to reminisce about his all-too-brief career as a Playboy photographer. "You've gotta realize, I usually have to be around a lot of big, sweaty men," he explains. "Wendy is quite a change from that, a welcome change." And her puppies? "Wendy's puppies are outstanding! I'd like to have them in the King's kennel permanently."
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