Ashley holds her own, but loses her panties.

Vlad gets a grip on Ashley's panties and simply rips the tiny scrap of material straight out through the split in her skirt. He throws back his head and lets out a triumphant roar as he holds the white shreds of cloth up for the crowd to see.

The crowd boo the heel, the move that floored Ashley after all coming before she was even half inside the ring. He snarls back at the hostile audience, baring his fake fangs.

Ashley makes the most of the big Rumanian taking his attention off of her. Her long spread legs scissor upwards and wrap and lock around the kneeling mans head. Ashley throws her weight over to one side and Vlad flips over, landing on his back. After a moment Vlad reaches under Ashleys knee and pushes her neck scissors off. Both wresters roll away from one another and jump back to their feet.

Vlad still has Ashley's torn panties in his hand. AS he and Ashley circle one another he lifts the ripped cloth to his nose and inhales. He then flings the ruined panties out into the audience where a brief scuffle breaks out between two fans over the sought after Ashley Massaro memorabilia.

Vlad goes into a crouch, holding out his hands with his fingers spread open and gestures for Ashley to come forward. It's an obvious trap, the impaler far outweighs Ashley and going toe to toe in a test of strength would be greatly to his advantage.

"Come, come to me." Vlad calls out in his thick accent. His red eyes are theatrically wide and staring as he beckons her.

"Get real Drac." Ashley laughs. "What d'you think you really are a vampire? If you think you can hypnotise people you're just screwy."

Vlad growls in annoyance and rushes at Ashley with his arms wide to try to trap her in a bear hug.