A more apt title there never was.

Opener Joey Strange, oddly enough, draws no blood here; nor does he hang from his usual flesh hooks. Instead, he takes the Dominant approach. He soon wipes the smirk off Kelly's face with his whip. Next, Strange flogs an electrical tape-bound Jacklyn Lick on her succulent bubble butt. A sound paddling leaves her with a beauteous series of raised purple welts along her backside. Nice.

But this is, after all, Nicole Bass' show. Her entrance, as always, is nothing less than memorable. Royally pissed that wrestling superstar John Kronus has beat up her best friend, she proceeds to thrash the living shit out of him. The capper comes when Bass hands Kronus a razor blade, and makes him cut his forehead, which absolutely gushes blood. She gets him in a headlock, and punches his skull repeatedly with her ham-like fist. By now blood is spraying everywhere - all over the floor, the couch, the walls.

"Look at you," she hollers. "It's like you're menstruating! You got your fucking period? You disgust me."

Not content to leave bleeding dogs lie, she bashes him harshly over the head with the lid of the trash can, as if his cranium were the cannon accent to the 1812 Overture. Bass finally decides Kronus has paid enough, and leaves him there, gasping for breath on the dirty concrete floor. Just bee-you-tee-ful.