TAMMY DeVILLE: "Welcome to FAWN, ladies and gentlemen...we have an action-packed show for you tonight!"

BUCK ANSOME: "Well, if you consider starting things off with a total ass-kicking, then I agree, Tammy."

TAMMY: "As usual, Buck, I don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about."

BUCK::"I'm talking about our first match'...and I use that term in the loosest sense. What we're gonna see is the FAWN mascot, Cynthia Mitchell, get whupped yet again."

TAMMY::"Granted, Cynthia has not had an easy time of it in FAWN yet, but she has proven herself to be an able competitor, having gone to the mat against the likes of Ivy Belle Armstrong and Dirty Cathy Dennehy."

BUCK::"Gone to the mat is right! She's had her back to the canvas more times than Baskin-Robbins has flavors."

TAMMY::"Is that the wittiest analogy you can come up with?"

BUCK::"I'm saving my A-List material for when the WWE picks me up."

TAMMY:[Muttering] "Please God, let that happen soon."

BUCK:"You say something, Tam?"

TAMMY::"*Sigh At any rate, I believe Mitchell has a good chance of earning a victory tonight, as she is facing a neophyte to the sport. This will be the very first match for the newcomer known only as BabyGurl."

BUCK::"First PRO WRESTLING match for BabyGurl, that is. But my sources tell me that she has a hell of a lot of experience as a street fighter, so a little goody-goody ragdoll like Cynthy Mitchell shouldn't give her any trouble at all."

TAMMY: "Cynthia would disagree with you, I'm sure. Word has it that this last-minute addition to the lineup tonight came about because Mitchell herself went to Maurie Davenport this afternoon and literally demanded that it be added to the card."

BUCK:: "If that's true, I don't know where a never-was little loser like her gets off telling the boss how to do his job. I'm sure the only reason he didn't fire her and the stick up her butt on the spot was so that BabyGurl could play with her a little bit first."

TAMMY: "That's a good point, Buck...ordinarily, a match such as this would be 'dark,' meaning it wouldn't air on the television show. But I think Mr. Davenport wants to give his newest addition to the roster, BabyGurl, a big public launch. And, just maybe, he wants to see what Cynthia can do when she's got her dander up."

BUCK:: "She's got dandruff, too? Geez, that girl is a wreck."

TAMMY: "Thankfully, we're about to introduce the combatants, so we can all stop listening to you for a few moments, Buck."

There's a burst of feedback over the PA system, and then "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet blasts from the speakers. BabyGurl steps between the curtain, wearing a black crop-top T-shirt with the word WHORE spelled out in rhinestones across the front, a blue lycra thong, and black leather motorcycle ankle boots. The male contingency in the crowd is notably appreciative of the league's newest competitor as she struts down the aisle to the ring. Slipping between the ropes, she jumps to the top of a corner and raises both arms into the air, hands clenched into fists, and shouts a war cry to the cheering crowd.

Suddenly, the music changes into t.A.T.u.'s "How Soon is Now?" Cynthia Mitchell, wearing her customary purple two-piece, appears at the top of the aisle. She halts for a moment, then marches down, her eyes never once drifting from the woman already in the ring. The response from the crowd is a mixture of polite applause, some jeers and boos, and a few genuine fans of the younger Mitchell, lustily shouting their support. She ignores them all.

Both wrestlers stand in their corners as the referee calls for the bell. Cynthia cautiously steps forward and begins to circle her opponent, hands ready, defenses up, looking for an opening. BabyGurl openly scoffs at her opponent and simply walks towards her, all-but-daring the brunette to make the first move. Mitchell obliges her, moving like lighting as she takes her foe down with an arm drag, then shifting to an arm bar. BabyGurl winces, but wastes no time in countering by balling her free hand and powering a fist straight into Cynthia's jaw.

The brunette falls backwards from the blow, releasing her hold, and BabyGurl immediately pounces, knocking Mitchell flat on her back. Straddling her, the Detroit Destroyer wraps one hand around Cynthia's slender throat, and with the other she begins jackhammering punches to her victim's face.

BUCK: "Look at that...Mitchell is on her back in record time!"

TAMMY: "She is definitely in trouble. BabyGurl has displayed absolutely no technical ability in this match so far, but she's still taken control simply on the strength of her brawling tactics.

BUCK: "Mark my words, Tammy...BabyGurl is gonna be a big star in FAWN! At least Cynthia Mitchell gets to go down in the history books as the first wrestler to be beaten by this beautiful doll."

TAMMY: "This match isn't over yet, Buck. But if Cynthia doesn't turn things around, I fear your prediction of a BabyGurl victory is inevitable."

BUCK: "Yeah, and it's bound to come true, too!"

Halting her barrage of blows, BabyGurl stands up and grabs Cynthia by the hair, pulling her painfully to her feet. BabyGurl then scoops her opponent up and slams her hard to the canvas. Cynthia's back arches and her face is contorted in pain, which only increases when her foe stomps down on Mitchell's stomach with her boot.

Again, BabyGurl pulls Mitchell to her feet by her hair, and then Irish whips her into the corner, the brunette's back colliding solidly with the barely-padded turnbuckle. Cynthia stumbles forward, clearly stunned, while her opponent stealthily slips around behind her. Then, reaching around her rival's waist, BabyGurl grabs Mitchell's shorts in the front and jerks them up. Cynthia's eyes go wide as saucers and a high-pitched squeal is ripped from her throat as the fabric digs deep into her groin in a reverse wedgie. Harder and harder yanks her tormentor, until the offending fabric literally disappears into a thicket of curly brown locks.

BUCK: "Wow, I'd say it's time to schedule a bikini wax!"

Finally releasing her insidious hold, BabyGurl smiles broadly as Cynthia drops to her knees, her hands desperately working to pull her bottoms free of her clitoris, tears now welling in the teen's eyes. But the Motor City street fighter is unmoved by the plight of her victim, and she again hauls Mitchell up with a handful of long brown hair, then shoves her roughly back into the corner. Cynthia slumps downward until her butt unceremoniously hits the mat.

TAMMY: "Uh oh, from the look on her face, I think BabyGurl intends to put poor Cynthia Mitchell away for good now."

BUCK: "But I'm willing to bet this cat plays with her mouse before she wipes her out completely!"

As if knowing what he's wishing for, BabyGurl turns to the announcer's table and gives Buck a wink.

BUCK: "Did you see that? She likes me! I knew I loved this babe!"

Then, BabyGurl strides over to the opposite corner from her stunned opponent. Again raising her arms in a warrior's pose, the newcomer let's loose another yell of triumph. Then she charges towards Mitchell, leaping feet-first towards her at the last moment. But it is not BabyGurl's intent to kick her target; instead, she spreads her legs so that she manages to land in perfect position to apply a Bronco Buster. But then, displaying the incredible strength of her legs, BabyGurl wraps them not only around Cynthia's head, but also around the ringpost behind her, locking her ankles in place, and literally holds her upper body up off of the canvas entirely through the power of those limbs as she applies a combination Bronco Buster/headscissors! It's a specialized hold she has dubbed "Rock-A-Bye Baby," and it's just about the only move in her arsenal that even comes close to approximating a technical wrestling maneuver.

Mitchell's arms and legs flail as she is simultaneously smothered and her head is squeezed by her opponent's muscular thighs. BabyGurl's crotch thrusts roughly again and again into her hapless rival's face, as muffled cries can be heard from the embattled teenager.

Suddenly, however, the only sound that can be heard is the scream that erupts from BabyGurl's mouth!

BUCK: "Wow, that's some orgasm!"

TAMMY: "That's not a happy sound, you moron...I can't be sure, but it looks as if...yes, yes she is! Cynthia Mitchell is actually biting BabyGurl in the crotch! This is a desperation move from Mitchell, but if she wants to avoid a loss, she doesn't have much choice."

Unlocking her legs, BabyGurl manages to pull free of Cynthia and she rolls to safety across the ring. Rising to her knees, the newcomer massages her aching groin and shoots Mitchell a glare that spells death.

Both wrestlers warily get to their feet and begin circling. Cynthia again strikes a traditional pose, ready for a lock up, and BabyGurl again dismisses the opportunity and prepares to launch another fist into her opponent's face. Which is why the Detroit Destroyer never sees the kick that lands a boot flush into her already-tender groin. BabyGurl doubles over in pain, and is met with a kneelift to the jaw, which sends her crashing down to the canvas.

BUCK: "Hey, that's dirty pool! Mitchell's supposed to fight fair!"

TAMMY: "There are definitely rougher-than-usual tactics from Cynthia, but I don't see how she has any other option right now."

Rolling off of her back and onto her hands and knees, BabyGurl attempts to rise, but is rewarded for her efforts with a vicious kick to the temple, sending her sprawling. Her face a mask of anger, Mitchell grabs her opponent by her own tresses and pulls her up, then drags her over to the nearest corner, where she delivers ten forehead slams into the top turnbuckle in quick succession. BabyGurl reels backwards several steps before crashing to her back.

Getting on her knees behind her opponent, Mitchell lifts BabyGurl up into a sitting position, then rips her opponent's top up and off of her, exposing her breasts to the crowd, which reacts with a very happy cheer. Then, wrapping each end of the shirt around her hands to secure it, the brunette tightens it around BabyGurl's neck, choking her! The referee repeatedly order Cynthia to break this illegal chokehold, but it isn't until the cusp of the count of five that she complies. BabyGurl simply sits there, swaying unsteadily, slackjawed and glassyeyed.

TAMMY: "This is a side of Cynthia Mitchell we've never seen before! She's fought fire with fire in the past, but never to this degree. And I can't ever recall her openly defying the referee like this!"

BUCK: "Forget the mascot...look at poor BabyGurl! She doesn't deserve to be treated this way! She's a professional, dammit! They shouldn't be putting her into the ring with cheaters like Cynthia Mitchell!"

TAMMY: "Well, it seems to me that BabyGurl is only getting a taste of her own medicine. I just never would have expected Cynthia Mitchell to be the one administering the dose."

Standing before her stunned opponent, Cynthia places her hands on her hips, then puts her foot to BabyGurl's bare chest and pushes her back down to the mat. Sitting astride her rival, Mitchell seems to hesitate a moment, but then she slides her body up, until she's sitting atop BabyGurl's face, smothering her beneath the brunette.

Cynthia begins gyrating and thrusting her hips, increasing her foe's discomfort. BabyGurl's body thrashes wildly, but she is unable to buck her tormentor off, and her movements gradually grow weaker. The crowd, which was so indifferent if not hostile towards Cynthia earlier in the match, now cheers her. But if she takes any satisfaction from her sudden popularity, she betrays none of it. Indeed, her face remains a mask of rage, as if impending victory means nothing to her.

And victory does come. The referee raises BabyGurl's arm once...twice...thrice...and watches it fall lifeless to the mat with a dull thud. Calling for the final bell is a mere formality.

Cynthia rises from the unconscious body beneath her, a sneer of contempt twisting her beautiful visage. The ref raises her arm, but after a moment Mitchell pulls her hand free and slips out of the ring, marching up the aisle while again paying no heed to the crowd. Nevertheless, the fans are now solidly behind her in support of her stunning victory.

TAMMY: "Well, this was certainly unexpected! Cynthia Mitchell did manage to collect the win, but only after engaging in tactics that we would never expect from her."

BUCK: "Hey, maybe the kid is finally wising up? If you want to succeed in FAWN, you've got to be willing to go to the cliff and, if need be, jump off. She was always too scared to even get close enough to look over the edge, but now it looks as if she's making that leap."

TAMMY: "I hope you're wrong, Buck. Cynthia may not have had the most enviable record in the league, but she could always be counted on to wrestle with honor and integrity, just as her mother, Natalie Roberson, always did during her career. It would be a sad thing to see her reject a lifetime's worth of teaching and start taking shortcuts to victory. And if she does do that, you have to wonder how it will effect her partnership with her sister, Sophie."

BUCK: "Seems to me that ol' Soph could learn a thing or two from her kid sister. She hasn't exactly been setting the ring on fire all that much lately either, y'know."

TAMMY: "Well, whatever happens, I think we've just seen the start of something new and unexpected here in FAWN. Where it leads to, no one can yet know."