It was time, Maurie realized that much. FAWN still had a healthy debt built up from the general start-up costs of the league, the contracts for women who had never wrestled a match for him, including the sizable dollarrs that he had to dish out for the built-in name recognition of the Ice Maiden, Shea London, Chrissy Daniel, and Jeanette Lansdale. But now, six months in, FAWN was established, new �names� had been made from scratch, the singles� environment was healthy and vibrant, while at the same time being violent and nasty, the perfect combination.

He had dabbled with the tag environment, throwing one in on an irregular basis, but always with a solid singles grudge to cement the battle on that level. Kylie and LaKeisha. Chrissy and Irena. This night would be all about the team and ultimately a FAWN championship. Maurie could feel the electricity, even as the fans packed the arena, handing their disposable income over to him more than willingly. The fact that he had lost Ariel and Irena�s services after tag matches fading as quickly as the next cha-ching of the cash registers. Irena would be back. She had to be. But this race for gold could carry things over till her return.

As always, whether it would be successful or not was ultimately up to his employees. In this, Maurie felt extremely safe, for he could trust some to offer their best efforts simply because it was the right thing to do, the only thing. For others, the name, the money, the fame, equally if not more powerful than the right thing.

Maurie knew his women and knew each would find a reason. They were wired internally to make this foray a success.

Devonshire settled into his skybox, pushing the glass partition open in front of his recliner. He wanted to share the feel of the fan�s environment, even if he didn�t want to actually be within. It was the only way to judge, and if the murmur pulsating through tonight�s crowd meant anything to him, it meant another brilliant stroke by Maurie Devonshire. No surprise there.

Two subcontracted lessers were already in the ring to get the crowd percolating, a couple indy rookies from the Southeast trying to make their mark and maybe hook on with his new developmental in Birmingham. And already this crowd was getting into it, at least enough to get their blood pumping and their faces eating. Fifty percent of concessions, how did he get such a sweetheart deal. By the end of the tourney, he�d be in the black and start paying down that debt. Then it was all gravy, or Pepsi and popcorn, the aroma of butter and salt wafting into his suite.

�Get me some corn will ya, Bethany,� he asked his obedient intern, the girl immediately sliding through the door and onto the concourse for some chow.

Everything was great when a plan came together and, despite the setback with Irena, this was going to be a big night.

Below decks, there was a more visceral air of expectancy that comes from placing your pride, hopes, and body on the line, and not just your money.

�Gawd, I hate this part,� Cathy mutters, listening to the raucous crowd cheering and booing the match going on outside. �I hate waiting, especially on a dark card.�

Looking up at the monitor, at the two young ladies in the throes of a match, she comments, �Good gawd, just sit on her face and be done with it!�

Strangely, it is the younger sister who is the calming influence. Cathy feels Shannen�s strong hands on her shoulders, massaging away the tension. Perhaps because she has nothing to prove, or perhaps because she has no idea what she�s getting into, the younger Dennehy is silent, calm and collected. Rubbing in a little baby oil, Shannen adds, �Come�on Sis�the Lone Stranger and Tonto don�t even belong in the ring with us. We�re going to humiliate them. I can already feel little Chief Bloodynose�s face nuzzled in between my��

�Yeah�I know�I just hate waiting,� Cathy interrupts.

Standing, she walks to the mirror, lifts her scuffed white boots to the wooden bench, and bends at the waist to retie them. Satisfied, she runs her hand up her smooth, creamy white thigh to her firm butt. A baby blue thong barely covers the subject in front and does nothing to conceal her backside. Straightening up, she again faces the mirror, adjusting her ponytail, tightening it a little, and brushing back a few stands of jet black hair. Her baby blue sports bra barely covers her medium-sized breasts, the peaks of her small nipples, pressing against the semi-see through material.

She looks back over her shoulder at Shannen standing behind her, tanned, a full head taller and 20 pounds heavier. Her sister�s golden brown and blonde hair is tied back in an identical ponytail, and she wears a nearly identical outfit, except in black. Looking up and down her own frame, Shannen is pleased with her dirty blonde hair and wide, appealing face. Her full bosom, again barely constrained despite Janzen SportsBra�s best efforts.

As her eyes trail down her tanned body, she hesitates at the tiny patch of cloth covering her womanhood. Unused to the �less is more� mantra throughout FAWN, she wished for her old one piece or even her bikini briefs�but this was a little �too little. Maybe it wasn�t too late to change into her black briefs� they were still in her bag.

�You know, this thong thing�it shows off the tan lines on my butt�I think I am going to change into my old tights.� Shannen says, turning her back and heading toward her locker.

Looking up in the mirror, Cathy does see the white shadows of a previously worn bikini on Shannen�s well developed glutes, but she turns toward the younger girl and grabs her playfully by the elastic strap at the back of her thong. Sensing her sister�s hesitation, it is Cathy�s turn to comfort her sister.

�Hey sis�leave it. You look great.� Cathy says. Snapping the waistband, she grins devilishly. �Show the boys a little of what they came for�� adding, �I hear that Doak Campbell, the Cowboys tight end is in the crowd tonight�I know he has a crush on you.�

�No�how did he �Did you tell him?� Shannen asks, flabbergasted.

�Well, I might have slipped a few tickets in the mail� Don�t you want to show him your�tight end?� Cathy asks innocently.

With a flustered gasp, Shannen adds, �Well, yeah� now that you mention it. He is kinda cute and has muscles on top of muscles, and he likes horses, and he has a��

�Hey�hey�I like him already. You don�t have to convince me. I sent him the tickets, remember?� Cathy says, holding up her hands. Looking up at the ring monitor, Cathy notes that one girl has evidently won and they are leaving the ring. �Now, lets go give your uhhh�� slapping Shannen on the buns, ��tight end a little show. A little something to remember you by. A little something to win his heart.�

The knock comes to the door. �ONE MINUTE LADIES!�

Shannen turns and heads for the door, her butterflies forgotten. Cathy turns for the door too, heading out to the ring behind her suddenly brazen sister. Seeing her sisters now confident stride, Cathy adds quietly, �...and a little something to make his dick hard.� The walk to the arena floor is short, the halls empty, except for two EMTs tending to the previous matches� loser. As they break the curtain, the spotlight falls on the Dirty Dennehy Sisters as they purposefully stride to the ring to face the night�s opponents without music, without pyrotechnic fanfare. Quickly climbing the apron, both girls step between the ropes� all business�ignoring the numerous catcalls and whistles.

Despite her recent struggles, Cathy felt a clarity, a calm, with her sister by her side. This was where they were supposed to be and God help anybody and everybody else.

The boos that rain down upon the Dennehys slow to a trickle transforming to a general buzz that sweeps through the capacity crowd. It is suddenly broken by the sound of a cracking whip. A second crack answers the responding burst of whistles and cat calls, and leads swiftly into an explosion of steel guitar and fiddles, signifying the start of the Dixie Chick's "Sin Wagon". Moments later, a pair of rather exquisite figures emerge at the top of the ramp. Lacey Montoya and Juliet Bloodwind have arrived.

Together, the cowgirl from Texarkana and Tempe's Native American temptress strut down the steel. Clad in black leather, from the chaps covering her bikini-style daisy dukes to the halter vest barely containing her ample bosom, Lacey grins at the numerous catcalls from the audience and waves back in return. For her part, the pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement.

At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap complete, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, the Dennehys responding only with an impure smirk. Montoya too does her traditional lap around the perimeter laying high-fives on the appreciative throngs, only stopping to pay her "respects" to the ultra-saucy Ansome. Once finished there, she climbs up onto the apron and steps through the strands as slowly and naughtily as possible before standing upright in the ring...all with a knowing smile on her face.

Lacey joins her partner in the corner and falls into a deep discussion that matches the one opposite them, Cathy and Shannen talking strategy as well.

With a locked handshake and chest bump, Lacey and Juliet separate, the cowgirl from Texarkana sliding through the ropes as sensually as she entered, leaving the Native American beauty to work the first shift, her first effort in the big leagues. Her boots paw at the ground nervously, body shifting to one side then the other, faux deerskin covering a bare modicum of her golden brown skin.

The Dennehy sisters glance at Juliet, give a word and a nod to each other, and Cathy climbs through the ropes, stationing herself by the corner post, both teams apparently deciding to get the newbies some ring time to clear their jitters and their heads.

Shannen purses her lips, kissing one set of fingers then the other. She rubs both berasts brusquely in concentric circles, a couple smallish snowcaps peaking into the black spandex that covers her bosom.

�You have your burial mounds. I have mine,� Shannen taunts, winking as she steps out to meet Bloodwind, the bell ringing simultaneously to an enraged charge from Juliet. Shannen steadies herself with a quarter-turn and lifts a knee into Juliet�s unprotected midriff, halting her headlong rush and doubling her over, ebony pigtails pointing to the mat as she coughs violently.

Having captured the initiative, Shannen rotates behind Bloodwind�s body, dipping and swinging her arms around Juliet�s golden thighs from behind. Showing power to spare, she lifts Juliet, still doubled over, into the air, and swings her, like a sack of potatoes, over her right shoulder. The Native American�s body snaps from bent forward to bent back, her spine curling awkwardly over Shannen�s shoulderblade, the young Dennehy bouncing like a piston to increase the pressure and pain.

�Noooaaww,� Juliet squeals, her hands searching for any point of attack that might release her. Shannen shows strength that her more famous sister would be hard pressed to match, as she makes a circuit of the squared circle, Juliet trapped in the over-the-shoulder backbreaker.

A painful 360 completed, Shannen lets Juliet slowly ooze off in front of her, Bloodwind somehow remaining standing, if barely, when her boots touch the mat. She sways like grass on the Plains as Shannen wraps her arms, almost lovingly, around Juliet�s breasts and embraces, squashing the fleshy swells against her breastbone, Juliet squeaking as the pressure begins to build in her chest, breathing becoming more of an effort with every inhalation.

Shannen�s arms slip lower and tighten around Juliet�s slender, undefined midriff, air rushing from between her lips in a burst as the younger Dennehy lifts the toes of Juliet�s boots, the last remaining vestige of her contact with the canvas, off the mat.

Shannen swings Juliet like a rag doll in her reverse bearhug, Bloodwind reaching back helplessly to find the smallest piece of Shannen, but without success. For a full ten seconds, Shannen uses Juliet�s body, both deerskin and Juliet�s own golden brown dermis, as if she�s wiping some enormous window from side to side, her rag becoming more wet and limp with each swab.

Her arms finally wearing out, relatively big biceps twitching under the strain, Shannen pitches Juliet into her corner with a mighty toss, her dirty blonde ponytail bobbing as she lets fly, Juliet landing with an �oomph� into the rigid buckles. The moment she does, a Venus Flytrap springs into action, Cathy�s arms immediately surrounding the stunned prey, drawing her tight against the corner with a dual clawed grip of Juliet�s breasts.

Bloodwind wails as Cathy�s expert digits dig in through the mock deerskin, the golden-skinned beauty weakly pawing at Cathy�s wrists. Despite the shocking bolts of pain that Cathy is causing, it is all a diversion. Shannen, having got a full running start, launches her brickhouse build into the air and, as Cathy releases, crushes a forlorn Juliet with a devastating corner splash, the post actually vibrating with her arrival atop Bloodwind�s battered form, Juliet�s body seemingly enveloped for a moment before Shannen bounces away.

Juliet falters out of the corner drunkenly, one step then two, before gravity and a concussive lightheadedness bring her abbreviated stroll to a conclusion, face first on the mat.

Shannen rolls Juliet to her back with a push of her black boot and tags her sister, Cathy almost apoplectic at the opportunity to dig into this delicious chewtoy. She calls for the tag and Shannen obliges her big sis

Cathy�s jet black ponytail rocks like a metronome as she dives through the ropes, pale skin covered only by a baby blue sports bra and thong. Quickly, she genuflects, her eyes meeting those of her sister in a knowing fashion. Shannen responds by yanking Juliet to her feet, the � French � Native beauty unable to resist. The younger Dennehy scoops up Juliet like a babe in her arms and tosses the exotic knock-out across Cathy�s extended knee, the base of her spine crashing down over the bony joint. Juliet yelps in pain upon the spine-bending impact, her cries amplified as Cathy pushes down on either side of her body.

The Dennehy�s focus seemed to be turning Juliet�s spinal cord into jelly, but as Cathy works on the deerskin bikini top of Bloodwind, it becomes clear that their main strategy was pain of any kind. The �Dirty One�, a virtuoso of relieving opponents of their attire, has Juliet�s top off in a second or two. Add one more tick for the time it took to sink the Cat�s Claw into Juliet�s modest, but succulent breasts, Cathy picking the fruit in a fashion that was anything but gingerly, these plums sure to have bruises.

While the ref forces Shannen out of the ring, Cathy bears down. Her clawholds legendary, Cathy flattens, squeezes, and digs in at the same time, Juliet intermittently wails and grits her teeth, slapping at Cathy�s calf, her only region readily available.

Slaps becoming less pronounced, Juliet�s body slackening over Cathy�s knee, Lacey has seen enough. She climbs through the ropes and peels Cathy off her friend with a dipping lariat that nearly decapitates Dennehy. Shannen screams in the corner for the ref to intervene as Juliet falls to the mat, curling in a ball and clutching her bosom, not in modesty, but in some way to ease the waves of pain that emanate from her bounty.

Meanwhile, Lacey is upon Cathy, the dark-complected brunette using her superior size to lift the stunned Dennehy from the mat and push her to the ropes. She backs up a couple steps and surveys the diminutive, raven-haired Cathy.

�I think the old saying should be �Don�t mess with WEST Texas.�� With that, she flies forward, arm extended, and clotheslines Cathy over the top rope, Dennehy somersaulting over the strand and falling to the floor below, her shoulder banging the apron on the long way down.

Lacey eschews following up on the outside and instead tends to Juliet, helping her to all fours before the referee snatches an arm and forcefully guides Lacey back to her corner and out. The ring is now empty save for a struggling Juliet clearing her head to pleas from the crowd to get out and get a fresh Lacey back in. Regaining her bearings, Juliet crawls toward Lacey, her friend and partner, seemingly so far away. One arm forward. One leg forward. She closes the gap. Again. And again. Pendulous breasts, swaying as she makes her way. So close now. Juliet can see the concern in Lacey�s face and can hear the pitch of the crowd rise. Juliet reaches her hand out, inches away from Montoya�s, but now more distance, Lacey�s face turning downcast. Something had her by the ankle, dragging her away from rest�and hope. All of the ground she had fought for was lost in the blink of her saucered eyes.

Cathy, having reestablished Juliet at mid-ring, flattens her to the canvas with a boot to her pear-shaped ass and turns her to her back. Moving to the canvas herself after artfully intertwining her legs with Bloodwind�s, Cathy locks in the Figure-Four, Juliet�s legs, the latest portion of her body to be tenderized, scream out, Juliet�s hands rising to grab onto her pigtails in an effort to make sure her digits don�t tap the mat.

Lacey shouts encouragement from the sidelines, but it�s clear she�s worried. With her partner right in the middle with �Dirty Cathy�, the leglock only the last torturous maneuver applied, her night might be over before an official appearance.

�C�mon Jules, hang in there, baby. Get over here. To me. TO ME.�

She wasn�t going to make it. Lacey sneaks a long, luscious leg into the ring, but before she can get any further, Cathy begins to disengage her legs from Bloodwind�s, perhaps in anticipation of another �illegal� pounding from Montoya. She screams at the ref to keep Lacey out and he rushes over to make sure the Texan stays above board.

Cathy rises and pulls a sagging Juliet to her feet alongside. Bloodwind hops momentarily on one leg, uneager to place any weight on the attacked appendage. But within a moment, she has no other choice, as Cathy whips Juliet to her corner where Shannen awaits with an extended boot that catches the gorgeous combination of Old and New World features square in the chops. Bloodwind falls to the canvas as if shot. She lies spreadeagled, Cathy stepping atop her open, vulnerable midriff to reach Shannen�s tag, pushing down with all her slight weight, drawing a submissive mewl as she slaps hands with her sister and replaces her on the outside.

Shannen snatches a handful of black pigtail and hauls Juliet to her feet. She wraps an arm around Juliet�s shoulder and walks the half-limping, half-stumbling Bloodwind toward the opposite corner where Shannen drives her by a fuming Montoya, Shannen pulling Juliet�s arm down when she tries to close in on a tag.

�Now, now Chief Bloodynose. We�re not quite done with you yet. In fact, you might as well consider yourself alone.�

Shannen pulls Juilet around to face her, Dennehy�s bra-covered bounty overwhelming Juliet�s bare bosom as Lil Sis smooshes their bodies together, Shannen�s arms squezzing them tight, Juliet�s nearly limp at her sides. In a swift upward thrust that showcases both power and agility, Shannen sends Juliet tumbling with a belly-to-belly suplex, Bloodwind�s back landing squarely, driving whatever wind remained in her lungs out with a soft �uhhh�.

Juliet lies still, staring blankly into Shannen�s eyes. How many Dennehys were there? It seemed like ten, all stronger and more vicious than the last. Juliet�s equilibrium and awareness does not improve as Shannen forces her up one more time only to deposit her back to the mat with a robust bodyslam, Juliet�s body bouncing off the canvas an inch or two.

Shannen squeals in delight on the impact and turns to her sister with a beaming smile. Cathy tries to contain her joy, but it�s not easy. She pumps her fist at Shannen with a wide grin, but motions her to get back to work.

Shannen circles the golden-skinned body at her feet, pushing it lightly at head and thigh with a boot, but there is no response save the soft swell of Bloodwind�s bosom as she pulls in some much needed oxygen.

Comfortable with her situation, Shannen lowers, kneeling in a straddle across Juliet�s naked chest.

�Who would�ve thought your first stand would be your last stand,� Shannen derides as she slides up and over the soft, satiny titflesh, mounting Juliet�s chin. The aroma and heat from between her legs and under her tiny black thong awakens Juliet like smelling salts, just as the younger Dennehy hoped it would.

�In case you were wondering, this is where I end you, little squaw.�

Shannen slides over Juliet�s features, her deep dark eyes expressing sheer panic as they are swallowed along with nose and mouth, Dennehy�s thick thighs keeping Juliet�s face pointed skyward, or more appropriately cuntward, enmeshed in the dark and dank prison.

Juliet could feel her senses escaping her body. She knew the feeling from several �shroom episodes back on the high desert in Arizona. But this was different. This was someone else forcing her out. Taking her consciousness from her. This couldn�t happen.

With all her might, she lifts her body in one mighty spasmodic buck of Shannen�s body, and the less-experienced Dennehy, perhaps riding a bit high, is propelled off, falling forward to all fours in front of Juliet.

Bloodwind rolls to all fours herself, somehow finding the wherewithal to make it to her feet only a second behind Shannen. When the charging Dennehy arrives, she is not able to resist with power, but instead uses Shannen�s own momentum against her, falling away from the assault and flipping Shannen head over heels with a monkey flip.

Finally provided with a little momentum of her own, Juliet neglects a begging Lacey and collects Shannen in a side headlock. Bounding forward a step or two, she vaults up middle and top rope with Shannen still in tow, pushing off the upper cable and impaling Shannen�s head into the canvas with a springboard bulldog, the younger Dennehy ending stretched out on her face, a vague twitch of the legs, her only movement.

The crowd roars to life for the first time, their enthusiasm spearheading Juliet�s recovery efforts, her second wind in full force. She pushes to her feet with some difficulty, but it pales to where she had been.

Snatching Shannen off the mat, she lays her across the middle rope, her neck dissected by the cable. Lacey jumps down from her perch to the floor and moves into position next to Dennehy, grabbing what are at first limp arms, though they begin to flail in Lacey�s grasp as Shannen hears the patter of canvas under Juliet�s feet, first away then toward her.

Unable to break free from Montoya, she is squashed across the cable in a Hangman, her neck taking the full brunt of Juliet�s bodyweight as it crashes down upon her. Shannen falls away, her green eyes bugging as her hands move to her throat; the solid, sumptuous beauty rolling on the canvas in agony, gagging.

Instead of pursuing, Juliet, panting, and still a little lightheaded, moves to her corner and slaps digits with Lacey, bringing the feisty Cowgirl into legal action for the first time, the crowd exploding in excitement, the tables clearly now turned in the fan favorites� direction.

As Shannen chokes her way to her feet, using the nearest set of ropes as braces, Lacey loads up her boot, slamming it on the canvas in anticipation. The younger Dennehy doesn�t hear or acknowledge Cathy�s warning shouts and she turns blindly toward Lacey, the Cowgirl�s black leather chaps and the legs within them springing into action as her superkick hits home with stampede-like force, connecting with Shannen�s cheek and blasting her down to the canvas.

The San Antonio native vaults to the top turnbuckle with ease, surprising only to those who did not know her. In one fluid motion, she turns and launches into a frog splash that might have been picked up on the local air traffic radar screen. The long-legged lovely spreads as she lands, crashing down across Shannen�s soft midsection, Dennehy jackknifing on impact, then, wordlessly, both head and feet melt back to the canvas underneath the beautiful guided missile.

Lacey, feeling Shannen�s body give under her own, hooks a leg, the ref quickly sliding into place.

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Shannen eases a shoulder up a fraction before the third slap meets the mat. But the disappointment does not slow Lacey down. She spins Shannen to her chest and belly with a knee to the ribs and quickly climbs aboard her new mount. Crouching in a straddle over Shannen at mid-back, Montoya gathers both of the bigger Dennehy�s arms and locks them in place behind her. She then reaches forward with cupped hands and sneaks them under the chin of the groaning Shannen. Everything in its proper place, Lacey rocks back, pulling Shannen�s upper body along in an excruciating Camel Clutch.

Shannen�s abundant jugs are forced against the bulging constraint of her sports bra, the spandex working wonders where a normal bikini top surely would have burst. Dennehy grimaces through clenched pearlies, unable to offer any verbalization but a strained �mmmmpphh�, as her mouth is essentially �wired� shut by Lacey�s grip. But the real nub is Shannen�s back, her spine curved in an agonizing bow. Lacey adds to the anguish with a slight butt bounce. 15�20�25 seconds, Lacey remains in control, Shannen�s back besieged, her will beginning to crack, as tears begin to drip from the corners of her eyes and trail down her cheeks.

The ref, well aware of the situation and the consequences it might bring, keeps one eye on Cathy, as he asks if Shannen wants to throw in the towel. Cathy screams at her sister to keep going, that she�ll get to her. The threat brings added attention from the ref, but it also seems to force Lacey to reconsider her situation and she releases the submission hold without an �uncle� from the Lil Sis.

Instead, she rises, gathering a whimpering Shannen to her feet, the dirty blonde reaching for her back as she is dragged to her feet and harshly directed to the �unfriendly� corner by Lacey.

Holding Shannen in a front facelock, Lacey reaches over and tags Juliet. As she spins away from the corner, Lacey forces Shannen�s upper body down with an elbow to the small of her back and snaps her thighs shut around Shannen in a standing headscissors, the croc-like �jaws�, a vise turning Shannen�s face rosy within their straining sinew. But Lacey is far from done. As the ref scolds her to release, Cathy screaming likewise, Montoya hoists Shannen into a powerbomb position, the Hispanic hottie drawing gasps with the ease in which she lifts the body of the super-sized Dennehy. Lacey holds her for a moment at the top of the lift, Shannen astride Lacey�s shoulders. Behind her, Juliet having mounted the top buckle launches, catching Shannen in what can be best described as a reverse bulldog. Together, the threesome hurtles to the mat, Juliet spiking Shannen�s head into the canvas, while Lacey leans forward doing some head-spiking of her own, namely hers butting into Shannen�s crotch.

The double-team devastation takes a couple of seconds to unpile, but what remains is a Dennehy with only enough sense and motor function to reach for her throbbing sex as Juliet cross-bodies her for the pin.

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Dirty Cathy makes the save with an elbow to the back of Juliet�s head that breaks the count and saves the match, at least for the time being, as Shannen was going nowhere.

With Cathy�s attention turned to Shannen, Lacey lands a boot to the diminutive Dennehy�s belly that doubles her over, she collects Cathy, reaching an arm between her legs and lifting her with ease before sending her crashing to the mat with a malicious bodyslam, Lacey clearly tiring of the Dirty One�s underhanded, and maybe moreso, match-saving tactics.

Montoya drags Cathy to her feet by the ponytail, pushing her to the near ropes and letting her fly with an Irish whip. Lacey catches Juliet�s attention with a whistle and by the time Cathy returns, both cogs in this machine are ready, both Lacey and Juliet meeting the elder Dennehy with a double clothesline that flips her nearly 360 degrees, Cathy landing on her face and chest with a resounding boom.

The crowd comes to their feet as one, only small pockets of Dennehy supporters not using their lungs to shout approval as Montoya and Bloodwind gather Cathy and send her for another ride, the throng in wild anticipation of another near decapitation.

But before Cathy can make it all the way back, a desperate Shannen finds the energy and will to dive toward Lacey, ramming a fist between her legs, finding the sweat-moistened Daisy Dukes that covered her crotch available from behind. Lacey�s portion of the clothesline collapses, her hands falling to her inner sanctum as she falls to her knees in pain, beautiful face twisted in pain for the first time from the extreme violence that the Dennehys could be expected to bring to any match.

As Lacey falls away from their double-team effort, Juliet is distracted, and when Cathy is back with a full head of steam, she is able to duck Bloodwind�s volley and, stopping behind her, grabs Juliet�s handy handful of handles. Pigtails in her clutches, Cathy hair-mares Juliet backwards, her back striking the canvas with a shocking force that draws a few �oohs� from the crowd and a smattering of cheers from the pockets of Cathy and Shannen�s supporters, one lifting a sign that declares �Ride that Cowgirl�.

The ref grabs Cathy sternly by the arm and escorts her to the corner and out, while an injured Lacey, one hand tucked neatly into her privates crawls for temporary escape to the opposite corner, at last, leaving the legal women in the ring on their lonesome. The ref spins to see Juliet and Shannen in a race to see who can recover first, the � French � Native girl one tick ahead of the panting, tiring Shannen.

Reaching Shannen as she makes it to one knee, Juliet surrounds Dennehy�s neck with an arm, spins Shannen�s body in a barrel roll and pulls her up to a spine-arching �bridge� position, Shannen at Juliet�s mercy. And, having learned plenty of lessons from the Dennehys, there is none, Juliet demolishing her with a Scorpion Death Drop that again leaves Shannen little more than a mannequin.

Still, with Shannen�s position so close to the Dennehy�s corner, the only buckle available for Juliet�s coupe de grace, the Bloodhawk Dive, is far from vacant, Cathy within easy reach of upsetting any effort for the maximum damage/maximum risk move.

Juliet surveys the possibility, Cathy mouthing the words �try it�, the crafty vet reading her mind. Instead, she lifts Shannen to her feet. But before she can decide on where to go next, Shannen grabs hold of Juliet and stumbles toward her own corner bringing Juliet along into the teeth of the lion�s den.

With Cathy holding Bloodwind fast with one arm, Shannen tags her sister�s available hand. Cathy then pushes Juliet back to Shannen and a ready-made full nelson, Juliet squirming within the taller woman�s taut grasp.

As Bloodwind tries to shake free, Cathy slides confidently into the ring, already balling her fist in preparation, she cocks and fires a roundhouse right that meets a target, only the incorrect mush. Shannen, anticipating the blow, loosens up a bit early, and Juliet is able to duck the incoming, Cathy�s fist colliding into her sister�s chin. Lil Sis� legs buckle like a folding chair and she�s lands on her left shoulder, shaken and stirred.

Juliet rolls away from the corner, Cathy, after a quick check of Shannen, in hot pursuit. Another shoulder roll gets Juliet all the way back to home base and a leap to Lacey, already perched on the top buckle spells trouble for Cathy. The Dirty One, her attention squarely on Juliet, looks up only in time to see Lacey in mid-air. A fraction later, Montoya�s legs lock around her moist matted hair and she spins to the mat within the confines of an expert flying headscissors, Lacey releasing at the last second, sending her cargo flying in front of a neutral corner. Cathy is bewildered, to say the least. Seemingly unaware of her surroundings, she reaches up pathetically for a tag at the unmanned buckle.

But the station is quickly filled by Lacey. Quick to her feet, the powerful Montoya continues to show mad ups, leaping to the top buckle without a problem. One more impact play, then the Texas Spread, and the newcomers would be moving on. The crowd senses it and Juliet, wide smile gracing her lovely features, seems to sense the same.

Dennehy pushes to unsteady feet and instantly Lacey launches into a flying body press, but the cagey Cathy has more left upstairs than she�s let on, diving out of the way at the last instant, leaving nothing but air for Lacey, which she slices through on the way to her high impact, only with the canvas.

Bouncing chest-first, Lacey elevates several inches off the canvas upon impact before settling back down in a crumpled heap, slapping the mat in both pain and disappointment.

Before she can gather the strength to move, Cathy is upon her, twisting Lacey to her back and spreading her legs wide.

Oh God, Montoya thinks, not this, NOT MY MOVE. She holds her hands up in a plea that Cathy thinks she understands, but doesn�t fully. Understanding or no, the back of Cathy�s right boot plows into Lacey�s crotch, the legdrop bringing a level of pain she could not remember. Her upper body spikes up, hands reaching for her pelvic mound as Cathy grinds the heel of her boot in, Lacey howling as she does so.

�Look Shannen, I think we have one of those West Texas coyotes.�

Cathy pulls her leg free, rises, and stomps Lacey in the temple, short-circuiting the efforts to ease her throbbing pussy. It was then gas to the fire, Cathy dropping next to her prey and abruptly unbuckling Lacey�s leather chaps, pulling them to the Cowgirl�s ankles then sliding her digits beneath the bikini-style Daisy Dukes, yanking the soft, denim to her knees.

Raising her curled fingers high, Cathy dives into Lacey�s sweetmeat, fingers grinding and pumping into her sex until the Cat�s Claw feels juuuust riiiight. Dennehy locks it in, cleching and unclenching, Lacey�s body rising and pushing weakly at Cathy�s wrist, but unable to move it. The talons cinch in like some great pair of jaws, Lacey�s upper body twisting for an escape, her lower body in spasm.

It�s clear that escape is becoming less and less of an option and a simple nudge will not move this Cat off her pussy. Juliet, realizing this, climbs to the top buckle, measures and turns, preparing for her specialty, a moonsault, to end Lacey�s agony. But well-schooled by her sister on both Juliet�s repertoire and the timing of 3-count breakups, Shannen, already having sneaked in the ring, races to the opposite corner and jostles Juliet from her perch. The golden-brown skinned beauty tumbles back off the buckle and lands squarely across Shannen�s waiting shoulder. From there, it is but a turn to a devastating powerslam that leaves an already depleted Juliet near unconsciousness, staring blankly at her destroyer, her eyes widening as Shannen relieves herself of her sports bra, two copious hillocks of flesh emerging and lowering upon her.

Must help Lacey. She had heard no bell so there was still�

Darkness. For a moment refreshing with its cool softness, but then no air. Panic. Her arms would not move, nor her legs.

Please move. Move, damn you.

But Juliet�s limbs would not respond, beaten into stillness, her face could barely shake from one side to the other and wherever it went, there was more Shannen, her clammy, satiny bosom sealing Juliet�s doom. Within moments Shannen�s Milk Run was essentially complete, the only sensation a gentle tug against the inner portion of her left orb, Juliet�s gentle suckling, her remaining effort to gather some�any breath. Shannen pulls back on the pressure and daintily slips her left nipple between Juliet�s lips, Bloodwind quickly suckling the teat stiff and hard.

�I�ve got to say, you are good at something.�

Shannen laughed and turned to Cathy, still amazingly at work, Lacey showing a Texan�s stubbornness. The ref asking and asking. Wanting the torture to end.

Cathy was convinced. For this girl, it would take two. With Lacey beyond the point of struggle, she could afford to send another Crotch Claw in, the first moving to the lower end of her inflamed lips, the second ripping into mound and upper.

Shannen leaned against her pillows, the dual cushions of Juliet�s chest providing a comfy cushion for her head.

No one could stand two, Shannen knew that for a fact, and almost before she could release the thought from her synapses, Lacey was lightly tapping out her surrender. At this point, it was all she could manage.

�That�s it. That�s it. I give,� Lacey mumbles between sobs.

The ref instantly waves the match over and pleads for Cathy to stop. She does not until the PA blares the result to all.

�YOUR WINNERS AND MOVING ON TO THE SECOND ROUND OF THE FAWN TAG TITLE TOURNAMENT, THE DENNEHYS�

Cathy gives both grips one final agonizing twist and releases, Lacey�s body instantly losing all tension and control. For Cathy, a win had been sometime in coming and she moves to a straddle of Lacey�s waist to revel. She gazes down upon Lacey�s half-lidded eyes, sweat dripping from her flopped-over ponytail onto Lacey�s lips.

�I guess this makes me the Queen of Texas. After all, it can only have a lone star.�

Her point made. Cathy slides off both her own thong and Lacey�s vest top then shimmies up Lacey�s body taking a moment to perform some stimulating figure-8s across Lacey�s considerable assets. She then swallows Lacey�s face with only the slightest 'uuumph' of protest and begins to grind into the exquisite features of the vanquished. Soon, the slow drawn out pumps become ragged and short, Cathy wincing, biting her lip, and clenching her eyes as she tries to extend her version of the victory lap. But finally, as with all things, the end comes. This one with a bang and a whimper.

Shannen watches with a smirk as Cathy collapses forward exhausted.

�Save some for the finals, Cath,� Shannen giggles. �Cause we�re gonna be there soon enough.�