[We are at the FAWN arena, the venue at which the fledgling womens wrestling organization hosts their weekly cards. We are halfway through the latest event, and it has not failed to dissapoint; the fans are on their feet, screaming their appreciation for the matches thus far and waving their homemade signs, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the cameras. For this is the first round of the tag team tournament, an 8 team single elimination tournament that will eventually crown the very first FAWN tag team champions. And the fans are impatient for the final match of the first round to begin. The camera spins through the sea of signs, stopping to highlight a few: 'BRING BACK THE ICE MAIDEN!', 'I WANT A LITTLE WHORE ACTION!', and 'OUT FOR BLOOD!'. Then it finally focuses on the announcers at ringside.]

Buck Ansome: "Welcome back, folks! And you're just in time! Drop your linen and start your grinnin', because this final match of the tag team tournament is sure to be a good old fashioned slobber knocker!"

Tammy DeVille: "You said it, me buck-o! Two sister teams, two sets of technically accomplished young women. They both want this championship, want it bad, but in order to get there, they will have to step over their opponents this evening."

Buck: "I can't wait to see this match!"

Tammy: "Neither can I...but I must confess some surprise over your enthusiasm, Buck. I thought your distaste for the Mitchells was a foregone conclusion."

Buck: "Hey, I'm the first to admit that their wrestling abilities and so called 'honorable' tactics are what will always keep them at the rear of the pack. But as much as I hate to see 'em competing in the ring...I so very enjoy watching them while on their backs..."

Tammy: "And so the truth comes out...."

[The arena lights dim as t.A.T.u's rendition of "How Soon is Now?" begins to blast over the PA system. Within seconds, Cynthia Mitchell emerges at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched to the cheers of the fans. The gorgeous youngster is wearing a royal purple lycra bikini top and short, tight shorts that show off the entirety of her shapely legs. Complementing the outfit are matching knee and elbow pads and white boots. Next to her, sister Sophie. She is dressed for action in her forest green one piece; scooped back, cut high on the hips, her taut midriff revealed by a cutout in the lycra. ]

Tammy: "We haven't seen or heard much from the older Mitchell sister in recent weeks..."

Buck: "She's probably been hiding under a rock, too embarrased to show her face for fear of being known as related to her younger sis!"

Tammy: "...but Cynthia has been earning a lot of press recently, none of it at all flattering. From arousals...to her choice of undergarments in the Pay Per View match...to the highly publisized on air altercation with her mother...this woman is a tightly wound bundle of nerves and worries. One has to wonder if she can push all that out of her mind for tonight and just focus on the match!"

Buck: "Focus, no focus, it really doesn't make a difference. The Daniels are gonna be mopping the floor with some Mitchell's tonight!"

Sophie and Cynthia make their way down to the ring, slapping hands with as many of the fans as they can, a bounce in Sophie's step. Cynthia picks up the few that her sister misses, but her demeanor is different. She appears more serious than usual, more businesslike. Reaching the ring, Cynthia starts to move toward a turnbuckle, but only for a moment. Instead, she joins her sister in slipping through the ropes. As Sophie raises her arms toward the sky for the fans' cheers again, Cynthia follows her lead, before the two await the arrival of their opponents. The crowd gets to their feet, and crane their necks towards the entrance, waiting for the entrance music to begin, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the FAWN champion, with, of course, her older sister in tow. But seconds drag on....the crowd, and the wrestlers in the ring, begin to get restless.]

Tammy: "And where are the Daniels?"

Buck: "Those no good cheating Mitchells may have attacked them from behind in the back and tied them up, making them unable to compete tonight! I tell you, theres no limit to how low those beatniks will go...."

Tammy: "I really must visit the universe you live in some day. The view just must be spectacular."

Buck: "Oh it is, baby doll, it is. And...look! Movement at the entrance ramp!"

[Indeed, Bucks keen sense of eyesight picks up the arrival of someone, just before the crowd does. But, much to the fans dissapointment, it is not Chrissy and Missy; it is, instead, Maurie Devonshire, the FAWN owner, who makes his way down to the ring purposely, none of the usual flair or dramatisicm to his step. The fans watch, silently, as the trenchcoat wearing fedhead enters the ring, and confers with the referee. Nobody can make out what can be said; but it can only be assumed to be the worst. For the fans had just witnessed the match between Missy Daniel and Jewel DeVine, and nobody could contest with how badly the older Daniel sister had been beaten. They wait, restlessly, as the referee finally nods, and raises the microphone to his lips.]

Referee: "Ladies and Gentlemen...it is my distinct displeasure to inform you that Missy Daniel cannot compete in this match tonight. As one member of the Daniel team is unable to make the match, the victory...by disqualification....and the automatic advancement to the second round of the tournament it....."

[Suddenly, unexpectedly, "Pretty Woman" by Van Halen explodes through the speakers as multicolored spotlights and lasers circle throughout the arena. As David Lee Roth's voice sings the words 'pretty woman', a shower of sparks shoots up from the floor at the top of the ramp and Chrissy Daniel appears alone. In her tag team wrestling outfit of black pleather, boots and wristbands, she storms down the aisle toward the ring, a far cry from the impishish appearance she normally exudes. Chrissy is bullshit!

Reaching the ring, Chrissy walks purposefully up the ring steps and slides between the ropes, oblivious to the crowd's shouts of surprise. Big breasts bouncing as she slips into the ring, she walks up to the referee and takes the microphone from the surprised zebra.

"Shut up, bozo!" she grates at him. "I'm not giving these two twat-twins a free ride into the next round. The Daniel Sisters are here, so let's do this."

"I'm sorry Chrissy, but your sister isn't here and the doctor has determined that she can't fight, so you ha..."

"Bite me! There's nothing in the contract that says both tag partners have to be in the ring to fight! I'll be damned if my moron sister's stupidity is going to rob me of what is rightfully mine! That tag title is mine for the taking, and I will NOT let Missy's brain cramp deny me of it. Those two bimbos [points at the Mitchell sisters] will have to go through me to advance. I'll fight 'em both. Missy will be fine for the second round match! Once I finish them off, we'll go on from here."

[The referee leans through the ropes and confers with Maurie about Chrissy's claim. After some shrugs by Maurie and a couple choice expletives by the ref, he speaks.]

"Alright. Mr. Devonshire has authorized Chrissy's contention. The match will go on as scheduled."

[Chrissy nods angrily, turning and walking to her corner, an empty corner, empty because her sister is not there as she is supposed to be. Chrissy leans against the corner, her normally impish face furious at her situation, but also determined that she will not roll over for these two bimbos. Supremely confident in her ability to beat these two, to beat anyone, in fact, she closes her eyes for a moment, preparing herself for the start of the match. Opening them, she nods to the referee. She is ready!]

Tammy: "Well this is certainly unexpected...who would willingly continue in a tournament with your partner all but incapacitated?"

Buck: "Who? Let me tell you who! Our illustrious FAWN champion, Miss Chrissy Daniel, that's who! I highly doubt it would take more than one Daniel to take care of the Mitchell carem, despite their penchant for vile,underhanded tactics!"

Tammy: "Vile? Underhanded? Cynthia and Sophie are nothing of the sort!"

Buck: "Yeah, tell that to Ivy Belle.....Cynthia and Sophie are in their corner, discussing this change of developments...and neither see Chrissy approach! The imp with a handful of hair....and Cynthia is flipped over the top rope to the arena!"

Ding Ding Ding

Tammy: "And we're off!"

[Cynthia is caught off guard by the flip,and awkwardly hits the canvas, a surprised squawk escaping her ruby painted lips. The youngster struggles to her feet...but the FAWN champion is right there, and, though Cynthia stands a few inches taller than Chrissy, she is thrown across the ring as if she is but a rag doll. An impressive display of strength from the champion, the force of impact enough to make the youngster roll and end up on one knee, her head bowed, face obscured in a veil of sikly brown hair. Chrissy could have pressed the advantage...but the normally calm and confident imp is enraged, none too pleased with her sisters performance earlier in the evening. She turns to where Sophie stands....and her middle fingers stand to attention, showing the world what she thought of the older sister. Sophie's mouth drops...but she in control of herself. She was not going to play Chrissy's games, so she just remains in her corner, confident enough in her younger sister's abilities, sure that she would eventually be a legal participant in the squared circle.]

Buck: "Chrissy back over to where Cynthia is standing....and a slap to the face causes the younger sister to spin around, and hold her face, stumbling a few feet away!"

Tammy: "Almost leisurely, the imp walks to where Cynthia is walking...wraps her arms around her belly....and a back to belly suplex takes the youngster down to the canvas! A nice display of strength from Chrissy, as always, thus far, this match has been all her!"

Buck: "And that's the way it's gonna stay! Cynthia doesn't stand a chance against the champ, and she knows it! Using her foot, Chrissy rolls the brunette over onto her back....and places a foot on her belly, going for the cover!"

Tammy: "What arrogance! Who covers someone like that?"

[Indeed, it is early into the match, and Cynthia's ego has been bruised worse than any other part of her lithe body. She was a confident, skilled combatant...but she had yet to lay a finger on Chrissy, and it frustrated her. She got a shoulder up, after barely a one count....but then she felt herself flipped over onto her front, felt the buxom brunette seat herself on her back. And then.....her arms were locked, and Chrissy's hands interlocked under her chin, pulling painfully up in a camel clutch submission hold. Cynthia cried out, in agony, her back on fire, her head forced to stare at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes. Dimly, she could hear the referee asking her if she submitted...but she was not done yet. She shook her head and gritted her teeth, resolved to beating this hold, to not giving in to what her body wanted her to. Then, dimly, she felt something slide down the front of her body, felt fingers gripping her breast through the thin material of her purple bikini top. Chrissy now only held her head back with one hand....her other hand was free to roam, and already she was exploring the youngsters more tender assets. And Cynthia could not do a thing about it....she felt the digits rub and caress at her sensitive orb, felt Chrissy's fingers knead and playfully twist at her nipple, through the bikini top. An embarrassed sob escaped her lips...she was but putty in Chrissy's hands, and there was nothing she could do.]

[But then, suddenly, freedom.....her head and breast were released, suddenly, the pain flickering off as if shut off by some magical switch,and her upper body ungracefully slumped to the canvas, glad for the respite.]

Buck: "Hey, referee, get in there and keep Sophie from interfereing like that!"

Tammy: "Sophie had had enough, apparently, and a boot to the head managed to knock the champion from her perch. The referee is now directing the older sister back to her corner...and Chrissy to her feet, scowling, glaring at her attacker."

Buck: "Rightfully so! Hey, what is it that they call people who only attack others from behind?"

Tammy: "I am not even going to dignify that with a response. Chrissy with a handful of brown hair, again guiding Cynthia to her feet...but a fist to the belly catches the champion off guard!"

[Chrissy cries out at the solid connection....but she responds with a knee to Cynthia's belly, the solid blow inspiring a cry from the gorgeous youngsters lips and causing her to double over. A closed fist to the back of Cynthia's head knocks the slender brunette to one knee...and then she is whipped into the ropes. Bouncing off of them, Cynthia comes barelling back at Chrissy, out of control, her firm breasts heaving from within the confines of her purple bikini top...and Chrissy scoops her up, meaning to attempt a powerslam. But Cynthia shows everyone in attendance that she isn't done...she flips around in Chrissy's grasp, trapping her head between her ample thighs, and, before Chrissy knows what is going on, the buxom brunette connects with the canvas.]

Tammy: "Hurricanrana takes the imp down to the mat! A nice display of athletisiscm from the youngster!"

Buck: "Chrissy back to her feet....but Cynthia has momentum on her side, and a spinning back heel kick sends our champion back down to the ground! What is this, amateur night? Again, Chrissy to her feet, again proving that you can't keep a good woman down...."

Tammy: "Chrissy dashes at Cynthia....moving quickly, the youngster intertwines her legs with the champions, and a drop toe hold yields Chrissy with a face full of turnbuckle! And I think that Chrissy is finally staying down!"

Buck: "This is a travesty!"

[Indeed, the buxom brunette remains on the ground, where she holds her nose, legs splayed, more than a little stunned from the recent onslaught of Mitchell Mayhem. Wasting no time, the gorgeous youngster grabs a handful of brown hair and tugs, guiding her shorter opponent to her feet, and, pulling her over to the friendly corner, a handslap brings the older sister into the frey. But Cynthia's presence in the first act is not quite over; she hooks an arm around Chrissy's head, trapping her in a side headlock, and lifts one of Chrissy's arms, allowing Sophie's boot to find nothing but flawless belly. Chrissy cries out at the solid connection, and doubles over...wasting no opportunities, Sophie gets Chrissy in a side headlock, and a well executed DDT drive's the Daniel's face down to unforgiving canvas. Chrissy cries out, and lies still, arms and legs splayed, her hipster bikini bottom having slid down her hips a bit, exposing more than a generous helping of smooth, pale buns. A nice view, one which Sophie spoils by flipping the stunned imp over onto her back. A leg is hooked, and shoulders go down. The referee slides into position, and counts. 1....2.....]

Buck: "Kick out from Chrissy, it takes more than some fourth grader DDT to put away our illustrious champion!"

Tammy: "Well, Chrissy had best think about mounting some offense at some point, or this match is all but over for her. She rolls to her side, head bowed....and another handful of hair assists the bikini clad brunette to her feet."

Buck: "A scoop up...and a slam to the mat has Chrissy's delightful melons a quivering! Followed up with an elbowdrop to the belly...and another quick cover! Will these Mitchells ever learn?"

Tammy: "Hey, it may work at some point...but not this time. Chrissy with another kick out......and another handful of hair guides the ailing imp to her feet."

[Indeed, Chrissy is looking the worse for wear of the two...she holds her belly, as if attempting to soothe the burning inferno that rages within, her weak abdomen wisely targeted by her schooled foes. A whip into the ropes...and, bouncing off of them, the FAWN champion barrels back at Sophie, out of control, her huge breasts heaving from within the confines of her tiny red bikini top. A jump into the air, a missile dropkick finds its mark, and Chrissy falls back into a corner, where the buxom brunette remains, arms splayed to the ropes to either side of her, head bowed, her face obscured behind a veil of silky brown hair. Sophie moves to the corner...and a knifes edge chop finds its mark, the side of her hand slamming into Chrissy's vulnerable belly, the connection enough to inspire a pained cry from the champions lips, and she grits her teeth, staring at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, trying to cope with the pain. Another knife's edge chop, and Chrissy is doubled over, the pain too much to ignore. Now does Sophie allow a glimpse of emotion; only now does the taller woman let a smile grace her flawless features. She had the champion on the ropes...and a hiptoss from the corner was intended to keep it that way.]

Buck: "And Sophie, following the hiptoss up with a sleeper hold...a nice technical move, I must admit, but I doubt it's enough to put my killer imp on dream street!"

Tammy: "You never know! Chrissy just remains there, seated, and is not even struggling, not even moving, Sophie's arms firmly fastened about her neck, cutting off the oxygen that her brain so readily requires....if she just remains there, unconciousness is inevitable! Chrissy is not looking too hot right now!"

Buck: "Pffft...Chrissy always looks hot. And what do you expect,when her miscreant sister decides to challenge Jewel DeVine on the same night as this tag match. Missy must have known what was going to happen. She essentially deserted her sister here, and she's going to suffer for it after this match!"

Tammy: "Which may be over quicker than we think!"

[Tammy's prejudice towards the Mitchell sisters is all to apparent...but it is also a misquided statement. For even as it is uttered, Chrissy grits her teeth, and, struggling through the semi concious haze, begins to pull herself to her feet. She may have been tired, her tiny body screaming in pain, but there was no way she was gonna let this pathetic putz, this wannabe shrew, beat her. Sophie realizes that Chrissy is not done for...and sets her feet, tightening her grip on the buxom brunette's throat, increasing the pressure on her windpipe. But Chrissy has set her mind...and somehow, the smaller woman gets to one foot, and drives an elbow back into Sophie's defenseless belly. The older sister cries out...but does not release the hold. Another elbow back to her stomach....and then another, finally forcing Sophie to break the hold. Then, scowling, Chrissy grabs a hold of Sophie's head, and displays her technical merit by flipping the taller woman over her in a snap suplex.]

Buck: "I told you we weren't done with yet! Chrissy has gotten to her feet, and she looks rather angry! Sophie is standing.....and, dashing at her, Chrissy hits her with a running closeline, the sheer force of impact causing Sophie to spin in mid air, to slam face first to the canvas!"

Tammy: "What impact!"

Buck: "Chrissy, stomping away on the older sister's prone form, hitting her with a bunch of solid boots to the body, to the head....though I'm sure that doesnt do much damage....to the breasts, to the legs! Sophie cries out at each strike, pulls herself back to the ropes and huddles into a ball, forcing the referee to make a break!"

Tammy: "I don't think that Chrissy is listening to the ref...the imp continues to stomp away, the referee starts to give Chrissy a 5 count....and finally, Chrissy stops, and, scowling at the referee, she makes a rather....unprofessional gesture."

Buck: "Unprofessional? She's just telling the referee that she's number one!"

[Then, the buxom brunette returns her focus to her prey, who is still huddled in the corner, holding her body, stunned from the viciousness and power of Chrissy's assault. She offers no resistance as a handful of hair is grabbed, and pulled, guiding her to her feet. Then, Sophie is whipped into a corner, which she barrels towards, golden brown hair flowing out behind her, and, spinning in mid stride, the slender sister slams back first into the corner with a pained cry. She remains there, arms splayed to either side of the turnbuckle, and she offers no resistance as the Killer Imp dashes at her, her huge breasts threatening to spill out from within the confines of her red bikini top, and a corner splash mashes the taller woman back into the corner. Chrissy steps out of the corner to admire her handiwork...and Sophie falls to one knee, her head bowed, looking far from the freshness she exhibited at the beginning of the bout.]

Tammy: "Chrissy scoops the taller woman up, so that Sophie is resting on a shoulder, facing the ground......dashes forward....and a running powerslam drives Sophie right down to the mat!"

Buck: "And straight into never never land! This has to be it, Chrissy hooks the leg, goes for the cover........1....2......Kickout! That was a slow count, come on, referee, do your job!"

Tammy: "Our illustrious FAWN champion to her feet, leaving Sophie on the mat...she throws herself at the ropes.....but....!"

Buck: "Cynthia grabs a handful of Chrissy's hair as she bounces off of the ropes, and pulls, sending Chrissy down to the canvas with a surprised squawk! What a cheater, what have you got to say about your dahling l'il Mitchells now, Tammy?!?"

[Tammy is speechless, as is the loyal Mitchell followers amongst the audience (editors note: all two of them ;)) They had just witnessed something they never would have anticipated, never would have believed...Cynthia Mitchell had broken the rules, had interfered in the match when she was not the legal partner. Indeed, even Cynthia looks stunned, at her actions...her mouth is open, eyes wide, awestruck. Slowly, Chrissy gets to her feet. The Killer Imp holds the back of her head...and then turns, to set eyes upon the child. Murderous rage shows in her eyes, and Cynthia blushes, nervously looks behind her, torn between making a hasty exit or remaining to assist her sister. Indeed, she almost begins to shrink as Chrissy steps up to her, begins to badmouth her, asking her if she wanted to get into the ring, if she was so gung ho for combat, if that was the best the putz could do. Cynthia shook her head, biting her lower lip, barely able to make eye contact, looking at the ground for a suitable rock to crawl under. But perhaps it was all just an act...a ruse, to allow her older sister the time she so badly needed to recuperate. For slowly, behind Chrissy, Sophie was standing, struggling to her feet. She stood there, calmly, watching the exchange, until finally, Chrissy spun around, to once again focus on the legal Mitchell....and the older sister rewarded her with a hurricanrana, sending Chrissy right down to the mat.]

Buck: "I knew it! Cynthia was feigning it, was pretending it all just so that Sophie could recuperate! What a dastardly scheme...hey, who knows, she keeps up with this and she just may make her way up the Buck Ansome hitlist!"

Tammy: " (Sarcastic) The very list that all FAWN athletes aspire to be on. Chrissy looks a bit stunned, a bit surprised as she struggles back to her feet.....and she is no match for Sophie, who wraps her arms around the FAWN champions waist, lifts, and slams her to the canvas in a belly to belly suplex."

Buck: "Foul! Foul! Come on referee, do something! Disqualify her!"

Tammy: "For what? Sophie grabs a handful of brown hair, guides Chrissy to her feet, walks over to her corner...and tags in her younger sister!"

[Sophie whips Chrissy into the ropes, and, bouncing off of the, the buxom brunette barrels back towards the older sister, out of control, her huge breasts heaving from within the confines of her tiny bikini top. She can only cry out as the powerful Mitchell sister grabs her, wrapping her arms around her midsection and lifts her, so her head hovers above Sophie's in an impressive bearhug. A moan escapes the killer imp's lips as Sophie applies pressure, but her stay in the bearhug is mercifully cut short. For Cynthia hops to the top rope, and springboards into the ring, knocking Chrissy from her perch with a mind numbing closeline. Chrissy strikes the canvas and just lies there, limp, as Cynthia hooks the leg, going for a pin on the impressive FAWN champion. The referee slides into position, his hand slaps the canvas...1...2....and somehow, Chrissy gets a shoulder up.]

Buck: "The Mitchells just don't have enough in their arsenal to take care of Chrissy. No matter how impressive the move, it is but childs play to the killer imp!"

Tammy: "She is resilient, I give you that, but there is no way that she can last long under this type of punishment! Cynthia to her feet...lunges at the ropes, hops to the second rope, summersault backwards...moonsault right down onto the unsuspecting Daniel sister! Nice impact, and again Cynthia hooks the leg, going for the cover!"

Buck: "And again a kickout!"

Tammy: "Cynthia does look a little irritated now. She gets to her feet, and hops over to her corner, tagging in her big sis!"

[Chrissy looks nearly comatose in the center of the ring, her arms and legs splayed, eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber, her curvateous figure glistening with sweat. She does nothing as Cynthia mounts the top rope, just as Sophie enters the ring and stands at the turnbuckle. The younger Mitchell sister, carefully, steps up, off the top rope, onto her waiting sisters shoulders. Then turning, so her back is to her opponent, she flips off of her older sisters shoulders, doing a summersault from way above, a picture perfect moonsault that does not miss its mark. 115 pounds of nubile beauty slams right down onto the FAWN champion, strong enough to make Chrissy nearly fold in half, her legs kicking up harmlessly upon impact. It hurt, for both particpants. But as Cynthia rolls away, the legal Mitchell sister, Sophie, slides into place, and hooks the leg. Surely, that had to be enough. the referee starts his count.......]

Buck: "And again a kickout!"

Tammy: "How does she do it?!? That move should have left her on dream street! Even Sophie looks irritated...she slaps at the mat, angrily, as if telling the referee how to do his job, and then she is back to her feet, with a handful of hair guiding the ailing Daniel to her feet...."

Buck: "Chrissy suddenly bursts to life, and buries a fist into Sophie's belly! Sophie cries out, doubling over...and another punch to the breast inspires another agonized grunt! Chrissy whips Sophie into the ropes, and, bouncing off of them, she dashes back at Chrissy, brown hair whipping out behind her..."

Tammy: "Chrissy doubling over, meaning to flip Sophie over her body in a back body drop...."

[Somehow, however, the older Mitchell sister manages to stop, just in time, and, grabbing a handful of sweaty brown hair, she shoves her shorter opponents head between her legs. Chrissy has taken a beating this match...her whole body aches, screaming for recuperation, and her head swims with the many sharp impacts of the bout. She was a bit confused...which may have explained why she did not struggle, why it was so easy for Sophie to grabs her tanned legs, to pull her lower body up until it was parralel to her own, only upside down. It may have explained why she did nothing as Sophie dropped to her knees, brutally slamming the top of her head down to the canvas in a piledriver.]

[And then, the lights went out.]

[The crowd watches as Chrissy's buxom body slumped ungracefully to the canvas, watched in thrilled anticipation as Sophie flipped her lifeless body over onto its back, as she quickly covered it. The referee slid into position...the hand was raised. slapped to the canvas. Once. Twice. Three times.]

Ding Ding Ding

Tammy: "And the Mitchells advance to the second round of the tag team tournament!"

Buck: "This is a travesty! A travesty, I tell you! This match should be declared null and void, it should be ignored and put on hiatus until it can properly go down, rather than this sham of a wrestling competition..."

Tammy: "Well, there is no doubt in my mind that this match would have been much different had Missy Daniel been able to compete, had she not foolishly decided to fight Jewel DeVine on the same night of her tag match. But that is how the cookie crumbles. Chrissy made a good show of it..."

Buck: "A damn good show of it!"

Tammy: "But she really should not have gone in there, alone, against 2 women. Especially ones as talented as the Mitchells. Her emotions got to her, and she suffered for it."

Buck: "I demand a rematch!"

[The Mitchell's theme music blares over the arena's loudspeakers as Sophie gets to her feet, and Cynthia hops into the ring, and, after congratulating one another, they wander around the perimeter of the squared circle, reveling in their victory with their fans, who cheer wildly at their success. And in the center of the ring, ignored, lies Chrissy Daniel, who is not moving...who is just lying there....defeated by the weakest of enemies. Time would tell how much the cause of her agony would suffer...but suffer they would.]