[We are at the FAWN arena, a huge indoor stadium located in the heart of the city. This where the fledgling wrestling organization hosts its cards, every Sunday. It is where the gorgeous and skilled women on the roster match up with one anther, where they struggle and strain for victory infront of the hordes of fans. Though the league was still relatively new; it had rapidly increased in popularity, offering product not available anywhere else in the world, and now, the venue was often packed, filled to capacity, the tickets selling out in record fashion. And tonight was no different. The cameras spun around the audience, focusing on some lucky members of the audience, the most fervent, the loudest, or perhaps the one who had made the most interesting sign. For there were a lot of homemade signs, all bright and showcasing the owners FAWN favourite, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the cameras. Some of the more apparent signs read 'SANDRA IS SO SUGARY SWEET!', 'AH LIKES ME SUM COW-GALS, AYUK!', and, 'THE TYNIER THEY ARE, THE TOUGHER THEY ARE!'. We spin around, to finally focus on the announcers at ringside.]

Buck Ansome: "And an ever pleasant tally-ho going out to all of you in TV land, all of you who chose to tune in to what has already been turning into a stellar show! And it can only get better!"

Tammy DeVille: "That's right, me bucko...and that's saying something, because we never agree with eachother! For we have the second round of the tag team tournament here, where the winners of the matches will advance to the finals!"

Buck: "And we already know what 2 teams those are gonna be!"

Tammy: "Never count out anyone, me bucko, no matter how biased you may be. Our first semi final boasts 2 very tough, serious teams, though that is really all you can say is similar between the 2 pairs! Shea London and Kylie Sanders are 2 technically gifted young ladies, but even better, they are one of the few to show honour and respect to their opponents in the squared circle...."

Buck: "Bah! Losers!"

Tammy: "...While Shannen and Cathy Dennehy have to be two of the more vile, and underhanded, women ever to grace the FAWN arena. What they did to Juliet Bloodwind and Lacey Montoya a few weeks ago was downright despicable."

Buck: "I heard that Lacey liked it..."

Tammy: "You and your stories! Heavens! Who could possibly believe your tall tales? And now, ladies and gents, we go backstage to where Shannon and Cathy are preparing for their battle..."

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�Gawd I hate this part,� Cathy muttered, listening to the raucous crowd cheering and booing the match going on outside. �I hate waiting, especially on a these two goons.� Looking up at the monitor, at the two young ladies in the throes of a match, Cathy groans, �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 only the slightest idea what she�s getting into, the younger Dennehy is the silent, calm and collected.

Shannen adds, �Come�on Sis�the The Crumpet Muncher and her farm girl sidekick don�t even belong in the ring with us. We�re going to humiliate them, but I especially can�t wait to get my hands on Kylie. What she did to you��

�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 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 single 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, but the peaks of her small nipples, pressing against the simi see through material, are clearly visible.

She looks back over her shoulder, at Shannen standing behind her, tanned, a full head taller and 20 pound heavier. Her sister�s golden brown and blonde hair is tied back in an identical pony tail, 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. Still 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, you know�.that black one piece I bought in Fort Worth�� 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. I didn�t hear anyone talking about your tan lines last week. Just that smother you put on Tonto.� Cathy says. Snapping the waistband, she grins devilishly at her younger sister. �Show the boys a little of what they came for�� adding, �I know that Doak is in the crowd again tonight.�

�He�d better be! After some of the training he put us through� that jack ass better not miss an second of our match. Besides,� Shannen pauses, �I don�t plan on baring anything he hasn�t already seen�� Shannen replies, with a hidden smirk.

�..but then again�.what hasn�t he seen?� Cathy fires back, feigning innnocence.

With a flustered gasp, Shannen adds, �Well, uhhh� �

Playfully twisting the dagger a little, Cathy adds, ��and those private work out you two have been doing out in the guest house� must be grueling from all the screaming I heard.� The playful back and forth banter is broken up, much like Cathy�s earlier tension.

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 nods quietly, knowing she has created a monster in her younger sister. She just felt lucky that this monster was on her side.

The walk to the arena is short, the halls empty, except for two EMT�s tending to the previous matches losers. As they break the curtain, the spot light falls on the Dirty Dennehy Sisters as they purposefully stride to the ring to face the night opponents. Quickly climbing the apron, both girls step between the ropes� all business�ignoring the numerous cat calls and whistles.

Tammy: "And a distinct lack of music or pyrotechnics greets the Dennehy's as they make their way to the ring..."

Buck: "Bah! Shannen and Cathy don't need dramatics, they don't need fanfare, they don't need theatrics to win their matches! They're the real deal, baby doll, and don't you forget it!"

[The boos that rain down upon the Dennehys slow to a trickle transforming to a general buzz that sweeps through the capacity crowd as The soft strains of the opening of Blur's "Song 2" waft through the arena. As the song kicks into life with the first "Woo hoo!", two women step out onto the ramp: the British Bombshell, Shea London and Iowa's Girl Next Door, Kylie Sanders. The diminutive Kylie - tousled, shoulder-length, cinnamon-hued hair bobbing as she bounds down the aisle - slaps hands with most anyone she can reach. A bubbling mixture of excitement and nervousness keeps her taut little body in constant motion. For the second week in a row, Kylie has forsaken her tradition ring togs, Sanders once again in a black, cotton muscle shirt, her little biceps, for lack of a more modest term - bulging; below - yellow-gold satin boxing shorts curve just beneath the taut roundness of her buttocks, the shiny softness clinging tightly.]

[For her part, Shea has stuck with the variant of her attire used for her previous teaming with Sanders: a deep red sports bra and a pair of matching bikini briefs, the Union Jack in all its glory across Shea's brassiere, no mutiny for her bounty; the remainder of her outfit, a pair of stylish, blue wrestling boots. The British Bombshell is all smiles, darting down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she does so. ]

[The two grin in unison at a pocket of Dennehy fans, then at each other, the admirers of the testy Texans holding various signs aloft including: � Cat�ll claw a crying Kitty Kylie� and �Shannen will teach Shea the meaning of �lactose intolerance��.]

[�Always somebody,� Kylie says, apple cheeks pulling wide a pursed grin, the duo reaching the ring area. ]

Tammy: "And there's no doubt in my mind who are the fan favourites in this here match!"

Buck: "There's never much accounting for taste, now, is there? I mean, Kylie has spent more time on her back getting pinned than any other wrestler that I can think of, and Shea...well....when was the last time that Shea has even won a match?!?"

Tammy: "Your journalistic integrity simply astounds me."

Buck: "It astounds everyone, baby doll, its what gets me all the ladies *belch*"

Tammy: "Well....this should be an interesting matchup. Shannen and Cathy definitely have the size, and the strength advantage, not to mention their penchant for the...less reputable actions. But Shea has the experience...and if I had to choose the technical superiors, it would have to be Shea and Kylie, no question."

Buck: "Technical superiors? We're miles away from a computer here, dahling!"

[Kylie jumps to the apron, her bare feet slapping the canvas, and bends her way over the middle rope, the crowd roaring its approval. ]

]Reaching the ring, Shea climbs onto the apron and, gripping the top rope with both hands, propels herself up and into the ring, her cat-like agility on display, the crowd erupting. As she settles into her corner, testing the elasticity of the ropes, her mind continues to contemplate her upcoming opponents. Any way she cut it, the Dennehys posed a challenge. Shannen was younger and less experience, but possessed size and strength to spare. Cathy presented a more favorably physical match up, but was also about the only woman on the FAWN roster with equal or superior wrestling experience. ]

[Still, they could be beaten. ]

[Kylie hops in place, her hazel eyes darting through the crowd. She shadowboxes to burn off some excess nervous energy waiting for the inevitable fade of Blur. They both knew the tendencies of their opponents here...which, perhaps, was why they were prepared for Shannen and Cathy as they dashed across the ring, as they attempted to assault Shea and Kylie from behind. For aggressors quickly became the victims...their assault was stopped, even before it began, and Shea and Kylie fired back with a series of punches and slaps, Shea on Cathy, Kylie on Shannen, and the fans cheered wildly as the 2 Dennehy's were caught totally off guard!]

Tammy: "A series of solid punches and slaps have the Dennehy's dazed...and a running closeline from Shea drops Cathy right over the top rope to the harsh concrete below!"

Buck: "Referee! Get in there! Those are close fisted strikes, those are illegal! Shea walks over to assist her partner, who has Shannen against the ropes, looking more than a little stunned...a whip into the opposite ropes, and, bouncing off of them, Shannen comes barelling back at the 2 women, out of control, her sweet melons threatening to spill out from that tiny l'il sports bra..."

Tammy: "...and a double dropkick sends Shannen right down to the canvas!"

Buck: "Unfair! Unfair! Shannen rolls out of the ring to rejoin her sister, as Shea and Kylie parade around the perimeter of the squared circle, raising their hands and acknowleding the cheers of the fans!"

Ding Ding Ding

[Indeed, Shannen meets her sister on the outside of the ring, where they stand and confer over the match, none too pleased with how things are developing thus far. The 2 goody two shoe gals are still showing off for the fans, waving and blowing kisses, reveling in their popularity...and, if looks could kill, Shea London and Kylie Sanders would be but a smoldering pile of ash in the center of the ring at that moment. The two Dennehy sisters plan some strategy...and then, it is Shannen that slides into the ring, to continue the battle for the sisters team. Kylie and Shea see her approach...and, after a quick conference, it is Kylie that exits the ring to allow Shea the starters position. It is Shannen with the obvious height and weight advantage, but it is Shea who looks the more confident, as the savvy ring veteran walks to the center of the ring, Shannen nervously biting her lower lip while looking at her sister for guidance. And then, the two lock up in the center of the ring.]

Tammy: "And Shannen pushing back, on the British Bombshell, forcing her back a few steps....but Shea uses the younger sister's momentum against her, and hiptosses her right down to the canvas!"

Buck: "But the black clad blond right back to her feet...met with a dropkick from Ms. London, forcing her once again down to the mat!"

Tammy: "Shannen again to her feet, though a bit slower this time....Shea takes the opportunity to walk forward, and drive a knee up, into Shannen's belly, forcing the younger sister back against the ropes with a little cry...and Shea whips her across the ring! Shannen bounces off of the opposite ropes and comes barreling back at Shea, out of control, her dirty blond hair whipping out behind her..."

Buck: "..and a hurricanrana sends her to the ground!"

[Shannen cries out at the solid connection, and just lies there, arms and legs splayed, her firm breasts still quivering with the motion from within the confines of her black sports bra. Cathy screams at her younger sister, trying to motivate the ailing beauty to motion, but if Shannen notices, she makes no sign. Indeed, she makes no motions until Shea grabs a handful of dirty blond hair and tugs, and only then does the larger woman stir, does she willingly get to her feet under Shea's expert tutilage. Shea gets the ailing beauty in a side headlock, so both are facing the same direction, Shannen's sweet, tan lined ass nicely emphasized by her lack of fighting attire, and then, dashing forward, Shea launches into the air, pulling her helpless opponent with her, and Shannen can only cry out as her face solidly connects with canvas in a well maneuvered running bulldog.]

Tammy: "And little Shannen Dennehy must be seeing stars and stripes! Shea rolls the younger sister over onto her back, and, hooking the leg, goes for the cover...This could be the quickest semi final matchup in history....the referee slaps at the mat, 1, 2..."

Buck: "And a shoulder is lifted at the last second! Told you it would take more than Shea London could offer to put away either of these fine specimens! The shorter blond stands, and, grabbing a handful of dirty blond hair, again guides her larger opponent to her feet...and pulls her over to her friendly corner, where she tags in her partner!"

Tammy: "Kylie hops into the ring...both get Shannen in a side headlock, and, grabbing a handful of tights, lift the larger woman's lower body up, off the ground, until her body is parallel to the 2 ladies, only upside down...and then fall back, driving the younger Dennehy to the canvas in a brutal backbody drop!"

Buck: "Referee! Do something! Restore some order, there's only supposed to be one of these halfwits in the ring at one time!"

[The move completed, however, Shea retreats to her corner as Kylie drops down on top of the ailing dirty blond, attempting another quick cover. Again, Shannen managed to raise a shoulder, forcing a continuation to the match, though if Kylie is bothered by this, she makes no sign. The brunette flips Shannen over onto her back, and, before the younger Dennehy is even aware of what is going on, Kylie is seated on her back, Shannen's shapely legs painfully pulled back and trapped under Kylie's arms. A boston crab, and Shannen moans in anguish as her entire lower body is painfully bent backwards, her entire pelvic area hovering off of the arena floor, Kylie in firm control of her much larger opponent. Shannen cried out, and twisted her head to stare at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, though she gritted her teeth and merely shook her head when asked if she submits. Miles away from the ropes, in the middle of the ring, Shannen looked decidedly helpless, completely vulnerable to Kylie's bodily demands, and a submission could have been but a matter of time...had there not been a timely save.]

Tammy: "...and Cathy is in the ring before the referee can do anything about it, and, grabbing a handful of brown hair, she pulls the diminutive Kylie off of her sister!"

Buck: "A smart move from Cathy! Now that's what I call teamwork! Kylie falls to the canvas with a surprised squawk, and Cathy retreats back to her corner, her work done, earning her sister some much needed recuperation time!"

Tammy: "And Shannen's gonna need it! She just lies there, on her front, slumped and lifeless.....Shea and Kylie have already done an impressive number on her!"

Buck: "Bah! A million Shea's and Kylie's could not even come close to comparing to one Shady Shannen Dennehy!"

[And perhaps it was about time for Shannen to be living up to her nickname. For she was not stunned, nor dazed, nor confused...in fact, she merely lay there, ears tuned to her opponent's actions, patiently waiting. Her young body was hurting, true...but nowhere near to the totality that these fools were led to believe. They were quick, Shannen had to give them that...she had barely had an opportunity to mount an offensive thus far into the contest. But her sister had finally earned her some breathing room, some space, and, as soon as Kylie walked over, as soon as the diminutive Sanders grabbed a handful of hair and tugged, guiding Shannen to her feet..the Shady one struck. First a rake to the face, blinding the brunette, forcing a cry to escape her lips and her to relinquish her hair. A knee, driven up between Kylie's legs, striking the vulnerable sweet meat between, earning another pained cry from the entirely way too trusting rookie...and then, wrapping her arms around the tiny women's belly, Shannen lifted, easily bringing the tiny woman into the air, and she drove Kylie to the ground beneath her in a backbreaking spinebuster.]

Buck: "High impact move! Kylie cries out and arcs her back, pronouncing her sweet l'il breasts....and, grabbing a handful of hair, Shannon aids the ailing Sanders to her feet!"

Tammy: "Isn't it just typical, how the Dennehy's have to use underhanded tactics to gain the advantage....Shannon runs forward, pulling Kylie along with her, towards Shannon's friendly corner..."

Buck: "Where Cathy is waiting with a boot over the top rope...which Shannon slams Kylie's face into! What great teamwork!"

Tammy: "Kylie cries out and stumbles a few steps away, dazed, and a quick tag from the younger sister brings in the older...and more experienced....Cathy Dennehy."

[The raven haired Dennehy casually enters the ring, and walks towards her prey calmly, in no great hurry. Confident in her own abilities, she knew that Kylie was the weak link in their opposition...knew that the diminutive gal had no chance against either of the Dennehy's. All she had to do was make sure that Kylie would not make the tag, that Kylie could not make contact with her more experienced, and dangerous, tag team partner, and victory would be all but assured. At the moment, Kylie was stumbling about the ring, in an almost comical fashion, holding her face, more than a little stunned by the big boot. Wrapping her arms about her opponents belly, Cathy lifted Kylie off of the ground, and slammed her to the ground beneath her in a back to belly suplex.]

Buck: "Kylie cries out at the connection...but Cathy doesn't get off of her! Instead, Cathy slides around, showing some good technical knowledge by trapping Kylie in a side headlock, facing her young body, and the older Dennehy sister moves to her feet, slowly, pulling her helpless opponent to a standing position along with her..."

Tammy: "Cathy with a slap to the back, and a drop to the mat, driving Kylie's face down onto the canvas in an offensive DDT! The Pleasant Valley Princess cries out at the connection and flops on her back, where she remains, arms and legs splayed!"

Buck: "She's on dream street! Cathy rolls on top of her, going for the pin....the referee slides into position and starts to slap the mat...1. ..2....."

Tammy: "Kickout at 2 and a half!"

[Kylie is resilient, no doubt about it, kicking out of what would have definitely been sufficient to keep the shoulders of a lesser woman down for the 3 count. But Cathy smiles....as if pleased, instead of angered by the Pleasant Valley Princess's durability. The raven haired woman bows her head, so that her face is touching Kylie's...and then the diminutive girl is crying out, is kicking and thrashing about, attempting to get Cathy off of her whatever way possible. The referee moves over, to see what is going on.....then, startled, he begins to count, loudly, giving Cathy but a few short seconds to stop the assault or risk disqualification. Cathy agrees, finally, and gets to her feet, licking her lips...and the more astute at ringside can definitely see some reddish liquid tinting her pearly whites.]

Tammy: "She bit her! I...I think that Cathy bit her, what a vile thing to do!"

Buck: "Whatever are you talking about, I most certainly saw no such thing! Kylie has rolled onto her front, holding her face...but Cathy with a handful of sandy blond hair, pulling her to her feet, and then over to her friendly corner...where she throws her helpless victim back into the corner!"

Tammy: "Kylie remains in the hostile corner, head bowed, her face obscured by her hair, arms splayed to either side of the turnbuckle....and, wandering out of the corner, Cathy walks over to where Shea helplessly stands...and slaps the British Bombshell across the head!"

Buck: "Oh, I know that Shea ain't gonna like that!"

[Indeed, Shea makes the effort to get out of her corner, to slide into the squared circle and confront her attacker. But the referee is right there....and Shea, livid, argues with him, pointing towards the opposite corner. The referee will have none of her distractions, however, and rightfully orders her back to her corner, back to where she must stand and wait for a tag in order to legally be allowed re entry. Perhaps he should have glanced over his shoulder, however; for both Cathy and Kylie were using the distraction to good use. While Shannon choked the helpless beauty from behind, Cathy used the opportunity to barrage Kylie with a series of punches and kicks, assaulting her vulnerable midsection and muscle shirt covered breasts. Kylie was helpless, and could do nothing against the underhanded assault but pray it would end soon. And finally, Shea agreed to get back into her corner...the referee spun around, the double team ended, and Cathy made a theatrical show of tagging in her younger sister.]

Buck: "And I have to admit that Shannen and Cathy have this teamwork thing down pat! They know what to do, and how to do it, I mean, look at Kylie now! A midget would have a better chance of mounting a comeback!"

Tammy: "Kylie certainly looks out of it....doubled over in the corner, head bowed...Shannen wastes no time in grabbing a handful of hair, pulling Kylie over to the ropes...and sliding her face along the rough surface."

Buck: "Rope burn! I love it!"

Tammy: "Kylie cries out in utter anguish as the referee counts, ordering Shannen to stop the offensive move or risk disqualification...and finally, theatrically, Shannen releases the ailing Pleasant Valley Princess, who stumbles a few feet away, holding her eyes!"

[The referee admonishes Shannen for her use of underhanded tactics, but the tall blond merely blows him a kiss and walking over, easily picks the diminutive Kylie up, one hand at her neck, the other at the V of her legs. Kylie cries out as she is brutally bodyslammed to the canvas, and just lies there, her firm breasts quivering from within the confines of her black muscle shirt, staring at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes. Shannen smiles, all too pleased with how the match is going...and the crowd boo's loudly as she moves over to a neutral corner, as she hops up to the second rope. And then, a jump into the air, meaning to drive her well formed body down onto Kylie's, to put the Pleasant Valley Princess away for good with an amazonian avalanche. But somehow, Kylie managed to lift her legs...and instead of mallable belly, it is hardened knees that are struck, and, crying out, Shannen rolls off of her opponent's figure and huddles in a ball but a few short feet away, clutching her belly, head bowed.]

Buck: "Foul! Foul! That was an illegal counter, mark my words! Disqualify her, ref, disqualify her!"

Tammy: "what a counter...and now both women are on the mat, motionless, as the referee glances around, as if to confirm the inactivity...and then he begins to count, loudly, giving either one to the count of 10 to show some aggression!"

Buck: "Come on, Shannen, get up!"

Tammy: "The fans are cheering like crazy, stomping on the metal flooring and clapping their hands, trying anything to secure motion, to raise some life in these ailing warriors! And it looks like it is working!"

[Indeed, even as Tammy says this, Kylie suddenly rolls to her side, and slowly lifts her head, glancing around the ring, trying to gather her bearings while attempting to determine where the friendly corner is. Shea is reaching out over the ropes, screaming out to her ailing friend, and Kylie finally focuses on her partner. With great effort, she reaches forward, with one hand, grabbing a hold of the mat and pulling herself towards her ally, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Another hand, another few feet close....only a few more pulls, and she would make it. But then...disaster. For while the fans were focusing on Kylie, they failed to see Shannen getting to her feet, failed to see her stand and set her sights on the ailing Pleasant Valley Princess. With ease, the tall blond grabs a hold of one of Kylie's shapely legs, and pulls the diminutive girl away from her corner, when Shea was but bare inches away from making a tag. Kylie merely cries out as she is dragged back, across the ring to the hostile corner...and then an elbowdrop to the back of the head quietens her cries.]

Buck: "Mmm mmm mmm, will you look at that...pulling Kylie across the ring has certainly allowed her garments to ride up....she may be a peon, but she has quite the body on her. Will you just look at those tight little ass cheeks?"

Tammy: "Please, Buck, let us pursue some professionalism. A tag to her older sister...and Cathy has entered the frey. Grabbing a handful of hair, Shannen tugs, guiding Kylie to her feet, and, as Cathy drops to one knee, the younger Dennehy sister scoops Kylie up, into the air..."

Buck: "And bodyslams her right down onto Cathy's outstretched knee! That had to hurt, and Kylie's facial expression certainly clarifies that!"

Tammy: "Cathy, however, doesn't allow Kylie to roll off of her knee..instead she pushes down on her chin, trapping the Pleasant Valley Princess in a backbreaker submission hold!"

[Indeed, Kylie moans in utter agony as she is nearly bent in half, backwards over Cathy's knee, her firm breasts tight enough to the fabric of her black muscle shirts for her nipples to make imprints in the thin material. Kylie moans and gasps as Cathy pushes down, as hard as she can, attempting to eek a submission from the ailing beauty. The referee asks if she submits...Kylie moans, but manages to shake her head. One of the older Dennehy sisters hands are free, and, with a sly, smile, she slides her digits along the front of Kylie's shorts, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath, the barest caress enough to earn a gasp from the trapped beauty. Kylie could not do a thing...she was held firmly in place, unable to escape, and could but moan as Cathy sampled the wares beneath the fabric of her shorts. But then, sweet release....Shea had had enough. The blond bombshell had burst out of her corner, and, before the raven haired sister knew what was going on, she had been knocked off of her feet, forcing the release of her trapped prey.]

Buck: "What a bunch of cheaters! Shea London should be banned from ringside right now for doing something so bold, right infront of the referee! Cathy gets to her feet, rightfully shooting daggers at The British Blowhard!"

Tammy: "Kylie has slumped on her front to the mat, she really needs to make a tag, bad. But I doubt that Cathy is going to allow that! Grabbing a handful of hair, Cathy tugs, guiding Kylie to her feet..."

Buck: "Shea back to her corner.....fat lot of help she provided. Cathy shoves Kylie's head between her legs, bent at the waist, and wraps her arms around Kylie's helpless belly...I think this could be it!"

Tammy: "Piledriver coming up....no! Wait a minute!"

[Somehow, the Pleasant Valley Princess gathers all of her strength, all of her mental prowess and willpower, and lifts up. She is not known for her strength...but somehow, she manages to flip Cathy over her body, flips her up to slam behind her to the canvas with a surprised squawk! Kylie had to make a tag, badly...but her nubile body was screaming out in agony, begging for recuperation, and she slumped to one knee, head bowed, lacking mobility. Shea screamed and clapped her hands, inciting the fans to do the same, attempting to give Kylie the strength to move, the strength to make a badly needed tag. Cathy, however, was one of the rare few who did not want that to happen...the older Dennehy sister got to her feet, slowly, and smirked as she set eyes upon the ailing Pleasant Valley Princess. She had managed a counter, yes...but what use was that when she could not follow it up? Walking over, Cathy grabs a handful of sweaty, cinnamon coloured hair and tugs,meaning to guide Kylie to her feet.

But that was when she struck.]

Buck: "Kylie suddenly hooks her hands above Dennehy's head, places the top of her head beneath Cathy's chin, and drops to her knees......jawbreaker! jawbreaker!"

Tammy: "Out of nowhere, and Cathy cries out at the sudden move! She stumbles a few feet away, dazed, hands beneath her chin, as Kylie looks over...and see's Shea's hand hovering but a few feet away!"

Buck: "No! Come on, Shannen, Cathy, get in there, stop this! You have to stop this!"

Tammy: "Cathy spins back around, and see's how close Kylie is to a tag! The raven haired sister runs over, meaning to intercept the connection...but it is too late! Kylie lunges forward....and her hand meets Kylie's! She has made the tag!"

Buck: "And here comes one Angry Brit!"

[The fans roar wildly as Shea London hops into the ring, as she begins to strike Cathy with a series of punches, lefts and rights that catch the older Dennehy sister completely off guard. For it has been too long since the British Bombshell has been in the ring. For too long had she been forced to see her teammate isolated and focused on, ravaged while she was helpless to assist, from a million miles away. And now, her anger came out in focused prowess, as she slapped and fisted Cathy mercilessly, knocking her backwards until she lost her footing and fell to the canvas in a disoriented heap. Then, the younger sister is in the ring, dashing at Shea London, blond hair whipping out behind her...but a flying closeline sends her right down to the canvas. Shea hops back to her feet, a tightly wound bundle of nerves and adrenaline...just in time to assist Cathy to her feet. Shea grabs the raven haired beauty and whips her across the ring. Bouncing off of the opposite ropes, Cathy comes barelling back at Shea, out of control, her plump breasts heaving from within the confines of her sports bra...and a hurricanrana easily sends the older Dennehy sister down to the mat.]

Tammy: "And Shea London is cleaning house! Shannen is just managing to get back to her feet...and Shea manages to send her right back down to the canvas with a flying dropkick!"

Buck: "This is unbelievable! Shea London must have eaten her wheaties today, because she is slicing through the Dennehy's like a hot knife through butter! Cathy is just lying there, on her back...Shea dashes at the ropes, hops to the second rope..."

Tammy: "and a summersault moonsault finds its mark! Cathy practically folds in half upon impact, and Shea hooks the leg, going for the pin...this could be it! The referee slides into position, his hand starts to slap at the canvas...1..2..."

Buck: "Kickout! I knew it! Ye can't take care of the Dennehy's that easily!"

[Shannen has managed to struggle back to her feet again...but the crowd roars its approval as Kylie suddenly bursts from her corner, dashes at the younger Dennehy sister and closelines the taller woman over the top rope, momentum sending Kylie out of the ring with her, and both fall to the concrete below in a tumbled mass of arms and legs. Meanwhile, in the ring, Shea has gotten to her feet, has grabbed a handful of raven black hair and tugged, guiding Cathy to her feet. However, as soon as she has regained her footing, the Dirty one rakes her nails across the blond's face, inspiring a cry to escape Shea's ruby painted lips and to have her spin around, holding her face, temporarily blinded. Cathy looks winded, and takes a few steps away herself, slightly haunched over, hands at her belly. The referee takes the opportunity to walk over to the ropes, to set eyes upon the state of Kylie and Shannen. Never one to deny such an opportunity, Cathy's hands dip beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom, and emerge but a few short seconds later, with something held within its grasp.]

Tammy: "I can't see! What does Cathy have? Is that a fistfiller? Look out, Shea!"

Buck: "Shea London spins around...and is met immediately with a fist full of steel! The British Blowhard cries out upon impact, and collapses down to the canvas...I think she just may be out of it!"

Tammy: "This is a disgrace, Cathy has used the referee's momentary distraction to take Shea out with a foreign object! With a little smile, Cathy tosses the device away, and takes a seat on Shea's face..."

Buck: "Facesit! Oh, how I love this move!"

[Cathy merely sits there, and begins to gyrate her hips, rubbing her well formed ass all over Shea's delicate features, gloating in her supremacy and dominance. Shea, meanwhile, merely remains there, motionless, arms and legs splayed, her glorious body open and vulnerable to whatever Cathy wanted to do with it. The Dirty one's cruelty was well known, renowned around the league...and she was not about to let such an opportunity pass her by. Slowly, tantilizingly, she gripped the sweat bra, and pulled the garment down, off of Shea's breasts, fully exposing the plump, flawless orbs to the viewing public. Then, Cathy began to fondle them, began to cup and caress them, playing with the nipple and sensitive flesh as if it was a new playtoy, all the while continuing to gyrate her hips. But it was not as much fun as it could be; when the victim was unconcious, there was no knowledge of her embarrasment, no realization of what was happening. There was no squirming, no moaning, no gasping. No, Shea remained there, as full of life as a lump of coal. But that did not mean that Cathy meant to stop. Oh, no. She finally had the British Bombshell in her grasp...and fully intended to enjoy her position.]

Tammy: "Finally, the referee pays attention to what is going on in the center of the ring........he slides into position, as Shea's shoulders are firmly pinned to the canvas, and begins to slap the mat!"

Buck: "All for show, my poor deprived co-announcer, he could count to 50 and there still wouldn't be any escape. Shea London is on Dream Street...and how I love to see her in Cathy's clutches!"

Tammy: "1....2.......3."

Ding Ding Ding

Buck: "And, rightfully so, the Dennehy's are going on to the finals of the tag team tournament!"

Tammy: "And hopefully, there will be better officiating in that one.....the amount of illegal tactics this referee allowed the Dennehy's to get away with here was a....."

Buck (rolling his eyes) : "Oh, here we go again..."

[As Tammy continues her tirade against the injustices of the FAWN universe, Cathy continues to play with her prey, continues to fondle and feel the flesh of the beauty that lies before her. Her hands now travel further south...travel down, to Shea's shorts covered sweetmeat, and the crowd watches in awed anticipation as the garment is grasped, as it begins to be pulled down the blond's beautiful body, revealing inch after inch of flawless, creamy skin, skin which most fans had never seen before. But Shea is spared further injustice...as Kylie suddenly bursts into the ring, the victor in the ringside altercation with Shannen Dennehy, and a dropkick sends Cathy off of Shea, forces the older Dennehy sister to the ropes and through them, to land heavily on the outside of the ring to the cheers of the audience.]

Tammy: "And Kylie to the rescue! The Pleasant Valley Princess stands there in a defensive position, over the fallen body of her ally, fists raised, ready for any sort of attack from these evil, vile Dennehys!"

Buck: "I think that Cathy and Shannen have gotten what they came here for. Cathy to her feet, and, with a little smile, waves at Kylie. I think she does not want to press the issue, rightfully so when dealing with someone as underhanded as Kylie Sanders!"

Tammy: "Whatever."

Buck: "Ladies and Gent's, we'll be right back after this short commercial break!"

[Winner, and advancing to the finals of the tournament: Cathy and Shannen Dennehy.]