As The Grateful Dead�s "China Cat Sunflower" chirps into the loudspeakers, all eyes turn to the entrance ramp. Pyrotechnic spinners shoot out heralding�nothing. Suddenly, a murmur and then a cheer blossoms from one side of the crowd. The cameras and spotlights frantically pan until they hit upon their intended quarry. A lithe, sinewy blonde with large, blue eyes that constantly smile and sparkle, walks through the audience! Her lightly tanned body radiates exuberance and energy. The crowd gives her plenty of room, as it seems her escort has those close, a bit on edge. As the blonde nears the ring, it finally becomes clear why. She is attended to by a simian! A baboon to be precise. But one that seems to walk next to her friend with a regal bearing, if a royal were to hold placards under their arm. Some of the crowd erupts as they recognize the duo from successful stints in other organizations, and even before the PA can welcome her as FAWN�s newest force of nature, much of the crowd picks up a chant. AB-BY. ABB-BY

As Abby Hoffman gets into the �Dead� groove, she starts dancing through the audience, stopping every so often to get jiggy with someone she likes. Meandering and twirling her way down, her long skirt and her tie-dye crop tee providing a miasma of swirling color. Abby gets to the guardrail, where she takes off her billowy skirt, and throws it into the crowd, leaving the Cosmic Cutie in her tie dye bikini briefs and matching belly tee. Next Abby takes off her floppy suede hat, and places it on the head of a small girl in the front row. Playfully tapping the happy youngster on the nose, Abby kneels, and gives her a hug before bounding over the barrier and onto the floor. The camera picks up on two things: Abby�s beautiful dimpled smile and the fact that the most accomplished valet/ape in women�s wrestling history, Muncle, is placing his stack of placards in Abby�s corner. Abby playfully skips a lap around the floor, slapping hands with each side of the front row, before scaling the turnbuckle and doing a backflip into the ring. Muncle, the more reserved of the two, of course follows her in.

The lights dim, and a giggle can be heard to spread over the arena�s loudspeakers. There is a brief flash of light, and 'Schools Out' by Alice Cooper begins to play. Desire the Naughty Schoolgirl enters the area to the cheers and catcalls of the male members of the audience. She stands at the entrance ramp with a little smirk, reveling in their attention. She is an attractive blond, wearing a white, unbuttoned, blouse that hugs her diminutive frame and is tied off barely below her bosom, the top sheer enough to highlight the red bra beneath. Below, a plaid skirt exposes the entirety of her well-tanned legs, barely keeping her undergarments from view. Knee-high, white stockings finish the outfit. With a giggle, the naughty schoolgirl saunters down to the ring. She spots a male of college age along the aisle railing, holding a sign that says DESIRE, LET'S STAY AFTER SCHOOL, and she sashays over towards him. Batting her eyes, she leans closer for a kiss, and he happily puckers up...only to have her pull away at the last moment and, grabbing his sign in her hands, tearing it in two. With a taunting laugh, she resumes her march down to the ring, and, sliding into the ring, she regards her opponent, arms crossed before her impressive chest.

Abby bobs to her corner, face beaming. It had been a long while since she had last competed with one of her �sisters� and she desperately missed it. She holds the ropes apart for Muncle, who stares up at Abby, as if to say �please, I know my way around a ring�. He takes a seat next to his pile of cardboard quadrilaterals.

DING. DING. DING.

Abby bounds to the middle of the ring with her right hand high in the air, ready to begin the match with a high-five to this, her first FAWN opponent. From her attire and demeanor, she looks as though she�s going to begin a dance with Desire around a flowered Maypole. Desire skips out to meet her, matching Abby pearly for pearly. She slaps hands with the Hippie Chick, but intertwines her fingers within those of Abby, pulling her arm behind and pinning it behind Hoffman in a chickenwing. Desire pushes her chest into Abby�s back, wrenching the arm viciously.
�That is so uncool,� Abby squeaks between gritted teeth.

�What-Ever,� the schoolgirl responds.

She releases Abby�s arm and follow with a quick, effective belly-to-back suplex that leaves Abby on the mat , her back slightly arched as she reaches to massage the impact point. Ah, the hard smack of unforgiving plywood under a thin coating of canvas. It still hurt, but it was a comfortable sort of pain that brought Abby back to so many good times. Good times that would be again.

And Desire seemed more than interested in reacquainting Hoffman to those �good times�, lifting her up with a yank of Abby�s tousled spun gold Grabbing an arm, she whips Abby to the far ropes. Following behind to mid-ring, Desire sets for a backdrop that Abby gracefully leapfrogs, bouncing off the set of cables behind the Naughty One, but Hoffman is unprepared for Desire�s quick adjustment. The Schoolgirl�s plaid skirt lifts as she spins and she nails Abby with a firm dropkick that leaves Abby once again reminiscing with the mat, left set of digits massaging her jaw.

Muncle holds up a card in the corner. �She�s alright, folks.� He places it down on the opposite side of the post and picks up another. �Just working the kinks out.�

Desire, noticing the simian hijinks, picks Abby up by the hair and pushes her up to the ropes. She sticks her tongue out at Muncle and proceeds to lay a backhanded chop to Abby�s modest cleavage, the slap reverberating around the arena. The Naughty One loads up again and follows through, Hoffman grimacing through the meaty smack, her head flying back then bowing forward upon its return.

Desire gathers Abby�s drooping noggin and turns the Flower Child toward the ropes. Giggling, she forces Abby�s face into the top rope and runs her face across the coarse cable all the way to Abby�s corner where Muncle greets her with a stately snort.
�What do you think about that, monkey?� the platinum blonde snickers. Desire turns her ass to the baboon and slaps it, the flash of red atop Desire�s butt cheeks making Muncle momentarily homesick for his ladyfriends on the savannah, but it is just a moment and he soon looks offended, offended as a baboon can look.

Abby rubs her eyes and clears the cobwebs as the discussion between immature schoolgirl and ardent ape continues via body language. She decides to make the conversation a three-way, driving a boot to Desire�s belly that doubles the blonde over with a soft cry.

Hoffman takes a couple steps back then shoots forward, collecting Desire�s head and spinning her harshly to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker within the blink of an eye. Her speed already well on display, she leaps to the top turnbuckle to show off her agility, dexterity born in her many years as a trapeze artist.

Flying through the air with the greatest of ease, Abby hits a flying elbow across the sternum of the Naughty One, Desire flopping like a landlocked mackerel for a moment or two before falling still, hands to her abundant chest.

The bubbly blonde hippie chick pops to her feet, waving to the crowd with a beaming smile. They return her love with a rousing ovation and not a few peace signs.

Abby snatches Desire by a wrist and peels her off the mat, first to her knees, then to unsteady feet. Hoffman whips the Schoolgirl across to the opposite corner, stockinged feet pounding the canvas before pitter-pattering to a violent stop as her back crashes against the turnbuckle. Desire cries pitiably and sinks to a reclined seat on the canvas, her shoulders resting across the top buckle.

Muncle, standing behind the buckles of the downed Desire, waves his girl in. Abby�s slender, lithe form accelerates quickly and she launches at full speed from a few feet away, her tie-dye covered crotch slamming hard into the dual shock absorbers that Desire confined with her red satin bra.

WHAM. BAMM.
Abby�s joy was palpable. She looks as though she was on her favorite ride at Disneyland, bronco busting Desire to oblivion. And as Desire�s face grows more vacant, so it also falls toward the mat, where soon it was taking Abby�s �Ride�em Cowboy� thrusts, until it too fell all the way to the mat, ending Abby�s trip.

Hoffman hops to her feet with a wide grin and brings Desire along, she, sans the flashing pearlies. Meanwhile, Muncle is doing some flashing of his own. No, he remained nattily attired, but did gaudily flaunt a card that noted �Abby is Fabby�.

Meanwhile, Abby Irish whips Desire off to the far side, skillfully climbing her foe upon her return to mid-ring and spinning Desire to the canvas with a breathtaking hurricarana that left the schoolgirl stunned, eyes blinking wide, the only other movement, the roll of her chest as she heaved in such much-needed oxygen.

Being ever aware of her friend�s state, the baboon�s baboon notices Abby�s big baby blues gleam in the direction of the buckles. He quickly shuffles his cards as Hoffman makes her way to the corner and shoots to the top. He holds his placard high. �Everybody jump�jump. Abby�ll make ya jump�jump.�

Abby obliges, throwing herself off, crashing down across Desire�s open midsection in a ring-rattling, gut-busting frog splash. Desire�s body jackknifing together with a grunt then receding back to the mat, spreadeagled.

Abby, hearing a forlorn sigh from betwixt Desire�s ruby lips, perhaps of resignation, drapes her body across Desire�s and hooks the near leg high, Desire�s knee touching her tight belly.

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Shoulder up.

Abby responds with a knowing smirk. She�s heard FAWN girls were made of tough stuff. Desire was close to going. But that was a little TOO easy.

Abby kips up to the roar of the crowd and drags Desire up to her side. Whether out of instinct or some vague thought in her scrambled mind, Desire�s nails flash across Abby�s eyes, blinding her. Hoffman stumbles in a circle that eventually leads back to a recovering Desire. The two stand next to each other gathering wits on one side, and senses on the other.

Abby is the first to shake off her damage, lifting a left-footed kick at the Naughty One�s kidney, but Desire has the wherewithal to catch Abby�s effort with a minimum of impact. She clasps Hoffman�s leg in her grasp, the hardcore hippie bouncing on one foot, trying to shake free. Before Desire can decide how to push this advantage, Abby sends an enzuguri kick from her free leg hurtling toward Desire�s cheek, but again Desire is quick to respond, ducking beneath the effort, her wrestling senses honed to a fine edge from the past months� struggles in the ring.

With Abby completely off-balance after the swing and miss, Desire plants her to the canvas with a booming faceslam, Hoffman�s face and chest impacting with ferocity, legs and arms spreadeagled. Desire stumbles to her knees next to the downed beauty, but instead of rolling her over and going for a pin, her right hand travels between Abby�s legs then slightly underneath. Unseen to everyone, but immediately well known to Abby and Desire, she curls the buried digits into a claw and digs into the Groovy Chick�s sweetmeat, the tie-dyed cloth providing little resistance to Desire�s digging, delving fingers.

Abby squeals back to life, the crotch claw like five red-hot pokers into her pubic mound. Mr. Devonshire had introduced her to FAWN�s superficialities, but this girl was introducing her to the FAWN to which she had been warned; in many ways, the real FAWN.

Desire pushed her claw deeper still, clamping and unclamping, flexing her stilettoes as far as the bikini bottom would allow. Abby�s crotch radiates with a nuclear blast of screaming, shooting pain, all the muscles in her body stiffening. Sweat pours down over her face, mouth widened into a silent �O�. Finally, frantically, she fights for freedom and pushes Desire away with one mule-like kick. Still, considerable damage is done and instead of blithely kipping to her feet, her hands fall to her privates, sneaking below her colorful briefs to softly massage away the pain.

However, the shitasu is interrupted by Desire�s desire to push her advantage. She hauls Abby to her feet, Hoffman�s ankles remaining crossed for protection. Desire cups her hand and lays a swat across Abby�s nearly bare bottom. She rears back and sends another and another, the scalding strokes reddening Abby�s cheeks while they push her to the ropes. Against the cables, Desire turns her target and summarily clotheslines her over the top. Abby cartwheels over, her left set of ribs catching the edge of the apron before she falls hard to her hip on the cement below.

Desire is quick to follow her out, taking a more conventional voyage through the strands then dropping next to her, looking down with a giggle and clap of her hands on what she had wrought. She again pulls Abby to her feet, Hoffman�s baby blues somewhat glazed.

Grabbing a wrist, she attempts to whip Abby into the apron back-first, but the FAWN newcomer skillfully reverses the slingshot and sends Desire careening in the opposite direction, her back nearly cleaved by the guardrail.

Desire�s back arches as she wails in anguish, her beautiful face contorts as her hands fly to her lower spine. Abby gathers up her slumping foe. When it came to outside the ring, she was now tiptoeing through the tulips and the excitement in her face was unmistakable. Hoffman pulls Desire forward, rotating their position 180 degrees, so Abby has her back to the steel barrier. Digging into her vast energy reserve, she snaps Desire over in a belly-to-belly suplex, the Naughty One�s spine once again demolished by the thin iron rail atop the divider.

�AHHHHHHHH�

The screech of agony from Desire curdles more than a few cc�s of blood in the nearby fans. Her body sags on either side of the railing, arms and legs limp, the curve in her spine painful to see, let alone experience.

Abby pushes to her feet and crawls slowly back upon the apron, each step an exercise in mind over matter, as the tides of suffering emanating from her sex have barely abated. Still, she pushes on. Up to the middle buckle, then to the top.

All the particulars of The Strawberry Fields Shut Down, Abby�s infamous guillotine leg drop, are in place. All that was required was for the blade to fall. And so it did. But in the second that gravity took to bring Abby back down to Mother Earth, Desire finds a strength that had eluded her in most of her matches. She slides off the rail and into the front row. Her back, now along the outside of the retainer pushes the rail toward the ring, and Abby, looking to play Desire like some 5-foot 8-inch sweaty blonde tiddlywink, instead finds her legs on either side of a bar that bends, but did not give. The look on the elfin blonde�s face forces Muncle to hide his eyes, ostensibly �seeing no evil�, Abby�s already-injured pussy losing its eight remaining lives with the devastating impact. She slowly lists toward the ring and falls with a thud, shoulder meeting cement, the blow meaningless to the mind-altering pain that flowed like a flooded river from her cunt.

Desire slowly dumps herself out of the crowd and wearily drags Abby�s deadweight to the apron, Hoffman�s hands deep between her legs, perhaps in perpetuity. With a deep guttural groan, Desire lifts and shifts Abby�s body into the ring, rolling it under the bottom rope, her own soaking, exhausted form slides in behind.

Desire rests for a moment, then pushes to her feet, somehow uncurling Abby enough to join her. Lifting Hoffman from behind, Desire genuflects, letting Abby�s sex find one more mountain of pain to find, the Naughty One steadying Abby atop what was now a thermonuclear atomic drop.

Keeping the flaccid Abby upright is now Desire�s toughest job as she revolves around the Hippie Chick�s stooped form. She draws Abby�s dripping blonde locks and the scalp that held them in place between her thighs, her plaid skirt hiding some of the impact from view when the schoolgirl hits her Pedigree finisher on Abby, Muncle�s enormous jaw open in astonishment.

The platinum blonde rolls a thankfully insensate Abby onto her back and hooks both legs, Hoffman�s hands still between them.

The referee slides into place and the stunned crowd watches in silence as the zebra slaps out his 1-2-3.

In a failed attempt to lessen their disbelief, the PA rings out.

�Your winner. Desire.�

The Naughty One peels herself off Abby and rolls up to a straddle of the Cosmic Cutie�s tummy. Raising her hands skyward, she receives a smattering of applause and boos, but mostly bewilderment.

�Get used to it,� she screams. �Taking my rightful place in this organization is all of you people�s greatest DESIRE.�
With that, her hands become claws and she violently tears Abby�s belly tee to shreds, then rips into the modest, but pert bosom that lies beneath no longer. As her talons sink into the malleable flesh, Abby stirs back to consciousness, weakly moaning and mewling. Hands still unable to leave her nether regions, she is helpless against the newest assault, the claws evolving into a titty-squashing, butt-bump, payback ride for her Bronco Buster, Abby feeling as though her breasts would end up on the inside of her sternum if Desire kept things up much longer.

But the Naughty Schoolgirl was easily bored. This, however, was not all good news, as she proceeds to slide up Abby�s naked upper body, halting for a moment at her chin.

�Just think of this as dropping ass instead of dropping acid and enjoy the trip,� the platinum blonde teases.

Desire�s sweaty, satiny cheeks and the moist lace that divided them swallow up Abby�s face in a forward face sit, the schoolgirl quickly moving to a deep grind of Abby�s delicate features, Desire�s face quickly filling with her namesake.

Suddenly, the Naughty One feels a shove from the side that nearly unseats her. She turns, and in the process, inadvertently lands an elbow into the snout of a well-dressed baboon. Muncle�s nose starts to twitch and agitate. With no handkerchief handy, Muncle tries to hold on, but finally cannot, sneezing all over Desire�s right side, arm and body. And baboon sputum, as it turns out, is not a pleasant sight.
The disgusting view, and moreso feel, of Muncle�s mucous drives Desire off Abby�s prone body and reddened face faster than a dropkick from the Ice Maiden.

�This is totally gross,� Desire screams as she stands. She scurries to the outside and retrieves Abby�s discarded top, wiping for all she was worth.

Temporarily satisfied, she throws the multihued rag into the crowd and tries to regain some of the pleasure of the moment, raising her hands in victory.

This was a big one. And it was only the start. She was sure.