Once again, the atmosphere at the FAWN Arena is electric. Attendance is very nearly at full capacity, even with an absence of such notable names as Van Buren, Lansdale, London, Armstrong, or Chrissy: further proof, if any be needed, that FAWN had arrived, and its continuing success was a result of the whole product, not just one or two big name draws. And at ringside, as always, Tammy and Buck look ready to come to blows. And that could only mean one thing: a match was about to start.

TAMMY: Welcome back, wrestling fans. Up next, Missy Daniel looks to prove that age isn't the only regard in which she is not her sister's junior partner, taking on the pride of San Antonio, Lacey Montoya.

BUCK: I would not want to be in Lacey's cowpat soiled boots tonight, Tammy. Missy Daniel is one angry woman; between the accolades her sister has deservingly received, as well...um, Missy's rather humbling defeat at the hands of Jewel DeVine.

TAMMY: I'm not sure you can call it a humbling defeat, exactly. Missy seems to have hardly been humbled by her misfortune. However, Lacey Montoya, too, is looking to get back on the winning track. She and Juliet Bloodwind looked impressive in their first match as a team, before falling to the Dennehy sisters!

BUCK: Bah! Cathy batted them around, like the mice they were to her Cat's Claw. And look for Missy to rebound with a similar showing tonight, Tammy. Cat or Sandy, Lacey will be FAWN's resident expert on claw holds by the end of the night. You mark my words.

TAMMY: We'll see, Buck. Personally, I have a feeling Lacey Montoya is going to emerge triumphant.

BUCK: You get into Abby's stash earlier?

Suddenly, the lights go low. Metallica's "Enter Sandman" rumbles over the loudspeakers. Missy Daniel stomps into the arena, coming down the aisle like she is mad at the world. No smiles, no sexy shimmy. A very attractive blonde bomber, she wears a black pleather string bikini top and matching hipster briefs, cut low at the waist and almost even with the crotch. Black wristbands adorn her wrists and black boots with "MD" on the sides in interlocking letters complete the ensemble. Her straight blonde hair hanging over her shoulders and down her back, she strides up the ring steps, chest bouncing within her bikini top. She climbs through the ropes, an alabaster skinned well rounded blonde. Almost as though she is the antithesis of her sister's bubbly entrance, she is all business, settling back into her corner, awaiting the start of the match.

BUCK: A credit to her family name.

TAMMY: There's no denying Missy Daniel is a tough fighter. Just not necessarily the sharpest knife in the drawer.

BUCK: What are you trying to say?

TAMMY: Just that if she used the gray cells between her ears a bit more, she might have better success.

The overhead lights flicker then go out all together, leaving the crowd in total but anticipating darkness. With a flare of pyrotechnics, Montoya appears at the top of the ramp as the opening harmonica/steel guitar chords of Kid Rock's "Cowboy" pour out of the sound system speakers.

As the crowd burst into cheers, Lacey begins her strut down the steel in her newly redesigned gear. Now dressed all in white, from the leather chaps over bikini bottoms to the skintight bustier vest and prerequisite Stetson, she grinningly bumps and grinds down to ringside on her snakeskin boots as the electric guitar wails.

Once there the saucy Texan does her traditional circuit around the ring, high-fiving fans before making one final stop at the announcer's table for her good luck kiss from the Ansome. Finally satisfied she is all business as she slides into the ring, never taking her eyes off of her opponent for an instant and awaits the bell to ring...

BUCK: You know, Tammy, I'd almost forgotten just how much I like that girl.

TAMMY: I thought you might have changed your tune.

BUCK: Tammy, I've said this many times before: on nights like tonight, we're ALL winners.

As the bell sounds, Daniel and Montoya move out of their corners, both warily eyeing the other as they near the center of the ring. As the two square off, Missy raises her right arm, her hand just a little higher than Montoya's head, inviting the taller cowgirl into a test of strength. Lacey cocks her head to one side, a smirk crossing her lips before she accepts the invitation, the fingers of her left hand interlocking with Missy's right. The remaining hands follow their example shortly thereafter, and the two women strain against each other. And at first, the unthinkable appears to be happening: it is Lacey who appears to be struggling more.

TAMMY: Like I said, there's no denying the toughness or the power of the diminutive Daniel. I've still got to wonder whether this is the wisest course of action for her.

BUCK: Tammy, she's winning. What more proof do you need?

TAMMY: It's early, Buck.

Indeed it was. Lacey is able to withstand her momentary faltering, and is now again the aggressor, applying the pressure to Missy... until a boot from the smaller girl rams into Lacey's midsection. Lacey doubles over as their hands disengage, Missy using her now free right talons to rake across the cowgirl's eyes, drawing a loud shriek from Montoya.

TAMMY: Reprehensible.

BUCK: Effective.

Missy presses her attack by slipping one arm between Lacey's thighs, and again displaying impressive strength for her stature, she easily scoops the larger cowgirl off the canvas, holding her against her chest before dropping Lacey to the mat, Missy's own weight coming down hard on top of her with an authoritative powerslam.

TAMMY: And a scoop slam from Daniel rocks the ring. Missy is looking good at the start.

BUCK: Redundant, Tammy. Missy ALWAYS looks good.

TAMMY: Careful, Buck. You may not be getting many more pre-match kisses from Lacey with talk like that.

BUCK: Um... I mean...

Missy bounces back to her feet, backs into the ropes, and on her return drops a knee across Montoya's sternum. Missy then quickly goes for the cover, not bothering to hook a leg.

TAMMY: 1 count only for Daniel. Sloppiness.

BUCK: I know both these girls. Neither one of them wants this to end too early, Tammy.

Missy climbs back to her feet, and with a handful of hair, brings Lacey up with her before sending her into the ropes.

BUCK: Missy sending the cowgirl for a ride!

TAMMY: And Lacey shocks her with a flying cross body block!

As the two crash to the mat, Lacey's body atop Missy's, she does hook a leg.

TAMMY: And Montoya gets a quick 2 count on Missy. Almost the match.

BUCK: Surprise. Not trying to take anything away from Lacey, but it takes more than that to beat a Daniel.

Although Missy had been able to break the count, Lacey remained atop her, the cowgirl situating herself so that she was straddling Missy's chest. From the mounted position, Montoya assaults Daniel with a relentless barrage of punches. Left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right, right! Missy attempts to get her arms up to block, but the punches just keep coming too quickly. Finally, the ref is Missy's salvation, pulling Lacey off and away from her victim. Missy quickly rolls onto her stomach, attempting to recover.

BUCK: Hasn't that official gotten the memo? In FAWN, refs are supposed to be like children: seen, and not heard.

TAMMY: And if that was Shea London doing that to Chrissy Daniel, you'd be throwing a fit that he hadn't interceded soon enough.

BUCK: That, my peroxide poisoned colleague, is an entirely different matter altogether.

Lacey doesn't give Missy much of a chance to get a second win, slithering back to her on the canvas before entwining her long and luscious gams around Missy's midsection, squeezing with each ounce of strength those powerful limbs possess. The beach cat's eyes grow wide, and her mouth wider, as Lacey's scissor pushes the oxygen from her lungs and out of her body.

TAMMY: And now Lacey, showing how to think in the ring, working to wear down her opponent. And now, she slips her arms under Missy's, hooking her in a full nelson and...

BUCK: OUCH! I'm sure that hurt.

TAMMY: Lacey just rocked back, lifting Missy off the canvas before dropping her back, butt first.

Missy groans in anguish, the base of her spine taking the brunt of the impact. With the scissor/nelson combo still in place, Lacey rocks back again, once more lifting Missy from the mat, and once more dropping her sharply back.

TAMMY: I think Missy's going to be standing for a while after this one, Buck.

BUCK: Maybe. Winning has a way of curing most ills.

TAMMY: Then she better hope she finds a way to turn things around. This isn't looking too good.

Lacey releases the nelson, and rolls onto her stomach. Propping her elbows on the mat, Montoya rests her chin in her hands. With the scissor still very much in place, Missy has been rolled as well, and finds herself upside down… with her shoulders against the mat.

TAMMY: The ref drops down to count. 1... 2...

BUCK: Not yet! Missy is able to power out.

Lacey, though, is not discouraged. Getting to her feet, she pulls Missy up with her, and sends her into the ropes. As Missy rebounds toward her, Lacey launches herself airborne, and nearly decapitates Missy Daniel with a powerful lariat! Missy crashes to the canvas, but almost immediately bounces back to her hands and knees, crawling a few strides before coming to rest with her torso against the middle rope, her right hand massaging her windpipe.

TAMMY: An authoritative clothesline from the cowgirl! Lacey has really established control.

BUCK: I gotta hand it to her. I don't approve of her tactic...

TAMMY: (under her breath) Go figure...

BUCK: But Lacey Montoya is definitely giving a good showing for herself tonight.

With Missy on the ropes, literally, Lacey rushes back into the opposite set of cables, building up a head of steam before charging back at the beach fighter. With her back to Lacey, Missy never sees her coming, and she is unable to brace herself as Lacey's leg crashes down against her neck and shoulders, thrusting her throat against the middle cable.

BUCK: Every now and then, though, Lacey shows some promise!

Missy flops back to the mat, limbs spasming as she gasps for air. But other than the twitch of a limb, she looks to present no further offensive threat. Grabbing her right ankle, Lacey drags the beach girl a little further from the ropes, before slipping out onto the apron and climbing the turnbuckles.

BUCK: This could backfire. They don't call this high risk for nothing.

TAMMY: For once, Buck, we agree. Lacey reaches the top, launches herself into the air… and the frogsplash finds its mark!

Lacey's body bounces off of Missy's, and following the brief jackknifing of Daniel's body, Missy goes limp. Though clearly having taking some of the force of the move herself, Montoya slowly drags herself back to her foe, draping her body across Missy's and hooking the leg.

TAMMY: Cover. 1... 2... 3!

DING! DING! DING!

The referee raises the cowgirl's hand skyward as Lacey rises to her feet, beaming in triumph.

TAMMY: And another impressive showing for Lacey Montoya. Buck Ansome, she is one young FAWN star who is definitely worth watching.

BUCK: I'm watching, Tammy, I'm watching. She definitely knows how to work a crowd.

Lacey has slipped out of the ring, playfully teasing the crowd as she starts her trip back to the dressing rooms. She doesn't say a word: the glimmer in her eyes and the swivel in her hips saying all she needs to say.

TAMMY: Folks, don't go away. More action is still to come.

WINNER: Lacey Montoya