[We are at the FAWN arena, located in the heart of the city. Once again, the end of the week has arrived, much to the pleasure of the fans, who have waited patiently all week for this event, as they do every week. For Sunday was match night, where the best and brightest that society has to offer goes head to head in the squared circle, the beautiful women offering a slice of life available nowhere else in the world. As usual, the place was sold out, the fans on their feet, waving and cheering, making noise and waving their signs, just hoping for a moment of glory infront of the FAWN cameras. Some of the more apparent signs read: 'WHO DARES ATTACK AMERICA?!?', 'COWGAL FOR LIFE!', and 'LANSDALE FOR PRESIDENT!'. The cameras finally spin around to focus on the announcers located at ringside.]

Buck Ansome: "Welcome to FAWN, ladies and gents! And you are just in time for our first match of the evening, featuring one newcomer against a seasoned veteran of the squared circle."

Tammy DeVine: "To say that Sandra St. James has had some personal problems recently would be an understatement. A truly gifted athlete, for sure, but she has had a lack of focus as of late. For One match, she comes out on fire and shows the crowd what she is capable of...the next, she is lifeless, sluggish, as if a shade of her former self. One has to wonder what is causing this."

Buck: "Methinks it has a l'il something to do with the.....*glug glug* (makes drinking motion with his hand)."

Tammy: "Well, it remains to be seen which Sandra St. James will be coming out here tonight...and, whether her normal self or not, she is sure to have her hands full with the speedy newcomer, Tynia Powers!"

["Fight Song" by Marilyn Manson hits the p.a. system when all of a sudden Tynia Powers aka The Gothic Cheerleader walks out in her two piece black and red cheerleading uniform and black boots. The crowd automaticly boo her as she walks down the rampway yet she does have a few fans in the audience as some signs show "Marry Me Tynia.", "Gimme a T, gimme a Y, gimme a NIA, What does that spell?", and "Send More Goths" as she gets in the ring she slides under the bottom rope and taunts the crowd with some arm raising.]

Buck: "Oh, I love goths! Have I told you that I love goths before, Tammy?"

Tammy: "Only about a million times, me buck-o. Tynia has a few fans in attendance, but her reputation preceeds herself given the reaction from this sold out crowd. And flipping them the bird will do nothing to repair her image."

Buck: "Repair? Bah! Tynia tells it like it is!"

[The fans in attendance begin to cheer loudly as AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" begins to blare across the speakers, as gold fire works soar through the air. Sandra steps from behind the curtains, looking about the crowd. Even the less observant amongst the audience can tell that this is not the Sandra St. James of old. While she would once be bubbly, happy, bouncing in step, the model looks listless, confused. The buxom, young woman wears a gold, fishnet bikini, a few strategically placed stars covering her unmentionables. She finishes the look with gold, vinyl, wrestling boots, her blonde hair flowing down her back. ]

Tammy: "A shame, how much Sandra has fallen. I really hope she can conquer those personal demons of hers soon, I really do. It amazes me to think as to why Maurie Devonshire continues to book matches for this fallen angel."

Buck: "Me too! But I guess that every federation has to have its own version of a punching bag!"

[Sandra wanders down to the squared circle, having problems walking a straight line, bobbing from side to side as if playing a game of irregular bumper cars with members of the audience. Tynia merely stands there in the center of the ring, hands on her hips, watching the show as Sandra grasps at the bottom rope, as if to pull herself into the ring...then, suddenly thinking better of it, the blond starlet wanders to the steps, and carefully mounts the metal stairs, taking her time while entering the ring. Tynia has definitely had enough of the slow activity...and, walking over to where Sandra stands, she suddenly lunges out with a foot, driving it up between Sandra's legs, slamming it onto her vulnerable pelvic area, strong enough to make the blond beauty cry out and double over, hands flying down to her pelvic area. Wasting no time, Tynia hops to the second rope, jumps off, and drops a leg across the doubled over Sandra's head, flipping the taller woman over the topes, to slam on her back to the canvas with a surprised squawk.]

Ding Ding Ding

Buck: "And an excellent display of athletics has given Tynia Powers the advantage, at the beginning of this match! She is extremely quick, I have to give her that one!"

Tammy: "I was hoping for this match to be a battle between the high flyers, as Sandra is more of a speedy risk taker as well, but I fear that we won't be seeing that here tonite! But really, a low blow right off the top of the match....did Tynia really have to do that? As if proving to everyone in attendance that yes, she likes to cheat, to get the advantage!"

Buck: "Hey, whatever floats your boat, honey! Tynia places a boot against Sandra's throat, grabs the ropes for leverage...and starts to choke the blond starlet! Boot choke! Oh, how I love these!"

Tammy: "You would! Sandra cries out and struggles, her shapely legs kicking about, and the referee counts, giving Tynia until the five count to release the illegal tactic...and the gothic cheerleader agrees at the last second!"

[Tynia bounds back to her feet, and dashes at the ropes, the tiny goth moving like a bolt of lightning as she bounds to the second rope and flips backwards, summersaulting her lithe figure down onto Sandra's splayed form, hitting the ailing starlet with a moonsault. Sandra cries out upon impact, and Tynia wastes no time in grabbing one of Sandra's shapely legs, lifting it up, trapping the blond beauty in a pinning attempt. The referee slides into position, and his hand slaps the canvas once...then twice...but bare seconds before the hand can meet the mat a third time, Sandra has lifted a shoulder, continuing the match. The gothic cheerleader hops back to her feet, and, grabbing a handful of blond hair, she tugs, guiding Sandra to her feet. The blond starlet stands slowly, her body badly needing some recuperation time...but she suddenly strikes, slamming a fist into Tynia's belly. The tiny goth cries out, and releases her grip on Sandra's hair, the force of impact knocking her back a few steps.]

Buck: "And Sandra certainly has the size advantage in this altercation! She follows it up with another punch....which Tynia easily moves out of the way of! Sandra with another lazy haymaker, which again misses its mark!"

Tammy: "Sandra's punches certainly don't hold much authority here...again she throws a fist, which a blind sumo wrestler could have avoided..."

Buck: "Did I just hear you right? D...did you just insult Sandra St. James?!?"

Tammy: "You must certainly did not! I offered my completely objective opinion concerning the state of this matchup, which sometimes can be hard to hear! Hey, me buck-o, you want the truth, you come to DeVille!"

[Tynia finally mounts an offensive, jumping into the air and striking the bikini clad blond with a flying dropkick, her cheerleading skirt delightfully swirling about her hips, exposing glimpses of that which lay beneath to the cheers of the male fans in the audience. Sandra cries out upon impact,and falls back, against the ropes, where she remains. Again, like white lightning, the tiny goth has gotten back to her feet, and in moments Sandra is whipped across the ring. Bouncing off the opposite ropes, the blond starlet comes barelling back at Tynia, out of control, her firm breasts heaving from within the confines of her black fishnet bikini top, and Tynia sends her right back down to the canvas with a hurricanrana.]

Tammy: "Some nice high flying moves from the rookie, she certainly seems to have Sandra on the ropes! Tynia again lies down ontop of Sandra and hooks the leg, going for the pinning attempt! The referee starts to count...1..2..."

Buck: "And Sandra gets the shoulder up, again! Good resliency, but none too swift upstairs...she should just lie down, and get it all over with! She doesn't have a chance against Miss Powers, not in her condition!"

Tammy: "Tynia to her feet, a smirk gracing her pale features...she knows that she's in firm control here. A handful of blond hair, and the taller competitor is assisted to her feet, and pulled over to a turnbuckle..."

Buck: "Where Tynia begins to slam Sandra's face down onto the harsh surface!"

[Tynia was not a fan favourite...but this move always inspired vocal reaction from the audience. They counted along with each strike, with each slam of Sandra's delicate features to sweet turnbuckle. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8....9....10! The gothic cheerleader releases her grip on Sandra's hair, and the blond starlet stumbles a few feet away, dazed and confused, a blank look to her eyes. She manages to wander around in a complete circle...then she slumps to the corner, head reclining against the ringpost, arms splayed to either side of the turnbuckle, staring blankly towards the middle of the ring. Tynia sees the state of her opponent....and wanders to the middle of the ring, hand raised to the audience, letting them all know that something good was about to happen, something big. Then in a blur of red and white, the tiny goth dashes at Sandra, her black hair whipping out behind her, and then she jumps into the air.]

Tammy: "And she lands right down on Sandra's chest, legs splayed to either side of Sandra's helpless figure..."

Buck: "Bronco Buster! Bronco Buster! Tynia begins to bounce up and down, riding the blond starlet, who can do nothing! She's trapped in the corner! And will you see how close Tynia's sweet l'il crotch is to Sandra's face..."

Tammy: "Get your mind out of the gutter, me buck-o! Tynia finally stops, gets to her feet and raises her hand to the audience, and some actually cheer for her, impressed with the move!"

Buck: "And Sandra looks to be on Dream street!"

[Indeed, Sandra remains slumped in the corner, arms and legs splayed, staring at the ceiling with confused, lidded eyes. She offers no resistance as Tynia again grabs a handful of blond hair,and again guides her to her feet. The gothic cheerleader whips Sandra into the ropes, and, bouncing off of them, the blond starlet comes barreling back at Tynia, out of control, her blond hair whipping out behind her, and Tynia bends at the waist, meaning to flip Sandra over her lithe figure in a back body drop. However, working purely on instinct, Sandra flips over Tynia's back, rolling above her to land on her back on the ground behind her, grabbing Tynia's legs as she moves, using her momentum to flip the surprised youngster off of her feet into a sunset flip. Before the gothic cheerleader can even follow what is going on, her shoulders are pinned to the canvas and her tiny body rolled up in a surprise pinning manuever. The referee slides into position, and starts to count, quickly...1...2..]

Tammy: "And Tynia just barely gets out of the rollup!"

Buck: "Foul! Foul! Did you see how quick the referee was counting there! Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark, me thinks!"

Tammy: "Tynia bounds right back to her feet, but Sandra is right there to intercept her, and a hiptoss sends the youngster right back down to the mat! Again, the gothic cheerleader bounds to her feet, and again is sent right back down to the canvas with an easy bodyslam. To her feet for a third time...and a flying spinning back heelkick is her reward this time!"

Buck: "Sandra is showing some surprising offense.....the blond starlet drops down on top of the cheerleader, hooks the leg, going for the pin!"

[The referee slides into position, and begins to count, but the tiny cheerleader manages to get a shoulder up in time. Without wasting any time, Sandra has gotten to her feet, and assisted Tynia to her feet with a handful of raven black hair. She goes to whip Tynia across the ring, but the cheerleader reverses the move, and instead it is Sandra that barrels forward, out of control, her firm breasts heaving from within the confines of her black bikini top. Rebounding off ot he opposite ropes, she comes back at Tynia...who moves deftly to the side and intertwines her legs with Sandra's, tripping the blond starlet with a drop toe hold, Sandra falling onto the ropes, her upper body dangling over the lower rope.]

Buck: "And I think we're finally going to get to see it! The 666!"

Tammy: "Tynia dashes at the opposite ropes and barrels back at Sandra, raven black hair streaming out behind her....she reaches where Sandra lies, grabs the top rope and spins around, outside of the ring, slamming her feet into the blond starlets face! Sandra cries out and falls to the inside of the ring, where she clutches her face, struggling to her feet..."

Buck: "Sandra St. James is in a world of hurt! Tiny Tynia moves to the outside of the ring, standing on the ring apron, staring at her opponent...as soon as Sandra has gotten to her feet, she hops to the top rope, lunges into the ring, grabs a hold of Sandra's head...and brutally drops her head down to the canvas!"

Tammy: "The Final Cheer! Sandra cries out upon the solid connection, and just lies there, on her front, arms and legs splayed, and Tynia rolls her over, hooking the leg! The referee starts to count...1...2...3!"

Ding Ding Ding

[Tynia's theme music begins to blare out of the arena's loudspeakers as the gothic cheerleader hops to her feet, arms raised, revelling in her victory. She bounces to the corner and hops to the top rope, gloating to the sold out audience, who jeer and boo, displeased with the result of the match. True, Tynia was a gifted athlete, had impressed a lot of the fans with her athletic display...but her attitude and underhanded tactics left much to be desired. Further proof of her arrogance was displayed as she finally hopped down from the corner and kicked an ailing Sandra St. James in the face one final time before heading to the back.]

Tammy: "Hey! That was entirely uncalled for!"

Buck: "Hey, to the victor goes the spoils! A shame, really, that Sandra was not disrobed this evening, but, given the display we saw tonight from the blond starlet, I would say that there is plenty of opportunity for that later!"

Tammy: "A shame, about Sandra. An impressive debut from Tynia, no doubt, but even you have to admit that Sandra was off her game. Listless, unfocused...if only she could struggle through her personal demons, she would be a contender. We've seen what she's capable of."

Buck: "Hey, I like doormats! Every federation needs em! And I especially like the blond ones!"

Tammy: "Folks, we'll be right back with our next match!"

[Winner: Tynia Powers.]