[We come back from commercial to survey the FAWN arena. The prestigious weekly event is sold out, yet again, the tickets flying off the shelves in record speed as fans flocked from all over the world for a chance to set eyes upon the pinnacle of womens ring wrestling. Even those in the upper seats, those that required binnoculars just to see what was going on in the ring, were ecstatic to be there, and they cheered and screamed just as loudly as the rest. They were all impressed with the event thus far; and the main event was yet to take place. They yelled and screamed, waving their homemade signs, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the FAWN cameras. Some of the more apparent signs read 'DIRTY ME, CATHY', 'BRING ON THE PLEASANT VALLEY PRINCESS!', and 'THEY JUST MAKE 'EM BETTER IN BRITIAN!'. The camera finally spins around and focuses on the announcers table at ringside.]

Buck Ansome: "Welcome back, folks, and you are just in time! I tell you, it has been a long long time since a match has made my blood boil like this one does!"

Tammy DeVille: "So true, me buck-o, so true!"

Buck: "What? You actually agree with me?!? Despite what these 2 ladies are like in the ring?!?"

Tammy: "Despite their lack of respect, or inner morals, I can still admit that both are at the top of their game, and are amongst the most elite of the FAWN roster. I'm surprised that this match was so long in the making, after all. Both are amazingly similar, in both focus and tactics, and both have carved a path through the roster like a hot knife through butter."

Buck: "Yes, both are simply amazing, at what they do, but tonight, one will prove the dominant one, and will achieve their goal. Namely, to destroy the other. Because neither have been too impressed with the attention the other has been receiving. Rumour has it that there has even been a couple of backstage altercations between the 2."

Tammy: "Well, for those expecting an honorable, tactical battle, you will be sadly underwhelmed here. Though neither are too my liking, there is no denying their abilities."

[Suddenly, the lights go low. Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature guitar intro bursting into the arena. Precisely as the drum roll thunders in, a shower of sparks explodes from above, showering the entire arena in momentarily blinding light. Finally as the rest of the band joins in, two flares go off on either side of the entry way at the top of the aisle and Chrissy Daniel, the killer imp, bounces in wearing her red pleather string bikini top and matching hipster bikini briefs, cut low at the waist and even with the crotch! Coming down the aisle, her cherubic face lights up the arena.]

The crowd is mixed in its reaction. How can such a cute and innocent looking girl have such a vicious reputation in the ring? She runs down the rest of the aisle, her big chest bouncing as she runs, the crowd buzzing as the nubile hellion makes her rowdy, energetic arrival. Egging the crowd on with her sexy body crackling with energy, she makes her way to the ring. Taking the ring steps two at a time, she careens through the ropes, her full, rounded ass perfectly framed by the tight red pleather boy-cut bottoms. Standing in mid ring, she flips her thick lustrous hair back over her head, bouncing provocatively, shadowboxing a couple punches, big chest bouncing satisfyingly.]

Buck: "And here she is, my l'il sweetheart, the killer imp herself. The giant destroyer. And oh man, do I ever love her outfit."

Tammy: "Not a man in this arena that will disagree with you, me buck-o. Not entirely practical to fight in, but it suits its purpose. Chrissy knows how attractive she is, and loves to show herself off."

Buck: "I love it! Bounce some more, l'il dahlin, lets see some puppies dance!"

[Mounting the bottom rope in her corner, she puts her hand to her ear, encouraging the mixed reaction of boos, cheers and whistles. Smiling her playfully innocent smile, she hops down from the ropes, setting her large rack jiggling in the tight skimpy bikini top. As the music dies down, she settles back into her corner, her plushly sexy body vibrant as she waits for the start of the match, shaking her head enough to set the light sparkling off her luxurious hair, her chest straining within her bikini top.]

[Then, The arena goes black as the Apotheosis Now remix of 'OH FORTUNA' begins to fill the stadium. The jumbotron monitor shows a grainy, black and white image of a desolate room with chains hanging from the ceiling, which the camera slowly manuevers through. Small, candle like pyrotechnics illuminate the exit from the dressing room area, barely providing enough light to greet the entrance of FAWNs newest member. She walks down the entrance ramp slowly, methodically, with a purpose, small lights to either side of the ramp following her motion. The fans watch in awed silence.]

Tammy: "And here she comes, the impossibly dominant goth girl. Only one loss in her illustrious FAWN career, and that came by a referee's disqualification. Every single woman she has met in the squared circle, she has dominated and humiliated, pure and simple. Her list of conquests is long and impressive."

Buck: "Chrissy had best watch out tonight, or she'll just become the next statistic!"

[Jewel enters the ring, and stands in the center as the lights finally come back on. The raven haired woman is wearing a long robe that hides the dimensions of her body from view, but, with a quick gesture, the garment is removed, exposing her ring attire. The diminutive goth wears a tiny black bikini top that strains against her generous assets, and a small bikini bottom that barely hides her sex from view. The bikini is complimented by her elbow length black gloves and knee high black boots, and around her neck rests a red jewel that glistens and glimmers under the lights of the stadium. The rest of her small, flawless body is exposed, the paleness of her skin emphasized by her black clothing.]

[Normally, Chrissy would have waited in her corner, until the bell had sounded; however, impulse grabs her, and the killer imp confidently strides out of her corner, an arrogant smirk gracing her impish features. Noticing movement; Jewel turns around; and then the two scantily clad beauties are face to face, their eyes locked, their impressive bodies tightly pressed together as they stand their ground, neither wishing to look away, or back up. Both are arrogant, confident, almost concieted in their approach to women's wrestling, and backing down at this juncture would definitely lose them a psychological edge. The black covered goth stands a few inches taller than the buxom brunette; but she is much more slender, Chrissy topping her in weight by about ten pounds. The fans scream their appreciation, the anticipation thick in the air, nearly loud enough to drown out the announcers. The two erotic combatants were about to go head to head, for the first time ever.]

Buck: "Who do you like in this one, Tammy?"

Tammy: "Both tend to the erotic nature, and there is no denying Chrissy's in ring abilities and technical skills. Jewel can't match those! But I don't think that Chrissy can posibly contend with Jewel's impossible strength. We've seen this tiny girl throw much larger opponents around the ring like they were rag dolls. We've seen her recuperate from chair shots in record time. Chrissy is good...but she simply cannot overcome that. What do you think?"

Buck: "We've seen some women manage some moderate success against the indestructible juggernaut. Shea London, Jeanette Lansdale, Sweet Caroline, all kept her off balance, used their speed to their advantage. Chrissy could pull off an upset if she kept the bout moving at her speed. But you know what? It doesnt really matter. We're all gonna win tonight!"

Tammy: "How So?"

Buck: "I bet we're gonna be setting eyes upon some never before uncovered puppies tonight!"

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The two arrogant women circled each other, eyes locked, neither wishing to look away for fear of it being perceived as weakness. They knew the others reputation, knew what they had done to their opponents in the squared circle. As small as Jewel is, the High Priestess still is taller than Chrissy, though more slender; in the battle of weight, Chrissy definitely had the advantage. So perhaps that is what prompts the Killer imp to lock up with Jewel in the center of the ring, despite what she had seen of the High Priestess, despite the unnatural power that Jewel appears to posess. Either way, the black clad goth is a little taken aback by Chrissy's tactics...but that is of no consequence. Chrissy struggles...but is then sent tumbling across the ring, rolling, her huge breasts quivering with the motion from within the confines of her tiny bikini top.

Jewel could have taken the advantage; but, instead the diminutive beauty stands there, raven hair hanging in her face, glove covered hands dangling at her sides. Chrissy scowls, and takes her time getting to her feet, dusting herself off, none too impressed with her showing thus far. But again, she thinks herself capable of taking out the High Priestess; perhaps the buxom brunette believes Jewel to be a sham, or that she has yet to face any true opponents. Either way, they lock up again, leading to the same result; Chrissy tumbling across the ring, thrown there by the brute force shown by Jewel.

This time, Chrissy is too her feet with serpent like speed, dashing at Jewel, her huge breasts heaving with the motion from within the confines of her red bikini top, angered enough by being womanhandled to let reason guide her judgement. She runs, right into Jewel's arms, who easily scoops up the larger woman and slams her to the ground beneath her in a momentum building powerslam, the sheer force of impact enough to make Chrissy cry out and arc her back, emphasizing her luscious orbs.

With a handful of brown hair, Jewel tugs, guiding her opponent to her feet, and Chrissy lashes out with a fist, driving it into Jewel's undefined midsection. She knew her own strength, knew what she was capable of. The diminutive goth did not have a lot of muscle definition, and hitting her belly should have been like plowing through pudding. And the blow did make Jewel cry out, and double over....if but for a split second. But then, it was if she had not been struck at all, and retaliation came in the form of a punch to the belly. It was like being hit with an anvil. Chrissy cried out and gasped for air, stumbling a few steps away, clutching her stomach, unable to believe what she was experiencing. Nobody could have thrown a punch like that. How could Jewel do it?

The killer imp, all but paralyzed by her own pain. She did nothing, could do nothing as Jewel hoisted her cherubic form into the air, so that she dangled helplessly above the High Priestess's head, held there, arms and legs uselessly dangling down towards the ground, Jewel's hand close enough to the V of her legs for some indirect stimulation to occur. Hard to believe, someone as tiny as Jewel being able to hold Chrissy into the air; and then, impossibly, Jewel began to parade her victim around the perimeter of the squared circle, showing off her dominance to the cheers and jeers of the sold out crowd, revelling in her dominance. And there was nothing that Chrissy could do about it, but cry out as she was finally dropped, let go of to fall through the air and slam painfully down to the canvas. Where she remained, arms and legs splayed, the back of her bikini bottom having already slid into her asscrack, exposing a generous portion of her milky white buttocks.

Casually, Jewel reached down, and guided Chrissy to her feet by a handful of hair. She then shoved the buxom brunette's head between her legs, and clamped it firmly in placd with her thighs. The Killer Imp remained there, impassive, as Jewel slowly and deliberatly undid the back of her string bikini top, pulling the garment from Chrissy's tanned figure, unbarring her huge breasts, which hung from her curvateous figure like teardrops, finally free from the confines of her red top. The crowd roared at the exposure, admiring Chrissy's considerable assets. Then, discarding the bikini top, Jewel reached down, and, gripping one of Chrissy's mammoth orbs in each hand, began to cup and caress at them, attempting to stimulate them with her well versed fingers.

A gasp escaped the Killer Imp's lips at Jewel's forbidden touch, and she struggled to pull her head free from Jewel's vise. But the diminutive goth had too good of a grip around her head; try as hard as she could, Chrissy could not be free'd, and soon, her struggles lessened as she realized this. Her mind worked frantically, in overdrive, attempting to figure out how to escape this hold, her concentration lapsing at odd intervals by the sweet throngs of pleasure emmenating from her love udders. For Jewel's hands were manipulative, practiced, well trained. Despite Chrissy's mental struggles, she could not deny the pleasure, could not ignore the ecstacy swelling up from her caressed breasts. They began to grow hard, the nipples starting to go erect, and uncontainable sighs escaped her lips at odd intervals. She had to think of something, but quick...

And then, it came to her. Instead of pulling her head backwards, she shoved it up, slamming the back of her head up into Jewel's vulnerable womanhood, headbutting her in her holiest of holies. Jewel cried out at the solid connection, surprised and stunned, and did nothing until Chrissy did it for a second time. Only then did Jewel release her grip around Chrissy's head, did the diminutive goth stumble a few feet away, hands wedged between her thighs, staring out at the audience through pain lidded eyes. An underhanded attack, yes....but a necessary one. Chrissy could have pressed the advantage...but she was too worn, her nubile figure screaming for recuperation. She slumped to the canvas, face first, her shapely legs huddled in to her body, brown hair hanging in her face.

But no. She was the killer imp. She was much better than all these pretenders, all these imposters. There was a reason why the belt had been strapped around her waist. Because she was better than them, tougher than them, craftier than them. Slowly, gathering momentous strength, the killer imp pulled herself to her feet, head bowed, and, once standing, the scantily clad beauty whipped back her hair, finally freeing her eyes from behind its brown veil.

And Jewel was right there.

Looking just as fresh and rested as ever, not a touch of sweat gracing her pale body. The diminutive goth appeared as if she had just spent the past 10 minutes strolling through a park instead of competing under these hot lights against the former FAWN champion. Chrissy was stunned...which explained her inactivy, which explained why she did not even attempt to protect herself from a kick between her legs, Jewel's boot covered foot connecting with the buxom brunette's bikini covered pussy. It was like getting hit with a sledgehammer. Chrissy cried out, in anguish, and doubled over. She did nothing, could do nothing as Jewel shoved her head between her legs, and, wrapping her arms around her curvateous belly, lifted the heavier woman up off the ground with ease. Spinning her in mid air, Chrissy could only cry out as she was brutally powerbombed to the canvas, slammed back first to the unforgiving mat, her exposed orbs quivering with impact, and she rolled to her side, clutching her back, one leg harmlessly kicking at the canvas.

She just lay there, stunned, her back and womanhood on fire. Chrissy did nothing to resist Jewel as the High Priestess gripped her hipster bikini bottoms and pulled them down her shapely legs, off her gorgeous body, fully exposing her flawless, pear shaped ass. She was now naked, the entirety of her curvateous, tanned figure open and exposed for all the fans to see and admire, and appeared completely unawares of this fact. The audience watched in rapt attention. They had never seen the former champion so ailing, so desolate. Chrissy was a highly skilled combatant, had held her own against everyone that FAWN had thrown at her. She was a competent grappler, a skilled technician. but here she was, stripped of all clothing, dominated by Jewel DeVine. How did the High Priestess possess such strength?

Using the heel of her foot, Jewel rolled the killer imp over onto her back, and Chrissy lifelessly complied, her shapely legs spreading to reveal that which so many males lusted after. Her exposed pelvic area, the neatly arranged swatch of pubic hair pointing to her lovebox like an arrow, her womanhood warm and inviting. Jewel looked to the audience.....and made an exagerated gesture, licking one of her fingers from the end of the digit to the tip of the nail. The fans cheered. They knew what this meant. With calm, relaxed speed, the High Priestess sat next to Chrissy's splayed figure, and set to work.

A long, unexpected moan escaped Chrissy's lips as Jewel began to caress her womanhood, started to slide her digits all around the perimeter of her pussy, exploring and teasing the sensitive flesh with her well trained digits. Jewel had done this many times before, and knew exactly how to push her opponents buttons. Slowly, casually, like a cat toying with a mouse. Her fingers did not penetrate, oh no. Not so early in the game. Instead, she teased the area, playing with the clitoris and the lips, inspiring shockwaves of pleasure to spread from the gaping hole to every other inch of Chrissys' well formed body.

Still in a semi concious state, Chrissy moaned again, and then shifted her position, spreading her legs even further apart, allowing Jewel even greater access to her pussy. The buxom brunette had no clue where she was, and what was happening...but she was a traitor to her own pleasures, a victim of her own desires. If she liked it...then she wanted more, no matter what the circumstances. So she moved her hips in beat with Jewel's motion, allowing greater access and friction, her huge, exposed breasts quivering with her bodies motions, the nipples already hardened and standing to attention.

There was one mistake to Jewels gameplan. The diminutive goth had always experienced opponents that disliked this sort of foreplay, that despised it occuring and were mortified with it happening right in the middle of the squared circle, infront of all the fans. But it was not so with Chrissy. If anything, the erotic action aided in reviving her, in bringing her back from her semi concious state. And, as each second passed, the pain and damage of Jewel's attacks began to lessen, as her curvateous body began to recuperate.

Another moan from the cherubic woman's ruby painted lips...her hips gyrated with Jewel's actions, and she was now fully aware, her eyes open and staring at her antagonist. She knew who Jewel was, knew what she was doing. But she cared not for that...she was enjoying this. Too much, in fact. Sensing that something was wrong, or different, Jewel suddenly stopped the erotic assault. The scantily clad goth got to her feet...and, grabbing a handful of hair, guided the naked beauty to her feet.

And then, a flurry of motion.

Chrissy lunged out with her fists, catching Jewel unawares, and the High Priestess could only cry out as she was struck in the belly, in the breasts, in the pussy and face. The diminutive goth attempted to cover up, but she could not protect all portions of her body at once. She moved backwards....then advanced towards Chrissy. And that was when a well placed punch managed to unseat the pendant, the ruby that lay around Jewel's neck. The fist struck the pendant, knocked it to the side, broke the clasp of the necklace and the red jewel flew from its perch.

Jewel stopped in her tracks, and immediately her hands went to her neck, to discover what had been removed. Her mouth dropped open, in surprise, and then her eyes scanned the canvas, looked around in a frantic fashion, attempting to determine the location of her lost pendant. And she spied it, lying a few paces away, in a crumpled metal heap.

Chrissy was a bit surprised; Jewel had been on the offensive, had been in firm control. But now Chrissy was ignored, as the diminutive goth turned to where her pendant lay, went to grab a hold of it. The buxom brunette didn't know why Jewel was so fixated on the jewlery, or why she felt she needed it. But she didn't care, either; the High Priestess had just encountered a lapse in judgement, and had left herself open. With a scowl, Chrissy drove a knee up, into Jewel's vulnerable midsection, hard enough to make the scantily clad goth cry out and double over, hands falling to her stomach. Wasting no time, Chrissy easily picked the High Priestess up, one hand on her throat, the over at the V of her legs, and bodyslammed her down to the canvas.

Jewel cried out at the solid connection, and arced her back, her huge breasts quivering with impact from within the confines of her tiny bikini top, and she rolled to her side. However, again, she was looking around, looking above her to where her pendant lay. And there the ruby was, just a few inches out of reach, and Jewel extended a glove covered hand, reaching for it, attempting to secure it within her digits.

Chrissy still did not know why Jewel wanted the device so badly; why nothing else mattered, other than recapturing the pendant. But that was irrelevant; all that mattered was that Jewel wanted the ruby back. And that to allow the diminutive goth to recapture it would be foolish. The High Priestess had been in firm control of this match, had dominated Chrissy since the beginning. It was simply unbelievable, how strong this goth girl was, how durable her fragile figure was. But now, she was distracted. If that was the only way that the Killer Imp could succeed in her mission here, then that was the way it would have to be.

The naked brunette dropped an elbow down onto Jewel's head, brutally driving her face down onto the canvas, enough to inspire another cry from her ruby painted lips. Then, gripping a handful of raven black hair, Chrissy tugged, guiding the small goth to her feet, and Jewel stood slowly, glove covered hands outstretched as if balancing on a beam, staring at the world through pain lidded eyes.

But then, suddenly, the High Priestess flew into motion, driving a fist into Chrissy's belly. The buxom brunette took in a breath of air, anticipating the worst, knowing what effects Jewel's fists had. But then, anticipation was replaced by surprise. Before, it had felt like being struck with a sackfull of bricks, the sheer force of impact enough to throw Chrissy clear across the ring. But now, it was weaker, diluted. Like getting hit by a normal punch. Not even a normal punch; like getting struck with a rolled up newspaper, if anything.

Puzzling, yes, and entirely unexpected. But welcome. Most definitely welcome. With a little laugh, Chrissy whipped Jewel into the ropes, and the diminutive goth barreled forward, out of control, her huge breasts heaving from within the confines of her tiny bikini top. Sticking out an arm, Chrissy closelines the High Priestess to the canvas, the force of impact strong enough to make Jewel spin in mid air, to slam face first to the mat with a little cry, where the pale beauty just lay, arms and legs splayed, her ripe, pear shaped ass nicely outlined by her black bikini bottom.

Another handful of raven hair, and again Jewel peacefully complied standing slowly, her glove covered hands outstretched to either side of her as if balancing on a beam, Jewel's pain lidded eyes staring into Chrissy's. The arrogance was gone; the confidence was gone. She stared at Chrissy with an almost pleading expression, a pitiful, pleading look that contained none of her previous conceit. What had changed? what had possibly....

And then Chrissy's eyes fell upon the pendant. Such a small article of jewlery, that had been firmly fastened about Jewel's neck, but that now lay discarded on the canvas but a few feet away. The High Priestess had wanted it back, had been frantic upon its loss, had attempted to regain it. She had been so very dominant before, but now, had all the strength and willpower of a hapless puppy dog. Could that....? Was it.....?

With an arrogant smirk, Chrissy wrapped her arms around Jewel's belly, and pulled her tight to her own naked frame, trapping her in a bearhug. The High Priestess moaned as extreme pressure was put on her midsection, and reached for Chrissy's arms, attempting to pull them apart, attempted to escape the hold. But she could not pull them free; she no longer possessed the strength.

The buxom brunette clinched in the hold, constricting Jewel's belly as much as she possibly could, earning another agonized moan from the diminutive goth's lips. Chrissy was now in firm control of her larger opponent, and Jewel stared at her with pain lidded eyes, her pale, flawless body tight enough to Chrissy's for the imp to feel her body heat, to practically sense the fear wafting off of her small frame in waves. Their breasts tightly pressed together, Chrissy's huge, exposed orbs practically enveloping Jewel's bikini covered tits, and Chrissy begain to add insult to injury by slamming her breasts into Jewel's, attacking her vulnerable orbs with her own, slapping into the sensitive nipples and extensions with cafighting prowess.

Though Chrissy's huge breasts were exposed, and Jewel's were covered, it was the High Priestess that definitely carried the brunt of the erotic attack. The diminutive goth cried out at each solid slap, moaned and gasped as her sensitive melons were ravaged, her nipples tenderized by the catfighting technique. Jewel had never fought a catfight before; had no tolerance for such attack. Chrissy, on the other hand, had years of experience under her belt, and it showed in her technique. She bucked her chest up and down, slapping at against Jewel's bikini covered breasts with expert technique, the slapping connections loud enough for those at ringside to hear, even over Jewel's pained cries and gasps. The High Priestess hung from Chrissy's grasp, the killer imp still holding her diminutive frame tight to her own, head twisted back to stare at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides. Agony, utter agony, was written all over Jewel's pale features as her orbs were molested, ravaged and attacked with brutal force.

When Chrissy finally let go, Jewel slumped on her front to the canvas ungracefully, head bowed, her hands clutching her aching orbs. The scantily clad goth did nothing as Chrissy gripped the back of her bikini top and tore it apart, removing the tiny garment from her pale figure, fully exposing the entirety of her curvateous, pale back. All she now wore was her elbow length black boots, knee high black boots and tiny bikini bottom; the rest of her diminutive frame was now exposed.

Throwing away the bikini top, Chrissy grabbed a handful of hair and tugged, guiding Jewel to her feet. The goth stood slowly, staring at Chrissy with pleading eyes, her hand still covering her huge breasts, much to the audience's dissapointment.

"Please, Chrissy....no more...."

How pathetic; the powerful, the omnipoent Jewel DeVine, reduced to pleading, to begging. She was not going to get it. Chrissy whipped Jewel into the ropes, and, bouncing off of them, the diminutive goth came barelling back at her, out of control, her hands falling to her sides to finally expose her breasts, which jumped about crazily as she dashed back at the buxom brunette. Turning around, Chrissy lifted an elbow, which Jewel slammed into with an awkward cry, with enough force to knock her back down to the canvas.

The High Priestess just lay there, decidedly disoriented, arms and legs splayed, staring at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes. This was the first time the audience had ever set eyes upon Jewel's exposed breasts, the first time they had ever born witness to her inspiring orbs, and they were not dissapointed. They were huge and flawless, as milky white as the rest of her diminutive frame, her nipples large and ruby red, standing to attention, still quivering with her fall to the canvas. Even better, the action had forced the front of her tiny bikini bottom to slide slightly to one side, to expose a glimpse of the curly black hairs that lay beneath. Just a few moments earlier, she had been in firm control, as she had always been in every single one of her matches. Now, here she was, dazed and disoriented, exposed, practically naked infront of the throngs of awe struck, cheering fans.

Grabbing a handful of raven hair, Chrissy again tugged, guiding Jewel to her feet. Jewel stood slowly, and only let out a little gasp as Chrissy grabbed a hold of one of her nipples, playfully jiggling it, inspiring the whole breast into motion. Mocking her inactivity, and her inability to counter. Chrissy did it again, to her other breast, earning another gasp as the huge orb bounced around. Jewel was still held in place by a handful of hair, bent slightly at the waist, but the High Priestess still made eye contact with her opponent, staring at her with pleading eyes.

"Please, Chrissy....I....."

"I always knew you were a fraud, you little putz." Chrissy spat out, enjoying herself. Without her pendant, Jewel had all the ability and willpower of a two year old newborn. Another opponent would have tried to escape, tried to counter, anything. But instead, Jewel willingly hung from her grasp, bent at the waist, allowing Chrissy to play with her newly exposed orbs like the goth was a christmas present rather than a once dominant wrecking ball.

And then, the buxom brunette whipper her taller opponent at a corner, and Jewel barrelled forward, out of control, her raven hair whipping out behind her. Spinning in mid stride, the High Priestess slammed into the corner back first, and just remained there, arms splayed to either side of the corner, head bowed, her huge breasts still quivering with the connection. Casually, arrogantly, the dominant fighter walked over, and slowly, almost playfully, slid a hand up Jewel's bikini covered crotch, feeling the tender flesh that lay beneath the garment, her touch enough to inspire a gasp from the ailing goth's lips. "And I can't wait to play with my just rewards."

Jewels head lifted then, as if realizing what Chrissy meant to do, but she lacked the strength, and willpower, to lift it up very far. Far enough, however, for Chrissy to slam her fist into her pale features, enough to make Jewel cry out, again, and stumble a few steps out of the corner, holding her face. The buxom brunette paitently waited, until Jewel spun back around...and a kick to the belly doubled the ailing Priestess over, her huge breasts hanging from her lithe body like teardrops. Shoving her head between her legs, Chrissy gripped the back of Jewel's tiny bikini bottom and pulled it up, burying the thin garment between her asscheeks, fully exposing her flawless, pale buttocks to the cheers of the crowd. Jewel could only moan as Chrissy lifted her helpless lower body up, off the ground by her bikini bottom, the wedgie painfully digging into her sensitive area...and then, the buxom brunette dropped to her knees, brutally driving Jewel's head down, onto the canvas in a modified wedgie piledriver.

Crying out at the solid connection, Jewel fell onto her back and just lay there, on her back, arms and legs splayed, eyes half lidded, in a stunned and disoriented state. She looked decidedly vulnerable, helpless, an abnormal state for one that had dominated so many in the league. Her pale figure glistened with sweat, her exposed, huge breasts quivering with each slow intake of air. She only wore her black knee high boots, elbow length black gloves and tiny bikini bottom, the rest of her diminutive frame open and exposed, much more than the fans had ever seen before, and they cheered and hollered at her uncovered frame. Her bikini top lay just a few feet away, the glistening ruby that typically hung around her neck discarded near her reach, so close yet so tantilizingly far away.

Chrissy Daniel surveyed her prey like a cat studying a canary, hands on her hips, a smirk gracing her impish features. She was naked, as well, her mammoth breasts glistening under the arena lights, her pelvic area all too apparent to the eager ringside spectators. But she cared nothing for her own nudity; all she cared for was her opponents destruction. And things were going exactly as she had hoped. True, Jewel had held the upper hand, but Chrissy had uncovered her weakness, had discovered exactly what had given the High Priestess her strength. And now, the small goth was ailing, aching, helpless and confused, ripe for whatever Chrissy wanted to do to her.

The gorgeous brunette did nothing as Chrissy knelt between her legs, and gripped her tiny bikini bottom; in fact, she even aided her opponent, by spreading her boot covered legs, allowing the imp easier access to the skimpy garment. The fans cheered as the bottom was slid down, off of her legs, their first glimpse of the High Priestess's womanhood, and they were not dissapointed. She had an abundance of curly, raven black pubic hair, her bush thick yet trimmed, pointing down to her pussy like an arrow. Barely visible, her womanhood was thin and long, barely gaping at all despite the effects of the battle.

Discarding the bottoms, Chrissy again regarded her prey, who did not move. Jewel now only wore her elbow length gloves and knee high boots, the rest of her pale, flawless figure all too apparent to prying eyes. She was too stunned, too ailing to even recognize her own nudity. Chrissy grabbed one of her boot covered legs in each hand, and pulled them back, to above her upper body...and then, pushed back even further, each limber gam pulled to their limits and beyond, a testiment to the flexibility of the High Priestess as she did not even make a sound, not even when her knees were resting on the ground, to either side of her curvateous upper body, legs splayed to completely expose her recently uncovered pelvic area.

Chrissy was shorter than the diminutive goth, but she was heavier, and, when she seated herself on Jewel's legs, pinning the bent legs beneath her naked figure, that was when the first moan of pain escaped the High Priestess's lips. However, while once the goth could have powered the larger woman off of her, with ease, she now lacked the strength, lacked the unnatural forces that had once provided her those abilities. She could now just lie there, looking at Chrissy's curvateous back, legs pulled and bent upwards so her feet hovered around her head, unable to do a thing while trapped in the unique hold.

An impish smile graced the buxom Chrissy's features; both of her hands were free, while her opponent remained trapped beneath her. And but a few short inches before her voluptous figure lay her target, the High Priestess's vulnerability. Her exposed pelvic area. The fact that Jewel's boot covered legs were pulled up around her head meant that her pussy was that much more apparent, facing the ceiling, and her splayed legs gave even easier access to the vulnerable hole.

Reaching forward, Chrissy tantilizingly slid a hand across Jewel's pussy. Just once, but slowly, a lovers caress, testing the vulnerable skin, feeling the folds of the orfice between her experienced fingers. The raven haired goth moaned at the touch, but could do nothing. She lifted her head, up off the ground, to stare at the imp's back, but she made no other motions. The small woman could do nothing.

Using her digits with expert finesse, Chrissy quickly located Jewel's clitoris, and then, placing a digit to either side of Jewel's repressed clit, the buxom brunette began to slide her fingers back and forth, against the extremely sensitive slit, stimulating the repressed clitoris with patience, relaxed speed. She was moving slowly, casually, almost in slow motion. But the effects of her erotic attack had an all too apparent effect on the High Priestess.

Jewel's small figure was unused to such stimulation; she thought such earthy concerns beneath her, such mortal actions unneccessary and pointless. So she could not contend with it. Chrissy focused on her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her womanhood, of any woman's body, and stroked at it with an experience that all men lacked. Slowly, of course, but every inch of her fingers was used to great effect, not a millimeter of clitoris unaffected.

Jewel's breathing came out in quick, rapid bursts, intermixed with ecstatic moans and gasps as the pleasure swept through her diminutive frame, as the ecstacy sends ripple upon ripple of unexpected lust up and down her pale body. She lifted her head, to stare at Chrissy's back, stare at it through lust lidded eyes, and then back to the canvas it fell.

Jewel was unable to keep still; her body was inspired by the lust, by the pleasure spreading up from her lovebox. Her feet hovered about her head, boot covered legs bent back under Chrissy's weight, and she moaned and gasped, her breathy groans filling the stadium. She would lift her head up, to stare at Chrissy's back for a scant second, then back to the canvas it would go. She would reach forward with an arm, as if trying to get her attacker off of her, but she did not possess the strength, or the conviction to get the imp off of her trapped frame. She would arc her back, her huge breasts quivering with the ripples and with her quickened motion, her glove covered arms moving about. And still her gasps and moans filled the stadium, her upper body moving about in vain, unable to contend with the pleasure ripping through her figure. Unable to believe, how a simple, relaxed, calm, repetitive motion from Chrissy could inspire such desires and pleasure in her opponent; but the proof was there. The clitoris was repressed, unable to be protected, the most sensitive part of any woman's body. And Jewel could not prevent Chrissy from stroking it, from affecting her in such a fashion. And so her breathy gasps and groans filled the room, her upper body moving about, staring at the world through lust lidded eyes, ripples of pleasure sweeping through her diminutive frame, her pussy becoming slick enough to stain Chrissy's hands with its contents.

"Ohhhhh....please.....ug.......Chrissy, no......ahhh...."

And then, the buxom brunette shifted tactics. She removed her fingers from Jewel's clitoris, and slid her digits into the diminutive goth's moistened love box, slowly, a breathy sigh escaping the High Priestess's lips at the contact. Then, she began to fingerfuck her helpless opponent, sliding her fingers in and out of Jewel's pussy, caressing her sensitive womanhood with her expert touch, exploring the inner cavity and walls of Jewel's already slick opening. Before, she had moved slowly; now, the naked imp manuevered with purpose, moving in and out of Jewel's defenseless pussy with speed, her wetness making the motion that much easier to attempt.

Jewel was trapped, helpless, unable to escape or counter Chrissy's erotic attack. And to say that Chrissy was enjoying this was an understatement. The killer imp was firmly in control of the High Priestess, had her smaller opponent pinned beneath her, with no possibility of escape. Jewel had been so dominant, had destroyed all of her opponents thus far in the federation, and had never encountered such competition before. In truth, Chrissy had actually questioned her ability to defeat her, given what the raven haired goth had done in previous bouts. Hell, Jewel had dominated her for the earlier portions of this match. But her flaw had been exposed, the secret to her success determined and removed. Without her pendant, Jewel was but a little girl, lacking the fighting techniques and strength necessary to succeed in the business. It was like fighting an unskilled child, candy from a baby. The high and mighty Priestess, trapped beneath her. Lying on her back, only wearing her knee high boots and elbow length gloves, the rest of her pale, flawless figure exposed and on display. Jewel's limber legs pulled back and pinned beneath Chrissy's bodyweight, knees touching the ground to either side of her diminutive frame, her feet hovering around her head. Even better, her womanhood splayed and held directly infront of the buxom brunette, pulled back for better penetration.

A truly orgasmic experience; Chrissy could feel herself growing moist, getting excited over her control of the defenseless goth. It was hard not to get excited, given how powerless Chrissy had made her. She slid her digits in and out of Jewel's defenseless womanhood, and could tell exactly how euphoric the High Priestess's experience was becoming. Chrissy could feel her limber body tremble beneath hers at each thrust, could sense her hips quivering, could hear every breathy gasp and groan escape Jewel's ruby painted lips. And there was how slick she was; Chrissy's hand was coated in Jewel's inspired juices, the goth's pussy practically dripping with its uncontainable excrement.

For Jewel, it was like a bad nightmare. For so long, she had dominated her opponents, had managed to destroy them. They had not been able to contend with her, had not been able to counter her unbelievable strength and power. But Chrissy had determined her weakness, had removed her pendant. And since then, she had been dominated. Despite her efforts to regain the ruby, she had been unable to, and had been methodically assaulted. Now, the High Priestess lay trapped beneath the buxom brunette, unable to gather the strength to buck her larger opponent off of her diminutive frame. She felt no pain in her legs; she had been a gymnast before joining Miss D'aventude's evil army. Her legs splayed and pulled back so her feet hovered about her head, however, prevented her the abilities to even flip to her side, to gather momentum to escape the cruel hold.

And then there was the ecstacy! Jewel could not explain it, could not control it. Chrissy was sliding her digits in and out of her pussy, was finger fucking her sensitive womanhood, and there was nothing she could do about it. Never before had the High Priestess experienced such emotion; she considered herself above such earthly concerns, had never allowed herself such creature comforts. Emotion was for the weak. But to ignore the pleasure sweeping through her pale body was like fighting an ocean. Never had she expected such pleasure could come from an orfice so small. It was hard to concentrate; next to impossible to determine the best course of action. All she could do was embrace her own building lust, to revel in such earthly pleasure. Jewel could have attempted to fight it; but, given her lack of experience, it would have been fruitless. Plus, it felt so good, so right, so euphoric, that ignoring it would have been impossible. Dimly, she was aware of where she was, of what she was doing, of who was watching and how displeased her employer would be. But that was secondary. All of it was secondary.

The crowd watched in awed fascination as Chrissy systematically took apart the High Priestess, destroyed the precious psyche of one that had been so strong, so omnipotent in weeks past. But now Jewel lay beneath the buxom brunette, devoid of all clothing save for her black leather knee high boots and elbow length gloves, the rest of her pale, flawless figure exposed. Jewel's legs were pulled up, pushed down so that her knees touched the ground to either side of her helpless figure, pinned down by Chrissy seated on them. Trapped and helpless, unable to stop Chrissy from finger fucking her, sliding her digits in and out of her vulnerable pussy, each slide making a wet connection. Her huge, exposed breasts quivered with each strike, her back arced, head thrown back, staring at the ceiling through lust lidded eyes, each move of Chrissy's hand inspiring a new moan or gasp to escape her ruby painted lips. And, to those at ringside, they could see the gorgeous goth's body tremble at each fuck, could see her hips helplessly spasming and her arms moving about in erratic fashion as the eventual release drew near. For her cries and gasps filled the stadium, echoed off of the back walls and assaulted their ears from every direction.

Every few seconds, Jewel would lift her head, to stare at her destroyers back through lust lidded eyes, as if wanting to attempt an escape but lacking the conviction to do so. And then, her upper body would slump back to the canvas, and she would just lie there, moaning and groaning, exposed breasts heaving with her body's ecstatic trembles.

"uhhhh....ohhhhh....oh.....OH......uh....!"

And then, just when it appears that it is going to be over, that Chrissy was going to inspire from Jewel that which nobody else had ever taken, the buxom brunette stops, and gets off of the ailing goth. Jewel's boot covered legs slump back down to the canvas, and the scantily clad priestess rolls to her side, hands firmly wedged between her legs, desperately trying to keep Jack in the Box. She just lies there, head bowed, sweaty raven hair hanging in her face, her diminutive frame still trembling with the erotic attack.

Chrissy wastes no time in grabbing a handful of sweaty hair and tugging, guiding Jewel to her feet. The diminutive goth stands slowly, still staring at the world through lust lidded eyes, hands wedged between her legs, too enthralled in her own passion to even attempt to mount an offense. Chrissy smirks at her taller opponent. Once so powerful, so strong, Jewel was now but a puppet, too weak to do a thing against her.

"Not so arrogant now, eh, you Priestess Putz."

Chrissy whipped Jewel at a corner, and the diminutive goth barrelled forward, out of control, her huge, hardened breasts heaving on her chest, raven hair whipping out behind her. She spun in mid stride and struck the corner with an awkward cry, back first. The High Priestess remained in the corner, head bowed, arms hanging to either side of the turnbuckle. Practically naked, save for her boots and gloves, she looked decidedily vulnerable, open and undefendable, spent. Casually sauntering over, Chrissy grabs a handful of sweaty hair and tugs, guiding the ailing goth up the turnbuckle, so that she seated on the top turnbuckle. The buxom brunette stands on the bottom rope, and raises her right hand in the air above her head, inciting the crowd to fever pitch. They were utterly impressed with her dominance over the High Priestess, the likes of which they had never seen before. Jewel looked utterly spent and ailing, her head slumping forward onto Chrissy's shoulder.

Lowering her hand, the buxom brunette slid her digits between Jewel's legs, and once again began to manipulate her already weakened nether region, rubbing her hands all over Jewel's wet pussy. The High Priestess had not yet recovered from the previous erotic attack, still feeling the effects of the lustful assault throughout her diminutive frame, and she let out a long, sustained moan at Chrissy's unwanted caress. With practiced ease, the buxom brunette manipulated the folds and lips of Jewel's womanhood, and Jewel remained there, head slumped over Chrissy's shoulder, her glove covered hands limply hanging at her sides. She moans and groans, her breathy gasps filling the arena as she gets lost in Chrissy's caress, her exposed breasts bouncing with the trembles coarsing through her pale figure, shuddering, nipples rock hard with the erotic touch. Jewel cannot control her emotion, cannot fight it. She begins to get lost in her own ecstacy, her hips beginning to move in motion with Chrissy's hand, working with Chrissy's fingers to allow maximum penetration.

And then, suddenly, Chrissy pulls her wettened hand out from Jewel's exposed pussy, hooks the High Priestess's hand under an arm, and falls backwards, off the ropes, brutally driving Jewel's head down onto the canvas with maximum impact. It was her finishing move, the Daniel Death, and it does it's job to the diminutive goth. Jewel cries out at the solid connection, and then just lies there, on her front, arms and legs splayed, her huge breasts leaking out the sides of her flawless body, her hips still spasming from the erotic assault. Her flawless, pear shaped ass just quivers with her body's shudders. She looks spent, defeated, utterly helpless, only wearing her elbow length black gloves and knee high black boots, the rest of her sweaty, pale body delightfully exposed.

Placing a foot beneath the High Priestess's exposed figure, Chrissy rolls her limp figure over, onto her back, Jewel making no effort to resist. The gorgeous goth just lies there, arms and legs splayed, eyes closed, the once arrogant woman reduced to disorientation and weakness. The buxom brunette kneels at Jewel's head, legs straddling her pale face, and she pulls her shoulders back, thrusting forward her exposed breasts, the huge melons quivering with the motion and glistening under the arena lights. Then, slowly, teasingly, she slides one hand down Jewel's exposed, flawless body, until her hand is at her already ravaged womanhood. The ailing goth can only moan as Chrissy, once again, begins to caress her pussy, sliding her digits in and out of the vulnerable orfice. With her other hand, Chrissy grabs one of Jewel's huge, exposed breasts, and begins to fondle it, kneading and cupping the sensitive orb.

Jewel had still not recovered from Chrissy's previous erotic assault, her diminutive frame still impaired by the unwanted pleasuring. It was but a matter of seconds before the scantily clad goth was moaning and groaning, whimpered gasps escaping her ruby painted lips as her uncontrollable body was pleasured. She was too weak, too disoriented, to struggle; she could just lie there, staring at the ceiling through lust lidded eyes, one of her boot covered legs limply kicking out as the pleasure built throughout her pale figure, as it sent ripple upon ripple of unbridled ecstacy through her diminutive frame. She whimpered and moaned, her huge breasts growing rock hard under Chrissy's caress, nipples standing to attention, her pussy slick enough with her own juices for each slap of Chrissy's hand to produce a wet connection.

Her hips began to spasm, began to work in tune with Chrissy's thrusts...the fans watched in rapt attention as the once arrogant High Priestess, as the high and mighty woman was humbled, was ravaged, was pleasured infront of so many. Her moans and gasps filling the stadium, legs twitching, hips humping, breasts quivering, she is so close to release. And then, just as Jewel is about to release, Chrissy stops her erotic assaults and bends down, clamping her cleavage down onto her opponent's face, smothering Jewel with her mammoth assets. The High Priestess was moaning and groaning, gathering air in at rapid speed; and now, the very sustenance of life was denied her. Unable to breath beneath Chrissy's breasts, Jewel knew she had to escape, had to get out of the hold. But she could not; she did not possess the energy, nor the concentration required to break the smother. Her boot covered legs and glove covered arms limply move about, but even they begin to slow, begin to stop, until she is but lying there, arms and legs splayed, her exposed, pale body open and uncovered for all the fans to see and admire, her face covered by Chrissy's generous assets.

The referee comes over, to check on Jewel's condition. The fans watch in rapt attention as one glove covered hand is lifted, and slumps back down to the canvas. Lifted for a second time, and it collapses lifelessly back to the canvas. And the third.....the third has the same effect. He calls for the bell.

And the legend had been disthrowned.

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Tammy: "Unbelievable. Absolutely Unbelievable. Though it had to happen at some point."

Buck: "I never expected for this to happen! Ever! Given Jewel DeVine's track record, and how badly she had dominated all of her opponents, you could never expect this to happen."

Tammy: "Yes...not only defeated, but utterly humbled and humiliated at the hands of the Killer Imp. The tides turned on her....she finally got a taste of her own medicine."

Buck: "As much as I love to watch the girl destroy....I must admit I like watching her get destroyed just as much."

Tammy: "We all figured you would. And finally, we discover the source of Jewel's unbelievable strength and endurance."

Buck: "Huh? What are you talking about, Tammy?"

Tammy: "Oh, please. Don't tell me that you've been wondering since day one exactly how someone as small and frail as Jewel DeVine could possibly be so strong and durable. And now, finally, the secret to her success has been exposed. The second that that pendant was removed from around her neck, the split second that Chrissy tore that ruby away from her, Jewel was lost, disoriented, and unfocused."

Buck: "It could just be that Jewel is not used to being stimulated, my poor delusional co-host."

Tammy: "Whatever. With the pendant, Jewel was destroying Chrissy. Without it, she was about as useful as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest."

[Chrissy gets to her feet, and, smiling an impish grin, she raises her hands to the audience, who are cheering wildly. She may have been underhanded, she may have been vicious, but she had dethrowned the current legend, had destroyed and pleasured the reigning FAWN Princess of Power. Chrissy was naked, but she cared nothing for her nudity; in fact, she thrust back her shoulderblades and hopped in place, inspiring her huge breasts to bounce. Then, she stared down at her opponent. Jewel had been the High Priestess, an arrogant, powerful woman who had destroyed everyone in the ring. But now, she was just a little girl, helpless and vulnerable. The gorgeous goth just lay there, unconcious, eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber, arms and legs splayed. She wore only her black knee high boots and elbow length gloves, the rest of her pale, flawless figure exposed, her huge, plump breasts quivering with each slow intake of air, her pussy wide, inviting and slick, her own inspired juices having matted her mass of curly pubic hair to her body. And lying beside her, just a few inches away, was the source of her power; the pendant, discarded, a crumpled heap beside her head.]

[Walking over, Chrissy grabbed the discarded remains of Jewel's clothing; the skimpy bikini top, tiny bikini bottom and her long, body covering robe. The killer imp was careful not to touch the pendant. She left it lying there beside her prey's unconcious figure. Then, with an impish grin, Chrissy exited the squared circle, leaving Jewel there, unclothed. Once she awoke, she would have to take the walk of shame back to the dressing room area with nothing to cover her, unable to hid her nakedness from the hordes of admiring eyes. A fitting end to an undeserving fraud.]

Buck: "And we must discuss Chrissy Daniel. The woman to finally take down the High Priestess."

Tammy: "Yes, most certainly a deserving heir to Jewel's throne. Chrissy has always impressed, all the way though her FAWN career. A single loss, to Shea London, in a very close match, countered with an immeasurable amount of one sided victories."

Buck: "And this one, perhaps, the most impressive of them all."

Tammy: "Definitely, with this win, Chrissy has driven herself into the upper echolon of the FAWN elite. She has proven that she has what it takes to do what she has to do here. All that remains to be seen is....who can stop her?"

Buck: "Well, I don't think that, once Jewel awakens, she will be too happy with what has transpired here! She will be coming back, with a vengence."

Tammy: "Either that, or, with her secret exposed, she may just run away from the federation with her tail between her legs. After all, if everyone knows how to beat her now, how could she possibly succeed in the federation? Oh sure, her opponents may have some trouble initially getting a hold of the pendant, but, once removed, Jewel has all the skill of a deafmute."

Buck: "Well, Chrissy's decisive mix of arrogance, vindictiveness and skill certainly is an impressive little package, and this win here took the cake. The Killer Imp has struck, and there's none that can stand in her way."

Tammy: "Folks, we'll be right back!"

[Winner: Chrissy Daniel]