Tammy: "Welcome back to our co-main event tonight. As if Chrissy Daniel taking down the undefeatable Goth Jewel Devine wasn't enough for you, now we have the FAWN Tag Team Championship match between the Mitchell Sisters and the Dennehy Sisters. Both teams have won their two elimination rounds over tough opposition to get to this point, and one of them will walk away as the inaugural FAWN Tag Team champions!"

Buck: "We couldn't have two more diverse teams in the final, either. Two sister acts. No names like London, Whores on Patrol, Daniel, Andrews in this match up. It's the goody Mitchell sisters against the anything to win Dennehys. If I was a betting man, I'd put my money on the Dennehys. They know what it takes to win."

Tammy: "So do the Mitchells. They won their two matches to get here, as well. Beating the Whores and the Daniel sisters..."

Buck: "Uh, that would be ONE Daniel sister, remember..."

Tammy: "... was no easy task. Both women have performed well, and Cynthia especially shown that she will do what she has to in order to win. The Dennehys may have a tougher road to travel than they think."

Buck: "It will come down to who wants it more, and who will do what it takes to get there. I think the Dennehys win on both counts. Look for the Mitchells to go down in flames big time in this one."

Tammy: "We'll know soon enough."

The arena lights dim as t.A.T.u's rendition of "How Soon is Now?" begins to blast over the PA system. Within seconds, Cynthia Mitchell emerges at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched to the cheers of the fans. The gorgeous youngster is wearing a royal purple lycra bikini top and short, tight shorts that show off the entirety of her shapely legs. Complementing the outfit are matching knee and elbow pads and white boots.

Next to her, sister Sophie. She is dressed for action in her forest green one piece; scooped back, cut high on the hips, her taut midriff revealed by a cutout in the lycra.

Sophie and Cynthia make their way down to the ring, slapping hands with as many of the fans as they can, a bounce in Sophie's step. Cynthia picks up the few that her sister misses, her _expression almost as bubbly as it was in her earliest days in FAWN. Winning is clearly agreeing with her. Reaching the ring, Cynthia starts to move toward a turnbuckle, but hesitates. Then, with a growingly relaxed smile, she scales the buckles, before launching herself in a backflip into the ring, sticking the landing perfectly. As Sophie raises her arms toward the sky for the fans' cheers again, Cynthia follows her lead, before the two await the arrival of their opponents.

Buck: "Did you see that?"

Tammy: "See what?"

Buck: "That little hesitation from Cynthia before the flip? She's nervous, I tell ya. That doesn't look good for the namby pamby sisters. If she freezes during the match..."

Tammy: "Oh, let's read into this a lot, Buck. You're blowing a momentary hesitation into a mountain. She may have felt a little off balance or something. She looks fine to me."

Buck: "The first crack in the Mitchell armor..."

Determined not to feel the pressure of the upcoming tag team championship match, the two Dennehy sisters lounge easily, watching the monitors as the matches ahead of them are concluded and their match rapidly approaches.

Shannen breaks the silence, �Sophie �who the hell names their kid Sophie? Sounds like a soap product.�

�Yeah�just watch where you rub this soap product�� Cathy interrupts, sending both girls into a fit of nervous laughter. Standing, she walks to the mirror, lifts her scuffed white boots to the wooden bench, and bends at the waist to retie them for what seems the thousandth time. Satisfied, she runs her hand up her smooth, creamy white thigh to firm butt.

A baby blue thong barely covers the subject in front and does nothing to conceal her backside. Straightening up, she again faces the mirror, adjusting her single ponytail, tightening it a little, and brushing back a few stands of jet black hair. Her baby blue sports bra barely covers her medium sized breasts, but the peaks of her small nipples, pressing against the semi see through material, are clearly visible.

She looks back over her shoulder, at Shannen standing behind her, tanned, a full head taller and 20 pound heavier. Her sister�s golden brown and blonde hair is tied back in an identical ponytail, and she wears a nearly identical outfit, except in black. Looking up and down her own frame, Shannen is pleased with her dirty blonde hair and wide appealing face. Her full bosom, again barely constrained despite Janzen SportsBra�s best efforts. As her eyes trail down her tanned body, she hesitates at the tiny patch of cloth covering her womanhood.

�Where are they?� asks Cathy.

�Right here,� her sister answers, turning to a gym bag, she pulls out a pile of black cloth.

Earlier than expected, but not unwelcome, the knock comes to the door. �ONE MINUTE LADIES!� Shannen turns and heads for the door, her butterflies forgotten, handing a pile of cloth to her sister.

�Now remember... be nice when you give them out. Smile. Flash'em a little skin if you have to�� Shannen admonishes her sister.

�We�ve never needed these Neanderthals before�� Cathy starts.

��And we�ve never been in a Tag Team Championship match before,� Shannen finishes.

Cathy turns for the door too, heading out to the ring behind her younger sister.

The walk to the arena is short, the halls empty. As they break the curtain, the spotlight falls on the Dirty Dennehy Sisters as they purposefully stride to the ring to face the night opponents. Along the way, both girls pass out what turn out to be T-shirts to the crowd, handing them to anyone and every one. Circling the ring once, the pile of shirts in each girl�s arms quickly dwindles, much to the disappointment of the ravenous ringsiders.

Quickly climbing the apron, both girls step between the ropes� all business�ignoring the numerous catcalls and whistles, but Shannen can�t resist, and looks over her shoulder at the fans, all unfurling their new shirts. The black outerwear is emblazoned, with the phrase, �Got Milk?� on the front, the letters appearing to be made of spilled milk. On the back, the double D brand appears, along with the words, �The Dirty Dennehys�. Satisfied that her ploy may pay dividends, Shannen nonetheless turns back to sister raising one hand for a fist knock with her sister.

�Let�s hurt someone�� Cathy says, her voice now devoid of any emotion. �Let�s bring the belts back to the ranch.�

Buck: "Now THESE two look like they're ready for a fight. Look at that confidence! They're going to land a major can of whoopass all over the goodies. This one's in the bag."

Tammy: "Au contraire, me Buck-o. I think that Shannen is the weak link here. She's still got a lot to prove, and a championship match is a tough place to do it in. Cathy's been carrying the bulk of the team through the tournament and Shannen is going to have to kick it up a notch if they're going to win. There are lots of variables here, Buck."

Buck: "Variables, schmariables. The Dennehys are going to kick... their... ass."

[Ding Ding Ding]

[Shannen and Cynthia are the first two in the ring. As they approach each other, Shannen smirks condescendingly, though her body language seems a bit less sure than she wants to portray. Cynthia notices this and a ghost of a smirk flashes across her face as well, unseen by the crowd. The two women go for a collar tie up, Shannen intending to use her size advantage to take control, but Cynthia feints right, gets Shannen to commit, then slips left, ensnaring Shannen's right shoulder in an arm/shoulder bar, bending Shannen forward at the waist. Grimacing from the instant pain, the bigger Dennehy sister tries to reach her right shoulder with her left hand, slapping at Cyn's hold, but to no avail, as Cynthia applies pressure to the top of her shoulder as well as the upper arm.]

Tammy: "Cynthia jumps out to an early advantage."

Buck: "Short lived, baby."

[Holding Shannen in the arm bar, Cynthia starts to pull her opponent back toward the Mitchell corner. Shannen senses danger, but can't straighten up enough to stop the movement. Cynthia kicks her leg out toward the corner, Sophie reaching out and slapping her sister's boot as it swishes past. Coming into the ring quickly, she raises her elbow, bringing it down on the back of Shannen's head. Dennehy drops to her knee as Cynthia releases the hold, slipping through the ropes.

Sophie pulls Shannen to her feet by the hair on either side of her head, slamming her knee up into her midsection, drawing a groan from the blonde. Straightening her up, she again lifts her knee into her stomach, doubling her over a second time. Pushing her back into the turnbuckle ass first, Sophie tags her sister's hand again. Holding her in the corner, Sophie steadies her foe as Cynthia climbs the turnbuckle. Seating herself on Shannen's shoulders like she was going to play a game of chicken, Cynthia leans forward, toppling both women toward the mat. Cynthia tucks as she rolls, bringing her mount over behind her. Shannen sails through the air, trussed by Cynthia's legs, landing flat on her back, pinned to the mat by the younger Mitchell.]

Tammy: "A quick pin attempt. The referee slides into place. 1... No! Cathy Dennehy breaks up the hold, knocking Cynthia off her perch, allowing Shannen to raise a shoulder."

[The referee forces Cathy back out of the ring, her job done, the save made. As Cathy goes back toward her corner, Cynthia shakes her head, clearing her momentary disorientation. Stumbling to the corner, she tags out to Sophie again, who quickly enters the ring, hauling the stunned Dennehy sister to her feet by her arm. Whipping her into the ropes, she catches the rebounding blonde in a crushing bearhug, planting her shoulder into the onrushing blonde's breasts, stopping her momentum instantly. Shannen is glassy-eyed as she is lifted off her feet by the elder Mitchell sister. Sophie picks her up and bounces her captive in her arms. Dennehy is jostled, blonde hair flying. After a few moments of this abuse, Sophie carries her toward the Mitchell corner, picking up speed, driving the docile blonde back-first into the turnbuckle, milliseconds before her own body mashes her into the padding.

"Unnnggghhhhhhh..." Shannen groans as she is sandwiched between the corner and her attacker. Sophie backs off, and Shannen takes a halting step forward out of the corner as though on auto-pilot. She falls forward, face first onto the mat. Sophie slaps her sister's hand, then grabs Shannen's arm, pulling back on it, opening the blonde's body up to her younger sister. Cynthia slips between the ropes and plants her boot into Shannen's rack, the blonde convulsing, hair flying forward.]

Tammy: �So far the Mitchell sisters are working very well as a team, keeping Shannen in the ring so far with quick trades and a couple of double teams.�

Buck: �Cheaters.�

Tammy: �I'm sure that if the Dennehys were doing the same, you wouldn't be saying that.�

[Cynthia picks Shannen up off the mat by her arm and whips her into the ropes, flipping the blonde up an over her back as she bounces back. Wasting no time, she pulls her to her feet again, again whipping her into the ropes, this time planting a drop kick into her chest, dropping her like a rock. A third time she pulls her to her feet, sending her to the ropes, but as she leans forward to back toss her a second time, Shannen grabs the ropes to stop herself, instead planting a kick flush to her face. Cyn staggers back, holding her face in pain, staggering right back into the Dennehy corner. Dirty Cathy wastes no time grabbing the bra strap of her bikini top and pulling her back into the corner, the young Mitchell's back slamming into the turnbuckle, her head snapping back onto the padding.. Wrapping her arm around Cynthia's neck, she reaches over her head and digs her fingers into the girl's eyes. While Shannen gets her bearings back, Cynthia thrashes about in pain in the enemy corner as Cathy inflicts severe damage on her young opponent.

The referee goes to the corner and tells Cathy to release her captive. When Cathy refuses, he begins to count. 1...

2....

3....

4.....

Just at the count of 5, Cathy lets go of Cynthia. Simultaneously, Shannen fires a kick down into the girl's groin, Cynthia shuddering and collapsing with a yelp of pain. Pulling her to her feet again, she again puts the boot to the slim warrior, landing just above her bikini line. Again, she drops like a rock onto her butt in the corner, covering her lower belly and crotch in a vain attempt to protect herself. Shannen drags her to her feet by the hair, turning her around to face her sister, whom she tags in. Raising her arm, she holds her vulnerable. Slipping through the ropes and onto the turnbuckle, Cathy twists herself slightly, falling forward into Cynthia with an elbow that slices into her sternum, splitting her modest breasts like a butcher's cleaver. Cynthia cries out in pain, collapsing onto the mat at the Dennehys' feet.]

Buck: "That's more like it. Cathy is in the house!"

[Cathy pulls Cynthia to her knees, wrapping one arm around her foe's neck, Cynthia's eyes bugging out. With her free hand, the elder Dennehy begins to fondle her captive's breast. Cynthia, held between her captor's knees, tugs on the encircling arm noose, but can't get free.

After playing for a few long moments, Cathy can fell Cynthia's pulse quickening, her breath coming in shorter gasps as she struggles to not only fight the stimulation of her teat but also to breathe as well. Finished playing for the time being, Cathy pulls the heavily breathing young woman to her feet. With measured purpose, Cathy whips her toward her own corner and her concerned older sister. Unable to stop her momentum, Cynthia careens over the top rope and out of the ring, somehow managing to tag her sister's hand on the way past. Sophie takes a split second to watch her sister hit the ring apron and floor. That momentary delay is all Dirty Cathy needs to attack!

Grabbing the now legal tag Mitchell by the hair, she drags her into the ring over the top rope, before Sophie can enter the ring. Yanking hard, Cathy pulls her in, tossing the blonde face first onto the mat at her feet. Pulling her to her feet by her hair, she splits her thighs with a vicious uppercut, landing knuckles first direct on her sweetmeat, dropping the blonde to her knees.]

Tammy: "Oooooh. Sophie was just on the receiving end of a low blow. I can't believe these two can get away with such blatant cheating."

Buck: "It's only cheating when you get caught. And speaking of caught, I think Cynthia is in more trouble."

[Shannen slinks around the perimeter of the ring, grabbing the stunned Mitchell sister by the hair and lifting her in the air. Swiftly, she brings her down hard to the floor with a bodyslam, the younger Mitchell laying on her back, still, hair obscuring the look of dreamy pain on her face. Content that Cynthia is now out of commission, she scurries back to her corner.

Meanwhile, Cathy has been pounding the daylights out of Sophie, throwing two kneelifts to her face and then a kick to the crotch. Sophie collapses to her face and chest, her firm derriere sticking up behind her. Cathy signals over to her sister, who nods and places a foot through the middle ropes. Cathy pulls Sophie to her feet by her one piece outfit, yanking her crotch up into her snatch, adding the pain of a wedgie to her already aching nether-region. Flinging the blonde into the corner, Sophie hits the turnbuckle and Shannen's waiting foot face first. She drops stunned to her knees facing the corner, arms draped over the middle ropes, cheek resting on the padded buckle. Shannen grabs Sophie's arms, holding her there as Cathy comes up behind. With a sneer, Cathy drives her knee into the small of her back, causing Sophie to grimace, held in place where she is. Repeatedly kneeing her kidneys and lower back, Cathy is reducing Sophie to a shuddering husk. After nearly six knees, she stops, letting Sophie slump against the turnbuckle.]

Tammy: �The Mitchell sisters are in big trouble right now, Buck. Cynthia seems to be out of commission and Sophie is just getting hammered!�

Buck: �It�s inevitable, Tammy. The Mitchell sisters got lucky to get this far and that luck has run out. The Dennehys are a solid team that knows how to break an opponent. Just look at the way they�re teaming up on Sophie.�

[Indeed, the Dennehys have been employing quick tags, rotating in and out, subjecting Sophie to a barrage of double teams, low blows, punches and kicks. In the ring now, Shannen pulls Sophie to her feet by her hair, the blonde wobbly legged and unsteady on her feet. Tagging in her sister, both drop to one knee, bending her back over those knees in a double backbend, Sophie groaning as she is bent backwards on herself, Shannen�s hands focusing on her chin and face, one clamped over her mouth and nose, cutting off her air, while Cathy presses down on her thighs, adding an excruciating crotch claw to the mix. Sophie�s attempted scream is muffled by the encompassing hand which covers her mouth. Desperately, she struggles against her two captives, but to no avail.

�You want the honors?� Cathy asks her younger sister.

�If you don�t object,� Shannen replies, in a FAWN version of Mac and Tosh.

�Oh, no. I insist.�

Cathy places her hands over Sophie�s mouth and nose, while Shannen slips the crotch of her one-piece to the side, slipping her digits into the steaminess of the blonde�s love canal. Sophie shudders as she is entered, fighting the urge that suddenly wells up inside her. Shannen has obviously been well trained by her sister, as she begins to expertly work the sweet zone of her captive, drawing a guttural groan from the proud elder Mitchell. Cathy watches with approval as Shannen works her adversary, the blonde�s body betraying the fact that, despite her revulsion of being fondled, her inner fires are stoking in spite of herself. With the crowd showering them with boos, the Dennehys work on their restrained quarry. The referee, who had been checking on Cynthia�s still prone form outside the ring, decides it�s time to break this little party up and taps Shannen on the shoulder. �Break it up.�

Feigning innocence, Shannen continues to toy with her victim�s inner sanctum. The referee is not amused.

�One�.

Two�.

Three�.

Four�.

Fi�.�

Before he can finish the word, Shannen pulls her hand from Sophie�s crotch, with a little twist as it is extricated from within. The two women casually roll the hurting blonde off their knees, Sophie landing limply on the mat face down, one hand massaging her crotch as she greedily gulps in precious air. Cathy tags her sister in, stomping Sophie on the ass on the way out of the ring. �Have a ball, sis.�

Shannen picks her opponent up and lifts her over her head, bringing her down in a horrific body slam! Sophie bounces off the mat, then lies still at her feet. Shannen smiles as she pulls her to center ring by her hair, Sophie weakly protesting. Standing her in the center of the ring, Shannen runs backwards to the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, she flings herself toward the elder Mitchell.

She never makes it.

Just as she starts to bounce off the ropes, two hands grab her ankles from outside the ring. Cynthia Mitchell trips her up, the big Dennehy landing face first on the mat! Sophie is aware enough that she quickly falls on her foe, flipping her to her back and hooking her leg! The referee slides into position and slaps the mat�

1�.

2�.

Cathy Dennehy tries to get to the pair to make the save, but instead collides with the referee as his hand descends the third time�

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The referee goes out cold, but only after his hand hits the mat the third time. The match is over!

Tammy: �I don�t believe it! What a turnaround! The Mitchells did it! They�re the inaugural FAWN Tag Team Champions!�

Buck: �Gunnnnhhhhhhh��

Tammy: �Well said, Buck. Cathy Dennehy is LIVID! She is screaming at the referee, who seems to be rather out of it right now. Sophie rolls off of Shannen, and out of the ring, where Cynthia is waiting. A big hug between the new champions.

Buck: �Gunnnnhhhhh�.�

Tammy: �Maurie hands the girls their belts, which they hold high in the air! Listen to that crowd! Well, it�s been an unusually eventful evening here at FAWN. We hope you�ve enjoyed it. That�s all for now. For my partner Buck Ansome��

Buck: �Guuunnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh�.�

Tammy: �Good night and see you next time!�

Your winners and inaugural FAWN Tag Team Champions: Sophie and Cynthia Mitchell.