After the war that had been so fiercely waged only two shorts weeks ago between Jeanette Lansdale and Irena Malenakova, interest in tonight�s world title match is at a fever pitch. Attendance at the FAWN Arena is at a record, standing room only level, with the level of excitement among the crowd an almost tangible, physical presence in its own right. Several signs find their way in front of the camera, including �I�D GLADLY BE LACEY�S BUCKING BRONCO!�, �I MARK FOR JAIL BAIT TAG CHAMPS�, �ONE PUNCH WILL SHATTER PORTIA�S GLASS HEART�, and �I�VE BEEN ON THE 911, AND I WANNA GO BACK!�

Yet, thanks to FAWN�s illustrious leader, Maurie Devonshire, the two combatants would not be the only players in tonight�s battle. The energy coursing through the crowd had only intensified as each of the lumberjills had been announced: Juliet Bloodwind, Sophie Mitchell, Shannen Dennehy, Cathy Dennehy, LaKeisha Bates, Lacey Montoya, Shea London and Chrissy Daniel. The crowd�s roars of approval had increased as each of those women came to the ring, and taken up positions around the apron. Most of those women alone could carry a main event. But all of them together? Plus Lansdale and VanBuren?

At ringside, Tammy DeVille and Buck Ansome are at the broadcast table. Even the two seasoned veteran announcers seemed a shade overwhelmed by their surroundings.

Tammy: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Up next, as you might expect, is the main event.

Buck: Indeed it is, Tammy. And not only that, you lucky devils at home are getting the sort of main event most promotions would charge you $30 to buy on Pay Per View. Just look at the talent surrounding the ring.

Tammy: Right you are, me Buck-o. One half of our newly crowned tag team champions, Sophie Mitchell. The first ever FAWN champion, Shea London. Lacey Montoya, Juliet Bloodwind�

Buck: Tammy, I said look at the TALENT, not the eye candy. And outside of Lacey, you haven�t mentioned a single talent. There�s LaKeisha Bates out there, finally being given a chance to shine by the Man.

Tammy: �The Man�, I might remind you, being your boss�

Buck: Er� and then, you�ve got the two women who were ROBBED of the tag belts, Cathy and Shannen Dennehy. Not to mention the GREATEST of FAWN champions, Chrissy Daniel�

Tammy: There�s no denying we�re going to see something special tonight. In Jeanette Lansdale, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV�s first defense is going to be a real doozy�.

Buck: Bah! Against a woozy floozy is what I think you meant to say, Tammy. There�s no way a classless Jersey girl like Jeanette Lansdale can stand in the same ring with POV under the normal circumstances, and you know there�s no way she can be sufficiently recovered from the beating she took at the hands of the Ice Matron.

Tammy: Jeanette Lansdale has the heart of a true champion, and that, Buckeroo, can overcome a lot.

Buck: But not breeding, my dear, deluded Tammy.

Tammy: We shall see�

The lights dim, and "Back in the Saddle Again" by Aerosmith roars from the speakers, shaking the arena. Two white pillars of sparks flanking the walkway erupt as Jeanette Lansdale calmly and coolly acknowledges the cheering fans. The video wall shows pictures of her previous matches and small highlights from her training reel. The blonde warrior doesn't interact with the fans as she walks briskly to the ring in a black strapless leather bikini and black ankle high boots. Small beads of sweat coat her taut midsection as she strolls confidently to the ring. Her eyes remain fixed on the ring as she walks - two cold, glittering sapphires. Jeanette climbs into the ring as fire erupts from the four ring posts. With the supreme confidence befitting a former World Champion, the lithe blonde stretches a bit, her long blond mane pulled back in a ponytail. Her full, luscious lips are twisted into a wicked smile as she relishes the thought of inflicting pain and exacting revenge on the reigning FAWN Champion. She paces, like a caged lioness, muscles bunching and twisting as she readies herself for the fight of her life. She's incredibly intense...malevolent energy crackling about her like electricity.

Tammy: I think we might be seeing history tonight, Buck. Jeanette Lansdale�s been a champion before, in what was one of the premiere women�s feds in the business prior to FAWN. She knows what it takes.

Buck: We�re looking at history alright, Tammy. Jeanette is indeed history. She�s had chances here in FAWN. She hasn�t gotten it done. And tonight will be no different.

Heavy orchestral chords flow over the darkened arena and a white-hot pin spot breaks the darkness, falling upon fortune�s favorite, Portia Ophelia VanBuren, Shirley Manson�s distinctive voice surging from all corners of the arena. Portia tosses her shoulder-length mane of strawberry blonde locks and struts down the aisle to the strains of �The World Is Not Enough� by Garbage, hips swaying as she turns the trip into a sashay down the runways of Paris or Milan. White lace panties flash in a Maxim-like version of Morse code from beneath a tennis skirt sufficiently high as to be outlawed by the WTA. Above, her white lace tank top is sheer enough to be eye-catching on a Monaco beachfront, the ensemble tastefully accessorized with Gucci shades and a diamond tennis bracelet around her left wrist. Removing the glasses, she tosses them into the crowd and chuckles at the frenzy she creates.

Patrician features held high, Portia barely glances to either side as she makes her way to the ring, doing her best to disregard the huge advantage Jeanette enjoys with the crowd. The blonde�s more ardent supporters rush the restraining barriers and barrage her with a cascade of threats and assorted warnings. Spotting a sign that notes �Jeanette versus Portia: The mountains versus the molehills�, Portia inserts her middle finger between her ruby lips, sucks on it for a moment, then pulls it out to let these miscreants, fans of a supposed upstanding citizen, know where they stand in her eyes. Finally at the ring apron, Portia�s manner seems to swing 180 degrees, as she realizes where she is. She gingerly, almost nervously, climbs the steps and slides into the ring, her head on a swivel. The strawberry blonde�s flawless features and slender form already carry a sheen of perspiration. The apprehension in the champion is palpable as VanBuren fidgets, her movements oddly uncomfortable. She slips off the belt, almost unobtrusively, and hands it to an attendant below. Moving to her corner, she alternately stretches and skips in place, sighing deeply, before finally looking ready for battle after one final deep breath.

Buck: Take a picture, Tammy. THAT is the image of a champion.

Tammy: For now, Buck. For how much longer remains to be seen.

As the bell sounds, both women move out of their corners, advancing on each other in a circular path. Finally, as they reached the middle of the ring, Lansdale reached out to lock up with her adversary. Instead, Portia slips under her arms, quickly spinning to face Jeanette as she comes up on the other side of the champion.

Buck: Quick thinking as always on the part of the champion.

Tammy: I don�t know, Buck. If I didn�t know better, I�d say Portia almost looks� scared.

Buck: Nonsense. Just in ring strategy.

Scowling, Jeanette swoops in again. And again, Portia tries to evade her clutches. Only this time, Lansdale was expecting it. So instead, as Portia moved to the side, Jeanette fires her knee upward, driving the joint into VanBuren�s yielding midsection. Portia immediately doubles over, hugging her abdomen as she struggles for air. Wasting no motion, Lansdale scooped the champion off the mat and into her arms. Portia�s legs kicked in an effort to knock Jeanette off balance.

Jeanette only dropped once she was ready, planting VanBuren into the canvas with a body slam.

Tammy: An authoritative powerslam from the challenger!

Buck: Keep your skirt on, Tammy. When was the last time you saw a powerslam win a match?

Quickly, Jeanette popped back to her feet, and rushed into the ropes. With a head of steam, Lansdale returned to her prey, dropping a knee across Portia�s chest. Portia jerks and spasmed.

Tammy: The challenger is in control so far!

Buck: She�s gotten off to a good start, I�ll agree. But it�s gonna be a long match, Tammy. For her sake, I hope she keeps something in reserve.

Jeanette springs back to her feet, and again backs into the ropes. This time, however, a set of hands reach into the grip, gripping Lansdale�s ankles and pulling her off balance. As Jeanette tumbles to the canvas, she looks back, and sees the beaming features of the Killer Imp, making her presence known.

�Oi!�

Chrissy turns in the direction of the voice, and turns right into a forearm from Shea.

Buck: HEY!!! The lumberjills aren�t supposed to be fighting each other!

Tammy: We have a lot of bad blood here between these two.

Chrissy and Shea continue going at one another, exchanging punches with a vengeance as some of their fellow lumberjills move in to break up the scrum. LaKeisha pulls Chrissy away from the British Bombshell, while Sophie Mitchell wraps her arms around Shea�s waist, guiding her away from the fight neither former champion wanted to end.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, both women are getting to their feet. As Lansdale advances on the champion, Portia launches a kick, only to have it blocked. As Lansdale deflects the shapely leg, she spins Portia around, and as the champion faces away from her, Jeanette wraps her arms around Portia�s midsection�

Tammy: And a German suplex from Jeanette Lansdale! Ladies and gentlemen, the challenger has simply been on fire tonight!

Buck: (concern creeping into his voice) It�s still early, Tammy. Still very early. (under his breath) C�mon, Portia�

Tammy: Jeanette going for the cover. 1�

Buck: No! Phew. Portia with a quick kick out.

Hardly discouraged, Jeanette rises to her feet, dragging Portia up with her. However, they only stay standing for a moment. Lansdale swiftly shoves Portia�s head under her arm, and then drops back to the canvas, driving the champion into the mat with a DDT.

Tammy: Another cover! 1� 2�

Buck: But again, Portia kicks out! What a tough champion we have.

Tammy: She is resilient. That much I�ll give her.

Tammy: Again, Jeanette is up to her feet, and she sends Portia into the ropes. Looks like she�s setting up for her heartpunch already!

Indeed, that had been Jeanette�s intention, but Portia had seen it coming. Instead, as she hit the ropes, Baby VanBuren held onto the cables, quickly pulling herself through the ropes. Jeanette�s attacks so far had been overwhelming. She needed room to breathe. She needed room to think.

Tammy: I think Portia�s forgotten what type of match she�s in, Buck. She�s just willingly left the ring! I�m telling you, I think she�s rattled.

Buck: Portia�s a VanBuren. She could buy and sell any of the trailer park sluts surrounding the ring 10 times over. They wouldn�t dare touch her.

Portia hops off of the apron, down to the concrete floor, shaking her head to clear away the cobwebs. But before she can even process what is going on, she feels a hand grasp her shoulder.

�I don�t know where you think you�re goin�, shug,� Lacey Montoya drawls, spinning Portia around before slamming her forehead down into the apron, �but the fight�s thataway.�

Tammy: You were saying, Buck?

Buck: Ack! Lacey, my cowgirl cutie, what are you thinking???

Gripping the waistband of Portia�s tennis skirt, Montoya rolls the champion roughly back into the ring� just before the Dirty Dennehy sisters swoop in on the attack.

Tammy: And now Cathy and Shannen Dennehy are double teaming Lacey!

Buck: Ouch! Shannen just threw Lacey into the guardrail. There�s no love lost between these three women either, Tammy.

Tammy: These FOUR women, buck. Here comes Juliet!

The Navajo warrior rushes to her friend and partner�s aid, launching herself into the air and throwing her body into Shannen�s. The blonde and the brunette fall to the concrete floor as one, rolling back and forth, each struggling for control as Cathy moves toward Montoya.

While this is happening, Jeanette Lansdale advances on the reeling champion. Reaching down, she pulls Portia up to wobbly legs. Positioning herself so that she is back to back with Baby VanBuren, Lansdale reaches back over her right shoulder, cupping Portia�s chin and pulling her head back over Jeanette�s shoulder. Portia�s hand immediately fly to Jeanette�s wrists, clawing and prying in an effort to secure her freedom. As the statuesque blonde leans forward, Portia�s feet rise off of the canvas.

Tammy: Jeanette Lansdale has controlled this match, basically from the opening bell. And now, she has Portia in serious trouble. Her title reign may be over very soon.

Buck: Hang in there, Portia!

Tammy: Bad choice of words, Buck.

Buck: D�oh!

Tammy: The referee is checking, but Portia isn�t giving up.

Buck: Of course she isn�t. There�s no such thing as a VanBuren who�s a quitter.

Jeanette eases up, just enough to allow Portia�s feet to reclaim the canvas. But this is hardly a moment of mercy. Instead, Lansdale drops to a seated position on the mat� pulling Portia down violently with her!

Tammy: Oh my�

Buck: Wha� wha�

Tammy: That looked almost like a Widow�s Peak.

Portia flops to the mat, where she remains, face down. Motionless.

Lifeless.

Buck: Oh my God, she killed Portia! The bitch!

Tammy: This could be it, folks. Portia is completely out of it. Jeanette rolls her over.

Buck: No!

Tammy: 1�

Buck: No!

Tammy: 2�

Buck: NO!

Before the referee�s hand can hit the mat a third time, Portia receives help from a less than likely source: LaKeisha Bates. Dashing to that Portia of the ring, the Nubian warrior reaches inside the ropes. Grabbing VanBuren�s ankle, Bates quickly drapes the champion�s foot on the bottom rope. �Yo, zebra!� Bates shouted.

Tammy: What the�?

Buck: You go, girlfriend!

Tammy: Ladies and gentlemen, more phrases you should never hear Buck Ansome say.

And yet another war breaks out at ringside, as Sophie Mitchell takes issue with LaKeisha�s assistance to the champion. The tall blonde pulls LaKeisha away from the apron, dragging her toward the ring steps. An elbow to her midsection from Bates halts the approach, however, and gives the ebony goddess the chance to sling Sophie into the steps.

However, LaKeisha�s efforts were paid dividends for Portia. The official saw her foot, and stopped his count. Jeanette looks up, surprise evident on her face.

Tammy: I�m not sure she saw what LaKeisha did. The title was hers.

Buck: It ain�t over �til it�s over, Tammy. Jeanette needs to learn not to take things for granted.

Tammy: Jeanette�s not finished, though. Getting up, she starts to pull Portia up� OOOOOHHHH!!!!

Buck: Ha ha! That�s my girl!

Tammy: Portia just drilled Jeanette with a low blow upper cut. Typical Portia: when all else fails, cheat.

Jeanette is clearly hurting, staggering away from the champion as Portia uses the ropes to drag herself to her feet, but she refuses to give voice to her pain. And despite the anguish etched on her face, Lansdale tries to resume her attack. She stumbles back toward Portia. This time, VanBuren sends a kick to the same target. This time, Jeanette offers of moan as she drops to her knees, her hands reaching between her legs in an effort to ease her suffering.

Portia now possessed the upper hand, but she still needed time to recover. With the reserves of strength she had left, the strawberry blonde shoves Lansdale through the ropes and out of the ring, Jeanette tumbling to the cold floor. Groaning as she hits the concrete, Jeanette rolls over, her side coming to rest against a pair of boots.

�Glad you could drop in, putz.�

Buck: That�s my girl, Portia. Always thinking. Sending the Peroxide Wonder out of the ring near Chrissy, who you and I both know won�t pass up this chance to inflict some punishment. So Portia gets a breather, and gets a softened up Jeanette in the process, without wasting any energy. Ingenious.

Tammy: Cowardly.

True to Buck�s word, Chrissy took delight in sending stomp after stomp to Lansdale�s chest. �How are the ribs doing, blondie?� the Killer Imp taunted, Lansdale curling up in an effort to shield herself.

��Ow �bout yers, duchess?�

For the second time, the British Bombshell rushes both to the aid of her dear friend and to the attack of her hated enemy. Before Chrissy can turn around, she feels Shea�s shoulder drive into the small of her back, sending her crashing into the metal barricade around ringside.

The impact sends a dazed Chrissy Daniel slumping to the floor, but as Shea prepares to inflict more damage, a pair of hands take hold of her blonde mane, pulling her around.

�You slept through the first one of these,� Cathy Dennehy snarls, releasing her right hand from Shea�s hair and clamping her talons in a little lower. �This one I want you to feel.�

Shea howls in agony, rising to her tip toe as the Dirty Girl works her south-of-the-border Cat�s Claw. The other half of the Dirty Dennehys is quick to descend on Jeanette, pulling her to her feet and then off of them, lifting Lansdale into a bearhug.

Suddenly, Shannen releases Lansdale as she feels her head being pulled back by her hair. �We�re not done yet, you and I,� Juliet hisses, locking the taller blonde�s head under her arm. �Not by a longshot.� With those words, Bloodwind fells backwards, bringing Shannen down hard with a scorpion death drop.

Cathy�s Cat�s Claw has dropped Shea to her knees, moisture welling in the corners of her eyes, but still the former champion struggles for an escape. �Say please�� Cathy begins to taunt, but doesn�t get to finish her sentence.

�We ain�t done, either,� Lacey says with an icy menace, and then scoops the smaller Texan off her feet. She holds her aloft for a few moments, and then deposits her, throat first, across the metal barricade.

Jeanette is beginning to rise, but receives a less-than-gentle helping hand from LaKeisha Bates. �Almost time to throw you back in,� she purrs, �but first��

Tammy: LaKeisha just slams Jeanette�s face down into the apron. Her head must be ringing after that.

Buck: I would say the playing field has been leveled, Tammy.

Tammy: This is ridiculous. The match needs to return to the ring.

Buck: patience. It�s a virtue.

It seems as though LaKeisha has heard Tammy�s words, as she rolls a groggy and battered Lansdale back into the ring� just as Sophie again attacks her. This time, it is LaKeisha who goes hurtling into the ring steps, holding her back in pain as she falls to the floor in a heap.

Looking much fresher than she did only a few minutes ago, Portia stalks her adversary. As Jeanette drags herself back toward the middle of the ring, Portia circles in behind her. Standing over Jeanette, with a foot on either side of the blonde�s waist, Portia crouches down, and slides her arms up under Jeanette�s.

Buck: Baby VanBuren is getting inventive, Tammy. What would you call this?

Tammy: It looks like a sort of camel clutch/full nelson combination. Portia�s almost sitting astride Jeanette�s back, but instead of cupping Jeanette�s chin and pulling back, she�s pulling on Jeanette�s spine with a full nelson.

Buck: You know what I call it, Tammy? Effective.

The official is kneeling beside the two combatants, asking Jeanette if she is ready to give the match. Lansdale briskly shakes her head in defiance. She�s come too far. She�s not about to give up. Portia still has other ideas, leaning back on the hold a little more, and drawing a yelp from her rival.

But still not a submission.

Mildly frustrated, Portia releases the hold. As she takes a step back from her foe, she digs her nails into Jeanette�s shoulder blades. With one savage motion, she rips her hands down the blonde�s back. Jeanette rises to her knees, her spine arching, her head snapping back as she yells, red welts instantly forming behind Portia�s claws. Jeanette, still on her knees, crawls away from the champion a stride or two.

Portia smiles in satisfaction, but doesn�t hesitate in pressing her advantage. She darts into the ropes behind her, and rebounds off them, barreling back at Lansdale. As she nears the challenger, VanBuren leaves her feet, grabbing Jeanette�s head as she sails past.

Tammy: And a bulldog from the champion leaves Jeanette face down and spread-eagled!

Buck: And you thought Portia was toast.

Tammy: I�ll give the devil her due, Buck. She�s made a good comeback. Of course, it�s not so hard to come back when you can let a bunch of other woman beat up your opponent for you.

Buck: Don�t tell me Jeanette wouldn�t have done the same thing. It�s all within the rules of this sort of match, Tammy dear.

Tammy: Portia with a cover. 1� 2�

Buck: Damn!

Tammy: Jeanette kicks out. Two weeks ago, we saw her resilience. Might we see it again tonight?

Buck: She was lucky against Irena. The Ice Matron didn�t have the killer instinct possessed by our illustrious champion.

Tammy: Maybe, Buck. Maybe not. We�ll soon see.

Portia hops back to her feet, pulling Lansdale up with her. She then pulls the blonde into a firm embrace, lifting her into the air before dropping to her knee. Jeanette lands crotch-first across Portia�s outstretched thigh, and instantly hops away.

But not very far. The strawberry blonde champion reaches out with her left arm, grabbing Jeanette and pulling her back into a clothesline delivered with her right arm.

Buck: Portia just nearly took Jeanette�s head off with that short arm clothesline!

Tammy: And it doesn�t look like she�s done yet. Portia guides Jeanette to her feet, backing her into a corner�

With Jeanette backed into the buckles, Portia unloads with a knife-edged chop to Jeanette�s chest.

Crowd: WHOOO!!!

Portia takes Jeanette by the wrist, and Irish whips her into the opposite corner. Jeanette hits hard, dropping onto her backside� just as Portia had hoped.

Buck: I think I know what�s coming, and I think I like it!

Tammy: Baby VanBuren dashing across the ring, and nailing Jeanette with a Bronco buster.

Despite Jeanette�s status as the crowd favorite, still many greeted this spectacle with whistles, catcalls, and cheers of appreciation as Portia rode her foe, her modest bosom bouncing with each thrust of her hips. But as the champion rises from her battered rival, and the show is concluded, the boos resurface. Portia regards the crowd with her characteristic disdain. Grabbing Lansdale�s legs, Portia drags the blonde into position, so that her neck is directly under the bottom rope. Then, after hooking Lansdale�s ankles under her arms, VanBuren drops, sending Jeanette�s throat hard up into the unyielding steel cable with her slingshot. Lansdale is writhing now, clutching her throat and struggling to breathe.

Buck: I think the end may very well be nigh, Tammy.

Tammy: It doesn�t look good, no. But it�s not over yet.

Buck: Join us in the real world, Tammy. We don�t bite. Most of us, anyway.

Portia glared at her rival, rolling the blonde onto her stomach with her foot, all traces of the butterflies she might have been suffering at the start of the match now gone. �All that furor from you,� Portia sneered, reaching down and removing Jeanette�s top, �and it signified nothing. You�re here when I want you, where I want you, and how I want you.�

Baby Van Buren loops Jeanette�s discarded top over her throat, pulling Lansdale up to her knees. As Jeanette tries to slide her fingers under her top-cum-garrote, Portia forces her own knee into the small of the challengers back. Jeanette�s eyes grow wide, her face turning a darker shade of red with each passing second.

Tammy: C�mon, ref! This isn�t allowed, even in a lumberjill match!

Buck: Spoilsport.

The referee does begin to administer a count, and Portia waits until the count of four to release her gasping prey. Spinning on her heel, the champion stares daggers into the official. �Watch how you talk to me, guttersnipe. I had more money by the time I was two than you�ll ever see in your entire life!�

Buck: That�s telling him, Portia!

Tammy: That�s taking her attention off her opponent, Buck. She may have started this match out nervous, but I think she might just be venturing into the more traditional realm of her overconfidence.

Buck: Bah! Portia never has any more confidence in her abilities than she deserves. And now, she�s just about to put this pretender to the thrown away.

Tammy: Well, she is now heading back to Jeanette. S winging neckbreaker coming�

Buck: ACK!!!

Tammy: Holy flaming cow! Somehow, Jeanette reversed Portia�s swinging neckbreaker into a neckbreaker of her own!

Buck: No! No! This can�t be�

Tammy: both women are down now. And both look out of it. Which one is going to recover first? That question could very well decide this match.

Buck: Portia! Please, Portia!

Much to Buck�s distress, it is not Portia, but rather Jeanette who is the first to begin to stir. Slowly, painstakingly she drags herself over to Portia�s body, and drapes an arm across her chest.

Tammy: We could have a new champion! 1� 2� Thr�

Buck: No! Portia just got a shoulder up! She�s till in it.

Tammy: But can she regain control?

Jeanette pulls herself to her feet, and pulls Portia�s head between her legs.

Tammy: Pedigree!

Buck: She pulled Portia�s hair! Cheater! Disqualify her, ref!

Tammy: Lansdale with another cover. 1� 2�

Buck: Another kick out!

Tammy: Neither woman is about to let this match go easily.

Jeanette pulls Portia up, and in an impressive display of strength, sends her sailing over the top rope. The strawberry blonde champion crashes to the floor, and as fate would have it, at the feet of the woman she had screwed to get her shot at the title she now held.

�Looks like it�s time fer some payback,� Shea said, �an� ya know what they say about payback.�

Shea takes hold of Portia�s ankles, spreading VanBuren�s legs apart before dropping both knees into the champion�s womanhood.

�GUUUHHH!!!!� Portia moaned, curling into a fetal ball as Shea returned to her feet. But, again Shea was unable to press her attack. This time, it was Shannen Dennehy who came to the aid of FAWN�s standard bearer. Clutching Shea by the throat, the towering blonde hoisted London off her feet, holding a kicking and squirming Shea above the floor with the intent of chokeslamming her into basement.

A spear from Montoya sends all three tumbling to the floor. Lacey�s partner, meanwhile, is unable to pass up the opening to get in a few licks on the champion. Tugging Portia up, she unloads three chops into VanBuren�s chest, each smack louder than the last, each blow sending her closer to the guardrail. Before she can unload a fourth, she is nailed by a kidney punch from Chrissy Daniel.

Her knees buckling, Bloodwind takes a few faltering strides away from Portia before Chrissy whips her around, sending the Native American cutie into the ringpost.

�How?� Chrissy mocked the dazed brunette, Juliet trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. �I thought you Injuns valued respect for your elders? Maybe I outta teach yoouuuuggghh!�

�Don�t you ever get tired of your own voice?� Sophie Mitchell asked, grabbing Chrissy�s head and pulling her down into a vicious knee lift to the jaw. �Maybe that�ll keep you quiet for a few seconds.�

Meanwhile, as Portia sagged against the metal railing, LaKeisha Bates approached her, and helped her the rest of the way to her feet. �How you doin�, playa?�

Portia blinked to focus her eyes. �I� I�ll be��

�You�ll be getting� up close and personal with my booty, bitch!� LaKeisha hissed, firing a sharp kick into VanBuren�s abdomen that caught the champion completely by surprise. As Portia doubled over, Bates pulled her into a standing headscissors, before dropping her with pedigree.

Buck: Oh my God!!!

Tammy: What the� She was helping Portia earlier!

Buck: LaKeisha, why???

LaKeisha remained seated for a moment on the back of Portia�s head, all the other lumberjills tied up with each other. Smirking, Bates flipped Portia�s skirt up, revealing the strawberry blonde�s white lace panties for all to see. �You got somethin� I want, shorty,� LaKeisha purred, giving Portia�s ass a quick slap. �Maybe this will show you I can take it, whenever I want?�

Getting off Portia, Bates drags her back over to the ring, and rolls her under the bottom rope. Inside the ring, Jeanette seems as surprised by this turn of events as everyone else� but she�s still ready to take advantage of it. Lansdale thrusts Portia�s head between her thighs, wraps her arms around VanBuren�s slender waist, and swings her up.

Tammy: Powerbomb coming up.

Buck: No! Portia�s fighting her way out of it! Look! She�s slugging away at Jeanette, even while she�s sitting on Lansdale�s shoulders.

Portia was not known for her power, but with the toll of the battle they had already waged, her punches were definitely having an effect. Jeanette was swaying, straining to keep herself upright. One last punch did the trick, sending Jeanette toppling backward. Portia lands on Jeanette�s chest, in a schoolgirl pin.

Buck: YES! 1..

Portia reaches back, slipping her fingers into the waistband of the challenger�s bottoms.

Tammy: She�s pulling the tights!

Buck: Who cares??? 2� Thre�

Tammy: NO! Jeanette kicks out!

Buck: HOW??????????

Like Buck, Portia is incredulous. As Jeanette pulls herself back to her feet, VanBuren crawls on her knees back into the nearest corner, raising her hands pleadingly in front of her.

Buck: Have mercy, Jeanette!

Tammy: Yeah, Buck. That�ll happen.

Jeanette shakes her, and sends a kick into Portia�s chest, driving her back into the corner. Reaching down, she pulls Portia up. However, as she is doing this, Cathy Dennehy hops onto the apron. Jeanette remains focused on her opponent. The referee, however, notices this, and moves to intercept her.

Tammy: I don�t like the look of this.

Buck: Bah! Someone�s got to show this ref how bad Jeanette is cheating.

Jeanette goes to Irish whip Portia into the opposite corner, but Portia manages to put on the brakes, and reverses it. Meanwhile, Shea London grabs Cathy�s ankles, pulling her off the apron, Dennehy striking her head on the ring as she falls. On the other side of the ring, though, another woman has hopped onto the apron

. Tammy: What is LaKeisha doing?

Buck: She�s got Precious!

Tammy: NO!

As Jeanette sails into the corner, LaKeisha Bates brings the mallet down across Jeanette�s skull. Lansdale drops as if she had been shot.

Tammy: Dammit, no! This can�t end this way! Jeanette�s coming off a concussion!

Buck: I think she�s going back on one.

At first, Portia is paralyzed by her shock. Only a few minutes before, LaKeisha had been taking shots at her. Now she was giving her the match? Overcoming her confusion, Portia dove atop her foe, hooking Lansdale�s leg. �REF!!!� she screamed.

The official finally turned his attention away from the melee at ringside, and saw VanBuren with the cover.

Tammy: NO!

Buck: 1�

Tammy: Come on, Jeanette!

Buck: 2�

Tammy: Move, please!

Buck: 3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

At the sound of the bell, all of the other lumberjills turn in shock toward the ring, where a beaming, triumphant Portia kneels beside the vanquished Jeanette, her arms extended skyward.

Buck: What a match!

Tammy: A classic for most of it, I�ll agree. The ending left a lot to be desired.

Buck: Nonsense! I can�t imagine a better ending. Well, except for what Portia�s about to do next.

As LaKeisha Bates backs up the ramp with a satisfied smile, Portia slides Jeanette�s bottoms down her hips and off her body. Climbing to her feet, Baby VanBuren partakes in a victory lap around the ring, holding Jeanette�s bikini bottoms aloft for all to see. The crowd showers her with their displeasure, but Portia remains delighted. As her laps brings her toward Shea, she takes particular delight in allowing London to see the garment.

Shea starts to move toward the apron, but Chrissy grabs her, and the two arch rivals again resume their war.

Tammy: And all hell has just broken loose at ringside. Shea and Chrissy are fighting, Lacey and Cathy are fighting, Juliet and Shannen are fighting.

Buck: And Portia�s about to have some fun!

Portia dabs her brow with Jeanette�s undergarment, and then sporting an expression of pure ecstasy, reaches under her skirt, patting the bikini bottom gently between her own legs. Kneeling just above Jeanette�s head, Portia forces the garment between Lansdale�s lips. But just as she is about to scoot her body forward, to claim a victory ride on the 911, the champion looks up�

.. and finds Sophie Mitchell standing on the apron, eyeing her hesitantly.

�Oh, you again,� Portia sighed, her voice dripping with disdain. �What are you waiting for? Oh wait, you�re holding off because you know this could be you. Whenever I want it to be you.�

Sophie remained motionless on the apron.

�What?� Portia asked. �Are you just going to watch? Maybe fantasize a little? You wouldn�t be the first��

As chaos reigned around them, Portia and Sophie continued to stare each other down, Jeanette�s insensate form between them

WINNER: Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV