The locker room was the same, but some how it all seemed different to Shannen, as she tugged her black athletic bra down over her bare breasts. As she girded herself for combat, Cathy sat in the lounge chair, watching the earlier matches, wearing shorts and plain Tshirt instead of the baby blue thong that brought fear to the hearts of every one in FAWN. While Cathy would be going ringside, her night would stop at the apron, while Shannen faced Kylie Sanders by herself.

The two sisters had been inseperable all week, as she and Cathy had worked out, studied fil am and in Cathy�s words, �focused�. After the workouts they had shared, not to mention the little baatles they had taken on the LumberJill match, the younger Dennehy was focused like a laser. There was nothing she wanted to do more than hurt Kylie Sanders on the road to victory. Maybe put her out of wrestling for a few weeks, just to show the little farm girl who was boss. After what she had done to Cathy� there were no limits to the pain she wanted to inflict on the runt of the litter.

Looking up at the mirror, she pulls her hair back into a severe pony tail, leaving as little of the blonde hair for pulling as she could. Shannen gave one last tug to her black athletic bra, and let her eyes trail down the mirror past her firm breast, flat tummy and continue down the scuffed and worn black wrestling boots. Brushing a piece lint from her tiny thong, she straightens up, her mind racing past her lessons.

Keep off the mat�Kylie�s a good amatuer wreslter..

If things go bad, bust her in the bush or go for the eyes..

Pick a body part and keep up the pressure and keep up the pressure..

The length of the the square of the hypotenuse�no wait, that wasn�t one of the...

�NICE!� Cathy yells, watching the monitor as one of the FAWN2 wreslters hammers another into the mat with a tombstone piledriver, before quickly transitioning into a a reverse facesit. �Whoa! I have to meet this Biddrick chick! That Aussie rocks!�.

Watching as the EMTs hauled one torn corpse out of the ring, while the nude Aussie paraded her vioctory around the ring, Shannen realized with a start that her time had come. Even as she starts to gather her stuff and shove it back into her gym bag, a loud pounding rattles the door off it�s hinges..

�ONE MINUTE, SHANNEN!�.

The two girls look at each other one last time, and both head for the door, making the quick walk from lockers to the arena area in only few seconds. Knowing that she won�t be heard after the two walk through the curtain, Cathy pats her sister on the ass and adds one final thought..

�FOCUS.�.

The two pass through the heavy black draperies and into the raucous arena, the crowd already having been worked into a frenzy by the previous fighters. The FAWN arena, packed to capacity, the fans screaming and waving their signs, eagerly anticipating this next match. Speed vs Strength. Shannen looks straight ahead as she walks, past the ravenous fans, past the sign reading, �THE MILKMAN COMETH!�, past every one until she reaches the stairs, and climbs up on the apron. She feels Cathy�s hand on her shoulder as she climbs, but then it falls away, and Shannen climbs through the ropes, alone..

Buck Ansome: "And here we go! It's been great so far, and it can only get better, with Kylie Sanders finally getting what her goody two shoes ass fully deserves, from the younger Dennehy sister!".

Tammy DeVille: "Nice to see Cathy accompanying her sister here. Can this Dennehy's do anything by themselves?".

Buck: "I'm pretty sure that the Dirty one is only here for vocal encouragement. Shannen and Cathy don't cheat here. Not like those evil, vile tag team champions, the Mitchells.".

Tammy: "The very team that Shannen and Cathy lost to in the finals of the tag team tournament.".

Buck: "That's right! And did you see what Cynthia did in there? Didja didja didja? I tell you, if Cathy was every going to think about quitting, Cynthia would be there in a hearbeat to steal her nickname!".

[Tammy quite obviously rolls her eyes as The strains of �There She Goes Again� by Sixpence None The Richer break through the darkness, a white pin spotlight breaking upon Iowa�s Girl Next Door, Kylie Sanders. The diminutive Kylie - tousled, shoulder-length, cinnamon-hued hair bobbing as she bounds down the aisle - slaps hands with most anyone she can reach. A bubbling mixture of excitement and nervousness keeps her taut little body in constant motion. Sanders struts down the aisle in her �alternate� attire, a body-hugging, black, cotton muscle shirt that leaves a healthy rim of her midriff showing; her little biceps shown with a grin and a pose, Kylie reveling in a pocket of her �Corps�. Below, yellow-gold, satin boxing shorts curve to an end just beneath the taut roundness of her buttocks, the shiny softness clinging tightly.].

Tammy: "And what a reception for the Pleasant Valley Princess!".

Buck: "Yeah, there is never any accounting for taste.".

Tammy: "Well, these 2 met in recent weeks, though it was in the second round of the tag team championship tournament, a bout that the Dennehy's managed to win, though it is safe to assume that it was not done in an aboveboard fashion. Its safe to assume that Kylie wants some revenge here tonight.".

Buck: "But she ain't gonna get it! Don't know what was running through her tiny l'il mind when she agreed to this match, because I think the milkman is gonna be comin' tonite!".

[Kylie disregards, as best she can, the taunts of several Shady Shannen backers, one carrying a placard pronouncing �Kylie is Shannen�s OTHER white meat�. Another with a mocked-up photo of Kylie with a milk moustache and the caption �You�ll get milk�. Instead, she moves onto a half-dozen of the �Kylie Corps� holding a sign of their own. �Our caucus picks Kylie�. She blows her fans a smack and gives the gang a thumbs-up. Kylie trots the rest of the way to the squared circle and, eschewing the steps, slides in under the bottom rope. She hops in place, occasionally checking the tension of the ropes, her hazel eyes darting through the crowd and around the ring. She shadowboxes to burn off some excess nervous energy waiting for the inevitable fade of Six Pence. It had been some time since she�d been in singles action. Getting in with Shannen, while perhaps not the deep end, would be a challenge, and when it came to the younger Dennehy�s infamous bosom, she sure as hell could drown. Kylie slaps her apple cheeks. Wasn�t going to happen. Shea had her ready for some �next stepping� and the big girl was her stone.].

Tammy: "Kylie is giving up quite a bit of height and weight here.....if she is hoping to win, she is going to have to dictate the speed of this match, and try to keep the younger Dennehy sister off guard here.".

Buck: "Bah....as if Kylie goes into any matches with a gameplan. I tell you, Iowa farmgal's are not known for their intellect!".

Tammy: "Do you ever stop, me bucko?".

Buck: "Hey, I call em like I see em, sweetheart! Always do!".

Ding Ding Ding.

[Kylie carefully advances out of her corner, warily watching her opponent, well aware of the underhanded tactics that Shannen Dennehy likes to employ. She was very aware of Shannen's size and weight advantage, and knew that, despite her technical superiority, it would have to be her speed that would win her the match. The tall blond, on the other hand, arrogantly struts out of her side of the ring, attempting to intercept Kylie before the Pleasant Valley Princess can react, knowing full well that Kylie Sanders was no match for her, physically. The bikini clad blond lunges forward, attempting to lock up with Kylie; Kylie deftly moves out of the way, swinging behind Shannen, and Kylie rewards the large blond with a flying dropkick, the force of the blow knocking Shannen back a few steps with a surprised cry. Kylie hops back to her feet...and merely regards her larger opponent, who emotionlessly studies her wily opponent, like a hawk focusing on a field mouse, a lion on an antelope, a wolf in sheeps clothing.].

Buck: "See? And that's why these Dennehy's are amongst the best that FAWN has to offer...they never let their emotions get the better of them. And lets not forget Kylie's cowardice! Failing to capitalize on her dropkick there, and maintain the advantage!".

Tammy: "I would much more see it as ring savvy, instead of cowardice, me bucko....Kylie knows full well what Shannen is capable of! Again the Shady one lunges at Kylie...again the Pleasant Valley Princess deeks out of the way...".

Buck: "Shannen turns to meet her..and a knife's edge chop to the chest sends her back, into a corner! That has to hurt!".

Tammy: "And another knife's edge chop inspires another agonized cry from Shannen's lips...and she hunches over, attempting to protect her valuble assets!".

[Indeed, Kylie's well placed chops are having their effect, each powerful blow inspiring Shannen's impressive orbs to quiver, to jiggle like jello from within the confines of her black bikini top, and she stares at her tiny opponent through pain lidded eyes, attempting to hunch down in the corner, protecting her breasts with one hand. Kylie moves forward, looking to try for another chop...but Shannen intercepts her, throwing out a hand, raking across Kylie's delicate features with her well manicured nails. Then, gritting her teeth, Shannen grabs a hold of the Pleasant Valley Princess and slams her back into the corner, reversing their roles, so it was now Kylie trapped at the turnbuckle, her vulnerable orbs assaulted with a series of punches and slaps, through the thin fabric of her shirt, each blow painful enough to earn a cry from Kylie's ruby painted lips. The Pleasant Valley Princess offers no resistance to the attack...and only through the interference of the referee was the assault eventually thwarted.].

Tammy: "And Shannen is a stone's throw away from being disqualified, and rightfully so! This is a wrestling match, and, last time I checked, targeting a woman's assets was not a legal tactic!".

Buck: "Hey, all's fair, dahling, all's fair! And tell me, where was the referee a few minutes ago, when it was Kylie attacking Shannen?!? This is unfair bias and favouritism, and this referee should be rightfully ejected from this match!".

Tammy: "The referee gave Shannen the five count...for a second there, the Shady one looks like she is going to hit the ref...but then, she grabs the ailing Pleasant Valley Princess from the corner...and a bodyslam from the corner sends Kylie nearly across the ring!".

Buck: "What power!".

[Kylie hits the canvas with an awkward squawk and rolls a few feet, eventually ending up on her back, arms and legs splayed, staring up at the ceiling with pained, confused eyes. Shannen arrogantly walks over to where her prey lies, and then, jumping into the air, 125 pounds of beautiful Dennehy slam down onto Kylie's defenseless form, avalanching the poor woman. Kylie cries out upon impact, and merely lies there beneath Shannen, stunned, as the referee slides into position, as his hand begins to slap down on the canvas, signifying that a cover was being attempted and that the ailing beauty had a 3 count to lift a shoulder, or risk defeat. Kylie was stunned, dazed....but she still had enough mental cognizance to realize what was going on, and she managed to lift a shoulder, much to the pleasure of the Kylie Corps.].

Buck: "What a fool Kylie is! She should have just remained there, and get this all over with! She has no chance here!".

Tammy: "Kylie's got great heart, me buck-o, and has gone toe to toe with the best of them. Shannen to her feet, and, grabbing a handful of cinnamon coloured hair, she assists Kylie to her feet...and, guding her over to the ropes, begins to slide Kylie's face along the rough edge of the top rope!".

Buck: "Rope Burn! Rope Burn! Oh, I love it!".

Tammy: "Kylie cries out as her delicate features are assaulted, and tries to pull free of Shannens grasp, but she can't! What an underhanded move! The referee counts, giving Shannen to the count of 5 to break the hold or risk disqualification...and a hairs breath from 5, Shannen let's go of Kylie!".

[The Pleasant Valley Princess stumbles a few feet away, clutching her eyes, as Shannen raises her hands to the referee, innocently, as if wondering what it was she was doing that had offended the one in black and white stripes so much. The zebra admonishes the Shady one for her tactics, but is rightfully ignored as Shannen walks to her ailing prey, wraps her arms around her belly, and easily lifts Kylie up, off the ground, driving her to the canvas beneath her in a belly to belly suplex. This time, the bikini clad blond hooks a leg, going for another pin, but again, Kylie manages to lift a shoulder before the 3 count is achieved. If Shannen is angered, however, it does not show on her face, and, grabbing a handful of dirty blond hair, the Shady one again assists the Pleasant Valley Princess to her feet.].

Tammy: "Kylie had better mount some offense, and quick, or she could be in a world of hurt!".

Buck: "Kylie Sanders is already in a world of hurt! She may as well have not even woken up this morning....Shannen goes to whip Kylie into the ropes....Kylie reverses, and its Shannen that bounces off the opposite ropes!".

Tammy: "She comes barelling back at Kylie, out of control, golden hair streaming out behind her....Shannen goes for a running closeline, but Kylie manages to duck under the arm, and the Shady one bounces off of the ropes behind Ms. Sanders....again coming back at Kylie...".

Buck: "And a spinning back heelkick sends Shannen right down to the mat!".

[It appears that Shannen has made a mistake. She had had to keep Kylie grounded, keep her in her grasp, let Shannen's size and strength dictate the speed of the match. But she had gotten arrogant, thinking Kylie easy prey. Inexperience had thrown the Pleasant Valley Princess at the ropes....and now the bikini clad blond lay on the canvas, arms and legs splayed, her firm breasts quivering with the impact from within the confines of her black bikini top. But she was down for only a second; an instant later, she was back on her feet, dashing at the impudent blond, hoping to catch her offguard with quick reaction. But Kylie was ready...and, jumping into the air, she wrapped her legs around Shannen's head, her short covered crotch tightly pressed to the Shady ones face, and a backflip sent the bikini clad blond head over heels, a picture perfect hurriancrana to secure her amongst the ranks of the dazed and confused. But the fight had not left the youngster, not at all....acting purely on instinct, Shannen again struggles to her feet, and dashes at Kylie Sanders...who lunges into the air, slamming into Shannen's statuesque figure knocking her off of her feet in a flying bodypress.].

Tammy: "And some high flying acrobatics gives Kylie Sanders the advantage! Shannen cries out as she is driven to the ground, beneath Kylie's tiny figure, and just lies there, as the referee starts to count, this match could be over!".

Buck: "Not even close, my poor delusional co host! Shannen manages to power herself out of the move, tossing Kylie a few feet away, and she rolls to her side, head bowed, face obscured behind a sea of blond locks.".

Tammy: "She really needs time to recuperate, but there's no way that Kylie is going to give it to her! A handful of blond hair, guiding Shannen to her feet...and once again the younger Dennehy sister is whipped into the ropes!".

Buck: "Bah! Kylie may be on top now, but it is just a matter of time before the better wrestler again gains the advantage.".

[Shannen barrels towards Kylie, out of control, her firm breasts heaving from within the confines of her black sportsbra, and inexperience keeps her defenseless as Kylie again jumps into the air, wraps her legs around Shannen's head and twists, sending the larger blond to the canvas in a flying headscissors. Shannen comes to rest on her back, and just remains there, arms and legs splayed, staring at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, her young body badly needing some recuperation time. But Kylie knows when to press the advantage; the Pleasant Valley Princess hops to the top rope, much to the cheers and whistles of the throngs of fans, and, raising her hands into the air, she flies off of the turnbuckle, through the air, driving her tiny figure down onto the much larger Dennehy sisters form. Shannen cries out, in agony, practically folding in half upon impact, and just lies there, stunned, staring at the ceiling through wounded, startled eyes, as Kylie hooks a shapely leg.].

Tammy: "What a frog splash! What impact! The referee starts to count!".

Buck: "Phew....and Shannen barely manages to get a shoulder up. Fast count, wouldn't you say, Tammy?".

Tammy: "The sheer fact that Shannen managed to buck out of the pin, after getting hit with a move like that, proves her durability. But nobody can take punishment like this for long...Kylie to her feet, and another handful of hair manages to guide Shannen to her feet...who certainly seems to be moving much slower this time!".

Buck: "Just biding her time, me darlin, just biding her time...see? Face rake from Shannen breaks the hold!".

[Indeed, the touch of manicured fingers to delicate tissue inspires a cry from Kylie's lips, makes her release her grip on Shannen's hair and stumble a few steps away, hands up to her eyes. Shannen falls to one knee, head bowed, blond hair hanging in her face. She knew that she had to press the advantage...but she also knew that she needed some rest, that her body required recuperation. So she remained down, and fortune fell upon her...for Kylie unknowingly wandered in her direction, still stunned. Before she knew it, Shannen had buried a forearm up, driving it between Kylie's shapely legs, assaulting the sensitive tissue with every ounce of strength she could muster. Kylie cried out, in agony, frozen in time, hands flying to massage her pelvic area as she stared up, at the ceiling, the entire arena aware of her pain, empathizing with the agonized emotion showing all over her sweet features.].

Tammy: "And some more underhanded tactics from Shannen....Kylie is ripe for the pickings now, and she does not struggle as she is picked up, scooped up, off the ground....and driven to the canvas beneath Shannen in a jarring powerslam." Buck: "Wow! I could feel that impact from here! Shannen is a strong one, even you have to agree with that...and she has to be the victor here tonight! She goes for the cover, trying to put Kylie Sanders away....the referee slides into position, starts to count...".

Tammy: "And a kickout at 2 and a half keeps Kylie in the game!".

Buck: "Foul! Foul! Slow count! Slow count!".

Tammy: "That was the exact same speed as the one you called a fast count, you dolt.".

[Shannen seems a little angered that Kylie refused to stay down...and she suddenly starts to choke the Pleasant Valley Princess, blatently cutting off her oxygen supply as Kylie struggles and gasps for air on the ground, shapely legs kicking out. A blatent break of the rules, and the referee starts to count, giving Shannen to the count of 5 to break the hold, or risk disqualification. Shannen stops the assault a bare moment before the 5 count, and, grabbing a handful of hair, she tugs, guiding the ailing beauty to her feet. Wasting no time, the large blond hooks one of Kylie's arms over her own shoulders, looking to be setting her up with a side suplex...when Kylie suddenly bursts into action, pulling forward, trapping Shannen in a side headlock before the Shady one is even aware of the attempted counter. Shannen cries out as her head is wrenched painfully in the side headlock, bent at the waist, her sweet, well formed ass highlighted in the hold, not an inch of it spared from prying eyes due to the tiny fabric of her black thong....and then she is pulled forward, Kylie dashing forward and lunging into the air. ].

Buck: "Flying Bulldog! Flying Bulldog!".

Tammy: "Shannen's face is brutally driven down to the canvas...and she just lies there, on her front, arms and legs splayed, I think she could be out of it! What a counter!".

Buck: "But Kylie doesn't capitalize...can't capitalize! Instead of pressing the advantage, she herself remains on the mat, rolled to one side, head bowed, cinnamon coloured hair obscuring her features...she's taken a licking, and she most definitely ain't ticking!".

Tammy:"Well, like it or not, she looks to be in better shape than Shannen right now. But neither wrestler is moving....so the referee begins to count, loudly, in the center of the ring, giving either of them to the count of 10 to get to their feet, or risk disqualification.".

[The crowd counts along with the man in black and white as he slowly and emphatically makes his count, raising his hands to the crowd to show each successive digit, his voice drowned out by the cheers and stomps of the sold out audience attempting to spur on their ailing champions. And finally, they begin to stir. Kylie latches onto the ropes, and uses them to her advantage, pulling herself slowly to her feet, while Shannen rolls to one side, head bowed, golden hair hanging in her face. It appears that Kylie has the clear cut advantage, however, as she manages to regain her footing while the Shady one has only struggled to one knee. Cathy, so far nothing but a peaceful bystander at ringside, suddenly hops up onto the ring apron and begins to argue venemently with the referee.].

Buck: "Hey, what's wrong with this referee? All Cathy wants to do is offer her sister some encouragement, but he is letting her have none of it! And...I think that he's pointing to the back! I think he's kicking Cathy from ringside!".

Tammy: "Good job, ref!".

Buck: "Well, Cathy continues to argue with the referee.....earning her younger sister some much needed recuperation time...but Kylie is having none of it! She dashes at Cathy....and a flying forearm knocks the dirty one off of the ring apron!".

Tammy: "Way to go, Kylie, taking things into your own hands......but she's taking her sights off of Shannen! And it looks as if....".

[Despite the smallness of her bikini bottom, Shannen has managed to produce a foreign object from within it, much as Cathy managed to do during the semi finals of the tag team tournament. Getting to her feet, the tall blond balls her hand into a fist, and calmly waits for the Pleasant Valley Princess to spin around. Kylie can do nothing but cry out as she is met with a fist full of steel, much to the displeasure of the fans, and then she slumps on her back to the ground, arms and legs splayed, looking as close to dream street as she possibly could. Calmly, Shannen tosses away the foreign object....and then, smiling for the fans, she reaches behind her back, gripping the straps to her black sports bra, and, though the fans may not have appreciated her methods, they had to appreciate her beauty. And her willingness to disrobe. With a naughty smile, the sports bra is removed and flung aside, fully exposing her large, well formed breasts to the sold out crowd.].

Buck: "Puppies! Puppies!".

Tammy: "Nobody could ever accuse Shannen of modesty. Kylie remains on her back, arms and legs splayed, the referee completely oblivious to what has just transpired...Shannen lowers herself slowly onto Kylie's ailing figure, and leans forward, buring the Pleasant Valley Princess's face in her considerable assets...".

Buck: "Milk run! Milk run!".

Tammy: "Can Kylie get out of this?".

[Shannen presses her breasts taunt to Kylie's face, buring her mouth and nose in her impressive bosom, cutting off the Iowa gal's air supply. Kylie is only semi concious, after the blow to the head, but she is aware that her breath has been taken from her, that she is being denied the oxygen her body so rightfully craves. She begins to limply stir, her shapely legs and arms moving about, but slowly, as if underwater. She knew that she had to break free...but her lithe body was not responding with the strength and resolve she was hoping it would. Even at full strength, she would have had problems getting Shannen off of her...now, it was fool's gold, and she slowly began to succumb, began to see the specs before her eyes, the fans watching in dissapointment as her arms and legs began to slow down, began to lose their impact.].

Buck: "The referee finally begins to pay attention to what is going on inside of the ring....being the good little puppy dog that he is, he slides down into place,and raises one of Kylie's arms....".

Tammy: "Which slumps right back down to the canvas. This can't be it....again, Kylie falls to underhanded tactics, and foul play. Bu she isn't even moving now...again her arm is raised, and again it falls.".

Buck: "and I bet that the third times gonna be the charm! And finally, one of the more promising combatants in the league will earn herself a victory! The arm is lifted...".

Tammy: "And drops....this match is over.".

Ding Ding ding.

Buck: "The match might be over...but the fun is just beginning!".

[Indeed, as soon as the bell sounds, Shannen gets off of her semi concious prey, and raises her arm to the jeers and boo's of the sold out crowd. Despite her near nakedness and impressive bosom, none are impressed with the means used to secure a victory. But the gorgeous blond acknowledges them as if the place was in a euphoric frenzy, and smiles at her sister as she enters the ring. Cathy places a finger to the referee's chest, forcing him back, keeping him from interfering as the Shady one takes up a seat on Kylie's defenseless face, her facial features fully engulfed by Shannen's bikini covered womanhood, and slowly, sensually, Shannen begins to slide back and forth, gyrating her hips, sliding her sensitive pussy all over the ridges and peaks of her fallen prey's face.].

Tammy: "This...this is deplorable! Kylie does not deserve this! I sure hope that someone gets down here and saves her from this fate, because this...this is just atrocious!".

Buck: "We are all aware of your prudish nature, Tammy...but don't spoil it for the rest of us! Cathy just watches her sister as she begins to show the effects of the erotic action....she bows her head, golden hair hanging in her face, her exposed breasts heaving with each successive motion...".

Tammy: "You really should write for Penthouse letters.".

Buck: "What makes you think I don't?".

[Kylie is defenseless, completely vulnerable and unable to stop this humiliation, as her opponent gyrates all over her facial features, bringing herself to ectacy infront of all the fans, taunting the Pleasant Valley Princess's ability to stop this. The gorgeous blond begins to moan, begins to groan, her large breasts growing rock hard, her nipples standing to attention, and, as the stunned spectators watch, the Shady one grips one of her glistening orbs, begins to play with the sensitive melon. And quicky, rhythmetically, her pussy slides over Kylie's face, each slide earning another pleasured gasp from her ruby painted lips, each slide bringing her one step closer to what she craves.].

Buck: "Oh baby....I think I'm enjoying this about as much as Tammy is....".

Tammy: "She is quite the spectacle now...moaning and groaning, her head thrown back to stare at the ceiling through lust lidded eyes, fondling herself, bucking up and down......".

Buck: "Come on, Shannen, let's see some honey....".

Tammy: "And.....very close now...cut to commercial! cut to commerical!".

[Tammy is attempting to spare the television audience from seeing what is transpiring in the ring...but the camera operators are a touch too slow. Shannen lets out a long, prolonged cry, her entire, nubile body shudders with sheer delight, and then she slumps forward, onto Kylie's semi concious figure. Only then, with the gorgeous blond lying on top of her fallen prey's defenseless form, does the camera finally cut out and switch to a commercial for Uncle Ben's Converted Rice.].

Winner: The Shady one herself, Shannen Dennehy.