Tammy Deville: �Some contests demand attention because of the exceptional drama of their build-up�two women who have a history forged from bitterness and buffed to a high mirror shine by hatred. Other matches inspire interest because of the exceptional talent of their principals�speed versus strength�technique versus chaos�power versus finesse. And some matches draw because�well, because no one knows what the hell will happen, but they�ll be damned if they�ll allow such an event to unfold without their seeing it.

This match is a blend of the latter two. It features two up and coming women with completely different styles. Shady Shannen Dennehy is a tough, devious Texan with little regard for anything or anyone other than winning and her sister, Cathy. Abby Hoffman is a hippie of the �extreme� variety, whose matches seem to take place in a dimension where reality does not reign. The winner of this bizarre union will likely find herself on a fast track to contending for the FAWN Championship!�

Buck Ansome: �Did you swallow a thesaurus? Let�s get ready for the intros!�

The locker room was the same one she had seen in every FAWN venue she had seen across the country, but it suited her well... Dirty and a bit on the dark side, just like her. Shannen was beginning to like this trade. Her confidence after taking Kylie down hard and then going for a little bareback ride was at an all time high. A few weeks vacation from the ring had helped too� all of her bumps, bruises and nicks had healed up. As she tugged her black athletic bra down over her bare breasts, she imagined Abby�s face engulfed between the twin peaks, and smiled to herself. As the younger Dennehy girded herself for combat, Cathy sat in the lounge chair, watching the earlier matches, wearing shorts and plain T-shirt 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 the Haight Ashbury nightmare by herself. The two sisters had been inseparable all week after Cathy�s stunning victory over her hated rival, Lacey Montoya, as she and Cathy had worked out, studied film and in Cathy�s words, �focused�. Looking up at the mirror, Shannen pulls her hair back into a severe ponytail, leaving as little of the blonde hair for pulling as she could. Baby Dennehy 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 of lint from her tiny thong, she straightens up, her mind racing past her lessons. Keep up the fight, no matter how bad it hurts�Eventually Abby will screw up one of those high flyers and end up face down on the canvas, waiting for the Milk Run. 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. Cathy watches the monitor as one of the FAWN2 wrestlers strangles out her opponent with her own bra before breast smothering her. Watching as the EMTs hauled one torn corpse out of the ring, while the other young lady paraded her victory around the ring, Shannen realized with a start that her time had come. As the announcer on TV preps the audience for her upcoming match, there is a light knock on the door.

�You�re up sweetie!� emanates from behind the door.

The two girls look at each other with a giggle. �Sweetie? Have you been putting the moves on that cute roadie?� Shannen asks her older sister. �Not a chance�after watching you put Kylie down and well��finish her with great aplomb�, he�s had the hots for you, not me,� Cathy answers.

�Wellllll�if he likes a little post match screaming and pounding, and grunting and groaning, lets see what we can do for the poor man tonight!� Shannen replies as they step outside the door. Knowing that she won�t be heard after the two walk through the curtain and into the arena, 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. 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: �Well, Shannen looks great! I think Little Miss Altered State of Consciousness and her buddy Bonzo are in for a long night.�

Tammy: �No one likes you very much.�

As The Grateful Dead�s "China Cat Sunflower" chirps into the loudspeakers, all eyes turn to the entrance ramp. Pyrotechnic spinners shoot out heralding�nothing. Suddenly, a murmur and then a cheer blossoms from one side of the crowd. The cameras and spotlights frantically pan until they hit upon their intended quarry. A lithe, sinewy blonde with large, blue eyes that constantly smile and sparkle, walks through the audience! Her lightly tanned body radiates exuberance and energy. The crowd gives her plenty of room, as it seems her escort has those close, a bit on edge. As the blonde nears the ring, it finally becomes clear why. She is attended to by a simian! A baboon to be precise. But one that seems to walk next to her friend with a regal bearing, if a royal were to hold placards under their arm. Some of the crowd erupts as they recognize the duo from successful stints in other organizations, and even before the PA can welcome her as FAWN�s newest force of nature, much of the crowd picks up a chant. AB-BY. ABB-BY

As Abby Hoffman gets into the �Dead� groove, she starts dancing through the audience, stopping every so often to get jiggy with someone she likes. Meandering and twirling her way down, her long skirt and her tie-dye crop tee providing a miasma of swirling color. Abby gets to the guardrail, where she takes off her billowy skirt, and throws it into the crowd, leaving the Cosmic Cutie in her tie dye bikini briefs and matching belly tee. Next Abby takes off her floppy suede hat, and places it on the head of hunky guy in the front row. Playfully kissing the happy youngster on the lips, Abby gives him a hug before bounding over the barrier and onto the floor. The camera picks up on two things: Abby�s beautiful dimpled smile and the fact that the most accomplished valet/ape in women�s wrestling history, Muncle, is placing his stack of placards in Abby�s corner. Abby playfully skips a lap around the floor, slapping hands with each side of the front row, before scaling the turnbuckle and doing a back flip into the ring. Muncle, the more reserved of the two, of course follows her in.

Tammy: �Abby Hoffman, fresh off her rousing victory over Lakeisha Bates, looks like she�s ready to go, Buck. Thoughts? Never mind, look who I�m asking.�

Buck: �The two pieces of jail bait lock up in the middle of the ring. Shannen easily powers Abby back into the corner. A stiff blow to the face by the Texan!�

Tammy: �That wasn�t a blow to the face. It was an eye gouge!�

Buck: �Details, details. Shannen drives her knee into Abby�s stomach. She doubles over the flake and hiptosses her into the middle of the ring.�

Abby hits the mat and skids a few feet before rolling onto her side and scrambling to her feet. Just as she stands up, Shannen meets her with a clothesline. Abby yelps as she�s flattened back to the canvas. Shannen goes for a quick pin, but Abby kicks out before the ref can even get into place.

Urging her younger sister on, Cathy begins slamming the mat. Muncle imitates her halfheartedly. The elder Dennehy doesn�t even realize it. Muncle scoots around the ring and hands a placard to Cathy. Warily, she holds it up to read what�s on it. Laughter erupts, prompting a bewildered Cathy to glance at the jumbotron. To all in attendance, she appeared to be holding up a sign that read �My sister wets the bed!� She takes a menacing step toward Muncle, who holds another placard aloft, this one reading �Why do I feel like I�m the smart one in this conversation?� Cathy is not amused�but becomes even less thrilled when Muncle bares his teeth and beats his chest with his free hand, in true �Trunk Monkey� fashion.

Tammy: �Apparently Muncle thinks that he might be a little higher up on the evolutionary chain than Cathy.�

Buck: �Well, the stinky monkey is making his way to the other side of the ring now. Meanwhile, Abby is firing back�she sends Shannen back to the canvas with a nice dropkick.�

Abby springs back to her feet and launches herself at Shannen. The lithe blonde puts on an aerial display that�d make the Thunderbirds AND Blue Angels oooh and ahhh, twisting the Shady one around and whipping her violently to the canvas with a hurricanrana. Cathy once again slams the mat in frustration.

Cathy: �COME ON, SHAN!!!!�

Muncle holds up a placard that says �Shut Up.�

Cathy looks at the placard for a second in surprise.

Cathy: �Stupid monkey!�

Muncle holds up a placard that says �Eat me.�

Both women were slick with sweat, but Abby was clearly the fresher of the two. Shannen had had her moments, but the slender blonde had been a step ahead since Shannen�s initial offensive burst.

Tammy: �Abby drags Shannen to her feet. The resourceful Dennehy slams a fist into Abby�s face, but the Princess of All that is Groovy counters with a knee lift, a punch of her own, and an Irish Whip into the corner!�

Shannen dabbed at her lips, checking for blood. The little hippie was a lot faster than she�d believed. She looked at her fingertips. Satisfied that she wasn�t bleeding, she looked up�and saw Abby Hoffman�s crotch flying through the air. Dimly realizing that the rest of Abby was still attached to said crotch, Shannen�s eyes grew wide in surprise a second before the wind was knocked from her lungs.

Buck: �You know�there�s just something about this maneuver that I like.�

Tammy: �Abby is knocking Shannen Dennehy silly with a bronco buster. Apparently, Muncle approves!�

Outside the ring, Abby�s valet holds up a placard that says �Put her out to pasture, Abby!�

Buck: �Yeaaaahhh��

Abby abandons the broncobuster, then grabs Shannen�s ankles and pulls her to the middle of the ring. Cathy Dennehy, sensing disaster, jumps up on the apron. Muncle responds in kind, imitating Cathy once again. Abby whirls around and launches herself at Cathy, clobbering the Dirty One with a flying forearm. The older Dennehy hits the concrete floor like a ton of bricks, prompting another Muncle-gram: �One down, one to go!�

Abby jumps up on the second rope and back flips toward the center of the ring with an impromptu lionsault.

Buck: �Shannen gets her knees up!�

Tammy; �This could give Shannen the opening she needed. The Texan is slow to get up, but Abby seems to have had the wind knocked out of her, as well. The referee begins to count!� Muncle holds up a placard that says �It�s Ok. She�s alright!�

Abby rolls over, groaning, her shapely arms clutching her wounded midsection. A few feet away, Shannen has risen on wobbly knees. The dazed rule-breaker grabs two fistfuls of Abby�s hair and drags the tye-dye-clad cloned to her feet. The woozy Shannen knees Abby in her tummy.

Abby: �Ugh!�

Scooping Abby up, Shannen takes an inventory of her options. Opting for maximum impact with minimum effort, she positions Abby properly, takes two steps, and drives her to the canvas.

Buck: �AWESOME POWERSLAM! The cover!�

ONE

TWO

Tammy: �Abby barely gets a shoulder up!�

Slamming the canvas in frustration, Shannen drags the limp blonde to the center of the ring and applies a double breast claw to the nubile Californian. Abby yelps in pain as the Shady One digs in for all she�s worth.

Muncle, with a distressed scream, holds up another placard. �Hands off the merchandise!�

Abby grits her teeth as her assets are assaulted. Shannen�s mouth twists into a sinister leer as she tears the thin material, baring the Humbolt Cutie�s breasts.

Shannen: (through clenched teeth) �Looks�like�meditation�does nothing for�the bust, stoner!�

Abby squirms violently, then closes her eyes. Summoning all her self-control, she grows still. Shannen chuckles, believing Abby to be on the edge of surrender. Instead, Abby focuses all her energy, blocking out the pain and embarrassment. Her eyes flash open, and she lashes out with a shot to Shannen�s chops.

Tammy: �There�s still a ton of fight left in the Groovy Abby Hoffman!�

Buck: �Yeah. I�ll be a Muncle�s Uncle.�

Following up her first shot with another, Abby feels the pain in her bosom subside. The third blow to Shannen�s face unseats the devious blonde. Abby stands unsteadily, and drops an elbow into Dennehy�s chest.

Tammy: �Abby with a cover!

�ONE

�TWO�

Buck: �No way. Shannen kicks out. But Hoffman might have gotten enough of a breather. She�s grabbing Shannen by the hair�that�s really not very sporting.�

Tammy: �You�ve got to be kidding me.�

Abby gets to her feet, breathing heavily. She hoists a dazed Shannen up and deposits her on her back with a body slam.�

Abby: "This time it�s personal. There is a reason why that line is a classic."

Shannen groans in pain, arching her back. Abby takes advantage of the situation by driving her foot into Shannen�s exposed stomach.

Shannen: �OH!!!!�

The beleaguered Texan rolled onto her side, assuming the fetal position. Abby wasn�t about to let Shannen have a breather, however. In a haze of pain and confusion, Shannen found herself being rolled out of the ring. With a kick, the topless Californian deposited the hapless rule-breaker onto the floor.

Muncle held up his last placard. This one read: �Time to take out the rest of the trash!�

Tammy: �Abby has Shannen outside the ring�it looks like she�s going for the Strawberry Fields Shutdown.�

Buck: �Oh, I can�t watch!�

Tammy: �Abby lifts her up! Suplexes her across the cold, steel guardrail��

Buck: �You forgot unyielding��

Shannen cried out in pain as her back was brutalized by Abby�s signature maneuver. Fortunately for her, the pain only lasted for a few seconds. The topless blonde delivered her patented guillotine leg drop to complete the Strawberry Fields Shutdown, and sent the whipped Dennehy to dreamland.

Abby: "Wow they grow 'em big in Texas, but they grow 'em better in Humbolt county."

Tammy: �Abby rolls Shannen back into the ring. This should be it!�

Buck: �It should be a double count out! I counted to ten! Where�s the ref?!�

Tammy: �Shannen is out cold, but Abby�s not going for the pin. She runs across the ring, bounces off, running to the other side�she jumps off the top rope and flips into a frog splash! What a magnificent display of athleticism! This woman is a dynamo! What was that maneuver?!�

It was Abby�s new finisher�the 420. And it was totally unnecessary as the referee delivered an academic three count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Muncle climbed into the ring, using one of his placards to hide Abby�s breasts as the victorious Californian smiled broadly, her beaten opponent unconscious at her feet.