[The FAWN arena. A huge, foreboding structure located in the heart of the city. Not officially owned by the fledgling wrestling organization, it is, nontheless, the venue where all of the house shows occured, and was rapidly becoming known only as the Nova Hotspot. The league's popularity was growing in leaps and bounds, and tonight did not deviate from that pattern; the sold out crowd were on their feet, screaming and conversing, stomping and swearing, drinking their beer and oogling the few women present in the audience. The show was soon to start, and rumour had it that there would be a newcomer to the roster. A newcomer with reputation, who had competed in many feds before, with great success. Her tactics may not have been much appreciated, but even the most begrudging had to admit her talent. So they showed their enthusiasm and waved their signs, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the cameras, some of the more apparent signs reading 'I'LL PLAY CROQUET WITH THE MASTER!', 'R.I.P., BIG D', and 'HAIL ALL TE THE GHETTO GAL!'. The camera spins around, finally, to focus on those at ringside.]

Tammy DeVille: "And welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to yet another great evening of FAWN action! I am, as always, your humble host, Tammy DeVille..."

Buck Ansome: "And that makes me Buck Ansome! We have a hell of a card here for you folks, folks, not the least of which will be our debut bout...of which I have been begging and *cough cough* dreaming of for quite some time..."

Tammy: "Quite an apt pun, I'm impressed."

Buck Ansome: "Well, rumour has it that she has returned, but we have seen nor heard neither hide nor hair of the lady since her apparent signing. Rather surprising, given how much of a camera hog she has been in the past. But now, finally, we get to see if it is all true!"

The house lights lower, several outlines of tricolored air machines zoom about the crowd, cutout shapes layered over spotlights creating the dizzying disco/aeronautic theme. The peppy strands of Foo Fighters Learn to Fly belts over the PA and on the upper stage a tiny, pale waif in a black string bikini makes her appearance. The diminutive brunette seems shellshocked at the massive throng of cheering humanity, the sounds, the lights show all for her. She smiles coquettishly and waves to the fans, taking a moment to recover from the sensory overload. Retrieving some semblance of the task at hand, she bounds excitedly down the ramp, her cadence falling into an almost girlish skip. Amazingly, she begins a tumbling run of handspring somersaults that climaxes with a stuck landing just short of the apron. The perky energy of this mighty cute, mighty mite, perhaps 100 pounds dripping wet, gathering the crowd in the palm of her hand, despite the crowds leaning to boo anything with the whiff of Francaise.]

Tammy: "Well, this woman has had some limited success over in Europe....rumour has it that she used to compete against other women for money infront of the aristocrats, as a means of entertainment."

Buck: "Bah! She may have done well in Europe, but this is America! The land of opportunity! Nice looking lady, of course....what remains to be seen is how long that bikini top stays in place. I say 5 minutes!"

[Leaping up to the canvas, she grabs the top rope and pops over, the effort in reaching liftoff clearly not a thought for this featherweight. Racing back and forth, she bounds into the ropes, the strands nearly launching her back to midring airborne, but with the grace of a kitten, she lands without a flinch before propelling herself into the opposite set. Stopping on a dime mid-ring, Cosette waves enthusiastically to the crowd, her Foo Fighters fading. Smiling brightly, she awaits her first opponent in the New World. The lights dim, highlighting the entrance ramp, and no music plays. The fans get to their feet, in anticipation, wondering if the rumours were true. The silence builds up...almost unbearably so, as they shift and stumble on their feet, none wishing to sit back down, eyes glued to the ramp. Would it be? Could it be?....]

[And then...the lights fade as small, candle like devices to either side of the entrance ramp illuminate, making the exit from the dressing room the only section of the arena not obscured in darkness. The opening chords of 'Lux Aertena', by Clint Mansell, begins to play from the arena�s loudspeakers, as the jumbotron monitor displays a grainy, black and white image of a desolate room, chains hanging from the ceiling, chains through which the camera slowly manuevers.]

[ Then, there is a burst of light as the violin driven music intensifies, and then, there she was, on the entrance ramp, all 5 foot 4 inches of her. Lisa Dream. The gothic beauty arrogantly stands on the entrance ramp, hands on her hips as she surveys the sold out crowd, barely visible due to the lights, obscured in shadows. She is wearing a black leather halter top that strains against her generous assets, and black leather pants that hug her shapely legs, the black fabric contrasting with her pale skin. The crowd cheers, wildly, for, though her debut match in this federation, her reputation preceeds her, her successes in other federations more than enough to please the FAWN crowd. Oh, true, how she had gathered some victories in the past had been downright immoral. But the crowd did not care. She was well known, a threat to contend with, and she had finally decided to return to the wrestling world. ]

[After standing there for a few moments, Lisa walks down to the squared circle to the beat of her haunting entrance theme, her walk illuminated by candle-pyrotechnics that exist to either side of the entrance ramp. Sliding into the ring with a cocky smirk, the raven haired goth struts around the perimeter of the squared circle, speaking to the crowd and showing off her *perfect* little body, barely visible due to the foreboding lighting of her entrance. After few moments of this, the lights come back on, and Lisa raises a microphone to her black painted lips.]

"That's right, all you lucky little DREAM-o-phobis, your baby in black is BACK!"

She smiled at the response.....it was just all so easy to manipulate these fans. A pause...and then she was on her way to the ring, speaking to the audience as she went.

"I know how all of you have felt these past couple of months...how you have paid those exhorbiant prices for those pieces of paper you hold so dearly to your chest, for those tickets clutched in your grubby little fingers! You have been hoping, begging, pleading, wishing...that you could set eyes upon the most dominant force in all of womens wrestling! That you could bear witness to your greatest DREAM, to your All American Sweetheart! And, baby dolls, I have felt your pain....I have seen you forced to sit through agonizing excuses for fighting, seen you struggle to keep awake while watching the Daniels and the London's of the world trip all over their own feet...and I have reciprocated! I have returned...so your prayers have been answered, and you can finally feel justified in how much you paid to gain entry here! "

"Oh, there are so many peons in the federation, and I feel as if I have but such little time. But Cosette LeBlanc...you get to be lucky number one on the Dreamy hitlist! Do you really think you have a chance against me? Against the Ultimate Image of Human *Perfection*? Darling, I am going to toss you from one end of the arena to the other like the insignificant rag doll that you are, and show everyone exactly how much you pale next to me. For, Cossy, though I am all these fans greatest DREAMS....I am your greatest NIGHTMARE! It is but a matter of time before the championship gold is wrapped around the most *luscious* waist in all of womens wrestling, and, l'il baby doll, you get to be my example. So cheer up, I'm about to make you famous. Buckle your seatbelts, frenchy, 'cause you are up for the most fun filled, action packed, soul shaking, sweet and breezy, dreamy joyride you've ever..EVER..been on. Because....well......Cosette...honey....baby doll....you had best close your eyes...and fantasize...because that is the ONLY way you will ever top....*perfection*"

Tammy: "She certainly loves to talk, doesnt she?"

Buck: "That's my Lisa! She's cocky, she's arrogant, and a hell of a gothic beauty to boot!"

Tammy: "Well, her words certainly seemed to have had an effect on Cosette LeBlanc...where she once was stretching, now she stares at the All American Sweetheart as she sweeps into the ring....I tell you, if looks could kill, Lisa would be a smouldering pile of ash right now!"

Buck: "Pffft...that would be the ONLY way that Cosette could top *perfection*...."

Ding Ding Ding

[The two women emerge from their corners and meet in the center of the ring. Both raven haired beauties are small, and diminutive, wearing black clothing, the dark garments contrasting with their pale skin. But that is where the similiarities end; while Lisa emerges from the corner with arrogance, head held high, Cosette is a bundle of nerves, hesitantly moving to meet her opponent, biting her lower lip. Once in the center of the ring, Lisa scowls down at her prey, and cockily asks her 'Who do you think you are, challenging *perfection* in such a manner?]

Tammy: "I just think she likes to hear the sound of her own voice...but Cosette glances away, if but for a second, afraid to make eye contact...and a forearm from the DREAM sends her back a few steps!"

Buck: "And already Lisa has the advantage! She hits the french beauty with multiple forearms, catching her off guard and unable to protect herself, knocking her back into a corner....Lisa to the second rope, pinning Cosette into the corner behind her...and a flurry of fists to Cosette's face!

Tammy: "Cosette cries out at each connection...then, stopping for a second, Lisa turns to the crowd, winks at them, blows them a kiss...and then backhands Cosette across the face with the same hand!"

Buck: "What a move!"

[Lisa hops off of the second rope, and parades around the perimeter of the squared circle, basking in the cheers of the audience and the hot arena lights, arms outstretched to either side of her, ignoring her ailing opponent. It had been too long. Then, the leather clad goth walks back to the corner, where Cosette is still hunched over, dazed from the punches. Lisa goes to whip her into the ropes...but suddenly Cosette reverses the hold, and instead it is Lisa barelling forward. Bouncing off of the ropes, the raven haired woman dashes back at Cosette, out of control, her firm breasts heaving from within the confines of her black halter top. Cosette bends over, meaning to flip Lisa over her prone body, but the high flying beauty hops over the french woman and hits the ropes behind Cosette. Cosette, reacting quickly, spins and jumps into the air, meaning to dropkick Lisa. But the Dream had anticipated this...and has used the ropes to stop her forward momentum. Cosette hits nothing but air and falls to the ground with a hollow cry.]

Tammy: "Some good ring savvy from Lisa Dream, she's really taking it to Cosette! But....."

Buck: "Lisa turns to the audience, her back to Cosette and taps the side of her head, showing all of the loyal DREAM-o-phobics how smart she is."

Tammy: "What arrogance. She should be focusing on Cosette."

Buck: "Bah, a trained monkey would have a better chance against our All American Sweetheart than Cosette LeBlanc."

[Buck's words may be an ominous omen, for, as Lisa continues to tap her head, and talk to the crowd, Cosette is struggling to her feet behind her. The crowd cheers, and Lisa begins to nod, glad to see that they are finally acknowledging her abilities, not realizing what it is that the audience is cheering for. But then...movement behind her. All too late, the diminutive goth spins around...and is met with a flying dropkick, one that finds its mark, hard enough to knock Lisa to the canvas with a surprised cry. Quickly, back to her feet...but Cosette is quicker, and a spinning back heelkick sends the arrogant DREAM right back down to the mat. Lisa, again to her feet...but this time it is a hurricanrana that catches her, Cosette hopping up onto her shoulders, her bikini covered crotch tight to the goth's face, and, falling backwards, she flips Lisa to the canvas, the connection earning her a pained cry, and then, Lisa is lying there, on her back, arms and legs splayed, the pain written all over her pale features.]

Tammy: "And Lisa Dream looks out of it!"

Buck: "I can't believe this, Cosette is actually mounting an offense! With some success! Wow, I thought that all the french were good for were their fries and their white flags."

Tammy: "I won't even dignify that with a reply. Cosette slides over, lies down on top of the DREAM's body, going for a pinning attempt........"

Buck: "But a kickout. Entirely expected. Lisa may not have the upper hand...but she always comes through at the end. Not much of an athlete, my little goth is, but she can mentally run laps around this brainless lackey."

Tammy: "Cosette with a handful of raven hair, tugs, guiding the ailing goth to her feet, guides her over to a turnbuckle...and slams her face down onto it! Lisa cries out, and walks a few steps away, holding her face..."

Lisa: "My face! My beautiful face!"

Buck: "Yeah, Cosette should be fined for doing damage to a work of art like that!"

[Lisa stumbles away blindly, hands to her precious features, seeminly oblivious to nothing but her own vanity. Cosette watches her for a few moments...then, seems to build confidence. She ambles over, grabs a handful of hair, spins Lisa around...and is suddenly met with a rake across the face, Lisa's nails blinding her, enough to make her cry out and raise her hands to her eyes. As quick as white lightning, the leather clad goth suddenly does a back handspring, catching Cosette under the chin with her feet, knocking the bikini clad frenchwoman to the canvas. The arobatic move has Lisa flip backwards, so she is once again on her feet, and then she is stomping away on Cosette's prone form, her black leather boots doing damage to Cosette's barely covered figure, each strike of the boots enough to inspire another cry and to cause the bikini clad frenchwoman to ball up, in a vain effort to protect her most vulnerable areas. Lisa had been angered...but now, her anger had been sated. Cosette was hers, ripe for the pickings. So, she did what she always did, what her main goal was. She cared nothing for her opponent, for the physical combat. No, it was the limelight, the center of attention that drove her, and so, raising her hands in the air, she turns to the audience and calls out:]

Lisa: "Who's your greatest sweetheart?!?"

Tammy: "Some more hot air...and only a moderate crowd response at best. Save for those who are a fan of hers. I think that people are finally beginning to remember what made her so despised so very long ago."

Buck: "Despised?!? What drugs are you smoking?!? Lisa is our All American Sweetheart, the Ultimate Image of Human *Perfection*! She is focused, and determined, and has always been a fan favourite everywhere she's gone!"

Tammy: "A DREAM-o-phobic, are you?"

Buck: "Number one charter member, baby, and the fan club president, right over here!"

[Lisa was not too impressed with the response...but the diminutive goth smiles as if she had the place going insane, and then, walking over to her ailing opponent, she aids Cosette to her feet with a handful of hair. Wasting no time, Lisa shoves the frenchwoman's head between her legs, so that she was bent at the waist, her pear shaped ass nicely highlighted by the back of her tiny black bikini bottom. Lisa raises a hand into the air, expectantly...and then *SLAP*! She smacks Cosette on the bottom, spanking the trapped frenchwoman, the connection enough to make the bikini clad beauty cry out. Cosette, realizing what Lisa is doing to her, infront of the sold out crowd, attempts to break free, tries to pull her head free from between Lisa's legs, but, surprisingly enough, the leather clad goth possesses enough leg strength to keep Cosette's head firmly trapped beneath her thighs. Again, she slaps a hand down onto Cosette's vulnerable ass, earning another embarrassed cry. It was not enough to hurt...but the emotional anguish was a million times worse than anything Lisa could have ever done to her. A sold out venue...and here she was, being SPANKED by this gothic miscreant!]

Tammy: "Oh, this must be so humiliating! Cosette is still trying to pull her head free, from between Lisa's legs, but the gothic woman has her trapped, and now her hand slaps down with greater frequency, each strike earning another cry. Oh, Cosette is not going to be too happy about this, not at all!"

Buck: "Oh, you teach her a lesson, Lisa! Teach her a lesson she will never forget! And what is Cosette going to do about this? Welcome to FAWN, baby doll, hope you brought your lotion!"

Tammy: "Well........oh! Cosette suddenly lifts up......I think she caught Lisa completely off guard! She flips Lisa over her prone body, to slam to the canvas above her...what a counter! What an escape!"

Buck: "How did someone so small manage an escape like that? I don't think anyone out there could have possibly anticipate Cosette being able to do that! Lisa to her feet....but Cosette stands even faster, and does she ever look angry!"

[Cosette fires off a kick, aimed towards Lisa's belly, but the diminutive goth reacts quickly, and grabs the foot before it can make impact. Lisa holds the foot there...perhaps for a moment too long, perhaps convinced of Cosette's inabilities. But the bikini clad frenchwoman jumps into the air, using her free foot to slam it into the side of the leather clad goth's head, knocking Lisa to the canvas with an impressive enzugiri. The DREAM cries out upon impact, but hops back to her feet...where she is met with a yakuza kick, enough to knock her tiny frame off of her feet to slam on her back to the canvas, where she lies, arms and legs splayed, a dazed expression gracing her pale features. Wasting no time, Cosette dashes at the ropes, and, hoping to the second rope, she performs a backflip, moonsaulting onto Lisa's prone form. She hooks a leg, and attempts the pin...but, showing some resiliency, Lisa bucks out of the attempt, and rolls to one side, her head bowed, raven hair hanging in her face.]

Tammy: "Cosette is in firm control! She grabs a handful of hair, pulls Lisa to her feet, and whips her into the ropes! Lisa rebounds, and comes barelling back at Cosette..."

Buck: "Will you just look at those puppies bounce!"

Tammy: "...and a flying elbow sends Lisa right back down to the ground! Somehow, the DREAM manuevers back to her feet, almost on impulse....and a bodyslam drives her right back down to the canvas!"

Buck: "Come on, Lisa, how can you let this mental lightweight toss you around like this?!?"

[Lisa, again, as if acting only on instinct, struggles to her feet, a dazed expression in her eyes...but as soon as she sees Cosette advancing, the gorgeous goth falls backwards, avoiding whatever attempts the frenchwoman was going to make. She backpedals to a corner, where she raises her hands, just as Cosette advances on her, as if warding off the aggressor.]

Lisa: "Please, Cosette, this is all just a big misunderstanding! Can't we just be friends?"

[A desperate plea....which somehow manages to stop Cosette in her tracks. The pale beauty looks to the crowd, as if hesitantly, as if asking the audience what she should do. The crowd eggs her on, telling her not to trust the DREAM, well aware of Lisa's penchant for deception. But the moment's respite was all that Lisa needed....with shocking precision, the All American Sweetheart drives a forearm up between Cosette's legs, slamming it into the vulnerable area with as much force as she could muster, strong enough to make Cosette cry out and double over, hands to her ailing womanhood, eyes wide and unbelieving as she stares at her opponent.]

Tammy: "And yet another falls prey to Lisa's manipulations. Have these women not watched her tapes before? Never take anything Lisa Dream says at face value. Ever."

Buck: "Hey, alls fair in love and war, baby doll! Lisa saw a weakness, and she's exploited it to her best advantage! Slowly, casually, she gets to her feet, taking care to dust off the front of her leather pants..."

Tammy: "Such arrogance."

Buck: "Cosette just remains there, hunched over, hands between her legs, watching Lisa through pain lidded eyes....one of the oldest tricks in the book, and she fell for it. Grabbing a handful of hair, Lisa whips the smaller woman into the ropes, where she bounces off of them and comes barelling back at Lisa, her perky little breasts threatening to spill out from within the confines of her black bikini top..."

Tammy: "And a flying kick sends Cosette to the mat!"

[The raven haired frenchwoman cries out upon impact, her hands momentarily leaving her aching pelvic area, but they return at a moments notice, the pain there too much to ignore, to pretend didn't exist. Lisa puts on a smile, backs up against the ropes, and reclines there, watching Cosette like a spider watching the fly move closer and closer to the web. The frenchwoman struggles to her feet, unknowing, her back to Lisa....but she spins around as soon as the diminutive goth swirls to motion. Not that it helps her much. Moving with satisfying speed, Lisa grips the front of Cosette's skimpy black bikini top, and tears the tiny garment from the frenchwomans body. Cosette gasps as her breasts are exposed, the entirety of her pale, flawless upper body uncovered, and a bright hue spreads to her cheeks as she lifts her arms up, to cover herself.]

Buck: "Woo hoo, I told you we would get to set eyes upon some french titties tonight!"

Tammy: "Appalling, simply appalling. Is there one woman in this league that will focus on wrestling, and skilled ring tactics, rather than stripping and arousing their opponents?"

Buck: "Hey, its a psychological edge, dahling. Lisa has done her homework...she must have known the effect that exposure would have on Frenchy LeBlanc. Look, Lisa even has her back turned to her opponent, holding the bikini top high into the air, for the benefit of the crowd, who certainly show some appreciation for Lisa's efforts!"

[Cosette was ignored, in the center of the ring. She had the opportunity to do whatever she wanted, could have struck Lisa with a million different maneuvers. But she could not. She had been exposed, and it was all she could do to stay in the ring, to hold her arms before her recently exposed breasts and just pray that this would all be over, soon. Never in a million years had she expected this...she had thought FAWN to be honorable, to focus on ring abilities rather than embarrasment. But here she was, exposed, and there was not a thing she could do about it.]

[Finally, Lisa throws the bikini top into the audience, a lucky souvenir for a loyal fan, and the diminutive goth spins around, her dark eyes once again focused on her defenseless prey. She arrogantly walks forward. Lisa jumps into the air, wraps her leather clad legs around Cosette's neck, as if in a flying headscissors...then, signalling to the crowd, she drops to the canvas, pulling Cosette's helpless upper body down to the mat with her, driving her head down into the harsh fabric. Cosette cries out upon impact...and then is motionless. Lisa's finishing move, the DayDreamer...and it served its purpose. Using her foot, the leather clad goth flips Cosette over onto her back. The pale frenchwoman limply obeys, and simply lies there, arms and legs splayed, eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. She only wears her black bikini bottom, and a pair of black shoes; her small, perky breasts are fully exposed, uncovered for all the fans to see and enjoy, the pear shaped orbs quivering with the motion of being flipped over, and glistening under the arena lights.]

Tammy: "Lisa smiles for the crowd, giving them a little wink...then, placing a foot between Cosette's bikini covered breasts, she orders the referee to make the cover."

Buck: "Now this is dominance! Cosette is not moving, I think she's out cold....The referee slaps down onto the canvas, 1...2.....3!"

Ding Ding Ding

Buck: "And a well deserved victory for the All American Sweetheart!"

Tammy: "Yes, I am sure it is quite nice for you to see that she has not changed, at all, in her months away from the squared circle."

Buck: "Change?!? Who would possibly want the Ultimate Image of Human *Perfection* to change?!? You, me, all her DREAM-o-phobics love her just the way she is!"

Tammy: "Underhanded, deceptive, vile tactics. She will do what it takes to win....but her methods leave a lot to be desired."

[Lisa takes the opportunity to roll her ailing opponent out of the squared circle, using a foot to remove Cosette's motionless form from her sight, and then, as her theme music plays, she parades around the perimeter of the squared circle, gloating in her victory and basking in the cheers and noise from the crowd. She loved the audience, loved being the center of attention...and it was here than her lust for the limelight was sated.]

Buck: "Folks, we'll be right back after this short commercial break!"

[Winner: Lisa Dream]