The opening chords of "Pretty Woman" tear through the arena's speaker system as Chrissy and Missy Daniel step through the curtain and march confidently down to the ring. They've fought hard to get here, and they have no intention of leaving this ring without the tag team gold. They ignore the jeers of certain fans and the signs they hold aloft (CHRISSY THE ONE-ARMED BANDIT: THIS SHOT SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THE DENNEHY'S!), striding purposely down the aisle and stepping into the ring, there to await the FAWN Tag Team Champions.

The lights dim as t.A.T.u's rendition of "How Soon is Now?" begins to blast over the PA. Within seconds, the Mitchell sisters emerge at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched to the cheers of the fans, gleaming golden belts around their waists. Sophie and Cynthia make their way to the ring, slapping hands with as many of the fans as they can, a bounce in Sophie's step. Gone from Cynthia is the nervousness of her earlier days, replaced with a newfound confidence that compliments her natural enthusiasm.

Reaching the ring, Sophie slips through the ropes while Cynthia moves toward the nearest turnbuckle. Then, with an assured smile, she scales the buckles. Sophie's eyes never leave their opponents, making sure they don't come too close, as Cynthia launches herself in a backflip into the ring, sticking the landing perfectly. As Sophie punctuates her sister's landing with raised arms toward the sky for the fans' cheers, Cynthia follows her lead, basking in the cheers of the fans.

Their basking in the tumult is interrupted by the voice of Chrissy Daniel, who snarls, "Enjoy it while you can, putzes...those belts should have been ours to begin with, and we're gonna make sure they leave with who they belong with tonight!"

Cynthia shoots back with, "Don't get too used to the idea of these belts around those saddle bag waists of yours, girls." Missy takes an angry step forward, but she is restrained by her sister who says, "Soon enough, Mis. After beating the bumpkins, these two will be easy pickings."

The sounding of the bell brings an end to the posturing and, at long last, the start of the true battle. The acknowledged leaders of both teams, Sophie and Chrissy, square off first. The two warily circle one another, Mitchell mindful of the plaster cast on her foe's left arm that has already proven itself the previous week to be a useful weapon.

Realizing that the blond is focusing much of her attention on the cast, Daniel cannily feints with her left arm. Sophie takes the bait, and is rewarded with a palm blow to the chin from Chrissy's right hand. The Killer Imp then grabs her stunned opponent's left arm and twists it, jacking it up behind Mitchell's back in a hammerlock.

Sophie curses herself, but already her mind is racing through possible means of escape. But before she can attempt any of them, Chrissy suddenly releases the hammerlock and Irish whips the blond. Or, more precisely, she tries...but Mitchell reverses it, and it's the brunette who's sent sailing into the ropes, and who rebounds into a clothesline from Mitchell.

It's far too early in the match for either wrestler to fall victim to the other for very long, and as the minutes tick by, the advantage seesaws back and forth between them. Commentators Buck and Tammy are impressed that this has been such a fairly straightforward wrestling match thus far, with Chrissy Daniel engaging in none of her patented flagrant disregard for the rules. It's also pointed out, however, that this is likely to change before too much longer.

Sophie is likewise impressed with her opponent's ring skills. The tag team champs had trained with the expectation that the Daniel sisters would throw the rulebook out from the get go, but instead Chrissy, at least, is following a strategy of legitimate grappling. At one point, she has the blond down on the mat and writhing in a painful joint lock to the shoulder. "Frustrating, isn't it?" the brunette coos into the ear of her rival. "You're just like everybody else...you figured I'm only good for punch ups. But I'm a better wrestler than you'll ever be, sweetcheeks!" As an added punctuation, she gives Mitchell's arm a harder twist, eliciting a yelp from the embattled blond.

Yet, less than a minute later, it's Sophie who's back in charge, this time causing the Killer Imp to wail in an abdominal stretch! "Maybe I can stretch that spine out a bit," Mitchell mocks. "Add a couple of inches and elevate you out of midget class." Chrissy's only response is a growl of anger mixed with pain.

Daniel finally manages to inch herself to the ropes, and the hold is broken. In pain and needing a breather, she reaches out her hand and tags off with her sister. Sophie, wisely concluding that she needs to regroup herself as well, goes over to her own corner and tags with her sister.

Unlike Chrissy and Sophie, who began so cautiously, Missy and Cynthia charge at one another, snarling and hissing as they collide in the center of the ring, where they begin to angrily trade blows. Both sisters have struggled of late to escape the shadows of their more renowned siblings, and neither has the patience at this moment in time for cautiousness. After several furious moments of slugging away, the slightly larger Missy seems to be taking control, landing two fists for every one which Cynthia throws.

Which is why Mitchell suddenly shifts tactics, taking the startled blond down to the canvas with an armdrag. Cynthia then traps Missy in a half crab, bending her left leg back to the point where Daniel howls and beats the mat with her fists. But as the brunette leans further backward, her opponent takes advantage by raking Cynthia across the eyes with her nails. Suddenly blinded, Mitchell breaks the hold, and Missy rolls clear.

But even as Missy gets to her feet, Cynthia lunges at her in a football tackle, knocking the blond back to the mat. Missy scrambles up again, and this time is met with a standing dropkick that sends her hurtling backwards into the ropes. The blond's body slumps, her arms draped over the top cable. Mitchell lands a trio of kicks to her foe's stomach, causing Daniel to gasp for breath. Wrapping her arm around the blonde's head, Cynthia then rushes forward, bringing her unwilling passenger along for a bulldog! Missy's face is planted into the canvas by the impact, and she's left looking rather comical as her head and torso are flat on the mat, but her lower body is elevated by her knees, her derriere the highest part of her body. Mitchell impishly gives her rival's butt a swat, then rolls the blond over for the pin.

Suddenly, Missy springs to life, grabbing Cynthia by the tights and reversing the pin. The referee fails to see the hand full of tights, and he gets off a two count before Mitchell is able to kick out. The two women rise and start to slowly circle each other, but Chrissy yells out to her sister, commanding her to tag. Missy seems to ignore her for several long heartbeats, but then with an angry swipe of her hand, she tags out.

Cynthia opts to stay in, confident she can handle Chrissy. And this isn't mere overconfidence...she takes charge of the match with several snapmares that leave Daniel dazed, then brings the brunette over to a neutral corner and, grabbing her by the hair, rams the Killer Imp's forehead into the turnbuckle as the crowd counts along to ten. Chrissy staggers backwards, then tries to take a swing at Mitchell with her cast. Cynthia ducks the blow, and Daniel's body makes a complete 360 degree turn from her momentum. Mitchell then grabs her foe by the left arm and shoves the plaster-clad forearm into Chrissy's own face! Like some taunting schoolyard bully, Cynthia says, "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself," as she repeatedly uses Daniel's own cast against her.

Next, Mitchell Irish whips her opponent to the ropes, but it's close enough to the Daniel corner for Missy to reach out and grab her sister by the arm, keeping her from recoiling off of the ropes and back towards the brunette. But Cynthia has already launched a dropkick, and after hitting only empty air, she crashes hard to the canvas.

Missy insists on making a tag, but Chrissy angrily shakes her off and moves in on her fallen prey. Landing a blow from her cast to the small of Mitchell's back, the Killer Imp snarls, "How's that feel, huh?" Her tone then changes, dripping false sincerity as a cruel smile twists her lips. "Here, let me help you up," she says, gently aiding the dazed brunette to her feet. "Y'know, you've a lovely voice...have you ever considered being a singer? I'm 'casting' for my new musical group." And an instant later, the brunette swings her left arm, arcing it up so that the cast smashes flush into the groin of her rival. Cynthia's piercing scream echoes throughout the arena as she collapses to the mat. "Oh, good...you're a soprano. I need one of those!"

Yet despite her agony, Cynthia manages to suddenly somersault towards her corner. Chrissy rushes to try to prevent the tag, but she's a half-second too late and the hands of the Mitchell sisters slap together. Sophie leaps into the ring, and she and Daniel begin struggling for control. Gone is any semblance of finesse as the two arch rivals tear into one another hammer and tongs.

Meantime, frustrated that her self-absorbed kid sister is again insisting on doing everything herself, Missy abandons her post in the corner and jumps down to ringside, where she manages to sneak up behind Cynthia Mitchell, who is still trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. Grabbing the startled brunette by the ankles, Daniel yanks Cynthia from the ring apron to the cement floor, where she begins to stomp away at her foe. She then hauls Mitchell up by the hair and whips her into the steel barrier separating the ring from the fans. Mitchell groans in pain as she sinks to her butt. Missy then plants the sole of her boot against Cynthia's throat choking her.

Back in the ring, things suddenly take an unexpected turn as Chrissy swings her cast out, intending to connect with Sophie's face, but she hadn't realized the referee was leaning in close at that very moment. And with a sickening thud, the plaster cast smashes into the side of the official's head, causing him to drop like a sack of potatos to the mat. Both wrestlers stare uncertainly at the unmoving ref for several moments, until Daniel finally spits out "Putz!" at the fallen zebra and turns her attention back to Sophie.

However, Mitchell moves a shade quicker, and she manages to snake her arms around her opponent's head in a sleeper hold. Chrissy's arms flail as darkness slowly clouds her vision. Had Missy been paying attention to the fight in the ring, she could have jumped in and aided her sister. But the blond Daniel was too intent on choking Cynthia into oblivion at ringside to look up and see what was occurring.

But someone else was watching. Dirty Cathy and Shady Shannen, the Dennehy sisters, suddenly bolt down the aisle from backstage. Cathy slides under the ropes into the ring and nails the unsuspecting Sophie from behind with a double axe handle blow. A stunner leaves Mitchell prone on the mat alongside the barely-moving body of Chrissy. With a sinister smile, Cathy drops to her knees between both wrestlers and applies her Cat's Claw to the groins of each of them simultaneously! Mitchell and Daniel both mewl in agony, but neither has the strength to break free.

At the same time outside of the ring, Shannen clotheslined Missy, then threw her into the steel ring steps, the impact leaving the blond nearly senseless. A few stomps to the head from Dennehy's cowgirl boot leaves Daniel unconscious. A few more kicks, this time to Mitchell, ensures that the brunette is likewise no problem.

Shannen rolls the limp bodies of Cynthia and Missy under the ropes into the ring, then she and her sister engage in a bit of artistic redecorating. They lay Chrissy's body over that of Cynthia�s, and Missy's over that of Sophie, arranging them into '69' positions so that the faces of all four women are buried in the crotches of their opposite number. The Dennehy's then slip out of the ring as the referee finally begins to stir. In obvious pain, the official drags himself over towards the fallen bodies of the wrestlers. His head turns back and forth between them in clear confusion, but then he begins to slap his hand to the canvas once...twice...three times!

The throng explodes in a chorus of boos as the referee takes the FAWN tag team titles, offered from an attendant at ringside. However, there is no one conscious to claim them. With a shrug of bafflement, the official drapes a belt over the body of each �triumphant� Daniel.

Heading back up the aisle, both Dennehy sisters sport a look of utter smug delight. They might not have been able to claim their rightful titles from the Mitchells, but they could ensure that Sophie and Cynthia would be unable to successfully defend them. And when the time came for them to finally claim their gold, they could take them from around the waists of the very team that had so screwed them one week ago.

For the Dennehy girls at least, life was good.