Buck: �Welcome fans, for what should be an entertaining match. Kylie Sanders, FAWN�s favorite victim, will turn herself into cannon fodder once again. This time, she squares off with talented newcomer Cricket Munro.�

Tammy: �Well, I take issue with those comments. Kylie has had some ups and downs during her FAWN tenure, but she�s shown herself to be a real gamer. She�s talented, but her problem is her fragile confidence. Instead of feeling like she�s going to win every time she enters the ring, she seems to be HOPING that she�ll win�and hope isn�t a game plan here in FAWN. Cricket Munro, on the other hand has demonstrated no lack of confidence, fighting to a no-contest with Sophie Mitchell. It�s anyone�s match. We�re a few seconds from the intros�let�s get to it!�

Tammy fell silent and Buck chuckled as the lights dimmed in the arena.

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 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. Cricket has yet to gain a strong following among the FAWN denizens, but that doesn�t stop a few from taking satirical advantage of Kylie�s less than stellar record. She ignores, as best she can, one thirty-something stooge shoving a sign in her face, �Make Kylie chirp, Cricket!� A younger man, a few steps down, digs into her bruised psyche making her grimace. �Ivy, Shannen, Chrissy, LaKeisha. Go ahead, Cricket. Wipe your shoes on the mat.� Below the jab is a color spread from FAWN Magazine of Shannen peeling her abundant bounty off an unconscious Ky, Sanders� face red and glistening.

Kylie forces the dreadful remembrance from her mind with a half-stage dive into a more receptive set of fans, accepting slaps on the back and gentle tousles of her untamed locks. Fighting her way out of the loving grasp, she trots to the squared circle and slides in under the bottom rope. Kylie hops in place, her hazel eyes darting through the crowd. She shadowboxes to burn off some excess nervous energy waiting for the inevitable fade of Six Pence. Her opponent was a veritable rookie to the FAWN wars, but the apprehension the elfin brunette usually feels, of being under the microscope of the FAWN hierarchy, of having to get on a roll, remains as strong as ever. The only way to relieve the unease was to win. And this Cricket was going to find out how strong her desire was for the feelings to end.

Melanie C's "Yeh Yeh Yeh" trumpets the arrival of FAWN's newest would-be star, Cricket Munro. And as Munro makes her second appearance before the FAWN crowd and cameras, she shamelessly plays to them both, teasing and tempting the fans at home as well as the fans in the seats along the ramp as she saunters down to the ring, working all into a lather in a black string bikini that left precious little to the imagination.

As Cricket climbs onto the apron and enters the ring, making sure to bend as fully and move as slowly as humanly possible, she glances at Kylie with a look of utter contempt. Her first match had been against half of the tag team champions. Now, she was going up against a minor league call up, who'd never know what it took to rise beyond the standing of "peasant."

But that was okay, as far as Cricket is concerned. Fewer things filled Munro with more joy than putting a peon back in her place.

Kylie felt the old butterflies return as Cricket looked at her contemptuously. The clanging of the time keeper�s bell did little to quell her rattled soul, but she bravely stepped forward to lock up with her latest nemesis.

Buck: �Well, this is a surprise. Kylie Sanders actually has a size advantage here.�

Tammy: �It�ll be interesting to see if she can parlay that into a win. I don�t think she�ll change things up too much, though. Kylie knows very well that it�s not the size of the dog in the fight�it�s the size of the fight in the dog.�

Buck: �Yeah. Some little guy said that right before some big guy kicked his ass.�

Kylie and Cricket tie up in the middle of the ring, and the Kylie Corps have something to cheer immediately, as their girl powers the diminutive Manhattanite back into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Kylie complies�and gets a poke in the eye for her trouble.

Tammy: �Cricket showing that she�s as classless as they come. Her first offense of the match is an illegal eye gouge.�

Buck: �Cricket is pushing Kylie back, and seizes the advantage with a dropkick.�

Kylie was on her back before she knew what was happening. Still clearing her tearing eyes, she scrambles back to her feet, looking for her opponent. Where was she?

Her answer came as she saw the tiny socialite fly off the top turnbuckle. In the three of four seconds Kylie was down, Cricket had scaled the ropes and readied her second dropkick of the night�this one of the �missile� variety.

Munro�s feet find their mark, and Kylie is knocked to the canvas in a heap. Burning pain sears her scalp as Cricket drags her back to her feet.

�Turning in your typical stellar performance, aren�t you, Hick?� Cricket sneered. �Try not to sweat all over me, if you please, you little Iowa mutt.�

Kylie�s fear had enveloped her soul like thick, gray clouds�but a pinprick of red sunlight was peeking through as Cricket sneered at her�Kylie felt anger.

Buck: �Kylie once again showing that her number one talent seems to be acting as a stepping stone. Cricket sends the Iowa mite back to the ground with a Russian legsweep.�

Tammy: �Kylie hits the mat, but scampers to her feet. Owww! Another eye gouge by Cricket.�

Buck: �The classy New Yorker really showing that killer instinct!�

Tammy: �And Kylie showing her heart is as big as the entire Mid West, lunging forward and tackling Cricket to the mat. She did that while she was still blinded by Cricket�s eye gouge!�

Kylie was furiously blinking the tears out of her eyes, and she could see a fuzzy gold blotch that could only be Cricket�s head. Gritting her teeth, Kylie locked in a head lock and bore down, grunting as her vision returned. She heard Cricket issue a muffled curse�she heard a �fuck� and what sounded like �pig-tickler.� Kylie dug in and poured on all the pressure she could�until Cricket played her next card.

Demonstrating her own technical mat prowess, Cricket shifted her weight and rolled, taking Kylie over and putting her in a pinning predicament. Cricket bore down with all of her 110 pounds, but Kylie kicked out forcefully before the referee got to 2.

Kylie scrambled to her feet, but was quickly taken down, once again, by Cricket. This time it was an arm bar. Countering expertly, Kylie somersaulted forward to release the pressure on her arm, and stepped into Cricket. A split second later, the socialite was lying on her back, courtesy of a hip toss.

Tammy: �Kylie showing a lot of technical skill there! Cricket on her back��

Buck: �And Sanders joins her! A wicked kick to the knee from Cricket and Kylie crumbles to the canvas!�

Cricket kipped up and drove another kick right into Kylie�s crotch. The pretty Iowan moaned pitifully as the latest scourge of her existence dragged her up. A front face lock by Munro doubled Kylie over, and a nasty elbow to her lower back brought the fan favorite back to her knees.

�Peasants should learn never to challenge the nobility,� Cricket intoned pedantically. She punctuated her verbal assault with a knee to Kylie�s crotch and a snap mare.

Buck: �Looks like the beginning of the end here for Kylie! Cricket is dragging her up�off the ropes�springboard DDT!�

The referee slid into position as Cricket hooked Kylie�s shapely leg.

Buck: �ONE!�

Tammy: �Come on, Kylie!�

Buck: �TWO!�

Tammy: �No!�

Buck: �THREE!�

Tammy: �NO! KYLIE GOT HER SHOULDER UP! THE REF IS SIGNALLING IT WAS ONLY A TWO COUNT!�

Buck: �NO!�

Cricket could scarcely believe it. She screamed at the ref.

�You�d better get your head out of your ass, you idiot! I could buy and sell you ten times over!� shrieked Munro. The referee just stared at the apoplectic party animal. He guessed he could have said that she should concentrate on the fight�but merely shrugged as an unsteady Kylie rolled Cricket up from behind. The ref slid into position.

Tammy: �ONE!�

Buck: �This is a travesty!�

Tammy: �TWO!�

Buck: �Kickout by Cricket!�

Tammy: �Kylie almost steals one!�

Cricket slammed the mat, turning red. She lunges at Kylie, but the Iowan is ready, taking her over, once again with a hip toss. Before the enraged brat could get back to her feet, Kylie delivered an elbow to her chest. Kylie springs forward quickly, and executes a text book step-over toe hold, wrenching Cricket�s left knee. Once again, Cricket shrieked in pain.

Kylie dropped an elbow to the inside of Cricket�s thigh, attempting to weaken the limb enough to effectively ground her fire-pissing rival. A second elbow found its mark as Cricket yelled in protest. Kylie, now in control of the match, spun, locking in a figure four leg lock.

Buck: �Kylie Sanders, displaying some of the most under-handed tactics I�ve ever seen, has that brave girl in a figure four leg lock. That move should be banned!�

Tammy: �What under-handed tactics?�

Buck: �She elbowed Miss Munro TWICE in the groin and that bitter ref didn�t say a word�he�s the FAWN equivalent of Danny Davis!�

Tammy: �Buck, those elbows were CLEARLY to Cricket�s thigh!�

Buck: �You are so biased��

Tammy: �This is surreal��

Cricket was a lot of things: spoiled, arrogant, ruthless, hedonistic. But she was also tough. Damned tough. Summoning the strength to sit up as her kneecap felt like it was going to pop off, she began punching Kylie in the leg. It was a maneuver that would have been completely ineffective if Kylie didn�t make a big tactical error. Rather than leaning back and bearing down, Kylie sat up, also, both taking a lot of pressure off the hold, and putting her head in range of Cricket�s talons. The blue blood capitalized, hitting the cute Iowan square in the nose. Once again, Kylie found her eyes tearing uncontrollably. Another punch and Kylie was knocked to her back. Using all her strength, Cricket untangled their legs. She fell upon Kylie, raining punch after punch into the girl�s face.

Climbing off the beleaguered Hawkeye fan, Cricket tested her knee. It hurt. This little guttersnipe�s bit of strategy had worked. Apparently, even a blind pig found an apple in the mud once in a while. She pulled the dazed brunette up on her wobbly legs. An Irish Whip deposited Kylie in the corner, and another vicious punch put her on her ass.

�Dear, you are just a walking anathema to anyone with a bit of fashion sense! Look at this ridiculous shirt!� Cricket said. She pulled the shirt down Kylie�s shoulders, tugging it, along with her sports bra past her pert breasts. A slap rang Kylie�s bell, and Cricket decided to up the ante. She got up, mockingly waving to the fans, as she got a running start and delivered her patented Bitch Breaker. She bounced up and down on the bare-breasted Kylie for several seconds, finally pausing to admire her handiwork.

�Why don�t you go back to Iowa State where you were hatched? Maybe the red neck farm boys in Ames would like to have you sweat all over them, but I�m done with you!�

Buck: �Cricket is setting her up for her new finisher!�

Tammy: �The dreaded Cricketscissors? I�d hate to be in Kylie�s shoes right now!� Those gray clouds of fear and doubt in Kylie�s mind were gone now. She�d had her buttons pushed, before. But this time it was different. Cricket Munro had unwittingly started a launch sequence. As the petite blonde put Kylie�s head between her legs, Kylie made her move. She grabbed Cricket�s well-toned legs and stood. Cricket grunted in surprise, then distress as she was taken over. She hit the mat from the back body drop and flopped onto her stomach. Kylie stomped her repeatedly in the small of her back.

Tammy: �Kylie has turned the tables! She�s on fire, now! She whips cricket into the corner! A SLAP! A slap in the face from Kylie Sanders? That�s a surprise!�

Buck: �No it�s not. Sanders is a poor sport.�

Kylie, was powered now by anger. She slapped Munro across the face once again.

�Why do you girls from New York think you�re so much better than anyone from Iowa? It might be fly-over country to you�but it�s home for me�and you might think I�m just a hick�but today, I�m the queen of your world!� Kylie said through clenched teeth.

Cricket just stared at Kylie. She thought dimly that she�d hit a nerve�but that thought faded quickly as Kylie rammed her shoulder into her midsection�and again�and again. The battered socialite slumped in the corner as Kylie dragged her out of the corner by her hair and spun around�around�and around. Kylie let go. Cricket flew through the air and met the canvas most unceremoniously.

Her brain was still spinning. Frantically, she searched for her bearings. Daddy would be most displeased! Instead of her bearings, she found Kylie looking down on her. The irony of the moment was lost on her.

�That was a Cyclone, you little snot�but I�m not a Cyclone�I�m a Hawkeye!� Kylie sneered. She dragged Cricket up and hoisted over her head and back.

Buck: �Oh my God! It�s the�the��

Tammy: �The Over and Done!�

Kylie finished the move by locking in the match book pin, Cricket most definitely trapped like a bug in a glue trap.

Buck: �Right�it�s been so long since I�ve seen Sanders use a finisher that I forgot.�

Tammy: �Buck�COUNT!�

Buck: �One�

�Two�

�Three�I can�t believe it.�

Tammy: �Say it, Buck.�

Buck: �The winner of the match�Kylie Sanders.�

Inside the ring, Kylie beamed as her Corps cheered raucously. For tonight, at least, she�d found her edge! She fixed her shirt, covering her breasts. Realizing that they�d been exposed as she fought the last few minutes of the match, she blushed furiously. She looked down at the limp form of her vanquished opponent�and did something decidedly un-Kylielike. She grabbed Cricket�s bikini top and returned the favor, pulling the straps down her shoulders and exposing the beaten New Yorker�s own breasts.

�Get out of my house,� Kylie muttered as she rolled the delirious blue blood out of the ring with her foot.

The applause from the Kylie Corps was now deafening. The Iowan beamed, and playfully shadow-boxed as the cheers of her faithful showered her.

WINNER: Kylie Sanders