Voice: �It�s been written that FAWN is at a crossroads. As the ship sails, it takes the sailors with it. They all find themselves at crossroads as well. For some women��

Screen flashes to FAWN Champion Portia Van Buren standing over a destroyed Abby Hoffman.

��it is the relentless determination to stay on top of the mountain��

Screen flashes to a battered Shea London, drenched in sweat, rolling onto her side with agony etched into her beautiful face.

��for others, it�s to climb that mountain once again��

Screen flashes to Chrissy Daniel holding her ruined arm.

��or let their legacy be defined by past greatness��

Screen flashes to Holly Hotbody pinning LaKeisha Bates.

�New stars determined to replace old stalwarts��

Screen flashes to Jewel Devine lying naked and unconscious at Chrissy Daniel�s feet.

�And old favorites redefining themselves as contenders��

Screen flashes to Kylie Sanders rolling a KO�ed Cricket Munro out of the ring.

�Tonight, one woman tries to fulfill old promises and perform up to the expectations of others.�

Screen flashes to Sandra St. James walking to the ring.

�While another woman tries to show the world that it�s wrong about her place and that she�s right�that it�s her time�and she wants what she�s earned��

Screen flashes to LaKeisha Bates backing up the ramp with a joyless smile on her face.

�Tonight, it�s Sandra St. James and LaKeisha Bates, meeting at the crossroads! It�s Park Avenue or Skid Row�and we have it�NEXT!�

Pyrotechnics explode, rocking FAWN arena as the crowd goes wild.

Tammy: �Welcome, fans! We have a great night planned for you! Starting off, we have an EXPLOSIVE match featuring high fashion model and absolute bombshell Sandra St. James trying to live up to her potential against the perpetually pissed off LaKeisha Bates!�

Buck: �Well, you�d be pissed, too, Tammy, if the man was always trying to keep you down. LaKeisha hasn�t gotten nearly the credit she deserves here in FAWN. And that jobber-tastic piece of eye candy, Sandra St. James, is going to strut right into the way of an oncoming ebony freight train here tonight.�

Tammy: �Well, tonight, Bates will have the chance to prove what she�s been willing to tell anyone who�ll listen�that she�s big time and she can�t be kept down any longer!�

Lights dim.

The fans in attendance begin to cheer loudly as AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" begins to blare across the speakers. Sandra St. James steps from behind the curtains, a smile on her beautiful face. The buxom, young woman wears a gold, satin robe, tied at the waist with a matching sash. She makes a show of removing the robe, the crowd catcalling. Sandra wears a gold, fishnet bikini, a few strategically placed stars covering her unmentionables. She finishes the look with gold, vinyl, platform, wrestling boots, her blonde hair falling down her back. She walks down the aisle, slapping hands with as many fans as she can.

Buck: �Oh, you poor, sexy, doomed hottie��

Tammy: �Oh, please, Buck. Sandra is in great shape and she�s not exactly a lamb being led to slaughter!�

Sandra ascends the ring stairs and gracefully enters the ring, through the top and middle ropes. She then ascends the second turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd before blowing them a kiss. Sandra hops down from the turnbuckles and performs a few warm-up stretches, awaiting the start of the match.

Buck: �Here comes the favorite!�

Tammy: �Whose favorite?�

Buck: �You should stop persecuting any minority who wants something more than what she has, Tammy. Don�t hate!�

Tammy: *SIGH*

As Christina Aguilera's "Can't Hold Us Down" begins to pump over the arena sound system, LaKeisha Bates makes her entrance at the top of the ramp. Ft. Worth's Nubian Princess stands there for a moment; legs slighted parted, hands indignantly on her hips as she disapprovingly views the crowd. She is a golden brown vision in baby blue, a mesh bikini top barely covering her bosom and matching thong bikini bottoms exhibiting the entirety of her long, shapely legs and exquisite glutes, the ensemble finished with matching boots.

As she approaches the ring, her walk is more of a sashay down a Paris runway. Climbing onto the apron, Bates slips one leg inside the ring, then, with one leg on either side of the ropes, LaKeisha bends at the waist, and with one exquisitely slow and smooth motion slides her torso into the ring. She allows one extremely fortunate portion of the crowd a breathtaking view of the weapon she planned to use to send this helium-headed blonde bimbo down to defeat. If this little slut thought she could come into LaKeisha's house and upstage her, she was in for some serious disappointment AND an introduction to the baddest booty on the planet.

The two women face off in the center of the ring, LaKeisha�s strength advantage evident as she powers Sandra back into the corner. The referee orders a break, eliciting a scowl from LaKeisha. The ebony beauty cracks Sandra across the face with an elbow causing the blonde to cry out.

Referee: �BATES! When I say break, I mean break!�

LaKeisha: �Mighty white of you all, stickin� together like that.�

LaKeisha breaks and Sandra springs out of the corner, spearing the Texan to the canvas. Bates, enraged, rolls over, pinning the blonde beneath her and rains a series of punches into her face.

Realizing she�s got to get some separation from her more powerful opponent, Sandra thrashes furiously, trying to dislodge her tormentor, all the while absorbing LaKeisha�s wrath.

She was surprised by the strength of the Sandra�s efforts. Annoyed, she decided to relinquish her position astride the bombshell on her own terms. LaKeisha stood, and dragged Sandra to her feet.

The California girl recognized an opening when she saw one, and, striking as quickly as humanly possible, she took a page from LaKeisha�s book and raked her eyes.

Referee: �ST. JAMES! Knock that crap off! I see that again, you�ll be sorry!�

LaKeisha: �Token-�

Sandra smiles sweetly, kneeing LaKeisha in the midsection, doubling her over and cutting short what was sure to be an entertaining, though vitriolic pearl from the black woman�s tongue. A quick rebound off the ropes, and Sandra drives the Texan�s face into the canvas with a bulldog. The radiant blonde springs to her feet, accepting the adulation of her adoring fans and the bitter jeers of LaKeisha�s following.

Tammy: �A little bit of give and take in the early going, but Sandra has the upper hand.�

Buck: �She ought to. It�s two against one in there!�

Tammy: �I disagree with your assessment, Buck�as usual!�

Sandra measures LaKeisha as the hard body rises quickly, albeit unsteadily, from the canvas. LaKeisha straightens and turns right into a stunning drop kick from Sandra. The impact sends LaKeisha to the canvas once again, her shoulders hitting the canvas before her luscious ass.

Sandra bounces back to her feet, the softer parts of her exquisitely toned body bouncing as well, to the delight of the crowd. Without hesitation, Sandra leaps up and splashes down across LaKeisha�s tummy. Sandra smiles at the sound of Miss Bates�s wheezing, her breath stolen, courtesy of that splash. Hooking LaKeisha�s right leg, Sandra goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Suddenly, LaKeisha�s limp leg stiffens, and, with strength that made Sandra momentarily think of a coiled steel spring, the ebony warrior is free. Both combatants get to their feet, Sandra just a bit more quickly. The blonde steps in and delivers a DDT, once again helping LaKeisha accrue frequent flyer miles on the Feet-to-Ass route on Whoopass Airlines. Another cover by Sandra�

ONE

TWO

Buck: �And LaKeisha showing the heart of a true champion! She kicks out at two and a half!�

Sandra: �Oh, I�m feeling it!�

LaKeisha: �Y-you be feel-feeling my boot in your lily white ass in a second, shorty.�

Sandra: �Don�t you ever shut up?�

LaKeisha flips over onto her hands and knees, only to be deposited onto her back, once again.

PUNT

A boot that would have been good for a 45-yard punt and a fair catch connects with LaKeisha�s already-battered stomach. Not wasting a second, Sandra climbs to the top turnbuckle and, showered by delirious cheers from her fans, takes flight, looking to end the match quickly with her patented Stargazer. It would be the coup de grace if she could land it!

LaKeisha pulls her knees up, welcoming Sandra�s outstretched stomach back to terra firma with malice.

Sandra: �UGGHHH!!�

The blonde flipped up and over onto her back. Reflexively, she curled into the fetal position, gasping desperately for air.

Tammy: �Sandra made a bit of a rookie mistake, there. Too early to go for the Stargazer, and now both women are down. Suddenly, LaKeisha Bates has the opportunity she needs to catch her breath and get back in this match.�

Buck: �The referee counting�ONE�TWO�THREE�LaKeisha is moving�FOUR�She�s up to her knees�FIVE�Sandra rolls over�SIX�LaKeisha up to her feet�SEVEN�Sandra to her knees��

Tammy: �AND A VICIOUS ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO SANDRA�S FACE PUTS HER BACK DOWN! WHAT IMPACT! SANDRA MUST FEEL LIKE SHE GOT KICKED BY A MULE!�

LaKeisha felt it now�the satisfying THUD that she heard when her boot connected with Sandra�s cheek and the vacant look on in St. James�s eyes buoyed her spirit. She returned Sandra�s splash with one of her own, and hooked the blonde�s shapely leg.

Buck: �LaKeisha with the cover! ONE!

�TWO

Oh! St. James barely got a shoulder up. That was a slow count.�

LaKeisha slams the mat in frustration and stares daggers at the referee.

LaKeisha: �You were counting a lot faster�n that a few seconds ago, werntya, cracka?�

The referee ignored the barb, holding up two fingers for all to see. Filing away yet another perceived slight, LaKeisha pulled the ailing blonde up and twisted her into an abdominal stretch. A weak cry escaped Sandra as LaKeisha punished her.

LaKeisha: �Think you�re better than me, biatch?�

Sandra: �AH!�

LaKeisha: �AH, HELL NO!�

LaKeisha released the stretch and spun Sandra around. A solid left hook to the blonde�s jaw dazed her, and it was an easy matter for the Nubian Princess to deliver a devastating brain buster.

Buck: �Another cover!�

Tammy: �She better hook the leg.�

Buck: �ONE!

�TWO!

ANOTHER KICKOUT�THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!�

Tammy: �Buck, there was nothing wrong with that count.�

LaKeisha disagrees. Muttering a few choice words questioning the marital status of the referee�s parents at the time of his birth, LaKeisha rolls the ailing blonde onto her stomach. She stands, stepping on Sandra�s ankles and bent over, grabbing the limp arms of the sex bomb, and pulling her into a surfboard.

Sandra�s back is suddenly a searing strip of agony. She cries out as the powerful Texan wrenches her back in a direction not intended by the Creator.

LaKeisha: �Oh, you think this HARD, GIRL? This ain�t nuthin�!�

Sandra: �UGH!!!!!!!!!!�

LaKeisha: �I have the hardest job in the country every day of my damn life�just bein� me!�

LaKeisha releases the hold and rolled the beautiful woman onto her back. LaKeisha straddles her, her ass pointed toward the girl�s face. Looking over her caramel-brown shoulder, LaKeisha sneers.

LaKeisha: �Wanna see how HARD I can be, playa?�

Before the blonde could even whimper, LaKeisha pours all her bitterness and anger into a crotch claw. Her mouth curls into a joyless smile as Sandra wails in agony.

Her mind is a haze of pain and fear. And suddenly, the haze clears enough to see the rope. She reaches out. Almost�there�

Tammy: �Sandra St. James is in deep trouble�but she�s reaching for the rope��

Her hand touched the rope�barely. But it was enough.

Referee: �BREAK!�

LaKeisha: �What?!�

Referee: �BREAK! ONE! TWO! THREE!�

She saw the looking his eyes. If �FIVE� came out of his cake hole, she�d be looking at a DQ�and not the variety that hawked ice cream and wieners.

LaKeisha: �FUCK!!!!!!!!! �

She relinquishes the hold and gets right up in the referee�s face.

LaKeisha: �You been FUCKIN� me this whole match! This ho offer you sumthin� for it? You FUCK the sistah durin� the match, an�she letchoo FUCK her after it?�

Sandra could dimly hear the yelling. The referee telling the black woman to get out of his face. LaKeisha screaming at him accusingly. Pain still tore through her back�and her crotch�but she stood. LaKeisha was oblivious. The referee made brief eye contact with Sandra. If she wasn�t going to listen to him when he said to get out of his face, he reckoned she�d not listen to him if he warned her that Sandra was behind her.

Sandra grabs the startled LaKeisha from behind and takes her down with a spinning neck breaker. The Nubian Goddess convulses. She wails a few more epithets as Sandra drops an elbow into her chest. The crowd is going nuts. So is LaKeisha. Between gulps of air that taste and feel like pure agony, LaKeisha continues to rail at the official. And FAWN. And the man. He shakes his head, looking down at the ailing woman in amazement.

Playing the role of opportunist, Sandra slipped to the outside to capitalize. She walked to the corner and prepared to scale it. The crowd had been shaking the building for the last five minutes. The battered Californian could discern the slight change in their roar.

Sprinting out of the back, wearing a black business suit, was Portia Van Buren. Several times the opportunist that Sandra was, Portia pulls the unsuspecting blonde down off the ring apron. Before Sandra could register what was happening, FAWN�s master opportunist and Champion floored her with a short clothesline. She drags the stunned blonde up and delivered a swinging neck breaker. As the blonde�s stunning sweat-slicked body convulses, Portia delivers what could be the coup de grace�her East Hampton Sucker Punch�and Sandra is smashed into unconsciousness. FAWN�s longest-tenured champion rolls the woman into the ring. LaKeisha is now on her feet, screaming at the ref. Portia jumps up on the apron to get the Nubian�s attention. LaKeisha stops screaming and the confused referee stops in mid-shout, turning around. Too confused to question anything at the moment, LaKeisha picks Sandra�s limp body up and hits her with the Rumpshaker. She slumps down onto the insensate beauty, her fabulous ass eclipsing the blonde�s beautiful visage as the referee counts to three. Sandra St. James never moved.

The referee reluctantly tries to lift LaKeisha�s hand, but the angry woman slaps his hand away.

LaKeisha: �Count was still slow, massah!�

Outside the ring, Portia was clapping mockingly. Their eyes meet. Portia took a few steps toward the ring and yelled to the victorious Texan.

POV: �You know, you people can never concentrate on the business at hand. Always going on about something. Well�here�s yet another hand out from the better folk. Business as usual, Latrina, or Shasqueala, or whatever your name is. Consider it welfare�except you didn�t have to cash a check.�

WINNER: LaKeisha Bates