A cathartic orchestral piece starts, with thunderous brass and rolling drums.

�A birthday this big��

Scene flashes to Portia Van Buren pinning Chrissy Daniel.

��deserves a party of epic proportions.�

Holly Hotbody poses seductively, blowing a kiss to the camera.

�Tonight, the party starts with FAWN�s newest tag team��

Sandra St, James punching LaKeisha Bates. Holly Hotbody pinning Ivy Belle Armstrong.

��against one of its best.�

Cathy Dennehy forcing Sandra to submit to the Cat�s Claw. Shannen Dennehy knocking Shea London out with the Milk Run.

�High fliers, and powerhouses collide when Dangerous Curves reunites to face the Dirty Dennehy sisters!

�In our second main event of the evening, a mother fights for her daughter�s freedom.�

Sophie Mitchell, her beautiful face devoid of any emotion, wearing the skimpiest of bikinis and a dog collar.

�But in order to save her child from one of FAWN�s most wicked, brilliant minds��

Miriam Gaiman smirks wickedly.

�Natalie Roberson will face the woman who vanquished her, many years ago.�

Belle Butler Armstrong and Ivy Belle Armstrong, hands entwined together and held aloft.

�Ivy Belle Armstrong and Cynthia Mitchell will join their mothers in tag team combat with the highest of stakes!�

Cynthia dropkicks Cathy Dennehy.

�The one who submits is enslaved�Sophie will be reunited with family one way or the other!�

Kylie Sanders shadowboxing after her win over Cricket Munro.

�And a crowd favorite, the girl with a heart the size of the Hawkeye State, will take on the woman who could become her worst nightmare��

Miriam Gaiman leading Sophie Mitchell around by the leash.

�The All-American girl next door against the Dark Side�s precious Miriam Gaiman!�

Shea London raising her arm in victory.

�FAWN�s first queen tries to settle and old score with her most hated rival!�

Chrissy Daniel smothering Shea with her breasts.

��Sensational� Shea London has the series edge over the Killer Imp, Chrissy Daniel! But tonight, Chrissy tries to settle the score, and bury the hatchet�into Shea�s heart�in a Chicago Street Fight. Falls count anywhere! There will be plenty of hate to go around�For Chrissy a shot at redemption�for Shea a chance to drive a stake through the heart of her most bitter rival!

�And finally�the main event to end all main events�the greatest FAWN Champion in history, Fortune�s Favorite, Portia Ophelia Van Buren IV, takes on the Ebony powerhouse LaKeisha Bates!�

Portia holding Jeanette Lansdale�s bikini bottoms aloft, face flush with victory.

LaKeisha pinning Sandra St. James, her luscious ass planted on the KOed beauty�s face.

�For months, LaKeisha has said she�s been denied. Tonight, it�s her chance!�

Another Rumpshaker shot�this time featuring Kylie Sanders.

�For Portia, the list of victims is long and distinguished! Sweet Caroline, Cynthia Mitchell, Sandra St. James, Sophie Mitchell, Irena Malenakova, Shea London, Chrissy Daniel, Jeanette Lansdale, and Abby Hoffman. Another notch in the Champion�s belt? Or the ultimate validation for the challenger? A special guest referee will try to contain this explosive event! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN�hold on to your seats! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAWN!!!!!!!!!!!�

One year ago, FAWN had come into existence, with a mere handful of wrestlers and ambitions far more modest than their talent or broadcast standards. And in that time, the promotion had grown and flourished beyond description. The roster had swelled, to include some of the best names in the sport. The matches each week were often water cooler talk around the country for days. And now, FAWN marked the occasion with its second ever Pay Per View.

The card for the occasion was loaded with Main Event-caliber matches, and the opener was hardly an exception. Cathy and Shannen Dennehy had appeared poised for greatness in FAWN for some time now, both individually and as a team. Though neither had taken that next step into the upper echelon yet, the consensus was that the moment they would was not far away. Sandra St. James, while not having quite the same number of brushes with greatness, was also a young star with an unlimited ceiling. And for Holly Hotbody, already an established star elsewhere, she had in short order established herself as a force to be reckoned with, dispatching all comers. Both were teams of sisters, one by blood and the other by spirit. Tonight, one side would unquestionably take that next step.

*************** Back together again. It had been a trying few weeks leading up to the PPV, but it had been a rewarding week in between Shannen�s loss to Shea and the match today. Cathy delighted in the new sense urgency in her sister�s training and preparation. The rising tide of emotion in Shannen had lifted both sisters to a level of concentration and focus that neither could have attained alone.

�Penny for your thoughts,� Cathy asks, as she normally did prior to a match, trying to shoo away the butterflies both of them were feeling.

�Sorry,� Shannen starts, running her hands past her overmatched black sports bra, down over her bare tanned tummy, and over her tiny wrestling thong, �I don�t have any change, on me.� Shannen replied, playing up her reputation as not being the sharpest knife in the drawer. The younger Dennehy loved that her opponent�s underestimated her, and mistake a little inexperience for a lot of ignorance.

�How about that roll of nickels I gave you?� Cathy asks, with an innocent look. �Surely you have that on you� somewhere easy to reach.�

Reaching into her bra, Shannen adjusts something with a knowing smile, and adds, �That and a few other little tricks.� Adjusting the sports bra one more time as it tries to hold back the inevitable tide, Shannen reverses the question like a toe hold. �How 'bout you? Can you spare a dime or a thought?� Shannen ask with a giggle.

�I don�t know�.I�ve been thinking about what Sandra�s eyes are going to look like with my hands between her legs, squeezing her little love box like a ripe�� Cathy ponders.

�ONE MINUTE TO ENTRY!�

Standing, Cathy walks to the mirror, lifts her scuffed white boots to the wooden bench, and bends at the waist to retie them. Satisfied, she runs her hand up her smooth, creamy white thigh to firm butt. A baby blue thong with a wide waist band hugs her narrow hips. The thin strip of cloth dancing down between her buns and up the other side barely covers the subject in front and does nothing to conceal her backside. Straightening up, she again faces the mirror, adjusting her single ponytail, tightening it a little, and brushing back a few stands of jet black hair. Her baby blue sports bra barely covers her medium sized breasts, but the peaks of her small nipples, pressing against the semi see through material, are clearly visible.

She looks back over her shoulder, at Shannen standing behind her, tanned, a full head taller and 20 pound heavier. Her sister�s golden brown and blonde hair is tied back in an identical pony tail. Reaching back without looking over her shoulder, Cathy holds up a hand for her sister to grab.

�Let�s go get�em�� Cathy deadpans. �These are the one�s we�re supposed to beat, so lets have some fun and hurt someone bad.�

The two girls step out into the crowded hallway and quickly make their way out to the well lit arena. Cathy, still holding her younger sister�s hand, raises both girls arms in a victory salute as the spot light cascades down on them. The Dirty Dennehy Sisters are lit by the moving spotlight as the purposefully stride to the ring to face the night opponents.

Normally the Dennehy�s had very little in the way of ring music or announcements, but as the two head down the aisle at a slow gait, the mega screens behind them explodes into a close up view of Cathy, her hand hidden somewhere between Sandra�s golden, sweaty thighs as the moaning Californian passes out in a final huff o agony. With Cathy smiling a wicked smile, the ref raises Sandra�s arm and lets it drop to the mat, resulting in the win for Dirty Cathy Dennehy.

Cathy releases her death grip on Sandra�s bare hotbox with a touch of melancholy, rolling the unconscious blonde to her back. The camera zooms in even farther on Cathy�s heavy lidded eyes as she lowers herself to a straddle the blonde�s midriff, reveling in the soft tumble of Sandra�s slowly rising belly as it pushes back into her crotch. Dennehy scoots forward, delighting in the gliding path across moist skin, particularly a pit stop amidst Sandra�s warm, bare breasts. The elder Dennehy shivers as the sensation hits home, driving both the recorded crowd and the live crowd lining the aisles into a frenzy. They watch enthralled as the Dirty brunette pumps her hips atop the somnolent features of the unconscious Hollywood starlet. In slow motion, the Dirty one thrusts herself upon Sandra in long, even, and OHHH soooo practiced strides, swinging her hips forward, and dragging her barely covered crotch across the blonde�s face before beginning again. Cathy, delighted in victory, is ecstatic in conquest, her body glistening as she grinds into Sandra�s face harder and faster.

With a practiced stride, the Dirty Dennehy girls arrive ringside just as the larger than life Cathy �arrives� on the Golden State�s favorite starlet, erupting in a guttural groan.

�Guhhh, mmmuuuh.� And finally....release. The stunned audience watches as the Cathy on the monitor falls forward, debilitated from her orgasmic rush.

A momentary silence follows that trip down FAWN Memory Lane, Cathy and Shannen exuding supreme confidence inside the ring. But then, a HUGE T&A pop resounds through the crowd as "Dangerous" by Roxette begins to play and Holly Hotbody and Sandra St. James step from behind the curtains. Holly wears a red, satin, bra top, barely containing her ample cleavage, and red, low-cut, high-rise, satin, boy-cut shorts. On the back of the shorts is written the words "Caution: Extremely Hot". She completes the look with red, vinyl, knee-length, platform boots. Her auburn hair falls straight down her back. 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. They survey the crowd with a grin before high-fiving one another and sauntering to ringside.

Along the way, they both slap hands with the fans. They gingerly walk up the ringside stairs before Holly makes a show of seductively entering the ring through the top and middle ropes, the crowd catcalling and whistling. With her hands on her hips, Holly blows a kiss to the fans, awaiting the start of the match. While Sandra enters and waves to them before doing some last minute conferring with her partner.

Each team takes a moment to confer with each other, and to determine which member will start the match first. Quickly, both come to a decision. On one side of the ring, Sandra St. James slips through the ropes. On the other side, Cathy Dennehy exits the ring and settles into her corner. With that matter decided, the bell sounds.

Both women, so similar in stature, quickly lock up. But while both were of similar builds, their respective games were quite different, and that came readily into play. Almost immediately, the power wrestler had her high flying opponent scooped off the canvas, Dennehy holding Hotbody to her chest before slamming her to the mat.

The impact with the canvas practically forced Holly to sit up, the erstwhile exotic dancer offering a low moan as she did so. Shannen hardly needed a further invitation, and promptly follows up with a kick the lands flush between Hotbody�s shoulder blades. Holly groans, rolling onto her side as one hand massages her aching back.

�Wassamatter, Whorebody?� Shannen taunts. �Am I a little too big and bad for you?�

The statuesque blonde pulls Holly up, doubled over at the waist, and roughly tugs Hotbody�s head under her right arm. Clamping around Holly�s head with her right, Shannen fires repeated lefts into the redhead�s open midsection, Holly�s knees buckling with each blow as Dennehy backs her into the ropes.

Placing her left palm under Holly�s chin, the tall blonde forces her foe�s head back as she presses her into the ropes. Shannen then unloads with a knife edged chop that sends the redhead�s abundant breasts jiggling within their scarce confines.

�WHOOOO!�

Another, more forceful chop nets similar results, only this time the sound of the fleshy impact almost overwhelms the raucous response from the crowd. Holly�s head snaps forward, straining against Shannen�s palm, but the blonde holds her firm.

Dennehy leans her voluptuous body into Holly�s as she takes hold of Hotbody�s wrist. �You know,� Shannen hisses, �I�d heard you were a big pussy. I just thought that was locker room talk, though.�

With that, Dennehy sends Holly into the ropes. But Holly still has plenty of fight in her, and she chooses that moment to launch her offensive. Displaying to Shannen and to the crowd the reason she was regarded as one of the most acrobatic women in the game, Holly jumps onto the middle rope, twisting her body as she flew back at the surprised Shannen.

The blonde saw it all happening, but didn�t have sufficient time to react before Holly took her off her feet with a crossbody block. With the deft hand of an accomplished pro, Hotbody quickly hooks one of Shannen�s thrashing legs. ONE�

Shannen manages the kick out quickly, but she still finds herself at Holly�s mercy. Without rising from her knees, Holly pulls the blonde�s left leg away from her body, Hotbody uses both hands to pin the limb to the canvas. She then pushes herself airborne, performing a handstand, her body perpendicular to Shannen�s shapely gam. Though picturesque, the spectacle passes swiftly, Holly driving both knees down into Dennehy�s captive knee.

Shannen lets loose a loud scream as Hotbody grinds her knees in, but this proves only to be the beginning. Instead, Holly launches herself into another handstand, holding this one a little longer before landing her knees to the same spot.

�Gaaaawddammit!� Shannen hisses, biting her lip to prevent another scream. Not to be denied, Holly simply shifts her positioning, sliding her hands up Shannen�s leg before repeated the process. This time, Dennehy has no choice but to howl as Holly�s knees drive into her tender upper thigh.

�Oh, honey,� Holly says, �I�ve got bra straps tougher than you.� Finally, Holly climbs back to her feet, grabbing the humbled blonde by her left ankle and dragging her into the corner. Slapping Sandra�s hand, Holly drapes Shannen�s boot across the middle rope. Clutching the top rope, Sandra vaults into the ring, dropping her knees across Shannen�s abused joint. Dennehy is truly suffering, the tendons and ligaments in her knee feeling as though they had crossed the path of a flamethrower. She is unable to do little more the clutched her knee, the pain all consuming. Her eyes clinched shut, she doesn�t see Sandra racing to the ropes, nor does she see the Lionsault that connects flush with her midsection.

Again, Shannen finds her leg being hooked, this time by Sandra. And despite the pain, she is again able to kick out prior to the count of two.

Springing back to her feet, Sandra extends her hand and tags Holly back into the match. However, Holly doesn�t re-enter the ring. Instead, as Sandra pulls a hobbling Shannen up to her feet, St. James sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip. The blonde rebounds, out of control and favoring her leg, before Sandra greets her return with a spinning heel kick that almost decapitates Dennehy. Shannen crumples to the mat, on her back� where she then quickly falls victim to a 36o splash from the Seductress, Holly Hotbody!

This covers gets a two count, but once more, Shannen finds the will to escape. Holly slaps the canvas, her frustration showing for a moment, but she knows they have the blonde Amazon on the ropes. They had Shannen on the ropes. All they needed to do was keep her reeling.

Guiding Shannen back to unsteady legs, Holly sends her for one more ride, ending this journey with a hurricarana that sends Shannen sliding across the mat in a heap. The crowd was on its feet, unused to seeing the Dennehys so soundly handled. Holly grins, giving the crowd a little bump & grind before tagging in her partner.

Bursting through the ropes, Sandra eagerly advances on her opponent, helping her up and backing her into the nearest corner. A knee to the midsection doubles Shannen over, and allows the Starlet to easily grab her wrist and whip her across the ring.

Or at least try to.

Showing a second wind, Shannen startles her fellow blonde by reversing the whip. St. James slams hard into the buckles, her arms flopping over the top rope and her head thrown backward by the impact. Ignoring the pain in her knee, Shannen rushes in behind her prey, drilling Sandra with a corner splash that leaves the Starlet squashed. Her arms drop from the ropes, hugging her midsection as she flops to a seat in the corner.

Taking her time, Shannen entwines her fingers in Sandra�s golden locks, pulling her to her hands and knees before pushing her face into the middle ropes. Sandra squeals as the rubber coated steel cable grates against her eyes, Dennehy dragging her along the ropes and into enemy territory.

Their journey complete, Shannen tags out to her sister, and Dirty Cathy Dennehy enters the match for the first time.

Blinded and with one hand rubbing at her burning eyes, Sandra struggles to crawl away from the corner. Cathy merely smirks, measuring up her foe. �Remember me?� the brunette terror coos, and then sends a kick to Sandra�s womanhood that left the Starlet seeing stars. She immediately falls to the mat, still on her knees for a moment in almost comic fashion, her backside elevated as her hands worked to soothe her aching groin.

�Oh, St. Speedbump,� Cathy purrs maliciously. �You know I�ll do worse than that before we�re done.�

Cathy stands over her opponent, one foot on either side of Sandra�s torso, before lowering herself to take a seat astride Sandra�s back. Reaching down, she pulls St. James off the mat, draping the blonde�s arms over her thighs. However, instead of locking in a traditional camel clutch by cupping Sandra�s chin, Cathy inserts her fingers into the blonde�s mouth, viciously pulling back.

Sandra�s feet kick and stomp, her arms thrashing before she finds the focus to try to slip her fingers between her cheeks and Cathy�s hands. In her corner, Holly is livid, screaming at the official. �Count, will you?� she shouts. �You know that�s not even remotely legal!�

Perhaps a little tardy, the referee does move in to do his job, administering a warning count that reaches four before Cathy switches gears. Releasing the clutch, Dennehy allows the spent Starlet to slump to the mat, but she does not allow her much more of a respite than that. Instead, with the ever helpful handful of hair, she lifts Sandra up and sends her flinging face first into Shannen�s boot, extended through the ropes and into the ring. With little more than a groan, St. James simply tumbles to her back, chest heaving as she stares up at the lights.

Snarling, Cathy turns her back on her opponent, and instead presses her finger into the chest of the referee. �Where do you get off trying to tell me what I can and can�t do?� she screams, rage flashing in her eyes. �WE�RE the reason people pay to see FAWN, Opie. Not you! So stay out of our way, and just count the pins or record the submissions.�

The youthful official responded in kind, his eyes locked on Cathy�s as the two exchanged heated words. But, as those who followed the Dennehys quickly surmised, this was all a calculated ruse. For while one Dennehy was tearing the referee a new one, the other was reaching into the ring, grabbing Sandra and pulling her to the ropes, using the cables to choke the blonde out.

The crowd yelled and screamed as one, urging the official to see through this ploy, but Cathy was nothing if not an expert and pushing the buttons of others. Indeed, about the only other things she did as well was position herself, her foes and her pawns in the ring. Having realized that she would have to save her partner herself, Holly was charging into the ring. However, Cathy quickly spotted her, and turned the ref�s head to see the intruder.

For at least a moment forgetting their confrontation, the ref moves to intercept Holly. �Officials,� Cathy whispers with amused contempt. �Always so predictable.�

Sandra�s eyes were bulging, her cheeks starting to take on a more Smurf-like skin tone. Little did she know that things were about to get worse. Behind her, Cathy dropped to her knees, reaching between the Starlet�s legs and reintroducing the blonde to her dreaded Cat�s Claw.

Tears begin to stream down Sandra�s face. She wanted to scream out. NEEDED to. But Shannen�s choking deprived her of the necessary oxygen. Her anguish was excruciating, and indeed was the only thing preventing her lightheadedness from sending her into drowsy oblivion.

Glancing over her shoulder, Cathy sees that the official has almost successful navigated the Seductress back to her corner. Exchanging a wordless look with her sister, Cathy releases her Cat�s Claw while Shannen eases her choke. As St. James melts to the canvas, wheezing and clutching her windpipe, Shannen slips into the ring.

Cathy raises her hands above her head and gives one loud clap, before exiting the ring.

�Hey!� Holly shouted as the ref turned back to the action. �They never tagged!�

The official shook his head. �You�ll have to do better than that, Hotbody,� he replied. �We all heard it.�

Fuming, Holly could do little more the settle into her corner and cheer on her ailing friend and partner.

With a sense of satisfaction, and no longer favoring her rested leg, Shannen looks down into Sandra�s dazed, glassy eyes. �Night night, bitch,� she purrs, pulling the Starlet into a less than loving embrace.

Though very similar in height, Shannen is able to easily pull Sandra up, her arms expertly positioned around Sandra�s lower back. With a prolonged moan at the first constriction of the pythons around her waist, St. James wraps her legs around Dennehy�s torso in a desperate yet futile attempt to ease the pressure. Another pulse of the hug forces Sandra�s head back, eyes blinking at a pressure that bordered on indescribable.

�What do you say, Sandra?� the ref asks. �Wanna call it a day?�

�No!� Sandra spits, clearly in agony but just as clearly defiant.

In her corner, Holly stomps the apron, clapping her hands above her head. The crowd quickly picks up the rhythm, the arena coming to life with energy. It�s an energy Sandra seems to feed from, as she somehow finds the wherewithal to hit her foe with an earringer that causes Dennehy�s knees to buckle. A second earringer follows, and Sandra can feel the grip around her waist ease up.

However, before she can fire the third one that would have certainly granted her freedom, Sandra feels her abused womanhood explode in a new wave of pain, Shannen having dropped to one knee with an inverted atomic drop. St. James staggered off her opponent�s thigh, which simply gave Shannen enough room to launch herself with a diving clothesline that flips the Starlet almost a full 360 before she crashes to the mat.

The crowd groans in palpable disappointment.

Getting back to her feet, Shannen starts to reach down� but Sandra shows another flash of life, quickly rolling the tall blonde up into a small package. The referee slides into position, and Cathy is nearly apoplectic that her sister might lose twice in a row to the same tactic.

ONE�

TWO�

Kick out.

As Shannen rises to her knees, there�s a fire in her eyes the likes of which few FAWN spectators can recall seeing. As if suddenly reminded of the way in which she had lost to Shea London, the blonde Dennehy shrieks with rage. Rising quickly, she pulls Sandra up with her, practically shoving her into the nearest neutral corner. Then taking the back of the Starlet�s head, she repeatedly rams Sandra�s head into the top turnbuckle. Despite the crowd�s allegiance to the Curves, they automatically pick up the count at four, and follow it through to fifteen before Shannen ends the onslaught. Spinning Sandra around to face her, the conquering blonde doesn�t hesitate before forcefully whipping her into the opposite corner.

As Sandra�s body sags across from her, Shannen takes a moment to remove her top, the T&A marks in the crowd erupting in anticipation. The best Milk Runs were administered bare, and the best Milk Runs were also administered following a devastating corner splash. With a full head of steam, Shannen sent herself rushing on a collision course with the spent Starlet.

Only Sandra didn�t stay at home.

Though Sandra had been battered and abused, she still had enough of her wits about her to play possum. She had marshaled all of her remaining willpower to stay upright in the corner. Only once Shannen had committed herself and passed the point of no return did St. James allow her body to give out, to slump to the mat and tumble out of the corner. She caught a brief glimpse of the alarm in Shannen�s face as she mashed herself and her exposed breasts into the corner, but Sandra had more pressing concerns. As quickly as possible, the Starlet scampers along the ropes, diving to make the tag with a fully fresh Holly.

Eagerly, Holly explodes through the ropes. On the other side of the ring, Cathy senses the tide turning, and realizes her sister needs time to recover. Quickly, she too enters the ring, but Hotbody spots the movement out of the corner of her eye. Redirecting herself, Holly sends herself at Cathy, sending both herself and the brunette to the canvas with a spear that had the crowd as one on its feet.

Instead of rising from her prey, Holly mounts the more diminutive Dennehy, firing punch after punch to the brunette�s face. Cathy blocks what she can, but much of the barrage still manages to get through.

Her salvation comes from above, as a winded but recovering Shannen Dennehy pulls the Seductress by the hair off her sister and to her feet. The blonde spins Holly around to face her, but before she can attack, Holly strikes. With a blur of motion, Holly sends a kick deep into Shannen�s yielding midsection, and follows up with her trademark Hot Spot!

Holly�s finisher leaves Shannen a spread-eagled, drooling heap on the canvas, all signs of life gone from her body. Forsaking a hook of the leg, Holly goes for the cover.

ONE�

Cathy begins to stir, and sees her sister on the verge of being pinned.

TWO�

Scrambling to her feet, Cathy lunges to deliver an elbow to Holly.

Again, Holly catches sight of the flash of movement in her peripheral vision, and she quickly rolls off of her pin. As a result, Cathy�s elbow slams not into the back of her head, but instead down hard into Shannen�s exposed bosom.

With a soft moan, Shannen�s limbs spasm, the blonde Dennehy rolling quickly onto her side. For a moment, Cathy is too stunned to do anything other than look wordlessly at her victimized sister. But she is brought around quickly as Holly pulls her back to her feet, spinning the brunette around to drive a forearm into her chest.

As those two engage in battle, a recovering Sandra drags herself over to Shannen�s near slumbering form. �Your cheating ways aren�t going to help you or your sister this time, Shannen,� the Starlet promises, dragging a crawling younger Dennehy into the corner.

As both members of Dangerous Curves set their corresponding Dennehy up in a corner, Holly and Sandra climbing to the middle rope, the official throws up his hands in resignation. The match was quite clearly out of his hands now, Holly and Sandra raining punches into the faces of their hapless foes with the crowd chanting along, much more gleefully than they had for Shannen moments earlier.

�Sixteen!�

�Seventeen!�

�Eighteen!�

�Nineteen!�

�TWENTY!�

Holly and Shannen end their assaults the same way, each sending their rival out of the corner by way of a monkey flip.

Holly offers another playful bump & grind, to the delight of the capacity crowd. For his part, the referee finally decides to try to reassert his authority, and he ushers Sandra back to her corner. Sandra complies, joining her teammate in leading the crowd�s cheers.

Shannen was totally on Dream Street now, but Cathy was still conscious, and she frantically scans her surrounding area for anything that might help her. But, except for Shannen�s sports bra top, nothing was even remotely in her grasp. Still, her hand clutches for the garment, pulling it toward her.

The ref remained in the corner of the Dangerous Curves, instructing Sandra not to enter the ring again without a tag. St. James nods, but she�s not looking at him, instead gleefully looking out into the supportive crowd. Back in the ring, Holly turns her attention back to Cathy Dennehy, pulling the exhausted brunette up to her feet.

Holly never saw what hit her. Neither the punch, nor the roll of nickels held within Cathy�s fist.

Holly�s eyes cross for a second, her eyelids fluttering before finally sealing shut, the Seductress crumbling to the canvas. Not wasting a beat, Cathy then drags Shannen�s dead weight over to Hotbody, draping her kid sister across the redhead�s chest.

Finally turning back to the action, the ref sees the pinning predicament, and slides into position for the count.

ONE�

Sandra continues to lead cheers, but suddenly something in the crowd�s demeanor tells the Starlet something is wrong.

TWO�

St. James looks into the ring, and her jaw drops in horror as she spots Holly laying lifeless under Shady Shannen Dennehy. She begins to slip through the ropes, her heart sinking as she realizes�

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

No matter what Sandra did now, the match was over. And a golden opportunity had fallen by the wayside.

WINNERS: The Dirty Dennehy Sisters