The FAWN crowd was excited as usual, screaming and cheering for the next match to begin. It was a diverse bunch, carrying signs and banners in support of their favorite wrestlers. Some of the more interesting signs included: "Chrissy Daniel Stole My Husband" and "Where's Lisa?". Still, another small group of fans were seated in the front row, pale and wearing black leather and chains, obviously come in support of Miriam Gaiman.

Suddenly, the crowd's noise became even louder as 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. Kylie goes without footwear.

She disregards, as best she can, the taunts of several wildly enthusiastic Miriam backers, one carrying an abominable placard pronouncing �Once in the tag match, twice is tonight. Three in your pussy, more if you fight. Instead, she moves onto a half-dozen of the �Kylie Corps� holding a sign of their own. �Kylie kicks butt�. So her fans, some young teens, weren�t terribly inventive, their earnest devotion more than made up for it. She blows her fans a kiss and gives the gang a thumbs-up.

Kylie trots the rest of the way to the squared circle and, eschewing the steps, slides in under the bottom rope. She hops in place, occasionally checking the tension of the ropes, her hazel eyes darting through the crowd and around the ring. She shadowboxes to burn off some excess nervous energy waiting for the inevitable fade of Six Pence.

The tension was making her stomach a little queasy, her brow already damp with perspiration. Literally anything could happen in a match with Miriam Gaiman, the goal tonight, make sure �anything� didn�t happen to her.

Just then, Linkin Park's "Points of Authority" fills the arena, the lights come back up, and a figure is visible at the top of the ramp. She is a beautiful girl, in an odd, ghostly sort of way. Her skin is pale, accentuating her unnaturally bright red hair and deep haunting green eyes. Her nails are painted blood red. A black vinyl "one piece" scarcely covers her breasts and crotch, the midsection left bare save a network of thin straps in a spider web pattern. The backside of the garment is open, save for the straps supporting the top half and the thong of the bottom. She accessorizes with matching fingerless, elbow-length gloves, black silk stockings with garters, and a black silk choker.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, slowly at first, keeping to the middle of the aisle--assuring a healthy distance between her and any hands that might try to touch her. As she nears the ring, she picks up the pace, diving under the bottom rope as she reaches the apron, sliding to a halt on all fours, her tight backside elevated, drawing more than a few hoots and hollers, her eyes locking on her opponent's.

There's a manic glint to those eyes as she smiles unnervingly, appearing to almost hump the canvas a moment before backing herself into the nearest corner to await the bell. The crowd rises to a fever pitch with the overt sensual nature of every movement of the feline predator and the nearness of the hour when she might strike.

The referee calls both women to the center of the ring, explaining the rules to them. Yet, neither appears to pay him much attention, Kylie and Miriam glaring at one another, attempting to see who will break their gaze first. Suddenly, Miriam smirks and licks her lips sensuously, causing Kylie's face to flush slightly.

First point: Miriam.

After explaining the rules, the referee steps back and calls for the bell. With a smirk, Miriam calls for a test of strength. Kylie watches her cautiously before eventually stepping to lock up. But before their fingers can touch, Kylie twirls and slips behind Miriam, grabbing her from behind and bringing her to the mat with a roll-up, pinning her shoulders to the mat.

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But Miriam kicks out before the two count. The sexy dominatrix rolls to her stomach before slowly rising to her feet, only to be caught with a drop kick to the face from the Iowa beauty! Miriam moans but has little time to clutch her face as Kylie immediately yanks her to her feet and whips her to the ropes. As Gaiman rebounds, Kylie leaps in the air, wraps her legs around Miriam's neck, and sends her over and to the mat with a flying headscissors.

Miriam is again slow to her feet, when Kylie races towards her and quickly rolls her up with an inside cradle, pinning her shoulders to the mat.

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Two

Again, Miriam kicks out before the three count. Kylie grabs the red-haired vixen by the arm and helps her to her feet before whipping her into the nearest corner. Kylie charges after her and catches Miriam with a clothesline across her throat. Gaiman grabs that area just as Kylie wraps her arm around Miriam's head, driving her face into the mat with a bulldog, the crowd cheering loudly. Kylie rolls Miriam onto her back and covers, hooking the leg.

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Two

But Miriam again lifts her shoulders before the referee can slap the mat a third time. Kylie hops to her feet and brings Miriam with her again. This time, the girl from Iowa snapmares the dominatrix to the mat and moves behind her, quickly applying a figure four sleeper!

Sweat glistens off of the women's taut forms as Kylie cinches the hold, squeezing the air from Miriam. The referee slides into position and immediately begins to ask Miriam if she wishes to submit. His answer is a slow moan.

Miriam closes her eyes and purrs. "Ummm. Even better than I hoped." Miriam said in a sensual whisper. She methodically begins to bring her hands up, slowly massaging Kylie's smooth, shapely legs. "Yes, that's it. Tighter."

Not receiving quite the reaction she'd hoped for, Kylie glances to the referee who shoots her a shrug in response. Slapping the mat in frustration, Kylie reluctantly releases the hold. She yanks Miriam to her feet again and backs her towards the ropes.

The Iowa native lets loose with a series of chops across Miriam's chest, drawing "wooos" from the crowd. Kylie grins and pumps her fist in the air before whipping Miriam to the ropes. The sleek dominatrix races forwards, hits a handspring, and uses the momentum from the ropes to fling her backwards and connect with an elbow to a surprised Kylie's chest. Kylie drops to one knee, her hand to her chest, as Miriam advances upon her.

"My turn now." Miriam said.

She grabbed a handful of Kylie's hair and dragged her to her feet before whipping her to the corner. Miriam followed her in with another handspring elbow, smashing yet again into Kylie's chest. The Iowa girl clutched her chest and stumbled from the corner when Miriam snapmared to the mat, dazing the young woman. With a grin, Miriam quickly reverse-straddled Kylie's chest, her ass precariously close to the young woman's face, before applying a stomach claw.

Kylie groaned in pain as Miriam's talons went to work, attacking that tender area. The crowd wanted to jeer the action but couldn't, the males in the audience finding the sight of the Iowa beauty struggling under the sexy dominatrix's slick body more than a little arousing. As catcalls filled the air, Miriam grinned. "Do you hear that, Kylie? Even your precious fans are loving this." Miriam said. "It's because they know what we all know. Submission will forever be your proper place."

Kylie wants to respond and dispute Miriam's claims but can do nothing but attempt to escape, her struggles drawing further hoots and hollers from the crowd. Eventually, Kylie begins to buck wildly, the force of which finally knocks Miriam away and off of her. "Impressive." Gaiman mutters. "Breaking you will be so sweet."

As Kylie slowly makes it to her feet, shaking her head to revive herself, an already risen Miriam makes her way towards her. "Up and at 'em." Miriam said, grabbing a handful of Kylie's hair, in her fingers, and yanking her to standing position. A quick to the stomach doubles Kylie over before Miriam drives her face first into the mat with a handful of hair. She quickly yanks Kylie to sitting position before moving behind her and applying a sleeper.

"Nighty night." Miriam said, applying the hold with vigor. Kylie gasps for air and attempts to struggle her way to the ropes, when Miriam locks her legs around her waist in a body scissors, slowing Kylie's movement further. Kylie reaches out, desperately grabbing at air, as the fans clap, cheering her on.

"Do you feel that?" Miriam asked, her mouth to Kylie's ear. "I have you nearly beaten. Is it as good as it was when LaKeisha did it?"

Kylie tries to ignore Miriam's taunts, using the noise of the crowd as motivation. She slowly begins to inch her way towards the ropes, dragging herself and Miriam. The dominatrix knows Kylie's game plan and cinches the hold even tighter, causing Kylie to gasp. The air begins to leave Kylie, her eyes fluttering closed. The referee kneels close to Kylie and raises her arm, watching as it drops back down. He repeats the move and it drops a second time. He attempts a third time but Kylie's arm stays aloft. She begins to pump it in the air, the crowd spurring her on.

Miriam continues to apply the hold but Kylie begins to inch closer to the ropes, finally tagging them with her foot. The referee reminds Miriam that she has to release the hold and she does so reluctantly. Miriam stands to her feet and begins to attack the prone Kylie with kicks and stomps. She drags Kylie to her feet and shoves her roughly in the corner, driving an elbow into her stomach and doubling her over. Miriam whips Kylie to the opposite corner, only to have the Iowa girl reverse, sending the dominatrix flying instead. As Miriam connects with the padding, Kylie races after her and connects with a drop kick to Miriam's chest. Sending her slumping in the corner. Kylie grins and follows with a spinning neckbreaker, sending Miriam crashing to the mat.

Kylie signals to the crowd and hops to the top turnbuckle. She perches herself there, tossing a look to the prone Miriam. Kylie then proceeds to clap, the audience joining her. The young woman leaps off with a perfect frog splash. Unfortunately, Miriam rolls out of the way.

Kylie smashes face first into the mat as the wily, red-haired vixen stands to her feet, stalking her foe like a cat. She pounces on the prone Kylie, immediately trapping her in an STF! Kylie grimaces in pain and immediately struggles her way to the ropes, grabbing a handful of them and forcing a break.

"Feisty, little thing, aren't you?" Miriam asks.

Kylie attempts to catch her breath but doesn't get an opportunity, as Miriam drags her to her feet and slams her roughly to the mat. The dominatrix the scales the turnbuckles before perching herself on the top. She flies off with a moonsault but a prone Kylie has enough strength to roll out of the way. The crowd cheers for the turn of events, shouting for Kylie to get back into things.

Clutching her stomach, Miriam is first to her feet. She charges a still rising Kylie, only to be caught with a shoulder to the midsection. As Miriam doubles over, Kylie traps her in an inside cradle.

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The fans let out a collective disappointed sigh as Miriam kicks out before the three count. Kylie makes it to her feet slowly and mounts the top turnbuckle. As Miriam rises, Kylie leaps off with a missile drop kick, catching Miriam flush in the chest. Clapping, Kylie gestures to the crowd that she's going to repeat the move. The plucky, young woman mounts the opposite turnbuckle and waits for Miriam to rise. She leaps off again, but the dominatrix side steps the move, Kylie landing on the hard canvas.

Miriam grins and makes her way over to the prone Kylie. She drags Kylie to her feet by a handful of hair and slams her roughly to the mat. Miriam scales the turnbuckles again and the crowd screams for Kylie to get up but it's too late as Miriam flies off with another moonsault, this one not missing the mark. Miriam covers Kylie, hooking the leg. One

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Before the referee can count the three, Miriam yanks Kylie up, removing her shoulders from the mat. "Not just yet." Miriam said to the protesting referee. The wily redhead rolled Kylie onto her stomach and applied her Face of Death! Kylie screamed in pain, tears in her eyes, as Miriam wrenched back on her neck, pulling with all of her might. The referee asked Kylie if she wished to surrender but she shook her head. "Ask her again." Miriam demanded. "Ask her again!"

The referee asked Kylie again and she refused to submit. With the fans cheering Kylie on, she began to inch her way to the ropes again, reaching out to grab them. Dragging Miriam with her, Kylie inched closer...and closer...and closer...

"Not this time." Miriam hissed.

With that, the redhead released the hold, quickly dragged Kylie back to the center of the ring, and reapplied the Face of Death! Kylie screamed again as the pain returned to her neck, a snarl on Miriam's face as she yanked back. The noise from the crowd soon became a blur to Kylie as she tried to reach out again but she found herself too weak, grasping nothing but air.

"What do you say?" The referee asked, concern on his face.

Kylie groaned, struggling to find some way...any way to escape.

"Ask her!" Miriam growled.

"Kylie, whatta ya say? You surrender?"

"N...n...." Kylie struggled again, trying to shake Miriam off of her but she couldn't. The dominatrix had the move sealed. "Yes!" Kylie finally groaned. "I give!"

With that, the referee signaled for the bell, Miriam reluctantly releasing the hold. The dominatrix smirked as the referee raised her hand in victory, glancing towards her now sobbing foe. Kylie had put up quite a fight, nearly besting the dominatrix. But, in the end, she had fallen, as everyone knew she would. After all, was she not FAWN's favorite whipping girl?

WINNER: Miriam Gaiman.