This was the main event. Manifestly a wrestling match, it had enough subplots and undertones to appeal to all with an appetite for strife and blood. The two warriors were on the fringe�albeit different poles of that fringe. The champion�the blue blood. The challenger�the street punk. Neither respected anyone or anything other than herself and her aspirations. Rules were irrelevant. Fans were irrelevant. But it was a spectacle no one would dare miss. Two women most fans loved to hate. Enough venom to make the grass and trees outside the arena wilt. The biggest question for the onlookers was whether or not the ring would buckle under the weight of the two immense egos.

The tension is thick as the ring announcer hands the microphone to FAWN CEO Bethany Christian. A mix of cheers and jeers rains down upon the powerful woman. She�s a diva�a juggernaut, whether in a corporate boardroom or a wrestling ring. The stunning woman raises the microphone to her full lips and introduces the challenger.

Bethany: �Ladies and Gentlemen, this is one more Main Event in an evening full of them, and it is for the crown jewel of women�s combat�the Female Association of Wrestling Novas Championship. It�s a no-time limit, match scheduled for one fall. Your challenger, from Fort Worth, Texas, weighing in at 125 pounds of rock hard muscle and attitude, LaKeisha Bates!�

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 the Man or the Woman's paper chump down to defeat. If this spoiled little rich kid thought she could come into LaKeisha's house and intimidate her with her ice and bling bling, she was in for some serious disappointment AND an introduction to the baddest booty on the planet.

This was exactly the sort of stuck up, arrogant little slut she always enjoyed snapping in two. Add to that the grand stage she finally had reached, and the prize that was now within her sights, and nothing was going to keep the Nubian Princess from becoming FAWN's first Nubian Queen.

Nothing.

Bethany: �Her opponent is the longest reigning FAWN Champion in history, and the only woman to defeat multiple challengers. She�s defeated both of the other former FAWN Champions, including the woman who banished the indestructible Gothic Queen, Jewel DeVine. She is Fortune�s Favorite and the Queen of the Mountain�she is from New York City and weighs 118 pedigreed pounds. She is Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth!�

Heavy orchestral chords flow over the darkened arena. A white-hot pin spot breaks the darkness and falls upon fortune�s favorite. As Shirley Manson�s distinctive voice surges from all corners of the arena, golden spotlights join the cavalcade spinning through the crowd in wide figure-8s. Portia Ophelia VanBuren tosses her shoulder-length mane of strawberry blonde locks and struts down the aisle to the strains of �The World Is Not Enough� by Garbage, hips swaying as she turns the trip into a sashay down the runways of Paris or Milan. The crowd is agog at the champion�s change in attire, forgoing her roguish tennis togs for a black string bikini, her monogram sewn into the tiny patch of cloth on her scant derriere in sliver leaf. Simple, classic and yet with a personalized distinctiveness. Portia is obviously in delight by both the look and the looks, jaws dropping at the chic 180. The trust fund cutie pulls Gucci shades from the crown of her head and drops them on the bridge of her nose.

Patrician features held high, she glances to neither side of the aisle, stunning emerald eyes hidden behind the pitch of the lenses. She swaggers to the ring, championship belt momentarily hiding a good portion of the vast tract of flat, flawless skin rising from her scarcely covered mound all the way to her upgraded cupdom, lifted bosom with a little extra jiggle. She does her best to ignore the throngs of human cattle that rush the restraining barriers with a cascade of boos. Just before reaching the ring, she catches a petulant placard out of the corner of her shaded eyes. �$ can�t buy your way out of LK�s ass. Take a whiff for me while you�re in there. Rump shakin�. Belt takin.� She turns quickly, snatching the poster board away from its teenage owner, the boy giving the socialite a double-barreled middle finger.

Finally at her corner, Portia is elated to be ringside, distance restored between her and the hordes of wannabes and never-weres. The strawberry blonde ascends the ring steps and slides into the squared circle between the middle and top rope, no skirt to hide her compact, tight, little glutes this time. Immediately, the ring is Portia�s personal property. She saunters to each corner, pumping a quick combination into the last set of buckles. All eyes drawn to her, Portia was in her element, the center of attention and envy. No big-assed charity case, whether playa or hayta, could change that, or, for that matter, take the belt she unstraps from her waist, hoists over her head, and hands to a FAWN flunky on the outside. It was time for this Texas ghetto trash to learn that the champion had plenty of street cred in Soho, Tribeca, and the Island and more than enough talent to leave her prone in the ring, anytime she so wished.

Bethany: �A match of this magnitude requires a special referee��

Portia made a face of mock surprise, hands planted against her cheeks in very best Macauley Culkin impersonation. Giggling acidly she points at Bethany, knowingly and mockingly offers a golf clap. LaKeisha is stone-faced.

Bethany: �No, Portia, it won�t be me�but you know her well�VERY well. She�s renowned for her respect for the rules of the game and she�s big enough, strong enough, and bad enough to keep the reins on these two hellcats nice and tight. She�s from Colorado Springs and weighs 125 pounds. She is Jeanette Lansdale!�

Portia looked as if she�d been slapped with a dead fish. LaKeisha mouthed the word �bitch� before turning her back and facing the corner, slowly shaking her head.

At the top of the ramp, Jeanette appears wearing a black and white striped spandex top and tight black pants. Her long blonde hair is down and her beautiful face is calm and focused. She waves courteously to the fans as �Back in the Saddle Again� by Aerosmith issues forth from the sound system. The fan favorite receives a loud, gracious ovation from the capacity crowd. As tonight�s special referee turns her head back toward the ring, the dazzling smile disappears. She strides briskly down to the main auditorium floor and climbs nimbly into the ring.

Portia is speechless. Anyone with skin less fair would appear pale�but, Portia was Portia. LaKeisha, for her part, refused to make eye contact with the woman she once doomed to defeat at the hands of a common blue-blooded opponent. Lansdale barely managed to conceal her contempt for the two women who were sure to be at the top of her hit list.

The two principals approached the center of the ring. Similar thoughts went through both Portia�s and LaKeisha�s minds�which one did Lansdale despise more? Was she too goody-goody to try to take revenge? Was this a setup? Both realized that there was no option other than to fight. And if Jeanette wanted to overstep her bounds, the blonde would find herself retired for good.

Jeanette: �You both know the rules. Neither of you care about them, anyway. I advise that neither of you give me an excuse. But I really hope you will. You�re both too stupid to know better. So let�s get started.�

Portia turns, while LaKeisha openly sneers as she departs for her corner.

Good, thought Portia. Let Bootylicious piss off the bitch first.

The bell rings and the match is underway. The two women lock up, concerns about Jeanette receding as they focus on the more immediate threat. LaKeisha drives Portia back without much effort, backing her into the corner. Before Jeanette could call for a break, the ebony goddess unleashes a fearsome chop into Portia�s chest. The lithe champion howls in pain.

LaKeisha: �Nice boobs, Whitie�buy �em recently?�

Portia began to fume, but is quickly refocused on the task at hand, courtesy of a hip toss by the challenger. The flawless form of Fortune�s Favorite skids to a halt as the Nubian warrior pursued her. Pressing her advantage, LaKeisha pulled the overpowered blue blood up to her feet. She began twisting Portia into an abdominal stretch, but the champion countered, mounting her first offense of the match by slipping from LaKeisha�s grasp and raking her eyes. She glanced nervously at Jeanette, but her fears were allayed by the sight of the heroine yawning. Deciding to probe the boundaries, Baby Van Buren buried a kick into LaKeisha�s crotch�dropping the haughty bitch to her knees.

�Uppity bitch!� Portia huffed. �You�re on the wrong side of the tracks.�

Grabbing a handful of highlighted hair, POV lifted the ailing Amazon, and made her difficulties exponentially worse by bull dogging her to the canvas. The challenger cried out, her ample bosom heaving.

LaKeisha saw stars, but she was far from finished. She felt Portia go for the pin�and for the first time in her life, she thought the count was slow. She kicked out before the second count.

�That was a slow count, you bitch!� shrieked Portia, getting in Jeanette�s face.

�A slow Count would be your only real chance of becoming royalty, you little shrew,� said Jeanette acidly. A shove from the referee and Portia was once again on the canvas, tumbling ass over teakettle.

Ever the opportunist, Bates got to her feet, unsteadily, but ready for the next wave. The Nubian Princess unpacked the heavy artillery, wrapping her powerful legs around Portia�s midsection while the Champion was still on her shoulders and neck, ass and legs up in the air. The vise grip closed. And LaKeisha poured it on. The champion shrieked as her midsection was brutally compressed. Portia�s cunning was her greatest weapon, and she silently chided herself for allowing herself to be distracted by Lansdale. Her mind was once again fully engaged, inventorying her options. A powerful flex of LaKeisha�s thighs helped gray out Portia�s vision and raise the level of her desperation. Portia flexed her digits, and sunk them into the fleshiest part of her tormentor�s thigh.

Jeanette winced along with LaKeisha�having been at the mercy of those claws herself in the past. Six months did nothing to ease the memory.

The challenger moaned in pain, but poured on the pressure. The trapped Champion locked the other hand onto LaKeisha�s beautiful leg. They were in the center of the ring, and it was a race. Who would give out first? With her teeth clenched, and spittle flying out of the corner of her mouth, the sweat-slicked Champion dug in�and finally, the ebony beauty had to relinquish the hold. Her left thigh screamed with searing agony as a charley horse seized her, courtesy of Portia�s claw.

The two combatants untangled themselves, but Portia is the faster of the two. She fell forward; delivering a head butt to the groin that sent her challenger into a fit.

�BIIIIIIIIITTCHHHH!� screamed LaKeisha.

�Oh, I wish I didn�t do that,� sneered Portia. �I�d kill for a shower. But this shouldn�t take too long to wrap up, biotch. I believe that IS the term.�

Portia unloaded a brutal kick into LaKeisha�s ribs that flipped the beauty over. LaKeisha�s pained moan hadn�t yet ceased before Portia applied a Boston Crab and began wrenching back with all her might. Both LaKeisha�s back and her bikini top were stretched to their limits.

�Fancy meeting you here,� grunted Portia toward Jeanette. The blonde ignored her, choosing instead to watch Bates should she submit. �Haven�t seen you conscious since I tore your panties off after I beat you. I guess I gave you too much credit. I thought you�d know when you were hopelessly overmatched.�

Jeanette shook her head slowly.

�Rope break!� called Jeanette.

�WHAT?!� shrieked Portia.

The momentary distraction allowed LaKeisha to forcefully straighten her legs sending Portia tumbling backwards.

�Just kidding,� said Jeanette, batting her eyelids.

LaKeisha was up, and she capitalized in a big way. Just as her snarling opponent refocused her attention, LaKeisha�s foot connected wickedly with her vulnerable stomach. The fair-skinned socialite gagged and doubled over, while the muscled Nubian stepped up and set her up for a brain buster. She hauled the wispy Champion up and brought her back down with malice. The impact was impressive, Portia�s eyes glazing over. A spasm rocked her, the softer parts of her shaking slightly as LaKeisha applied the pin. Portia grunted, more hapless than imperious.

Jeanette slid into position.

ONE

TWO

Kickout.

LaKeisha stared daggers at the referee.

�Mighty white of you, J-Lan. I�ll make sure I finish you off next time, bitch,� spat the challenger.

�Better use a gun then, G,� Jeanette retorted. �Because I spotted you a hammer and a turned back last time and you still couldn�t do it right.�

Portia recognized an opportunity when she saw one. She struggled to her knees and came up behind Bates. Jeanette saw her sneaking up, but seemed disinclined to warn the beautiful challenger of the impending assault. She sunk in a crotch claw, sending more blades of pain into LaKeisha�s already-abused sex.

�L-low b-b-� stuttered the black woman.

�Didn�t see a thing,� said Jeanette with a shrug.

Portia looked at Jeanette.

�Remember this little number, Jersey?� asked Portia. �I believe you were begging me to stop�right before I had you begging for more!�

�Oh? Beg your pardon,� said Jeanette. The referee, clearly enjoying her position, grabbed Portia by the hair. Reflexively, the socialite�s hands shot to her hair, allowing LaKeisha to fall forward onto her face. Jeanette spun, almost losing her balance, and threw Portia a few feet across the ring, making Portia�s ass even more red than before as she landed on it and bounced over onto her stomach. Portia winced, and snarled. She wasn�t sure which was more raw, her ass or her ego.

Jeanette withdrew. The pleasure of watching the two women she hated most tear each other apart was exquisite. Like one might savor a fine wine, Jeanette motioned for the two hellcats to resume their mutual destruction. They once again locked up, and LaKeisha, again, easily powered Portia back. This time, however, the challenger drove her knee into her enemy�s toned midsection, blunting her assault. Reacting instinctively, LaKeisha lashed out with a right hook that snapped Portia�s head back. Portia�s first blow finally registered, and the ebony princess doubled over with a breathy moan.

Now it was Portia�s turn to demonstrate what a fantastic instinctive wrestler she was. Her eyes were crossed and her legs felt rubber, but she stepped up and added to both their predicaments with a spinning neck breaker.

Portia was now even dizzier than before, but LaKeisha took the brunt of the maneuver. She stared at the lights with vacant eyes.

Jeanette stepped forward and looked down at the two combatants.

�You ladies better get up. Because I�m going to count to three and pick some one to help up by her shorthairs.�

LaKeisha rolled onto her stomach and tried to push herself up onto her hands and knees, while Portia crawled weakly toward the ropes.

�Worm,� spat Bates.

�Dog,� spat Van Buren.

LaKeisha was up. Portia was up to the second rope. Almost to her feet. The Nubian stumbled over to the Puritan and put Portia�s carrot top between her cocoa-colored thighs. Grabbing Portia around her slender midsection, she pulled up. And crashed down. The pile driver knocked Portia out.

She was going for the cover when she noticed Jeanette staring at something outside the ring. LaKeisha slammed the mat, alerting Jeanette to the pin�or at least trying to. Jeanette had her eyes fixed on something outside the ring.

�Hey! Hey! Blondie! Make the fucking count, you bitch!� screamed LaKeisha.

Jeanette looked at one half of the bane of her existence with disgust.

�You�ll have to be nicer than that,� admonished Jeanette. �But I guess you don�t know any better. I�m such a softie�validating bad behavior like this.�

Slowly she got into position. Slowly she counted.

ONE

TWO

Thre�KICKOUT!

LaKeisha hopped to her feet and got right in Jeanette�s face. She shoved the beautiful woman, causing Jeanette to take several steps back. The blonde was surprised by LaKeisha�s strength, but not so surprised that she�d take that kind of treatment lightly. Jeanette stepped forward and slapped LaKeisha, then quickly hip tossed her to the canvas.

All the while, Portia was trying to figure out where she was. She saw Jeanette hip toss her opponent to the mat, and marveled at how some people just made enemies everywhere they went. This bimbo would never learn. But Lansdale was another day�today was all about Bates. Portia surprised Jeanette by quickly swooping in on LaKeisha and rolling her over. A storm of thrashing limbs and writhing torsos resulted in the champion emerging with a bow and arrow submission. LaKeisha cried out in pain, cursing Jeanette and Portia. Portia grunted mightily as LaKeisha strained furiously.

�You give up, hayta?� asked Jeanette. LaKeisha had no answer, save for the furious shaking of her head in the negative. Jeanette noticed the Manhattanite�s arms shaking furiously from the effort required to maintain the hold.

�This is going to fun to watch,� mocked Jeanette.

Finally, Portia released LaKeisha. LaKeisha flopped to the canvas and moaned, while Portia lie on her back, apparently spent. Each woman had allowed herself to knocked off her game by the woman each had claimed credit for ending. Each was taking care to catalog her transgressions during this match�the bill to be paid in full and with prohibitive interest. But the bigger fish was the other combatant�and the bigger prize the FAWN Championship. This time, it was Portia clearly beating LaKeisha back to her feet. The sagging Champion lifted LaKeisha�s dead weight up, and sent her back down to the canvas with a wicked short clothesline that nearly knocked the Nubian into next week.

She scowled at Jeanette, who smiled back and waved nonchalantly. She needed something�something to keep the black bitch down for the entire excruciatingly slow count that had greeted every pin fall attempt so far in this match. Delving into her bag of tricks, she came up with her Caviar Dreams. She applied the inverted figure four sleeper with very little resistance from LaKeisha. She watched LaKeisha�s face, inches from her sweaty crotch and silently marked time�waiting for the inevitable clouding of the eyes�the sleepy drooping of the lids.

She looked at Lansdale and stuck her chin out. She defied the blonde to interfere with this hold. There would be no slow count to save anyone. And she could hold LaKeisha here as long as it took.

Jeanette rubbed her chin.

�Looks like you have it in there pretty well,� Jeanette observed.

�You�ll never know, bitch. I doubt you�ll ever get within sniffing distance of a title shot here ever again,� retorted the Champ.

Jeanette smirked. She expected as much and was not perturbed in the slightest by Portia�s latest irreverent pearl.

�Yeah,� said Jeanette. �She�ll never get out of that. Unless she bites.�

�Bites?�

�Bites. I doubt I�d notice�� said Jeanette.

Dimly, LaKeisha heard it. This white bitch was choking her out. She was done�but�biting? She vaguely remembered insisting on white meat at a restaurant in the past week. Lower in fat, she thought absently, as she opened her mouth and brought her front teeth down on Portia�s thigh.

The blue blood shrieked.

�She�s biting me!� screamed Portia.

�So she is,� deadpanned Jeanette.

Portia released the hold, howling in pain, and Jeanette once again directly indulged in her thirst for vengeance by grabbing LaKeisha by the hair and forcing her to release Portia�s leg. Jeanette whipped LaKeisha into the corner. The Nubian slammed the corner, large breasts bouncing from the impact.

�I�m afraid I have to warn you, LaKeisha. Biting is illegal here in FAWN,� began Jeanette. �Plus it�s unsanitary. You don�t have any idea how many people have bitten that leg before you!�

Portia was back up now. She closed on the corner and rattled LaKeisha�s teeth with a series of slaps. Slaps gave way to punches. Instinctively, LaKeisha punched back. At first more slowly, then quickly, trading punches at a furious rate. Jeanette stepped back, impressed. She hoped it�d never end. She was having her fun now. Because no matter what happened, one of these two witches would leave with the FAWN title�and Jeanette would have to be the one to hand her the prize. It was enough to make the heroine sick.

But it had to end, and LaKeisha seemed to have the advantage. The punches were coming a bit more slowly now. But LaKeisha was scoring. A right rocked Portia. A left by Van Buren missed, but Bates�s left crashed into Portia�s forehead, and a right found her chin. The socialite stumbled, and LaKeisha capitalized. She wrapped her toned arms around Portia and hauled her up and back, delivering a textbook belly-to-belly suplex.

LaKeisha went for the pin.

Jeanette got into position�slowly.

ONE

TWO

Portia got her shoulder up.

LaKeisha was focused. She once again hauled Portia up. She looked at Jeanette.

�You have to count three eventually, Whitie,� chided LaKeisha. �I�m keeping tab, too, blondie�and I pay my debts!�

Portia flashed into action. She grabbed LaKeisha around the waist. The Amazon squawked in surprise�then grunted in pain as Portia pulled off an inverted atomic drop. LaKeisha fell to her back, an exhausted Portia falling on top of her.

Again Jeanette counted. Again slowly. Again, a kick out at two and three quarters. Again the two sagging warriors fought to their feet. They locked up, weakly, but with all the ferocity they could muster. Jeanette was impressed�she recognized both women for what they were: intensely tough competitors with the morals of a rattlesnake.

LaKeisha tried to whip Portia, but Portia blocked it, reversing it, which LaKeisha stopped by grabbing the rope. A kick to the midsection by Portia separated the Nubian Princess from the ropes, and she whipped one tormentor right into the other. LaKeisha Bates flew into Jeanette Lansdale, both women landing on the canvas in a heap. The blonde referee should have known�she thrashes furiously to untangle herself from the exhausted challenger.

Portia, FAWN Champion, Queen Bitch, and Mistress of Opportunism, stumbled to the corner before LaKeisha had even hit Jeanette. She slid out of the ring and hopped down. She snatched her Championship Belt, the best option in the absence of precious, and climbed back into the ring. She raised the belt, intent on seizing the day�only to have the belt seized by Jeanette. The two wrangled, but a fresh Jeanette was too much for the lithe beauty, and POV watched helplessly as Jeanette wrenched the twenty pounds of glittering gold from her grasp.

The African Beauty, trying to assume the mantle of FAWN Champion from Portia, also made a claim to her title as most Deadly Opportunist, drilling a startled Portia in the stomach, doubling her over. She secured Baby�s willowy arms, and drove her to the canvas, completing the Rump Shaker. The crowd exploded as LaKeisha grabbed one of Portia�s motionless legs, and planted her phenomenal ass on Portia�s face.

Jeanette counted.

ONE

TWO

She hesitated, and resignedly made�

THREE

�delivering the FAWN Championship to the very women who deprived her of it three months earlier.

The bell rang, and a weary LaKeisha thrust her arms up in the air, Portia�s lifeless leg falling to the canvas. Christina Aguilera boomed through the PA and LaKeisha stood, glaring at Jeanette. She turned her back toward the referee and stuck out her magnificent ass, and slapped it, telling the blonde heroine exactly what she could do with herself.

But she was soon lost in the moment.

Buoyed by her victory, the Nubian QUEEN of FAWN straddled Portia, slapping her awake. Her loss hadn�t even begun to register, her mind still in a punch drunk fog. The new FAWN Champion grabbed Portia�s top and tore it away, exposing the vanquished white woman�s small but exquisite breasts. She flipped Portia over, the very picture of dominance, and prepared to make her statement�to put Portia in her place.

Jeanette watched as LaKeisha put Portia�s bikini top between the socialite�s teeth and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. The Nubian Queen, even in her finest moment, seemed joyless. She continued to mock her defeated foe.

�Giddyup, Baby! Giddyup!� she yelled, before allowing Portia to fall to the canvas. Cold blue eyes watched LaKeisha slide Van Buren�s black bikini bottoms off�much as Portia had done to Jeanette after LaKeisha had delivered her the win. Portia�s feet slipped out of the garment, and her slender legs fell limply to the mat. The Nubian dropped her ass onto Portia�s slightly stirring face.

Jeanette left the ring.

�Come on, Baby,� panted LaKeisha as she began to grind. She reached forward; running her fingers through Portia�s finely trimmed pubic hair. Baby Van Buren never moved.

�Come on, Baby�ya gotta take your booby prize from the Queen�OH yeaaahhh,� she said.

Portia�s leg kicked out weakly, as her accelerating breath, whether from excitement of panic, we may never know, caressed LaKeisha�s hidden love box. LaKeisha explored Portia, wanting her own dose of control�Baby would understand�she�d been there before�though on a different side of the festivities. She was wired�she was the baddest bitch in FAWN, and she was claiming her prize, accelerating the Rumpshaker, forcefully thrusting, sending ripples throughout Portia�s slumbering body. Their sweat-slicked bodies were joined in this coronation dance that moved inexorably toward its climax.

Jeanette was rummaging under the ring�there. She stood. And slid into the ring.

�Oh, here�s the payoff�YEAH�who�s the-�

Neither would finish. Jeanette rose up in front of LaKeisha with a polo mallet�and drove it right into her jaw, cold justice knocking her out, back, and off Portia.

She surveyed the carnage, and decided that turnabout had been fair play. She turned, the stunned crowd a third cheering, a third booing, and a third silent. The special referee picked up the FAWN Championship, dropped it on LaKeisha�s prone form, and braced herself.

WINNER, and NEW FAWN CHAMPION: LaKeisha Bates