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.

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.

Melanie C's "Yeh Yeh Yeh" trumpets the arrival of FAWN's newest would-be star, Cricket Munro. And as Munro makes her third 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 lavender 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 Sandra with a look of utter contempt. Her first match had been against half of the tag team champions, and her second against a blind squirrel that managed to stumble across a nut. Now, she was going up against a so-called "model" straight from the weekly Sears circular. Did the powers that be truly expect this peasant to keep up with the newest shining star on the horizon?

Cricket merely smirks at the starlet, exuding confidence from every single pore of her scarcely covered body. This was HER ring, HER show, HER promotion. Sandra would learn first hand who the true celebrity was here.

The bell rang and the two women bolted toward the middle of the ring with ill intentions. Sandra�s extra seven inches and 15 pounds forced a grimacing Cricket backward into the corner. Sandra drew first blood with a wicked chop that drew a sympathetic groan from the crowd. The gorgeous socialite yelped in pain, holding her assets, allowing Sandra to grab her by the hair, hop to the middle rope, and monkey flip her back to the center of the ring.

Fueled by pain-catalyzed rage, Cricket was up in a flash. She ducked a vicious clothesline attempt by the supermodel, spun around, and lunged at Sandra as she rebounded off the ropes, spearing the fan favorite to the canvas.

A loud �UGH!� escaped Sandra�s lips, her hair now covering her face. Instinctively, the blonde goddess covered her face. Good thing too, because, also instinctively, Ms. Munro began inflicting damage, raining punch after punch into a visage that had been worth millions to Madison Avenue and Rodeo Drive.

After a dozen punches, Sandra lay dazed, gasping for air, and trying to clear her head. Cricket, at her wicked best, stood, then leapt into the air, her arms outstretched. She splashed down across poor Sandra�s deliciously flat tummy, knocking the wind out of the blonde. A shapely arm hooked a flawlessly tanned and toned leg.

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Powerful kick out by Sandra.

Cricket grabbed Sandra by the hair and dragged the big girl up.

�Nouveau-riche bimbo! All ass and no class,� she snarled, driving a knee into Sandra�s stomach. Sandra fell to one knee, Cricket ready to strike again. Sandra�s beauty, however, was matched by her resourcefulness. She correctly anticipated a kick from Cricket, grasping the incoming foot and rolling to her side, tackling her diminutive tormentor down to the canvas.

Both their minds were fuzzy, now�one from a beating, the other from anger. Sandra, still functioning on instinct, connected with a blindingly fast and devastatingly hard spinning heel kick, sending Cricket sprawling to the mat, clutching her tummy. Her skin beginning to glisten with sweat, Sandra fell against the ropes, taking a few deep breaths.

"Looks like I've got Miss Moneybags on the run. What's wrong? Found a problem even your trust fund can't save you from?" Sandra huffed. Resolutely, she stalked her opponent, still suffering from the kick that caught her square in the stomach unexpectedly. Cricket looked up at Sandra, trying to speak.

�Buh�buh��

�-itch!� finished Sandra, plucking Cricket off the canvas and throwing her into the ropes. The winded brat caromed off the ropes and Sandra leapt, wrapping her perfect legs around Cricket�s head and brutally snapping her to the canvas with a perfectly-delivered hurricanrana. The smaller blonde skidded to a halt, a dizzied heap.

Having completely gathered her second wind, Sandra scaled the ropes as her opponent struggled to a knee�then two�then finally her feet. The model jumped, and crushed Cricket with a devastating missile drop kick. She hooked Cricket�s exquisite leg as the referee counted.

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Cricket got her shoulder up.

"Come on! I know you can do better than this," Sandra chided as she dragged her beleaguered opponent to her knees. A spin and twist, and the beautiful Californian had the blossoming scourge of the Manhattan social setting in a figure-four sleeper. Powerful thighs began cutting off the blood flow to one of FAWN�s most devious minds.

Her vision was getting fuzzy. This was misery. The stink of this common whore�s sweat was all over her, and she swore that she�d never get the stench off her. Cricket twisted her head as her vision began to gray out. Desperately, she bit the inside of Sandra�s thigh.

Sandra groaned, then cried out as Cricket bit down on her leg. She frantically hammered punch after punch into Miss Munro�s head, but she had no leverage, lying on the ground. Dimly remembering that the jaw had the strongest muscles in the body, Sandra relinquished her hold, and Cricket relinquished her bite. It was not an even trade.

�I swear I can taste whatever corn-fed boy-toy had you for his flavor of the month last night,� Cricket sneered. Sandra lashed out with a kick that grazed Cricket�s chin. Cricket winced, then rolled away, Sandra got to her feet slowly, rubbing the darkening spot on the inside of her left thigh where a certain little harpy had bitten her. Sandra straightened, just as Cricket grabbed her by the hair and re-deposited her, face-first, onto the canvas with a bulldog.

A quick pin attempt by Cricket netted only a one-count from the official. Remembering her disastrous fit of apoplexy in her stunning loss to Kylie Sanders, the blue-blood resisted the urge to scream at the official, focusing on her new whipping girl.

Sandra tried to roll over, but Cricket grabbed her by the shoulder and put her back down on the canvas. Sandra raised her leg to kick Cricket away, but the little blonde rolled out of the way, then rolled back as soon as Sandra�s golden boot whizzed past her face. Cricket wrapped her legs around Sandra�s powerful gam just as it reached its full extension�and position of least power. The grapevining of Sandra�s leg immobilized it, and forced Sandra to prop herself up on her elbow to avoid a pin. The Californian�s plight worsened exponentially as Cricket locked on a stomach claw, punishing that gorgeous tummy, once again.

Sandra�s hands reflexively shot to Cricket�s, trying to pry away the punishing talons from her abused midriff. She didn�t have enough strength to free herself. Not even close. Not with the punishment she�d just absorbed and the full weight of her opponent bearing down on her. She searched her mind frantically for options as Cricket bore down with all her might, injecting searing pain into her victim�s perfect body that depleted her strength.

Cricket poured everything she had into the hold. She felt her opponent�s initial struggles grow feeble. A brave, determined scowl turn into a despairing frown. But the smaller woman�s hands were growing tired and Sandra seemed to be just holding on. Grudgingly, Cricket released the hold.

She rose, flexing her cramping hand, as Sandra rolled onto her side, clutching her battered stomach. Cricket�s fingers were damn near numbed from the claw hold, but she managed to close them around Sandra�s locks and pull the bigger woman up to her knees.

Sandra saw an opening. Summoning her waning strength, she grabbed Cricket�s legs and tackled pulled her feet out from under her. She stood, her stomach screaming in protest and flipped forward in a modified sunset flip. Cricket�s shoulders were pinned. The small blonde pumped her legs and thrashed with all she had.

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Sandra couldn�t hold it. She lost her grip and Cricket slipped free. Cricket slammed the mat in frustration. She rose, as did Sandra, slowly, but showing the mettle of a true warrior. The pace of the match had been breakneck from the start. It had been a sprint, with each woman inflicting serious damage while absorbing the same. Sandra swung, but Cricket ducked. A low blow to the groin halted Sandra, the color running from her face. She gasped slightly, and groaned as Cricket stepped forward and applied the Jet Set Stunner. The impact snapped Sandra�s hold on consciousness as the darkness, and Cricket claimed her.

Cricket flipped her helpless opponent over and removed the gold bikini top, treating the fans to a view that they didn�t deserve. Rolling Sandra over, Cricket dropped to the mat and covered her.

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DING DING DING

Sandra slept on, oblivious to the final resolution of this contest.

Cricket, bruised, tired, but triumphant, rolled Sandra over and pulled her up onto her knee. She thrust her hands into the air to some boos from the crowd, but some cheers, as well, and administered a perfunctory spanking to the bested Californian.

Disdainfully, Cricket rolled poor Sandra off her knee and rose, doing a little bump and grind as she teased the fans, both hers, and Sandra�s.

WINNER: Cricket Munro