BabyGurl and Cosette LeBlanc stood across from each other, awaiting a bell. This was a big chance for the two women best described as �undercard talent.� A win is a win and any win gets you noticed. A loss, on the other hand, would probably push the unfortunate recipient farther down the pecking order. So, in this one, all bets were off.

For BabyGurl, this one was especially important. The memory of her match with Sissy Landers was a stinging reminder of what her FAWN career could quickly turn into. She was a tough girl. A street punk. She lived and died by her fists. She had a rep and that might be the only thing that kept her alive on the mean streets of Detroit. In the span of only a few minutes, a preppy blond named �Sissy� had taken that away form her. She could barely show her face on the streets anymore without someone laughing at her or trying to pick a fight. She looked at the diminutive French girl as a 100 pound piece of redemption.

On the other side, Cosette wanted to make a mark any way she could. She knew she was fast, knew she was tough and believed in her skills. Sadly, they�d failed her in FAWN. Now, against a girl who�d recently been knocked down more than a few pegs, she believed this was a good place to start on the path to stardom. She believed BabyGurl was easy pickings. All she had to do was stick to the game plan.

The referee motioned for both fighters to prepare as the timekeeper raised the hammer. A stroke of the bell was only seconds away. But the next sound to echo through the FAWN arena isn�t a gong.

�Lucretia My Reflection� from The Sisters of Mercy blasts the speakers. The lights go out and the arena grows tense. Then, a flash of light. Standing at the head of the walkway leading to the ring, Kimi Yamashida and Kim West survey the crowd.

As East/West begins their walk to the ring, Cosette and BabyGurl exchange shrugs. While Cosette tries to muster enough English to ask the referee for an explaination, BabyGurl gets ready for a fight. She stands by the ropes, directly in front of the pair, seemingly ready to talk with her fists.

East/West doesn�t look dressed for a fight, but that�s never stopped either of them before. Kimi Yamashida wears a red hoodie and some gunmetal gray Dickies work pants. She completes her look with a pair of heavy black boots�all the better for stomping with, my dear. Kim West goes a little more urban, some baggy jeans and a t-shirt reading �God Made Me But I Created The Myth�, a quote attributed to James Brown. She finished her look with a pair of white Pony sneakers.

They circled the ring once, seemingly ignoring the glares of BabyGurl, the boos of the fans and the admonishans of the referee. Finally, they climbed into the ring and walked right to the center. Cosette continued to argue with the ref as Babygurl �mad-dogged� Kimi. Oddly, Kimi ignored her. A strange move for Yamashida, to say the least. Kim West signaled for a microphone. As the music stopped, West spoke.

�We are here to publicly apologize for our actions last week in the office of Bethany Christian. Beth�any�we didn�t mean to disrespect you in your office and we appreciate your forgiveness in this matter. It was extremely rude of us to act that way.�

Kim hands the microphone to Kimi.

�And I want to add that��

BabyGurl had seen and heard all she was going to. She grabbed Kimi by the shoulder and spun The Eastern Star around.

�Tha fuck�s in yo head, girl? You sayin� you dissed Bethany Christian? You dissin� me right now!�

Kimi looked at BabyGurl�s hand on her shoulder, then she looked back at the Detroit teen. There�s a moment between women like this. When eyes are locked. Anyone from the streets knows what it means. It�s a challenge, and it has to be answered. Kimi had been on some tough streets in her day. She spoke calmly�not a trait she was known for.

�Take your fucking hand off me, and get your fucking eyes off me, or I�ll beat you �til I�m tired. This is your one and only chance, bitchwhiff.�

There�s one other thing about street kids�and it�s the word �bitch.� You don�t call someone that, male or female. BabyGurl knew the significance of being called a �bitch.� She had no idea what a �bitchwhiff� was, but it was just as bad.

�Tha fuck you call me, you bit��

It was one fluid movement. With her left hand, Kimi handed the microphone back to Kim. And with her right hand she planted a fist right in BabyGurl�s left eye. Flesh on flesh in a crunching splat. Babygurl knew how to take a punch. But she�d never taken one like this. She went down, fast and hard. And if all her mouthing off to East/West got her was a black eye, she�d be lucky.

As Kimi drilled BabyGurl in the side with soccer style kicks from her black workboots, Kim turned her attention to Cosette. The French maiden made a step to help, but Kim looked her off.

�Are you in a hurry to get your ass kicked also?�

Cosette backed off. Kim smiled.

�Smart. Now, comprenez-vous get the fuck away from me before I beat you silly?�

Cosette was fast�and she proved it. She got out of that ring as fast as her little legs would carry her and ran to the back. She didn�t walk, she ran. Kim glanced over to Kimi. The Japanese woman had BabyGurl on her knees and was slamming her in the forehead with vicious elbows. BabyGurl�s eyes were glass, her jaw slack and her face was smeared with blood from a cut above her eye. Kimi slapped her a few times for good measure. With her left hand, Kimi held BabyGurl�s head up by the hair. With her right hand, she stuck a finger in BabyGurl�s face.

�Next time I tell you to take your hand off me�you do it! Next time I tell you to take your eyes off me�you do it! Next time I tell you to shit your pants�bark like a dog�run naked through the Vatican�I don�t give a fuck how crazy it sounds�you fucking do it! You say �yes ma�am� and you do it! Do you understand me, bitch!�

BabyGurl spluttered out an answer.

��ye�yea��

She got a slap across the cheek for her reply.

�What?�

��ye�yes�ma��ma�am��

Kimi dragged the bleeding and battered Detroit punk to the center of the ring where Kim was holding a microphone. Kim looked at BabyGurl and smirked.

�Someone got her ass kicked.�

She patted her hand on the top of BabyGurl�s head and turned back to the mic.

�Again, we would like to apologize to Bethany Christian and inform her that in the future we will be model employees. Both of us here at East/West would just like to say�Bethany�we think you�re the tops!�

Kimi uses her free hand to give Bethany a big �thumbs up.�

Kim looked at Kimi, still holding BabyGurl in place. The young girl looked like she�d been in a car crash. The only thing keeping her from slumping over was Kimi�s hand in her hair. Kim flicked a chin in BabyGurl�s direction.

�What should we do with her?�

Kimi looked in the eyes of the broken thug. BabyGurl did everything to hide her youth. She acted like a crusty bar brawler. But kneeling on the mat, bleeding from the head, she looked every bit the petrified 18 year old.

�I kicked her ass pretty good. Maybe that was enough?�

Kim shook her head.

�No�she needs discipline. Kids crave discipline. You have to give it to them or they start hanging out with a bad element. This one has a filthy mouth already.�

Kimi nodded.

�They learn it at school.�

Kim nodded, acting every bit the expert in child behavior.

�If she doesn�t get some discipline soon, she might start drinking or smoking. Obviously, her parents have failed. It�s up to us now.�

Kimi pulled BabyGurl up and placed her in a side headlock. BabyGurl�s arms hung loosely at her side, her legs starting to give out. She was almost totally limp. Kim stood behind BabyGurl, looking the poor youngster over. Finally, Kim removed her studded leather belt. She folded it over and slapped in against her hand a few times to �test.� If there was any life in BabyGurl, she would have resisted. But there was none. Kim pulled the strap back, but stopped.

�Where I come from�we do this pants down.�

To the cheers of the perverse sections of the male fans, Kim pulled down BabyGurl�s sweat soaked thong. The garment dribbled down BabyGurl�s legs, stopping at her ankles. Her taught teenage bottom now on display for the fans, her shaved kittie completely out of the bag, as they say. The Detroit teen did nothing to resist. She was totally spent.

Kimi looked over shoulder, back at her partner.

�What�5?�

Kim shook her head.

�10. I need to have some fun, too.�

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The first three shocked BabyGurl back to consciousness. Her screams of re-awakening must have been heard in China. The studs on the belt probably didn�t help as her tight bottom was reddened publicly. She was struggling to get free, but Kimi had her pretty well in hand.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The next three were the worst. Her bottom was already sore, but not numb. Her legs kicked and she thrashed, but finally she began to slip away again, her body giving out. An instinctive defense from the pain.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

These three didn�t seem to affect BabyGurl at all. She was pretty much done.

SLAAAAAAAP!!!!

The last one was wicked. Kimi dropped the young Michiganian to the mat face first as Kim put her belt back on. BabyGurl lie face down, spread eagle and totally broken. Her red bottom still naked and on display, seemed to almost radiate heat. Kimi knelt down beside the poor teenage.

��i�wa�want�my�dad�daddy��

Kimi shook her head.

�I had your Daddy. He wasn�t that good.�

Kimi wiped her hands on BabyGurl�s shirt and rejoined her partner.

�Bethany�we love you!�