To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Mchine's "Killing in the Name of", Tempe's Native American temptress, Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp, strutting down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement.

At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, awaiting the arrival of her foe and the start of the match.

Suddenly, Guns-n-Roses assaults the eardrums of the gathered throng, the eighties classic "Paradise City" pumping out the arena�s sound system. It is the signal for the entrance of Princess "Sissy" Landers.

The young blonde walks slowly out from the back and begins a slow and meandering walk to the ring. She stops frequently to shake hands, high five, or just generally meet the folks near the aisle. They love her for it. She's a huge fan favorite. Sissy is a toned and athletic looking girl, with her blond hair a little wavy and swaying, as she struts to the ring. Her eyes show a lack of intensity. Like she'd like to be somewhere else. She seems to have little attention focused on the ring. It's almost like she's looking for something more fun to do.

Her ring attire is fairly simple, a white Adidas ringer tee, with blue trim and blue Adidas emblem over a black sports bra. Her soffe shorts are black and doubled once at the waistband to make them look tighter around her perfect thighs. The back of the shorts is decorated with white stitched-on letters bearing her personal motto "Kick It Or Kiss It." Her boots are black with white trim and she completes her look with black knee and elbow pads. She also has a pink backpack, with the words "Sissy's Stuff", on the back. She places it in her corner.

As she rolls into the ring and looks around, you get the feeling she's not 100% into the idea of wrestling. The ref can barely keep her focused as the rules are explained between Juliet and herself. She seems to be only half listening. But the second the instructions are finished, her look changes. She becomes focused and intent. She starts to stretch and gets set for the upcoming match.

The bell rings and the two women circle each other, looking for an opening. Juliet�s eyes show total concentration. Sissy�s betray a lack of interest. But upon locking up, it�s Landers who gains the initial upper hand. Twisting Bloodwind into a wristlock, Landers turns it into a hammerlock, putting Bloodwind�s arm behind her back and up in a rakish angle.

�You're yucky gross.� As if the pain in Bloodwind�s arm wasn�t enough, she was being forced to listen to the inane commentary of Landers. From the hammerlock, Landers sent Bloodiwnd hurtling towards the ropes with a powerful Irish whip. Upon her return, Juliet was met with a dropkick that landed perfectly flush with her chin. The force sent the proud native American to the mat with a thud.

Juliet tried to gain her senses and get a quick breather while she was flat on her back. She readied herself for whatever follow-up attack Landers might be planning. But instead, Landers dropped down next to her and began grooming herself like a cat.

�I love kittie cats.� Was all Landers said as she licked the back of her hand and rubbed it across the top of her head. Slowly Juliet got herself off the canvas and to one knee. Landers saw her opponent was starting to gain a second wind. Landers hopped to her feet and stood over Bloodwind. She drew her fist back, but never got a chance to use it. Juliet, finally gaining her bearings in the match, slammed a shot into Sissy�s gut. Followed by another. And yet a third. The force of the shots took Landers back and off the offensive. Juliet got back to her feet and grasped the blond in a standing side headlock.

With her free hand, Juliet signaled to the crowd. She then drove Sissy to the mat with a side Russian Leg Sweep. Landers connected with the canvass and lay flat on her face for a moment. Juliet got up and pumped a fist. Her long FAWN lay off may have cost her early, but she was ready to take control of this match.

Landers rolled on the mat, her eyes still not showing any form of focus on the match. Juliet �helped� the blond to her feet and executed a picture perfect monkey flip. The force of Juliet�s powerful legs produced enough torque to throw Landers a considerable distance across the ring before she landed roughly on her back.

With Landers down, Juliet took a moment to rally the fans before dropping across Landers for a quick cover. Thinking no normal person could get up after the flip and fall, Bloodwind thought she was in a position to steal the match. But Landers was still game and kicked out at 2.

Getting back to her feet, Bloodwind grabbed Landers� left leg and drove her boot right into the back of the young blond�s kneecap. She followed with a second kick before wrapping Landers� shapely leg around her own. The leglock was textbook and no doubt was taking a toll on Landers� stamina.

Bloodwind drops a knee across Landers� chest and goes for a pin. Once again she�s only to get a 2 count. She must have felt close on that one because she slams her fist against the mat before grabbing Landers� up by her hair. Juliet pulls Sissy to her feet slowly, thinking about what to try next. But she doesn�t get a chance.

Thinking fast for a change, Sissy drives the heel of her palm into Juliet�s sternum. The force of the blow causes the young native American to lose her breath. Juliet�s coughs as Sissy follows up with a pair of knife edge chops, driving her back towards the corner post.

�Hehe ~ you're having trouble breathing.� As she slowly catches her own breath, Sissy takes a moment to mock Juliet�s predicament. With Juliet off guard, Sissy presses her advantage with a swinging neck breaker. Juliet goes down to the mat and this time it�s Sissy�s turn to try for a pin.

But Juliet is not ready to capitulate just yet. The raven haired beauty has to believe this is only a temporary setback as she kicks out at 2. This time it�s Landers who�s disgusted by the lack of a conclusion and informs the ref of her displeasure. After registering her complaint, she hauls Juliet up by her silky black locks.

�Were you a stripper? Strippers are perv.� It seems as though Landers is putting as much time into mocking Juliet as she is into wrestling her. She sends a couple of forearm shivers Juliet�s way before executing what can only be called a gymnastic standing drop kick. The move puts Juliet back on the canvass.

Landers isn�t taking any chances this time. She begins to climb the ropes, seemingly to end the match with a Sissy Splash. But she takes her time, her mind wandering. When she finally positions herself for the launch, Juliet is up and shaking the cobwebs from her head. She grabs Landers and throws the Louisiana blond up and over�down to the mat. And it�s a long way down!

The effort exerted to throw Sissy has taken its toll on Juliet, as she kneels down on the mat beside the downed blond. But her breather is only brief, as she immediately gets to her feet and signals to the fans that it�s all over.

Learning from Sissy�s mistake, Juliet is like a cat as she climbs the ropes and gets into launch poisition. She jumps off the top turnbuckle and lands a perfect Frog Splash right on top of Landers. From there, she hooks a leg and awaits her victory.

1�2�thre�but hold the phone. The referee taps Bloodwind on the shoulder and points out Landers� leg on the bottom rope. Juliet can�t believe her own mental lapse. She should have known better than to try and pin her opponent that close to the ropes. Especially someone with the ring savy of Sissy. Perhaps Landers� flighty nature caught Juliet in a trap.

Juliet stands and thinks over her next move. She needs to put this one to bed. Reaching down and grasping a handful of blond hair, Juliet hauls Landers to her feet. But Landers only goes about half way before she sends a very illegal blow south of the border. Juliet�s eyes bulge as her holiest of holies is struck by Landers� closed fist.

Juliet crumples to the mat, her hands planted firmly between her legs. She tries to massage away the pain as the referee scolds Sissy for her dirty trick. But he didn�t �actually� see it and can only surmise of her trick through the evidence available. Sissy plays the innocent, acting ever the babe in the woods. But all that melts away as she kicks Juliet furiously in the ribs while she�s down.

Now it�s Landers� turn to signal an end. She starts once again to climb the ropes, as Juliet tries to regain some sense of herself. In between the pain, she has moments of regret. The long lay off cost her the upper hand. She should have been ready for Landers� treachery and shouldn�t have taken her mind off the match�not even for a second.

That is the last thought through her mind. That and �oh shit� as her eyes watch Landers leap from the top rope. Her eyes trace Landers� flight as she pumps once�twice�and lands a Sissy Splash right on Juliet�s sternum.

Landers actually shows some focus as she hooks Juliet�s long leg for an academic three count. She rises and enjoys her moment in the sun as the referee raises her hand in victory before bending down to check on Juliet.

As the ref attends to Juliet, Sissy goes to her pink backpack and removes two little containers of liquid. The first is a light blue color, somewhat viscous. The second appears to be water.

Sissy stands over Juliet and shakes the viscous liquid in front of her. �I�m going to make you all clean!� And with that Sissy pours the contents of the container down the front of Juliet�s faux buckskin bottoms. The liquid, seemingly laundry detergent, clumps in the crotch of Juliet�s tight bikini bottoms. Sissy then pours the water in right behind the detergent.

Her body still racked with pain, Juliet only responds a little as Sissy agitates the mixture by rubbing up and down against the face of the faux buckskin bottoms. As if she were doing her laundry on an old fashioned scrubbing board, Sissy kneads the mixture into a soapy lather. The bubbles soon escape the confines of Juliet�s garment and seep out, covering her upper thighs and lower torso. When Sissy finishes with her work, Juliet appears to have a bubble bath occurring in her bottoms.

Though when she wakes she will by unhappy with Sissy�s actions, Juliet has nothing to be ashamed of. After a long lay off from FAWN she showed herself an able competitor, nearly gaining a win over a budding star. As for Landers, one has to think this win will catapult her to the upper echelon of FAWN talent. Only time will tell�

WINNER: Sissy Landers