The locker room was the same, but some how it all seemed different to Shannen, as she tugged her black athletic bra down over her bare breasts. As she girded herself for combat, Cathy sat in the lounge chair, watching the earlier matches, wearing shorts and plain T-shirt instead of the baby blue thong that brought fear to the hearts of every one in FAWN. While Cathy would be going ringside, her night would stop at the apron, and Shannen would face Sophie Mitchell by herself.

The two sisters had been inseparable all week, as she and Cathy had worked out, studied film and, in Cathy�s words, �focused.� After the workouts and battles they had shared, the younger Dennehy was focused like a laser. There was nothing she wanted to do more than hurt Sophie Mitchell on the road to victory. Maybe put her out of wrestling for a few weeks, just to the little bitch, and that freak Miriam, that Shannen could reduce Sophie to being HER bitch.

Looking up at the mirror, she pulls her hair back into a severe pony tail, leaving as little of the blonde hair for pulling as she could. Shannen gave one last tug to her black athletic bra, and let her eyes trail down the mirror past her firm breast, flat tummy and continue down the scuffed and worn black wrestling boots. Brushing a piece lint from her tiny thong, she straightens up, her mind racing past her lessons.

Keep off the mat�Sophie probably learned thing or two from Gaiman.

If things go bad, bust her in the bush or go for the eyes..

Pick a body part and keep up the pressure and keep up the pressure..

The length of the square of the hypotenuse�no wait, that wasn�t one of the...

�NICE!� Cathy yells, watching the monitor as one of the FAWN2 wreslters hammers another into the mat with a tombstone piledriver, before quickly transitioning into a a reverse facesit.

Watching as the EMTs hauled one torn corpse out of the ring, Shannen realized with a start that her time had come. Even as she starts to gather her stuff and shove it back into her gym bag, a loud pounding rattles the door off it�s hinges..

�ONE MINUTE, SHANNEN!�.

The two girls look at each other one last time, and both head for the door, making the quick walk from lockers to the arena area in only few seconds. Knowing that she won�t be heard after the two walk through the curtain, Cathy pats her sister on the ass and adds one final thought..

�FOCUS.�.

The two pass through the heavy black draperies and into the raucous arena, the crowd already having been worked into a frenzy by the previous fighters. The FAWN arena, packed to capacity, the fans screaming and waving their signs, eagerly anticipating this next match. Shannen looks straight ahead as she walks, past the ravenous fans, past the sign reading, �THE MILKMAN COMETH!�, past every one until she reaches the stairs, and climbs up on the apron. She feels Cathy�s hand on her shoulder as she climbs, but then it falls away, and Shannen climbs through the ropes, alone.

Without warning, the arena descends into blackness. For a moment, there is silence. Just a moment. And then the PA system explodes into life...

"Forfeit the game/Before somebody else/Takes you out of the frame/Puts your name to shame. Cover up your face/You can't run the race/The pace is too fast/You just won't last..."

As 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.

Trailing just behind her is Sophie Mitchell. her head is bowed, long blonde hair obscuring her face. She is dressed in a black leather bikini top and matching thong. But, for the first time in public since entering Miriam's custody, she is not barefoot. Instead, she wears a pair of white boots. Her hands are cuffed behind her back, and around her neck remains the collar first applied by Miriam and Ivy Belle Armstrong ages ago now. As usual, a leash runs from the collar to the redhead's hand.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, Sophie Mitchell trudging along behind. Gaiman moves 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 those of Sophie's opponents.

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, taking a moment to unlock Mitchell's shackles, while never letting her eyes drift from the Dennehy sisters.

The two women approached each other in the ring. They circled slowly, Shannen with an air of arrogance and smoldering anger, Sophie with great trepidation that bordered on confusion.

Shannen lunged forward, tying the slender blonde up and easily powering her back into the corner. The referee called for a break, and Shannen complied for about a second, releasing Sophie and taking a step back. The reprieve was over when the powerful blonde lunged forward, driving her shoulder into Sophie�s toned midsection. She gripped the ropes and threw herself forward again and again and again, hammering Sophie�s tummy like a battering ram.

Miriam giggled and clapped gleefully to herself like an enraptured child. Instead of the keys to Willy Wonka�s chocolate factory, however, was carnage in the ring. The ethereal red head seemed overcome by the pain Sophie must be feeling�and the fact that her young charge, despite having the wind driven from her lungs in such a painful and repetitive manner, hadn�t uttered a sound in protest.

Shannen was less than impressed, stopping to unleash a chop that tore across her leather-shielded breasts. The powerful Texan grasped one of Sophie�s slender arms and Irish whipped her across the ring and into the opposite corner with horrific impact. Sophie�s body shuddered and sagged slightly, a pained expression twisting her beautiful face into Thespis�s Mask of Tragedy while the Mask of Comedy dominated the face of her mistress.

Shannen once again charged, barreling across the ring, magnificent breasts bouncing as she charged. If Sophie�s skill hadn�t served her during the earliest stages of this match, her survival instincts did, as the slender slavegirl pirouetted out of Hurricane Shannen�s chosen path of destruction. The beautiful Texan slammed into the corner and staggered back a step. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a blurry flash that could only be Sophie Mitchell. The blonde leapt into the air and wrapped her legs around Shannen�s head. But her technique was off�and Shannen was too powerful for the sloppy attempt. Instead of Sophie properly executing a hurricanrana on Shannen, the lithe blonde found herself slammed to the canvas with an improvised power bomb.

The beautiful, enslaved blonde sat up, convulsed, and collapsed to the canvas. She�d have no reprieve, however. The Shady One was on her in seconds, grabbing her hair and pulling her roughly to her feet. Again, operating on instinct, Sophie fired a right hand into Shannen�s firm stomach. The big blonde uttered a gasp, just as Sophie connected a second time, this time with an elbow. She somersaulted forward to get some separation, and popped to her feet, modest chest heaving and hair disheveled.

Shannen had righted herself and was once again stalking her prey. Sophie lunged forward and the two locked up, Shannen quickly emerging as the victor, using her superior power to pick Sophie up, ready to slam her to the canvas. Fate, however�or, more appropriately, Miriam, would intervene. The red head reached through the ropes and slapped the back of Shannen�s left knee. The unexpected blow, while not hard, was enough to buckle the knee and send Shannen tumbling backward to the canvas. Sophie, surprised, managed to hook one of Shannen�s flailing legs and secured the powerful limb.

The referee slid into position�

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Shannen kicked out. Miriam giggled to herself, turning to find the elder Dennehy flying at her with ill humor. Cathy fired a roundhouse right that crashed into the mouth of the dominatrix.

�Do it again and I�ll kill you,� Cathy snarled menacingly.

Miriam rose and stared at her. A small trickle of blood ran from the left corner of her mouth. Her small, pink tongue flashed out and tasted it, prompting that maniacal smile to reappear.

�You�re sexy when you�re angry,� said Miriam dreamily.

Cathy�s attention was torn from Miriam as she heard someone cry out from the ring. The elder Dennehy was rewarded with the site of her powerful sister introducing Mitchell to a torture rack. Shannen�s breasts bounced as she repeatedly bore down with the hold. Cathy backed away, satisfied.

Sophie�s lithe body was stretched across Shannen�s broad shoulders. Miriam was a bit disappointed with her pet�s expression of anguish�that would require some�discipline�later on. But the elder Mitchell�s stock rose once again when she managed to rake her nails across Shannen�s face. Shannen whipped her head trying to keep her eyes out of range of Sophie�s tearing claws, and it cost her. Sophie slipped free of her grasp and hit the statuesque blonde with a reverse DDT. She went for the cover, hooking one of Shannen�s powerful, but stilled, legs.

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The lithe blonde found herself pulled off Shannen�s stunned body. The blonde stood, fire in her eyes and spun around. It was Miriam�confusion replaced rage as Sophie shook her head in disbelief. Miriam cocked her head quizzically and smiled.

Cathy Dennehy couldn�t believe it. Shannen was done, yet Miriam�MIRIAM!� saved her, breaking up the count.

Sophie pressed her advantage, scaling the corner, looking to execute a frog splash for what should have been her second coup de grace of the match. And she was pushed off the ropes by her mistress once again. Shannen caught that one�the sense of panic fading instantly with confused relief. She rolled over, getting to her feet as Sophie clutched her stomach. The slender blonde was on her knees, hunched over�back glistening with sweat. Shannen stomped the ailing slave without mercy. Sophie cried out in pained surprise�but it was subdued�more in frustration than fear or supplication.

The Amazon plucked Sophie from the canvas, hefting her writhing body over her shoulder. She took three steps and planted Sophie with a devastating power bomb. Shannen immediately hooked a leg.

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Sophie lifted her shoulder.

Shannen shifted her weight, bearing down on Sophie�s shoulder.

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Sophie kicked out.

�Oooooooooo,� intoned Miriam, breathlessly.

Frustrated, Shannen stood. Again, she stomped Sophie�this time in the stomach. She dragged the stoic blonde to her feet once again, and put her head between her legs. She pulled back and lifted Sophie into position for a power bomb. Sophie suddenly came to life, firing punch after punch after punch into Shannen�s face. The Amazon struggled to keep her balance. She tried to slam Sophie down, but the slender blonde twisted. She came down on her side, which was painful, but preferable to being knocked senseless by the full force of the blow.

Shaking off the cobwebs, Shannen grabbed a handful of Sophie�s hair, but Mitchell countered, rolling the powerful blonde up with an inside cradle. Desperately, she grabbed Shannen�s thong and pulled for greater leverage.

Cathy went nuts, jumping up on the apron and shrieking with rage. Her assistance wasn�t necessary. Shannen kicked out, anyway at two. The ref turned, however, and ran over to the elder Dennehy, who jumped down from the canvas.

Miriam watched as Shannen turned and locked up with Sophie. Whim dictated that she strike. The ethereal one entered the ring behind Shannen and fired a claw upward into her crotch. It was more strike than submission hold, but Shannen was stopped dead in tracks. Sophie pushed Shannen back as a smirking Miriam slid out of the ring. A sharp right cross crashed into Shannen�s jaw, followed by a knee to her crotch.

Shannen felt her strength running out of her as Sophie put her head between her thighs and lifted her into position for a pile driver. She fell�

�and Shannen had the odd sensation of losing touch with her body. Unable to command her power, she felt Sophie hook her leg as the referee, having heard the impact slid into place. Frustration and despair seized Shannen as he counted. She couldn�t move, and could only blink as Sophie defeated her.

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WINNER: Sophie Mitchell