Another week brings forth another show from the good people at the Female Association of Wrestling Novas. Yet this week�s show is scheduled to open a little differently, a condition to which the state of the crowd gives testament. There�s a decided buzz running through the Charlotte Coliseum, but this a buzz that combines excitement with uncertainty, both spawned by the same sense of the unknown. Yet, with life in FAWN, there remains one constant: Tammy DeVille and Buck Ansome at ringside.

TAMMY: Welcome to the show, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we�re starting things off a little differently.

BUCK: Tee hee� Fresh meat.

TAMMY: As my broadcast partner rather indelicately puts it, we�re starting off tonight with something of an exhibition match, featuring two women from the FAWN2 development fed based out of Birmingham, Alabama. Trust me, fans, you might not know either of these women coming into tonight. But you will some day very soon. And you�ll be able to say you saw them here first.

BUCK: I gotta tell you, Tammy. I�m looking forward to it.

TAMMY: As am I. In one corner, we�ll have Krystal Erway, who has proven herself something of a force in the Deuce. About the only blemishes on her record have come against Anciline de Cyr, a woman we saw perform very well herself against top flight competition just last week. So there�s little shame there.

BUCK: Oh, there�s shame, Tammy. Anciline causes it, and we love her for it. Didn�t those two face off in the match that gave Anciline her spot on the roster?

TAMMY: Correct you are, in a three way match that includes the other half of tonight�s exhibition.

BUCK: And what an other half we have, Tammy: schoolgirls!

TAMMY: You are a strange and disturbed little man, Buck.

BUCK: Who you callin� little?

The PA system comes to life, Marcy Playground�s �Coming Up from Behind� blasting over the speakers and filling the arena. A few moments later, Krystal Erway strides onto the ramp to a welcoming, if not frenzied reception. The assembled masses certainly seem to approve, both of Krystal�s demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and of the way the young would-be star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy reddish blonde hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.

BUCK: Not bad. Not bad at all.

TAMMY: Wait until you see her in action, Buck.

BUCK: Do I have to?

Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom jiggling to the even further delight of the fans. And though she might be young and inexperienced, she looks fully confident and assured as the ref offers a few words of instruction.

BUCK: She certainly looks like she has her game face on. And I can think of a few games to play�

TAMMY: (ignoring the last remark) It�s little secret that she has not been pleased about losing a spot on the FAWN roster to her most hated rival, and reports are that her frustration helped her dismantle her last opponent in Birmingham. And, from my conversation with her earlier in the afternoon, it sounds like she�s lays at least some of the blame for that loss at the feet of Candace Caine, and that things might have gone differently had the tournament final been a one-on-one match.

BUCK: Cry me a river, Tammy.

Marcy�s Playground fades into the silence, and is almost immediately replaced by the New Wave stylings of Bow Wow Wow�s �I Want Candy�. And they are soon not alone in that sentiment. Candace �Candy� Caine soon appears on the ramp, the youthful blonde clad in a white button-up blouse tied off just below her breasts and a plaid skirt which barely achieved even mini standards.

And she herself was not alone.

Two women�more accurately, one woman and one fellow teenager�flanked her on either side. The woman was a striking, slender middle aged blonde, dressed in a conservative yet blue skirt and matching blazer over a white blouse of her own.

BUCK: (singing�and badly) Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad� I�m hot for teacher.

TAMMY: (rolling her eyes) Ms Rachel Morgaine, ladies and gentlemen. The self professed head mistress of Ms Morgaine�s Finishing School, accompanied by their newest recruit, Megan Lilly.

The redheaded teen was dressed in a similar style to Candace, though with a couple of subtle differences. While the blonde�s ankle boots were blue, hers were black and almost knee high. And where Candace�s blouse was white, hers was blood red, and straining to reign in her assets.

BUCK: They didn�t look like that when I was in high school, Tammy.

TAMMY: Maybe not, Buck, but I�m sure Flappers had their own special charms.

Caine saunters around ringside, with Lilly trailing close behind. The blonde�s journey finally brings her to the broadcast table, where her eyes lock on those of Buck Ansome. Slowly bending over the table, providing the color analyst with a generous glimpse of cleavage that was no less pleasing than her more abundant classmate�s, she grabs Buck by the tie and pulls him into a long kiss.

In the ring, Krystal rolls her eyes, tapping her white go-go boot encased foot in annoyance.

Pulling away, Candace grins as she sees the breathless look on Ansome�s face. �For luck,� the schoolgirl purrs. �For me. And, if I win, maybe for you later.�

Buck�s jaw falls open as Candace moves toward the ring, and it looks for a second that his tongue might almost follow suit and roll out in comic fashion. But before that can happen, Megan graces Ansome with her luminous presence. �Double your pleasure?� she asks breathlessly, like Caine before her bending over the table for a kiss.

This time, however, when Buck leans forward to reciprocate, he is greeted not by moist lips, but the back of a hand. The slap was more playful than reproachful, and though his cheek stings, it does not throb. Wagging her finger in a forbidding manner, Megan turns away, sashaying toward the ring with a waggle of her hips that was conversely as inviting.

BUCK: I�ve died, and gone to detention.

TAMMY: You�re old enough to be their father, Buck. Both of them.

BUCK: Good. Then they shouldn�t feel too awkward calling me Daddy.

TAMMY: Ewwwwwwww�

With both women now in the ring, and the pre-match instructions given, the bell sounds to start the match. Erway and Caine approach the center of the ring, both examining the other for the first sign of a strategic opening. The combatants lock up, and after a moment or two of jostling for position, the ever so slightly taller schoolgirl maneuvers her foe into a side headlock.

What little concession Krystal might have to make to her adversary in terms of height, however, she more than made up for with raw power. Wrapping an arm around Candace�s waist, Krystal powers herself to an upright position�and, in the process, lifts Caine off the mat and onto her shoulder. And there she holds her for a brief moment before she falls backward, escaping the headlock with a suplex that has Candace hurting very early.

Krystal gives the ailing blonde no respite. Pulling the schoolgirl up, Erway sends her by way of an Irish whip into the ropes, Caine�s plaid skirt flapping as much as its brevity allows on her journey. That journey ends with Krystal�s arm slamming across Candace�s throat, a clothesline sending the schoolgirl to the canvas.

To her credit, she doesn�t remain there long. Springing to her feet, Candace is back on the offensive, charging her adversary. But Krystal simply scoops up her oncoming foe, and then drives her into the mat with a thunderous powerslam. Instead of getting back to her feet, however, Erway remains atop her prey, and quickly hooks a leg.

ONE�

Kickout.

The dizzied blonde rolls onto her side, free of the pin, but still struggling to regain her bearings following her early difficulties in the match. But while Krystal could be a generous woman, that generosity did not extend to inside the ring. With Caine still dazed, she offers little resistance as Erway pulls her first to her feet, and then into her arms.

It wasn�t until she found her spine being driven into Krystal�s outstretched thigh that Candace came to life. By then, however, it was too late.

Instead of letting the blonde fall away, however, Erway continues to apply the backbreaker, her palm pressing harshly against Candace�s chin. �I can�t help but notice you brought friends,� Krystal comments casually, as if discussing the weather with a passerby. �What�s the matter? Know you can�t beat me alone?�

With Erway�s hand against her chin, Caine�s reply is little more than a defiant gurgle.

After nearly a minute more of this torture, Krystal relents, Candace rolling off her adversary�s leg and dropping to the canvas on her stomach, her legs forming the shape of a four as her right hand massaged the small of her back. Erway finally allowed herself a passing moment to savor her success so for, but while this gave the blonde some time to recover, it wasn�t nearly enough.

Helping herself to some of the schoolgirl�s blonde mane, Krystal helps Candace to her feet, and then pulls her into an embrace which is far from loving. Candace throws her head back, a prolonged moan escaping her lips as Erway�s powerful arms squeeze precious air out of her lungs, her shapely gams coiling around Krystal�s waist.

For the first time in the match, the referee moves into position, asking the schoolgirl if she wants to call it a day. Gamely, Candace shakes her head.

�Good girl,� Krystal says. �I was so hoping you�d want to stay after school.�

With Candace still in her arms, Krystal drops to one knee, depositing the blonde groin-first across her thigh. Caine howls, popping up onto her tip toes, but Krystal swiftly grabs one of the schoolgirl�s arms by the wrist, preventing her from getting away. Instead, Erway makes sure Candace comes closer, pulling the blonde into a short-armed clothesline that nearly decapitates her, sending Candace flipping through the air before landing spread-eagled on her back.

Though there were a slight smattering of boos, most of the crowd seemed quite impressed with Krystal�s dominant display thus far. Apparently, there were still frustrations over her bitterest adversary reaching the Big Time before her that had not been worked out of her system against Summer Blake. And, unfortunately for Candace, she had simply gotten in the way.

Although, in perhaps a display of mercy, Erway goes for a cover, the fact that a three count was already a distinct possibility providing a tribute to the extent of her onslaught thus far. She counted along in her head�

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It was only at four that she realized that she had not been counting along, but simply counting alone. Glancing up, she catches sight of the official along the ropes, in a heated discussion with Ms Morgaine. But, before she can act any further, the back of her head explodes in pain.

With the referee suitably distracted, Megan Lilly had slipped unnoticed into the ring, and her double axe handle had secured the freedom for Candace that the blonde had been unable to achieve on her own. But as Megan follows up her clubbing blow with a kneedrop to the same target, Candace pulls herself up into a seated position, shaking away the cobwebs.

Lilly rolls out of the ring, and the moment she is gone, Morgaine ends her discussion with the ref. For her part, Candace climbs to unsteady feet, before reaching down to take hold of Erway�s reddish blonde locks and tugs Krystal up to her knees. Though now hurting herself, Krystal still has plenty of fight left in her, and she fires a punch to Caine�s midriff that doubles the blonde over. A second punch causes another �whoof!� from the blonde, but Erway�s barrage is then halted by a set of fingernails raking across her eyes.

Erway shrieks in anguish, one hand flying to her blinded eyes as she crawls away from her opponent. She can feel Candace guiding her to her feet and backing her into the ropes, but she is unable to see the schoolgirl. Her vision starts to clear on her way to the ropes, but is still hazy when Candace greets her rebounding form with a kneelift driven up into her yielding midsection. Erway tumbles across Candace�s leg, ending up splayed on the mat, blinking up at the lights as she struggles to reclaim lost breath.

Candace simply smirks, leisurely backing into the nearest ropes for a little momentum prior to dropping a leg across Krystal�s throat, sending Erway�s body into a tiny set of convulsions.

Candace slithers to her knees, turning her attention to her teacher at ringside. �How�s this?� she asks Ms Morgaine. �Better?�

Rachel Morgaine nods approvingly. �Not bad. Still not quite right, but you�re progressing.�

The conversation between teacher and pupil briefly keeps the official from noticing Erway�s flailing limbs. But finally, the movements catch his attention. Looking down, he realizes that the path Candace had taken to get to her knees had brought her left shin down across Krystal�s throat, where it had remained, Erway�s face mostly obscured beneath plaid fabric. �Alright, Candy,� he admonishes her. �Let her up.�

Candace frowns up at him, then looks over her shoulder to Ms Morgaine at ringside. �I don�t understand this part.�

Morgaine�s expression is one of sympathy. �None of us do.�

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At four, Candace eases the pressure on Krystal�s windpipe. �I guess recess is over,� the blonde mutters with a pout, before rising to her feet. Pulling Erway up with her, Candace again Irish whips her into the ropes. This time, however, Krystal is able to duck the clothesline, the crowd cheering as Krystal bounds off the opposite ropes, building up speed as she rushes back at the schoolgirl�

The cheers are immediately quelled as Candace�s hand clinches around Krystal�s throat.

With her neck still throbbing from the abuse supplied by the blonde�s shin, Candace�s death grip proves more devastating the ordinarily so. Erway�s eyes begin to bulge almost immediately, and she can barely react before Caine effortlessly hoists her thrashing body skyward. Krystal�s feet kick at the air, her fists clubbing at Caine�s forearm, but escape is not forthcoming.

Finally, Candace throws Krystal back down with all her might, the jarring impact of her back with the mat causing the back of Krystal�s skull to smack hard off the unyielding canvas. Instantly, her body goes limp, limbs lifeless at her sides, the gentle rise and fall of her full figure the only signs of life as her head lolls toward her left shoulder.

Nonchalantly, Candace places one blue ankle boot against that softly heaving bosom.

ONE�

TWO�

Shoulder up.

Weakly, Krystal rolls over onto her stomach, and then pushes herself up to her hands and knees. Candace does nothing to stop her. Instead, she simply stands in front of the stirring woman, waiting for her to finish getting to all fours. Then, she takes two handfuls of hair, and roughly shoves Krystal�s head between her legs. Clamping her thighs tight around Erway�s noggin, she then wraps her arms around her opponent�s waist, pulls her up, and sends her back down with a sit-out powerbomb.

With Krystal�s upper body lying between Candace�s legs, Caine leans forward, using her weight�and Krystal�s lower body�to secure Erway in a matchbook pin.

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THR... kick out.

�Not bad,� Candace mutters, genuinely impressed with the power displayed by even a fading Erway. �But baby, I�m the baddest,� she says, slipping one set of fingers into the waistband of Krystal�s hipster briefs and the other inside the bikini strap running across Krystal�s back.

And then Candace hurls Krystal through the ropes and out of the ring.

�Come on, Candy,� the ref chides her. �Let�s keep this��

�Fair?� Caine asks, moving toward the official in a manner that could only be accurately described as seductive. �Clean?� The blonde backs the official into a corner, absently curling a strand of blonde hair around one finger as she presses herself against him. �That�s never any fun.�

Fun was being had outside the ring, but not by Krystal Erway.

For the second time that evening, the new girl introduced herself to one of the Deuce�s established faces. Megan pulls the struggling woman into a standing headscissors of her own, hooking Krystal�s arms behind her back. �I know we haven�t faced off formally yet,� Lilly purrs, �but this is just a taste of what�ll happen when we do.�

And then she pedigrees Erway on the concrete floor.

Dismounting the battered beauty, she helps Krystal into a seated position, a tiny trickle of blood running from her lower lip. �Poor baby,� Megan says, her voice dripping with condescension as she allows Erway�s insensate form to recline against her. Then, Lilly first unties, and then finally unbuttons her red blouse, allowing her black lace clad breasts to come more fully into view. �Maybe I can mop some of that up?�

As the newest schoolgirl pulls Krystal into a breast smother, Krystal�s arms jerk weakly back to life, flailing and thrashing, but in a mostly ineffective manner. And all too quickly, their movements grow sluggish, Lilly proving more than adequately equipped to treat Erway to one of her own finishers.

As Krystal�s struggles falter, Megan pushes her free, taking a moment to glare smugly into Erway�s now glassy and half lidded eyes. �I shouldn�t hog all the fun,� Megan says, reluctantly getting to her feet and dragging Erway back to the ring. �After all, you�re Candy�s opponent tonight.

Megan pushes Krystal up onto the apron, and then shoves her under the bottom rope.

�I can be patient.�

With the referee now a blushing, fidgeting mess, Candace finally allows him out of the corner. Approaching Krystal, the two women now provide a stark contrast to their roles at the beginning of the match. Now it is Krystal in serious trouble, barely stirring, and Candace the picture of ultimate triumph. Guiding Erway first back to her feet and then into the nearest corner, Caine sets Krystal�s deadweight astride the top turnbuckle. Facing her, the blonde steps onto the bottom, then the middle rope, and then tucks Erway�s head under her arm.

Using Krystal�s briefs for a better grip, the blonde prepares to superplex her out of the corner and onto Dream Street, but Krystal proves to have other ideas. Calling on her instincts, Krystal hooks one foot in the ropes, blocking Caine�s efforts. A second try proves just as futile, and before Candy can try a third time, a forearm to the midsection stops her cold. With Caine stunned and winded, she is unable to stop Erway�s counter, Krystal taking them both out of the corner with a front layout superplex that leaves both women face down and motionless.

Several seconds pass without either moving, the ref regarding both with uncertainty. Bethany Christian had made no secret of her hatred of matches without decisive finishes, and he certainly didn�t want to get on the bad side of the Boss Lady. And even though neither of these girls were true FAWN players, this was still a showcase match on the promotion�s showcase program.

Still, with neither girl giving any indication of a quick recovery, he had few options.

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Candace starts to stir�

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Caine regains her feet, standing on the wobbliest of legs. Erway remains unresponsive.

Stumbling and swaying as she approaches Krystal, Candace struggles to get Krystal off the mat, the two spent beauties tumbling toward the ropes. Still, the blonde goes for an Irish whip. Krystal reverses, however, and somehow finds the reserves within herself necessary to nail the schoolgirl with a ring-rocking spinebuster. This time, Caine�s cranium cracks loudly against the canvas, leaving the blonde seeing stars.

Erway knows that neither can have much left in the tank. Getting to her feet, she takes hold of both of the blonde�s ankles, lifting and parting Candace�s legs in preparation for her Krystal Chiropractic sharpshooter. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she sees that Ms Morgaine has once more hopped up on the apron.

�Fool me once,� Krystal whispers to herself. Abandoning the sharpshooter, Erway spins on her heel, launching a kick before she even sees Lilly advancing on her. Her boot strikes home against Megan�s tummy, doubling her over, and giving Erway all the invitation she needed to plant the brat with a DDT.

Sitting beside a prostrate Megan, Krystal hardly hesitates before reaching up and practically ripping off her own bikini top, much to the delight of the assembled masses. �You�re not bad, for a beginner,� Erway taunts the slumbering schoolgirl, and then reaches forward to apply her trademark Krystal Geyser. �But let me show you how the big girls do it.�

Already knocked senseless from the DDT, the Geyser barely seems to register as Megan sits on her haunches, arms hanging at her sides in an ever increasingly limp fashion. Behind them, Candace has started to recover, and sees Erway on her knees, and the dire straights her classmate has found herself in. As quickly as her pain-wracked body would allow, the blonde leaves the ring, grabbing a chair from the Belgian broadcast table before returning. Heaving the steel over her head, Caine sends the chair sweeping downward.

Whether Krystal heard her, sensed her, or just got bored with her breast smother was unclear. But in any event, she ends the hold at a most fortunate time. Spinning on her knees away from Megan Lilly, she allows Megan to slump forward, and allows Candace�s chairshot to strike the still-kneeling redhead on her elevated derriere, sending Megan the rest of the way to the mat in a drooling heap.

In shock, Caine drops the chair, staring at her classmate, dumbfounded. It was quite possibly the worst way the blonde could have responded, as it gives Krystal the chance to spin Candace around, and then DDT her onto the very chair that Candace had thought to claim victory with.

With the threats posed by each schoolgirl sufficiently neutralized, Erway turns her attention to the apron, where Morgaine continues to engage the ref in a heated discussion. Advancing on them, Krystal flips the teacher over the top rope, and sends her crashing into the ring, eliciting a massive roar of approval from the capacity crowd. Morgaine tries to scurry away, but Erway will have none of it. Running on pure fury and adrenaline, Krystal pulls the clearly alarmed teacher to her feet, unloading on her with a barrage of punches to the midsection, and then violently tosses her over the top rope, the middle aged blonde rolling to a stop near the guard rail.

Krystal allows herself a moment to stand in the center of the ring, the only woman of the four still on her feet, and clearly the only one who would be in that position anytime soon. Regarding Candace, a slight smirk crosses her full lips, and she decides to repay an earlier favor. With hands planted firmly on her hips, Erway places a boot on the blonde�s chest.

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THREE!

As the bells sounds, Krystal raises her arms skyward, her foot never leaving its perch. True, after tonight, she might simply be heading back to Birmingham for more work in the Deuce. But tonight, she knew de Cyr had to be watching. And she knew de Cyr had to know that Krystal would be here in FAWN proper very, very soon.

WINNER: Krystal Erway