Just then, Melanie C's "Yeh Yeh Yeh" trumpets the arrival of FAWN's newest star, Cricket Munro. And as Munro makes her latest 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.

Cricket climbs onto the apron and enters the ring, making sure to bend as fully and move as slowly as humanly possible. Tonight was undeniably about to be her biggest test, against her most famous and well rounded opponent. But she was also intent on making this evening her coming out party. If anyone didn't already know it, after tonight, everybody would know the name Cricket Munro, and just what that name was capable of.

"Back in the Saddle Again" by Aerosmith herald the arrival of Jeanette Lansdale. Twin pillars of white pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as Jeanette and Falkeryn step out from the back and begin walking toward the ring. Jeanette's hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, her face set in a determined smile. She wears a gold one-piece with high-cut hips and a plunging neckline. The suit accentuates her exceptional legs and toned ass, with the neckline displaying a generous amount of cleavage. A pair of gold boots round out her attire. Falkeryn is wearing a pair of black leather pants, highly shined black work boots, a short red tank top that is little more than a bikini top, for all the cleavage and midriff it exposes, and a short, black leather jacket.

Jeanette waves to the fans on her way down to the ring, slapping a few hands, and posing seductively with her hands on her hips. She's the very embodiment of sexy athleticism as she leaps up on the ring and enters, while Falkeryn stoically takes up a sentry position by her corner.

The blonde stretches in the ring, readying herself for combat. Her powerful muscles bunch and flex as she closes her eyes momentarily to focus herself on the task at hand.

Before the bell could sound, the MCI Center's speaker system comes to life, the crowd erupts in a mixture of anticipation and confusion. FAWN audiences have grown conditioned to understand that the sound of Disturbed�s �The Sickness� meant one thing: Bethany Christian was putting in an appearance.

As always, the statuesque brunette looked absolutely stunning, clad in a short yet classy gray skirt and a matching blazer over a white blouse, her long dark locks flowing behind her. As Jeanette and Cricket look back up the aisle at the boss, standing on the ramp, Bethany brings the mic to her lips.

"You know those four little words on every poster and billboard? 'Card subject to change'? Well, it's about to be changed."

Lansdale and Munro take their attention for a moment off of Christian, instead looking at each other, both checking the other for signs of foreknowledge.

"Oh, don't worry, you're both still working tonight. But Jeanette... you're not just facing Cricket anymore. You see, Lansdale, in the words of a certain men's wrestling star who shall remain nameless, there's something to be said for 'knowing your role.' When I made you the special guest referee at the Birthday bash, it was to keep POV and Bates in line. Instead, you basically decided to make yourself into the show. So, since you want to be front and center so much, I figured I'd help you claim the spotlight tonight... by making this match a HANDICAP match!"

As Christina Aguilera's "Can't Hold Us Down" begins to pump over the arena sound system, Demetria Andrews makes her entrance at the top of the ramp. The Brooklyn girl stands there for a moment, legs slighted parted, hands indignantly on her hips as she disapprovingly views the crowd, who boo and jeer the ebony beauty. Demetria looks exquisite, smooth ebony skin already almost glistening under the lights, her not exactly tall frame perfectly filling her burgundy bikini. With a flip of her long dark hair, she begins to saunter and jiggle her way to the ring. Her movements are almost primal, each stride exuding both supreme confidence and an undeniable sensuality. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself onto the apron and then slips into the ring. Standing in the middle with her arms outstretched above her head, her expression is one of supreme confidence. She is not phased by the setting, the crowd, or the opposition.

Back at the top of the ramp, Bethany Christian simply smiled. �Good luck, Jeanette. I think you might just need it.�

Lansdale�s expression is one more of annoyance than intimidation or concern, but her annoyance almost seems to pale in comparison to that experienced by the newly paired women across from her. Both Cricket and Demetria regard each other with equal parts disdain and contempt. �Damn, shorty,� Andrews scoffs, making sure to place a little extra emphasis on the second word, �I knew they had to be sending me out here to help out some cracker. But you? You ain�t even a nab.�

Munro sneers. �Help? From you? Yeah, that impressive resume you�ve been building down in Tuscaloosa is enough to strike fear into the heart of anyone.�

Ding! Ding! Ding!

�When we�re done with Blondie over there, I�m gonna��

Alas, the world would never know exactly what Andrews had in mind. The interruption is most rude indeed, as Jeanette swiftly covers the distance separating her and the quarreling duo. Grabbing each by the hair, Lansdale sends both ebony and ivory forehead smacking into each other with a loud thud. She then relinquishes her grasp on Cricket�s tresses, allowing the diminutive socialite to dizzily tumble to canvas. Instead, Jeanette focused her attention on the champion�s cousin, dragging Demetria into the nearest corner.

Arriving at their destination, and still holding the woozy ghetto girl by her hair, Lansdale continues to target Demetria�s head as she slams her face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle. By the third repetition, the crowd had picked up Jeanette�s rhythm, and raucously kept track of the abuse for the blonde. On the seventh go, Lansdale finally shows mercy, and Andrews sags limply into the corner.

Jeanette was a clever woman. And while she didn�t fear either Demetria or Cricket individually, she still knew that they posed a threat as a group, and that her best chance for success came in finishing off the match early. Spinning Demetria to face her, Lansdale quickly grabs hold of the dark skinned girl�s wrist, and sends her shooting across the ring. Andrews slams hard into the opposite corner, breasts bouncing as her arms flop over the top rope. Her long dark locks obscure her face as her head lolls forward, Lansdale clearly in control.

Charging across the ring herself, the blonde goes airborne, crashing into Demetria with a corner splash the draws a loud �OOOOMPH!� from Demetria�s full lips. However, with the aid of the rubber coated steel cable running under her arms, she manages to remain upright. And that was about the only reason she is able to accomplish that feat. Taking Andrews� wrist again, Jeanette goes for another whip.

Somehow, Demetria finds the reserves of energy to reverse the whip. Still, Lansdale never reached her intended destination.

Unseen by Lansdale during her assault on Demetria, Cricket Munro had finally shaken off the cobwebs from her meeting of the minds with her reluctant partner, and had risen to her feet. Ever the opportunist, and seeing the blonde barreling toward her, Cricket made good use of the opening. She propels herself toward the racing Lansdale, her shoulder almost driving through Jeanette�s midsection with a spear the folded Lansdale in half. Both fall hard to the mat, Cricket slamming atop her foe before shimmying into a straddle of the blonde�s waist.

The spear had done an admirable job of knocking the wind out of the former IFWF world champion, and Cricket�s weight astride her breadbasket does Jeanette few favors in helping her reclaim any of it. With a vicious smirk, Cricket uses her left hand to grab the blonde�s hair, lifting Lansdale�s head just a few inches off the canvas. Then, after cocking her right, Munro begins to pummel her dazed foe with punch after punch.

Jeanette�s escape comes not from any deeds of her own, but rather from her other opposition, Demetria joining the fray and yanking Munro roughly off her perch. However, Lansdale receives no time to enjoy her short-lived freedom. Instead, Demetria follows Cricket�s example, dropping to a seat on Jeanette�s belly. Lansdale�s legs spasm, her upper body also jerking up off the mat, and into a powerful right from the compact black girl.

A few more punches follow, until Cricket repays Demetria by dragging her off the ailing blonde. �Listen to me,� Munro hisses, turning Andrews around to face her, Demetria�s fist pulled back for a punch that hesitated in coming. �The only way that bitch can beat either of us is if we help her out by fighting each other. You may not like me, and I certainly wouldn�t have chosen a peasant like you for a partner. But we can deal with each other later.�

For a few moments, it was hard to tell what was going on in Demetria�s mind. Her fist remained poised, but she simply stood motionless, glaring at the uppity rich white girl trying to tell her what to do. It was exactly the sort of thing LaKeisha was always railing against. It was exactly the sort of thing that had always pissed her off, too.

But the enemy of her enemy�

With a nod, Demetria spins away from the socialite, and drives a boot down hard into the chest of a stirring Lansdale. A collective groan runs through the crowd as Cricket follows suit, two of the shortest members of the FAWN roster towering over a faltering star.

Working as one, Andrews and Munro hoist Lansdale to her feet, sending her into the ropes by way of an Irish whip. As the blonde drunkenly rebounds back in their direction, the newfound partners join hands and take Jeanette down with a diving double clothesline that allowed them to make up for the disparity in their heights.

Lansdale�s body slides across the mat before coming to a halt, Cricket and Demetria taking a moment to shake hands as they get to their knees. �Don�t you have some special handshake you ought to be showing me?� Cricket teases, though not without some residual vitriol.

�Don�t be hatin�,� Demetria replies.

Still working as a team, the two saunter over to Jeanette, and again assist her to her feet. Again, they send her for a ride. And again, they send Lansdale crashing to the mat, this time by virtue of a double flapjack.

With Jeanette face down and laid out, Cricket offers the blonde�s upturned backside a quick smack before winking at her accomplice. �Let�s see what you�ve got,� Munro says casually, and then just as casually backs away into an empty corner.

�Mighty white of you,� Demetria replies, and then climbs to her feet. Bending over, she pulls Jeanette to her knees, and then scoops the blonde up into her arms. Holding the bigger woman against her chest for a moment, she then drives her back to the canvas with a well-executed powerslam that draws a few impressed gasps even from Lansdale�s supporters in the crowd.

Though possessing power, Demetria was more known for her quickness and agility, and those were the traits she displayed next. Springing to her feet, the ghetto girl backs into the ropes, gaining a little momentum before dropping a shapely leg across the blonde�s throat.

Leisurely, Andrews goes for a cover.

ONE�

Kickout. With surprising authority.

As Demetria is sent rolling away from Jeanette, the blonde tries to scamper to her feet. But she�s not quick enough, Cricket Munro rushing in from behind and sending her back down with a running bulldog that quickly silences the crowd and kills any momentum the blonde might have been starting to build.

�My turn,� Munro sneers, and then pulls the limp Lansdale into a headscissors.

But of course, these were no ordinary headscissors. No, these were Munro�s Cricketscissors, the socialite adding to Jeanette�s torment by rubbing her legs together, rolling Jeanette�s head within its moist, fleshy vice.

Cricket pours the pressure on, Lansdale�s warm moans of anguish sending a delightful tingle up and down the length of her spine. Still, her foe foolishly refuses to submit. No matter, Munro muses. It was only a matter of time�

Releasing Lansdale, Cricket peels a gasping and slightly dizzied Jeanette off the mat. Backing her into the nearest corner, Munro unloads with an echoing knife-edged chop that snaps Lansdale�s head back.

�WHOO!�

Once more, Jeanette is sent across the ring. This time, though, she barely makes it into the opposite corner before her faltering legs give out, and the impact of her back with the turnbuckles is too much for her to take. In an almost comical fashion, Lansdale plops to a seat in the corner. And with her head reclining back against the middle buckle, the overhead lights of the arena filling her vision, Jeanette never sees the Bitch Breaker coming.

Lansdale may have bee the crowd�s favorite wrestler in the match, but the Bitch Breaker�or Bronco Buster, as it was more popularly known�was undeniably one of any crowd�s favorite moves, and this collection of fans was no exception. The assembled masses cheer and whistle, hoot and holler as Munro slams her tight little glutes down across Jeanette�s sternum again and again and again.

Once more, boredom comes to Lansdale�s rescue as Cricket extricates herself from her opponent. Glancing over at Demetria, who had taken up residence in the corner recently vacated by the socialite, Munro points an inviting arm in Jeanette�s direction. Demetria playfully shakes her head, modestly refusing Cricket�s offer, but a small pocket of fans encourages her to reconsider. Demetria sprints toward Jeanette, waiting for just the right moment�

� and waiting too long.

On instinct alone, Jeanette manages to shove herself out of the corner, collapsing along the bottom rope as Demetria sails by. With the blonde no longer present to halt her flight, Andrews is brought to a stop instead by the steel ringpost dissecting her. With a pained mewl, Demetria falls backward, hung up from the middle turnbuckle.

Still, that was only one of her foes incapacitated. Cricket was still very much a factor, and Jeanette hardly looked in any state to take care of her. �Amateurs,� Munro spits in disgust, advancing on her adversary.

Once more she opts for an Irish whip, but this time, Jeanette�s instincts are aided by a surge of adrenaline supplied by the roaring crowd. Reversing the whip, Lansdale pulls a stunned Cricket off her feet following her return from the ropes. With a quick pivot, the blonde almost sends the socialite through the canvas with a spinebuster, Lansdale coming to rest between Cricket�s parted thighs, Jeanette�s chest laying across Munro�s midsection.

ONE�

TWO�

Shoulder up.

Though the crowd can barely contain its disappointment, the momentum in the match has clearly shifter. With renewed energy, Lansdale pulls herself up by her bootstraps, and pulls Cricket up by her shoulder-length hair. Wrapping both arms around Cricket�s lithe waist, Lansdale hoists her up, and the drops to one knee. The atomic drop sends a howling Munro half hopping, half staggering into the ropes.

And the ropes send Cricket back into a heartpunch that turns out the socialite�s lights.

Cricket flops face first to the mat, and Jeanette rolls her over, hooking a leg as she covers.

ONE�

TWO�

THRE� Demetria Andrews pulls Jeanette off the vanquished Munro by an ankle.

Not willing to be denied after recovering from so much, Jeanette sends her free leg back with a kick that finds Demetria�s abdomen and doubles her over. Staying on the offensive, Lansdale backs Andrews into the ropes, and fires a chop to Demetria�s chest.

�WHOO!�

Chop.

�WHOO!�

Chop.

�WHOO!�

As Jeanette pulls her fist back for the heartpunch that would have been the coup de grace, Demetria�s right hand flashes forward, her fingernails raking across Lansdale�s eyes. With a shriek, Jeanette staggers away. Blinded, she is unable to resist until it�s too late as Demetria pulls her into a DDT.

Another disheartened moan runs through the crowd. Jeanette had admirably rallied from her earlier troubles, but she had still had to endure the collective assault of two women. And now, with Lansdale motionless and all but finished, Demetria appears ready to score what would still have to be considered one of the biggest upsets in FAWN history.

She takes but a moment to roll Jeanette over and pull her body away from the ropes. And though still slightly hobbling from her earlier misadventures trying to emulate Cricket�s Bitch Breaker, she wastes little time in slipping through the ropes and scaling the turnbuckles, Munro finally showing some signs of life along the ropes. Reaching her perch, Demetria raises her arms above her head, soaking in the jeers that rain down over her as she prepares for her Drive By frogsplash.

In the ring, Cricket tries to get back to her feet. Instead, she finds herself unable to gain her balance, falling first into and then through the ropes, dropping to the concrete floor below�

� and knocking Demetria Andrews off balance herself. Her eyes widening in panic as her right foot slips from the top rope, Andrews� womanhood takes a second violent jolt for the evening. Once more, Jeanette Lansdale had received a reprieve, the blonde struggling to get off the mat as the ghetto girl straddles the top turnbuckle.

�This is it,� Jeanette whispers to herself as she catches sight of Demetria�s helpless, agonized form. �Last chance��

Moving as quickly as her own spent body allowed, Jeanette climbs the ropes in front of Andrews, tucking Demetria�s head under her arms. Lansdale then falls backward, sending Demetria into Dreamland with a top rope DDT worthy of the Killer Imp herself.

Weakly, Jeanette rolls over, draping herself across Demetria�s slowly rising and falling chest.

ONE�

TWO�

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Jeanette remains atop Demetria�s body, barely having the strength to do anything more than raise an arm victoriously to the heavens. Lansdale had beaten bigger opponents. She had beaten better opponents. But perhaps none to this point had been a more important victory than this one: defeating not one, but two women at once, after everything else she had endured in her FAWN career.

Perhaps she was finally, truly on the road back to glory?

WINNER: Jeanette Lansdale