The sweet, sprightly strains of �There She Goes� by Sixpence None The Richer break through the darkness, a white pin spotlight finding Iowa�s Girl Next Door, Kylie Sanders. The diminutive Kylie draws both surprised looks, cheers, and whistles with her new look - tousled, shoulder-length, cinnamon-hued hair replaced with long flowing blonde locks. She bounds down the aisle, slapping hands with most anyone she can reach. The time away seems to have replenished her spirit, as the pall over both her career and her enthusiasm that losing four out of five had brought, dissipates like a weakening storm cloud. A bubbly mixture of excitement and nervousness keeps her taut little body in constant motion. Sanders struts down the aisle in a body-hugging, black, cotton tank top that leaves a healthy rim of her midriff showing; her little biceps shown with a grin and a pose, Kylie reveling in a pocket of her �Corps�. Below, yellow-gold, satin boxing shorts curve to an end just beneath the taut roundness of her buttocks, the shiny softness clinging tightly. Kylie goes without footwear.

The Corps and Sophie�s many fans both applaud Kylie on the way to the ring, a pleasant change of pace from the usual FAWN fare. The erstwhile Iowa coed still must face down a few troublemakers along the aisle, one carrying a placard pronouncing �Kylie, is Miriam STILL you�re best f-bomb ever?�, another holding high a poster with the FAWN champion enjoying herself atop Kylie�s face. Next to LaKeisha, the word �rumpshaking�, next to Kylie the word �rumpshooken�.

The newly golden-haired warrior moves onto a half-dozen of the �Kylie Corps� holding a sign of their own. �Welcome back, Ky. Straighten this place out�. She blows her fans a kiss and gives the gang a thumbs-up.

Kylie trots the rest of the way to the squared circle and, eschewing the steps, slides in under the bottom rope.

She hops in place, occasionally checking the tension of the ropes, her hazel eyes darting through the crowd and around the ring. She shadowboxes to burn off some excess nervous energy waiting for the inevitable fade of Six Pence.

The tension was making her stomach a little queasy, her brow already damp with perspiration. Kylie was beyond making matches into �turning points� in her career. Too many had ended badly to continue on that course. Just find a way to win.

Sophie had her on experience, size, and power and had at least as much ring skill and athleticism. She just had to want it more. And most important, she had to believe. Not just that she could hang with Soph, but that she could�she would win.

It was time to put her faith to the test�

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, head 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 Kylie�s.

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 one of her other favorite pieces of meat, Kylie Sanders.

�Love the hair,� Miriam said, as Kylie looked at her a mix of smoldering shame and anger.

The sharp CLANG of the ring bell returned Kylie to the hear and now, starting the match. Kylie circled slowly as Sophie came out to join her. The tall blonde slave looked tentative and uncertain. The Iowa sprite lunged forward, and Sophie wrapped her up. Kylie used Sophie�s superior strength against her; just as Sophie powered Kylie backwards, she found a foot in her toned stomach. She felt Kylie fall backward and suddenly, up became down as she slammed into the canvas, staring up at he lights.

The crowd cheered as Kylie sprang to her feet after the monkey toss. Sophie rolled to her side and scrambled to get up, but the smaller woman knew a favorable situation when she saw it. She executed a combination baseball slide/dropkick into Sophie�s chops, sending the beautiful blond tumbling into the ropes. Sophie was quickly on her feet, Kylie�s early onslaught taking care of the butterflies in her stomach and forcing a little adrenaline into her blood. Kylie pressed her attack, but Sophie, aching jaw be damned, met offense with offense, spearing the Iowan to the canvas. Her shoulder connected solidly with Kylie�s tummy.

�GUH!!� cried Kylie as one painful impact was followed by another as her shapely frame was driven into the ring.

Miriam smirked outside the ring, giving a little golf clap to reward Sophie�s efforts. The beleaguered blonde was oblivious, however. She fired a series of rights and lefts into Kylie�s face, the fire plug from Pleasant Valley, wrapping her arms around her face in a vain effort to deflect the blows. Sophie, apparently satisfied, wrestled Kylie to her feet and whipped her into the ropes. Kylie bounded off the ropes, ample bosom bouncing. She ducked under a sloppy clothesline attempt by Sophie.

�Too, high, blondie,� Miriam said to herself. �That calls for a spanking!�

Kylie rebounded again, but Sophie recovered, nailing her with a stiff kick to the midsection. Once again, Kylie cried out as she doubled over. Sophie wrapped her arms around Kylie and executed a sharp gut-wrench suplex. Kylie�s eyes looked glassy as Sophie went for the early cover.

�Mmmm,� purred Miriam. �Gold star for that one.�

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Kylie kicked out, sweat breaking out on her brow. She coughed painfully and tried to stand. She got some unwelcome assistance from the powerful Mitchell sister, as the blonde grasped two handfuls of her golden tresses and pulled. Kylie felt the searing pain erupt across her scalp, and her day got a little worse when Sophie scooped her up and planted her with a body slam. Sophie followed that with an elbow drop right to Kylie�s chest.

�OWW!� Kylie yelped, as she rolled away painfully from her tormentor. Sophie scrambled after her, determined to keep the pressure up on the resilient pixie. Kylie scrambled to her feet as Sophie closed the gap. She struck out blindly with a roundhouse that smacked Sophie along her cheek, stopping the blonde�s advance.

�Ah!� cried Sophie as the wet smack gave her a celestial display that only she could see. Once again, she had the sensation of being turned on her head as Kylie wrapped her up in a small package. The referee slid into position.

ONE

Strong kick out by Sophie.

�I�m not going that easily,� Sophie said flatly.

�I�m never that lucky,� Kylie retorted as they both got to their feet. Sophie lunged for a lock up, but Kylie, recognizing that she was a bit too close to the ropes for her comfort, nimble skipped away, and connected with a beautiful drop kick to Sophie�s chin, knocking the lithe blonde to the canvas. One of her breasts momentarily popped free of the tiny bikini top. Rolling over, the crowd gave a roar of approval, Miriam among them. When Sophie got to her feet, Kylie was waiting, and scored her biggest points of the match to that point with a crisp spinning neck breaker. Sophie hit the canvas, and was jolted as her body was rocked by a spasm. Kylie hesitated, seeing Sophie with her breast exposed. A pang of sympathy ran through what perhaps the biggest heart in all of FAWN, but she reluctantly banished the sentiment. She couldn�t afford charity, even if poor Sophie was most assuredly in dire need of some. She eyed Miriam, the red head looking on intently with imbalanced smirk on her face. She was on the far side of the ring. Kylie scaled the corner post and leapt, delivering a devastating flying leg drop to her blonde adversary.

Sophie let out a pained wheeze as Kylie went for the pin. Once again the referee slid into position.

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�Oh Referee!�

Miriam was standing just outside the ring, pointing at Sophie�s foot on the rope.

�Oh Bull�oney!!� cried Kylie.

�TWO COUNT! Only two!� said the referee emphatically. Sophie flashed to life, belatedly kicking out with authority, throwing Kylie completely off her. Sophie struggled painfully to her feet as Kylie got to hers. Kylie jumped forward, trying to execute an inside cradle for another quick pinning attempt, but Sophie wasn�t surprised. She grabbed the rope, and the pinning attempt fell apart into a sloppy tackle, both women seemingly tangled in the ropes and each other. Each woman tried desperately to emerge from the pile with the advantage. Kylie slapped Sophie across the face. Sophie scratched Kylie�s leg and received a kick in her stomach for her trouble. Sophie stomped Kylie in the face, and seemed to seize the advantage.

The tall blonde hopped out of the tangle of limbs and rope and grabbed one of Kylie�s flailing legs, breast still free of her top. She pulled Kylie to the center of the ring and stomped Kylie�s outstretched tummy. She took a second to adjust her top, tucking her pert breast back into the confines of the bra, and grabbed Kylie�s hair, again pulling her to her feet. Kylie fired a punch into Sophie�s stomach, earning a pained yelp from Miriam�s little pet, but the blonde recovered quickly, sticking Kylie�s head between her thighs and securing her arms. She smashed Kylie to the canvas with a brutally perfect pedigree. The sweat-slicked beauty rolled Kylie�s dead weight over and went for the pin.

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And Sophie felt herself pulled forcefully out of the ring by Miriam. She dropped out of the ring, landing on her feet, a confused look on her face.

�Nicely done,� Miriam giggled. �I�m enjoying myself so thoroughly, I couldn�t bear for the match to end. Go on now.�

Sophie wanted to cry in frustration, but she knew that Miriam giveth, and Miriam taketh away. She leapt back into the ring, Kylie apparently rejoining the land of the living. Once again, Sophie went for the pin, making sure that her legs weren�t within reach of her mistress.

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And this time it was Kylie herself thwarting her, raising her shoulder off the canvas to save herself without an assist. Sophie slammed the canvas in frustration and hauled Kylie back up.

Her legs felt like rubber, but Kylie was waging a furious battle within herself to regain control of her own body and enough strength to counter the resurgent Mitchell. The strong blonde pushed Kylie�s head between her legs and hauled her up into position for a pile driver. Just as Sophie lowered the boom once again, smiting Kylie into helplessness, Miriam struck again. She jumped up onto the ring apron in clear view of the official. And, as always, the trick worked to the advantage of the wicked. Immediately, the referee charged over to Miriam.

�Get down!� he commanded.

�Who?� asked Miriam, pure surprise and a little hurt etched into her face, her hands up, palms facing outward in a gesture of surprise.

�You, Gaiman!� the referee said. �Now! I mean it!�

�I think you�re doing an excellent job, sir,� she said, giggling. �There�s just something about a big, strapping man that makes me�� Suddenly the confused look crossed her face again. ��feel�is it humid in here?�

�NOW!!!� he thundered.

�No way to talk to a lady,� Miriam muttered, hopping gracefully back to the floor.

The referee spun around, Sophie looking at him pleadingly. Kylie wasn�t moving. As he slid into position, Kylie was weakly kicking, trying to free herself.

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Kylie managed to slip free.

�NO!!!!!!!� shrieked Sophie.

She stood and dragged Kylie with her. The elfin blonde�s eyes were vacant, still stunned by Sophie�s heavy artillery. Sophie once again made Kylie the envy of every heterosexual male in attendance, placing her head between her thighs for the third time. She hauled Kylie up into position for a power bomb�

�and Kylie, reacting on instinct alone, wrapped her arm tightly around Sophie�s head, converting the power bomb into a DDT. The blondes crashed into the canvas, Kylie taking some punishment, but Sophie taking much worse. Sophie lay on her back, chest heaving, sweat-matted hair in her face. Kylie was on her back a few feet away, one shapely leg kicking out weakly. Sophie was the first to stir. She rolled onto her side, then to her stomach, and began crawling to the ropes. Her head was aching. The pain was distant, though, the DDT having a momentary numbing effect. That meant it�d be really bad in a few minutes.

Kylie groaned. Her black top was drenched with sweat. She rolled over, and saw Sophie climbing to her feet, with an assist from the ropes, her shapely ass very much on display thanks to Miriam�s fashion taste. That meant Kylie�s life was going to be difficult if she couldn�t find her feet. She fought to her own feet, and staggered/turned right into Sophie�s grasp.

�NNNGH!� Sophie grunted, wrapping her arms around Kylie�s midsection, trapping her in a bear hug.

�Ah! Ugh!� cried Kylie as she felt Sophie pour all her strength into the hold. Sophie�s face turned red, her face a mask of pained concentration. Her finely sculpted legs shook and her shoulders and arms flexed. Kylie knew this was more than just Sophie�s strength�this was her anger, her love, her fear, and her hate crushing her midsection, denying her air. Miriam was transfixed. Kylie caught a glimpse of the red head perched outside the ring. She was watching like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse. Kylie swore she could see a long tail behind the crazed witch whipping back and forth, making her appear more evil than ever.

She was being consumed. She fell back, her arms limp, her own face red as her vision began to blur. Kylie�s midsection was being crushed and Sophie was beating and squeezing the fight out of her.

�Uh!� she cried as Sophie wrenched her just a little bit harder.

�Uh��

She was finished. Sophie let the bear hug go, and Kylie tumbled limply to the canvas. Sophie rolled her over, securing her victory.

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�NO!!!!!!!!!� Sophie screamed, tears welling in her eyes as Miriam once again pulled her off Kylie. �no�no�no�why?� Sophie mumbled to herself as she scrambled back. She once again pressed Kylie into the canvas.

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Kylie kicked out�barely. Sophie let out a sick, stricken sob, as Kylie coughed weakly. Mitchell dragged Sanders to her feet, and Kylie fired a left into Sophie�s face. Sophie shook it off, but Kylie fired a right boot into her stomach, doubling her over. Kylie ran on rubbery legs that threatened to fail her at any second, but they did not. She grabbed Sophie and drove her face into the canvas with a bulldog. The taller blonde clutched her head, drumming her feet in pain. She lifted her ass, then fell flat, before trying desperately to push herself up.

Kylie could rest later. She nearly had the match won early, but for some interference by Miriam, her old scourge. But for more interference by the bitch, she�d have tasted defeat on several occasions. She couldn�t make sense of the woman�s involvement, she knew that. She also knew she couldn�t rest. Throwing caution to the wind�she was beaten anyway if this match stretched out more than five minutes or so�she scaled the corner post and leapt, meeting a staggering Sophie with an ax handle blow across the forehead as she tried to rise.

Sophie�s eyes rolled back in her head, seemingly exhausted mentally and emotionally. She collapsed to the canvas as Kylie went for the cover.

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�Miriam�� Sophie moaned.

�ARGH!� Kylie grunted as Miriam answered Sophie�s prayer. She yanked Kylie off Sophie and onto the floor.

Miriam withdrew, licking her lips as she and Kylie stared at each other. Miriam�s lips twisted into that insane smirk that (probably always would) turn Kylie�s blood cold. Sophie was on her feet in the ring, and Kylie cut her losses. She rolled into the ring and rose to face her perplexed, tortured opponent. Once again, they locked up, and once again, Sophie�s strength enabled her to push Kylie back. She moved the pixie back into the corner and unleashed a chop that crashed into Kylie�s breasts.

�UGH! OH!� cried Kylie. Sophie wound up for another chop, but Kylie ducked, and powered Sophie backward, her legs pumping furiously, Robert Gallery in miniature. Sophie dropped an ax handle between Kylie�s shoulder blades, and the little engine that could suddenly couldn�t. Sophie lifted Kylie up, but the Iowan lifted a knee into Sophie�s bare midsection.

�Ooof!� groaned Sophie as Kylie stepped around and grabbed Sophie around her taut midsection. She pulled backward with all her might and felt something strain in her stomach, threatening to tear, but she powered through it, and delivered a German Suplex, then tumbled into a matchbook pin, gaining maximum leverage as Sophie kicked furiously to get her shoulders off the mat.

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The bell rang, and Kylie fell off Sophie, her body, this time, anyway, able to stay the course that her heart had charted. She stood wearily, allowing the referee to raise her hand in victory. She looked back at Sophie. The tall blonde was on her back, sobbing quietly. Now, Kylie thought, was a time to indulge her sympathy. She helped Sophie up and saw bitter tears welling in her eyes.

�You�re tough,� offered Kylie, extending her hand. �I�m sorry someone had to lose this one.�

Sophie took her hand, and didn�t let go, pulling the gracious winner into a vicious short clothesline. Kylie fell like a ton of bricks, and Sophie proceeded to vent all her bitterness and anger on Kylie, stomping her repeatedly. Kylie was barely conscious by the time Sophie paused. The enraged, embattled blonde rolled Kylie over and showed her what it was like to be on the wrong end of an opponent�s finisher. She locked in her Valediction finisher, a brutal variation of the camel clutch. Miriam was now in the ring. She looked at Sophie with a look that bespoke approval, before bending over to meet Kylie�s faltering gaze.

�Even when you win,� Miriam said wistfully, �you�re still a loser.�

Sophie was nearly oblivious to her mistress. She was consumed by the desire to inflict pain on Kylie. Whether Kylie was truly the object of her hate, or perhaps a proxy, or merely an instrument to be used, it�s impossible to tell.

�I remember that you like some extra special attention after you�re beaten,� Miriam mused. Kylie�s eyes were half-lidded, but Miriam thought she saw tears welling in there. What is this, she thought. An Oprah show? Maybe she should cry just to fit in.

�Remember you said I was your best lay ever? Hmmmmm?� she cooed. ��The best lay ever, parted my ass and kicked it!� I wonder if you�d like to give Sophie here a try. No? Dear Kylie�my little pet. You never cease to disappoint me�which, I suppose, is why I like you so much.�

Sophie�s eyes flickered with a sudden, intense rage the moment the redhead muttered that one simple p-word, and Mitchell yanked back a little harder on her clutch. The blonde ensnared in her grasp merely gurgled in agony, powerless to do little else. It was such a simple hold: but utterly inescapable, when applied properly.

Miriam tilted her head to one side. �I DO like the new look,� she purred, tousling the captive�s locks. �I might have chosen it for you myself, even.�

Still leaning forward, Miriam�s gaze slipped upward, locking with Sophie�s. �But, maybe the two of us can find a few other things to chose to do for you. While we�ve got you here��

WINNER: Kylie Sanders