The first bout of the evening is a dark match, unseen by the viewing audience. But to the thousands of fans packed into the arena, it is the opening salvo of what they hope will prove to be a raucous night of mat mayhem.

A new wrestler makes her FAWN debut this evening to the strains of a remixed club version of �California Girls� by the Beach Boys. Cheri Torrance steps out from behind the curtain, her curvaceous body garbed in a tight red lifeguard-style one piece suit, sun-kissed blonde hair flowing as she makes her way down to the ring amid the appreciative cheers of the fans. Climbing into the ring, she kicks off her thong sandals and does some last minute stretches on the ropes as she awaits her maiden opponent.

Suddenly, Alice Cooper�s rock anthem, �School�s Out� begins to tear across the arena�s sound system. The FAWN-O-TRON shows video footage of Desire the Naughty Schoolgirl doing what she does best....ripping into hapless opponents. The crowd responds with a roar as The Schoolgirl from Toronto, Canada emerges at the top of the ramp in her familiar plaid skirt, white blouse tied off just below her breasts, and white knee high socks and platform Mary Janes finishing the ensemble. She struts to the ring as the fans scream their approval. Although not as prominent in the league as she had been, Desire remains popular with more than a few fans, and they lustily cheer her on.

The referee pats the girls down for hidden weapons and goes over the rule one last time before calling for the bell. Cheri, her face a mask of intensity, immediately starts to circle, but Desire simply beams a beguiling smile and holds out her hand for a good luck handshake. The surfer girl hesitates, knowing full well her opponent�s penchant for dirty tricks, but then decides to warily accept the outstretched hand. Much to the blonde�s surprise, Desire does nothing dastardly as they briefly shake; she doesn�t have to. The wily schoolgirl has already accomplished her goal of breaking her foe�s focus, disrupting the internal rhythm she had set for herself going into this match.

The wisdom of this strategy become evident as the two lock up, momentarily straining against one another, until Desire suddenly drives a Kneelift into Cheri�s abdomen, then snares her in a Side Headlock. The schoolgirl grinds away, cannily turning their bodies to keep the punches she throws with her free hand into her rival�s face out of the ref�s field of vision. Finally, Torrance is able to push her abuser off, but Desire uses the momentum to rebound off of the ropes, and then nails the rookie with a Shoulderblock that sends Cheri crashing to the mat.

Grabbing her downed foe�s ankles, Desire splits Cheri�s leg wide, her foot hovering ominously. Torrance waves her hands frantically and cries, �No! Nooooooooo!� But the schoolgirl ignores her pleas and begins stomping away at the surfer girl�s groin and inner thighs. Suddenly, still holding Cheri by the legs, Desire flips her over onto her stomach and locks in a Boston Crab.

The surfer girl�s fists pound the canvas to fight the pain that exploded up and down her spine. She reached her hands out, desperately trying to grab the ropes, but they were too far away. Desire gave a wicked laugh as she leaned backwards, increasing the pressure. �What�s the term you surfers use for that tricky move? Oh yeah�Layback!� And with another cruel laugh, the schoolgirl leans backwards even more, drawing forth a scream from her victim.

But it is a howl only partly of agony. It is also the bellow of defiance, as Cheri plants the palms of her hands against the canvas, grits her teeth and, with a growl and in a magnificent display of strength, she manages to straighten out her legs. The sudden move catches Desire by surprise, and she is hurled forward, finding herself tangled in the ropes. That gives the Californian, despite the crippling pain in her lower back, the moments she needs to get back to her feet and resume the fight.

As Desire disentangles herself from the steel cables, she turns�and is promptly Snapmared to the center of the ring. She scrambles to her feet, but she is met with a Dropkick to the face and chest that sends her back down and skidding on her backside into the nearest corner. The surfer girl then Slingshots her opponent into the center of the ring. With a groan, Desire rolls over onto her back, while Torrance goes to the corner and begins to climb up the turnbuckles, intent on launching herself from the top with a match-ending Bodysplash.

But the Naughty Schoolgirl pushes through the fog in her brain and springs into action, scrambling to her hands and knees and launching herself towards the corner, where she manages to grab the top rope and jerk it enough to cause Cheri to lose her balance. The blonde falls, her descent halted as she slams crotch-first atop the ring rope! And there she sits, perched atop the cable as she clutches it with both hands to prevent from falling over sideways onto the concrete floor at ringside, her mouth twisted into an �O� shape and her eyes rolled upwards. And not one for missing a good opportunity, Desire again grabs the rope, shaking it up and down, adding immeasurable to her opponent�s distress. With a moan, Torrance collapses in the proper direction, landing with a thud on the canvas, her hands clutching her throbbing womanhood.

The smirk on her face made it plain for all to see that Desire was quite eager to inflict further hardships upon her foe. �Upsy daisy, Malibu Barbie,� she said as she hauled Cheri to her feet by her hair. �Let�s play some more!� Having pretty much exhausted her repertoire of legitimate wrestling holds, the schoolgirl went with what she knew best�cheating. First, simply to be mean, she stomped the heel of her shoe down upon Torrance�s unprotected bare toes. Then, grabbing her opponent by her golden mane, she raked Cheri�s eyes across the top rope. The surfer girl reeled away with a shriek, her hands frantically rubbing her ravaged eyes.

But the pain also snapped her out of her daze. And as Desire again grabbed Cheri by the hair, this time intent on applying a Breast Claw to the blonde, Torrance�s eyes suddenly blazed with fury, and her left hand darted out, wrapping itself around the schoolgirl�s throat. Desire gurgled and gasped as her eyes went wide and she clutched at her attacker�s wrist, trying to pry herself free of the stranglehold. But the Californian wasn�t about to give her the opportunity to escape, and she cocked her other arm and balled her fist, then jack hammered it once, twice, thrice into the Naughty One�s deceptively angelic face. A fourth blow landed deep into Desire�s belly, knocking what air remained in her body out with a pathetic whoosh.

With one fluid move, Torrance scooped up her opponent, spun 180 degrees while holding her aloft, and used the momentum to Bodyslam the schoolgirl to the mat with authority. A Legdrop did further damage, and Cheri went in for the pin.

But Desire was far from finished. Almost instinctively, she reached her hands out, poking Torrance in the eyes. The surfer girl jumped to her feet and, whimpering, staggered back to the corner farthest away from the schoolgirl, desperate to clear her vision and regain the upper hand. But in those precious moments of recovery time, Desire was likewise anxious to seize control of the match again�and to seize other things.

Standing behind Cheri, she grabbed her close to the roots of her hair with one hand, and snaked her other hand down between the blonde�s thighs, until she was able to lock a Clawhold onto Torrance�s already tender groin. The Californian screamed, and the power seemed to be almost instantly draining from her body as she slowly sank to her knees. Desire�s fingers cruelly dug through the thin fabric of her victim�s suit to inflict the harshest pain possible to the blonde. The Schoolgirl�s mind wandered to the issue of whether she should put this bimbo away with a Forward or Reverse Facesit.

It was then that Cheri demonstrated that she could learn a few things from her opponent. Reaching her hands up and back, she jabbed her thumbs into Desire�s eyes, and the schoolgirl tumbled backwards with a howl, releasing her hold on the blonde. Torrance wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and wait for the agony to subside, but she knew she would have no more chances beyond this to win the fight. Forcing herself to stand up, she maneuvered herself behind the also-rising Desire. Reaching around, she grabbed the rule breaker by her wrists and pulled her arms up, crossing them across her chest. Before Desire had any inkling of what was in store for her, Cheri hit her with her �Wipe Out,� a modified Aztec Suplex. The back of the schoolgirl�s head slammed into the canvas with the collective weight of both women behind the impact. She was unconscious before the rest of her body hit the mat.

Covering Desire�s body with her own, Cheri gets the three count. And once more, she demands that her battered body rise. This time, it is to the tumultuous cheers of the fans, and the surfer girl�s face lights up with a smile as the referee raises her arm in victory. She gives a double �Hang Ten� salute with both hands to the crowd, and marches proudly up the aisle back to her dressing room.

As they�d say back on the beach, the grommet had carved the barrel without locking in, and she was stoked!