"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 steps out from the back and begins walking toward the ring. Jeanette's hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, her face set in a nervous smile. She wears a gold two-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. She 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.

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. She was fully aware that she�d need to be at the top of her game against this opponent�this woman whom she�d faced twice before�and lost both times. Jeanette swallowed as she recalled both matches. They haunted her, still. Summed up in one word, Jeanette�s defeats were�complete. Jeanette�s skill, stamina, and strength had been completely overwhelmed by the Killer Imp�s ferocity. Now, it was all on the line. Another loss would spell the end of her status as a top draw. The task was daunting�to beat a woman who�d she�d not even come close to beating in two previous tries.

The lights dim, a hush falling over the crowd, then Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature guitar intro bursting into the arena. Precisely as the drum roll thunders in, a shower of sparks explodes from above, showering the entire arena in momentarily blinding light. Finally, as the rest of the band joins in, two flares go off on either side of the entry way at the top of the aisle and Chrissy Daniel, the Killer Imp, steps onto the ramp. There's a trace of erotic playfulness in her step, as her full, luscious lips curl into a mischievous smile. Her voluptuous body is on display as usual, with her full breasts covered by a black leather bikini top with small chrome studs. A matching black leather thong bestows on the crowd a look at one of the roundest asses on the planet. Black boots round out the Killer Imp's ensemble.

She strolls seductively down the rest of the aisle, her big chest bouncing, the crowd buzzing, as the nubile hellion makes her long awaited return to the ring. The former FAWN champion gyrates slowly, the Cheshire grin still on her face. Egging the crowd on with her sexy body crackling with energy, she makes her way to the ring. She slowly climbs the stairs, allowing the crowd to take her in...a nice serving of sex garnished with some hateful glee, the aroma of violence filling the air. Standing mid-ring, she flips her thick lustrous hair back over her head, bouncing provocatively, shadowboxing a couple punches, big chest bouncing satisfyingly.

Mounting the bottom rope in her corner, she raises her arms. With a smile that would turn the knees of the devil himself into water, she steps down from the ropes, setting her large rack jiggling in the tight skimpy bikini top. As the music dies down, she settles back into her corner, her plushly sexy body hiding all the lust and havoc that could fit into such a small frame.

Chrissy strode out to the middle of the ring, smirking, large round breasts straining against her tight red pleather bikini top, jiggling as she moved. Looking over the bikini clad blonde�her personal bitch. Chrissy�s smirk broadened into a full lipped grin.

"I'm surprised you chose to show up, ho bag," Chrissy sneered. �I�m finishing you this time. I bet you�re getting wet already!�

Jeanette did not react, save for a slight tensing of her arms and creasing of her brow as she too made her way to center ring. Before they could lock up, Chrissy suddenly leaped at the blonde's face, raking her fingers across her eyes. Caught by surprise, Jeanette's hands flew upwards to protect her eyes. Chrissy immediately buried her fist into blonde belly. Feeling the blonde�s skin give way beneath her fist gave Chrissy such a rush! There was no feeling in the world like another woman�s flesh in her control. The tactile sensation of her fist and the blonde�s smooth tummy, the knowledge that she was crumbling the other woman�s spirit , causing her panic, pain� Chrissy lived for this. As Jeanette doubled over, her smooth softness yielding to Chrissy�s powerful punch, Chrissy�s felt that giddy rush she so craved.

Chrissy pulled Jeanette�s head into her right side, securing a painful side headlock. Jeanette�s left hand resting on Chrissy�s hip, she began to slap Chrissy�s stomach with her right, fighting the hold and setting the blonde�s own juicy tits a-bounce. Chrissy snarled, sending her left fist up into the blonde�s face, pounding the flawless flesh repeatedly. Jeanette struggled to free herself, but Chrissy held her trussed firmly in the headlock. Clawing her fingers, she plunged them into the helpless face of the blonde bombshell, slashing into her beautiful face, gouging into her vulnerable countenance. Reveling in the reaction of pain and alarm, Chrissy smirked as she worked Jeanette�s beautiful face. Control of this beautiful, physically striking bitch was something that Chrissy lived for. She felt Jeanette�s body shudder in her control as Lansdale dropped to one knee and tugged on the attacking hand with her free right hand for all she was worth!

Jeanette came into this match intimidated by this woman. After a minute, intimidation threatened to blossom into panic. She was doomed if she let Chrissy control the match like this�and she had to stem this tide quickly if she were to have a chance. The smaller woman was too strong, and pulling on her hand was getting her nowhere. Jeanette shifted her weight, falling rolling toward her knee that touched the canvas. She got Chrissy off balance and swung her around, tackling her into a roll-up pinning predicament.

Chrissy let go and kicked out before the referee could even get into place, but Jeanette had accomplished her immediate goal�get just a little bit of breathing room and try to take the initiative in this match. Her eyes were filled with tears from the eye gouge, and her stomach took a few powerful punches from Chrissy, but some of the nerves had subsided. Chrissy got to her feet snarling, and Jeanette once again felt that pang of fear. In their first two matches, Jeanette had seen that expression on Chrissy�s face. Each time it had been the harbinger of an offensive onslaught before which Jeanette wilted. Chrissy lunged at Jeanette. The taller woman jumped over her and spun. Chrissy stopped, and spun around also, just in time to see Jeanette lunging back at her.

Chrissy caught just enough of the spear attempt to turn it into a tackle�nevertheless, she still tumbled backward, Jeanette�s lunge packing too much kinetic energy to withstand completely. Jeanette landed on top of Chrissy and fired two short rights into Chrissy�s face. She�d use this nervous energy as best she could�channeling it into a flurry of punches. She connected with her fourth, some fear leaving with each connection, replaced with a modicum of confidence.

Chrissy could not let her get that confidence. As long as Jeanette was on the defensive, she was toast. Writhing beneath the bigger blonde, Chrissy did her best to evade the full brunt of the punches, with questionable success. Quick as lightening, her hand flashed out, grabbing the blonde�s hair and pulling her face down toward her. In one smooth motion, she torqued her torso, driving her forearm and elbow up into and across Jeanette�s face, violently snapping her head to the side. Momentarily stunned, Jeanette�s attack ceased, her succulent body shuddering with the impact. A second time, Chrissy swung her arm, cracking her across the face the other way. With Jeanette momentarily stunned, she twisted her body, shoving the blonde off of her seated position on her and onto the mat. As Jeanette tried to get her bearings, Chrissy rose to her knees behind her, grabbing her hair and pulling her back towards her, wrapping her arm around her neck from behind and tearing at her eyes with her clawed fingers, shaking her head from side to side as she worked the poor girl�s face.

Jeanette cried out as her face was assaulted once again. The pain burned off some of the fog of her stupor. She felt adrenaline surge into her system, urging her powerful muscles to fight. She began struggling furiously, thrashing her muscled body about in a frantic effort to free herself. Finally, she got just free enough to lunge for the ropes. Jeanette reached out and grabbed the rope with her finger�just one finger.

The referee called for a break. Chrissy gave Jeanette�s neck a savage twist before letting go, letting the ailing blonde fall to her stomach. Chrissy stood and stomped Jeanette�s back, driving boot after boot into her. With each blow, Jeanette squirmed. She was trying to pull herself up, using the ropes for assistance. She knew she had to get the advantage back, but there was no easy way to do it. She had to weather this storm, she thought, as Chrissy raked her nails down Jeanette�s back.

Jeanette�s back arched in pain and breath hissed between her lips as Chrissy raked her alabaster back. Jeanette sagged into the ropes, gasping for control. Jeanette felt Chrissy�s fingers entwining into her hair as the little beachcat pulled her to her knees and to her feet, backing her into the ropes. Chrissy grabbed the back of the blonde�s head at the neck and pulled her forward into a vicious kneelift to the belly, the fleshy knee smashing up into the blonde�s belly mound, Jeanette�s flesh folding around the knee in pain. Pressing her foe back into the ropes, Chrissy smacked her knee into Jeanette�s crotch, Jeanette�s knees buckling, causing her to sit in the strands. Chrissy looked out at the crowd with a sinister smirk, unloading a fist to the hurting blonde�s face. With the blonde on the run, Chrissy pulled her to her feet by the arm, pulling the taller woman out into the ring and flinging her into the ropes. As Jeanette bounced off the ropes, she turned face first into a solid elbow across the eyes and bridge of the nose, courtesy of the Manhattan Beach hellion.

It was familiar territory for Jeanette. Chrissy seemed able to shrug off everything she could throw at her, while Jeanette tried desperately to hold on as Chrissy unloaded on her. Just as in their past two matches, Chrissy was superior strength and toughness nullified Jeanette�s speed, quickness, and technical ability. Yet, it was the hell cat�s sheer viciousness for which Jeanette seemed to have no answer. Chrissy scooped the stunned blonde up and planted her with a body slam.

�Ah!� Jeanette yelped as she arched her back to alleviate the pain. Chrissy leapt into the air and crashed down across Jeanette�s tummy, still in the air as her arched back sought relief.

�Ugh!� cried Jeanette as Chrissy flattened her to the canvas. Chrissy hooked one of Jeanette�s legs as the referee slid into position.

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Jeanette closed her eyes, summoning all of her strength. She kicked out with authority, leaving both Chrissy Daniel and the referee with surprised looks on their faces. Jeanette rolled onto her side, then over onto her hands and knees and tried to lift herself up off the canvas and back into contention as the throngs of true believers urged her to fight on.

Chrissy had Jeanette on the run and both women knew it! And Chrissy was an expert at consolidating an advantage. She knew her foe's weaknesses and was relentless in her attack of the statuesque blonde's vulnerabilities. As Jeanette rose to her hands and knees, Chrissy stalked her with a smirk. Dropping to her knees behind and to one side, she swept the bigger blonde's arms out from under her, Jeanette's face smacking into the mat abruptly.

�Oopsie,� Chrissy chuckled. �Jeanette go boom.� Chrissy entwined her left hand in Jeanette�s hair, twisting it tightly around her fist and pulling back, exposing the blonde�s face to the crowd. Eyes closed, a grimace on her face as her head was bent back on her neck, Jeanette hissed. �Come on, blondie. Let�s play,� Chrissy drawled.

Chrissy slammed Jeanette�s face forcefully into the mat, this time pinning it there with her left hand. Cheek pressed to the canvas roughly by her attacker, Jeanette was in trouble and she knew it. She would know immediately how much trouble she was in. With her face pinned to the mat, her knees on the mat, Jeanette�s butt was thrust up behind her, an inviting target. Chrissy slowly, playfully, slipped her hand in between Jeanette�s smooth, tawny thighs, delicately rubbing Lansdale�s bikini clad crotch. Jeanette shuddered involuntarily as her sweetmeat was toyed with, feeling the almost delicate touch through her bikini bottoms.

�Mmmmm, you like that, don�t you, slut?� Chrissy continued to caress her bikini bottoms and the vulnerability within, a smirk on her face. As Jeanette started to move about, trying to fight it, Chrissy twisted her hair hold tighter, pressing anew on her face. �Hold still, cunt,� Chrissy hissed. �We�re just getting warmed up.� To accent her words, she quick as lightning slammed her fist up into the blonde�s unprotected tummy.

�Gunnnnhhhhh,� she groaned, her face grimacing as the fist pummeled her smooth skin. Chrissy shifted her position, sitting on the blonde�s head, pinning her left cheek to the mat beneath her crotch, her thighs to either side of her face, holding her steady. Facing the blonde�s elevated ass, Chrissy caressed her foe�s soft smooth belly with one hand, as her other sought out her foe�s right breast, toying with it through her bikini top. Holding the blonde in that fashion, Chrissy worked her double pronged attack on the bigger woman.

It was humiliating, to be sure, but it was also a blessing. A remarkably well-conditioned athlete, Jeanette needed a break�and if Chrissy wanted to try to sex her up instead of pressing her advantage all the way home, so be it. For the time being, she could breathe, and she wasn�t being pounded by the demonic bitch. She sucked in a few breaths of air. When Chrissy decided to relinquish this route, Jeanette would have a chance.

�Uh.�

Jeanette was surprised to hear herself. The little bitch knew how to play her�and Jeanette suddenly realized that this might not be the reprieve she thought it was. She�d been dominated twice by this particular tormentor, and Jeanette felt completely controlled by her�the beginning of this match having done nothing to dispel those feelings.

�Mmf.�

This wasn�t physical, so much as psychological. Chrissy was saying that she could do whatever she wished with Jeanette�and Jeanette couldn�t stop her. At least for the moment, Chrissy was right.

Jeanette remembered her experience with the big dominatrix Hans had brought in�Flame. Jeanette had won their encounter resoundingly, but the bested dominatrix gave Jeanette a piece of advice that would serve her now. How well it would serve her was yet to be determined.

Let it take you while it�s small.

Jeanette couldn�t bear he thought of surrendering an orgasm to Chrissy�but she could bear the thought of being completely subdued by her for a third time even less. It was not a moral or spiritual decision, but a tactical one. Give it up now, rather than several minutes from now. Several minutes from now it would be bigger�it was already growing�and would leave her with legs of rubber when she�d need her legs of steel to carry any hope of victory. Jeanette relaxed.

�Ohhhhhh�

Chrissy smirked.

�Does my little bitch like that?� Chrissy taunted.

Jeanette began breathing quickly, shallowly, as she let Chrissy have it.

�Ohhh!�

She�d grown moist, her nipple trying desperately to poke through her bikini top as Chrissy�s fingers offered their delicious, yet loveless, caress. Jeanette inhaled sharply. She tensed.

�Oh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh.�

Chrissy felt Jeanette�s body quiver, then slacken. She heard Jeanette sigh. Chrissy once again ran her hand across Jeanette�s pubes. Moist. Not soaking. Jeanette whimpered in protest�the whimper of annoyed lover, post-climax. That was all there was�at least for now.

�Minor league talent,� Chrissy hissed. �And a minor league orgasm. I swear, bitch, you�ve been one big disappointment after another.�

The Killer Imp rose from the woman whom she�d made a habit of dominating and flipped her onto her back, intent of removing what was left of her pride. Winning wasn�t enough. She wanted to humiliate the blonde�break her�suck her dry so that she�d shiver and turn pale at the mere mention of the name Chrissy Daniel.

But as soon as Jeanette rolled over, she lashed out with a desperate kick that connected solidly with Chrissy�s left knee. The Killer Imp yelped. Then she groaned as a second, equally stiff and equally desperate kick found her soft belly.

�GUH!� exclaimed Chrissy, doubling over, and sending her face right into the path of a third kick, propelled by the blonde as she rolled to her right side, imparting enough force to snap Chrissy�s head around as it slammed into her jaw. Chrissy staggered back�then fell to the canvas, face first, as Jeanette�s leg collapsed to the canvas, her magnificent chest heaving as she tried to recover from the Daniel onslaught.

Chrissy and Jeanette both lie on the mat for several seconds as the referee began to count. He counted slowly, however, as no one in attendance came here to see a double count out. By the time he reached five, Chrissy was stirring. Jeanette was stirring at six. At eight, Chrissy, a look of supreme annoyance on her face was stalking her prey, while Jeanette was up on one knee.

�Bit-UGH!� Chrissy stammered as Jeanette fought fire with fire�a hard punch right into her belly. A second punch found the junction of Chrissy�s thighs as Jeanette abandoned the high road to near-certain defeat and took the low road that might finally lead her to victory against Chrissy. The Killer Imp staggered away, muttering what Jeanette and the referee could only assume were long chains of creatively strung-together obscenities. Jeanette was up�and she got a running start and bulldogged Chrissy to the canvas. She flipped the momentarily stunned hellion onto her back and hooked a leg.

The referee counted.

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And Chrissy kicked out with authority�letting Jeanette know that redemption was still a long way off down the road.

Adrenaline was surging now for Jeanette, and she didn�t want to make a mistake that could allow Chrissy to blunt her assault. The athletic blonde stood, then fell forward, driving her knee into Chrissy�s back.

�OW!� grunted Chrissy, arching her back. �You better kill me, bitch!�

�Good advice,� deadpanned Jeanette, as she grabbed a handful of Chrissy�s hair and slammed her face into the coarse canvas� seven� eight� nine� ten times. When Jeanette stopped to catch her breath, she let Chrissy�s head go. It fell with a thud to the canvas. Jeanette stood, momentarily unsure of what to do�she�d never had the initiative against Chrissy Daniel before�not to this extent. She pulled Chrissy up and whipped her into the ropes, Chrissy�s luscious breasts bouncing jauntily within the confines of her top as her back impacted the turnbuckles. Jeanette went back to the well, running with a spear attempt. This time, Chrissy didn�t catch her, and Jeanette�s shoulder found Chrissy�s midsection�fearsome force behind it.

�Ugh!� grunted Chrissy as Jeanette grabbed the ropes with both hands and repeatedly slammed her shoulder into Chrissy�s soft, yielding tummy. Jeanette tumbled off Chrissy, adrenaline surging through her. She�d hurt Chrissy. For the first time ever, she�d really hurt her. She stalked Chrissy, grabbing two fistfuls of hair, and dragged her up.

The Killer Imp was reeling. The beautiful thing about killer instinct, however, is that it�s woven into your soul�it made Chrissy who and what she is. The Killer Imp. And sometimes, the instinct takes over. Chrissy slapped her arms around Jeanette�s stomach and heaved her up. She converted the lift into an atomic drop. �UUGH!� groaned Jeanette. Chrissy let go and pushed Jeanette backward, the stunned blonde crashing into a heap. Chrissy remained on one knee. She huffed mightily, shaking her head and clutching her abused tummy as Jeanette�s glistening body writhed a few feet from her. The Killer Imp knew what Jeanette knew. For the first time in three matches, Jeanette was threatening. She�d inflicted enough pain on the hellion to worry her. Chrissy felt her face flush�anger seeping into her soul.

This bitch was going to lie helpless at her feet at the end of this match�just like the other times. She stood as Jeanette climbed to all fours. Reaching behind her back, Chrissy began untying her bikini top, eliciting a roar from the crowd. Her impressive rack bounced free as the Killer Imp, her eyes narrowed, wrapped each hand in a healthy amount of leather. Jeanette looked up, and Chrissy struck, Jeanette barely had the chance to register fear before the bra was wrapped around her neck. Chrissy squeezed, as Jeanette�s hands tore at the bra-cum-garotte.

�Break it, Daniel!� screamed the referee. Chrissy ignored him. She poured on the pressure and drove Jeanette quickly to the breaking point.

�ONE!� screamed the ref.

Jeanette�s struggles were subsiding quickly as panic and pain claimed her.

�TWO!�

�THREE!�

Jeanette was done. Her vision was narrowing, blackness creeping in rapidly.

�FOUR!�

The blonde�s body suddenly relaxed as Chrissy choked the last bit of fight from her.

�FIVE! RING THE BELL!�

Chrissy heard the ref calling for the bell. She released the bra, and Jeanette�s body collapsed to the canvas. Chrissy kicked the beaten, limp heroine onto her back. Jeanette�s ample, sweat-slicked chest heaved. It�d been worth it, Chrissy decided.

�The winner of the match�by disqualification�Jeanette Lansdale!�

Chrissy turned, sneering at the referee who eyed her nervously. She held up her hand, middle finger extended. Before she could follow the gesture up with words, however, Disturbed�s �The Sickness� emanated from the speakers and Bethany Christian wearing a black suit stood at the top of the ramp. She raised the microphone to her ruby red lips, a look of supreme annoyance on her face.

�This is a Pay-Per-View!� she said. �These people and the millions at home didn�t plunk down their cash to see a damn disqualification.�

The crowd erupts in a diffident mix of boos and cheers.

�The match continues,� Bethany said. �Now!� The stunning brunette dropped her hands to her hips and looked on.

The referee nodded his head and turned back to Chrissy. The topless hellcat dove across Jeanette, hooking one of her limp legs. The ref slid into position.

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Kickout. The crowd erupted. Chrissy slammed the canvas in frustration. She went for another cover.

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Kickout. Jeanette was still alive. Chrissy pulled Jeanette up, teeth bared in anger. She tried to Irish Whip Jeanette into the ropes, but the exhausted blonde had enough to put on the brakes. Jeanette reversed it and sent Chrissy for the ride. As the voluptuous demon-child barreled off the ropes, stunning D-cups bouncing in unfettered majesty, Jeanette�s own killer instinct flashed. She lashed out with a heartpunch�once a finisher�here, merely the Great Equalizer.

Chrissy collapsed to the canvas with a pained groan, like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Jeanette collapsed to her knees as the cheers thundered across the arena. On shaky legs, Jeanette stood. She grabbed Chrissy by the hair, once again�but this time, there was no nasty surprise awaiting her. Summoning what was left of her flagging strength, Jeanette hefted the Imp up and carried her to the corner. With a grunt, Jeanette placed the topless prey on the top turnbuckle. She reeled slightly, rubbery legs threatening to quit on her.

The legs, egged on by the spirit, held, however, and Jeanette rocked Chrissy�s face with a vicious roundhouse slap. Chrissy�s eyes opened, and she stared vacantly at Jeanette.

�Shea deserved better,� Jeanette half-snarled and half-huffed. �And so did I!�

Chrissy�s eyes narrowed as Jeanette hopped onto the second rope and wrapped her arm around Chrissy�s head. She fell back, taking Chrissy with her in a rough, but effective, rendition of the Daniel Death. Chrissy�s head hit the canvas and her body tumbled. She settled onto her back, eyes closed. A weary Jeanette didn�t bother hooking her leg, opting instead to drape her own sweaty body across Chrissy�s.

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THREE

DING DING DING

Jeanette rolled off Chrissy�s motionless body and allowed the ref to help her to her feet. She caught a glimpse of Bethany Christian tossing her microphone away in disgust and walking away behind the curtain. She wasn�t sure what was greater�her joy or her relief. She pointed to her fans, basking in the sunlight of her redemption�or at least this phase of it.

Looking down at her finally-vanquished tormentor, Jeanette�s face hardened. She stalked over to the stunned Imp and grabbed her bottoms by the waistband. She tugged them down and over her hips and thighs, exposing Chrissy as the wanton bitch had exposed her and countless others. With her free hand, Jeanette made a show of wiping her brow and whipping the sweat at her beaten opponent.

She searched the ring, finding Chrissy�s discarded leather bra.

�She owes me one,� Jeanette said to herself as she held her trophies aloft.

WINNER: Jeanette Lansdale