TAMMY DeVILLE: �Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! Our next match features two of FAWN�s most popular combatants, Juliet Bloodwind and Miriam Gaiman. And Buck, it�s kind of amazing when you think that these two haven�t wrestled one another before, considering how active they�ve been in the league.

BUCK ANSOME: �Correction, Tams�Miriam Gaiman has been active. Juliet Bloodwind got herself kicked back to the reservation for a spell. And it wasn�t even one of the good reservations, the kind with casinos. No, she went to the one where everyone lives in rusted trailers and the only business that makes any money is the liquor store.�

TAMMY: �Ahem, you may want to quit while you�ve still got your scalp, kemo sabe.�

BUCK: �Whatever. My point is, Miriam has been front and center all along with the best of FAWN, while Little Feather has been running hot and cold. Frankly, I don�t think the injun has what it takes to hang in the ring with Miriam, and she certainly isn�t going to beat the wicked little minx.�

TAMMY: �Well, I can�t argue with you on the point that Miriam is one of FAWN�s best, and Juliet definitely has her work cut out for her this evening.�

BUCK: �The only cutting she�ll be able to do tonight is with her tomahawk. I hope the ref makes sure she doesn�t bring that into the ring!�

TAMMY: �*Sigh* I�m certain the official will be very thorough in making certain there are no foreign objects.�

BUCK: �All the same, maybe I ought to volunteer to help pat them down. You�d be amazed where these women can hide things!�

TAMMY: �Well, I can imagine where your �dates� slip the ten bucks you pay them.�

BUCK: �You�re not kidding! I�ll tell ya, they�heyyyyy, waitaminute, was that a slam?�

TAMMY: �Much as I�d love to continue this discussion with you, Buck, the time has come to introduce our wrestlers.�

To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name of", Tempe's Native American temptress, Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp, strutting down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. She gives a thumbs up to a fan holding aloft a sign that reads, JULIET: ON THE WARPATH TO GOLD!

At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, awaiting the arrival of her foe and the start of the match.

Without warning, the arena descends into blackness. For a moment, there is silence. Just a moment. And then the PA system explodes into life...

"Forfeit the game/Before somebody else/Takes you out of the frame/Puts your name to shame. Cover up your face/You can't run the race/The pace is too fast/You just won't last..."

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. But rather than her usual ring garb, she is cloaked in a full-length black satin robe, evoking for some, perhaps, the image of some dark priestess.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, paying no heed to the cheers, jeers and outstretched hands of the spectators. Behind her, garbed in a black leather bikini and white ring boots, is Sophie Mitchell. It takes Tammy DeVille several moments before realizing that, for the first time in months, Sophie is not tethered to Miriam by a leash. Nor, notably, is the blond casting her gaze downward any longer, as if in shame. Her face remains stoic and her eyes are trained straight ahead as she marches a good six steps behind Gaiman.

Gaiman and Mitchell enter the ring, and the redhead demands a microphone. She then spreads her arms wide, allowing Sophie to disrobe her, revealing herself to be wearing not her usual black vinyl one-piece ring suit, but instead a halter and bikini bottoms which look to be made of the same faux buckskin as Bloodwind�s attire.

Raising the microphone to her crimson lips, Miriam speaks. �Ugh! Me Princess Wild Beaver, and the Great Spirit tell me that you speakum with forked tongue, Bloodwind. Me come to uninvite you to Thanksgiving dinner. Ugh!�

TAMMY: �This is despicable! Miriam Gaiman is not only insulting Juliet Bloodwind, but she is disparaging Native American�s everywhere! This is shocking!�

BUCK: �Ha ha ha! I LOVE it! Miriam is giving that redskin just what she needs to hear! I�m tired of treating Indians like they�re something special�it�s about time somebody stopped being so damned politically correct in this country!�

TAMMY: �Buck, to you, being �politically correct� means calling a woman a chick instead of a broad.�

BUCK: �Well�yeah. What�s your point?�

TAMMY: �Oooooh�never mind!�

BUCK: �Good, because I wanna get back to this match! Hey, Miriam reminds me of my favorite Disney cartoon.�

TAMMY: �Dare I ask?�

BUCK: �Why �Poke A Hot Ass,� of course.�

TAMMY: �Of course.�

Gaiman�s little charade is clearly a gambit to anger and unnerve her opponent. In this, it is perhaps too successful. Juliet�s eyes blaze with fury, her nostrils flair, her body tenses with rage. And before Miriam can continue to belittle her opponent�s heritage, Bloodwind lunges at the redhead. The referee, realizing that he has no hope of separating them, orders the bell rung to begin the match, and orders Sophie Mitchell out of the ring, with the blond wordlessly complying.

Gaiman is caught by surprise by the sudden attack, but within momen her battle instincts take over, and the two buckskin-clad battlers roll back and forth across the mat, each trying to seize control of the fight.

It�s finally Juliet who manages to gain the upper hand, grabbing Miriam by the hair and standing, hauling the redhead to her feet as well. Her face still twisted into a visage of rage, the Native American drives her knee into the redhead�s lower belly, doubling Gaiman over. Bloodwind then slams her knee up into Miriam�s forehead, snapping back her head. Still holding the redhead by the hair, Juliet drags her over to the corner and begins to slam Gaiman�s face into the turnbuckle. The crowd counts along with each blow, and when they collectively reach ten, Juliet releases her hold and Miriam staggers backwards several steps before collapsing clumsily to her butt.

But while she�s down, she most definitely not out. As Juliet moves closer to resume her attack, Gaiman�s right leg flashes out, knocking the brunette�s feet out from under her, and sending Bloodwind to the canvas as well. Miriam rolls to her feet and, as Juliet begins to rise, the Native American is caught by a kick to the stomach that knocks her to her hands and knees, winded.

Every attempt by Juliet to rise up is met by further kicks and stomps to her back, her head, and her ribs; Gaiman even contemptuously steps on her foe�s back, her weight forcing Bloodwind face first into the mat with a grunt.

The redhead then sits atop her opponent�s back, pulls Juliet�s arms up over Miriam�s legs, and puts the Native American in a camel clutch�albeit a modified one. Rather than lacing her fingers underneath Bloodwind�s chin in order to jerk her head back, Gaiman slips the first two fingers of each hand into the sides of her foe�s mouth, locking in an inverted mandible claw that adds to the brunette�s suffering.

TAMMY: �Miriam Gaiman has definitely taken charge of this match, and she�s ably demonstrating why she knows better than just about anyone else how to make a tough hold feel even more painful for her victim.�

BUCK: �Yee hah, Miri�ride that pony!�

Suddenly, Gaiman releases the hold. Dismounting her foe, she rolls the weakened Bloodwind over onto her back, then plants her knee across the brunette�s throat. Juliet�s legs kick wildly as she is choked. The referee repeatedly attempts to start a count to break the hold, but Miriam, eyes wide with seeming innocence, argues with him and stalls the count.

Finally forced to release her chokehold, Miriam pulls Juliet back up to her feet and Irish whips her into the ropes. As the Native American bounds off of the cables and hurdles back toward her opponent, Gaiman hit her with a karate tomahawk chop that stops the brunette in her tracks, Bloodwind�s mouth hanging open as she gasps from the crushing blow. The redhead then unleashes another tomahawk chop, this one smashing solidly into Juliet�s forehead, causing her knees to buckle.

Continuing her mocking of her adversary�s heritage, Miriam does a little war dance and makes �woo woo woo� sounds, then nails Juliet with another tomahawk chop to the head, this one causing the beleaguered brave to sink to her knees. Another mocking dance is followed by another chop, and so on, and so on.

Then, almost miraculously, Bloodwind gets to one foot. With each chop, she seems to be drawing power, her body trembling with anger and determination. Suddenly, she bolts to her feet in an adrenalin rush, blocks Gaiman�s next attempt at a blow, and delivers her own tomahawk chop to the redhead�s chest. Next come a flurry of chops, until Miriam collapses to the mat like a felled redwood!

Quickly rolling to her hands and knees, Gaiman scampers to the corner, where she sticks her head between the bottom and middle cables, forcing the referee to hold the irate Juliet back.

Taking several long moments to catch her breath, the redhead starts to pull herself up to her feet by grabbing the ropes. Bloodwind pushes the referee aside and drives her shoulder into her foe�s belly, knocking the wind from Gaiman.

TAMMY: �Amazingly, Bloodwind has most definitely turned the tide! The question now is, can she keep the pressure on, particularly against an opponent like Gaiman, who seems to thrive on adversity?�

BUCK: �Why is the ref even allowing this match to continue? Did you see the way Bagofwind blatantly shoved him and attacked poor Miriam that way? See�this is why we can�t let the Indians run this country, they�re always cheating!�

TAMMY: �Buck, is there any ethnic group on the face of the planet you have yet to insult?�

BUCK: �Hmmmmm�I don�t think I�ve ever said anything about Ktang tribe of Africa yet, have I?�

TAMMY: �Last November at a house show in Omaha, Nebraska.�

BUCK: �Oh, OK�then the answer is no.�

In the ring, Juliet has monkeyflipped Miriam to the center of the ring, then drilled her with an elbow drop to the sternum. But when the brunette attempts the move again, Gaiman rolls out of the way at the last instant, causing Bloodwind�s elbow to smash painfully into the mat.

Getting to her hands and knees, the redhead again seeks the safety of the ropes, scampering toward them. But this time, Juliet isn�t about to let her escape. Lunging, she manages to grab the redhead by the ankle, halting her flight. Still holding the limb with one hand, the Native American uses her other hand to grab Gaiman by the waistband of her briefs, and using both handholds to pull her back to the center of the ring. And however much of Miriam�s derri�re the faux buckskin covered before, nothing is left to the imagination of the fans as Bloodwind pulls the panties back.

Pressing her advantage, the brunette locks a cobra clutch onto her opponent. Miriam�s body stiffens from the sudden pain, but with an almost giddy tremble in her voice, she breathily says, �Ooooh, yeah�that�s it, baby. Gimme more!� How much of this is mere bravado in the face of torment, or perhaps the redhead truly does get off on pain, the Native American is unsure. But with a tone of pure disgust, she tells her foe, �You�re sick, Gaiman!� The redhead�s only response is a chilling giggle as her adversary tightens the hold and ratchets up the pain.

After several minutes of this, however, the giggling ceases, and Miriam�s body begins to shake from the agonizing toll the hold is exacting. Realizing she absolutely must escape the crippling embrace, the redhead reaches her free hand up and gouges her nails into her opponent�s face. Juliet shrieks from the sudden pain, and her grip slackens enough for Gaiman to pull free. Wasting not a moment, Miriam rolls frantically across the mat and under the ropes, where she crashes to the arena floor.

At ringside, Sophie Mitchell solicitously helps the battered redhead to her feet as the referee begins his count to twenty. But as Juliet impatiently rushes to the ropes, the ref halts his count and orders her to move back. That distracts Bloodwind enough for Miriam to grab her by the ankles and, with a yank, drop the brunette to the mat. Dragging the Native American by the legs, she pulls her over to the corner, where Gaiman then slams the side of Juliet�s knee into the steel ringpost! Bloodwind howls in pain, which only brings a sinister sneer to her opponent�s face, and which prompts the redhead to repeat the move, with similarly agonizing results for Juliet.

TAMMY: �Bloodwind is in a bad spot! If Gaiman keeps this up, she might very well break her opponent�s leg!�

BUCK: �Serves her right. We still owe her people for what they did to Custer!�

TAMMY: �What, syphilis and forced relocation wasn�t enough?�

BUCK: �It�s never stopped me.�

TAMMY: �Remind me to never get within three feet of you ever again.�

Gaiman slips back into the ring under the ropes and, filling her fists with ebony hair, drags Juliet back to the center. Then, grabbing the Native American by the ankles, she splits Bloodwind�s legs wind open�and drives a headbutt flush into Juliet�s groin! Then, maliciously, Miriam sinks her teeth into Bloodwind�s crotch, the brunette�s panties providing the only protection from the redhead�s fangs! Juliet�s screams send shills up the spines of the spectators.

By snapping her legs shut, slamming her inner thighs against Gaiman�s head, Bloodwind is able to break the hold, but the pain she has endured has left her weakened and exhausted. Still, magnificently, she sits up, then forces herself to stand on unsteady legs, limping gingerly due to the throbbing pain in her groin. She manages to plant a kick to the still dazed Gaiman�s head, further stunning her. Then Bloodwind pulls her foe up by the hair and places Miriam�s head between the brunette�s thighs in preparation for a piledriver.

The roar of the crowd builds to a feverish crescendo, and the Native American raises her right fist in a sign of victory and pride, then wraps her arms around the redhead�s waist to execute the move. But she is just a shade slower than her adversary, who with a bellow of defiance suddenly stands upright, flipping the brunette up and over and sending her crashing to the canvas.

Miriam does little more than sit down upon the body lying prone beneath her, but the impact on Juliet�s chest is sufficient to drive most of the air from her lungs. Then, sliding herself forward, Gaiman envelopes her foe�s face beneath her crotch. Bloodwind�s eyes go wide with terror, but she lacks the power to throw her tormentor off.

Running one hand through her sweat-soaked mane and using the other to massage her own left breast, feeling the hot, desperate breath of her opponent gasping into her womanhood, Miriam gasps, �Oh, yessssssssss�that�s it, baby! Oww! Oooooooooh, yeah�try and bite! Ohhhhhhhhhh!� It�s a race between what will happen first�Gaiman reaching orgasm or Bloodwind passing out. By all accounts, both come down to a photo finish.

The redhead�s body stiffens and her spine arches back as she gasps a final release, while Juliet�s ever-increasingly feeble thrashing grows still. The official raises Bloodwind�s arm three times, and three times it falls lifelessly to the mat. The bell sounds, and the match is officially over.

Only then does hell break loose.

Without warning, a woman who has been sitting at ringside jumps over the security rail. Sophie whirls around to see what the commotion is, and she is met with a spray of mace in her eyes, followed by a superkick to the chin that sends her down to the floor, barely conscious. Diving into the ring, the woman�clad in a black satin tank, black mini-skirt, black silk hose and black heels�next blinds the referee with the chemical spray and throws him out of the ring.

Catching sight of this in her peripheral vision, the spent Miriam turns her head, but not in time to brace herself for the tackle that knocks her off of the senseless Bloodwind. A fist to the temple leaves the redhead slackjawed and unable to offer much resistance.

Laying Gaiman flat on her back, the mysterious woman tears the redhead�s buckskin briefs off. She then plants her rear end across Miriam�s face while simultaneously applying a clawhold to her victim�s crotch, a particularly well-executed version of Gaiman�s own �Cruel and Unusual� finisher.

The redhead�s thrashing makes it obvious that she takes no pleasure from this particular pain, but her unknown assailant offers no mercy as she continues to subject Gaiman to the dual tortures. The ring bell tolls ceaselessly, as if the sound of it might somehow drive the mysterious woman to halt her attack. But there is no cessation, not until Miriam Gaiman is knocked out cold.

Rising off of the lifeless body of her victim, the raven-tressed attacked jerks Gaiman�s halter off, leaving her stark naked in the ring, and looking more helpless than she ever has before. Demanding a microphone, the mysterious marauder looks at her fallen foe with contempt, then raises her eyes and says in a silky voice rife with danger, �Miriam Gaiman thinks she knows about control, but she doesn�t even know the true meaning of the word. But I will teach her.�

She then tosses the microphone to the mat and steps out of the ring. A dozen security officers have at long last made their way down to ringside, and they escort her up the aisle to the backstage area. What is left in her wake is sheer bedlam.

TAMMY: �I�I have no idea what just happened here, fans! That woman is no wrestler that I know of�I think she was just a civilian. And she managed to lay out both Sophie Mitchell and Miriam Gaiman!�

BUCK: �There�s only one thing I can think of to say at this moment, Tams�I'M IN LOVE!�

WINNER: Miriam Gaman