TAMMY DeVILLE: �Welcome to tonight�s show, ladies and gentlemen. As always, I am Tammy DeVille. And, unfortunately as always, I am joined by my� colleague� Buck Ansome.

BUCK ANSOME: The warmness of your introduction overwhelms me, Tams.

TAMMY: That�s fair. The thickness of your cologne has been overwhelming me all night.

BUCK: You know you want me, Tammy. Try and deny it all you might�

TAMMY: I think I�m going to be sick.

BUCK: And I think I am going to have a spoil of riches tonight. Shannen Dennehy? Maiden America? Juliet Bloodwind? Miriam Gaiman? Thanksgiving may have been Thursday, but it�s never too late to be thankful.

TAMMY: That�s probably one of the nicest and most appropriate things I think I�ve ever heard you say, Buck.

BUCK: From the heart, Tams. Now, granted I�d be more thankful if we had a pool of gravy in the ring�

TAMMY: I knew it couldn�t last. Anyways, folks, tonight we start off the show with something different. A few weeks back, a couple of young up-and-comers�

BUCK: They definitely had me up. Heh heh. And as for the�

TAMMY: (hastily cutting him off) And owing to popular demand, we�ve brought back one of those two women�Krystal Erway�to do battle with a woman who interjected herself into her last match, Megan Lilly.

BUCK: Yahoo! You can never have enough schoolgirls.

TAMMY: Well, Megan at least has her good points.

BUCK: Huh? Tammy? I never expected you to have anything nice to say about someone like Megan.

TAMMY: She slapped you, didn�t she? She can�t be all bad, then.

BUCK: One of these days, Tammy� One of these days�

The PA system comes to life, and with it the crowd, as the Prodigy�s �Firestarter� begins to play. The cheers of the crowd are tinged with a certain curiosity, with neither woman having been present in FAWN enough yet to be instantly recognizable by her music. But as a pair of figures step onto the ramp, the crowd�s response increases in volume and certainty. There are a few boos to be sure, but also more than a few lusty whistles and catcalls at the sight of Megan Lilly and her mentor, Ms Rachel Morgaine.

In FAWN, even the bad girls were loved by some.

Megan saunters down the ramp, clad in a plaid mini skirt and a blood red button up blouse, a sliver of black lace peaking through as the garment strained to contain the redhead�s plentiful bounty. Her look is capped off by blue ankle boots. Just behind, Morgaine follows her prot�g�, the middle aged blonde dressed in an ensemble which managed to be both conservative and sexy: a dark blue knee length skirt and matching blazer over a white blouse.

Reaching the ring, Lilly takes a lap around ringside, charming the masses with each seductive shimmy of her hips. Finally, she comes to a stop near the announcer�s table, her eyes locking on those of Buck Ansome. Tilting her head for a moment with a playful pout, Lilly sashays over to him. �I seem to recall I was little mean to you last time,� she purrs.

Buck�s mouth opens and closes in reply, but no sound emerges from his lips.

Megan leans over the table, Buck�s gaze dropping from Megan�s eyes to her copious cleavage. Reaching forward, the schoolgirl�s hand cups the commentator�s chin, Megan turning his face away slightly. �Let�s see if I can fix that a little this time,� she breathes softly, before planting her lips on the cheek her hand had stung a few short weeks ago.

TAMMY: Anyone got a brown bag?

Smirking, Megan turns her attention to the other announcer. �Considering the cameras going to be on me and not you, honey, they don�t need �em.�

While Tammy DeVille fumes, Megan heads to the ring, hoping onto the apron before leisurely sliding into the ring.

Marcy Playground�s �Coming Up from Behind� blasts over the speakers, filling the arena and announcing the imminent arrival of Krystal Erway. The buxom blonde strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception. Krystal beams, delighted to have apparently won over a few fans with her FAWN debut. The assembled masses certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the young would-be star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy reddish blonde hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.

Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom jiggling to the even further delight of the fans. And though she might be young and inexperienced, once in the ring, Erway knows better than to let her attention drift to far from the schoolgirl across from her. While she continues to return the support of the fans, Megan Lilly never once leaves her sight.

BUCK: My money�s on Megan.

TAMMY: (deadpan) I�m astounded, Buck.

BUCK: She has a thirst for vengeance on her side. Erway attacked her last time, without provocation, and left her embarrassed and humiliated. How these sheep can hold Krystal with anything less than contempt frankly amazes me.

TAMMY: When it comes to taking liberties with history, Buck, Oliver Stone�s got nothing on you.

BUCK: (nodding) From your lips to God�s ear, Tams. And I couldn�t make a worse movie than him, either.

DING! DING! DING!

The two novices both take something of a circular path toward the center of the ring, Erway and Lilly both studying the other for any signs of weakness. After a few moments, and with the distance between them having closed to almost nothing, Lilly comes to a halt, raising her right hand above her head and inviting Krystal into a test of strength.

Krystal hesitates. It wasn�t that she doubted her ability to overpower the schoolgirl. Though very similar in build, Erway had a slight edge on the schoolgirl in both height and weight. No, put simply, she didn�t trust Lilly. And much of the crowd seems to share her apprehension, most cautioning the strawberry blonde not to drop her guard.

Erway doesn�t drop her guard. But she also accepts Megan�s invitation, the fingers of her left hand entwining with Megan�s right. Lilly then raises her left arm, and Krystal answers with her right.

To Erway�s slight surprise, Lilly does not attempt some underhanded stunt. Instead, she pours all of her power into the contest. �You may be big and bad,� Megan hisses, straining against her foe, �but I�m going to show everyone just who the new baddest bitch is.�

�You got that half right, anyway,� Erway grunts in reply. �Your jailbait charms aren�t gonna help you in the ring. You may be a bitch, but we both know you�re a joke. And if there�s anyone left who didn�t realize that after the last time you and I mixed it up��

Despite Krystal�s confidence and bravado, for several moments the contest remains even, with both girls claiming a momentary edge only to see the other wrest it away. But the stalemate could not last forever, and eventually the might of Erway starts to drive the redhead back. Megan groans, fighting against the inevitable, but eventually her knees touch the canvas.

And then Krystal�s knee touches Megan�s jaw, at full force, as Erway relaxes her grip. The schoolgirl�s head snaps backward, Lilly falling with a pained squawk to the canvas.

Lilly stares up at the arena lights, wondering for a moment why they appear to be spinning while she remains flat on her back and motionless. But the question soon becomes moot, as her body is once again in motion, albeit involuntarily, Krystal scooping the redhead off the mat and holding Lilly crossways, tight against her chest. With the swiftest of pivots on her heel, Krystal turns and slams the teenager back to the canvas with authority.

Krystal was not a high flyer by any means, but she was also not averse to using the ropes to her advantage. Erway charges toward one set of cables, springing back from them with increased momentum before dropping a knee to Megan�s forehead. The schoolgirl�s body jerks in response, but does little more as Krystal settles atop her, grasping one of Lilly�s shapely legs.

ONE�

Kickout.

Undaunted, Erway climbs back to her feet, and once again scoops Megan into her clutches. This time, however, she drops to one knee, and drives the redhead�s back down across her outstretched thigh. The backbreaker draws an anguished moan from the teenager, but that is soon stifled as Krystal�s hand presses against her chin, Erway continuing to apply force to the hold. Lilly�s arms flail, her right hand slapping at Krystal�s body, her legs immobilized by the strawberry blonde�s forearm pressed to her thighs.

�What do you say, Megan?� the referee asks, ready to call for the bell, but Lilly shakes her head as best she can. Though it escapes the notice of much of the crowd, one of the top buttons on the redhead�s blouse pops off, causing an amused smile to cross Erway�s lips.

Krystal maintains this torture for what feels like hours to Megan, but she eventually accepts that the backbreaker is unlikely to draw a submission from the schoolgirl. Finally, she shoves Lilly off her leg, Megan hitting the mat with a yelp and a thud. Almost immediately, the teen rolls onto her stomach, one hand massaging the small of her back.

�Thanks,� Krystal says with a grin, taking hold of Megan�s legs. �You just saved me some trouble in moving you.�

And with that, she settles into a Boston crab.

�No, no, no, agggh, no!� Megan wails, her back again engulfed in agony as Krystal sits back in the crab. Still, Lilly makes herself focus, blinking through the pain as she surveys her surroundings. She spots the bottom rope, but finds it out of reach.

Megan tries to use her legs to power her way to freedom, but Krystal�s perch is too secure. The ropes offer her only escape. Feeling the teen get her elbows under her, Krystal sits back a little further, raising Megan�s lower body further ff the mat and causing her plaid skirt to drift further up her hips, the crowd delighting as her black lace panties came into view.

Still, Megan perseveres, crawling along the canvas�and dragging Krystal with her�until she can finally clasp the bottom rope. �Break,� the official instructs, and Erway complies, grudgingly allowing some respect for the schoolgirl�s toughness to enter her mind. Reaching down, she grabs hold of Megan�s red tresses, and begins to pull the teen to her feet�

� until Megan�s forearm drives up between Krystal�s legs, slamming into her womanhood.

Reflexively, Erway releases her grip on Lilly�s hair, her hands instead shooting between her legs in a futile effort to ease the pain. Moaning, she doubles over as Megan fully regains her footing, and the schoolgirl needs little further invitation. Roughly, she shoves Krystal�s head between her thighs, clamping down with a standing headscissors. Taking but a moment to snake her arms through Krystal�s, Megan then falls to her knees, sending Krystal face first to the canvas with a pedigree.

Krystal lays splayed on her belly, her well-formed derriere slightly raised, her head obscured under Megan�s pooled skirt. Megan doesn�t hurry to get off her foe, instead giggly as she brings the palm of her hand down across Krystal�s ass with a resounding SMACK! The jeers of the crowd cascade upon Megan with reckless abandon, though more than a few laughs and cheers can be heard amongst them.

Still Megan does not rise. Instead, her hands travel to the clasp of Erway�s lavender bikini top. She undoes the top with practiced speed, sliding the top out from under Krystal�s body and holding it aloft to a thunderous T&A pop from the fans. Only then does she dismount her opponent, looping the garment around the strawberry blonde�s neck and using it to yank Erway to her feet.

The crowd responds with another, even louder T&A pop as Erway�s ample breasts bounce and sway with each tug of the bikini top against her throat. �They�re not bad,� Megan tries to shout above the din. Not as good as mine, of course, but��

�Less expensive,� Krystal somehow manages to croak.

It was unlikely the crowd could have heard the jab, but Megan did, and she was hardly amused. She uses the makeshift garrote to pull Krystal into a swinging neckbreaker that leaves the strawberry blonde spread-eagled and motionless. Contemptuously, Megan reclines against her rival, her back pressed to Erway�s naked chest.

ONE�

TWO�

Shoulder up.

�Looks like I just have to hurt you some more,� Megan says with an almost frighteningly cheerful eagerness. She peels Krystal�s limp body off the mat, backing into the ropes before sending her for a ride via an Irish whip. As Erway charges back to her, Megan leaves her feet, ensnaring Erway�s head between her legs and snapping her body over with a hurricarana, landing astride Krystal�s chest in a schoolgirl pin. She reaches back to hook Erway�s legs.

ONE�

TWO�

THR� kickout.

�Alright then,� Megan mutters, hopping to her feet. �If you won�t stay down, maybe I can make you cry uncle?�

Megan pulls Krystal up to her feet, and then off them. Slipping her head under Erway�s left arm, Megan tucks an arm between Krystal�s legs and dips her hips, pulling the strawberry blonde into a torture rack.

Now it was Krystal�s turn to moan and wail as Megan worked the rack, bouncing on her heels and pulling Erway down across her shoulders. Krystal�s free leg kicks, her arms thrashing as she tries to knock Lilly off balance, but without success. �Two little words, Kryssie,� Megan taunts.

�What do you say, Krystal,� the ref asked. �Call it a night?�

�Nuh� ughhh� gawd� nuhh� noo!�

The schoolgirl held her trapped for over a minute, but still Krystal managed to hang on. Megan could feel the strain of holding Erway up overtaking her, and cursed. The bitch was stubborn she thought, but she should be sufficiently softened up by now. Reluctantly, Megan relinquished the rack, shrugging Erway off her shoulders and letting Krystal crash to the mat.

Taking a page from the strawberry blonde�s playbook from earlier in the match, Megan backs into the ropes. But instead of a kneedrop, Megan sends an elbowdrop down toward Krystal�s chest.

And instead of finding her target, Megan�s elbow finds nothing but canvas as Krystal manages to roll out of the way.

The miss hurt, to be sure, but it was hardly debilitating. And while Krystal remained on the mat, Megan got to her feet, stalking her prey. Reaching down, she took hold of Erway�s hair, pulling Krystal up to her knees.

And the crowd erupted as Krystal fired a punch to Megan�s midsection. As Megan doubled over, Krystal followed up with a second and third punch to the midsection, Erway finally making her way to her feet unassisted.

But the crowd deflates with Krystal�s pained yelp, Megan�s fingernails raking across Erway�s eyes and quelling her budding offensive.

Straightening herself out, Megan grabs Krystal by the wrist, sending her for another Irish whip. Once more, Lilly goes airborne, looking to hit a second hurricarana. But Krystal anticipates that, and reverses the rana into a MASSIVE powerbomb, Lilly�s back impacting the canvas with enough force to pop the remaining buttons on her too-tight blouse. The red fabric parts open, drooping to Megan�s sides, her lace encased rack comes fully into view as she lies between Krystal�s legs. After the briefest moment of hesitation, Erway�s shifts her legs to hold Lilly�s shoulders down.

ONE�

TWO�

THRE� kickout.

A frustrated Krystal slaps the canvas, but she wastes little more time in getting back to her feet. She pulls Megan up, the schoolgirl�s eyes glazed and uncomprehending as she is backed into the ropes. Krystal sends the teen into the ropes, Megan bouncing off them and lumbering back as though her legs might give out at any moment. Fortunately for her, they don�t have to keep Lilly upright for long.

Unfortunately for her, they don�t have to because Krystal pulls the redhead into a much less than loving embrace, her arms constricting around Megan�s waist and arms with a rib-crushing bearhug. �UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!� Megan moans in a deep breath forcibly expelled from her lungs, knowing even as it escapes her that she would be hard challenged to replenish that lost oxygen. Her legs coil around Krystal�s midsection for a moment�s support, but with her arms trapped, she knew she would have little hope of escape without regaining her footing.

But Krystal realizes that as well, and decides to take matters into her own hands�or rather, her legs. Before Megan can fully realize what is happening, Krystal rushes into the nearest corner, the buckles driving hard into Megan�s back and Krystal�s weight crushing her chest with equal force. Lilly�s legs go slack, unwrapping from Krystal�s waist.

Erway releases the bearhug, and by some miracle, Megan manages to remain vertical. Drawing back her hand, the strawberry blonde unloads with a chop that immediately causes the exposed flesh of Megan�s chest to match her hair.

�WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!� screams the crowd.

Erway takes Lilly�s arm, and starts to send her into the opposite corner. But, perhaps out of instinct alone, Megan applies the breaks. Caught off guard by the redhead�s resilience, Krystal is unable to counter as the schoolgirl snaps her around, sending her charging toward the corner they had just left. Megan follows her in, splashing Erway further into the corner.

Or, more accurately, further into the referee, who had moved into the corner during Krystal�s original whip.

Drunkenly, Megan backs away from the Krystal sandwich, and Erway takes few wobbly strides backward before plopping to the mat. The ref, too, pitches out of the corner, face first, and in another miraculous twist for the schoolgirl, ends up delivering a falling headbutt to Krystal�s womanhood.

Megan sags against the ropes, but still manages a smirk as Erway curls into a fetal ball, pawing between her legs.

�Gotta love the irony.�

Pushing herself away from the ropes, Megan first shrugs off her ruined blouse, and then reaches behind her back to undo her bra. All thoughts of roles such as fan favorite and rule breaker left the minds of the assembled fans, all unified as one in their appreciate for both warriors now being topless. Going back to what had served her so well earlier in the fight, the teen loops her bra around Krystal�s throat, and mercilessly chokes the gagging strawberry blonde up to her feet.

�Megan!�

The schoolgirl looks to her teacher, Morgaine sliding a folded up steel chair into the ring. Nodding, Megan guides Krystal toward the chair. Their journey complete, Megan relaxes her grip on the black lace torture device, allowing Krystal to drop to one knee, tongue lolling out of her gaping mouth. Megan then pulls Krystal into another standing headscissors, wrapping her arms around Erway�s waist, trying to hoist her up for a chair-aided piledriver that would no doubt be curtains for Krystal.

Her first effort proves fruitless, her second even more so. For a moment, it looks like the third time is the charm, but again Krystal manages to frustrate Megan�s efforts. And, indeed, she counters them with an effort of her own, lifting Megan overhead and sending her flying with a backdrop.

As Megan hits the canvas, arching her abused back, Erway drops to one knee once more, her hand reaching down to steady herself and coming to rest on cold steel. �Can�t beat me with your own two hands, huh,� Erway gasps. �Well, let�s see how you like it.�

Krystal helps a dazed Megan up, and then tucks the teen�s head under her arm, falling back with a DDT that sends Lilly�s head into the chair and robs her body and spirit of any remaining fight or consciousness.

Krystal sits up beside her vanquished opponent, her chest heaving as she herself is running on little more than fumes. �It�s called the Golden Rule, bitch,� Krystal spits over her shoulder. �That�s one lessen you apparently still need to learn.�

Sending the chair skidding under the bottom rope and to the floor, Krystal rolls Megan�s limp body onto her back and covers her. She doesn�t bother hooking a leg, far too exhausted to bother, and Megan far too beaten to offer resistance.

ONE�

TWO�

THREE�

FOUR�

FIVE�

SIX�

Krystal frowns, having heard the fans counting along, but not the accompanying sound of palm striking canvas. Looking up, she sees Rachel Morgaine trying to pull the still unconscious official�s deadweight body out of the ring before he can recover.

Teacher�s stuck her nose in my business for the last time, Krystal thinks, rising off Megan and rushing toward the ropes. Too late Rachel Morgaine sees the baseball slide coming, and Erway�s white go-go boots drill her in the chest, sending the middle aged blonde tumbling into the steel barrier.

The crowd erupts as the carnage unfolds within their reach, Krystal first slamming Morgaine�s head into the guardrail, and then sending Morgaine�s body crashing into the steel ringsteps. But unfortunately, the frenzy which Krystal�s ringside assault has whipped the crowd into prevents Krystal from noticing the slight change in their tone, from jubilation into warning.

TAMMY: Someone�s coming down to ringside. It�s�

BUCK: It�s Anciline de Cyr!

TAMMY: What the hell is she doing here? She�s not scheduled to be here.

BUCK: It�s no secret how jealous of the Frenchwoman Krystal is. No doubt she spent the past week harassing poor, sweet Anciline.

TAMMY: Turn around, Krystal!

But Krystal is unable to hear Tammy�s warning, and Anciline grabs the battle-weary strawberry blonde by the hair, throwing her face first into the ringsteps. But instead of letting go, and allowing Erway to melt into the concrete, de Cyr pulls her back up. Spinning her own body to face away fro Krystal, Anciline shoves Erway�s head under her arm and sprints across the floor. Having built up a good running start, de Cyr drops to a seat, sending Krystal into the scarcely padded concrete floor with a bulldog.

The French aristocrat hoists Krystal�s insensate form off the floor and rolls her under the bottom rope. With disdain, de Cyr nudges Krystal across the mat with her foot, until she comes to rest beside a still unconscious Megan Lilly.

�Whatever shall I do with you two?� de Cyr asks herself. Then, with an aura of supreme arrogance, she rolls Megan onto her stomach. She lifts Lilly�s upper body off the mat, just enough to clear Krystal�s slumbering form. She then settles Megan atop Krystal, with the schoolgirl�s arm curled up over the strawberry blonde�s chest and stomach� and with Krystal�s face nuzzled between Megan�s moist, clammy, cavernous cleavage.

�Worthy of the Louvre itself.�

Her act of artistry complete, de Cyr then drags the reviving official over to her handiwork before making a hasty retreat from the ring. Anciline backs up the ramp, the seconds ticking by as the official regains his bearings. Five seconds�

Ten�

Fifteen�

Finally, he sees the cover.

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TWO�

THREE!

Rolling onto his back, the official calls for the bell, neither woman showing any signs of recognition that their hard fought battle had finally come to an end. Nor does Rachel Morgaine show any signs of life on the floor at ringside.

Only one woman currently in the arena is aware of just what has unfolded. And she, at least, is quite satisfied with the final outcome.

WINNER: Megan Lilly