The crowd settles into a dull hum as the lights grow dimmer. Suddenly, a set of familiar colors rocket through the arena from the upper stage; red, white, and blue pyrotechnics accompanying Lenny Kravitz�s American Woman as it blasts through the speakers hanging above the sellout crowd.

With a dramatic burst, FAWN�s faux superheroine pushes through the curtains and into the adoration of thousands willing to share their patriotic fervor. The tawny blonde moves down the aisle, saluting, waving, and shaking hands on the journey. She slides into the ring and hops to her feet with a beaming smile.

Clad in a white bikini top trimmed in gold, blue bikini bottoms with golden tassels, and red lace up boots, she salutes crisply, north, south, east, and west. Her striking face, long blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, not to mention shapely legs, and smooth, toned belly have the crowd saluting in return. Though the crowd knew she would be coming in an underdog that also symbolized a trait to which many of the crowd rallied. The blonde beauty claps out a �USA, USA� chant and the crowd bellows its response, even continuing as Maiden America settles into her corner, stretching joints throughout her body.

The chant continues even as Maiden�s opponent passes through the curtains with her sister at her side, but without any of her own fanfare � music or lightshow. Shady Shannen Dennehy looks straight ahead as she walks past the fans, the crowd slowly realizing and responding to her and her sister�s presence with both cheers and boos. The Shady One moves past a sign reading, �THE MILKMAN COMETH!�, past everyone, until she reaches the ringsteps, and climbs up on the apron. She feels Cathy�s hand on her shoulder as she climbs, but then it falls away, and Shannen climbs through the ropes, alone.

Moving in a backpedaled arc on one side of the ring, Shannen tests the ropes. Apparently to her satisfaction, she moves back to her corner, unbuckling the massive creation of gold and leather that was her FAWN Tag Team Championship belt. Kissing the spot where her name was engraved on the gaudy strap, she lifts the prize high; the crowd, once again responding in an odd mixture of cheers and jeers, and hands it through the ropes to her sister Cathy. The Dirty One tosses it over her shoulder, slapping it saucily as she shows off its twin around her slender waist.

Shannen, clad simply in basic black sports bra, thong, and boots is simply ravishing nonetheless and those who had paid big money for ringside seats are appropriately impressed with the dirty blonde�s celebrated and dangerous bounty, as it leapt with every Shannen hop, the younger Dennehy expending a little excess energy before the bell.

The bell sounds and Shannen moves directly for the center of the squared circle, while Maiden America circles around her, like a planet revolving its sun. After a full tour of the ring, Maiden slides in to meet Shannen with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both women struggle to find their footing and it is the tag team champion who finds it first, tossing her patriotically festooned opponent back to the corner above Cathy.

The other half of the tag champs throws up her hands innocently. Oddly enough, this time she was, as she doesn�t make move one toward the startled Maiden. The tawny blonde begins circling once again, this time Shannen enticing her forward with a test of strength. Shannen has a few inches and a few pounds, not to mention a considerable advantage in the upper body, but Maiden accepts. She interlocks her fingers with Shannen and both women immediately go about trying to garner the slightest advantage in leverage. Within seconds, it is evident that Shannen is gaining the upperhand, quite literally. Maiden America�s perfect pearlies grit in defiance, but she slowly loses ground, Dennehy forcing her to one knee, her wrists bent far back.

Forsaking the test, the Maiden shifts her body to the side and uses Shannen�s force against her, flipping her, heels over head, to the mat, Dennehy landing with a resounding thud. But she takes the throw professionally, accepting it on her shoulder. She quickly rolls up and is charging at the tensed blonde beauty. As if having read the playbook, Maiden is more than ready, and spins into a savate kick that catches every bit of Shannen�s chin and drops her to the canvas, as though she�d been shot. The �thwap-thwump� of head on boot and then canvas has an encouraged Maiden on the move. As the crowd noise swells behind her, she yanks an unsteady Dennehy to her feet, Cathy looking on with a hint of perspiration on her brow. You never wanted an underdog to think they had a chance.

Maiden grabs Shannen by the wrist and sends the sumptuous Texan for the ride, the spandex of her sports bra put to the test as she clambers across the ring and bounds back to the waiting heroine. Again, the blonde doesn�t take Shannen head on, instead sliding by and clamping on a cobra clutch from behind, her arms quickly encircling arm and neck, the eyes of the powerful Texan immediately flashing concern, her free arm flailing for a handhold as she dances around the canvas trying to shake Maiden off.

In the crowd, the chant begins anew.

�USA. USA. USA.�

Soon, the arena is pulsating with the mantra. And Shannen can feel her temples pulse as well, as the blood struggles to make it through Maiden America�s dam and to her brain. As the dance continues, Shannen takes a faltering step and almost tumbles, Cathy brought up to the apron with the danger increasing. As specks of blue and red light blur her vision, Shannen realizes a change is needed�and in a hurry.

Cleverly, she pulls the ripcord by dropping to her derriere and Maiden America, supremely intent on keep the clutch in place goes down with her, her chin connecting with the crown of Shannen�s head in an out-of-the-blue inverted jawbreaker that brings immediate release.

Maiden flops to her side, clearly shaken and stirred. The blonde beauty rolls to her back, counting the lights in the ceiling and the stars circling in front of her eyes. But Shannen is hardly better and it quickly becomes a battle of who can recover fastest, the crowd cheering on their favorites. Dennehy is up to one knee, but her star-spangled opponent, after falling far behind in the race, suddenly kips up to her feet, inducing a roar from the crowd. The din is short-lived, however, as Maiden turns right into a scooping Shannen, Maiden�s crystal blue eyes growing wide, as the Shady One lifts her with ease, holding her for a tick along her shoulder, the heroine shaking her head.

�WHAM�

The Maiden�s body strikes the canvas in a body-thumping slam, her tawny form bouncing off the mat an inch before coming to rest, spreadeagled. Cathy drops back to the floor with a Cheshire grin and points back into the ring as she stares into much of the crowd�s shattered hopes.

�That�s the slam of a champion,� she shouts, slapping Shannen�s belt to emphasize her point.

Inside the ring, her sister pulls Maiden to her feet with a yank of her long, golden locks. Once again, she dips and scoops, Maiden laid on her shoulder, grimacing in both pain and expectation.

However, when Shannen goes into the throw, the heroine is able to grapevine her sleek, slender legs around Shannen�s arm and pulls the tag champ down with her into a small package.

The roar of the crowd turns Cathy in place. She is aghast AND out of position.

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TWO

Shannen kicks out of the predicament with less than a half-second to spare. Much of the crowd groaning as the third slap halts on the way down.

But the Maiden is not adversely affected. Instead, she pops to her feet, showcasing her foremost ability, her deep reserve of endurance, and drops a leg across the throat of Dennehy. Shannen�s body spasms on impact, her legs flopping high in the air before settling back to the mat. And like a speeding locomotive, Maiden America is on her again, digging into Shannen�s temples and forehead with an iron claw.

Again, Shannen spasms under the attack, arms reaching at Maiden�s wrist, trying to push the crushing digits away, but they will not be moved. Quickly, she can feel her consciousness fading under the onslaught, the Maiden using her bodyweight to drive in the claw, once more cutting off Shannen�s head from the rest of her voluptuous body.

Cathy slaps the mat, desperately encouraging her sister to fight through the sensation to go beddy-bye and Shannen responds like a Texas Ranger, using her boots to push her to the ropes, grabbing a hold of the strands in the nick of time.

Maiden America releases, even before the ref can count to one, and stands above Shannen, looking down with not a little admiration. She gives the tag champ a sincere clap or three, but then pulls the shaky Shannen to her feet, Dennehy leaning against the ropes as she shakes the clutter of cobwebs.

The star-spangled beauty is not in the mood for waiting and she sends Shannen for the ride, following behind to the middle of the ring. She sets up for Shannen�s return, but the big-breasted beauty turns a choreographed back body drop, shown a little too early, into a full-speed neck snap, the back of the blonde�s head smacking against the canvas like a ripe casaba. The air and ovation in the crowd instantly dissipating.

A panting Shannen has hands on knees as she stands above the downed blonde, sweat dripping off the tip of her nose and onto the flat, golden-brown belly of Miss Red, White & Blue.

Shannen disregards her fatigue and pulls Maiden to the soles of her crimson boots.

�Better put Old Glory upside-down cause you�re in for some distress.�

Dennehy gathers Maiden America in a soft hug and lifts her up and over in a perfect and powerful belly-to-belly suplex, Shannen grinning as she hears Maiden hit with a guttural �ooomph� before she turns to see the results of her effort, Maiden on her back groaning, limbs akimbo.

Having seen Maiden�s recuperative powers, Shannen pounces upon her, lifting the punchdrunk patriot and raking her baby blues with an eye gouge, the hurting heroine bumbling blindly in a wide 360 until she comes back to the Shady One, her arms outstretched.

Shannen accepts the blonde in a not-so-loving embrace, closing the front bearhug tightly around her slender frame, a gust from between Maiden�s ruby lips, providing Shannen with a knowing smirk. Dennehy now lifts the would-be superhero to tiptoes and beyond and pours on the pressure, her sweat-coated skin developing yet more beads as she squeezes all the air and not a little bit of the will from the blonde.

Maiden pulls her hands from her own hair and lands a punch to Shannen�s cheek, causing Dennehy to stumble, but a further constriction brings a loud grunt and punch turns into weak slap, then Maiden falls back in an arc away from Shannen�s crushing, vise-like pressure, the tawny midsection of Maiden, now not only pressed flat, but her spine curved. Seeing the abject pain carving its way across the blonde�s features, Shannen shows off her strength, flipping Maiden up over her shoulder, her ravaged back now arching over the bony joint, as Dennehy keeps her in place with one arm wrapping around her breasts the other pulling down on Maiden�s upside-down chin. The Shady One bounces in place to only increase the torturous effects and after a dozen seconds or so, she feels Maiden�s tight, struggling body slacken, a pitiful sigh escaping her lips. One more heavy bounce convinces Shannen the plight of the sagging blonde is genuine and she lets Maiden flop to the mat in a puddled heap.

Just in case Shannen was thinking of taking time to revel, Cathy keeps her focused with a shout and a point

�FINISH.�

One word is enough. She nods her head and, almost gingerly, scoops Maiden to her feet. Less delicately, she hammer throws Maiden America to the nearest corner, the blonde�s battered back taking another blow, and follows behind with an avalanche splash, Shannen using her accoutrements to their fullest advantage, her momentum and deadly mammaries combining to knock FAWN�s heroine loopy. Maiden stumbles away drunkenly for a few steps then spins prostrate to her back, blue eyes vacant, body stilled.

Shannen skids down to her knees next to Maiden with a wide smile. She winks at Cathy as she shamelessly wriggles her big guns free of their confinement. To appreciative hoots and hollers, she moves to a straddle of Maiden�s thighs and ties her wrists together with the discarded top. She pushes Maiden�s limp, lifeless arms above her body, the limbs falling like a pendulum, but with no return. They remain bound above the blonde, Maiden unable to muster the energy to do anything but mumble incoherently and sway softly from side to side.

Shannen moves forward over Maiden�s face, her infamous tits teardropping over a tearing Maiden�s face.

�Please,� she whimpers.

�Don�t worry,� Shannen coos. �They�re not kryptonite. They won�t kill ya. If you relax, you might enjoy it�for a few seconds.�

Shannen giggles as she lowers upon the frightened face, Maiden�s visage twisting weakly as she is enveloped by the fleshy globes.

�They never do relax. Not till its over,� Shannen informs the ref, Dennehy fairly secure that Maiden America could no longer comprehend.

Falling completely flat atop Maiden, skin against soft, salty skin, Shannen cups and pushes her breasts around Maiden�s face, cutting off any possible oxygen supply, the blonde�s suckling slowing to an occasional slurp of her tongue, her rocking coming to a halt.

The official quickly slides into place and grabs an arm, Shannen obviously disappointed, but accepting of the ref�s duty. Lifting the would-be superhero�s arm once, he lets it fall. He does so a second time. And then an anticlimactic third. The man jumps to his feet and waves for the bell, ending the match�officially. The PA booms the obvious.

�YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT�SHANNEN DENNEHY.�

But by now, the FAWNatics in attendance know that this is far from the only win Shady Shannen Dennehy looks for in her matches.

Peeling her sticky, round melons from Maiden�s delicate, but now greasy features, Shannen rises and shimmies forward to a schoolgirl pin of the blonde, her folded legs pinning the sleeping Maiden�s arms to the mat as Cathy slides into the ring and approaches with a southern front in mind.

Straddling Maiden�s knees, Cathy gently grasps the golden tassles on either side of her blue bikini bottoms and pulls them down to mid-thigh like she�s opening the drapes.

�Mmmhmm. Carpet matches,� she jokes, before her fingers curl into talons and sink into the sweetmeat, Maiden America squealing back to life, as if Dirty Cathy has flipped a switch. But quickly, Cathy disengages.

Shannen shouts a thanks over her shoulder and slides her thong-covered crotch up and over Maiden�s chin, pausing for a moment to delve over the outcropping, Maiden�s blue eyes blurry, but growing wide, as warm, moist darkness approaches once more.

And so it does, Shannen finally engulfing Maiden�s face with her throbbing womanhood, sliding across and dipping into each feature, slowly at first, but as her engine revs, faster AND FASTER.

�Ummm�unnggh,� Shannen groans and growls as she humps from cheek to shiny cheek, finally unable to withhold her urges any longer, exploding with an overwhelming orgasm, her love honey coating Maiden�s face, seeping into mouth and nose, making her final post-coital rubs, squishy ones.

Falling forward and dismounting, she takes a moment to reclaim her breath. She rises and looks down upon the vanquished, and then to Cathy, already waiting on the outside, having claimed the blue bikini bottoms as a souvenir for her sister. She turns back to the blonde, untying Maiden�s hands and reclaiming her own top, while also snatching Maiden�s white bikini top for her own with a tug, the blonde heroine left only in her crimson boots.

�You�re not as good as Kylie, but then the first is always the best,� Shannen quips. �But you�re good. An All-American, I�d guess.�

A smile curls Shannen�s lips and she waltzes to the ropes, sliding through to join her sister. Together, the Dennehys walk up the aisle with an air of satisfaction, Shannen particularly.

She�d only done what was expected of her, but sometimes that could be a lot of fun in and of itself.

WINNER: Shannen Dennehy