The faithful followers of FAWN had been buzzing about this match from the moment it had been announced. True, few of the everyday fans had actually seen Bethany Christian in action, but most were aware of the reputation she had built during her career. And everyone was aware of both her stunning beauty, and the depths of the animosity that had existed between her and her �exhibition� opponent tonight, Jeanette Lansdale.

It had been a masterstroke, Bethany thought at the time. Throwing Jeanette Lansdale into the mix of the world title match between POV and LaKeisha Bates. Jeanette�s return would have EVERYONE talking, and considering all three women hated each other, Lansdale could be counted on not to show any preferential treatment. But instead, Lansdale had opted to steal the focus of the spotlight from Bethany, and basically take the responsibility of deciding the FAWN championship on her own. That had NEVER been part of the equation, and Jeanette�s impudence was something that needed to be punished.

So far, none of the people Bethany had appointed to the task had proven capable. So finally, she had opted to take matters into her own hands. But Jeanette was a woman on a hot streak, looking as good in the ring as she had since joining the promotion. And Bethany had not competed in about 2 years. True, she was still in tremendous shape. But was she sharp enough to accomplish what she wanted to do?

As the first strains of Aerosmith begin to play over the PA system, the cheers of the fans leave little doubt as to whether or not they hoped Bethany could succeed where the others had failed. "Back in the Saddle Again" heralds 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. The fans continue to shower her with their support and affection. But everyone in the arena also realized that their support would not put Jeanette over the top. Only she could do that. And the look on her face told the crowd she was aware of that.

But it also told the crowd that she believed she was ready.

Aerosmith fades to silence, replaced by the pounding beginnings of Disturbed�s �The Sickness�. Moments later, Bethany Christian steps onto the ramp and onto the FAWN stage for the first time dressed for combat. And in spite of a large portion of the audience loathing her, the statuesque brunette still awed most with her appearance. Her long, well shaped legs appeared even longer, thanks to the cut of the hips of a burgundy one piece that also emphasized and accentuated a bust that was impressive enough in its own right. The ensemble was completed by golden knee pads, elbow pads and boots.

Bethany makes her way down to the ring with no sense of urgency or concern, her movements not betraying any doubt in her mind that she would be victorious this evening. Climbing the steps at a deliberate pace, Bethany slips though the ropes and into the ring. There are clearly no butterflies in her stomach, no concerns over the thought of ring rust. It is clear that, in her mind at least, she owned this ring tonight, and that she would own Jeanette by the end of it. The blonde and brunette�s stare each other down, Bethany mouthing two simple words: �You�re mine.�

Jeanette merely rolls her eyes.

The formalities concluded, the atmosphere in the building is as electric as would be for any world title match as the bell sounds. Bethany and Jeanette exit their corners, circling each other warily, feeling the other out with their eyes for an opening. None presenting themselves, Lansdale and Christian settle for the next best thing, lunging at each other and locking up in a collar and elbow tie up.

It doesn�t take the larger Christian much time to establish control, coming out of the tie up with two twists of Lansdale�s arm, the second one dropping the blonde to one knee with a grimace. With a satisfied smirk, Bethany yanks Jeanette back to her feet by her abused arm, deftly maneuvering her into a hammerlock. Wrenching the arm a little tighter, Bethany leans into Jeanette�s back, and whispers into her ear.

�Come on, blondie. At least make it look good.�

�Far be it for me to disappoint you,� Jeanette replies through gritted teeth, and then in a heartbeat reverses the hammerlock. But instead of pressing that tactic, Lansdale falls backward, slipping an arm up between Bethany�s legs and rolling the CEO up.

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Bethany is livid as she gets back to her feet, Jeanette looking on in amusement at Christian�s consternation. Advancing on the boss, the blonde looks for another lock up. But Christian has other ideas, reaching out in a flash and raking her nails across Jeanette�s eyes. Jeanette practically squeals in sudden anguish, turning her back to Bethany as her hands fly to her burning eyes. As Lansdale�s back comes into view, Bethany accepts the opening by digging her fingernails into the smooth flesh just below the blonde�s shoulder blades and dragging them slowly down to the base of her spine.

Jeanette offers a strangled yelp as she falls to her knees, her arms extending away from her body as she arches her back in an effort to escape the towering brunette�s talons. A follow-up elbow to the top of Jeanette�s head leaves her dazed, and Bethany takes full advantage by scooping the blonde into her arms, holding her aloft before tossing her back to the canvas with a powerful slam.

But even as Jeanette is bouncing off the mat from impact, Bethany is pressing her attack, backing into the ropes before dropping a knee to Lansdale�s temple that causes the blonde to spasm and then go limp. Draping herself across her nemesis, Bethany hooks a leg.

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�Lovely,� Christian purrs, rising off her adversary. With Jeanette still on the mat, dazed and confused from the knee, Bethany grabs each of the blonde�s ankles. Using them to raise her legs into the air, holding Jeanette�s luscious gams slightly parted, Bethany looks down at her prey, the fog clearing from Jeanette�s features. �Try and stay with me, would you? I�d hate to think I�m paying good money to someone who can�t go five minutes with a rusty has-been.�

No sooner are those words out of her mouth before Bethany is firing savage boots into the backs of Jeanette�s thighs and knees, kick after kick and stomp after stomp causing Lansdale to cry out in anguish. The assault only ends when Christian leaves her feet, both knees driving down flush across Lansdale�s groin, causing the blonde�s upper body to jerk off the mat with a loud, heart-wrenching moan.

Getting back to her feet, Bethany again grabs Jeanette�s ankles. She raises Jeanette�s legs once more, but this time, she simply�yet painfully�twists Lansdale into a Boston crab.

�Aggggghhhhhhhhhhh!� Lansdale hisses, her face a canvas displaying the pain radiating from the small of her back throughout her entire body.

Bethany�s smile grows broader. �You know, I didn�t realize how much I missed that sound.� To demonstrate her point, Christian sits back in the crab a little more, causing the blonde to cry out even louder, her eyes starting to grow moist. Christian responds with a contented sigh.

�That NEVER gets old.�

The ref kneels beside the entangled pair, ready to ask Jeanette if she wants to concede defeat, but he�s cut short by the voice of his employer. �Ask her what I think you�re going to ask her, and you�ll be applying for unemployment tomorrow.�

Jeanette shakes her head, biting her lower lip in an attempt to shut out the pain. Straining, the blonde manages to get her elbows under her, Jeanette trying to drag herself�and Bethany�s 145lbs�to the ropes. The going is slow, Christian periodically halting her advance with a shift of her weight. But after a little more than a minute, Lansdale�s fingers wrap around the bottom rope.

�Break!� orders the ref.

Bethany looks up at him, her face the very picture of innocence. �I know you didn�t just try to give me an order.�

The official swallows the soccer ball sized lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. �You may sign the paychecks, Betha� Ms Christian. But you�re in the ring right now, and that means you�re in MY jurisdiction.�

Bethany is unimpressed. �But how long you have a ring to oversee, that�s in MINE.�

The statuesque brunette cut an imposing figure, to be sure, and he was clearly intimidated. But, consequences by damned, the official did his job.

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At the last moment, Bethany releases the crab, allowing Lansdale to pull her self into a ball along the ropes. Stepping away from the debilitated blonde, Bethany glares at the ref for a long moment, until her expression softens. �You�ve got principles,� she said simply, �and I can respect that.�

The referee allowed himself a deeply relieved exhale.

�But I wouldn�t try that again.�

Her warning issued, Christian turns back to Jeanette. Taking just one ankle this time, she drags Lansdale away from the ropes. But instead of releasing the blonde�s leg, Bethany steps over the captive limb. Jeanette can see what�s coming, but she�s unable to prevent it as the brunette cinches in a figure four leglock.

�Ohgawdohgawdohgawdohgawd!� Jeanette wails, entwining her fingers in her own blonde locks and tugging, Bethany�s leggy frame built to inflict maximum damage with this particular move. Christian props herself up on her elbows, intensifying the strain on Jeanette�s legs.

But to her credit, the blonde refuses to concede.

�I can keep this on all night,� Bethany comments offhandedly. �And you�d be looking at MONTHS of rehab. Yours wouldn�t be the first career my legs have ended. Is your pride truly worth that much?�

Jeanette doesn�t answer, every ounce of her will instead channeled into shutting out the pain. But the pain is the one constant in her world, drowning out Bethany�s taunting voice. Drowning out the support of the crowd. And almost drowning out the referee�s hand slapping the mat.

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Jeanette raises a shoulder off the canvas, just in the nick of time. Keeping her arm in the air, Jeanette�s fingers ball up. Lansdale rallies the crowd, the fans clapping and stomping with each pump of her fist. Too far from the ropes, Jeanette knows she only has one chance at escape. Propping herself up on her other elbow, Jeanette rocks her upper body, trying to turn herself and her tormentor over, and reverse the hold. Bethany is able to thwart her for a while, but as the crowd grows louder, Jeanette grows closer to success.

Until she finally achieves it.

With some assistance from the ref, the pair are untangled, both lying face down on the mat for a moment, their arms under their bodies and rubbing at their throbbing legs. But perhaps not surprisingly, the CEO is the first back to her feet, and slowly approaches the beleaguered blonde. Taking a handful of Lansdale�s hair, Bethany pulls the blonde up to wobbly legs.

And Jeanette fires an uppercut between Bethany�s legs.

Christian�s eyes widen, her mouth hanging open as her knees buckle. Twisting her torso, Jeanette reaches over her head and pulls the brunette�s head over her shoulder. She then drops to a seat on the canvas, and brings Bethany down with her by way of her improvised stunner. Christian�s head snaps off of Lansdale�s shoulder, sending the boss flopping onto her back in a stupor. Slowly, Jeanette crawls over to her foe, and hooks a leg.

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Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Jeanette pulls the brunette up with her, and sends her for a ride into the ropes. She takes Bethany down on her return with a Lou Thesz press, straddling Christian�s stomach and sending an unrelenting barrage of punches into the face of her employer. The fans erupt in delight, many of them clearly living vicariously through their chosen champion.

Jeanette ends her barrage by taking a double helping of Bethany�s hair, elevating her head from the canvas only to smash the back of it back down with a sickening thud. Lansdale slips off her perch, but only to go for a lateral press.

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The crowd groans as one in palpable disappointment. But Jeanette is not phased. The blonde climbs to her feet, bringing Bethany�s limp body up with her, the brunette�s head tucked under her arm. Hooking one of Bethany�s legs, the blonde takes her over with a fisherman�s suplex, bridging into the pin.

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The crowd groans again, but they can feel it in the air. The momentum is fully on Jeanette�s side as the blonde pulls her rival up, backing her into the ropes. Bethany had started strong, but her conditioning had betrayed her. The tide had turned, and Lansdale would not let it turn again.

With an Irish whip, Jeanette sends Bethany into the ropes, meeting her on the rebound with a heartpunch that brings everyone in the building to their feet. Everyone, that is, except Bethany, who instead crashed to the mat, apparently lifeless. Dropping to her knees, Jeanette goes for a final cover.

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No one in attendance could believe it. How could Bethany, two years removed from the ring wars, survive one of the most dreaded finishers in FAWN? But again, Jeanette doesn�t show any signs of frustration, her expression one of pure focus. Climbing to her feet again, Jeanette starts to scoop Bethany up.

But Christian puts a stop to that with a knee to the blonde�s belly, Lansdale and the crowd both deflating as she doubles over. Almost in the blink of an eye, Bethany has Jeanette�s head under her arm, and a DDT leaves the blonde face down, spread eagled and twitching on the mat. Bethany sits beside her, the arena lights glistening off her sweat soaked skin. But the satisfied expression has returned to her face.

Albeit with a little help from the ropes, Bethany gets to her feet. The battered brunette steps back from Jeanette for a moment, making sure of her balance before tugging Jeanette off the mat. But Lansdale�s journey doesn�t end on her feet. Instead, Bethany wraps both hands tight around the blonde�s throat and hoists her into the air. Jeanette�s hands fly to Bethany�s wrists, clawing at her grasp as she writhes in the powerful Amazon�s grasp. Christian squeezes with all her might, Jeanette�s vacant eyes bulging, her tongue starting to slip from between her gaping lips.

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With utter disdain, Christian throws Jeanette back to the canvas, Lansdale rolling back and forth from her left side to her right as her hands massage her throat. �You have a hearing problem, don�t you?� the brunette asks over her shoulder to the referee.

The official�s only response is a gulp.

Turning her attention back to the opponent at hand, Bethany walks over to Lansdale�s writhing, gagging form. Pressing her right heel into Jeanette�s abdomen, Christian steps across her rival, all of her weight pressing down into Lansdale�s stomach. Jeanette�s body folds up around Christian�s leg, the blonde coughing and sputtering before Christian repeats the process with her left boot.

As Jeanette rolls onto her side, hugging her abused midsection, Christian reaches down for a handful of hair. She then makes her way toward the nearest corner, dragging a crawling Jeanette along with her. Facing the kneeling blonde, keeping a grip on Lansdale�s hair, she climbs up onto the first and then the second turnbuckle. The brunette then roughly jerks Jeanette�s near lifeless body to its feet, shoving her head between Bethany�s thighs before clamping on a standing headscissors.

�I don�t think she�ll be kicking out of this,� Bethany shouts triumphantly to the crowd, who don�t both to hold their displeasure in check. Wrapping her arms around Jeanette�s waist, Christian hoists her off the mat, holding her upside down while remaining perched on the middle rope.

Then Bethany drops to her knees.

Lansdale crumples to the mat, lying on her stomach, her head resting between Bethany�s thighs until the CEO scoots away. Taking hold of Jeanette�s hair once more, Bethany raises Lansdale�s head off the mat, showing off her devastated employee before leaning close to her ear.

�Don�t think I won�t fire your ass if you tap.�

Eschewing the pin, Bethany gets up, pulling Jeanette�s deadweight up with her. Shoving Jeanette�s head under her arm, Bethany falls backward, the crowd at first thinking that she�s attempting a DDT. But rather than falling backward as it first seemed, Christian rocks backward, rolling herself and Jeanette to the mat. The pair come to a stop with Jeanette seated on the mat, Bethany basically seated on her lap, using her right arm to turn the side headlock into practically a sleeper hold.

Bethany called this move the Bad Dream Sleeper, and she had used it over the years to end many matches. The victim�s either tapped from the pain, or succumbed to unconsciousness. But there was one thing they never did:

Escape.

For a moment, Lansdale seems to come back to life, her arms thrashing and flailing weakly as Bethany works the hold. But her weight keeps Jeanette otherwise immobilized, and soon he blonde�s arms start to slump to her side. Once all movement has ceased, the official kneels beside them. He raises Jeanette�s arm, only to watch the limb fall like a wet noodle. A second lift of Jeanette�s arm produces similar results.

And then Bethany releases the hold, Jeanette instantly slumping to her back, arms splayed at her sides. Bethany then settles herself atop Jeanette�s chest, not bothering to hook the leg.

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The crowd boos with reckless abandon as Bethany shakes her head, smirking in utter triumph. �This bitch tried to embarrass me,� the CEO shouts above the din. �And this is what happens to ANYBODY who try to embarrass me.�

Bethany rises to her feet one last time, taking a moment to stand beside her vanquished rival, the picture of utter triumph. But she then lowers herself to her knees beside Jeanette, and simply places her right index finger on the blonde�s gently heaving bosom.

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DING! DING! DING!

Bethany withdrew her finger from the one-time thorn in her side, placing her hands on her hips as she smirks down at Lansdale�s slumbering form. Words could not describe how much she had missed this sensation. Sure, she was tired and drained. Jeanette had certainly pushed her.

But Bethany Christian had made her statement. And it would no doubt be a long time before anyone chose to steal her limelight, and experience Lansdale�s fate.

WINNER: Bethany Christian