TAMMY DEVILLE: "Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! Once again, I'm Tammy DeVille... "

BUCK ANSOME: "And I'm Buck Ansome!"

TAMMY DEVILLE: "... and we're all set to go to the ring for our next match, which pits Jan Delgado against Miriam Gaiman."

BUCK ANSOME: "Can we say 'lamb to the slaughter'? Whoever booked this match must want little Janny dead... and in the worst possible way! My girl Miri is gonna eat her alive!"

TAMMY DEVILLE: "It certainly looks like a mismatch on paper. Although Jan Delgado is clearly a talented newcomer, she has been having a difficult time of it thus far in FAWN. I can't help but think that she needed a few more matches... including some wins... under her belt before climbing into the ring against the likes of Gaiman."

BUCK ANSOME: "Well, I've got something she can put under her belt. Delgado's got one thing going for her... a damned fine tight little body! Hey, you think maybe Miriam will make a late Chanukah gift of her to me after she's done with her?"

TAMMY DEVILLE: "You aren't Jewish, Buck."

BUCK ANSOME: "OK, she can make it for Kwanzaa then."

TAMMY DEVILLE: "Happily for the rest of us, you'll have to stop right there, because we're about to get underway."

"Goodies" by Ciara with Petey Pablo begins to play, and Jan Delgado steps from behind the curtain. There's a look which mixes nervousness with determination etched upon her face as she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Garbed in a white baby doll tank top with the word FIRECRACKER emblazoned across her bosom, and a pleated plaid micro-mini and white tennis shoes, she marches determinedly down the long aisle to the ring. She seems to pay no heed to the crowd, but when several fans take up a "DEL-GA-DO!" chant, a small smile creases her lips.

Ascending the ring steps and stepping between the ropes, Jan goes to her corner and does a few last minute stretches, checks her ponytail, and awaits her adversary.

Fully expected... yet still catching everyone by surprise and causing a collective gasp among the crowd... the arena is plunged into blackness. For a moment, there is silent. 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 deeply haunting green eyes. Her nails are painted blood red. A black vinyl one-piece scarcely covers her breasts and crotch, the midsection left bare save a network of thin straps in a spider web pattern. The backside of the garment is open, but for the straps supporting the top half and the thong on the bottom. She accessorizes with matching fingerless, elbow-length gloves, black silk stocking with garters, and black vinyl ankle boots with twin silver buckles on the outer sides.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, slowly at first, keeping to the middle of the aisle... assuming a healthy distance between her and any outstretched hands that might try to touch her. As the redhead nears the ring, she picks up her pace and dives under the bottom rope, her very presence causing Jan to reflexively tense up.

Still prone upon her stomach, Gaiman almost appears to hump the canvas as she slides herself back into her corner, eyes on Delgado the entire time. But the manic glint and hungry smile so common to Miriam seem to be missing. In their place seems to almost be a sense of... boredom.

The bell rings and Gaiman springs to her feet, then almost casually saunters to the center of the ring, offering no sign of attack. Cautiously, Jan approaches her, wary of some trick. When they are finally close enough, the two women lock up. They strain against one another for a moment or two, and then Delgado forces Gaiman backward all the way to the ropes, the redhead offering scant resistance. The ref orders a break, and Jan guardedly releases the hold and steps back. The look on Miriam's face is one of near-total apathy.

Again, the lock up... and again Jan almost effortless drives the compliant Miriam to the ropes. Once more they break the hold, except now, a smirking Gaiman reaches out with one hand and condescendingly pinches her opponent's cheek, as some maiden aunt might do for a child who has done a good deed. The message is clear: Miriam Gaiman doesn't consider Jan Delgado a threat in the least.

They lock up yet again, except this time, Delgado shifts the hold suddenly and snares the redhead in a Side Headlock. However, before the brunette can begin to exert any real pressure, Miriam expertly shoves her opponent forward, breaking the hold and driving Jan into the corner. Yet, instead of pressing her sudden advantage, Gaiman lazily yawns and merely stands her ground, silently daring her foe to try something else.

Angrily, Delgado charges from the ring toward her antagonist, intent on leveling her with a Forearm Smash. However, in a blur of motion at the last possible instant, Gaiman drops to the mat and sweeps Jan's feet out from under her, sending the brunette sprawling to the canvas. A heartbeat later, Miriam grabs Delgado by the ankles, bends her legs back at the knees while crossing her feet, and starts twisting her victim's ankles in a Cross Anklelock. Jan yelps at the first twinge of pain.

But before she can even think about mounting a reversal, the pain... stops. Miriam releases the hold and, still on her hands and knees, crawls backward away from her opponent. Another snub, as Gaiman demonstrates her belief... well-founded, in the minds of many... that she can put Delgado away at her leisure.

A look of fierce resolve upon her beautiful face, Jan pushes herself up to her knees, then climbs to her feet. Miriam rises as well, her eyes taunting the brunette. Delgado rushes at her foe, but is met with a Shortarm Snapmare that plants her on the mat. Hauled back up to her feet by a handful of hair, Jan then finds herself Irish Whipped into the corner.

With a gymnast's grace, Miriam launches herself into a Handspring Elbowsmash, nailing Jan hard in the chest, eliciting a pained moan from her. Another Whip sends the brunette hurtling into the opposite corner, and Gaiman again unleashes another Handspring.

Except this time, she is greeted with the sole of Jan's right shoe, catching the redhead flush in the mouth!

BUCK ANSOME: "Ow! Miri went to the well one time too often, and Delgado had the smarts to be ready for it!"

Hand clutching her mouth, Gaiman staggers back a few steps. Then, clearing the cobwebs, she lunges back at her prey... but now, clutching tight to the ropes on either side of her for leverage, Jan lifts both of her legs up, spreads them wide, and then snaps them shut, slamming her calves into the redhead's ears!

Hands to her throbbing ears and groaning, Gaiman stumbles away several steps, turning her back on her foe. Delgado, wasting no time, climbs to the middle ropes, then hurls herself into the air, grabs Miriam by the hair, and uses her momentum to slam the redhead face first into the mat!

Now, returning tit for tat, it is Delgado who snares Gaiman in a Cross Anklelock... except this time, the brunette isn't about to release it until Miriam submits! The redhead tries to pull free, and seems almost shocked to discover she can't escape. With an air of resignation, she slowly begins to drag herself close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom cable, forcing a break of the hold.

TAMMY DEVILLE: "A nice burst of offense from Jan there, but her inexperience is showing."

BUCK ANSOME: "That it is, Tams. A veteran would have known to do whatever it takes to keep Miri from getting to those ropes. But Delgado was so focused on applying the hold, she never realized what Gaiman was up to until it was too late."

TAMMY DEVILLE: "The questions now is, can Jan Delgado maintain control of this match, or has she lost her best chance?"

Almost as if in direct answer to the commentator's question, Gaiman settles the issue as the two wrestlers get to their feet, driving a boot deep into Delgado's belly, doubling her over. A backhand fist to the side of her face causes the brunette to spin 180 degrees, eyes glassy.

Grabbing her stunned foe by the hair, Gaiman drags her stumbling to the center of the ring. The redhead then, in deft moves which take mere heartbeats, pulls Jan's top up and off, then tears her skirt away, leaving Delgado standing there in her white bra and panties. A finger to her chin as if she were studiously examining a work of art, Miriam then suddenly breaks out into a wide smile, grabbing the brunette by the arm in preparation for some nefariousness.

Suddenly, the crowd stirs as a new figure appears at ringside. It is Kiora Donavon, saying nothing, but intently observing Gaiman. Kiora and Miriam lock eyes, some silent communication passing between them.

Then, still looking directly at Donavon and with a smirk on her face that says 'Be careful what you wish for', Gaiman almost absentmindedly whips her opponent to the ropes. Bounding off of the cables, Jan rushes back at her foe, where a Back Bodydrop sends the brunette up and sailing through the air head over heels.

What happens next is unexpected by all, particularly Gaiman. Landing on her feet like a cat, Delgado instantly unleashes a Back Mulekick, the heel of her foot slamming directly into the redhead's crotch!

The crowd gasps at this sudden turn of events. Kiora Donavon merely arches an eyebrow slightly.

Eyes wide as saucers and mouth twisted into an 'O', with an almost little girl's squeak escaping her throat, Miriam grabs at her groin and drops to her knees. Adrenalin pumping and rage over her foe's condescending attitude fueling her fire, Delgado slams her knee into the side of Gaiman's head, dropping her to the mat.

Filling her hands with red hair, Jan hauls her adversary up to her feet. Badly dazed, Gaiman merely stands there as her foe mounts the top turnbuckle, then jumps into the air, connecting with a Flying Dropkick that sends Miriam nearly the length of the ring!

Outside of the ropes, Kiora merely walks indolently, eyes soaking up every bit of the battle playing out before her.

Again picking up Gaiman and this time shoving her roughly into the nearest corner, with arms draped over the top ropes keep the redhead upright, Jan charges her opponent and drives her shoulder hard into Miriam's abdomen, the victim's accompanying "Ooomphhh!" and rush of air testament to the damage done.

Mounting the bottom ropes, Jan then grabs Miriam by the roots with her left hand while jackhammering her right fist into the redhead's temple again and again, the crowd merrily counting along to ten until the pounding ceases.

Eyes half-shut, slackjawed, body seemingly devoid of power, Miriam Gaiman is a near-pathetic figure to behold.

BUCK ANSOME: "I can't friggin' believe it! C'mon, Miri... snap out of it!"

TAMMY DEVILLE: "An incredible turning of the tide! Jan Delgado seems to be on the verge of winning the biggest match of her FAWN career!"

Unhooking Gaiman's arms from the ropes, Jan lets her adversary collapse to her hands and knees. Ambling over to the center of the ring, Delgado haughtily motions with her fingers for the redhead to come to her, sneering, "Come on, hot stuff... show me what you've got!"

Seemingly driven by sheer willpower, Gaiman drags herself across the canvas toward her opponent. Reaching Jan's feet, the redhead tries to pull herself up to her knees by holding onto Delgado's legs, but the brunette easily shakes her off and takes a step back. Fists defiantly on her hips and legs spread wide, Jan says, "I think it's time we end this, don't you?"

An instant later, Miriam's answer comes in the form of a Forearm Uppercut, delivered with devastating precision squarely into Delgado's groin! Jan gives a throaty howl and falls backward onto her butt, hands frantically massaging her aching womanhood.

The redhead takes the time to recover and regroup, but the whole while her eyes are not on Delgado, but rather upon Donavon at ringside. Then, ready to resume the battle, Miriam crawls on her hands and knees to the prone brunette.

With a menacing chuckle, Gaiman then applies a signature move, her sadistic Mandible Claw! Jan's body instantly paralyzes, as if thousands of volts of electricity are coursing through her nervous system.

Then, almost in a desperation move, Delgado's right hand darts out, fingers clutching around the redhead's windpipe. With her right hand, she then drives her thumb into Gaiman's carotid artery, applying an Oriental Spike!

Miriam grunts as the spike is first applied, then gives a sort of gurgling chortle, as if to say, "THIS is the best you can come up with?" And so this bizarre duel is carried out.

Tears flow freely from Jan's eyes as the pain from the claw intensifies, while Miriam, in spite of herself, moans from her own agony. Both women know this can't go on for long.

After what seems like an eternity, one woman breaks: realizing that she is close to being driven unconscious from the lack of both air and blood to her brain, Miriam releases her hold and grabs at her tormentor's wrists, pulling herself free.

She only needs a few moments to recover, Gaiman knows this. Only a few precious seconds, and she'll pound this nobody into paste, and teach her not to embarrass Miriam Gaiman this way... !

Those few seconds are denied her. With her own last ounce of power, Delgado covers the redhead and hooks her leg, letting the weight of her own exhausted body pin her opponent down. The look on Miriam's face is one of pure shock; THIS is how it ends? She denies it, defies it... but ultimately, lacks the power to kick out.

The referee slaps the canvas for three, and the crowd erupts!

Too weak to get off of her beaten opponent, Jan needs the ref's help to move. Seated unsteadily on the mat, Delgado almost tumbles over as the official raises her arm to signify victory.

At ringside, saying nothing and betraying nothing, Kiora Donavon turns and walks up the aisle.

Staring up at the arena lights, it's almost as if the truth can't penetrate Miriam's mind. She lost? LOST?!? It's almost too much to fathom.

Finally able to sit up, Gaiman uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. She is about to step between the ropes and head back to her dressing room when she hears a voice from behind call out to her.

Standing on unsteady feet, Jan Delgado extends her hand to the redhead. Miriam studies it with a look of disgust. The crowd fully expects the merciless redhead to attack Delgado anew.

Instead, a look of sudden acceptance crosses Miriam's face. She briefly takes the preferred hand, shakes it once, and slips out of the ring.

As she limps up the aisle, Gaiman seems accepting with tonight's turn of events. Delgado was only doing her job, and she did it well enough to win. If anyone was at fault, the redhead knows, it is herself for not taking her opponent's threat seriously until it was too late. Chalk one up for over-confidence.

A little humility, Miriam muses silently, is good for the soul. Or whatever passes for what I've got. She smiles at her private impertinence.

TAMMY DEVILLE: "Unbelievable! Jan Delgado has turned her fortunes around in spectacular fashion tonight. Of course, it was obvious from the start that Miriam did not bring her 'A' game."

BUCK ANSOME: "Doesn't matter, Tamale. All the record books notes is Wins and Loses... there ain't a paragraph making excuses for anyone. And while it's a bleak day at Stately Ansome Manor whenever Miriam Gaiman loses, I've gotta admit, Jan Delgado was the Little Engine That Could tonight, and she deserved this win."

TAMMY DEVILLE: "That's... unexpectedly gracious of you, Buck."

BUCK ANSOME: "And I've got some coal to shovel into that little engine, if she's up for a visit to Buck's roundhouse tonight. Choo choo!"

TAMMY DEVILLE: "And that, unfortunately, is expectedly disgraceful of you. Stay tuned, folks, when we return with tonight's main event... Shea London and Juliet Bloodwind against Cathy and Natalie Dennehy!"

WINNER: Jan Delgado