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. 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, save for the straps supporting the top half and the thong of the bottom. She accessories with matching fingerless, elbow-length gloves, black silk stockings with garters, and a black silk choker.

Trailing just behind her is Sophie Mitchell, dressed in a black leather bikini top, matching thong, and a pair of white boots. Around her neck remains Miriam's ever-present collar.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, Sophie Mitchell trailing, her eyes burning with purpose. Gaiman moves slowly at first, keeping to the middle of the aisle--assuring a healthy distance between her and any hands that might try to touch her. As she nears the ring, she picks up the pace, diving under the bottom rope as she reaches the apron, sliding to a halt on all fours, her tight backside elevated, drawing more than a few hoots and hollers, her eyes scanning the arena.

There's a manic glint to those eyes as she smiles unnervingly, appearing to almost hump the canvas a moment before backing herself into the nearest corner, Sophie following along.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen plays as Kiora Donavon steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. She wears a tattered Queen t-shirt, ragged jean shorts and comes to the ring barefoot. She seems to bask in the jeers of the fans as she walks down the aisle.

"Now coming to the ring," booms the ring announcer, "weighing in at 130 lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana... KIORA DONAVON!"

Kiora merely raises an arm to acknowledge her introduction, as the crowd continues it's jeering and catcalls. Kiora then slides into the ring with a psychotic seductiveness. Across the ring, Sophie's back is turned slightly as she watches Miriam leave the ring... and that proves all the invitation Kiora needs.

Charging forward, the exotic enigma blindsides Sophie, the taller blonde issuing a surprised and pained "Ooooph!" as she is driven chest first into the corner. By the time Mitchell can fully realize the extent of her predicament, her face has struck the top turnbuckle for a third time, and is in the midst of descending for a fourth.

After five, that barrage ends, but Kiora's assault does not. Sophie's respite ends all too briefly as her back explodes in pain, Kiora delivering a rapid succession of kicks and martial arts strikes, a number of blows landing painfully close to her kidney region Wilting already under the unrelenting offensive, Mitchell begins to slump forward into the corner. Finally, Kiora ceases her onslaught, allowing Sophie to catch her breath for a moment. She barely feels the waistband of her thong being stretched away from her sides...

... but she does feel the slight chill of the arena air as the garment is swiftly yanked down around her ankles, Sophie Mitchell exposed to the world before the match is even three minutes old.

Still a bit disoriented from Kiora's assault and stunned by her latest actions, Sophie offers little resistance as Donavon spins her around, grabs a wrist, and whips her out of the corner. Sophie starts to charge into the opposite corner, but almost immediately, she is tripped up by her bottoms and sent tumbling to the mat, the crowd jeering Kiora... but with more than a few rounds of mocking laughter mixed in.

Hauling the shell-shocked blonde to her feet, Donavon shoves the now bottomless blonde back into the corner, then takes a step back. Kiora's right arm hangs loosely at her side, but just for a moment. In a blur of motion, Kiora swings her arm up, her fist slamming into Sophie's cheek, torquing the blonde's head and sending her sagging to the mat--a backhand from Kiora stinging her opposite cheek before she can completely collapse.

Taking dual handholds of the top rope, Kiora plants her bare right foot against Sophie's windpipe and presses down, practically all of her 130lbs sending Sophie further to the mat, her hands pushing vainly at Donavon's ankle. The blonde gags as her head comes to rest on the bottom turnbuckle, her legs kicking frantically on either side of the brunette's body.

With a slight adjustment, Kiora's foot slides from Sophie's windpipe to cover her mouth, the blonde's nose pinched shut between Donavon's big and second toe. Her eyes widening, Sophie continues to attempt to pry Kiora's foot free, with little success. Above, Donavon finds her gaze shifting for a moment from the blonde at her mercy to the redhead outside of the ring.

Miriam looks on, utterly impassive.

Easing off Sophie, Donavon drags the bigger blonde up to her feet. For a second time, she whips the blonde toward the opposite corner. For the second time, the attempts fails--but this time because Sophie manages to reverse the whip. Planting her feet, Sophie raises one arm, whipping Kiora into a savage shortarm clothesline that flips the smaller beauty through the air before she crashes to the canvas.

Chest heaving as she catches her breath, Sophie remains on the attack. Dragging Kiora back to her feet by a handful of hair, the blonde shoves her foe's head under one arm and then falls back, planting Kiora with an impressive DDT. Rolling Donavon onto her back, Sophie hooks a leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout.

With a swift stomp, Sophie keeps her rival on the mat as she raises one of Donavon's legs. A figure four follows, Kiora grimacing in anguish, though she refuses to vocalize any pain. Wrenching on Kiora's ankle, Sophie looks over her shoulder at Miriam, and finds the redhead smiling... and reaching her arms into the ring.

It was against her nature, Sophie though, before remembering her current state of undress. But dammit, this particular bitch deserved it. Releasing her grip on Kiora's foot, she reaches her arms to Miriam's, the two lovers locking hands for greater leverage.

And finally, Donavon offers a moan. The ref's request for a submission, however, is met with a shake of the head.

The tactic was against Sophie's nature, and therefore not one she was used to using. had she been more accustomed to it, she might have been more acutely aware that the ref might notice it. But alas, she wasn't.

And he did.

Dutifully, the blonde let go of Miriam's hands, and released the figure four, satisfied for the moment that she had done enough damage to her adversary. Reaching down, Sophie lifts Kiora into a rib-crushing bearhug. Donavon throws her head back, but again, she refuses to scream...

... at least until Sophie turns the bearhug into an atomic drop.

Sophie shoves the brunette off her knee, Kiora curling up as she hits the mat. Rising, Sophie grabs Donavon by the head, pulling her into a standing headscissors. Hooking the exotic beauty's arms behind her back, a pedigree is only moments away.

But suddenly, Sophie begins to shriek.

Unseen by the crowd, Kiora has sunk her teeth into Sophie's inner thigh, biting down with all her might. Releasing Kiora's arms, Sophie opens her scissors...

... and Kiora sends the blonde up and over with a backdrop, the startled Sophie landing with a loud thud.

Mitchell tries to rise, but only makes it to her knees. Before she can move any further, Kiora grabs the blonde's head, holding her kneeling for a blinding series of short kicks to the face. Releasing her grip on Sophie's hair, Donavon takes a step back as Sophie's pitches forward.

Unfortunately for Sophie, she pitches straight into a powerful punt to the face that sends her flopping onto her back, calves under her thighs, arms splayed and eyes glazed.

Circling behind Mitchell, Kiora tugs Sophie back to her knees before clamping on a Dragon Sleeper. With her right arm trapping Sophie's head, her left hand trails teasingly down the blonde's belly, past her waist... and then clamping down on Sophie's womanhood.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mitchell's right arm begins to windmill, the thrashing of her left more restrained by Donavon's body as Kiora viciously mauls her.

"Wanna give it up, Sophie?" the ref asks, kneeling beside them.

"NUUUUUHHHHUUUUHHHNNNOOOOOGGGGAAAHHHHH..."

Sophie's response brings a knowing smirk from Kiora, her eyes locked on Miriam's as suddenly, the blonde's cries change tenor, from piercing shrieks to soft moans. This is because Kiora's hand has changed it approach, her talons no longer clawing, but rather probing, stroking...

Sophie's agony quickly turns to ecstasy, but deep down, a voice within her protests. She couldn't let this happen. As enjoyable as it was, she couldn't let Kiora Donavon do this to her. Fighting the building pleasure within her, Sophie struggles to free herself from Kiora's grasp. But on her knees and bent backward, the blonde finds she has no leverage.

"Dooon't..." Sophie pleads softly, feeling herself nearing the brink.

Kiora is unmoved, her eye's never leaving Miriam's, the two engaging in silent communication.

"Pleeeaaasseee..." Sophie begs, her hips now involuntarily matching Kiora's tempo. Soon even her vocal protests cease, and moments later, Donavon feels her success. She gives Miriam one last look, which says everything that needs to be said.

See how easily I broke your toy?

Releasing the Dragon sleeper, Donavon allows Sophie's flushed body to melt into the canvas, her hands disappearing between her legs. Lost in bliss, she barely registers Kiora stripping the blonde of her bikini top. Rolling Sophie onto her stomach, Kiora straddles Mitchell's back, settling down to apply a camel clutch. However, she only secures the chinlock with one hand.

The other makes its way to Sophie's exposed right breast, clamping down in another claw.

Sophie screams anew, flesh already made sensitive by her aroused state now in utter agony. "C'mon, Sophie," the ref says gently. "Wanna end this?"

Yes.

Yes, she did. She wanted this to be over. She wanted to get as far away from this ring as possible. She wanted to disappear after letting Miriam down with the betrayal Kiora's hand had wrung out of her. But there was one satisfaction she could deny Donavon.

She would not give this match up.

Releasing her modified clutch, Donavon uses a foot to shove Sophie onto her back. Then, grabbing both ankles, the brunette raises and opens Sophie's legs. Mitchell lifts her hands pleadingly, but Kiora will have none of it. Instead, she drops both of her legs between Sophie's, opening those gams even wider and sending Mitchell's upper body off the canvas...

... and into a headbutt from Kiora that sends Sophie cross-eyed back to mat. Leisurely, Donavon goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THR... kickout.

If Kiora was surprised or disappointed, her expression seemed just the opposite. Bringing Sophie back to her feet, she whips the blonde toward the ropes.

But again, Sophie somehow manages a reversal. As Kiora rebounds off the ropes, she prepares to duck under a clothesline, which had to be about the extent of offensive Mitchell could muster at this point.

But to both her and the crowd's surprise, Sophie leaves her feet, delivering a hurricarana out of nowhere that sends Donavon skidding across the canvas in a heap.

Feeling a burst of adrenaline, Sophie almost hops to her feet. Gathering Kiora up with her, she tucks the brunette's head under her arm and races to the ropes with Donavan following, a springboard bulldog getting the raucous crowd firmly behind the blonde, and leaving a splattered Kiora ready for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THR... shoulder up.

Undeterred, Sophie rises and pulls Kiora into a standing headscissors. This time, Kiora has no answer as the blonde hoists her up, and then powerbombs her back to Earth, the brunette's body twitching a couple of times before falling still.

Giving one quick glance to her love at ringside, Sophie deftly locks Kiora into her Breaking the Curve variation of the Boston crab.

Kiora moans, but shakes her head frantically when the ref asks for a submission. Despite her spine feeling as if it might snap at any moment, Kiora manages to get her elbows under her. Sophie can feel herself being dragged toward the ropes, and settles back a little more in her crab. That halts Kiora's advance, but only temporarily.

To Sophie's amazement, Kiora does eventually find a way to will herself to the ropes.

"Dammit!" Sophie hisses, releasing the hold, her second wind starting to ebb a bit. "Guess I'm gonna have to knock you out if I want to put you away."

Slipping through the ropes, Sophie slowly climbs the buckles. When she reaches the top, the unthinkable happens.

She feels her right leg go out from under her. And then feels her unprotected crotch explode in agony as the top turnbuckle painfully breaks her fall.

It's a race to see which beauty might recover first, but to the displeasure of the masses, the answer proves to be Kiora. Seeing Sophie hung up on the top turnbuckle, Donavon wastes no time in taking advantage of this reprieve. Climbing the buckles in front of Sophie, Kiora tucks the blonde's head under one arm, and then delivers a DDT from the top rope. The impact leaves Mitchell vertical for a moment, before she actually settles down across Kiora's torso. But Donavon bucks free before even a one count.

Dragging a wobbly-legged Sophie up by her hair, Kiora lets her sway for a moment... and then sinks her claw into Sophie's cranium. In the same instant, she uses one of her legs to kick Sophie's out from under her, sending them crashing to the mat, Sophie back first.

The pressure Sophie feels around her brain is indescribable, overwhelming all other thoughts. Instinct kicks in, and Mitchell tries to swipe at Kiora above her. But her arms feels so heavy, it takes all her strength to move them, and when they reach Donavon, they barely brush against her.

Moments later, Sophie's world turns black.

Releasing the Kiora Claw, Donavon rises, and places one foot atop Sophie's chest, again locking her eyes on Miriam's.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE.

DING! DING! DING!

As the ref raises Kiora's hand, Donavon retains her pose of triumph--a fitting testament to her greater worthiness of the redhead below.

WINNER: Kiora Donavon