As the FAWN card reached the main event, the crowd jamming the Iowa City arena was more than pumped for the battle for the tag team title. The prospect of the defending champions, the flamboyantly sexy and ruthless Chrissy Daniel and Megan Lilly facing off against the fierce new team from Ireland, Maeve and Moira--"The Riuil Kanes" drew in the FAWN faithful. However, the crowd was swollen by a large number of excited college students from the nearby University of Iowa. Bethany Christian hadn't even had to suggest that the teams might try drumming up some new fans in the local collegiate nightspots.The champions and their challengers loved partying so they hit the IU campus scene with great enthusiasm and the results even drew an approving smile from Ms. Christian as her accountants tallied up the evening's proceeds.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the drone of Irish pipes could be heard. The audience turned and a single spotlight fell upon the head of the ramp. The loudspeaker now boomed:

--AND NOW FOR OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING--A ONE FALL MATCH FOR THE FAWN TAG TEAM TITLE!!!! FIRST, THE CHALLENGERS: FROM GALWAY, IRELAND--MAEVE AND MOIRA---THE REEEE--UUUUUUUULL KAYYY--NZZZZZZZ!!!

Into the center of the spotlight stepped Maeve the elder, in her trademark emerald green one-piece with matching boots and Moira the younger, (though taller at 5'6 to her sister's 5'$) in her black one-piece and boots. As the two women appeared, the music abruptly burst into techno and accompanied the pair as they strode confidently down the ramp towards the ring. They took care to give the occasional regal nod and to slap the outstretched hands of some lucky fans, but everyone could see their gaze was firmly fixed on the ring ahead of them.

"Well, sis," Moira said to Maeve over the wildly cheering crowd, "I believe we are to become true FAWN royalty."

Maeve smiled, but added a cautionary: "Ay, but we haven't won the belts yet. They'll not be pushovers we're facin' tonight."

"They'll be lookin' like pushovers when we've got done with them," Moira declared confidently.

The Kanes now reached the ring and climbed onto the apron. However, instead of entering they ordered the referee to sit on the rope middle rope and lift the top cable with his shoulder. That gentleman did not look very happy about it, but he had a match to get started and stoically obeyed. The blondes then entered the ring and raised their arms in confidence of their ultimate victory. The crowd responded enthusiastically. Moira took the center of the ring with a wireless microphone as Maeve stepped back to let her sister do the talking for them.

"Thank you one and all!" Moira said. "And I especially thank all our new friends me and Maeve have made here in this fine city! We appreciate yur turnin' out to see us here tonight! We promise to make this a night ye won't forget--a night you'll be tellin' yur grandkids about--the night you saw the Riuil Kanes win their first title!"

The crowd gave forth more cheers. Moira impulsively jumped up on the middle rope of the Kanes' designated corner to face the crowd and encourage more cheering. This went on for several joyous minutes.

Then, suddenly--

The lights dimmed again and Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupted from the sound system. Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tore through the air and as the drum roll thundered in, a shower of sparks exploded from above.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE DEFENDING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: CHRRISSSYYY DANNNIEEELLLS AD MEGGGGAAANNN LLLIILLLYYYY!!!"

Chrissy Daniel and Megan Lilly then appeared, hands on their hips, smugly mischievous smirks on their lips. They began to strut towards the ring, hips swiveling with every self-assured step. Chrissy was wearing a black leather bikini top that was plainly straining to support her massive breasts, red bikini briefs and black ankle boots with red wrappings around her wrists. Megan wore a similiar outfit, but with a red top, black briefs, and red boots with black wrist wrappings.

All eyes were on them as they walked slowly, voluptuously down to the ring, savoring every moment. They mounted the ringsteps then went to either side of the corner opposite the Kanes, who were watching all this with irritated disdain. The champions mounted the ropes and raised their arms as a sign of expected victory. Waves of cheers now rolled over them. The Killer Imp and the Prodigy were in the house--woe to all who opposed them--especially those named Kane!

Then the referee attempted to get the fight going. However, the two teams seemed to ignore him. Chrissy, armed with a wireless mic of her own sauntered up to Moira Kane as Megan kept a wary eye behind her (while Maeve did the same for her sister). At 5'1, Chrissy was at a height disadvantage, but this clearly did not intimidate her. She gave the taller girl a big grin even as Moira literally looked down in her in majestic contempt.

"Welcome to your first title match," Chrissy said in her favorite mocking tone. "Too bad you putzes don't have a chance in hell of beating me and Meg."

"Me and my sis here are used to noisy girls like you sayin' such things to us--but they end up bein' the ones who learn what hell truly is when we give it to 'em!" Moira informed her.

"That so?" Chrissy seemed to ponder this statement. Then she asked: "We hear you two claim to royalty or something."

"We claim nothing. It is fact! We be descendants of the true kings of Ireland and don't you forget it!" Moira declared proudly and to which Maeve nodded in firm agreement.

"You hear that, Meg? We'll be fighting two genuine princesses tonight!" Chrissy called back to her partner.

"Great! I always wanted to kick the ass of a real live princess! Though i gotta tell you, Chrissy, these two sorry lookin' bitches must have come from one two many cousins marryin' each other!" Megan called back with a sneer.

Moira's jaw dropped and a scarlet flush came to her cheeks. She took a step forward, but Maeve quickly came over and put out a restraining hand.

"She's just tryin' to bait ye--don't fall for it!" Maeve whispered to her sister, but she shot a dirty look at the smirking Megan.

"Wow! Did you hear that, Meg? The OTHER one can actually talk, too. Here I was thinking she was some kind of drooling in-bred idiot they didn't let open her mouth!" Chrissy called out.

Now it was Maeve;'s turn to flush scarlet: "You shut yer dirty mouth, you poison dwarf! You and the other slut over there will be the ones drooling when the Kanes get done with ye!"

Moira looked a bit surprised at hearing her sister's angry snarl, but she gave Maeve an approving smile.

As for the "poison dwarf", she seemed to ponder the insult. Then she gave a shrug and said: "I guess there's only one thing I can say to that--"

With a single swift move, Chrissy Daniel threw her mic over the Kanes' head and as Maeve reflectively looked up, the Imp rammed the top of her head into the elder Kane's exposed jaw. Maeve crashed to the canvas. The referee, who had been lolling around in the background, gave a frantic signal and the bell to formally start the match rang out wildly, but the battle was already on.

As Maeve sprawled onto her back, Moira reacted swiftly. With a screaming battle cry of rage, she seized Chrissy by the hair and with a strength born of Celtic fury, sent the Killer Imp flying towards the on-charging Megan Lilly. The 5'5 redhead nimbly dodged her own smaller partner and caught Moira with a nifty flying clothesline to the throat.

Moira collapsed to her knees, gagging for breath, even as the ring shock with the force of Chrissy Daniel's landing. Megan shot a look back at Chrissy, who though plainly shaken, still had the presence of mind to rapidly roll out of the ring to leave Megan the legal team member in the ring. (For her part, Maeve Kane had managed to do the same thing, rolling under the side ropes and sliding down against the edge of the ring platform as she struggled to regain her full senses).

Which, of course, left Megan and Moira alone in the ring except for the referee. Moira was still on her knees gagging, so Megan quickly fell in behind her and yanked her up by the hair. Megan then pulled the blonde over backwards so that her neck slammed into Megan's rising knee. The neckbreaker left Moira twitching on the mat. Megan next placed her opponent in a standing head scissors, but this was mere preparation as she tried to hoist the Moira into an inverted position for a piledriver.

Unfortunately, for the aggressive redhead, Moira Kane realized what was about to happen and started thrashing frantically. Megan found herself desperately struggling to maintain her hold which was being made all the more difficult by the sweat pouring down both their straining bodies. Suddenly, Moira's head popped free of Megan's trembling legs. The blonde swiftly encircled the redhead's legs with her arms and heaved. Megan suddenly found her feet yanked out from under her and she came down in painful butt drop--with Moira on top of her! The result collision with the mat actually rocked both women. They rolled away from each other, dazed, but suddenly aware of the voices of their tag partners calling to them from opposite corners of the ring.

Moira then began to crawl towards Maeve, who was leaning into the ring, stretching out her arm, trying to make the tag. Meanwhile, Megan was making her own agonized crawl to reach Chrissy's out-stretched hand. The crowd watched on their edge of their seats as Megan slapped Chrissy's hand mere seconds ahead of Moira's tag out to Maeve.

Chrissy and Maeve seemed to have shaken off their earlier blows and now raced towards each other with zestful eagerness. Maeve drove quick, piston-like jabs into Chrissy's belly, clearly hoping to find a weak point. Chrissy grabbed the arm and gave a few twists, before Maeve squirmed free. The pair then traded hip tosses and body slams. These seemed to be mere warm-ups as the they circled each other, warily looking for an opening. Then Maeve thought she saw one, she feinted a move to the left, but swung right and got in behind Chrissy. She locked Daniel up in a full nelson and put all her strength into heaving Chrissy up off her feet--then, at the apex, releasing the smaller woman. The full nelson slam sent the back of Chrissy's head ramming into the mat. Maeve quickly followed this up with a double knee drop onto Chrissy's vulnerable mammaries as she lay on the canvas. The breath driven out of her lungs, Chrissy flopped like a beach fish. Maeve rolled the girl over onto her stomach, then got down and placed Christy's left arm between her legs and locked her hands under Chrissy's chin. She then pulled back. Chrissy Daniel was now trapped in an agonizing crossface!

Chrissy's face turned red as she strained against the agonizing pressure being applied to her neck. Maeve's face was contorted as she made a maximum effort to force a submission from her opponent. The referee dropped down next to the trapped Chrissy and asked:

"Do you want to quit, Chrissy?"

"Hell no! Get out of my face, putz!" Chrissy snarled through the pain. She was reckoned one of the toughest women in FAWN and she was determined to live up that tonight. Her right arm was still free, so she braced herself and forced her body upwards, pulling Maeve with her. At first, this only seemed to add to the pressure, but Chrissy could feel Maeve having trouble staying in place. Then Chrissy emitted a loud groan of agony and cried out:

"You're killin' me!"

"Then submit ye yellow--"Maeve started to retort. Too late she realized it was all meant as a distraction. She had loosened her hold just a bit, but it was enough. Chrissy suddenly yanked her left arm free, then used it to help thrust herself upwards and backwards. Maeve simply lost her balance and toppled backwards, allowing Chrissy to break free of the chin hold.

Just as suddenly, Chrissy brought her knee crunching into Maeve's chin as she sat on tghe canvas. Maeve splattered to the mat, her arms thrown wide apart, utterly vulnerable as the enraged Killer Imp closed in. Chrissy leaped up in a crushing double knee drop of her own that landed directly on Maeve's proudly bulging breasts. Now Maeve's breath was sent exploding from her lungs. Chrissy then dragged the glassy-eyed blonde to her feet and half-led, half-dragged her to the corner furthest away from the increasingly frantic Moira.

Megan was waiting at the corner and helpfully kept Maeve propped up as Chrissy backed up, then charged in nailing the elder Kane with a shattering corner splash. Chrissy then backed up and gave the helpless blonde a second shattering experience with the move.

"Now I'll show you my 'Unprettier'," Chrissy informed Maeve, who far too gone to actually hear the words. She then bent Maeve forward, hooked both the blonde's arms, forcing down her head. Chrissy then dropped to a sitting position, driving Maeve face-first into the canvas. Chrissy then kicked Maeve onto her back and spread her arms and legs apart in a starfish position. She then coolly strolled over to Megan and tagged her partner in. Megan seemed to have already decided what to do. She judged the distance where the groaning Maeve lay and mounted the turnbuckle. She was clear she ended to launch herself in an aerial assault on the helpless Kane sister.

This was too much for Moira Kane.

The younger Kane sister had worked her way along the edge of the ring. Now as Megan prepared to launch herself into space, Moira leaped into the ring determined to intercept the plummeting redhead. Alas for the Kanes, a vigilant Chrissy Daniel had detected the Moira's approach. Just as Moira lunged into the ring, Chrissy seized a black boot and caused her stumble forward landing across the body of her fallen sister just as Megan came flying down upon them. Moira was slammed across the back and driven downwards upon her sister with such force the Maeve's body was jackknifed upwards.

Megan quickly leaped to her feet, grabbed Moira Kane by the hair and the seat of her one black one-piece, then sent her shooting between the ropes. Chrissy caught the blonde in midair and slammed her into the unyielding floor of the arena. Moira lay there groaning.

Also groaning was sister Maeve, but her situation was even more alarming. She was being pulled upright by Megan Lilly for a meeting with the redhead's now unleashed boobs. Maeve was dimly aware of what was about to happen, but her body refused to act on her brain's frantic commands. All she could was silently endure as her face was thrust into the hot, sweaty darkness of Megan's breast smother.

"Say, Chrissy, you want to have some fun with 'Princess Maeve' here?" Chrissy called back as the crowd cheered her on.

"Thank you, Meg, looks like 'Princess Moira' here is done for the night. I was hoping you'd share her sister with me," Chrissy replied with a grin.

Megan then tagged out to Chrissy, but only sat up on the turnbuckle watching with interest as Chrissy carefully removed her bra and hung it next to Megan's on the top rope. She then thrust Maeve's face into her massive mountains of tit flesh. The brief pause had allowed Maeve to recover a bit, so now her arms waved in an useless, but amusing fashion. Then, as Maeve began to falter, Chrissy tagged in Megan and the process began all over again. This fascinating clinic in the technique of the double breast smother went on for some minutes, but, at last, the referee was able to raise and lower Maeve's limp right arm three times and declared a winner--which happened to be Megan Lilly.

Megan beamed as the bell rang and speaker system boomed out the formal announcement:

"THE WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS--CHRISSSYYY DANNIELLLS and MEGGGANNN LILLLYYY!"

Fresh waves of cheers swept through the crowd, but the night's entertainment was was not quite over. During her sister's long breast smother, Moira Kane had come to and somehow pulled herself up so that she was leaning on the ring apron. Her eyes focused on the stunning sight of Maeve losing their chance at the tag team title. Moira felt tears start to run down her cheeks. Suddenly, Moira's arms were grabbed and she was yanked upwards into the ring.

"Hello there, Princess Moira--me and Meg want you in here with your sister. The 'Really Good' part of the match is about to start," Chrissy Daniel informed her. "You got the other one ready, Meg?"

Meg had slapped Maeve a few times until the defeated blonde was sufficiently awake to stand. Chrissy then led Moira over to her sister. Maeve and Moira exchanged alarmed looks, but before they could do or say anything, Chrissy and Megan stepped up and tore the one piece suits off the Kane sisters bodies! They were left standing there naked accept for their wrestling boots! It was shaming tactic they had used on many a defeated opponent, now they, too, knew the humiliation of being stripped before a crowded arena full of cheering, hooting strangers. They watched as Chrissy and Megan sent the torn suits sailing into the crowd where desperate struggles broke out for even a fragment of the ruined garments.

"Okay, girls, put your hands up and march on out of here!" Chrissy ordered.

Maeve and Moira began to crush their tormentors in Gaelic--which earned them swift knees to the groin. The two moaned in agony and raised their arms. Chrissy and Megan then forced them to leave the ring and march up the ramp.

"We'll get you fer this!" Maeve and Moira kept saying, tears of rage rolling down their cheeks. "We swear ye'll both pay and pay!"

Megan and Chrissy finally silenced the Kanes with some solid smacks to their bare buns.

"You two losers have talked enough. You want to fight us again? What do you say, Meg?" Chrissy asked.

"I say let'em try. I like seeing their bare bodies hanging out for everyone to gawk at. I'd be happy to do it again!" Megan replied cheerfully.

Moira and Maeve exploded in angry Gaelic again, but this only brought more swats to their bare behinds as the four of them disappeared up the rank and beyond the sight of the crowd. The Kanes had lived up to their promise, it had been a night no one there would forget, but just not in the way the challengers had intended....

WINNERS, and STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Chrissy Daniel & Megan Lilly