To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name of", Tempe's Native American temptress, Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp, strutting down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. She gives a thumbs up to a fan holding aloft a sign plastered with a picture of Daly after her "scalping" with the legend "JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO WEAR A PONYTAIL AGAIN."

At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, awaiting the arrival of her foe and the start of the match.

It's clear the fans have chosen their favorite tonight. They cross their fingers hoping to see the woman who drove Kylie Sanders from FAWN getting her ass kicked and her head scalped one more time.

Red, white, and blue spotlights swirl through the audience as the Olympic 'Fanfare for the Common Man' erupts from the sound system. When a glaring white beam backlights a tight, but tiny figure at the top stage, the music quickly fades, blue and white light ceding to the growing red filling the ramp and ring, quickly joined by red pyro in a line in front of the figure.

The techno-pop beat of Vitamin C's 'The Itch' pumps through the audience and a spotlight falls upon an exotic little brunette with smoky gray-green eyes and ethnic hints from all over the Pacific Rim. Dominique Daly is clad in a red cami leotard, her tawny arms, legs, and feet bare, as well as large swaths of her midriff from several rips and tears in the skin-tight spandex. Her long, dark locks are pulled back into a soft ponytail that bobs as she pumps her right arm to the beat. Domi sways to the music; her taut, little backside swiveling deliciously as she rotates in a circle then moves forward, arms raised high despite the mix of cheers and boos, the negative easily outweighing the positive reaction.

Trying to win the crowd over, she enters into a tumbling run down the ramp with back handsprings ending with a back tuck flourish and a bright smile that gets her nowhere. Despite the show, the crowd hasn't forgotten, nor do they appreciate her unsavory past and less than legitimate tactics. Unhappy with the response, Daly lets the crowd know she thinks they're #1 as well, with dual middle fingers.

Dominique spots a member of Domi-Nation along the aisle, the man holding a sign "The Kylie Crusher is a Bloodwind Basher". The tiny brunette leans in over the barrier and gives the fan a smooch that has the man gasping for air when Daly finally releases

The ex-gymnast growls at the next placard shoved in her face. "Hey Domi, Juliet ain't no gimme, she's a gotcha!" A full color spread of Juliet Bloodwind claiming her prize of Dominique's ponytail on the next poster does nothing to calm the rage in her eyes. She wasn't going to underestimate that bitch, tonight. And if anyone was coming away with a scalp, it would be her.

Leaving the losers behind, she hops up to the apron and vaults over the ropes with room to spare, her body moving as if on hydraulic springs.

Within her environment, amidst center stage, the spotlight enveloping her, Dominique feels at ease. Even the booming derisive chants 'DAUM-ME, DAUM-ME' can't break her spell. It was time to prove a win over Kylie wasn't just a, well, win over Kylie. Juliet was the girl that knocked her off the beam and had supplanted her as someone to watch. Now, with their lives and careers intersecting once more, a gold medal performance would keep her name in the mouths of the media and Juliet would ride into the sunset where she belonged.

As the fanfare settles and the bell rings, both wrestlers cautiously move to the center of the ring. The slightly taller Juliet moving tentatively towards the slinky Domi, who moves quickly from side to side. With their eyes they size each other up.

Juliet goes in for a tie up but Domi sidesteps her, causing Juliet to stumble forward some. The faster girl is right behind Juliet when she turns to check her back. She tries for a second tie up and again Domi slides out of the way. This time she follows it up with a drop toe hold that puts Juliet on the mat face first.

But Dominique makes a mistake of not following up the toe hold. Instead she stands over Juliet and throws out some insults. "How's that feel, bitch?"

Juliet pushes herself off the mat and gets back to her feet. She motions for Domi to lock up. "Do you want to wrestle or do you want to be a slippery little brat?" Daly's pride, wounded by the insult from the woman who once scalped her, decides she needs to answer the challenge.

The two women tie up and Juliet wins the initial draw, forcing Daly to the corner. Domi gets a foot outside the ring to manage a break and the ref orders Juliet off. Juliet breaks clean and the minute she does Domi slaps her across the face.

Bloodwind has had enough. She slaps Daly back. This elicits a push to the chest from the smaller gymnast. Bloodwind has had all she can take. As Daly badmouths her, Bloodwind smacks the smaller girl right across the chest with a forearm. And another. She backs Daly into the corner.

From there Bloodwind monkey flips Daly out of the corner and down to the mat. THUD! Daly lands hard, the cheers of the fans greeting her on landing. Daly stands up quickly, cursing herself for falling into Bloodwind's trap. In so doing she loses sight of her opponent and gets a dropkick on the chin for her misstep.

Finding herself again on the mat the hated banisher of Kylie Sanders tries to shake off the pain in her jaw. Before she can, though, the veteran Native American yanks her roughly off the mat with a handful of hair.

"Still got some hair left, huh babe?" Asks Juliet as she uses the dark locks to hair-mare Daly over... and then again... and then again. When Juliet finally releases the smaller girl, on the order of the official, Dominique sits on the mat, trying to scrub the pain from her hair and scalp. Treated like a child's toy thrown about by its hair hasn't done wonders for her pride, either.

The fans taunt as Daly rises to her feet, still massaging her head. She roars her anger, practically ordering Bloodwind to tie up with her again. Juliet agrees. As they lock up Domi goes low, driving a knee into Juliet's sweet meat.

The move draws boos from the fans as Juliet falls to her knees, her eyes tearing up. The fire in Bloodwind's crotch leaves her on her knees, curled in a ball. Daly straddles her and plays to the fans. She yanks Bloodwind's head back be her dark hair and holds her torso up, her face a twisted mask of pain.

"How's it feel, bitch!?!" Daly asks as she whips Bloodwind's head around a few times for her own amusement. Finally she uses the leverage of the hair to slam Juliet's face down on the mat.

But she doesn't give Juliet much time to rest. As Bloodwind slowly gets to her knees, trying to shake it off and get back in the fight, Daly comes from behind and leaps over her... taking the back of Juliet's head with her. It's a seated neck breaker that snaps Juliet and leaves her on the mat in a heap.

Daly leaps off the mat with her gymnastic spryness and pumps her feet to the jeers of the fans. To emphasize her mastery over Bloodwind she stomps a few times, with total disregard, on her foe. She ends this assault with a front flip into a guillotine leg drop that draws an admiring eye from ever her most ardent detractor.

Daly doesn't waste time this time and tries for a quick pin. But she can only manage a two before the Native American warrior kicks out to the cheers of her supporters. Daly slaps the mat, insisting it was a slow count. She slaps Bloodwind across the face once more before pulling the young girl to her feet.

Thought the shorter and smaller of the combatants, Daly fulcrums Bloodwind over and uses her strength to take the Native American beauty on a forced tour of the ring by her hair.

"Take a look at this squaw! She isn't shit!" She spits as she yanks Juliet behind her. "I'm the career killer! And I'm going to finish her just like I did Sanders!" Finally she reaches a corner and slams Juliet's head into the turnbuckle three or four times before whipping the poor girl back across the ring.

Bloodwind lands hard with her back against the turnbuckle. She barely has a chance to gauge her options when Daly follows up with a cartwheel, backflip into a corner splash. Bloodwind is driven against the turnbuckle with significant force and falls flat on her face.

Daly pumps her fist again. "That's an Olympic champ at work! And that is a FAWN chump at my feet!"

Domi tries for a pin again and almost gets it but the veteran Juliet knows her position in the ring and gets one boot outside the ropes. The ref stops his count at two and points out Juliet's break. Domi again slaps the mat in frustration and mutters something to herself. She thought she had this one wrapped up.

Daly drags the seemingly lifeless yet strangely resilient Bloodwind to the center of the ring. With the young Native American positioned at her feet, Daly backs up a few steps, performs a very athletic looking front handspring and ends with an elbow drop on Bloodwind. From here she again tries for a cover...

1... 2... thre... no! The crowd pops as Bloodwind manages a shoulder off the mat at the very last fraction of a second. Daly slaps the mat three times in frustration and holds up three fingers for the referee. "Slow count!" But the referee shakes it off. "Only two, Dominique!"

Bloodwind is again scooped off the mat be her long black locks. Daly whips her across the mat. Bloodwind collides with the ropes on the other side of the mat and slingshots back towards Domi. Here Daly plans to finish things with a clothesline. But it's not to be.

Her initial clothesline fails when Bloodwind, exhausted and beaten, musters enough wherewithal to duck the extended forearm. She careens to the other side of the ring and collides with the ropes yet again. Upon her return she manages just enough energy to clothesline Daly... but it's not a unilateral move.

Daly somehow manages to think fast and reply with a clothesline of her own. It's an exchange that leaves both women on the mat, huffing and puffing.

The referee takes the measure of the situation and begins to count to ten. If he reaches ten before either woman can respond by reaching her feet, the match will end in an unsatisfying double count out.

Both women know the import of their predicament and begin to scramble to their feet. It's a slow process. They seem to reach their feet at roughly the same time. Daly tries to regain her upper hand with a badly timed punch. Bloodwind blocks it and responds with a chop. And another. Another. Finally she takes Daly off her feet with a clothesline of her own.

The crowd pops for its favorite. Daly tries to get back to her feet but only gets a swinging neck breaker for her trouble. Bloodwind, still showing the effects of her prolonged beating at the hands of Daly, musters all she has left.

She hits the ropes, propels herself back over her foe's body, leaps off the middle rope and executes a picture perfect Bloodhawk Dive!

Bloodwind hooks the leg for a quick 1... 2... 3! The crowd cheers as their favorite is declared the winner. She stands and graciously accepts the raised hand of victory.

Daly, for her part, was more stunned than beaten. She immediately stands and argues with the ref over his slow versus fast counts. But the match is in the books. Bloodwind leaves the ring to celebrate with the fans as Daly saves her venom for the ref and her anger for another day.

WINNER: Juliet Bloodwind