As a full-time FAWNatic, I never miss a chance to catch the show live. Long a member of the "Kylie Corps" and one of the first on my block to own a yellow and black t-shirt reading the same, I must admit to feeling awful when the Iowa cutie was fired from FAWN. I must also admit to feeling some blame towards the unknown Kristy Sanders for possibly playing some role in it. But I have since come to see Kristy as a pawn in some bigger game and even went so far as to have a maroon and yellow "Kristy's Crew" t-shirt made for tonight's show.

A few chords of an upbeat pop mix accompany the appearance of Kristy Sanders at the upper stage, the newcomer is welcomed by a decidedly mixed reaction, many still unsure as to the timing of her appearance and the disappearance of fan favorite Kylie. Dressed in a diminutive pink tanktop leaving much of her tanned midriff bare and similarly-hued tights that travel down to mid-calf, an undersized black skirt covering the top of the tights, she gets a step or two down the ramp when a loud scratch signals a change in the musical accompaniment, Kristy squirms, now aware after her inaugural outing, what's coming next. When Kelly Clarkson squeals out "But since you been gone; I can breathe for the first time; I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah; Thanks to you, now I get what I want; Since you been gone", the partisans of her recently and dearly departed cousin erupt in a shower of boos that fall heavy on the rookie, the meaning of the words not lost on them. Her hazel eyes drooping, she pleads with the fans as she walks the aisle, making her case that she had nothing to do with Kylie's departure.

Kristy tries to counter by reaching to slap hands with the fans. She has a few takers, those swayed by her perky demeanor, cute face, and smokin' bod, but there's still not a lot of love. Even less so as the next verse spreads over those assembled.

'You had your chance, you blew it; Out of sight, out of mind; Shut your mouth, I just can't take it; Again and again and again and again.' The first line is accompanied on the FAWNtron by Domi's match-winning Dismount Stick against Kylie, the last with a series of four Rumpshakers applied to the former FAWN star.

The crowd, well aware of Kylie's forced departure and Kristy's suspiciously-timed entry into FAWN, let loose, guiding her toward the ring with a barrage of catcalls. A few supportive placards in the audience buck up the clearly shaken cutie, but much of the editorial content is just as harsh as the screams of derision, one example: 'Your cuz kicks ass. Quit kissing, Kristy'. But she has a few more supporters in the Hawkeye-free zone, one holding a sign 'Kristy'll kick the redheaded stepchild to the door''.

More accustomed to her greeting than in Iowa City, but still stinging, Kristy slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. She stretches and shadowboxes, deciding it best to keep all her attention in the ring. Cosette, unable to accompany her by decree of the boss, is backstage, but at least in the building this time. In an odd way, Kristy could feel that beacon of good will flowing into her from the Frenchwoman, out of sight but most certainly not out of mind.

Bouncing in her corner, Kristy realizes she has to win the crowd over with her skills in the ring and pumping a fist or starting a rhythmic clap isn't going to get her anywhere. It seems she'd made some progress from her initial outing and tonight was a huge opportunity to move further in that direction.

Either way, it's Miriam she has to worry about. Kylie's Birthday Bash declaration was legendary and she wasn't about to make the same pronouncement. Instead, she'd make that moment one of regret for Miriam, as well.

I almost pitied Kristy. As a Kylie fan I knew full well her match with Miriam was the one that, more than any other, sent her on the downward spiral. I crossed my fingers and hoped she could catch lightning against a woman known as much for her perversion as her skill in the ring.

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 accessorizes with matching fingerless, elbow-length gloves, black silk stockings with garters, and a black silk choker.

Miriam Gaiman makes her way down toward the ring, 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 locking on her opponent's.

There's a glint to those eyes as she smiles unnervingly, appearing to almost hump the canvas a moment before backing herself into the nearest corner to await the bell. Manic, yes, but more than that: vengeful.

The crowd rises to a fever pitch with the overt sensual nature of every movement of the feline predator and the nearness of the hour when she might strike.

I had to admit Miriam looked like a million bucks. Kristy is cute... Miriam is sexy. She's sultry and dangerous in a way no other woman in FAWN call pull off. I could sense Kristy's nerves from my position in the "cheap seats."

I watched the pink clad princess draw a deep, calming breath as the bell rang and she crossed to meet Miriam. I saw Kristy keep her distance, trying to size Miriam up and steady herself. I watched Miriam watch her... like a Tiger eyes its prey. I knew in that moment Miriam had the advantage... it's all in the eyes.

"Mmmm... fresh Sanders. My favorite."

Miriam drawled the line like a temptress about to dine on a platter of succulent desires. Kristy tried to ignore the redhead but she couldn't. You could tell the words struck at her as the two wrestlers circled each other in the ring.

Body language speaks volumes. Kristy was coiled like a spring ready to strike. But she was tentative and unsure, she hadn't found her feet and her last match didn't help. Miriam was quite the opposite. She looked confident, very much in her element. She stood straight and strong. Even though she's shorter and smaller than Kristy you'd think she was a giant by comparison.

To Kristy's credit she played her cards right. She kept her hands up and her body alert, waiting for Miriam's attack. When Gaiman made aggressive moves, Kristy backed off. But she backed off too much... maybe even flinched a little. None of Miriam's tilts were serious. They were tests... like an animal testing for weaknesses in its cage. And she found them in Kristy.

"Are you going to run, little girl? Or are you going to fight?"

Kristy didn't like the taunt but she had a plan. She WOULD NOT let Miriam get in her head the way she got in Kylie's.

"I'm right here! Let's fight!"

That was the opening Miriam was looking for. She put a hand out to request a test of strength. Tentatively Kristy agreed. But the test never came. As Kristy reached in to challenge Miriam's grip, Gaiman simply brought her other hand over, pulled Kristy in and gave a quick grope to her breast.

The arena erupted in laughter as a red faced Kristy pulled back like she's just been stung by a bee.

"Perky." Mused Miriam as she gave a quick sniff to her palm. "Smells like strawberries and cream."

To say Kristy was uncomfortable with Miriam's "attack" was an understatement. The youngster tried to regain her composure but her beet red complexion told the whole story. She wouldn't have it and charged Miriam in rage.

Gaiman, a master technician, sidestepped Sanders and just whimsically watched Kristy sail past her. I have to admit even I chuckled as Miriam, giving Kristy a slight "ole" as she charged past, swatted Kristy on the bottom as she harmlessly went by.

Kristy's complexion went two shades brighter red as she received a passing paddling from her foe. You could see her pride seethe and body tense. Miriam was pushing her.

"Bitch!" She roared, drawing a bemused eye from Miriam and some boos from the fans in earshot. That wasn't how an all-American good girl was supposed to behave.

"Alright Gaiman, quit playing around." The referee instructed, drawing another bemused smile from the red head. "We're here to fight not fondle."

In FAWN the accuracy of his statement was up for debate but Kristy managed a smile and smirk. This brought the ref's ire.

"You too, Sanders! Watch the language!"

Could it be? Had FAWN hired a tee-toe-taller referee?

WHAM! Kristy felt a short, fast pain right across her cheek. She immediately realized Miriam had slapped her while her attention was on the official. For this she kicked herself. How could she have taken her mind off the opponent?

"That's for your dirty mouth, Kristy. Next I'm going to deal with your dirty... " Miriam licked her lips for effect "... something else."

The anger was replacing the nerves in Kristy. She decided she'd had enough and decided to go for a tie up with Miriam... counting on her size and strength advantages. And I was so happy to see in the beginning it worked. She forced Miriam into the corner where Gaiman was able to get a break. Kristy broke clean but Miriam had to push it. She grabbed the strap of Kristy's top and started to tug it down.

Kristy didn't respond favorably at all. But she didn't protect her modesty either. Instead she went right back at Miriam with a slap across the chest. Miriam recoiled and Kristy went with an additional chop that brought a "whooooo" from the fans. Enjoying their support Kristy decided to chop again and again. She got 6 "whooos" before she let off and whipped Miriam across the ring.

Kristy followed after her. Gaiman no sooner slammed into position in the opposite corner that Kristy followed up with a corner splash. Miriam hung in the corner looking dazed as Kristy took a minute to wave to the fans... a few (including myself) starting to warm up to her.

Kristy drover her shoulder into the midsection of the trapped red head, seemingly reveling in the "ooomphs" and "ughghghgs" of her cousin's one-time tormentor. She took a step back and locked eyes with the dazed globes of Miriam.

"What now, huh? Am I still a joke to you?"

Kristy seemed amazed at Miriam's response: "Why... are you... stopping? That was... fun."

Kristy took a few steps back to run in for another shoulder block but this time it connected with metal.

As Kristy backed off, holding her shoulder in pain, Sanders got a fleeting glance of Gaiman stumbling behind her. Somehow Miriam had managed to get free of the corner and Kristy had paid for her miscue.

The next thing Kristy or I knew she was falling, face first, against the canvass. Miriam had regained enough strength to pull Kristy's ankles out from under her, the end result being a face full of mat for my favorite.

Miriam, still holding both of Sanders' ankles, wrapped them one across the other and went in for a reverse toehold. With Kristy's ankles in hand and her knees and back receiving most of the strain, Miriam leaned forward adding more pressure.

"You're not a joke to me, little Kristy. You're a toy."

First Miriam ripped Kristy's little skirt off. She examined the garment and smiled: "how precious." She tossed it aside and went back to stroking Kristy's special spot. After a few moments of getting Kristy hot and bothered, Miriam let up.

Miriam got her free hand up and used it to stroke at Kristy's kitty a few times. Now, if the pain in her legs wasn't enough, Kristy had to deal with the arousal down below. She shook her head and tried to clench her eyes shut to block out the pain and... pleasure.

The next sensation Kristy felt was her pink tights being pulled down by the waistband. She began to kick and buck, trying to get loose and pull her tights back up, but Miriam didn't let go. She just kept pulling.

Kristy realized she couldn't escape unless...

I cheered her as she fought to reach the ropes. She struggled against Miriam's grip and hold as she fought for the bottom rope. After a few near misses she finally got her left hand on the bottom rope and I cheered as the ref ordered Miriam to break.

Miriam broke the hold and as she let go of the ankles she backed off. Slowly Kristy fought back to her feet and reached down to pull her tights back up. But as she did Miriam shot in like a dart and yanked her tights the rest of the way down, revealing Kristy's white cotton panties. Kristy tried to move out of embarrassment and fell down, tripping over the tights around her ankles.

The crowd erupted again, but this time in laughter at the site of Sanders falling flat from tripping over her tights. This match was turning into an embarrassment for my favorite and I had to admit I was even getting a chuckle from it.

As Kristy tried to get up Miriam gave her white clad bottom a few quick kicks, again drawing the amusement of the fans. Kristy was being humiliated and her detractors were enjoying every minute of it. With her tights around her ankles and her movement thusly constricted, Kristy was having a whale of a time getting back to her feet.

"Come on, Kristy! You can do it!"

Though the fans around me gave me a "WTF" look I still decided I'd vocalize my support for the spunky Sanders. I continued cheering even as Miriam bent down and rubbed Kristy's face against the mat.

"Back off her, Miriam! Let her up!"

I don't think anyone in the place believed it. A FAWN referee was trying to take control of the match. Miriam seemed the most shocked... this was unprecedented.

"She can't fight with her tights around her ankles!"

The ref backed Miriam off as Kristy pulled up her tights. She only got them about mid thigh before Miriam decided she'd had enough and sent the toe of her boot right into Kristy's stomach. The referee immediately hauled Miriam off her.

"What'd I just say?"

Miriam brushed him aside. "If she'd taken her tights off I'd have let her. But when she tried to pull them back up... I just can't allow that."

Even the ref chuckled at Miriam's explanation. Miriam went right back to work, grabbing a handful of Kristy's hair and sliding Sanders' tights right back down. She watched Kristy stumble around the ring, double handicapped from the pain in her stomach and the tights around her ankles. When Miriam tired of Kristy's predicament she moved in for the kill.

With a quick move she swept Kristy's feet out from under her. Kristy fell, unceremoniously, on her back. She could feel the pain in her back and head almost immediately.

Them Miriam was on her. Literally.

Before Kristy could even catch a breath Miriam was straddling her. "Play time's over, sweetie."

And with that Miriam crouched down and took a seat right on Kristy's face. The muffled sounds of Sanders' screams and gasps were all you could hear as Miriam added the unusual part to her "Cruel and Unusual" finished.

Her hand went right down to Kristy's white panty clad crotch. It darted under the flimsy material and found it's way to target.

Kristy's entire body tensed and tightened as her muffled screams grew and her thrashing and bucking became worse. She fought and struggled but it was all for not.

"Struggling only makes it worse... for you." Miriam taunted. "But better for me."

Miriam worked Kristy's box like an old pro. Sander's legs, arms and midsection showed signs of a girl caught in the throws of pleasure and pain. Her head trying to get free and her body captured, Kristy was a prisoner not only of Miriam's evil machinations, but of her own desires as well.

Suddenly the referee ordered the bell. Miriam had no idea what just happened and didn't stop the music. Even as the ref explained to her that Kristy had tapped out... hoping her surrender would save the little bit of pride she had left... Miriam seemed uninterested.

"So the match is over, eh?" Miriam asked, cooing like a kitten. She felt the thrashing of Kristy beneath her...

"Now the real fun begins."

WINNER: Miriam Gaiman