Bismarck isn't exactly on the must-see list for concerts and shows, so when the cavalcade that is FAWN comes calling, the residents are more than ready to show their appreciation. Bethany Christian isn't going to roll out the big guns here in the desolate Northern plains, but she is shrewd enough to understand that an untapped market like the Dakotas, though small, would be hers for good with a top-notch exhibition.

It is also a perfect place for two FAWN rookies to hit the canvas and impress both her and the local yokels. They'd be sure to sell out for a win in their debut, the crowd would be appropriately overwhelmed by their gifts, and she'd be the ultimate winner. Perfect. The boss flashes the 'Go' sign to her producer and off we go.

The fans erupt with enthusiasm for "The Cheerleader" Stacy Moore, and she returns their adulation with an entrance worthy of fanfare. To the strains of Kim Wylde's "The Kids In America", the perky brunette cheergirl struts her flawless body with a sassy step and a few cartwheels.

Decked out in a cheer uniform specially cut and designed for wrestling, Stacy sports a dark blue pleated cheer skirt with orange and white trim around the bottom. She wears a matching "baby cut" top, dark blue with "CHEERLEADER" stitched across the front in orange letters. She completes her competition attire with some white sneakers and white "tennis socks."

Stacy slaps hands with the nearby fans and stops to give some cheer back to the fans, especially the younger ones. Walking behind her, considerably less peppy, is Agnes "Texas Aggie" Montross. The former world champion looks like she could still take to the ring, despite her face beginning to show signs of her 50 plus years. Her body is still a twisting mass of sinew and muscle in a nearly 6-foot frame. She keeps a watchful eye on the arena, displaying the focus her protege seems to eschew during her entrance.

Dressed for a rodeo, in old blue jeans and a plaid shirt, Texas Aggie sports some old boots and a roughed up Stetson on her head. She chews on some Skoal as she follows behind Stacy, sizing up the entire situation. Her eyes betray the spirit on an old warrior still savvy to the ways of battle.

Stacy hits the ring with a cool flip over the top rope. She twirls cutely, flips up the backside of her skirt and reveals her dark blue cheer briefs baring the word "Stacy" across the bum in orange letters. She excites the fans with a few high kicks and poses before leading them in a cheer.

"Ready? Ok! My moves are fast, my style's great! All the rest are out of date! Now there's no more time to wait! This is the match you anticipate!"

The crowd pops as she hits a few final cheer poses. Finally she goes to her corner and gets a last minute pep talk (like she needs it) from Agnes before regaining her focus and waiting on the arrival of her opponent.

Pink Floyd's "Young Lust" begins to play, the crowd reacting with a certain amount of uncertainty before the arrival of FAWN's latest foreign signing. At that point, Angelica Kaiser strides into view... all 5'10" and 158lbs of her scantily clad, leggy frame. Her attire includes a flame-red string bikini top, matching shorts with frills around the waist and legs. Matching boots. Black knee and elbow pads. Her wrists taped in red and fishnets.

With a bewitching smile, the Austrian beauty makes her way down the aisle, slapping a hand here, kissing a cheek there, and otherwise ensuring that those who paid to sit up close to the action did not regret the investment.

Climbing onto the apron, Angelica slips one long leg through the ropes, and then, bending at the waist, slides the rest of her body through them, ever so slowly, a sultry smirk given back at the crowd over her shoulder. She turns to her opponent, the same smirk turning dismissive as she scans up and down the cheerleader.

"Du bist das kleine," Angelica says.

Stacy shrugs as she hops in place, boundless energy uncontainable, far moreso when the bell rings to start the match.

The brunette cutie races to Angelica and launches into a nice dropkick to the chest of the tall blonde. Kaiser falters but a step or two. She looks down at the scrambling Stacy with bemusement.

"Little girl," Angelica prods, "Maybe now you realize where you are, eh?"

Popping to her feet with a look of determination, Stacy flies at her foe once more. She hits another dropkick that draws a similar result.
"I guess you don't," Kaiser says.

Angelica leaps into a dropkick of her own, getting enough air to connect with Stacy's chin, this blow with plenty of power to send the cheerleader sprawling to the canvas, Moore massaging her jaw as she rises and stumbles back to a corner.

Angelica bows to Texas Aggie with a grin, then does so to the crowd, who reward her with applause.

Undeterred, Stacy again takes to the offensive, rushing toward the tall blonde Austrian. This time, she takes the low road rather than the high, sliding through the blonde's grasp and between the legs of the poised Angelica. Hopping to her feet when through the wickets, Stacy catches a turning Angelica flush with a right cross to the cheek, then another, and another, the big girl staggering from the shots. But one heavy-handed return shot to Stacy's chops halts the momentum, Moore spinning away 180 degrees, her brunette locks exploding in the air on impact as she's rocked.

Angelica, however, doesn't respond with another cocked fist. Instead, she grabs Stacy from behind, pulls her close, and launches her overhead with a belly-to-back suplex. The thump on the mat brings a contented air to Angelica's flawless face. She nods knowingly. But, in fact, she was far from in the know, for the slap of the mat is Stacy landing, not on her back, but on her feet. The brunette jumps on Angelica's back, the cheergirl's hands cupping Kaiser's chin and pulling back, both knees lodging into Angelica's back, just below her shoulderblades. Stacy pulls both women back to the mat, Angelica body jerked violently by the impact of the Lung Blower, her back skewered by Stacy's knees, her neck whiplashed forcefully back then forward.

As Angelica flops to her side, stunned by the maneuver, her dark eyes blinking wide, Stacy jumps to her feet and pumps her fist to the crowd, the Dakotans responding with abandon, seemingly having chosen their favorite between the FAWN rookies. Moore does a one-armed cartwheel in celebration that draws some more happy hoots from the crowd then returns to a slowly rising Angelica. Before the doubled blonde can expand to her full height, Stacy races in front of her, collects either side of Angelica's neck, and twists her to the mat with a fierce spinning neckbreaker. Moving in a blur, Stacy's up again and hits a frontflip kneedrop that finds the blonde beauty's left temple, Angelica's full 70 inches spasming off the canvas then falling flat.

Stacy skips around the mat, her arms raised, legs widening into 45-degree angles when she leaps skyward.

"Who's got spirit out there?" she squeals giddily, thrusting her right arm like a piston, her perfect pearlies gleaming.

The crowd roars in return. Apparently, THEY do. The lovefest is brought to a halt, however, by a shouting Texas Aggie who implores her charge to get back to work IMMEDIATELY, if not sooner. Stacy complies, pulling an ailing Angelica off one knee and trapping her in a side headlock. The cheerleader wrenches away on the stooped and struggling Austrian, the big girl grunting as Stacy pours on the pressure, Aggie-style.

But suddenly, Stacy's shaking her head 'no', brown eyes wide with shock, Kaiser has scooped her off the canvas, this time Stacy airborne of another's accord. Still, she thinks on her feet, or more accurately off them. Throwing her weight forward, the cheerleader tosses Angelica to the mat with a snapmare, the tall blonde ending her tumble seated and shaking cobwebs. The perky brunette follows with a dropkick to Kaiser's back that sandwiches Angelica's upper body onto her long tawny legs. Chirping pitifully, Angelica's body unfolds and she's flat on her back, clearly wondering what SHE'S gotten herself into.

Racing to the nearest corner, Stacy scales the buckles, easily hopping to the top. She plays to the fans, the throng lavishing the sweet ingénue with a rousing ovation. They begin a chant of "STAY-SEE" "STAY-SEE" and the cheerleader pistons her right arm in unison. She turns back to Angelica, who's just made her way to unsteady feet. Drunkenly, the blonde searches the squared circle, finally turning to the corner Stacy occupies, a perfect target. The high-flying cutie launches from her perch in a crossbody, coming down across the chest of the blonde Amazon. But the impact, though harsh, is not enough to send Angelica tumbling to the mat. Instead, she remains upright, curling her arms under Stacy's body, Moore a frantically wriggling fly to Angelica's black widow. Gathering her feet beneath her, the Austrian tosses Stacy to the mat harshly with a fallaway slam that takes some of the starch out of the cheery Moore.

A shaken Stacy pushes her way to one knee, but Angelica only takes advantage of the positioning. Stepping off her foe's raised knee, she lands a Shining Wizard to the back of Stacy's head, the jumping strike providing a concussive blow as shin meets skull.

Stacy flops to the mat face-first, her skirt riding far enough up to reveal her name in all its gluteal glory. The big blonde rolls a dazed Moore to her back with a shove of red shoe leather and she slides through the nearby ropes. Grabbing the top cable, she leans back then flies forward, using the strand to slingshot her in a somersault over the top, her long, luscious right gam landing squarely across Stacy's throat, Moore instantly flopping and gagging, grasping at her gullet. Angelica grabs a handful of Stacy's chocolate mane and brings Moore's eyes to hers.

"Ich bin ein Ringkaempfer. Du bist ein dummes Maedchen."

Stacy's blank expression convinces Angelica that English might be more useful.

"I am a wrestler. You are a silly girl. All zis jumping and bouncing. Ee-de-aught."

Tossing Stacy's head away, she drops next to Moore's abbreviated, but muscular right leg and grapevines her own legs around it, then, with the right ankle firmly in her control, she twists the joint viciously, the Ankle Lock eliciting a piercing scream from the leather-lunged cheerleader.

"PLEEEASE LET GO," Stacy wails, her arms reaching back for a handhold on Angelica, but finding none. The digits then move to her own mane, reflexively pulling on them to spread the pain.

"I zink you should go back to cheering za boys," Angelica hisses through gritted teeth, apparently trying to unscrew Stacy's foot from her leg.

"NOOAHHHH. STAHHHP," Stacy cries.

Through the blinding pain, Moore realizes the ropes are not far, but each inch garnered is bought at the price of a shooting, radiating anguish. Still, with Agnes cheering her on, she battles her way to the cables and clamps both sets of fingers around them.

"OFF REF. GET HER OFFFF."

The referee starts his count and gets to four before Angelica releases, the tall tawny blonde rising to her feet and offering the crowd a mock cheer that most, though not all, don't appreciate. As Kaiser takes a victory lap, Stacy pulls her way to her knees with the help of the ropes. She drapes her arms over the middle strand and takes a moment to catch her breath. Aggie was right, the big leagues are a whole different game.

And as if to prove the point, a 5'10", 180-pound Amazon races toward the ropes from the opposite side of the ring. Angelica jumps through the second and top rope while holding on to them. She uses her momentum to swing around back into the ring and connects with a shattering 619 to the cheerleader's adorable mug. Stacy flops to her back, spreadeagled, the crowd silent in its disbelief over what they'd seen Kaiser do. But the results were unmistakable and Angelica, clearly supremely pleased with herself, slides in for the cover, the referee a tick behind.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT

Angelica slaps the mat.

"Fluch."

She stares daggers at the official, but realizes the girl at her knees had saved herself... somehow. Rising to her feet, Angelica takes Stacy with her via a handful of hair.

"OK," Angelica whispers in Stacy's ear. "The lesson vill have to continue and believe me, I don't mind."

She whips the brunette, half-sprinting, half-stumbling to the far corner, the FAWN rookie flying into the lightly-padded steel back-first, her body whiplashing on impact then melting into the corner, her spirit and strength depleted from the battering by the big blonde.

Angelica races across the mat at breakneck speed, closing quickly on her limp and vulnerable foe. A few feet out, she launches into an avalanche splash that finds nothing but turn buckles, Stacy sliding out of harm's way at the last possible moment. Kaiser's chest crunches against the top buckle, her head snapping as it is forced to a stop a moment after the rest of her body. The tawny blonde tower recoils out of the corner, stumbling and bumbling, shellshocked. She turns back to the middle and directly into a perfect dropkick to the cleft of her red-clad bosom, Stacy firing away once more and again failing to take Angelica off her feet, though the Austrian, this time, had held on by the barest of margins.

As Angelica weaves back out of the corner once more, Stacy races past, ducking a sloppy clothesline. She climbs the buckles and, this time, without a show for the fans, lifts off, taking Angelica to the mat in style with a flying clothesline that nearly decapitates the towering beauty. Stacy hooks a long leg and goes for the win.

ONE

POWER OUT.

Scrambling to her feet, Stacy takes a crow's hop and races to the ropes. She jumps into the middle cable and flips back in a graceful and perfectly positioned moonsault, tight and tawny midriffs slamming against each other, Angelica much the worse for wear. A gust of air escapes her lips as she jackknifes around Stacy's impact with a guttural 'guhh'. Aggie screams for a pinfall attempt and this time Stacy is immediately on the same page.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

The big blonde again finds the wherewithal to push Stacy off and keep herself alive. As Kaiser rolls to her side, wrapping her right arm around her aching tummy, Stacy bounds to her feet and raises the roof with the increasingly adoring Dakota crowd. The cheerleader does a sexy little strut, circling around the slowly rising Austrian, the blonde's long lean limbs unfolding, as she pushes her way up.

Face to face, Stacy drives a kick into the tender belly of the towering beauty, closes the gap between them, and tries to lift the bigger woman up. The first attempt is blocked by Angelica, but a couple of peppering uppercuts to the midriff loosen her. Stacy tries again, but can only get Angelica halfway to what looks like a would-be Northern Lights suplex. Back to the earth Angelica comes, this time raking the eyes of the California cutie before she can get another opportunity.

Crying in pain, Stacy stumbles in a blind, wobbling gait, first moving away from the blonde, but then circling back toward her and into A MANDIBLE CLAW, Angelica inserting two digits deep into Stacy's maw and clamping on tight. The crowd can't help but sense a huge turnaround as Stacy's body goes into histrionic thrashing. Already in a weakened state from the rigors of the match, Moore instinctively knows she's on the clock and every effort must be made to escape as soon as possible. One problem... the powerful blonde is deep down her throat and attached like a bear trap. Stacy chokes and gurgles as her vision starts to become spotty, her slaps becoming weak and ineffectual, her legs rubbery. Angelica smiles, knowing she's close, but the horde won't let their girl go without a fight. The masses begin to clap in a rhythmic pattern, encouraging Stacy to continue her efforts, but when her arms flop to her sides, it all seems for naught.

Still, they continue, adding a chant for "STAY-SEE". Like a shot, the cheerleader's arms rise, then come down, but this time hard and fast and against either trapezius of the golden-skinned blonde, 'Fire' getting a cold, dousing bucket of H2O. Angelica grimaces but keeps her claw in place, sure she's gotten Stacy within inches of her end. But another double chop comes, loosening her grip and bringing a pained grimace from the Austrian. A third set forces Angelica out and Stacy is free.

Immediately, a right cross from Moore continues to turn the tide, Angelica spinning in place from the force of the balled fist against her cheek. With Kaiser's back to her, Stacy takes advantage, collecting the unsteady tower around her midriff. Showing Angelica some startling strength, much as the blonde had shown her astonishing athleticism, the cheerleader heaves Angelica off the mat in what turns from German suplex to reverse German, the long lean legs of the Austrian bicycling as she heads backwards then tensing as Stacy changes directions and sends her splatting to the mat face and chest-first with a mat thumping conclusion, Angelica moaning as she weakly stirs at the knees of her fellow FAWN rookie.

A resolute Moore snatches a wrist of 'Fire' and pulls her to wavering feet. She braces to send Angelica to the far ropes with a whip, but Kaiser somehow reverses the situation and sends Stacy rocketing away at a full sprint, her skirt oscillating up and down as she races into the ropes then back toward the blonde. Taking away a still-wobbly Angelica's initiative, Stacy flies into the tawny tower with a shoulderblock that noticeably staggers Kaiser, but still can't remove her boots from the canvas.

A tottering Angelica throws a wild haymaker of a right that misses the mark, Stacy easily ducking the blow and sliding behind her foe. From a back-to-back position, Stacy reaches up and back and pulls Angelica's head over her shoulder. She then drops to a sitting position, causing the back of her victim's neck to snap violently against her shoulder. The perfectly-applied Hangman's neckbreaker sends an extra buzz through the stands, as Stacy releases her grip and allows Angelica to wilt to the canvas. The cheerleader stares down at the semiconscious bronzed beauty and heads for the friendly skies.

Climbing to the top buckles, Stacy feels confident enough to raise her right arm then uses her left arm to stretch her left leg to a nearly 12 o'clock position next to her torso.

"Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready to cheer up?" she shouts perkily, somehow remaining balanced on one white tennie.

Receiving a resounding 'yes', the brunette cutie leaps from the top turnbuckle, flipping forward 270°, and lands on a demolished, unmoving Angelica back-first in the standard senton position, but oh so sensationally applied. Angelica's body spasms, her endless legs jerking then falling still, until collected in a cradle by Stacy, her other arm draping across the blonde's cleavage, making sure Angelica's shoulders would remain tacked to the mat. The ref slides into position as the crowd roars to its feet.

ONE

TWO

THREE

An overjoyed Stacy pops to her feet and hops around the ring in ecstasy, pumping her fist and enjoying the response of the crowd. Her mentor is quick to slide into the ring and join her pupil. She raises the youngster's left hand as the referee does the same with her right, the PA booming in from behind.

"YOUR WINNER... THE CHEEEER-LEEEEEDER... STAAYYYYY-SEEEE MOOOORE."

As Angelica hugs her golden midriff with one arm, with the other she pulls herself up, with the help of the ropes. Stacy offers her polite applause, but it is lost on the wide-eyed blonde, Angelica stumbling through the ropes in both pain and disbelief.

The squared circle now left to her and her manager, Stacy climbs the buckles and raises her hands in celebration, sharing her appreciation of the crowd as they share theirs with her. The beaming smile and blossoming goosebumps belie a picture-perfect ending to a dazzling debut. Stacy backflips to the mat, drawing another round of applause. If ever there was a perfect way to begin her FAWN career, this was it. Still, she had to make sure tonight was only the start, and, if she didn't, the tough Texan behind her sure would.

WINNER: Stacy Moore