TAMMY DEVILLE: "Welcome back, FAWN fans! Once again, I'm Tammy DeVille... "

BUCK ANSOME: "And I'm Buck Ansome!"

TAMMY: "... and our next match features a newcomer who has piqued more than a few interests lately, facing a more established opponent whom quite a few people are interested in as well: Stacy Moore and Megan Lilly."

BUCK: "I'll tell ya, Tams... these two can pique anything of mine they want to. In fact, I think I feel a piquing coming on now."

TAMMY: "Fans, forgive me if I begin to gag, as I may be forced to choke back my bile at some point soon."

BUCK: "This is a rare singles match for Megan these days, as she spends most of her time successfully defending the tag team belts with Chrissy Daniel. But I guess maybe Meg figures that if the Imp can challenge for the World belt at the pay-per-view, she can do some solo work, too."

TAMMY: "Lilly never fails to impress in the ring, but I'm more curious to see how her opponent fares tonight. Stacy Moore surprised many two short weeks ago by defeating fellow newcomer Angelica Kaiser. The question tonight is, can she continue her winning ways against a more experienced adversary?"

Kim Wylde's "Kids in America" blasts through the arena's PA speakers, and Stacy Moore, garbed in cheerleader garb of white tank top, red pleated mini-skirt, and white athletic shoes and matching socks, bounds down the aisle, a broad smile on her face as she slaps at the outstretched hands of the spectators. Climbing up the ring apron, she scales the nearest ringpost and stands perched atop the turnbuckles. Then, she flips backwards through the air, landing dead center in the middle of the ring, gracefully sliding into a leg splits.

Suddenly, the PA comes to life as "Rebel Girl" by Bikini Kill blares. From behind the curtain steps Megan Lilly... dressed as a cheerleader! But whereas Stacy's attire appears wholesome in a Girl Next Door way, the redhead's togs are a bit more... salacious: The blue pleated mini-skirt and shoes were standard issue, but the barely breast covering cropped tank top, with a varsity style '69' emblazoned across it, would not pass the dress code at most educational institutions.

Stepping into the ring, Lilly is met by an incredulous Moore. With hands on her hips and an eyebrow arched, the rookie makes it plain with body language that she does not appreciate being mocked.

Yet, instead of taunting her adversary, Megan surprises one and all by raising a microphone to her lips and saying, "Stacy, I hope you don't mind, but I really wanted to do this tonight. You see... I've always wanted to be a cheerleader but, well, I wasn't what you'd call a dedicated student. I know this sounds girly, but... before we start the match, could you teach me a couple of quick routines?"

The television producer in the control room has the foresight to instruct his ringside soundman to raise a boom mike over the ring, so as to pick up both wrestlers. So, both the fans in the arena as well as the viewers hear Stacy happily agree. One can only imagine that she's thinking that perhaps she misjudged her opponent tonight... that maybe Megan Lilly is a really nice person. Maybe even a potential friend.

Every other person watching events unfold could tell her not to believe it; the Prodigy is as dangerous a viper as they come.

"Why don't you show me what you can do first?" Stacy asks.

As if on cue, marching band music is piped in through the PA, and Megan goes into her routine. But her leisurely gyrations suggest anything but a cheerleader. Indeed, it appears for all the world that what she needs at this moment is a pole. Interrupting the performance, a somewhat embarrassed Moore says, "Um, Megan... I think your work needs to be a little less... exotic. Here, watch this."

The music picks up again, and Stacy does a routine that would be the envy of pep clubs anywhere, culminating in another leg split down to the mat.

Next, Megan gives a fairly decent rendition of Moore's routine, but halts as she attempts the splits, as if unsure what to do. "How's this work?" she asks the brunette.

"It's easy," Stacy says as she stands side by side with the redhead. "Just do this." Slowly, Moore's legs spread, and she gradually starts to sink to the canvas. When she's about halfway down, a look of epiphany brightens Megan's face, and she says, "Oh, I think I've got it!"

And with that, Lilly launches a kick at her adversary, the toe of her sneaker rocketing into Stacy's groin. The ref calls for the bell, and the match officially begins.

Moore shrieks in pain from the blow, then collapses to the mat, hands clutching her womanhood as she rolls back and forth. Megan gleefully surveys her handiwork for a moment, then hauls her foe by the hair back to her feet... only to send her slamming back down to the canvas with a Suplex.

Again pulling Stacy up, the redhead whips her over the ropes, and Moore crashes in a heap to the hard arena floor. Rolling out of the ring, Lilly delivers a few stomps to the back of the brunette's head, then saunters over to the announcers' table.

MEGAN: "Evenin', Buck. You've got something big and strapping below the waist that I just HAVE to have right now!"

Struck dumb, the color commentator can only sit wide eyed and slackjawed as the redhead gently reaches down, undoing his belt... then whips it out of his pants loops.

Turning her attention back to Moore, who is crawling on her hands and knees to the guardrail, hoping to pull herself upright, Megan uses the leather belt like a whip snapping it across Stacy's back. The cotton T-shirt provides scant protection as the improvised bullwhip cracks across her, causing the brunette to scream in pain. Likewise, her white cotton panties are of no help as Megan lays the leather strap across Stacy's rear end.

Wrapping the belt around her adversary's throat, the redhead finally decides to heed the referee's demands to return to the ring, and she drags Moore back under the ropes. Lilly continues to use the belt to choke her hapless opponent, until the official is finally able to pull her off and remove the foreign object from around Stacy's purpling throat.

A Swinging Neckbreaker leaves Stacy splayed spread eagle on the mat, seemingly ripe for the plucking. Tauntingly, Megan stands over her and goes into a cheerleader routine. "Gimme an S! Gimme a T! Gimme an A! Gimme a C! Gimme a Y! What's that spell? MY BITCH!"

Perhaps inspired by her opponent's acrobatic prowess, Megan decides to finish the brunette off with a high flying maneuver... not exactly the redhead's forte, but still something she's more than capable of carrying out. Climbing the turnbuckles until she stands atop the upper ropes, Megan... who is facing the crowd... raises her arms and demands a cheer of victory from the throng... which they gladly provide.

But those few moments allow Stacy to miraculously call upon her last vestiges of power. Getting to her hands and knees, she crawls painfully to the corner. Then, before Megan even knows what is happening, Moore lunges at the top ropes, shaking them enough for the redhead to lose her balance and fall.

Unfortunately for Lilly she falls in such a way that she crotches herself HARD on one of the top ropes. Paralyzed with agony, her eyes rolling up in her head as her mouth twists into a pained 'O', Megan clutches the rope to prevent herself from falling to the arena floor. But Stacy Moore isn't finished, and she grabs the cable and violently yanks it up and down, subjecting her opponent to an unusual bucking bronco ride, and causing Lilly to feel an agony between her legs like never before!

Badly dazed, Megan falls to the side, but is halted in her decent to the ringside floor by virtue of the fact that her legs become entwined in the ropes. The end result... in every sense of the phrase... is that her thong-clad derriere is left fully exposed... and Stacy has retrieved the leather belt.

Ten lashes later, the redhead's behind is fairly glowing red! The referee finally succeeds in getting Stacy to move to the opposite corner, then he works at extraditing Megan from the ropes. Finally free, she grabs the top rope with one hand to steady herself while using the other to massage her aching backside.

Like a bolt of lightning, Stacy rushes out of the corner toward her opponent... but instead of colliding with the redhead, she leaps feet-first just past her through the ropes. At the last possible instant, the brunette grabs the cables and, using her momentum, swings her body around 180 degrees, her feet slamming into Lilly and sending her sprawling to the center of the ring!

Flush with impending victory, the rookie climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes her "Cheer Up" Senton Bomb, slamming into Megan and leaving her helpless to resist the rollup and resulting 1-2-3!

TAMMY: "Wow! What an impressive victory for the newcomer! Stacy not only withstood a brutal beating from Megan, but was able to capitalize on the redhead's cockiness and mistakes to seize the win!"

BUCK: "I've gotta give little Miss Rah Rah credit... she pulled off a huge win tonight. But this leads to a very serious problem."

TAMMY: "And what's that?"

BUCK: "Well, without my belt, what's going to keep my pants from falling down on national television?"

TAMMY: "OK, I seriously taste bile now. Let's wrap this up and go to some interviews before our next match."

WINNER: Stacy Moore