It was an undercard match. But it was an undercard match at a Pay-per-View. The small percentage bonus that undercarders earned was offset by the huge dollar figures at play.

For Angelica Kaiser and Kristy Sanders, however, the money wasn't the issue. They still shared the grandest stage in their sport, even if they were hovering just on the periphery. And a win on this stage would mark their breakthrough in FAWN, for the two beauties were a combined oh for three.

Kristy Sanders was a commodity familiar to FAWNiacs. Sugar and spice from Big Ten country, with her cousin and still FAWN favorite Kylie Sanders in her corner, Kristy was an instant hit.

Angelica Kaiser was a towering, statuesque blode specimen from Austria. She had all the physical tools, and, despite a sputtering start against Stacy Moore, was bound to be a huge factor in the upper echelons of the FAWN pecking order.

Reclaiming her introduction from Bethany Christian, Kristy Sanders pushes through the curtains to the 'girl anthem' 'Walk Away' by Kelly Clarkson and is immediately showered in what she had longed for from the start, a resounding ovation from the crowd. With Kylie now clearly in her court and, in fact, standing behind her in white wifebeater and denim, trying her best to stay out of Kristy's twirling white and pink spotlights, the multitudes have taken to the 'Minnesota Nice' Prom Queen turned battling superstar. Dressed in a diminutive, cutoff, 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 in her pink tennis before hopping excitedly, unable to contain herself. Kristy pumps her fist at the crowd and slaps hands on one side of the aisle before treating the opposite side. Kylie hangs well back, nodding and smiling at the fans, her hands outreached, palms up, as if she is presenting her cousin as the next champion.

Kristy turns to Ky, now backing toward the ring, and acknowledges Kylie, eliciting a roar. Kylie sheepishly points back at Kristy, raising her opposite index finger, indicating her fellow blonde battler as being Number 1.

Where she had few takers before, now nearly all are captivated by Kristy's perky demeanor, cute face, and smokin' bod.

Many supportive placards pop up in the audience, several in Kristy's adopted colors of pink and black, one stating 'Kristy will plant the Sanders' flag atop Kaiser's Austrian Alps.' Kristy offers the man a wide pearly grin and a high-five in response. She's less enthusiastic for a punk in the first row who welcomes her to the ring area with a huge '1+1 STILL = 2. And Kristy+Kylie STILL =Losers squared.'

Ignoring the few who still hold a grudge and the few more who feel she and Kylie are a sickeningly syrupy duo who deserve to have their asses kicked, Kristy slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. She stretches and shadowboxes, traveling the ring with a wave and a smile. Kylie silently, unobtrusively mans her position in Kristy's corner, keeping an eye peeled for any untoward goings-on.

Bouncing in her corner, Kristy contemplates that losing to two of FAWN's elite might not have hurt her career as much as her pride, but a loss to Angelica would put her on the fast track to, Kristy was embarrassed for thinking it, but the fast track to the door Kylie had been shown. Against Miriam, she'd collapsed under the pressure and ceded any ground she made in her initial outing versus Shannen. Tonight was a huge opportunity to move away from those matches and create a new start.

Kristy glances at Kylie who gives her a wink and a fist pump.

"Go get it done, Kristy," she says. "Don't think about me. This is all about you. Now, go get her."

Kristy turns back to the ring, her body tensing, ready to do just that.

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. Angelica's attire includes a flame-red PVC halter and shorts, both laced closed (the top not quite laced tightly enough to eliminate a view of the cleavage beneath), and matching boots. Gloves that are little more than a spiderweb of black lace run from her hands up to just above her elbows, and her flawless legs are encased in 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.

The bell rang, and the two combatants met in the center of the ring. The Austrian beauty towered over Kristy Sanders, and her strength advantage was immediatley evident as she powered the Minnesotan back into the corner. Angelica rocked Kristy with a stiff right that crashed into her jaw with blinding speed and astonishing power. Angelica then doubled Kristy over with a shot to her tummy and hip tossed her out of the corner. No sooner did Kristy's well-toned ass hit the canvas was her sudden misery made worse by a flying elbow smash to her solar plexus.

"GUH!" cried Kristy. "Uhhhhhhh..."

She lay flat on her back, wheezing from the perfectly placed elbow, trying to catch her breath.

Angelica scoffed.

"You're ridiculous," chided Angelica, grabbing two fistfuls of hair and dragging Kristy up.

"Being matched aginst you is an insult."

She flung Kristy into the nearest corner, the blonde hitting with force, slumping a bit.

Stalking her prey, Angelica drove a boot into Kristy's tummy and immediately whipped Kristy into the opposite corner. She followed the suddenly overmatched blonde into the corner.

Enough is enough Kristy thought, and jumped into the corner. She immediately somersaulted off the ropes, taking down a surprised Angelica with a flying cross body block.

The bigger blonde squawked with surprise as the suddenly animated smaller blonde crashed into her and drove her to the canvas. Kristy, still wheezing, sprang to her feet and dropped a knee across Angelica's gorgeous Nordic visage.

"Yeah, Kristy!!" screamed Kylie from the outside.

Kristy hefted the larger blonde up to her feet and Angelica immediately capitalized with a head butt and a leg sweep, silencing Kristy's guns once again. Angelica dropped to the canvas, grabbed Kristy's arm, and affixed a painful headscissors armbar that earned a cry of anguish from the beautiful Minnesotan.

"I'll make this quick," Angelica sniffed. "I have a social engagement later this evening and I choose not to tax myself."

She worked the armbar painfully as Kristy arched her back, stretching out her taut, toned tummy. Tiring of the hold, Angelica released Kristy and stood. She motioned to the crowd.

"This is an insult to you, too!" she advised imperiously. "You should demand better, if you have any taste!"

The crowd began booing, but exploded in cheer when Kristy sent the trash talking stunner to the canvas with a drop kick.

"Sorry, blondie," huffed Kristy, a sheen of sweat coating her thoighs, brow, and shoulders.

"But if you plan on winning this match, you're going to need some freshening up before your big date."

Kristy stomped Angelica's chest, driving the towering blonde back to the canvas each time she tried to rise. This cycle repeate ditself six times before Kristy withdrew and scaled the corner, waiting for Angelica to get to her feet. When the powerful valkrie did finally climb to her feet, the pride of Eden Prarie rocked her word with a missile dropkick.

Kristy's tight, sweat-slicked body impacted Angelica's own version of physical perfection with devastating effect.

Kristy scrambled to her feet, impressed and chagrined by Angelica's conditioning. The woozy blonde was struggling to her feet. Kristy threw herself into the ropes and bounced back with a flying hip check...and somewhere, Herb Brooks was smiling. The big European was thrown through the ropes. She crashed awkwardly onto the unyielding cement, yet she struggled to her feet again, this time greeted by a well-aimed baseball slide from Kristy.

Angelica's abused chops absorbed the full force of the blow and she crumpled to the floor.

Rolling onto her back, the alabaster beauty breathed heavily, chest heaving, skimpy red ring togs now drenched with sweat.

Kristy bit her lip. The last time she tried to wrestle Angelica to her feet, she was easily overpowered. But the ref was counting. And they were both outside the ring and she was loathe to let the Austrian juggernaut catch her breath.

"Hit her again, Kris!" cried Kylie. "Get on her and stay on her!"

Kristy hefted Angelica up and took a few steps back. She executed a flying neckbreaker that sent Angelica into la-la land. Then, and only then, did she dare to roll the powerful blonde back into the ring. She rolled in after Angelica and climbed the ropes, missing with a senton bomb when Angelica rolled out of the way.

Angelica crawled slowly over to Kristy, who'd taken the brunt of the impact from her missed senton and covered her. The prom queen's mouth was open as she gasped for breath, her full breasts rising tantalizingly up and down.

ONE

TWO

Kick out by Kristy. Just enough to dislodge Kaiser.

"We'll do it the hard way, if you're so stupid," grunted Angelica, hooking Kristy's flawlessly toned leg.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up.

Angelica was losing patience. She grabbed Kristy's wrist in one hand and ankle in the other and fell back into a bow and arrow hold, earning a pained cry from Kristy.

Kristy Sanders was nearing her end. The pace of the match was break-neck, and, while she'd had her moments, standing in there against a woman who possessed far more power and athletic ability than her, each blow from Angelica took far more out of her than hers took out of Angelica. She cried out again, gamely trying to hold on, her brain awash in agony as her body was stretched.

"Kris!" Kylie shrieked. "The rope!"

The message reached both Kristy and Angelica at the same time. But Angelica could only snarl in exasperation as Kristy was roused from her stupor and spied the rope. Weakly, her arm feeling as if it weighed a ton, Kristy reached out and grabbed the strand, saving herself, if only for a little while longer.

Angelica released the hold, giving Kristy's cute, round ass a painful boot as she stood.

The blonde American was about finished, she reckoned, possessing only the capability to drag this match out and annoy her. She rolled Kristy's limp body onto its back and leaned over, tearing off the small pink top, exposing the breasts that hundreds of high school boys in Minnesota could only dream about. Angelica planted her boot, with her full 158 pound behind it, onto Kristy's chest.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Kristy.

Angelica cursed in German and yanked Kristy violently to her feet. She slapped her across the face viciously, then whipped her into the corner, where the topless blonde sagged pathetically, eyes lidded, weakly shaking her head in a vain attempt to clear the cobwebs from her pain-addled brain.

"Look at this!" Angelica screamed, the veins in her elegant, swanlike neck popping out. "She's finished! This is my day! And this little worm is nothing but a tool!"

The tool in question crashed without warning into Angelica from the back, knocking her head first into the turn buckle. With a strangled sob, the bare-breasted hottie pulled Angelica over and rolled her up. Kristy put all of her 125 pounds onto Angelica's hamstrings as the Austrian began furiously pumping her powerful legs.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Kristy was thrown off her enemy as the bell sounded, heralding her first-ever FAWN victory. Angelica slammed the canvas her frustration reached its boiling point. Kristy was fighting bravely to her feet, now, boosted by the rush of victory.

For Angelica, there was only mute rage. She crashed into Kristy from behind, just as the referee raised the smaller warrior's hand in victory. The vengeful Kaiser rained a series of blows down onto Kristy's unprotected face, then stopped, not out of mercy, but to ratchet up the punishment. She grabbed Kristy's skirt and pulled, stripping the defeated victor naked. Flipping her limp body over, she looped the skirt around Kristy's neck and began to choke her out.

Kylie barreled into the blonde, sparing her cousin from additional humiliation. Kristy's nude body collapsed to the canvas face down and spread-eagled, her delectable ass on display.

Kristy took more out of Angelica than the statuesque blonde wanted to admit. She was no match for an enraged Kylie who began pummeling the red-clad beauty into oblivion.

Of course, there was one more factor to consider. The crowd began howling in fear and anger, but Kylie failed to register their warning. Her first inkling that she was in danger came when Janneke savagely pulled her from Angelic and hauled her effortlessly up and powerbombed her to the canvas, stilling the Iowan in one swift stroke. A spasm rocked Kylie as Janneke stared down impassively at her handiwork.

The impossibly powerful blonde helped her dazed sister to her feet.

Still speechless with rage, but now pounded nearly into submission by the devastated Kylie, Angelica prepared to inflict her last act of rage for the evening. She pulled Kylie's wife beater off, exposing the breasts that FAWNiacs pined to see for months. Kylie's jeans followed, and soon, both Sanders cousins were nude in the ring. Janneke betrayed no emotion, save possibly boredom while her little sister dragged Kylie over to Kristy. She kicked Kristy onto her back and exhaled, leaving both Sanders cousins nude and KO'ed in the middle of the ring.

WINNER: Kristy Sanders