Sometimes, bad blood requires extreme measures to settle affairs. Such was the case between two of FAWN's premiere tag team families, the sisters Mitchell and Kane. They had met twice before, with each side taking a fall apiece. But those convential matches had left nothing resolved.

Tonight's match would be rather less than conventional. For starters, it would be inside a cage--a realm Riuil Kanes claimed to be their kingdom. But in addition, the match would continue until only one of the four was standing. Once one woman was beaten, she would be cuffed to a neutral corner, left to watch as her sister was left in a handicap match. Should that sister be able to even the odds, the next victim would find herself cuffed to the remaining neutral corner. Maeve and Moira boasted of pioneering this format in Europe. And they were looking forward to giving Sophie and Cynthia a taste of this particular one of their specialties.

The music had faded, the screams of the mob had died to a dull roar and all four participants were inside the cage. There were only two things that needed to happen now and as luck would have it, they were going to happen almost simultaneously. The first of these two events involved the ref on the outside of the cage slamming the door shut with a hollow 'CLANG' before wrapping a short length of chain through the door frame and securing it in place with a heavy padlock. Watching from his vantage point inside the ring, the ref with the less enviable task for the evening motioned to the timekeeper to begin the match. A moment later, the bell sounded over the raucous crowd and was quickly lost in the ever-present roar of the ocean.

With all the prefight formalities now accounted for, the zebra glanced back and forth between the dueling sets of siblings. Needing no more invitation than that, the Kane's stopped their quiet strategizing and regarded one another carefully. Smiling knowingly, Moira slipped through the middle rope and leaned back against the cage. Flipping some hair from her face, she said, "Save Cynthia for me."

Smiling back, Maeve answered, "That's up to them sister." Leaving words behind for the moment, the smaller but older half of the Riuil Kane's turned away from her sister and padded slowly towards the middle of the ring, waiting to see which one of the Mitchell's she would be testing her mettle against.

On the other side of the ring, Cynthia and Sophie watched Maeve approach with a shared expression of anger and contempt. Knowing that her younger sister was almost trembling at the opportunity to lock up with the Irish Sirens again, Sophie held Cynthia back and said, "Easy Cyn. It's Moira you want. Let me deal with Maeve."

The redhead's gaze never left the pair of opposing blonde's as she replied, "Do what you want to short-stuff, but Moira is mine. I owe that bitch a beat-down." Sophie only nodded and turned quickly toward her silently waiting opponent.

Approaching Maeve at a slow stalk, Sophie looked the smaller blonde up and down and said quietly, "Didn't anyone tell you it's a bit of a faux pas to wear the same thing as your opponent?"

Smirking back at Mitchell, Maeve dropped into a slight crouch and replied, "I can see how it could be awkward; don't worry though Sophie, I'll make sure we're easily distinguishable at the end of this match. I'll still be wearing green, while you'll be in red. Or maybe nothing at all. Is that an acceptable solution?"

Sophie's pretty face got cold as she fired back, "Red suits you better Maeve. So does begging for mercy."

Maeve only snarled quietly and curled her fingers at Sophie, beckoning the other blonde to back up her boast. Tired of talking, the elder Kane and Mitchell lunged forward and locked up in a tight Collar and Elbow Tie-Up in the center of the ring. Planting her feet against the mat, Sophie leaned in hard against Maeve, working stoically to keep the smaller blonde from muscling her towards the Kane's corner. Keeping her wits about her, Sophie dropped to one knee and then shoved forward as hard as she could, pushing Maeve off balance even as Sophie was getting her feet under her. With momentum suddenly on her side, Mitchell had no problem bulling her foe towards one of the neutral corners and shoving her forcibly against the barely padded steel.

Not giving the stunned Irish lass a second to recover, Sophie released the tie up only to lean down and grab the middle rope on either side of Maeve. In the same instant she reared back and shot forward, driving the point of her shoulder deep into the older Kane's stomach. Gritting her teeth in satisfaction as she both felt and heard the air leave Maeve's lungs, Sophie ground forward for another second before pulling back and repeating the maneuver another half dozen times, each jarring impact driving another shuddering exhalation from her rival's lips. Sensing the official creeping up to initiate the break, Mitchell preempted him and pulled back, letting Maeve take a few steps out of the corner. Before Kane could regain her senses, Sophie buried a knee in the slender blonde's gut, doubling her over.

Trapping Maeve in a skull-grinding Front Face-Lock, Sophie used her free hand to grab a large handful of Maeve's emerald tights and yanked them up. Bending her knees slightly, Mitchell popped her hips and hoisted Maeve up over her head, holding her in the stall position for a Vertical Suplex. Slowly counting to 'FIVE' in her head, Sophie reached the end of her count unmolested and simply fell backwards, dropping the full length of her rival's spine into the unyielding canvas. The Irish beauty grimaced in pain, rolling quickly onto her side in an attempt to alleviate the flash of pain running up her back. But if Maeve expected anything resembling lenience from her opponent she was destined for disappointment because she had spent less than ten seconds prostrate on the mat when Sophie buried both hands in her hair and yanked her to her feet.

Capturing Maeve in a second Front Face Lock, the blonde half of the Mitchell Sisters prepared for a second Vertical Suplex, helping herself to another rather greedy handful of Kane's green togs and grinning at the lecherous hoot that rose from the audience as they got a glimpse at Maeve's butt. Jiggling the tights in her grip, she cooed, "It's about time that lily-white ass of yours got some exposure to natural light. Seriously, your butt is so white, it's almost bluish." Not getting any response from her captive, Sophie set her feet and hauled Maeve into the air over her head. This time though, when Sophie started her 'FIVE' count, she barely got passed 'TWO' before the smaller blonde wriggled out of her grip and landed lightly behind her. Cursing under her breath, Sophie was in the process of turning around when Maeve grabbed her by the hair and slammed the ridge of her forearm into the base of her neck. Mitchell's strong legs almost came unhinged, but she managed to keep her feet, at least until Maeve drove another three stiff shots into the back of her head. Sneering vindictively as Sophie dropped to one knee, Maeve buried both hands in the taller blonde's hair and jerked her to her feet.

Shaking Sophie back and forth by the roots of her golden locks, Maeve spat, "You want to show me off to the crowd Sophie? I'll make sure all of them get a great view of you puckering up to plant a loving kiss my 'lily-white arse." Receiving nothing more than an aggravated groan from the other blonde, Maeve wrapped one slender forearm across Sophie's throat while she palmed her free hand against the crown of Sophie's skull. Bearing down hard on the Sleeper, Maeve twisted her torso violently back and forth, almost immediately cutting off the flow of oxygen to Sophie's brain. Licking her lips in anticipation of choking her rival into unconsciousness, Maeve leaned hard to the right, forcing Sophie to bend along with her or become completely unbalanced. Cranking down on the hold, Maeve ground rudely against Sophie's quivering backside and taunted, "Go to sleep Sophie. When you wake up, Moira and I will have stripped you and your no talent sister of a lot more than just your pride."

Gurgling and gasping as Maeve worked to choke her out, Sophie flailed her arms wildly in a vain attempt to lurch her way to the ropes. Locking eyes with ha concerned looking Cynthia, Sophie shook her head 'no' when her sister made a motion to climb through the ropes. Fighting off the black dots swirling across her vision, Sophie struggled valiantly towards the ropes that were still a few feet out of reach. She had drawn to within a few inches of freedom when Maeve wrenched back on the Sleeper and sent them both backpedaling toward the middle of the ring. Holding her grip steady, the smaller Kane bent her knees and sneered, "Don't want to get snuffed yet huh? Ok, I'll break you down before I put you out." With the words still hanging in the air, Maeve leapt up in a brisk hop, shooting her legs and torso out almost straight behind her. In the next instant gravity took hold of her again and she dropped hard to the mat, driving the back of Sophie's skull into the mat with an ingenious Sleeper Slam.

Getting to her feet, Maeve Kane casually adjusted her rumpled bottoms and then booted Sophie onto her belly. Stalking around so that both Cynthia and Moira would have an unobstructed view of the action, Maeve rested a boot arrogantly against Sophie's temple and muttered, "You shouldn't have accepted this match Sophie. You and your sister have no chance of beating us in here. The cage is our second home." Snarling just a bit as Sophie got her hands on the mat and tried to rise, Maeve lifted up on her toes and dropped to one knee, driving the point of the other knee right into the downed blonde's back. Not bothering with any more threats, Kane rose up and dropped down again, working with pinpoint like accuracy as she used the most basic of tactics to demolish Sophie's back.

After about the sixth Knee Drop, Maeve left her bent knee planted right above the scooped line of Sophie's green one-piece, keeping the other girl pinned in place, at least for the moment. Running both hands through her sweat-dampened hair Maeve said plainly, "Contrary to what you may think of me, I hold no particular ill will towards either you or your sister. But Moira and Cynthia seem to have developed a rather intense hatred for one another and I stand by my sister no matter what."

Breathless and irritated at being talked to like this, Sophie let out a pained grunt and shot back, "One leprechaun for each end of the rainbow, that what you're saying Maeve?"

She was about to fire off another barb when Maeve grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back at a painful angle. Placing her lips right next to Mitchell's ear, Maeve's voice was like ice. "Flippancy will get you nowhere with me, Sophie Mitchell. Listen carefully because I'm going to offer you a very special opportunity. When I've finished speaking, I'm going to put you in the Ankle Lock. If you tap out immediately, you have my word that Moira and I will do only what is necessary to eliminate your younger sister from this match. But should you defy me, I can promise that neither you nor Cynthia will leave this festering neon paradise on anything better than a stretcher. Do you understand me?"

"Perfectly." Sophie growled right before bucking upward, throwing Maeve off of her.

Quickly recovering, Kane's face was pure malice as she whispered, "Then live with your choice." Bouncing on the recovering blonde, Maeve snatched Sophie's flailing right ankle in both hands and began to twist it violently back and forth. Mitchell howled in agony and clawed desperately at the mat, trying to will herself forward as the older Kane sister did everything in her power to tear her foot off her leg.

But as calculating and methodical as Maeve was, she couldn't help the fact that Sophie was taller than her by a good five inches and that height advantage allowed Sophie to scramble her way across the canvas and grab hold of the bottom rope. Rolling her eyes in disgust as the official began his count. Maeve timed each of her last twists to coincide with the zebra's chant only dropping Sophie's foot a split second before he reached 'FIVE.' Not willing to let the elder Mitchell regain her footing, Maeve pulled her foot back and brought it pistoning forward, connecting her heel to Sophie's calf and knee with a dull 'THWAP' Watching carefully as her opponent tried to use both the cage and the ropes to move closer to her anxiously awaiting sister, Maeve continued to stomp away at Sophie's leg until only a few arm lengths separated her from Cynthia's straining fingertips and the relief they promised. Glaring heartlessly into the furious eyes of Sophie's sister, Kane grabbed the bigger blonde by the ankle again and pulled her nearly three quarters of the way across the ring and deep into Riuil Kane's territory. Still holding Sophie prone, Maeve turned toward her younger sister and said, "Care to make a go of it?"

Grinning evilly, Moira cast a glance at Cynthia and answered, "Take your time. It's the other one I want."

Nodding briefly, Maeve dropped Sophie's injured leg and circled around to her head and pulling her up with a double handful of hair. Staring deep into Sophie's green eyes, Maeve asked, "You don't think we can really hurt you do you Sophie? It's going to be supremely satisfying to prove you wrong." Doubling Sophie over with a knee to the gut, Maeve snared the pale blonde in a Front Face Lock with one hand while her free hand reached down and hooked Mitchell's leg at the knee. Taking a moment to set her feet, Maeve hoisted Sophie up off the mat and held her, one leg hooked up tight, directly over the Irish girl's head. In no mood to delay the inevitable, Kane sat out fast, driving the top of Sophie's head and shoulders into the mat with the Fisherman's Brainbuster. Hoping to turn this tag match into a handicap affair with very little preamble, Maeve covered Sophie fast and hooked the near leg. Holding her prey tightly, Maeve was confident of victory but the dazed blonde underneath her proved tenacious as she kicked out with some authority just after the 'TWO' had been counted. Muttering to herself in quiet frustration, Maeve grabbed Sophie by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

Backing the taller girl into the ropes on the Kane's side of the ring, Maeve grabbed Sophie's left wrist in both hands and whipped her hard towards the ropes. But just before she could release her grip on Mitchell's wrist, Sophie planted her feet and yanked forward, pulling Kane off balance and into a drunken stumble. Acting with the quickness and clarity honed in a thousand such battles, Sophie roared forward and brought her knee flying up, impaling Maeve's belly on the simply padded joint. Watching vindictively as the pale blonde got several shades paler, Sophie applied a Face Lock of her own and spat, "Don't worry Maeve, I know you and Moira are more than capable of hurting us. But you're going to find out that me and Cynthia can hurt you a whole lot worse." Getting her shot in, Sophie hurled herself backwards and dropped to the mat, spiking the top of Maeve's head into the canvas with a brutal DDT. Pleased at the sadistic way the counter stood Maeve on her head for almost a second, Sophie grabbed the mewling beauty and pulled her up via a double handful of emerald shoulder straps.

Releasing her grip, Sophie let Maeve slump forward only to easily wrap both arms around her waist and yank her off her feet in a Bear Hug. Grinding the smaller blonde against her, Mitchell worked the Hug hard, allowing herself a pleased smile as Maeve panted and grunted against her cheek. After an especially mean spirited constriction of the hold, Sophie decided it was time to reestablish a dialogue with her rival so she joked, "Looks like I finally caught me a leprechaun. Tell me, when do I get my gold?"

Loathing the smug confidence she heard in Sophie's voice, Maeve strained against the hold and gasped, "Right after I'm done KICKING YOUR ASS!" She punctuated this statement by trying to wrench free of the hold but Sophie squeezed even tighter, bending the smaller Kane backwards in a nasty C shape.

Not willing to let the war of words die just yet, Sophie continued, "I've always heard you happy little people keep your gold in pots, but I'm willing to bet a greedy bitch like you keeps hers in a dirty, rotten BOX!" Completing her rather vulgar pun, Sophie hoisted Maeve up even higher for a moment and then dropped to one knee, depositing Maeve groin first onto the posted joint. Sneering into Maeve's pain soaked face, Sophie whispered, "I think my little sis would like to have a talk with you shorty. Let's go see her." Grabbing Maeve by the hair Sophie turned towards their corner and called to Cynthia, "Get ready Cyn, you're up next!"

Not waiting to hear back from her sister, Sophie took off at a dead run towards the corner, dragging Maeve along for the ride. Approaching the boundary of the cage at an alarming speed, Sophie suddenly put on the brakes and hurled Maeve forward, sending her forehead first into the side of the cage. Watching only long enough to confirm that the Irish blonde careened back into the middle of the ring, Sophie turned back to the corner and slapped Cynthia on the shoulder. Switching places with her sister, Sophie said, "Now Cynthia, I know you had your heart set on a Moira, but all the store had was a Maeve. Maybe if you treat her bad enough you'll get a Moira next year."

Rolling her eyes, the younger Mitchell made her first appearance in the match and stalked over to Maeve's midsection. Replicating the Irish babe's earlier taunt, Cynthia placed a boot against Maeve's cheek and glared daggers at Moira. Pointing right at the fuming Moira, Cynthia taunted, "She just gets a taste. But you get to choke on it Moira." Springing into action, Cynthia whirled on her heel and bounced off the ropes. Sprinting back towards her downed foe, Cynthia dropped down, went into a tight roll and popped back to her feet before leaping straight up only to come crashing down chest first on Maeve's belly with a perfect application of the Rolling Thunder Splash. The impact of the Splash jackknifed Maeve's body violently for a moment and then she lay still, pinned and moaning under her much fresher opponent.

Staying sprawled over the battered blonde's midsection for a moment, Cynthia thought about going for the pin and decided against. She knew Maeve looked to be down and out but she was willing to bet that she was far from done. And even if by some miracle she was that far-gone there was no way Moira was simply going to sit in her corner and watch her bib sis get pinned. With that thought in mind, the slender redhead peeled off of her opponent and got to her feet a second before helping Maeve to hers with an uncharitable yank on her hair. Pulling the shorter beauty in close, Cynthia wrapped one across Kane's chest while the other secured a grip around her foe's knees. With no discernable effort, she hoisted Maeve off her feet and held her across her chest with the Irish girl's back pointing directly at the canvas.

Holding her wriggling captive prone, Cynthia muttered, "I'll let Sophie finish you off munchkin. And this should let the curve break you so much easier." Threat made, she rose up on her toes and then dropped to one knee slamming the small of Maeve's back directly against her thigh. Maeve groaned and then shuddered violently but this inspired no pity in Cynthia as she rudely shoved the elder Kane off her knee and let her roll slowly towards one of the neutral corners. Getting her feet under her again, Mitchell stalked over to the diminutive vixen and yanked her to her feet with a condescending yank on her tights. Quickly transitioning to a grip on her prey's wrist, Cynthia pointed Maeve towards the nearest unoccupied corner and whipped her hard towards the buckles. Waiting just long enough to confirm that Maeve had in deed slammed into the thinly padded steel, Cynthia took two steps back and then sprinted forward, eating up the distance between her and Maeve at an alarming rate.

When she was more than halfway to her destination, Cynthia went low and went effortlessly into a handspring, followed by another and another after that. She had just come up from the third and was preparing to drive the point of her elbow into Maeve's sternum when the Irish lass exploded out of the corner and drove the point of her shoulder directly into the surprised redhead's back. Cynthia only had time to let out a pained 'UNGH' before the force of Maeve's Spear drove her face and chest first into the mat where she lay twitching spasmodically from the effects of the devastating counter.

Resting on her knees, Maeve took a deep breath and taunted, "Broken backs aren't so funny now are they Cynthia?" She was about to continue her diatribe when she realized she was on the brink of exhaustion. Deciding discretion was indeed the better part of valor; Maeve got to her feet and yanked Cynthia up by hers. Locking her eyes with Moira, she trudged over to her corner and tagged in her eagerly awaiting sister. Slipping through the ropes, Moira said, "Care to show this mouthy piece of garbage just why we own Cage Matches?"

Still weary, the prospect of double-teaming Cynthia rejuvenated Maeve for a moment and she answered, "Love to." Ignoring the indignant squawk of the zebra, the Sisters Kane stood before their foe and bent her double with a rough tug of the hair. Getting Cynthia in position, they each wrapped an arm around her head to secure the Front Face Lock while their free hands grabbed hold of Mitchell's purple tights Taking the time to vindictively yank Cynthia's tights up in a two person wedgie, the Kane's hoisted their opponent up over their heads in a double Vertical Suplex. But their placement in the ring guaranteed that this was to be no ordinary double team. See the Kane's were standing right near the edge of the ring, so when Cynthia floated over them, she went a few extra inches and then was slammed rudely against the confines of the steel cage. When Moira and Maeve heard Cynthia grunt in pain, they simultaneously pulled forward and dropped to their knees, bring the trapped Mitchell sister back to earth; driving her face and chest first into the mat with a modified Double Gourdbuster.

Knowing she could no longer ignore the official, Maeve got to her feet and exited the cage, leaving Moira to torment her newest rival. And apparently this was a task that Moira was more than up to as she immediately pulled Cynthia to her feet and slipped around behind her. Keeping her body pressed tightly against Cynthia's back, Moira reached around the redhead's body with her left leg so it looped around Cynthia's side and between her legs, hooking Cynthia's left leg with the entangling limb. Then, using both hands, she pushed down on Cynthia's head and neck, stretching her foe's torso painfully across Moira's knee. The Abdominal Stretch was locked in perfectly and the younger Kane knew it, mostly because of the pained grunts and groans coming from Cynthia. Bouncing the hold wickedly, Moira sneered, "You thought the last time I beat you was bad? Let me in on a little secret Cynthia; this time when I slap the Emerald Ire on you, I'm not letting go till I hear your hamstrings snap."

Face twisted in pain and anger, Cynthia's response was immediate, "You're not gonna get the chance bitch." Not listening to Moira's muttered comeback, Mitchell closed her eyes against the pain and focused on escape. Waiting silently for a moment, she began to catch the rhythms of Moira's movement and the tormented redhead began to rock in sync to the motions of her tormentor. A few seconds later when she believed the time was right, Cynthia pushed up with all her strength and tossed forward. Moira was caught flat-footed by her prey's escape plan and thusly she was tossed over Cynthia's hip, landing on the canvas in a painful sprawl.

Grimacing at the pain of the double-teaming and the stint in the Abdominal Stretch, Cynthia knew she needed a break but hated to do so. Taking her eyes off the splayed form of Moira, she turned towards her sister's corner and limped in that direction. She was about to say something reassuring to Sophie when big sis' eyes went wide and she shouted, "Look out Cyn!"

The redhead whirled around in a defensive crouch but it was too little to late. Moira's boot caught her directly across the navel and she doubled over fast gasping for breath. Before she knew what was going on, Cynthia was jerked upright and pulled in against Moira's belly. Grinning smugly into Cynthia's pain twisted face, Moira purred, "Where you going Cynthia? I thought you wanted a piece of me? Well you'll get more than a piece babe. You'll get all you could ever want." Clasping her hands tight against the small of Mitchell's back, the younger Kane bent her knees slightly and then popped her hips violently, sending Cynthia soaring up and over her head with a diabolical Release Belly to Belly Suplex. The power behind the Kane sister's throw sent Cynthia nearly three quarters of the way across the ring before landing hard on her back, almost directly at Maeve's feet.

Smiling coldly as she glared down at Cynthia, Maeve whispered, "No help here little sister. You're on the wrong side of the world."

Cynthia didn't bother with a response, which was a good thing because it probably wouldn't have gotten out as Moira stalked over to her and peeled her off the mat with a heartless tug on her red locks. Getting around behind her prey, Moira slapped on a tight Waist Lock and squeezed Cynthia's abs hard. Resting her head against Cynthia's shoulders, Moira looked over at her sister and smiled. "Check this out Maeve, I've been wanting to show you this for a while now." Not waiting for a response, Moira returned her attention to Cynthia and bent her knees again, a little deeper this time. In the next breath she lifted up and backwards, hauling Cynthia off her feet only to send the back of her head and shoulders directly into the side of the cage with a sadistically positioned German Suplex. The audience let out a sympathetic groan as Cynthia's impact shook the whole side of the cage and then the ring as she was released from Moira's clutches only to be dumped unceremoniously on the canvas.

Momentarily forgetting her promise to cripple Cynthia with her finisher, Moira dropped to her knees and went for the cover, tightly hooking both legs as she bore down on the groaning redhead. The ref was actually in pretty decent position and started making the count quickly, but it still wasn't enough to keep Cynthia down as she shot a shoulder off the mat right after the 'TWO' had been administered. Scowling at Mitchell's tenacity, Moira got to her feet and primly adjusted the rumpled edges of her black one-piece before pressing her attack. Ending her reprieve, she brought Cynthia to her feet and hoisted her across her shoulders in a basic Fireman's Carry. Strutting out to the center of the ring, Moira turned in a slow circle, letting the crowd (and Sophie, let's not forget her) see just how she was dominating her nemesis. Smiling widely for the cameras that were going off all over, Moira addressed her hapless opponent, "I know this move is old school and not very effective, but Dammit, nothing quite says I OWN YOUR SORRY ARSE like an Airplane Spin."

Opinion stated, Moira began to increase the speed of her rotations, picking up more and more momentum with each completed circuit. After a short while they were nothing but a blur and several members of the audience had to look away to quell the slightly whoopsy feeling in their stomachs. Back in the ring, Moira was beginning to feel the effects of the move as well and she was just about to stop and dump Cynthia off her shoulders when disaster struck. For you see, while the Airplane Spin is indeed a domineering move, it's centered mostly principally on the concepts of velocity and momentum, two things that are very dangerous in the hands of a woman as technically sound as Cynthia Mitchell. For right as the younger Kane was lifting her up to dump her to the canvas, Cynthia wrapped an arm around her nemesis' neck and pulled her into a makeshift Front Face Lock. Before Moira knew what had happened, Cynthia swung off her shoulders and dropped hard to the mat, slamming the Irish girl face fist into the canvas with a Wrap Around DDT that came out of nowhere. The impact of the skull-rattling counter left both ladies flat on their backs in the middle of the ring while the mob and their sisters implored each of them to get to their feet and make the tag. After a good two thirds of the refs ten count had been passed, Cynthia and Moira began to stir and they both rolled slowly to their bellies before getting their hands and knees under them.

Thinking about nothing but the sanctuary of her corner for the moment, Moira cleared the cobwebs from her head and started to lurch toward Maeve and her outstretched hand. She was still several feet away from her sibling when Maeve's face twisted in surprise and she commanded, "DUCK MOIRA!" If the lithe blonde had been in full control of her faculties she might have been able to obey this order in time, but she was still pretty hazy from the DDT and her condition was not helped when Cynthia's heel smashed into the back of her skull, the redhead's quick delivery of the Super-kick nearly decapitating Moira from behind. Maeve growled in frustration as her sister collapsed inches out of her grasp, lying face first on the canvas and cradling the back of her head. Glaring daggers at the elder Kane, Cynthia spat, "Don't worry Maeve. Your turn's coming. Just let us finish with this bitch first."

"You'll regret ever having the spine to mock me Cynthia Mitchell." Maeve hissed as the redhead grabbed her hapless sister by the ankle and pulled her back towards the unfriendly side of the ring. Back in Mitchell territory, Sophie was almost trembling with longing to get back into the ring again. As luck would have it, that longing was satisfied in very short order as Cynthia reached the corner and tagged her in with the hand that wasn't dragging Moira.

Slipping through the ropes, Sophie said, "Had me worried for a few minutes there."

"Just making things interesting." Cynthia replied. "You want to show Lucky here that she and short stuff aren't the only one who know how to double team?"

"Of course." Sophie answered. "And I know just the move. Follow my lead sis." Slipping into the comfortable silence that long time partners share, Sophie and Cynthia hauled Moira to her feet. Letting Sophie take the lead, Cynthia tossed the woozy blonde to her sister and watched carefully as the elder Mitchell lifted Moira up in a Fireman's Carry of her own. Glancing at her sister for a second, Cynthia knew what Sophie had planned and positioned herself appropriately, standing facing her sibling, but to the side, so that she was closer to Moira's head. In the next instant, Sophie bent her knees and then shoved Moira up and over, dumping the helpless Kane sister off her shoulders in something akin to a loosely delivered Death Valley Driver. As Moira started her descent to the mat, Cynthia easily dropped to one knee and waited the split second before Moira came crashing down back first across the posted joint. The Irish lass screamed piercingly at the effectiveness of the Mitchell's brutal double team, but her cries were quickly silenced as Sophie stomped on her stomach.

Making sure Cynthia made it back to their corner safely, Sophie then returned her focus to Moira and pulled the other blonde to her knees. Trapping the penitent Kane sibling in a Standing Headscissors, Sophie wrapped her arms around her foe's waist and locked her hands. Taking a deep breath she muttered, "You wanna slam my sister into the cage? Let's see how you like it Moira." Speaking no more, she quickly lifted Kane up and held her in the stall position for a typical Powerbomb. With Moira little better than helpless, Sophie took several loping steps forward and slammed the back of the other blonde's head and spine directly into the mesh of the cage. Listening to the audience groan in shared discomfort, Sophie kept her hands locked and took a step back before pivoting around 180 degrees and slamming Moira into the mat full force to finally complete the Powerbomb.

Assessing where she and her opponent were in the ring, Sophie decided it was time to make Moira little more than a spectator in this match, so she shoved the semi-coherent girl onto her stomach and stood across her back, one leg planted on either side of Moira's waist. Facing towards Moira's head, Sophie slowly brought her hands up and clasped them over her head. The crowd exploded at the call sign for the Valediction and the older Mitchell did not make them wait long. With a vindictive gleam in her eye, the blonde pulled Moira to her hands and knees, before sitting on her back and lacing her fingers under the Irish lass' chin. Sophie leaned forward for just a moment before pulling back viciously, locking in the Valediction, her own version of the classic Camel Clutch. Remembering the horrible helplessness of having to watch this bitch torture Cynthia, Sophie showed no mercy with her finisher, wrenching and twisting at Moira's neck with everything she had. If that wasn't enough she also added the occasional bounce of her butt against Kane's lower back, bending her even more awkwardly while putting her impressive cleavage on display for the redlining locals. Moira suffered in this inescapable nightmare for the better part of a minute before Sophie asked "Ready to submit Moira?" She leaned back even further, making her captive's response that much more difficult and thusly all the more humiliating.

Her pretty face twisted into a grimace of agony thanks to the Valediction, Moira gurgled something from the back of her throat that couldn't really be understood and since she wasn't physically tapping, the referee concluding it was something more along the lines of 'FUCK YOU SOPHIE' so the younger Kane continued to suffer in the grip of her opponent.

However, it turns out she didn't have to suffer much longer because in the next few seconds, Maeve finally had her fill of watching her sister being bent in two so she slipped through the ropes and sprinted towards Sophie. Smiling savagely as she sprang her trap, Maeve brought her foot up and lashed out fast, cracking Mitchell in the temple with a brisk little 'THUNK' Sophie let out a low groan and immediately released the hold, slumping forward and to her left as she lay beside the suddenly relieved but no less pained Moira. Ignoring the ref entirely as he tried to get her back in her corner, Maeve implored her sister, "GET UP MOIRA! GET UP AND LET ME FINISH HER OFF!" Through the haze of pain in her skull, Moira heard Maeve's voice but couldn't react to it as quickly as she would have liked. The prolonged stint in the Valediction had really torn her up. It took several more seconds of cajoling from the familiar voice to finally get her up and moving and when she did, it was with the jerky, erratic motion of a wind-up toy on the verge of its last hurrah. Amazingly though, Moira made it to her corner with no problems and as she tagged her sister's hands, a loud cheer went up from the crowd. In her stupor, Moira thought they were cheering her, but then Maeve snarled 'Shit." and the younger Kane realized that Sophie had been able to make a tag of her own.

Maeve slipped past her sister without a word and sped towards a reinvigorated Cynthia who was just spoiling for a fight after Maeve's cheap shot on Sophie. Stalking towards the incoming blonde with claws bared, Cynthia hissed, "Time to teach you a lesson about fair play you cheating tramp."

Matching the redhead's anger with some venom of her own, Maeve licked her lips and spat, "Come and try you stupid slag." Not bothering with anything like subtlety, Cynthia simply lunged forward and stuck an arm out, meaning to take Maeve's head off with a Clothesline. But her anger had not dulled Maeve's instincts in the slightest and she reacted to the move accordingly, reaching out both hands and grabbing Cynthia by the wrist and shoulder. Faster than most people could blink, the older Kane sister whirled her opponent around in a circle and brought her down to the mat. Acting fast, she lay down perpendicular to Cynthia's head and grabbed the girl's right arm. Stretching the limb to its full length, Maeve scissored the arm between her thighs and completed her hold by lacing her hands across Cynthia's face and pulling back as hard as she could.

The crowd screamed its approval as Maeve cinched on the Crossface, while Cynthia just screamed. The sudden explosion of pain in her shoulder and neck brought the stunned redhead around to a crystal clear reality of anguish and she knew she had to escape the hold in very short order or Maeve would make her submit. Refusing to acknowledge Maeve's demands of surrender, Cynthia got her free hand palm down on the mat while also managing to get one leg folded up beneath her. Not waiting a second longer than necessary, Cynthia shoved up and to the side as hard as she could.

The desperation counter rolled her up and over Maeve even as the surprised Kane sister maintained the hold. When Cynthia came to rest on mat, she was still in Maeve's clutches but she had drawn within range of the bottom rope and she grabbed it frantically, demanding in a garbled voice that her foe break the hold. Disgusted at the apparent ease at which Cynthia had escaped the Crossface, Maeve reared back on the hold and then released it, letting Cynthia's head drop gracelessly to the mat. Still in control of the situation, Maeve got to her feet and drove a few well thought out stomps to the small of Cynthia's back and base of her neck before she bent down and hauled the mewling redhead to her feet. Slipping behind her opponent, Maeve slapped on a blisteringly stiff Full Nelson and twisted her prey from side to side, forcing Cynthia's feet to scrabble helplessly against the canvas. Forcing the point of Cynthia's chin into her own cleavage, Maeve pressed her lips to the redhead's ear and cooed, "I'm not going to cripple you Cynthia. I'm just going to make sure you won't be able to stop Moira when she cripples you."

Threat delivered, she hauled Cynthia off her feet and then slammed her down back first, fusing Mitchell's spine to the mat with the Full Nelson Slam. Cynthia flopped once when she hit the mat and then lay still, unable to do anything but groan and breathe heavily for the time being. Believing she had sufficiently softened up her sister's nemesis enough, Maeve grabbed Cynthia by the wrists and dragged her over towards the Kane's corner. Looking over her shoulder to Moira, Maeve dropped the redhead's wrists and asked, "You ready to finish her off?"

Feeling much better after her stay in Sophie's Valediction, Moira nodded and answered, "I'm gonna make sure Sophie has to look me in the eyes while I split this bitch in two."

Slapping hands with her sister, Maeve replied, "Get to it then. After she's chained to the cage, we can start to have real fun with Sophie."

Smiling knowingly at her older sister, Moira quickly shifted her attention back to Cynthia and hauled her to her feet. Going nose to nose with the spaghetti legged beauty, Moira used one hand to snag a handful of Cynthia's hair even as the other was administering light, taunting slaps to her rival's cheeks. Keeping up the demeaning behavior, Moira asked, "You ready to have your nose in my ass again Cynthia honey? Tell ya what; if you kiss my butt in front of all these people I might be convinced to not rip you in half. Whadda you say to that you outclassed bitch?"

Cynthia's glazed eyes suddenly cleared and she hissed, "I say FUCK YOU Moira. You're the one that's gonna get a face full of my ass. Pucker up you whore."

Furious at the redhead's gall, Moira responded, "Guess you won't be kissing my ass. As much as I'd like you to, your sudden lack of a tongue will probably prevent you from doing so." Before Cynthia could struggle free, Moira formed her ring and middle fingers into a loose claw and jammed them into Cynthia's mouth, locking in the paralyzing Mandible Claw just under Mitchell's tongue. The purple clad beauty began to flail and writhe violently but try as she might, she could not extricate herself from Moira's grip. Turning so she was facing the Mitchell's corner of the ring, Moira stared murder at Sophie as she was forced to watch her sister get decimated by the hold. Smirking triumphantly as Cynthia dropped to one knee, Moira ratcheted up the pressure on the hold even more, jiggling Cynthia's head like a Cupie Doll as her reserves were drained away.

Almost ready to put the finishing touches on the redhead, Moira suddenly put her free hand against Cynthia's shoulder and hoisted her to her feet. Quickly shifting her grip from shoulder to hip, Moira grabbed a handful of Cynthia's briefs and sneered to her fuming sister, "Enjoy the show Sophie." The words were still hanging in the air when she lifted Cynthia off her feet and held her aloft for a second or two before tossing her back down and hitting a ring shaking Choke Slam. With her fingers still rammed down Cynthia's gullet, Moira preened for the crowd as the ref swooped in to count Cynthia down. His hand was coming down for the third and final time when the decimated redhead was able to roll a shoulder off the mat.

Thoroughly irritated by this continued show of resistance, Moira pulled her talons from Cynthia's mouth but that didn't stop her from wiping the saliva-slicked fingers back and forth across her prey's cheeks. Grabbing a double handful of Cynthia's lank locks, Moira pulled her nemesis to her feet and pointed her towards a neutral corner. Whispering in Cynthia's face Moira taunted, "Just one more move baby. Then you get to feel the full brunt of my Emerald Ire." Receiving no comeback, Moira whipped Cynthia toward the buckles and followed the hapless girl in at a leisurely, arrogant stroll. Reaching her destination with no problems, Moira wrapped both arms around Cynthia's waist and hoisted her up into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Preparing to deliver the blow that would render Cynthia helpless for her finisher, Moira climbed to the top rope and muscled Cynthia into position for the Superplex. Applying the Face Lock, Moira Kane chided, "Now you and your dipshit sister are going to find out why Maeve and I are the queens of the cage. But right as she was reaching forward to hook Cynthia's tights, the supposedly dazed redhead fired a knee up, catching Moira square in the groin.

The Irish lass let out an ear splitting shriek and would have tumbled backwards if Cynthia hadn't caught her and pulled her close. Glaring into Moira's pain shocked face, Cynthia purred, "This is where the bottom drops out for you Moira." Moving quickly but carefully, Cynthia bent Moira double and applied a Standing Headscissors. Reaching down, Cynthia hooked both of Moira's arms up over her bent form, clasping her own hands together above the small of Kane's back. Almost done, Cynthia took a steadying breath and then leapt out into the void. The capacity crowd held it's collective breath for the few seconds that Moira and Cynthia defied gravity and then exploded into a deafening 'HOLY SHIT!' chant when they came down as Cynthia connected with The Drop Out from the top rope.

In their respective corners, Sophie and Maeve gasped as the ring shook from the impact of their sister's landing. Feeling Moira go limp in her hands, Cynthia looked over her shoulder at Sophie and beseeched, "KEEP MAEVE OFF OF ME!" Sophie only nodded and slipped through the ropes as Maeve was doing the same. Trusting her sister completely, Cynthia glared down at Moira and muscled her onto her back.

Savoring what she was about to do, Cynthia rubbed her butt slowly before pulling her trunks up high, baring a good three quarters of her flawless backside. Grinning happily, Cynthia scooted forward and sat down, resting the full force of her sweaty derriere on Moira's face. Her grin got wider as she felt Moira's features pressed wetly against her rear and the slender redhead ground her hips in slow tight circles, rubbing in her revenge over the woman who had humiliated her some moths before. Putting hands on her thighs, Cynthia kept up her grind and cooed, "Told ya you were gonna taste my ass tonight Moira."

As this was going on Sophie was sprinting towards and equally fast moving Maeve each sister intent on saving her sibling from the machinations of her foes. Unfortunately for Maeve, Sophie proved a bit quicker this time around and before the older Kane could get within six feet of Cynthia and Moira, Sophie lowered her shoulder and plowed through her, damn near turning the smaller blonde inside out with a Spear. But even on the losing end of things, Maeve managed to keep her wits about her, for in the split second she held aloft by the force of Sophie's tackle, she managed to wrap Mitchell's head in Front Face Lock and pull her in close, driving Sophie's forehead into the canvas with a jury rigged DDT even as she was splattered by the Spear. And in the midst of all this chaos, the ref kept his cool and did the job assigned him. Noting that Maeve and Sophie were non-factors at the moment, he dropped to one knee and counted off, "ONE... TWO... THREE!"

The mob cheered and the bell rang loudly signaling Moira's elimination from the match. Roaring in frustration as she heard the bell chime, Maeve stumbled to her feet and drove a cold hearted stomp into Sophie's groin, making sure the other blonde wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Stalking up behind Cynthia and the referee, Moira waited until Cynthia relinquished her perch on Moira's face to enact her plan. At the brief moment when the redhead was eyelevel with the zebra, Maeve shoved the ref as hard as she could, sending him staggering forward to butt heads with Cynthia. There was a dull sounding 'THUD' and then both ref and wrestler went down in a heap, one on either side of Moira.

Kneeling down beside her sister, Maeve slapped Moira across the cheeks and hissed, "Wake up Moira! We don't have much time! WAKE UP!"

Moira's eyes fluttered open and she sat up with a dull groan. Rubbing her forehead she asked, "What happened?"

Pulling her sister to her feet, Maeve answered, "Cynthia Mitchell put her arse in your face, that's what happened. If you want to have any chance of avenging that, you'll help me right fucking now!"

Moira nodded and turned towards Cynthia. Her voice a low growl she whispered, "You're dead... "

She was reaching down to grab the redhead when Maeve grabbed her shoulder and hissed, "Not right now! If we take Sophie out first, I can take my time with Cynthia. And you in turn will be able to take your revenge when the match is over."

Realizing her sister was right, Moira turned away from Cynthia and the ref. Acting almost as if they were of one mind, the Riuil Kane's stalked over to where Sophie was recovering and yanked her up by the hair. The tall blonde's green eyes widened as she gasped, "Cheating bitCHHUUNGGGHHH."

Maeve cut off her protests with another wicked Knee Lift to the groin. Holding Sophie slumped against her chest, Moira asked, "How do you want to do this Maeve?" Smiling savagely Maeve replied, "How about we introduce all these fine people to the Celtic Cross?"

Nodding her approval, Moira said, "Nothing like a vacation for busting out new material. Let's tie this bitch up." Moving as one unit, the Kane's marched Sophie to the middle of the ring and then bent her double, facing them. Without a word, Moira and Maeve bent down and wrapped both arms around Sophie's waist. In the same motion, they lifted her up and over their shoulders, resting their victim carefully between them. Looking at one another, the Kane's nodded and began to shift their grips accordingly; releasing their holds on Sophie's waist, they each got their far hand under the blonde's elbow and lifted her up even higher.

Holding the elder Mitchell prone in the vague approximation of a cross, Moira and Maeve brought their free hands up and clasped them under Sophie's chin. With Moira's hand resting snugly over hers, Maeve nodded to her sister and then counted to three in her head before taking two loping steps forward and sitting out violently. As Sophie fell with them, Moira and Maeve released Sophie's arms and yanked down hard on her chin, bringing the blonde down even faster than gravity would have dictated. The point of all this maneuvering was made clear when the back of Sophie's head and neck landed directly across Maeve and Moira's shoulders in what could best be described as a hideously augmented Reverse Neckbreaker.

Sophie flopped like a speared fish as 'The Celtic Cross' connected for the first time but even this sadistic maneuver wasn't enough to quench the Kane's bloodlust for long. Less than five seconds after the move landed, Moira pulled the semi-coherent blonde to her feet and asked Maeve, "What's next?"

Taking stock of the situation, the elder Kane flicked her gaze back and forth between Cynthia and the referee. The zebra still looked to be very much out of it, but Cynthia was beginning to show signs of life and that concerned Maeve very much. Looking back to her sister she answered, "Take her over to the corner and wait for me. I'll be a long in a second." Command issued, Maeve whirled on her heel and stalked over to where Cynthia was just now rising up on her hands and knees. As Maeve's shadow stretched across her, the redhead looked up and her green eyes had just a moment to go wide with horror before Maeve knocked her senseless with an especially stiff boot to the forehead. Nudging Cynthia's temple with her boot, Maeve got no response and that was enough to convince her that she and Moira had enough time to put the finishing touches on Sophie.

Focusing wholly on the task at hand, the smaller blonde strolled over to the corner where Moira was waiting and hopped lightly onto the top buckle to take a seat facing her younger sister. Her dark eyes flashing malevolently, Maeve said simply, "Lift her up for a Pile-Driver."

Grinning wickedly, Moira did as she was asked and replied, "With pleasure." While Moira was busy inverting the helpless Sophie, Maeve stood up straight, feet resting on the middle rope, both hands on her hips. When the elder Mitchell was in position, Maeve reached forward and grabbed the slender blonde around both ankles.

Making sure her grip was infallible; Maeve nodded to Moira and said one word, "Now." That was all the incentive her younger sister needed and executed a short hop before with Sophie still trapped in her clutches. When Moira was at the apex of her leap, Maeve hopped off the second rope and shoved down with all her momentum to Moira's. Thusly the Spike Pile-Driver more than lived up to its name as the top of Sophie's head was drilled straight into the canvas. Letting go of Sophie's limp ankles, Maeve chuckled quietly as Mitchell actually stayed aloft in a terrible headstand for almost two seconds before slumping to her right without ever uttering a sound. Still soaking in the triumph of bashing Sophie's brains all over the mat, Maeve almost didn't hear the stealthy rustle of movement behind her, but the Irish beauty had been playing these games for years and she could here a ref beginning to come to in almost any given situation. Startled out of her reverie, she looked over her shoulder and cursed when she saw the zebra slowly rise to his knees and cradle his injured head. Whirling back towards Moira she hissed, "Lay down! You're supposed to be out of it!" But her reminder turned out to be unnecessary, as Moira had also seen the ref starting to recover. Playing her part to the hilt, Moira scooted away from Sophie and then flopped over onto her stomach, laying in a choreographed sprawl that would have looked perfectly natural to any unassuming bystander. Maeve was just beginning to return her attention to Cynthia when she remembered the insurance policy she'd brought into the match. Scrambling over to Moira she knelt beside her sister and tugged one of the simple hairpins from her matted tangle of locks. Slipping the tiny bit of metal into Moira's palm she whispered fiercely, "Don't forget how to get yourself free, I may need you again before the match is over."

Moira looked up at her and replied, "Don't worry sister. I'll be there when you need me." Satisfied, Maeve got to her feet just as the ref was getting to his. Slipping nimbly behind the groggy zebra, Maeve hauled Cynthia to her feet and slung her over her shoulder like a redheaded sack of potatoes. Moving as quickly as she could, Kane marched over to the Mitchell's corner and tossed Cynthia down against the buckles. Believing she'd covered her tracks as best as she could, Maeve turned to survey the rest of the ring just in time to see the official hoist a 'semi-coherent' Moira to her feet and drag her to the side of the cage before producing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Ever the actress, Moira put on a show of protest but allowed one wrist to be secured to the cage without too much hassle.

Still rubbing his head, the ref finally stumbled away from the taller Kane and returned to the ladies still active in the match. To his slightly blurred eyes everything appeared copasetic though he could have sworn Cynthia had been the legal Mitchell right before his bell got wrung. Realizing it really didn't matter at this juncture, he cleared the last of the butterflies away just as Maeve Kane stalked over to an insensate Sophie Mitchell and pulled her up with a sadistic yank of the hair. Holding the taller girl on spaghetti legs, Maeve leaned into Sophie's face and whispered softly, "Moira and I are going to smear Cynthia all over this ring."

The dense fog of pain in Sophie's mind cleared for just a second and she was able to respond to Maeve in a surprisingly clear tone, "You... cheated... "

Smiling wider, Maeve nodded. "Yes we did. And no one does it better than us. I think you're beginning to see that now. Too bad it won't help your sister. Goodnight Sophie Mitchell." Ending her diatribe, Maeve fired a knee into Sophie's belly doubling her over. Stepping in close, she reached down and cupped her right hand under Sophie's chin while her left hand grabbed her foe's right arm by the elbow, the preparation for a basic Swinging Neckbreaker. Things were still looking pretty simple as Maeve quickly twisted her whole body to the right, beginning the half circle that would deposit Sophie's back and shoulders on the canvas; but just as the older Kane reached the point where she would turn back to back with Sophie, she came to a screeching halt and twisted back the other way, swinging to her left now. In the next instant shot her feet out behind her and dropped straight down, jerking Sophie off her feet and driving the taller girl face and chest first into the mat with an Inverted Swinging Neckbreaker she'd dubbed 'The Irish Car-Bomb'.

Ignoring the appreciative buzz of the crows, Maeve rudely shoved Sophie onto her back and draped herself across the battered girl's erratically rising chest. Hooking both legs, Maeve bore down on the cover and nodded her head along with the official as he counted off the "ONE... TWO... THREE!"

A rather infuriated murmur went up from the crowd as the hordes of Sophie and Cynthia's fans had hoped their favorites would be able to counter the Kane's craft double teaming, but alas the Irish Sirens had turned this tag match into a singles encounter. Rising gracefully off Sophie, Maeve raised both hands over her head and turned to glance at her sister. Moira was smiling contently at her; the Kane's knew they had this thing well in hand. Putting her hands on her hips, Maeve said smugly, "And then there was one. Fear not Moira, you'll have your revenge very soon now."

Moira tugged theatrically at the cuff around her right hand and answered, "I'm sure you won't let me down Maeve. I just wish that it could've been me who... MAEVE LOOK OUT!" The older Kane's eyes went wide with surprise and concern as she spun around on her heel just in time to have both of Cynthia Mitchell's boots driven into her sternum. The Missile Dropkick took the shorter girl off her feet and literally sent Maeve rolling head over heels to come to rest a foot or two away from her suddenly furious sister. Getting her feet under her, Cynthia made a beeline for the stunned girl and grabbed her by the ankles.

Yanking Maeve away from Moira, the redhead snarled, "I saw what you cheating cunts did to Sophie and don't think for a second I'm gonna let you get away with it. I'm gonna pound this unscrupulous whore's face into the canvas and when I'm tired of that, I'll sit on her face right in front of you Moira. What I do to her will make the little rump scrub I gave you look G Rated by comparison. Ignoring the steady stream of Gaelic curses that Moira started to hurl at her, Cynthia pulled Maeve to her feet at almost the exact same time the referee finished locking Sophie to the other side of the cage. Letting her anger and frustration pour out at Maeve Kane, Cynthia doubled the shorter girl over with a Knee Lift and then applied a tight Side Headlock. Grinding Maeve's ear against the point of her hip, Cynthia made sure she caught Sophie's attention as she said, "Consider this one from you sis." Smiling as Sophie nodded weakly at her, Cynthia exploded forward in a dead run towards the side of the cage. With only a few feet between her and the steel, the redhead left the canvas in a graceful leap that culminated with her planting both feet against the slightly bending links. Less than a second later, she pushed off and twisted around nearly 180 degrees before dropping to her butt and smashing Maeve's face into the mat.

Noting with no small amount of pleasure that the Springboard Bulldog knocked Maeve a few inches off the mat and over not her back, Cynthia popped to her feet and grabbed Kane by the ankles, pulling her into a position more fitting of her next attack. Fighting against the rising exhaustion coursing through her system, Cynthia dropped Maeve's ankles and trudged towards the nearest turnbuckle. Getting where she needed to go, Cynthia used the cage and the ropes to help her ascend to the top turnbuckle. Facing out toward the audience she asked, "What's Irish, blonde and easily spreadable over about twelve square feet of canvas? If you answered Maeve Kane, order yourself a Jell-O Shot." Smiling as nearly every hand in the crowd raised up some form of alcoholic beverage, Cynthia took a final moment to wink at her legions of fans before executing an absolutely perfect back flip off the top. The redhead sailed gracefully down at her prey and seconds later, Maeve was nearly folded in half as Cynthia's devastating Moonsault drove all the air from her lungs. Ignoring the pain that was burning in her ribs. Cynthia held her position on Maeve's chest and waited for the ref to make his count. He was well past 'TWO' and very close to being finished when Maeve rolled a shoulder off the mat, breaking the count.

Cursing vehemently under her breath, Cynthia rose up off of Maeve and pulled her to her knees. Trapping the crippled Irish lass in a Standing Headscissors, Cynthia hooked both of Maeve's arms over Maeve's back and clasped her hands tight. Grinding her thighs against Kane's head, Cynthia chided, "I guess it's only fair that I finish you the same way I put Moira down. After all, I wouldn't either of you to think I preferred kicking one of your asses over the other. In fact you might say I ERRGGHHH!"

Cynthia's statement was never completed as Maeve suddenly jerked her hands free of the redhead's grip and grasped her behind the knees. Before Cynthia could muster a counter, Maeve swept her legs out from under her, leaving her flat on her back and dazed at Maeve's feet. Still holding the taller girl's ankles, Maeve sneered, "You always did talk too much Cynthia. But after we're done with you you're not going to have much to say for a very long time." Looking to make good on her threat, Maeve fell backwards and catapulted Cynthia up and over her in a drunken face first toss. Now it had only been Maeve's intention to toss Cynthia into the side of the cage, but thanks to a dreadfully bad sense of timing, the poor ref was right behind her when she executed this toss and Cynthia and the zebra collided head first for a second time that evening.

Watching her sister and the official go down in a heap, Sophie tugged on the handcuff while she pleaded, "GET UP CYNTHIA! PLEASE CYN YOU'VE GOTTA GET UP RIGHT NOW!" She was still begging her sister to get up when she heard the crowd start to buzz angrily and she looked up fast, searching for the source of the commotion. Sophie's surprise quickly turned to fury and then fear for her sister as she saw Moira Kane pop the lock on her handcuffs and come sauntering forward to join Maeve over the wreckage of Cynthia. Truly afraid of what the Kane's could do to Cynthia in a situation like this, Sophie jerked frantically at the cuff and roared, "STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU FUCKING VULTURES! IF YOU HURT HER I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MAKE YOU ANSWER FOR IT!"

Observing Sophie's rage with an eerie calm, Maeve said, "Have no fear Sophie Mitchell, your younger sister will walk after tonight is over. But whether she ever gets to wrestle another match may not be a choice she gets to make." Chilled to the bone at Maeve's implication, Sophie continued to tug at her bonds and plead for the referee to get up and get Moira back on the other side of the cage. But much to her chagrin, the zebra stayed still giving the Kane Sisters free reign over Cynthia Mitchell.

Pulling the stunned redhead to her feet, Moira said, "We've already shown Sophie the Celtic Cross, think we should let Cynthia enjoy the pleasures of our other new toy?"

Maeve nodded slyly and replied, "I think we should." Set on their course of action, the Kane's again began to move with that scary synchronicity of movement, dragging Cynthia slowly towards the corner furthest away from Sophie and the referee. Tossing the redhead belly first onto the mat, Moira bent down, wrapped both arms around Cynthia's upper thighs and locked her hands.

Making sure Cynthia's head was pointing towards the turnbuckles, Moira waited while Maeve climbed to the middle rope and turned to face her. Locking eyes with her older sister, Moira asked, "Are you ready?" Maeve tensed up and replied, "Let's commit Riuil Homicide." Tightening her grip even tighter, Moira jerked Cynthia up high off the mat and pulled her straight into the air. Watching carefully from her perch on the ropes, Maeve waited until Cynthia was at the highest point in her arc and then leapt into the void, soaring over Cynthia's head in a graceful front flip. Right as she was passing over Cynthia's head, Maeve reached out and cupped her hands across the redhead's chin. In the next instant momentum carried all three of them backwards as Cynthia's back and neck was almost driven through the canvas thanks to the diabolical tandem Wheelbarrow Suplex and Blockbuster combination that would come to be known as 'Riuil Homicide.'

On the other side of the ring, Sophie let out a heartrending cry as she watched Moira and Maeve demolish her sibling. Try as she might though, Sophie was still helpless in the grip of the handcuffs and she could only watch fretfully as the Kane's started to drag the nearly unconscious redhead to the middle of the ring. Taking hold of Cynthia's legs from Moira, Maeve looked at her sister and said, "We end this now." Not waiting to listen to her sister's response, Maeve spread Cynthia's legs, placed her right leg between them, and then executed a 180-degree turn to her left over the redhead's right leg. Completing her turn, Maeve grabbed Cynthia's free leg and fell backwards. Landing easily on the mat, Kane laced her free leg over Cynthia's bent ankle and pressed down, locking in the Four Leaf Clover.

The agonizing pain of the Figure Four brought Cynthia back around but the lithe beauty couldn't pull herself free of Maeve's grip. Laughing nastily as Cynthia flailed around at her feet, Moira dropped to her knees and grabbed the redhead by the hair. Yanking Cynthia up so they were nose to nose with one another, Moira taunted, "Feel that bitch? That's the Four Leaf Clover Maeve's got you screaming with. If you're smart, you'll give up now before she pops your fucking knee. It won't stop me from sitting on your face, but it will at least give you a chance to walk out of here."

Momentarily biting back the numbing pain creeping up her legs, Cynthia hissed, "Fuck you Moira."

Snarling ferociously as Moira glared at her, Cynthia darter her head forward and spat directly into the younger Kane's face.

Glaring flat murder into Cynthia's defiant eyes, Moira whispered, "I'll kill you for that." Getting to her feet, Moira looked down at Maeve and said, "Hold her in place. I've got a plan."

Rising up on her hands, Maeve bounced the Four Leaf Clover a little harder and answered, "I don't think she's going anywhere." Moving like a woman possessed, Moira stalked to the corner and quickly climbed to the top rope. Turning to face the center of the ring, Moira took a second to make sure the ref wasn't starting to move (he wasn't) before preparing for her latest attack. Kneeling down, Moira appeared to be about to spring into the void when she hesitated. Remembering the nauseating view of the mat rushing up to meet her, Moira wanted to make sure it wasn't the top rope Drop Out that folks remembered when the match was over. And to do that, she was going to have to do something even riskier. Taking a deep breath, Moira straightened back up and turned towards the cage. Raising both hands over her head, she laced her fingers into the chain links and muttered, "Get the highlight reel ready kids. I'm about to steal the show."

Smiling as the crowd's pitch grew in fervor and intensity, Moira slowly climbed to the top of the cage and turned around. Once again, facing towards the ring, Moira Kane raised both arms over her head and screamed in impending triumph. Upon hearing Moira's battle cry, Maeve, Sophie and Cynthia all looked up and gaped in shock as they realized what Moira had planned. Drawing in a sharp breath, Maeve whispered, "Oh god Moira, don't miss."

Realizing there was nothing she could do, Sophie Mitchell closed her eyes and prayed she would be able to help Cynthia walk out of this cage.

As for Cynthia, she never stopped struggling, even as Moira leapt off the top of the cage and began to plummet back to earth. As her nemesis grew larger and larger in her vision, Cynthia braced herself for impact and began to repeat, "I'll get you for this, I'll get you for this, I'll get you for this, I'll get you foEERRRRRGGGHH!"

Her mantra was obliterated as Moira came down across her chest and stomach, driving all the air from her lungs and the consciousness from her mind. Still holding the Four Leaf Clover on Cynthia's suddenly limp legs, Maeve watched anxiously as her sister rolled around on the mat, clutching her abused ribs as she sought to fought off the paralyzing effects of the Splash.

Seeing Moira starting to rise to her knees, Maeve was horrified to see that the ref was beginning to come to only a few feet away. Hissing loudly, she demanded, "Get back to the cage Moira, otherwise everything you just did isn't going to mean shit!" Getting her feet under her, Moira nodded slowly and limped back over to her empty cuffs feigning snapping it shut just as the zebra regained his vertical base.

Cursing the lumps he felt forming on his forehead, the ref cleared his vision and almost immediately saw a stone faced Maeve Kane applying the Four Leaf Clover on an apparently unconscious Cynthia Mitchell. Ignoring his first instincts to check the redhead's arm, he simply dropped to his knees and counted her down, "ONE... TWO... THREE!" The bell rang for a final time and the Kane's were announced the winner of the match. Finally releasing her grip on Cynthia's legs, Maeve pulled free and let the official raise her hand in victory. They were both still in this position when Moira blindsided the poor dope with a low blow that dropped him to his knees and back into a semi-conscious stupor.

Grabbing her sister's wrist, Moira raised Maeve's hand and said, "How'd you like that?"

Maeve grinned wryly. "Very impressive. How are your ribs?"

Breaking her grip on Maeve's hand, Moira stalked over to Cynthia's head. "Not so bad I won't be able to enjoy this." Grabbing the edges of her briefs, Moira pulled up the material, giving herself an intentional wedgie so that Cynthia would have to endure an almost bare-assed Face Sit.

She was in the process of lowering herself onto Cynthia's nose when Sophie broke her silence and snarled, "LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BITCH! HAVEN'T YOU CHEATED ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT?"

Smirking, Moira answered, "No, I think I've got a bit more left in me. Let's see if Cynthia's nose is as comfortable as I remember it being."

Growling in rage, Sophie tugged at the handcuffs as Moira snugged her buns down across her sister's face. Content to merely watch for the moment, Maeve positioned herself between Sophie and Moira, blocking the helpless blonde's view.

Glaring coldly into Sophie's burning eyes, Maeve said, "You fought a good fight Sophie. But you can't beat us. Not in the cage."

Almost choking on her rage, Sophie spat, "Only because we underestimated the gutter slut depths you and your sister would sink to. But I swear to God that will never happen again."

Maeve took a step forward to voice her reply and that's when Sophie shot her free hand out and sank her talons deep into Maeve's hair." Smiling hatefully, Sophie said sweetly, "See? I'm already learning." In the blink of an eye, Sophie pulled Maeve in and fired her knee up, directly into Maeve's crotch. The smaller blonde let out a silent scream and dropped to her knees, clutching at her wounded center.

Hearing her sister's cry, Moira looked over and shouted, "What're you doing you cheap-shotting bitch?" Scrambling to her feet, the taller Kane charged over towards Sophie but that was exactly what the elder Mitchell wanted. Waiting til just the right moment, Sophie snapped her right leg out and kicked Moira directly in the kneecap. The tall blonde let out a pained cry and dropped to the mat as her leg was kicked out from underneath her. With both Kane's kneeling close, Sophie lashed out twice more, sending another stiff kick into each of their foreheads.

Moving very quickly, Sophie opened her free hand and was pleased to see she'd managed to rip the other hair clip from Maeve's tresses. Turning her attention to the cuffs, Sophie jammed the clip into the lock and wriggled it frantically. Three seconds later there was a loud 'CLICK' and Sophie wrenched herself free from the cuffs. Aching for some revenge Sophie lunged at Moira and pulled her to her feet. Going nose to nose with the dazed Irish beauty she hissed, "Cynthia sends her love." The word was barely out of her mouth when Sophie blasted her with another Knee Lift and shoved Moira into a Standing Headscissors. Locking Moira's arms over her bent form, Cynthia clasped her hands tight and executed a short leap, dropping to both knees to smash Moira's face into the canvas with a more traditional application of The Drop Out.

Rising up off her knees, Sophie had just turned around when she found herself face to face with an infuriated Maeve Kane. Not letting Sophie get the first word, Maeve panted, "Very clever Sophie. But you've hurt my sister and that means I'm going to make you suffer."

Blatantly chesting into the shorter blonde, Sophie fired back, "After what you and that tramp did to Cynthia, you've got no right to accuse me of hurting anyone. I always knew your sister was a dumb bitch, but I expected at least some semblance of honor from you. You played a part in trying to cripple my sister Maeve. For that, I'll make you apologize. I'll make you submit. And then I'll make you beg. But it won't stop me from snapping your neck."

Maeve was silent for a moment and then replied, "A bold statement Sophie Mitchell. Understand that as angry as you are, your blood ties are no deeper than mine and I won't let any attack on my sister go unpunished. You've got some more suffering to endure Sophie Mitchell and I'm the one who decides how long and how intense it will be."

Sophie raised her arms to her sides and sneered quietly, "I'm right here lass. Come and get me." Maeve seemed to be on the verge of doing just that when the zebra on the outside finally got the padlock off the cage door and flung it wide, allowing a whole horde of FAWN officials into the ring, not just to check on Cynthia and Moira, but get between Sophie and Maeve.

Staring a hole through one another from opposite sides of a sea of black and white, Sophie said, "Another time then."

Maeve nodded and said, "I'm going to tend to my sister. I suggest you do the same." Then she turned her back on Sophie and shoved the officials away from her younger sibling.

Watching Maeve tend to Moira, Sophie decided the fighting was over for the night and turned the whole of her attention to Cynthia. Helping the decimated redhead to her feet, Sophie whispered, "Don't worry sis. We'll get em yet." Pleased to see that Cynthia smiled just a little bit, Sophie handed Cynthia off to waiting medics and watched carefully as she was loaded onto a stretcher and wheeled toward the door.

It struck Sophie as absurdly ironic that Cynthia and Moira both left this match on their backs after promising to do the same to the others. Letting the Kane's and her sister exit the cage, Sophie stood alone for a moment, taking in everything that had happened over the course of the evening. Nodding wanly to the madly roaring crowd, Sophie smiled and thought, "The cage not be our home just yet, but I think we could learn to like it here." Then exhaustion rushed in to claim her and she decided to start limping her way towards the backstage area so she could be by Cynthia's side when she woke up.

WINNERS: Riuil Kanes