The crowd sat expectantly as the lights in the arena began to flicker. FAWN fans knew that Leah Montoya, the sister of former FAWN wrestler Lacey Montoya was about to make her debut against the ruthless Dominique Daly. Long-time fans knew that Lacey had been left the fed in 2004 after a humiliating loss to Cathy Denehy and that Lacey's former tag team partner, Juliet Bloodwind, was Dominique's nemesis. Thus interest in the younger Montoya's debut was running higher than most rookie fights.

The arena lights now went out altogether.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAKING HER FAWN DEBUT, FROM SAN ANTONIO TEXAS: LEAH MONTOYAAAA!!!"

With a flare of pyrotechnics, Leah Montoya appeared at the top of the ramp as the opening harmonica/steel guitar chords of Kid Rock's "Cowboy" poured out of the sound system speakers. She paused for a moment as the crows roared its approval of her first appearance at FAWN. She was wearing a Texas-flag pattern one-piece with red chaps, snakeskin cowboy boots and, of course, a Stetson hat. She took off the hat and used it to salute the fans.

Then Leah began to strut down the steel ramp towards the ring. She worked in a crowd-pleasing bump-and-grind routine backed up by the electric guitar wails. Reaching the ring platform, she took a walk around the outside, giving the fortunate fans at ringside a close-up view of her saucy smile and, for a select few even more fortunate fans, pecks on the cheek.

Her circuit of the ring complete, she handed her hat and chaps to an attendant and then slid into the ring with a cordless microphone. She then joined the referee in the center of the ring.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen," Leah said, "I am honored at your support and I promise that I will work as hard as anyone at FAWN to make myself worthy of you. Once again: from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU!"

The crowd gave the newcomer a fresh burst of applause and she plainly basked in the warm glow it brought.

Suddenly, Kid Rock was gone and the arena plunged back into darkness. After a moment's stillness red, white and blue spotlights began to swirl through the audience and the Olympic theme "Fanfare for the Common Man" erupted. When a glaring white beam backlights a tight, but tiny figure at the top of the ramp, the music quickly fades, blue and white light ceding to the glowing red filing the ramp and ring, quickly joined by red pyro in front of the figure.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: PRESENTING, FROM PORTLAND, OREGON--DOMINIQUE DALYYYY!!!"

The techno-pop beat of Vitamin C's "The Itch" pumped through the audience and a spotlight fell upon an exotic little brunette with smoky gray-green eyes and ethnic hints from all over the Pacific Rim. Dominique Daly was clad in her usual red cami leotard, her tawny arms, legs and feet bare, as well as large swaths from her midriff from several rips and tears in the skintight Spandex. Her long dark locks were pulled back into a soft ponytail that bobbed as she pumped her right arm to the beat. She swayed to the music as well, her taut little backside swiveling deliciously as she rotated in a circle. Then she began to move forward down the ramp, her arms raised high despite getting a mixture of boos and cheers (the negative easily outweighing the positive, it must be noted).

Dominique tried to win over the crowd with a tumbling run down the ramp complete with back handsprings ending in a back tuck flourish and a bright smile. Her efforts get her nowhere. The crowd hasn't forgotten, nor do they appreciate, her unsavory past and less than legitimate tactics. Dominique responds with a sugary smile and holds up the middle fingers of both hands so the crowd can see (as she says later) that she thinks they are #1 as well.

As Domi moved on, she spotted a still-loyal member of "Domi-Nation" along the aisle, the man was holding up a sign: "WE STILL BELIEVE. YOU'RE OUR GOLD-MEDAL GIRL!" The tiny brunette leaned over the barrier and gave the fan a big smooch that had the man gasping for air when she finally released him.

Dominique walked on, only to have her mood soured as a placard was shoved into her face that read: "BLOODWIND SCALPED YA. THIS COWGIRL WILL BRAND YA!" On the sign was a full color spread of Juliet Bloodwind cutting off Dominique's ponytail after defeating her in a match. Daly was infuriated and tried to throw herself across the barrier at the man holding it, but she couldn't reach him with her hands. Instead, she unleashed a loogie that splattered spit all over the man's face, she then spun away with a smile as the man was held back by a friend and the presence of a hulking Security man.

Dominique now reached the ring and paused at the ropes. She observed Leah Montoya standing expressionless next to the ref, her arms crossed at the chest. She noted that the taller (5'8 to Domi's 5'2) brunette was studying her right back. Domi flashed her a smile and vaulted over the ropes with room to spare.

Once in the ring, Dominique felt comfortable and at ease, even through booming derisive chants of "DAUM-ME! DAUM-ME!" rained down. They did not matter. Domi bounces and stretched, comforted by the knowledge that she wouldn't be fighting Juliet Bloodwind tonight. There was also the opportunity to use this Leah Montoya to send a message to Bloodwind that Dominique Daly was still here. It was an opportunity she did not intend to let get away.

Dominique now strolled up to Leah Montoya. She looked up at the taller woman and informed her: "I hear you're the sister of that gutless wonder Lacey Montoya. You really think you're going to do any better than she did before she yellowed out?"

Leah had expected this sort of trash talk once she arrived at FAWN and had thought she was prepared for it. However, actually hearing the insulting words about Lacey, especially coming from the likes of Dominique Daly sent a red flush of anger rising up her neck.

"Leave my sister out this, Daly, she's a better woman than you could ever HOPE to be!" Leah replied in a cold, but steady voice.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to talk about it if I had a coward like that for her a sister," Domi smirked.

"I said--LEAVE ME sister out of this. You're fighting ME tonight. Besides, a no-account, cheating sidewinder like YOU has no business talking bad about my sister or anybody else!" Leah said leaning down, her arms still tightly crossed at her chest (so wouldn't take a swing Domi), talking to her like a naughty child.

Dominique smiled and swiftly thrust her head up under Leah's jaw, at the same time encircling the back of Leah with her arms, then falling backwards in a jawbreaker sneak attack that caught Leah completely by surprise. As Leah's jaw cracked off the top of Domi's head, she saw stars--and heard the DING! DING! (The referee having belatedly signaled the bellkeeper).

Leah struggled to her feet only to find herself grabbed by Domi into a side headlock and then dropped to the canvas on her face in a bulldog. Domi then flipped her on her back and tried for a quick rollup pin. Leah's brain screamed at the horrifying prospect of losing her first match so quickly and her body responded with a furious kickout.

Dominique let Leah get to her feet and then leaped at her with a high cross body that sent the taller girl crashing down yet again. Domi then threw in a frog splash and tried another hooked leg pin, but the Texan was beaten yet. The referee had only said; "One!" before Leah was again able to kick out.

Domi was circling the already bruised newcomer. She had a smirk on her face that Leah found infuriating. She could tell Domi was very pleased her treacherous opening attack had worked so well.

"I'm not done yet you four-flushing scum!" Leah snapped at her.

"Yes, you are--you just don't know it yet," Domi responded and moved to grab Leah's right arm and yank to the mat in an armdrag takedown.

However, this time, Leah was ready and she used her size and weight advantage to reverse the move so she dragged Dominique to crash on the canvas.

Leah then rolled Dominique onto to her face and sat down on her back. She put her hands under Domi's chin and yanked back in an agonizing camel clutch. It was a very effective hold, unfortunately, it was being applied with Dominique near enough to the ropes to reach out her hand and force a break.

Leah and Dominique now circled each other again, but Leah was feeling surge of new confidence. It didn't hurt that Domi had started talking to herself.

"You are NOT going to lose to this rookie! You WON'T!" Domi muttered.

"Yeah, you keep tellin' yourself that. Just proves you got a fool for a trainer," Leah taunted.

Dominique lunged for Leah--and took a superkick in the jaw! The little brunette crashed back onto the mat and Leah splashed down on top of her. She grabbed a leg and hooked it,, but the ex-gymnast got a shoulder up as the ref reached: "TWO!"

Domi was back on her feet and she was glaring fiercely at Leah. Leah gave her a fierce glare right back.

Leah then launched another superkick, but Domi ducked under it dove for Leah's knees as though trying to tackle her. However, what she was really doing was aiming her fist right into Leah's crotch and the blow landed with devastating force.

Leah never cried out, but the blood drained out of her face and she sank to her knees clutching herself. The referee sternly told Domi not to do that, she looked up at him innocently.

"My fist slipped," she said as the crowd's boos poured down on her.

Leah staggered to her feet. Domi coolly turned to face her. Before Leah could react, Daly had encircled Montoya's waist with both arms and heaved her upwards. Now Dominique Daly was a small woman and even with the battle fury pumping in her veins, she couldn't lift Leah very high, but it high enough to allow her to get her knee between the taller woman's legs and let her drop on it. The impact on Leah's already injured womanhood was even more devastating than the first blow. Dominique let her fall to the mat.

Leah still didn't cry out, but her face was twisted in pain. She desperately tried to get to her feet, but as she reached her hands and knees, Domi struck. This time she came down on Leah's back, her legs scissored around Leah's middle with surprising strength and, at the same time she applied crossface. This was the set-up move Domi liked to call thr "Pommel Horse".

Leah did not give up. She forced her body up into a nearly standing position and tried to fall over backwards to crush Dominique beneath her. Unfortunately, Domi simply jumped away and let Leah slam herself into the canvas once again.

Domi then saw they were near a turnbuckle. She did an elbow drop to the center of Leah's chest to keep her gasping and helpless, while she herself scampered up onto the turnbuckle. Here Domi executed her finisher: "Sticking the Dismount"--a moonsault in which she landed with both feet onto Leah's unguarded midsection. The crowd screamed in dismay as Leah's body jackknifed helplessly and went limp.

Dominique raised her arms in triumph and grinned at the mostly hostile crowd, then she tried the hooked leg pin yet again. She could see Leah's eyes open and full of pain. She even continued to try to kick out, but her strength had vanished.

"Beat you, Cowgirl--now you'll be wearing the 'Double D' brand of girls who've lost to me!" Domi taunted even before the referee had finished.

"ONE... TWO... THREE!!!!"

It was over. Dominique leaped to her feet in excitement. She began to take tumbling runs around the ring, just to remind the crowd of her vast skills. At the same time her mind was focusing on just how she would send an additional message to Juliet Bloodwind and everyone else in FAWN.

Leah was sitting up on her elbows, shaking her head and telling the concerned referee she would be all right. Domi grinned nastily and made one last tumbling run that brought her down in a split--right across Leah Montoya midriff. Leah slammed into the mat once more and looked up at Domi, a look of surprise on her face.

"It's not over for you, tonight, cowgirl!" Domi cried and seized the straps of Leah's one piece, she yanked them down baring what turned out to be a quite appealing pair of breasts.

"NO!" Wailed Leah, trying to pull up the swimsuit.

"Sorry, I've decided to REALLY show the fans here what you've got!" Domi taunted and stood up, ripping the swimsuit down to Leah's waist.

Leah tried to sit up, but Domi smashed her forearm across the beaten girl's throat so that she thrashed and gagged helplessly. Domi now stood straddling the humiliated girl, she used first one foot and then the other to play little games with Leah's nipples which stiffened perkily. Domi laughed and played some more footsie with the malleable flesh beneath her, thoroughly enjoying her heightened position.

Oddly enough, the crowd didn't seem to be enjoying the humiliation as much as Domi. Oh, there were certainly hoots, wolf whistles and lewd shouts, but there were also a rising tied of boos. Irked, Domi decided these ingrates needed more proof of her superiority. Stepping away from Leah, she did a backflip into a handstand, her arms on either side of Leah's now bared belly. She lowered herself down and licked Leah's belly, which drew a shocked gasp from the crowd.

Domi then cartwheeled to one side and rolled the still-dazed Leah onto her back. She ripped up the pulled down portion of the swimsuit and used it to bind Leah's hands behind her back. Then she pulled the Texan to her feet by the hair and marched her around the ring so the crowd could get a good look at Leah's bosoms. The crowd began to boo with increasing intensity.

"Ah, come on, people! They aren't THAT bad to look at!" Domi yelled, as though Leah's breasts were the subject of the crowd's disapproval.

Leah seemed to be coming out of her daze. She began to twist in Domi's grip. Domi rammed a knee up into Leah's crotch and the taller girl's legs buckled, but Domi kept her standing.

"Settle down and you'll get out this faster!" Domi hissed.

Leah could only nod and stop struggling, but as Domi pushed her towards the ring exit, her face hardened and she kept her head held high. She let herself be pushed down the ringsteps and onto the ramp.

"Get moving!" Domi ordered.

"Stop yelling! I know what to do!" Leah snapped. "And I'll promise, you stinking little polecat, I'll be doing this to YOU next time!"

Domi tried to kick Leah in the crotch again, but the Texas girl was already trotting up the ramp. Domi found herself obliged to chase after her.

"Come back here! Come back here!" She found herself yelling at the rapidly disappearing Leah.

The crowd exploded in laughter and cheers. Domi and Leah vanished up the ramp with the Texan apparently reaching the safety of FAWN security. Domi stamped her foot in annoyance and then strode off towards her down dressing room. As she walked, she could still hear the cheers of the crowd and smiled. At last, they appreciated her talents...

WINNER: Dominique Daly