A slow anticipation had built over the course of the evening, with fans expecting the next bout to be more then it had seemed. On paper the Dynamite Dolls lost every time. But this wasn't about paper, not of the rock or scissors variety either. This was a match that had become quite important. The winners would undoubting be catapulted into top contendership for those tag team titles and La Gata Diabla and La Pequena Tiburon knew this all too well. Then again, so did the Dynamite Dolls. As the intros began, the crowd soaked them up with much anticipated fury...

"Beep" by The Pussycat Dolls begins to play as the crowd cheers, their eyes moving to the entrance ramp. It's there that they catch sight of The Dynamite Dolls, surveying the crowd. Sara Miles wears a baby blue, cropped top and matching tights. She completes the look with blue, wrestling boots, her blonde hair falling straight down her back. Meanwhile, Jan Delgado wears a white, tank top, "BRAT" written across the chest, and a black, pleated, micro-mini skirt (matching hot pants underneath). She also wears a pair of black, tennis shoes, her black hair parted in the middle and styled in pigtails. The two women descend the ramp and walk down the aisle, slapping hands along the way. As they enter the ring, The Dolls perform a few warm-up stretches, awaiting the arrival of their opponents.

With the Dolls in the ring, all that's left is for their opposition to make an appearance. Sara and Jan stand in the ring, left waiting as the cheers of their fans begin to fade...

And then the opening chords of Nickelback's "Animals" boom over the loudspeakers.

Soon after, to vociferous boos (and more than a few catcalls), La Gata Diabla and La Pequena Tiburon come forth onto the ramp. While Tiburon's black leather pants hug her hips and cling to her legs like a second skin, by FAWN standards, her ensemble is almost puritanical. Still, her washboard abs are left plainly visible by the hem of a red halter whose neckline plunges to show off her modest, yet hardly unappealing cleavage. Her partner, however, makes up for any shortcomings of exposed flesh. Her red satin panties conceal little, black leather chaps shielding her outer legs but revealing tempting glances of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, her matching satin push up bra works overtime to give her bosom that little extra "oomph!"

And even a number of those loyal to the Dolls respond approvingly.

They make their way to the ring, Tiburon in the lead. As she regards her foes, the Little Shark licks her lips in anticipation of the taste of their blood. As Gata follows, she makes it a point to keep out of the reach of the ringside throng--yet all the while stokes their fires with each sensuous stride. As much as they might think they like Sara and Jan and want to see them win, it was her that they wanted and they would long for her as badly as Gata wished them to.

Tiburon eschews the theatrics, slipping into the ring with a purpose as Gata continues to tempt the masses with her entrance through the ropes.

With the prancing and preening over with, the referee signaled for the bell. Ding, Ding as the two teams separated into the corners it was Jan Delgado who started with her foe, La Gata Diabla. The two women circled for a moment before locking horns, or in this case arms. Gata said something rather mean spirited in Spanish, but Jan replied with something that equally shouldn't be typed here. Jan was sent into the ropes but came back with a spin wheel kick that not only took Gata out of her game plan, but also off her feet. Neither woman was very large and the fact that the 100 pound Jan had floored Gata, caused the crowd to raise to its feet in a rambunctious nature. Jan pulls Gata to her feet by her long hair and slams a forearm in under her chin. This rocks Gata again, who seemed to be off her game from the moment the match started. She wanted to push her lucha-style advantage, and yet it was Jan who got the upper hand first nailing a spin wheel kick that would have any of the Luchadors from CMLL in envy. Delgado may be the least experienced of the Dolls, but she came into this match with retribution hell bent in her mind. She slams a knee into the kidneys of Gata and then slaps her face brutally. She whips her into the ropes and dropkicks her foe down with a dropsault.

"Impressive conditioning and well scouted moveset here by Jan Delgado, she seems to have adopted a bit of the ring-work of her opponents, and this has at least momentarily taken the hell cat herself, La Gata Diabla down and out." The commentator rattled off to the fans at home.

Sara Miles clapped for her partner on the ring apron, approving of how well Delgado was handling the pressure. She picks Gata up in hopes of slamming her down with an atomic drop, one of the most basic moves in all of pro-wrestling, but Gata cinches her arms around the head of poor Jan and drives her to the mat with a Diving Bulldog! Gata proved that her ring-name was no joke, as she leaped from the mat to the turnbuckle post and then sent the fans into a frenzy as she dives off with a Shooting Star Elbow Drop. This was not the type of move you hit traditionally as the second hold of the bout, and yet here was Gata changing the pace to some breakneck X-Division style that even Sara Miles dreaded having to deal with, as she watched her partner nearly turned inside out from the impact. She tagged in to Tiburon, who also like her namesake smelled blood and upon ring entrance snapped on Jan. She picked Delgado up and dropped her over her knee with a gut buster. She didn't stop though, Tiburon lifted her up and drove her down across her knee again for a second gut buster. This caused poor Jan's tummy to feel like a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it, from the SS Elbow and the repeated gut busters, but Tiburon refused to stop it there. Tiburon had heard about Jan Delgado's some dismissive attitude towards her team, and although Tiburon herself didn't speak English, she had been given the notes on what Jan had said. With that adrenaline running through her veins, Tiburon hoisted Jan up to her shoulders and then dropped her back down across her outstretched knee, for a third gut buster, that not only tenderized the abdomen of Miles' partner Delgado, but probably cracked a rib as Tiburon wasn't gentle or precise with her attack. As Delgado flopped around on the canvas, Tiburon smiled a bilingual grin of seduction. She slide her foot down Delgado's face, and began trying to force her foe's mouth open with her toes. This was somewhat uncharacteristic for the woman known as the shark, and she did this with some malcontent on her part, but she also seemed intent to defame her opponent in every way. A groggy Jan started to come around and feel that her mouth was almost being gagged by the sweaty sole of her opponent, and she pushed her foot away and rose to her feet. She tried to hit the ropes, but Tiburon was right on her with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that knocked the wind, and the fight back out of Jan.

"The team of Tiburon and Gata seemed to have isolated Jan Delgado and are hoping to pull her apart at the seams. She may be the weaker of the two Dolls, but she came in here with a solid game strategy. I'm not sure why it is falling apart now, and perhaps that is a credit to the Gata/Tiburon combination" The announcer continued.

Biting the top of Jan's head, Tiburon showed that she had fangs that while not quite as lethal as a shark's 30 rows of teeth, they were violent all the less. Jan could feel her flesh being eaten by the cannibal monster she thought was an ordinary opponent. She tried to move away, but Gata kicked her back from the apron causing her to fall right back into the open hungry jaws of the shark in the ring. Tiburon literally went wild biting on Jan's facial features, and the referee couldn't seem to get her to stop. Perhaps something lost in the language barrier, but this gave Gata a chance to prance around on the apron mocking Sara Miles and her fledgling team mate, with some taunts and ass shaking. The moment Tiburon broke the hold, she was grabbed by Jan's slapping hands, but this offense was of no concern to Tiburon. She bodyslammed Delgado back down to the canvas and then drove a Diving Kneedrop into her stomach, sending a wave of fire through her body. Tiburon then latched on a figure four leglock. This didn't exactly fit in with her previous strategy and appeared to be more or less a way to torture Jan some more. Who cared if she hadn't worked the legs at all during the match, now she could hear the screams of the little opponent she so enjoyed terrorizing. With Jan's legs untouched until now, this meant she would be able to remain in the figure four for 5, maybe 10 minutes before submitting. She'd just whimper and squeal and beg for mercy in 3 languages while Tiburon soaked it all in.

"The tandem of Gata and Tiburon seem just as eager to terrorize and humiliate Jan Delgado as they do to win this match!" A befuddled commentator continued at ringside watching the assault on poor Jan.

With Jan Delgado trying to refute submission, she cried out just as expected in the three languages Tiburon had hoped for. First in English, "Please no,. stop....ahhh" She whimpered, as she found herself unable to grasp the ropes for a break. Then she heard the second language, as she pleaded in Spanish for the superior woman to break the hold. Finally came what Tiburon had hoped to hear most. The third and final pleas were in a language spoken by few, and yet understood by all. The primal screams of mercy came like waves of an orgasm from Jan Delgado's puckered mouth. "MUUHHHAMMMPHHH" She squealed as she began to bawl like a little girl who had been pushed down by her older brother. Tiburon and Gata had succeeded, they had taken a tough and tumble opponent in Delgado and turned her into a whimpering, crying, sissy. It was the perfect sound to their ears, and Tiburon still with the figure four attached, reached up and tagged in Gata. Who climbed to the top ropes and came springing into the ring with an Art Barr frogsplash down across the prone body of Jan. This not only sent shockwaves through her already battered stomach, but it caused a crunching sound to come from her figure four entrapped legs, that very well could be a break. The two Latina women stood over the meek brunette and laughed. Their sweat soaked bodies raining on Jan Delgado like a thunderstorm of humiliation. Each drop of her rivals sweat splashed on her frame with a deep amount of shame. These two women had just owned her, and by all accounts they still did. Sara Miles stood in her corner, angry and wanting to get in, but somewhere in the pit of her stomach she could feel butterflies. Jan however didn't have butterflies, she was legitimately terrified in the center of the ring. Her body was frozen like ice, her skin quivering like Jell-O. These women had become the monsters in her nightmares, except they were real. She started to crawl away, but Gata just stomped her hands to show her that she had no place other then whimpering at their feet.

"These two women have not only broken down Delgado physically but they seem to have done it mentally as well. She probably isn't finished, but they've gained that psychological advantage and they've drained any fight out of this Dynamite Doll. She's turned into a Dynamite Dud!" The announcer continues as his words express the truth.

With Jan's tummy battered into mush, she could only watch as both women scaled the top rope and came crashing down upon her with a dual moonsault. This would have been the end of the match, had Sara Miles not been sitting fresh in her corner. As Gata crawled over Delgado for a pin cover, Sara ran in and broke the pin up. She didn't do anything else, but encouraged her partner to find the strength to get a tag. Miles watched as Jan could do nothing but curl into a ball of fear. She had been mentally broken, and this was much worse then Sara had feared. Jan typically was jovial, spunk and brash, but now she sat fragile and petrified. Sara watched her partner not even make an attempt to move, and she wondered if Jan hadn't wet her hotpants in fear. It didn't matter though, because if Jan didn't make a move soon, this match would be over. Gata and Tiburon tagged in and out for what seemed like hours to Miles, each girl coming in and doing a series of moves on Jan. Splitting her legs with a wishbone. Dropping elbows, various off the rope lucha moves, and even a few more gut busters for good measure.

"This one is about over, it's nails in the coffin for the Dynamites" says the announcer as he watches Gata hoist Jan onto her shoulders.

With Jan on her shoulders, Tiburon climbs to the top rope signaling for a Doomsday Device. Just as Tiburon javelins off the ropes, Jan squirms free. Not because she wants to win, but because she doesn't want anymore abuse. She hits a series of punches on Gata and somehow makes the tag. Gata is impaled by her partner's head into her chest, as Tiburon was looking to decapitate Delgado, and instead clobbered her teammate. European uppercut from Miles to Gata, as she is rocking and rolling. She flips her curvy blonde body over the top of Gata, and nails a spinning dropkick that sends Tiburon through the ropes to the floor. She turns to Gata, and hoists her onto her shoulders... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! She grabs Gata's waist, German suplex with bridge! This could do it. .....ONE, .......TWO, But Gata kicks out before it can go any further.

"Sara Miles is a house of fire!" A rabid announcer shouts to the furious crowd and fans at home.

Sara sends Gata to the ropes, but Gata is too fast and leaps onto the middle rope springing back with a elbow to the jaw of Miles. The Dynamite Doll goes down, and Gata prepares to hit the Mama Seat-a. She jumps from the rope, but as her legs clasp around Miles, she does what a desperate person would do. She bites down onto the crotch of Gata, stopping Gata mid-move. As Gata's head flips backwards in pain, Miles grabs her neck and PILEDRIVERS her into the canvas. Gata goes limp, but Tiburon tags herself in. She charges at Sara Miles, but gets caught with a quick powerslam that knocks the wind out of Tiburon. Tiburon lariats Sara down, and then both women are slow to their feet. Miles kicks Tiburon, but the shark knows that if Miles falls, so does her team. She shoulderblocks Miles down and then hits the ropes, but much to her chagrin on the apron Jan jumps up and plants a double knee strike to the face of Tiburon. This busts her nose open, and as she stumbles backwards, Miles grabs a handful of her trunks and rolls her up! One.......TWO.........THREEEEEE!

"I don't believe it! The Dynamite Dolls took one helluva beating, but somehow survived to win. Although they won the battle, I question the true victor as Jan Delgado may never be the same again." The announcer completes his broadcast.

In the ring Miles leaps to the top rope posing, but Delgado doesn't follow suit as she normally would. Instead she sort of slinks to the back, as her partner looks on wondering if she has been deflated. The two Latina beasts are angry in the ring and begin to pummel the referee, just because they can. Sara Miles gets out of dodge before she too catches their wrath.

WINNERS: The Dynamite Dolls