Matches, when they have been entered into the annals, a victor and a vanquished declared, fall into categories. There are classics (like the recent triple threat beach match that saw Chrissy Daniel topple Ivy Armstrong), statement matches (like Anciline de Cyr defeating Shea London at Wembley Stadium), breakthrough matches (Juliet Bloodwind snatching the Television Title from de Cyr), squashes (any match with Sweet Caroline or Mighty Wonderful), and falls from grace (Miriam Gaiman crushing Jeanette Lansdale).

This match, depending on the outcome, would either be a statement match or a breakthrough.

Shannen Dennehy, the most powerful and purely talented of the Dennehy clan, had the chance to make a statement by whipping a currently undefeated rookie who'd captured the imagination of FAWN fans with her stunning beauty and her nice-as-pie demeanor.

Stacy Moore had a chance to break through against an established talent and prove that her win over Megan Lilly was no fluke. For her, this match against the bigger, stronger, meaner Texan offered a chance for validation as a genuine star; a force to be reckoned with.

The locker room was the same one she had seen in every FAWN venue she had seen across the country, but it suited her well... Dirty and a bit on the dark side, just like her. Shannen was at home in her new trade, and it fit her like a glove. A few weeks vacation from the ring had helped too... all of her bumps, bruises and nicks had healed up. As she tugged her black athletic bra down over her bare breasts, she imagined that prissy little cheerleader's face engulfed between the twin peaks, and smiled to herself.

As the younger Dennehy girded herself for combat, Cathy and her cousin Natalie sat in the lounge chair, watching the earlier matches. Cathy was wearing shorts and plain T-shirt instead of the baby blue thong that brought fear to the hearts of every one in FAWN.

Montgomery had come right after Miami and the tag team championship battle. The long drive along some of the most devastated areas in the South had, in Cathy's words, provided perspective. Looking up at the mirror, Shannen pulled her hair back into a severe pony tail, leaving as little of the blonde hair for pulling as she could. Baby Dennehy gave one last tug to her black athletic bra, and let her eyes trail down the mirror past her firm breast, flat tummy and continue down the scuffed and worn black wrestling boots. Brushing a piece lint from her tiny thong, she straightened up, her mind racing past her lessons.

Cathy watches the monitor as one of the Mexican wrestlers imported by FAWN strangles out her opponent with her own bra before baring her own pair and breast smothering her opponent out. Watching as the EMTs hauled one pair of torn tag team corpses out of the ring, while the other young ladies paraded her victory around the ring, Shannen realized with a start that her time had come. As the announcer on TV preps the audience for her upcoming match, there is a light knock on the door.

"You're up Shannen!" emanates from behind the door.

"FOCUS," Cathy said. "This is another signature match, one more steppting stone to the belt! Hurt her, break her and then humiliate her!"

Shannen leaves the room alone, passing through the heavy black draperies and into the raucous arena, the crowd already having been worked into a frenzy by the previous fighters. Shannen looked straight ahead as she walked down the aisle, past the ravenous fans, past the sign reading, "THE MILKMAN COMETH!", past every one until she reached the stairs, and climbed up on the apron. Shannen climbs through the ropes, alone.

The fans erupt with enthusiasm for "The Cheerleader" Stacy Moore, and she returns their adulation with an entrance worthy of fanfare. To the strains of Kim Wylde's "The Kids In America", the perky brunette cheergirl struts her flawless body with a sassy step and a few cartwheels.

Decked out in a cheer uniform specially cut and designed for wrestling, Stacy sports a dark blue pleated cheer skirt with orange and white trim around the bottom. She wears a matching "baby cut" top, dark blue with "CHEERLEADER" stitched across the front in orange letters. She completes her competition attire with some white sneakers and white "tennis socks."

Tracy slaps hands with the nearby fans and stops to give some cheer back to the fans, especially the younger ones. Walking behind her, considerably less peppy, is Agnes "Texas Aggie" Montross. The former world champion looks like she could still take to the ring, despite her face beginning to show signs of her 50 plus years. Her body is still a twisting mass of sinew and muscle in a nearly 6 foot frame. She keeps a watchful eye on the arena, displaying the focus her protégé seems to eschew during her entrance.

Dressed for a rodeo, in old blue jeans and a plaid shirt, Texas Aggie sports some old boots and a roughed up Stetson on her head. She chews on some Skoal as she follows behind Stacy, sizing up the entire situation. Her eyes betray the spirit on an old warrior still savvy to the ways of battle.

Stacy hits the ring with a cool flip over the top rope. She twirls cutely, flips up the backside of her skirt and reveals her dark blue cheer briefs baring the word "Stacy" across the bum in orange letters. She excites the fans with a few high kicks and poses before leading them in a cheer.

"Ready? Ok! Shannen D - you're going to see - that this match - won't be easy! So tonight - I'll be alright - it's time for Stacy - to put up a fight! Gooooo Stacy!"

The crowd pops as she hits a few final cheer poses. Finally she goes to her corner and gets a last minute pep talk (like she needs it) from Agnes before regaining her focus and waiting on the bell.

She didn't wait for long.

Stacy and Shannen launched each other out of their respective corners, colliding in the center of the ring and immediately tying up. Stacy was no weakling, as strong or stronger than half the FAWN roster. But Shannen was a juggernaut. After a few seconds of stalemate, Shannen drove Stacy back into the ropes and raked a nasty chop across her chest. Stacy returned fire, driving a kick into Shannen's tummy, but the big Texan followed up with another chop and an Irish Whip.

Stacy was unfazed, despite Shannen's now obvious strength superiority. With perfect control over her impeccably toned body, Stacy bounded off the ropes and leapfrogged Dennehy's body drop attempt. Stacy put on the breaks and caught Shannen's arm, then hiptossed the powerful blonde to the canvas.

Shannen quickly got to her feet, then deftly ducked a dropkick attempt by Stacy. Instead of connecting with the Texan's chin, the cheerleader sailed through the air and crashed to the canvas. Shannen, with speed that belied her size, scrambled to her feet and slid into Stacy, smashing her face with a baseball slide.

The advantage now hers, Shannen plucked Stacy up by the hair and drove a knee into her taut, toned stomach and immediately scooped her up into a body slam. She tried to drive the cheerleader through the canvas, knowing that controlling the pace of this match would be the key to victory, and high impact moves would put a collar on any high flyer's ability to take to the friendly skies, no matter how tough said high flyer was.

Stacy arched her back and gritted her teeth in pain.

"OH!" Stacy cried as Shannen's 150 pounds came crashing down on her in a potent body splash. Stacy gasped for breath as she tried to regain control of herself. Shannen wasn't just tough. She was proving to be fairly wily, as well. In the space of seconds, the big Texan had outflanked her and gotten in enough shots to drop her top speed from 100 M.P.H. to 70.

Shannen pressed her advantage, picking Stacy up. She scooped the stunned cheerleader into her arms and fell to her knee, dropping Stacy's back over the point of her knee to top off an impressive back breaker. Stacy's mouth fell open as she groaned in anguish. A double axe handle to her tummy suddenly folded her in half, and a wicked, twisting punch from Shannen knocked her backward off the Texan's knee into a rumpled heap.

"Two, Four, Six, Eight!" Shannen taunted. "Who will I annihilate? Stacy! Stacy! BREEEAAAAAKKKKK... .STACY!"

The powerful blonde rolled the ailing Stacy onto her back and hooked a leg.

ONE

TWO

Kick out.

"Well, you're tougher than I'd thought," Shannen snarled. "But I can dish out a helluva lot more'n you can take!"

She rose and grabbed the gasping, writhing cheerleader by the hair. Stacy wasn't going, though. Not just yet. She grabbed the strap of Shannen's sports bra and swept her long legs out from under her, rolling her up into a small package.

Shannen panicked, harkening back long ago to when she was a rookie facing the great Sensational Shea London. Shannen had dominated the match. DOMINATED Shea. But it was a momentary lapse that allowed Shea to use this very move to steal what should have been a resounding win. She pumped her legs and arms as she felt the dull thud of the referee dropping into position for the count.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Shannen with authority.

Shannen slammed the mat with fury as Stacy rolled weakly away. The big Texan got to her feet, but Stacy lashed out with a leg sweep that spilled Shannen back onto the canvas. The Californian stood, taking in a deep breath, and dropped an elbow across Shannen's forehead as she tried to rise.

With Shannen driven to the canvas, Stacy rolled away. She scrambled to her feet and began stalking Shannen, turning the tables. When Shannen rose to her feet, Stacy launched another drop kick, and this one didn't miss. Stacy felt the satisfying snap of Shannen's jaw clacking shut and the once-dominant blonde crumpled to the canvas in a dazed heap of sweaty flesh and golden hair.

Stacy, now fully propelled by her second wind, bounded to her feet, to the appreciation of the fans. She was over to the corner and perched on the top rope in the blink of an eye, and when Shannen tried to rise, but fell onto her back, the stage was set. Stacy Moore took to the air and somersaulted backward, crashing across Shannen's exposed midriff with a breathtaking moonsault. She hooked one Shannen's delicious legs as the ref hit the canvas for the count.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Shannen.

Stacy bounded to her feet and did a backflip, splashing down once more across Shannen's torso. She hooked the leg again and pumped her fist as the crowd roared with glee.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up!

Stacy rose, dragging a stunned Shannen with her. She whipped the buxom sex bomb into the ropes and put Shannen down again with a flying clothesline. Stacy took a second to do a cheer for the fans. Her words were drowned out by the raucous cheers, but the playful, sexy bump and grind that she did more than made up for it. Sensing a threat from behind, Stacy glanced over her shoulder, where she saw a slightly dazed and very angry Shannen stalking her. The cheerleader pivoted and drove a thrust kick right into Shannen's face, flooring the powerful blonde once again. Stacy dove atop the currently incapacitated Shannen and hooked the leg.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up at two and a half.

Stacy rose and dragged Shannen with her, but the blonde had enough awareness to fire a left into Stacy's stomach, doubling her over and backing her up a step. Shannen straightened, then lunged, spearing the high-flying brunette to the canvas and raining down a series of punches into her pretty face.

After a minute, Shannen rose from a stunned cheerleader. She took a few steps, contemplating her next move and catching her breath. When Stacy began to stir, Shannen closed in on her. Stacy, her reflexes slowed by Shannen's torrent of punches, tried a leg sweep, but Shannen evaded easily by hopping over the shapely leg. On her way down, Shannen led with her knee and slammed it into Stacy's abdomen, right below her navel.

Stacy jackknifed up into a sitting position, coughing and sputtering painfully. A stiff right from Shannen put the beleaguered cheerleader on her back, and Shannen rose, hauling the compliant brunette with her. Shannen easily scooped Stacy up, took three big steps, and drove her without mercy into the canvas with a vicious powerslam. The beautiful Texan hooked Stacy's limp leg.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up by Stacy.

Shannen was frustrated. Angry. She grabbed Stacy's skirt and ripped it off, reducing the pretty brunette to her top and her bloomers. FOCUS! she could feel her sister yelling.

She plucked Stacy up from the canvas. Without warning, the Californian roared to life, slapping apart Shannen's hands and strafing Shannen's magnificent chest with a chop that forced her back. Shannen lashed out with a right that Stacy ducked, then absorbed a boot to the tummy. Stacy launched a left, but Shannen blocked and connected with a chop of her own, punishing Stacy's own lovely rack. Stacy recoiled, yelping in pain, but drove Shannen back with a roundhouse to the face. The brunette closed, wrapping her toned arms about Shannen's midsection and pulling her up and over with a suplex.

A pained cry from Shannen was little reward, however, as the tough blonde got to her feet, shrugging off the pain. Shannen clotheslined Stacy to the canvas, but Stacy, despite the pain surging through her skull, swept Shannen's legs out from under her again. The two wounded, winded lionesses struggled to their feet. Shannen lunged, but Stacy was too quick, catching Shannen and transitioning into a sloppy, improvised DDT that slammed the big Texan's head into the canvas.

The crowd roared.

Stacy climbed the corner post and played to the crowd with a cheer as Shannen struggled to her feet. The lithe, sexy brunette launched herself at the stunning blonde, twisting as she delivered her finisher, the Cheer Up. She tumbled into Shannen.

It was too fast to see, but Shannen caught Stacy, the kinetic energy spinning them around a full 360 degrees. Stacy began to fall away from Shannen's grip, but the Texan pulled her down, extending her own knee in the process. The Cheer Up had been turned into another devastating backbreaker by the Shady One.

A muffled groan burst from Stacy's lips as her back smashed into Shannen's knee. She bounced off immediately, crashing onto her stomach, twitching, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips. Shannen' her own mind awash in pain and fatigue took a deep breath. Slowly, playing to her own supporters, she removed her sports bra, freeing her magnificent breasts. She rolled Stacy onto her back, and savored the abject fear in the brunette's eyes as her full, heavy breasts engulfed her face. Shannen fell forward, savoring the soft crush of her breasts and the weak tugging of Stacy's panicked gulps for air that yielded only sweet perfume and salty sweat from Shannen's bounty.

The struggle was brief.

The referee check Stacy's arm once.

It fell.

Twice.

It fell.

Thrice.

It fell.

Shannen pushed herself up, settling back onto her haunches as she looked down on her vanquished opponent. Stacy's eyes were closed, her mouth open and slack. Shannen had her statement, sending Stacy to her first defeat in FAWN.

For the Californian, breakthrough and validation would have to wait.

WINNER: Shannen Dennehy