The lights dim as Silvertide's "Blue Jeans" begins to blast over the PA. The change in entrance music creates something of a stir of confusion. But when, within seconds, the Mitchell sisters emerge at the top of the ramp, the cheers of the fans seem all the more deafening.

Cynthia sports what has become her trademark look: the purple bikini top both supported and flattered her modest but not unpleasing figure, the fabric rising into a solitary strap over the left shoulder, leaving her right one bare. The short shorts had become more of a set of bikini briefs, exposing more hip, thigh, belly and buttock than her former gear. For her part, Sophie is clad in a black leather bikini top and matching thong, her ensemble accessorized with white ankle boots and the ever-present black leather collar around her supple neck.

Reaching the ring, Sophie slips through the ropes while Cynthia moves toward the nearest turnbuckle. Then, with an assured smile, she scales the buckles. Sophie's eyes never leave their opponents, making sure they don't come too close, as Cynthia launches herself in a backflip into the ring, sticking the landing perfectly. As Sophie punctuates her sister's landing with raised arms toward the sky for the fans' cheers, Cynthia follows her lead, basking in the cheers of the fans. With the Mitchell sisters in the ring, all that's left is for their opposition to make an appearance. Sophie and Cynthia 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 Mitchell girls 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 Sophie and Cynthia 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 proper introductions made, the ring announcer fled the squared circle for the relatively safer confines of the timekeeper's table. Back in the ring, the referee glanced over towards the Mitchell's corner and gestured for the sisters to make up their minds about which of them was going to start the match. Slipping through the middle rope, Cynthia looked over her shoulder and said, "I'll take the lead, you just make sure to watch my back, I have a feeling we're going to need it against these two."

Flicking her eyes towards the luchadora's corner, Sophie nodded and replied, "No problem. Remember, we're fast, but they're faster. We have to slow this one down and keep them grounded as much as we can." Acknowledging her sister's warning with a brief nod, Cynthia turned towards center ring and jogged out to where the referee was quickly losing his patience as he tried to get Gata and Tiburon to decide on who was going to start for their team.

After a few more seconds of blatantly ignoring the official, Gata favored him with a disinterested sneer and sauntered forward to meet her auburn haired opposition. Smiling devilishly as Cynthia assumed her crouch, Gata dropped into a crouch of her own and purred, "You're not quick enough to beat us bitch."

The younger Mitchell's face twisted into a cold sneer and she was in the progress of forming a response when she heard Sophie's voice sound the alarm, "CYNTHIA BEHIND YOU!" Trusting her sibling implicitly, Cynthia whirled around on her heel and crouched down just a bit lower before springing up in a vertical leap and shooting both boots forward. The quickness with which she executed the Dropkick caught everyone by surprise, none more so than Tiburon who had slipped under the bottom rope behind the redhead and charged her with claws extended. But thanks to Sophie's warning and Cynthia's reflexes, the first thing the Shark tasted this evening was the soles of Cynthia's boots smashing into her chin. The toned blonde uttered a stunned groan and went down in a heap with Cynthia landing right beside her.

Realizing he'd almost lost control of the match less than a minute into the contest, the ref cursed under his breath and shoved a snarling Gata towards her corner; he could at least TRY to maintain a modicum of order. Back on the canvas, Cynthia and Tiburon were getting to their feet and their motions were so synchronized it could have been a practiced routine. The aforementioned synchronicity vanished when the younger Mitchell drove a hard boot into the luchadora's belly and followed it up with a pair of stiff elbows to the back of her foe's head. Knowing she'd have to slow the pace soon enough, Cynthia couldn't resist nailing a few high spots of her early own; she wasn't going to let these two sleaze-bags strut into her ring and run circles around her. With that thought running through her head, Cynthia yanked Tiburon straight up with a handful of hair and then backed her into the ropes.

Grinding her forehead against the blonde's, Mitchell snarled, "Whatsa matter, Flipper? Never been in the ring against someone faster than you?" Not getting anything intelligible from the Shark, Cynthia let her actions speak for her by whipping Tiburon into the opposite ropes with a hard Irish Whip. Bouncing into the ropes at her back, Cynthia sprinted forward a few steps, then went low and transitioned into a perfect handspring, followed by a second which ended with her driving the point of her right elbow directly into the rapidly approaching sternum of La Pequena Tiburon. The blonde beauty gasped for air as she was knocked off her feet by the force of Cynthia's Handspring Elbow. Popping to her feet, the redheaded Mitchell made a minute adjustment to her single shoulder strap and glared toward the opposing corner. Fixing Gata with a withering stare, Cynthia pointed at the arrogant blonde and mouthed, "You're next." Irritated that Tiburon's sneak attack had backfired, Gata got a measure of satisfaction by raising her left hand a casually flipping Cynthia off. Savoring the redhead's angry sneer, Gata mouthed back, "You don't want any of this."

Rolling her eyes in disgust, Cynthia returned her attention to the stunned blonde at her feet and helped the Little Shark up with a rough handful of blonde hair. Marching her to mid-ring, Cynthia thought about giving her opponent a lecture on some of the basic tenets of American style pro-wrestling but decided against it, as she'd prefer to use visual aides anyway. Pulling Tiburon upright, Cynthia muttered, "This is a little basic for a luchadora like you, but I think you should still know what it feels like." The last word was just out of her mouth when she slipped one hand over Tiburon's shoulder while the other threaded between the blonde's legs. Grabbing hold of her rival's leather pants, Cynthia lifted Tiburon off her feet in one smooth motion and brought her to rest over her shoulder, trapped in the stall position for a basic Body Slam. Holding the pose for a moment, Cynthia let the crowd start to cheer before she rose up on her toes and tossed the Shark to the canvas. Riding out the minor tremors caused by the blonde's impact, Cynthia quickly positioned herself next to the luchadora's' head and sprang into the air. At the apex of her leap, she extended both legs and came crashing down with her left thigh directly across Tiburon's windpipe. The grounded beauty flopped like a, well, like a fish out of water and rolled over onto her side, trying to get her breath back.

Seeing Tiburon wounded, Cynthia strode to one of the neutral sides of the ring and stepped out onto the apron. Lining up her shot carefully, the redhead waited until the dazed blonde was just getting to her feet when she grabbed the top rope in both hands, pulled back and leapt onto the wavering cable. In the split second before she leap off the rope to complete the Springboard Crossbody, Cynthia's balance was shattered when La Gata Diabla sprinted across the apron to her location and shoved the redhead hard. Letting out a confused yell, Cynthia tumbled face-first into the canvas, hitting with a loud thud. Seeing she'd achieved her goal, Gata sneered malevolently at Cynthia and then sped back to her corner before the ref had even turned to see what was going on.

From the Mitchell's corner of the ring, Sophie was protesting furiously but when she tried to go to Cynthia's aid, the official blocked her way and pushed the fuming blonde back to her corner. Glaring daggers at Gata, Sophie murmured, "I'm gonna get you for that Kitty." and then returned her attention to Cynthia, urging her sister to get her feet under her and make the tag. Unfortunately for Sophie's tagging aspirations, the awkward landing had done a good job of knocking the wind out of Cynthia, thusly she was still gasping for air when the recently recovered Tiburon grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her towards the center of the ring. Dropping Mitchell's limp arms; Tiburon kicked the wounded girl onto her belly and stalked over to her head. Rudely grinding the heel of her boot against the redhead's neck, the shark growled, "Huelo la sangre que bombea en sus venas, Cynthia Mitchell. Muy pronto, lo probare."

Looking to make good on her promise, Tiburon left her perch and took off towards the rope at a flat out run before hitting the cables and bouncing back with even more momentum behind her. Just when it appeared that she would sprint over Cynthia's body, the Shark executed a vertical leap of her own, but instead of extending her legs out in front of her, she tucked them under her butt and came down with the point of her left knee smashing into the back of Cynthia's skull. Watching the redhead flop with a sadistic avidity, Tiburon shoved Cynthia onto her back, hoping she would see the first telltale signs of crimson on the other girl's pale features. Alas, she was disappointed in this hope as Cynthia's skin, while abraded and beaded with sweat, remained unbroken.

Quelling the anger growing inside of her, Tiburon hopped to her feet and then pulled Cynthia to her feet. Holding the redhead in a loose Bear Hug, the Shark nuzzled her victim's ear and purred, "Puedo esperar." Feeling Mitchell start to come to, the cruel luchadora gave her foe's ear a lascivious lick and then grabbed her right wrist in both hands. Pointing Cynthia towards the ropes, Tiburon dipped her knees and let the redhead fly with an Irish Whip of her own. When Cynthia had come back to within arms length, Tiburon reached around Cynthia's torso and locked her hands. In the same motion she hauled Cynthia off her feet and spun her around in a 270-degree arc right before she dropped to one knee and slammed Cynthia down across the posted joint, nearly snapping Mitchell in two with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.

Deciding it wasn't time to bask in her opponent's agony just yet, Tiburon shoved the quivering form of Cynthia Mitchell off her knee and got to her feet. Standing over her injured adversary, the Little Shark bent down, grabbed the redhead by the roots and slowly pulled her towards the luchadora's corner. Getting her prey into good position, Tiburon released her grip and whirled towards her corner. Glancing briefly at her partner she said, "Pronto." and then hopped up onto the top turnbuckle, twisting her whole frame in midair so that she landed facing towards the center of the ring. Stretching out to her full height, Tiburon raised her arms over her head and held the pose for a moment before leaping into the void where gravity quickly reclaimed her and brought her down in a skull-to-shoulder collision with a prone Cynthia Mitchell.

The Kamikaze Headbutt took a lot out of the Shark, but if Cynthia's groaning scream and boneless flailing were any indication, the move took a whole lot more out of her. Shaking off the nearly paralyzing effects of her last bit of offense, Tiburon rolled in the direction of her corner and blindly extended a hand. Moments later, La Gata Diabla returned the gesture and entered the ring legally for the first time in the course of the match. Helping the other blonde to her feet, Gata made sure that she was clearheaded enough to understand before she said, "Tornado de Tijuana, ahora."

Hearing her partner's voice cleared the fog in Tiburon's head and she immediately complied with the plan. Shaking off the last of her dizziness, the Shark hurried over to a few feet behind Cynthia and dropped to her hands and knees. Ignoring the admonitions of the ref, Gata brazenly taunted Sophie in Spanish and waited until the elder Mitchell was occupying the zebra's attention to spring her trap. Jogging over to a neutral corner, Gata dropped into a crouch and waited tensely for Cynthia to regain her footing. After another few seconds, the redhead decided to oblige her opponent and slowly began to get her legs under her.

Cynthia had just begun to push up off her knees when Gata exploded forward, making a beeline for the groggy redhead. Cutting the distance between them faster than most would have believed, Gata leapt into the air and landed on Tiburon's back for a split second before taking flight again, with a higher leap than the one preceding it. This second leap ended more memorably as well with Gata snapping her legs open and then slamming them shut just as soon as they'd wrapped around Cynthia's neck. Locking her ankles, the Hellcat fell back and twisted her hips, tossing Cynthia up and over with a brutally fast Hurricanrana delivered as only she could. Getting to her feet, Gata motioned the Shark out of the ring and then sprinted over to Cynthia and pounced on the dazed girl. Hooking the far leg, Gata leaned into the cover and snarled for the ref's undivided attention.

Pulling away from a frustrated Sophie, the ref immediately dropped down to make the count but he only got passed 'TWO' before the redhead was able to roll a shoulder free. Snarling openly at the official, Gata climbed to her feet and helped herself to a few stomps to Cynthia's butt, thighs and back before continuing her attack. Ever aware of the crowd's attention, Gata went into a short, slow grind of her hips that brought a raucous ovation. Quickly adjusting the edges of her chaps, Gata regarded her foe with a taunting grin and purred, "I knew you wouldn't want any of this, Cynthia Mitchell. But since you insisted, I'll make sure you get all you could ever want." Speaking no more, she hauled the redhead to her feet and grabbed her by hair. Marching the injured girl over to an unoccupied corner, Gata backed into the buckles with Cynthia's back pressing tightly against her. Hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Gata reached around Cynthia's torso and gave her left breast a hard squeeze. Ignoring Mitchell's reaction, Gata spat, "Pathetic." and then shoved Cynthia away from her and back towards the middle of the ring.

Waiting for the distance between them to get a little larger, La Gata Diabla hopped up to the top buckle and prepared to show these idiot sisters what highflying was really all about. Sensing the time was right, Gata stood up straight and leapt off the top and into an uncontrolled dive towards Cynthia's back. Just as she was beginning to pass by the redhead, Gata shot her hands out and snagged them around the taller girl's head, applying a loose Headlock. The agile blonde grinned widely, anticipating the damage the Diving Bulldog was going to do to Cynthia's face, but that anticipation was suddenly replaced by fear as Mitchell wrapped one arm around Gata's waist while the other grabbed a handful of the chaps on her right hip. Before gravity could pull Cynthia off her feet, she leaned hard to her left and stumbled drunkenly towards the side of the ring. Hoping she was in the right place, Cynthia pivoted her hips a little and tossed forward, shoving Gata away from her.

A second later, Cynthia discovered her ring sense was as solid as ever as she had succeeded in depositing Gata crotch first on the top rope dead center on the Mitchell's side of the ring. Shaking off some of her aches and pains, Cynthia slapped a gingerly moving Gata on the butt and sneered, "You want to try and fly around on me? Girl, let me show you how we do things in the big leagues." Not waiting for a response, Cynthia ran past the cringing luchadora and executed a perfect little hop that brought her into contact with the second rope. Never missing a beat, the redhead nailed a second leap that culminated in her landing on the top rope on the far end of the ropes Gata was straddling. Looking for the coup de grace, Cynthia went into a third leap and shot both feet out in front of her, impaling the hellcat's chest with an amazing Triple Jump Springboard Dropkick. Gata tried to scream but the wind had been knocked out of her and to be fair, her cries probably would have been drowned out by the uproarious reaction from the crowd.

Watching Gata curl up on the mat, Cynthia tore her eyes from the satisfying site and jogged over to her corner. Slapping hands with Sophie, the younger Mitchell said, "Be careful. They work VERY well together."

Slipping into the ring, Sophie replied, "So do we. I think they need to find that out firsthand."

Nodding her agreement, Cynthia fell into step behind her sister and the Mitchell's were soon standing over their gutshot opposition. Glancing at her sister, Sophie said, "We take her wheels, she slows down and this match belongs to us."

Grabbing hold of Gata's left ankle in both hands, Cynthia pulled the trapped limb out wide and chided, "Let's shred some tires."

Cinching up the blonde's other leg, Sophie made sure her grip was firm then said a single word, "NOW!" Holding the Hellcat's legs at a rough 45 degree angle, Sophie and Cynthia suddenly dropped backwards hard and fast with the luchadora's ankles still in their clutches. The tandem Wishbone nearly pulled the blonde' legs out to 180 degrees and Gata couldn't help sobbing in pain as the muscles in her thighs and groin were stretched almost to the breaking point.

Confident they'd slowed the match down enough, Sophie didn't complain when the ref nagged Cynthia into going back to her corner of the ring. Looming over Gata, Sophie took a moment to glare towards Tiburon's side of the world. Catching the limber blonde's gaze, the elder Mitchell whispered, "Better stay right there, Little Shark. You'll stay healthier that way."

Understanding just enough English to know she was being taunted, the inactive luchadora responded with the only local phrase she knew. "Douchebag." she sneered. Ignoring La Pequena Tiburon's impotent fury, Sophie knelt down next to Gata and pulled her up with a huge handful of hair. Making sure to keep the limp kneed blonde in the friendlier half of the ring, Sophie pulled her slender foe in close and wrapped her arms around Gata's middle. Clasping her hands, she began to apply pressure to the Bear Hug, putting tremendous strain on the Hellcat's ribs. Easily riding out her victim's escape attempts, Sophie increased the strength of her squeeze, slowly but surely crushing the life out of her rival.

Grinding subtly Gata's defenseless chest, Sophie leaned in and whispered, " My style isn't as fast or flashy as Cynthia's or yours for that matter, but I'm still pretty good at chain wrestling, as I hope this will ably demonstrate." Not letting the breathless luchadora get in a reply, Sophie clamped down on the Bear Hug again and went into a low crouch. Holding the position for just a moment, Mitchell exploded upward, lifting onto her toes for a split second before dropping to one knee and slamming Gata down crotch first against the posted joint. The blonde Hellcat looked to be in Hell as her jaw dropped open and her eyes filled with tears. Slowly releasing the Bear Hug, Sophie nudged her victim back and had let her take about four staggering steps when she lunged forward and extended her right arm, nearly decapitating her foe with a Lariat. Coming to rest on her knees beside Gata, Mitchell's instincts told her the smaller girl was done for so she went for the cover. Hooking both legs, she leaned all her weight across La Gata Diabla's shoulders and demanded the ref start making a count. Already on his way, the official managed to get past 'TWO' before Tiburon actually leaped over him and stomped down between Sophie's shoulder blades, breaking the cover.

Grunting in surprise and frustration, Sophie rolled to her feet and went after Tiburon, but the ref intercepted her and forced the Shark back to her corner before the two blonde's could exchange anything more than hateful glares. Running a hand through her hair, Sophie stalked back over to the wreckage of Gata and pulled the luchadora to her feet. Forgoing anything in the way of preamble or verbal sparring, the elder Mitchell simply drove a pair of hard-hearted Knee Lifts into Gata's belly and trapped the defenseless girl in a skull-grinding Front Face-Lock when she doubled over. Using her free hand to secure a hold on Gata's briefs, Sophie positioned them so she was staring directly at Tiburon. Not saying a word, Sophie held the smaller girl's stare for a second and then dropped straight back to the mat, pulling Gata off her feet in the process and spiking the Hellcat's forehead right into the canvas. Smiling at the limp way her opponent was starfished facedown on the mat, Sophie swatted Gata on the rump and chided, "Time to find out just how many ways you CAN skin a cat."

Receiving nothing for her little bon mot, the elder Mitchell grabbed Gata by the shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. Maintaining the methodical pace of her assault, Sophie transitioned her grip to Gata's wrist and whipped her towards the ropes on the far side of the ring. She was just about to release her grip on the luchadora's wrist when Gata's other hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist. Before Sophie could muster a response, Gata revered t he momentum of the Irish Whip and sent her running towards the ropes. Slightly irked that the La Gata Diabla had managed a reversal in her current state, Sophie quickly brushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on keeping control of the match. Everything went pretty well for her up until she hit the ropes because that was when a patiently waiting Tiburon brought her right leg arcing up in a nasty roundhouse kick that caught an unassuming Sophie directly behind the ear. Mitchell let out a stunned cry and staggered forward a few steps clutching at her battered skull. Realizing what had just happened, Sophie saw red and she whirled on her heel, lunging for the Little Shark with talons extended. But the usually cautious veteran had played directly into Tiburon's ploy and she was immediately greeted with a rake of the eyes and vicious tug of her hair. In the next instant, Tiburon pulled her victim forward and stepped off the apron, yanking Sophie down throat first across the top rope in a quickly applied Hangman. The pale blonde let out a gurgling cry and staggered back with both hands covering her throat.

Fighting through the nauseating pain in her gullet, Sophie knew she had to get to Cynthia and she attempted to do so, but only got about halfway across the ring before she was met by a reinvigorated Gata who doubled the leather clad beauty over with a brutal kick between the thighs. Smiling sadistically as Sophie whimpered in anguish, Gata grabbed Sophie's head in both hands and sneered, "Now THIS is chain wrestling you slow, stupid whore." Proving her point, the Hellcat bent her knees slightly and then leapt straight up before stretching her legs at a rough 45-degree angle. Gravity pulled her down a moment later and Gata landed comfortably on her butt while Sophie was driven face and chest first into the mat compliments of the X-Factor. Knowing the Facebuster had connected perfectly, Gata stayed on her butt for a just a second before somersaulting back to come to her feet in an arrogant little pose that drove the capacity crowd's noise level up just a little higher.

Noting that the impact of the landing had flipped Sophie onto her back, Gata lined herself up with the nearest, least Mitchell friendly corner of the ring and sprinted forward in a short sprint that ended with her leaping onto the top rope in a single bound. Before the audience could even begin to cheer, Gata flipped backwards, leaping high into the air to twist her body in two sinuous revolutions before coming down chest first across Sophie's undefended abdomen. The Corkscrew Moonsault jackknifed Sophie's whole body when it connected and Gata took it as a sure sign that the bigger blonde was done for. Hooking the far leg, she glared into Sophie's pain addled face and cooed, "If you can get any air into your lungs, I'd love to hear you scream, Sophie Mitchell."

While this was going on, the referee was dropping into position to make his count. Making sure that's Sophie's shoulders were flat against the mat (they were) he slapped the mat once, twice, and was coming down for the trifecta when the downed blonde was able to get a shoulder off the canvas. Thoroughly disgusted with the official, Gata fired off a long, low stream of curses in Spanish before getting to her feet and helping Sophie to hers. Standing in front of the dazed blonde, La Gata Diabla slapped Sophie across the face and taunted, "You were gonna make an example out of me? Bitch, Tiburon and I are gonna tear you and that loser sister of yours to pieces more convincingly than the Kane's or anyone else ever could. You're mangled bodies are gonna let the rest of that sorry locker room know that we are not to be fucked with!"

Slapping Sophie again, Gata took off in the opposite direction, running the ropes to pick up momentum as she sped back towards her intended victim. When there was only a few feet separating them, Gata leapt high, aiming both legs towards Sophie's neck as the gap between them shrank exponentially. Sensing the time was right, she clamped her legs shut and twisted her whole frame in a tight half circle, applying the basic, but visually impressive Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors. But instead of merely using her own momentum to take Mitchell off her feet, Gata managed to pull her torso up and snake an arm across the back of Sophie's neck, applying a rough Face-Lock while she still had the Scissors applied. In the next instant, she released the Scissor hold on Mitchell's head and dropped straight to mat, pinning Sophie's forehead to the mat with a Tilt-a-Whirl DDT.

Not through torturing her opposition yet, Gata climbed to her feet and jerked Sophie up by the hair. Releasing her grip, the luchadora fluffed her sweaty hair and did a slow, sensuous bump and grind, right in front of her semi-coherent adversary. Knowing the crowd was eating out of the palm of her hand, Gata insured their loyalty by putting her hands on her hips and tugging her red bottoms up into a makeshift thong. With a final wiggle of her hips, the Hellcat went back to work, scooping her victim up as if going for a basic Body Slam. Holding her foe inverted, Gata positioned Sophie's head between her legs and sat out, dropping Mitchell skull first into the mat with the Juvi Driver. The crowd was on their feet as Gata had caught Sophie dead to rights with the lethal move and they believed the match to be over. Sitting with her opponent's face between her thighs, Gata looked down and taunted, "Kiss my ass, Sophie." Then she scooted forward and sat down, enveloping Sophie's features with her nearly naked rump. With hands on her thighs, La Gata Diabla ground away at Sophie's face and would have gladly continued well past the conclusion of the three count, only problem was, right after 'TWO' had been counted off, Cynthia stormed into the ring and booted Gata between the shoulders, breaking the pin and the Face Sit at the same time.

Nearly mad with frustration, Cynthia tried to pull her sister closer to friendly territory but the ref restrained her and she was forced to watch as Gata recovered and put the boots to a quivering Sophie. Working through some frustration of her own, Gata allowed herself a few more stomps before pausing to glare over at Cynthia. Drawing a thumb across her throat, the domineering vixen growled, "You're gonna watch your sister BLEED, you interfering bitch."

Considering the conversation over, Gata pulled Sophie to her hands and knees and led her over to the luchadora's corner where a well-rested Tiburon was almost frothing at the mouth to get back into the match. Tagging in her partner, Gata pulled Sophie and said, "Brainbuster Doble. Quisiera que Cynthia viera cada gota de la sangre que usted toma de ella."

Too eager to dish out the hurt to reply, Tiburon merely nodded and the blonde duo easily cinched up their prey in a tandem Front Face-Lock. Each grabbed a sturdy handful of thong waistband and moments later; Gata and Tiburon had hoisted Sophie over their heads, inverting the helpless sister for everyone to see. But 'helpless' might have been too strong a word, for in the brief window before Gata and Tiburon could sit out and thusly complete the Brainbuster, Sophie pushed back with all her remaining strength. Caught off guard, the lucha pair was defenseless as Sophie's momentum yanked them both off their feet and slammed them face down onto the mat, unsuspecting victims of a desperation DDT hit out of absolutely nowhere. Lying on the mat, Sophie heard the crowd urging her to her feet, but more importantly, she heard Cynthia. Pushing aside all voices other than her sister's, Sophie staggered to her feet and limped across the ring. Holding a hand out for her redheaded sib, Sophie clapped Cynthia's palm and the roof came off the arena. Still feeling the effects of the Juvi Driver, Sophie mumbled, "Give 'em one for me, will ya?"

Her response a cold, eager whisper, Cynthia replied, "Done." Springing onto the top turnbuckle, the younger Mitchell waited impatiently for Gata and Tiburon to get to their feet and resume the fight. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long, and as soon as the two luchadora's had their feet under them, Cynthia called out, "HEY KITTY, FISHY, LOOK UP IN THE SKY!" Capitalizing on the second it took both blondes to turn and face her, Cynthia leapt off the turnbuckle and soared nearly three quarters of the way across the ring before smashing her feet forward to catch Gata and Tiburon in the chest with a Missile Dropkick. With the crowd and an adrenaline rush pushing her on, Cynthia got to her feet in a flash and chose Gata as the first target of her retribution. Grabbing the disoriented blonde by her hair and her hip, the redhead taunted, "Try to land on your feet, kitty. This is gonna be one nasty fall." The prophecy had barely left her lips when she lunged forward and tossed Gata over the top rope and to the floor, leaving her to crash onto the thin blue mats at ringside without another glance.

Turning her fury on the legal luchadora, Cynthia stalked up behind Tiburon and beckoned the Little Shark to get up. When Tiburon obliged her, Cynthia bounced off the ropes and loped back towards her oblivious adversary. Just as Tiburon was turning to face her, Cynthia left her feet and soared through the air, latching herself across the blonde's shoulders in what appeared to be the beginnings of a Crucifix Pinning Combination. But Mitchell only used the position as a way to float over to a vertical base on Tiburon's right side. Catching the stunned vixen in a Front Face Lock even as she was landing, Cynthia didn't even bother to remain standing for a second before she sat out hard, spiking her foe's head into the canvas yet again, this time with a Wraparound DDT. Still not through satisfying her desire for revenge yet, Cynthia hopped to her feet and kicked the battered shark over onto her back. Positioning herself on the blonde's left side, Cynthia sneered, "You may be able to fly, but ya sure can't land very well." With that she was off like a shot, vaulting towards the ropes with a speed and crispness that could only come from someone who'd been idle for the last several minutes. Getting into place, Cynthia jumped off the mat in a graceful leap that ended with her landing feet first on the top rope. Without even bothering to grab the cable for leverage, Mitchell dipped into an almost imperceptible crouch and then went into a high, floaty back flip, the end result of which saw her land perpendicular across her victim's belly, Cynthia's own toned midsection flattening Tiburon's washboard belly with a loud wet 'SMACK.'

Wheezing slightly from the Lionsault's effect on her ribs, Cynthia shoved the pain aside and went for the cover, hooking both legs just to be sure. Shocked at the rapid way the younger Mitchell had taken control of the match, the ref slid in to make his count and presumably end the match. His hand was less than an inch away from counting the 'THREE' when Tiburon got her shoulder off the mat. Cursing under her breath, Cynthia quickly got to her knees and then to her feet. Pulling Tiburon up with a double handful of lank golden hair, Mitchell bent her victim over double and trapped her in a Standing Headscissors. Reaching down, she hooked the luchadora's arm with her own, cinching them tightly across Tiburon's back. Grinding her thighs lightly against the blonde's ears, Cynthia purred, "You might have been a shark back home honey, but here in FAWN, you're nothing but bait."

The redhead had just bent her knees to administer the Drop Out when the speakers spat a burst of static and then peeled off a burst of Bagpipe notes. Knowing the Kane's entrance for what it was, Cynthia froze with Tiburon still in her clutches and glared hatefully at the ramp, waiting for their Emerald Isle rivals to appear. She didn't wait long as Maeve and Moira Kane pushed through the curtain and stopped at the top of the ramp. Dressed in black leather pants and Kelly green tank tops, the Riuil Kane's were an impressive sight, even when doing so little. For a moment, Moira and Maeve simply waited at the top of the stage, and then, in one fluid movement they brought their right hands up and curled their fingers towards the ring, an obvious invitation to Sophie and Cynthia.

Watching this unfold from the apron, Sophie's hatred of the Irish beauties grew even stronger. Ever since they'd tried to end Cynthia's career at SPRING BREAK, Sophie had been nursing a deep, simmering rage for the two blondes. Letting her emotions get the better of her, Sophie growled, "All right, you want me, you got me." and hopped off the apron, making a beeline towards the Kane's.

Watching her sister leave the ring, Cynthia knew Sophie was walking into a trap and tried to call her back, "SOPHIE GET BACK HEERUNNNGGHHH!" The word 'here' turned into some animal groan of pain that was mostly lost in the loud 'THUD' of the chair crashing off the back of her skull. Watching the redhead crumble to the mat, a smiling La Gata Diabla tossed the chair away a second before the distracted ref (Maeve and Moira had that sort of effect on people) could turn around and catch her in the act of dumping the evidence.

Feigning innocence, Gata helped Tiburon to her feet and looked her in the eye. Making sure the other blonde's gaze was lucid; Gata smiled even wider and drew a thumb across her throat. Getting the picture, La Pequena Tiburon yanked a semi-coherent Cynthia to her feet and stood behind her. Lacing both hands across the redhead's chin, Tiburon waited until Gata was standing in front of them and a few feet away. Dropping into her stance, the Hellcat lined up her shot and sneered, "Time to bleed, Cynthia Mitchell." In the blink of an eye she hopped forward and shot her right leg out, catching Cynthia directly in the face with a resounding Super Kick. Even before the kick connected, Tiburon left her feet in a hop of her own, tucking both knees snugly against the redhead's upper back. The instant the Super Kick hit home was the same instant Tiburon yanked back on Cynthia's chin, yanking her off her feet only to be bent sadistically across Tiburon's knees by the Lungblower she called 'El Reyo.'

Up on the ramp, Sophie was only about a dozen feet from Maeve and Moira when she heard the Superkick echo through the arena. Fear and understanding suddenly flooded Sophie's face and with one final venomous glance at the Irish blonde's, she whirled around on her heel and sprinted towards the ring. Watching Sophie rush to her sister's aide. Moira chuckled and said, "Well that worked just like you thought it would. Do you think she'll be able to break up the three?"

Smiling coldly, Maeve replied, "Not a chance. C'mon, we're done here."

With that she and Moira headed back through the curtain, leaving the Mitchell's to fend for themselves.

Back in the ring, Gata knew the double team had finished Cynthia off; all she had to do was keep Sophie out of it while Tiburon got the cover. Looking at her partner, she said, "Sientese en su cara." which the Little Shark did readily enough, kneeling down besides Cynthia's head and scooting forward until her leather clad butt was resting snugly against the younger Mitchell's mouth and nose. Grinding away in lurid circles, Tiburon clawed and tore at Cynthia's breasts while the ref made the count.

'ONE' Sophie was still ten feet from the ring.

'TWO' she threw herself forward in a desperation lunge under the bottom rope.

'THREE' Gata intercepted the larger blonde, pulling her up to her knees just so she could grind her crotch into Sophie's face, not so much as a distraction but just one final bit of salt in the blonde's wounds.

Groaning in rage and disappointment as the announcer proclaimed the luchadora's the winners, Sophie shoved Gata away and exploded to her feet. Moving quicker than she had any right to, Sophie grabbed Gata with one hand and a rising Tiburon with the other. With one smooth, violent twist of her hips, she flung the victorious blondes over the top rope to the floor, letting them land in an ungraceful pile on the mats. Turning her attention back to Cynthia, Sophie hurried over to her sibling and helped the redhead to her feet. Holding her in a loose, one armed embrace, Sophie said, "I'm sorry, Cynth. Maeve and Moira really got into my head. Are you ok?"

Rubbing the back of her head, Cynthia opened her eyes and muttered, "I think so. Did you get the Kane's?"

Sophie was about to respond when an angry voice from the floor called, "Hey douchebags, over here!"

Sophie and Cynthia glared towards the sound and found a smirking Gata and Tiburon watching them from the floor. Flipping some hair from her eyes, Gata sneered, "You two losers wrestle like shit, but somehow, you managed to get through the match without bleeding, and that means Tiburon wants a rematch. And I wouldn't mind grinding my ass into both of your faces again. So what do you bitches say? You got the guts to face us again?"

Stalking over to the edge of the ring, Sophie and Cynthia leaned over the top ropes, getting as close to their new rivals as they could. Beckoning Gata back in the ring, Sophie snarled, "Anytime you and the fish want another beating, look us up. We'll see how tough you are when you don't have chairs or the leprechauns helping you out."

Picking up where her sister left off, Cynthia locked eyes with Tiburon and whispered, "I'm gonna taste your blood Flipper." The Little Shark remained silent but you could tell her mind was already churning with the myriad possibilities of scoring the redhead's flesh.

Swatting Sophie's outstretched hand away, Gata put her a hand on Tiburon's shoulder and said, "We'll wait for next time. No sense it destroying you twice in one night." Having said her piece, she turned around and headed slowly up the ramp.

Tiburon stayed just long enough to smile evilly and spit, "Douchebag." before she too whirled around and sauntered up the ramp behind her partner.

Standing in the confines of the ring, Cynthia smiled at her sister and said, "Looks like we've got leprechauns and luchadora's to deal with now. Which ones should we go after first?"

Shaking her head, Sophie answered, "It doesn't matter, but whoever it is, they're going to be a very persuasive message to the others. We're going to get our belts back one of these days Cynthia and leaving those four losers piled up on Bethany Christian's doorstep is going to make a compelling argument."

WINNERS: La Gata Diabla & La Pequena Tiburon