"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Gillian Lowell with you here, and right now, it's time to look at the latest in FAWN action. Kiora Donavon had appeared to be the newest Unstoppable Force in FAWN, at least until she met the object of her lustful affections in the ring, Miriam Gaiman. Though she tasted defeat in that contest, as far as this reporter is concerned, she certainly proved her mettle. Now she's looking to rebound...

"Sara Miles, on the other hand, has had a decidedly more rough time in FAWN. The youngster has shown a lot of promise, and a lot more heart, but despite having come close a few times, she has struggled to break through. And in Kiora Donavon, things certainly didn't figure to be any easier for her this evening.

"Let's go to the tape..."

We check in early, with Sara off to a fast start. Determined to be aggressive, the taller woman has refused to be intimidated by the enigmatic, exotic beauty, and has taken the fight to her from the start. Slipping behind Donavon, Miles locks in a waistlock that quickly becomes a German suplex. The harsh impact of her shoulder and the back of her skull with the canvas temporary scrambles Kiora's senses, to the point where she does not realize that her adversary has not relinquished her grip around Donavon's waist.

Nor that her shoulders are still pressed to the mat...

ONE...

TWO...

Coming to her senses, Kiora bucks free, and scrambles back to her feet. Unfortunately for her, Sara makes it up a shade quicker, and as the brunette turns to face her foe, she pivots directly into a spin kick that snaps her head back and sends her crashed right back down. Bringing her speed into play, in less than a heartbeat Miles is sprinting for the ropes, leaping onto and propelling herself back from the middle rope, landing across Kiora's abdomen with a lionsault. Maintaining he rposition, she hooks a leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout.

Kiora has but a moment to roll onto her belly following her escape from the pinning predicament, for that's all the time Sara allows her to recover. Sticking to her downed adversary, Miles takes advantage of Kiora's new position, and swiftly goes about securing an STF. The ref kneels beside them, asking if Kiora wants to give up. But this strange little girl offers an equally strange, and not a little unnerving response.

Kiora Donavon laughs. Loudly. And as Sara tries to ratchet up the pressure, Donavon's laughter grows stronger still.

Fast forward...

The tide has turned, thanks to a palm strike to the throat that has Sara gagging, her hands reaching for her neck. As she stumbles away from Donavon, the blonde turns her back on Kiora. And this proves to be a big mistake. Kiora rushes into the ropes, rebounding off them for momentum. Charging back at the bent over blonde, she grabs Sara's head as she sails past, driving her face into the mat with a bulldog that leaves Sara splayed and twitching.

Rather than press her advantage, though, Kiora is content to take a few moments to watch, and bask in the pain she has inflicted upon her opponent. Finally, as Sara pushes herself back to her knees, Kiora advances. Grabbing the hair of the kneeling blonde, Kiora delivers a blindingly swift succession of kicks to Sara's face, each one snapping her head back within the exotic beauty's grasp. One final kick leaves Miles swaying as Donavon releases her grip and steps back... only to send a vicious punt that lands just under Sara's chin, sending the dazed and disoriented blonde crashing to her back, glassy eyed and staring up at the rafters.

With Sara flat on her back, Kiora grabs her by both ankles, lifting her legs high and opening them wide. The fog in Sara's head clears just in time for her to see the glint in the brunette's eyes and to pleadingly raise her arms. But those pleas go for not, as Donavon delivers a headbutt to her foe's groin. Miles sits up, howling as her nether regions explode in untold agony, Sara having just been given a painful firsthand lesson in the truthfulness of the legendary properties of the Samoan headbutt.

Fast forward...

Kiora is still in control with Miles seated in a corner, grinning as she grinds the sole of her bare foot into Sara's face. Pulling away from the groaning, gasping blonde, Donavon skips away from her adversary in a crescent arc, looking almost like an innocent little girl. But as her trajectory brings her back directly in front of Sara, her whole demeanor changes. With a snarl, Kiora sprints back toward Sara, Miles unable to offer a defense before Sara's foot drives into her face once more.

"Bravo."

Kiora freezes for a moment at the sound of that voice, followed by the sound of applause. Turning, her gaze locks on that of Miriam Gaiman, the redhead standing just outside the ring. "I had so hoped our little playtime hadn't tamed you at all," Miriam purrs. "Looks like I'm not disappointed."

Kiora invitingly licked her lips. "I don't know the meaning of the word 'tamed'," she replies. "And with me, you'd never know the meaning of 'disappointed'."

With that said, Kiora turns back to the downed Sara. However, Sara's not all that 'downed' anymore, the blonde lunging for Donavon and taking her down with a spear, her shoulder almost plowing through the brunette's midsection. As they crash to the mat, Sara scoots to straddle Kiora's battered belly, drilling her opponent with a series of closed fists that leave Donavon reeling.

Climbing to her feet, Sara drags Kiora up with her, and backs her into a corner. With a grab of the wrist, Miles sends the dazed dame on a ride across the ring, Donavon's back slamming hard into the buckles of the opposite corner. She doesn't stay there long, however. Having launched herself into a tumbling run almost as soon as she had released her whip, Sara's elbow crashes into Kiora's chest, drawing a loud cheer from the crowd.

Clutching at her chest, Kiora staggers an awkward stride or two out of the corner, and Sara can taste her first singles victory in FAWN. Slipping in behind Donavon, Sara hops up onto the middle turnbuckle. Grabbing Kiora by the hair, she spins the disoriented brunette around, and roughly shoves Kiora's head under her arm. All that's left is for her to swing down from her perch, and the Halo would be complete.

But just as she jumps, her heart freezes. For a set of hands wrap around her ankle...

Sara is still able to send Kiora's head crashing into the canvas, but she's not able to get all of the Tornado DDT. And she herself takes the fall very awkwardly indeed, thanks to the intervention of Miriam Gaiman. Still, the referee hesitates to call for the bell.

At least, he hesitates until Miriam hops onto the apron, and climbs into the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

"Poor, deluded little... whatever your name is, " Gaiman sneers down at the mewling Sara, making sure her feet are on Sara's pooled hair, on either side of the blonde's head. "But seeing as how you took advantage of the conversation I was having with Kiora, it seems only right that I punish your transgression." Bending down, the redhead grabs both of Sara's wrists and hoists her off the mat, at least as far as her boots atop Sara's locks would allow. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Sara's only response is an agonized scream.

The ref steps in, chiding Gaiman, but she pays him no mind. Her attention is focused solely on the recovering Kiora. And as Kiora pushes herself back to her feet, a smirk crosses her lips. Sauntering to the captive blonde, Donavon nudges Sara's straining legs open a little more.

And then she delivers another headbutt below the belt, her forehead smashing between the blonde's legs a fraction of a second before Miriam releases her wrists.

As Sara crumbles to the canvas, rolling onto her side and wedging her hands between her thighs as she curls up in defense, a roar breaks out among the crowd. Having been around long enough to know what that means, Gaiman grabs Kiora by the shoulder, and guides Donavon through the ropes with her, just moments before Jan Delgado slides into the ring.

"C'mon, you twisted bitches!" Jan screams down at the pair, her eyes darting from Donavon to Gaiman. "I'd love to kick your ass again, Red."

Miriam response is a blood-chilling smile. "You'll get to do a number of things involving my ass when next we meet, all under my supervision. But kicking won't be one of them."

With that said, Miriam reached to her side, extending her hand to Kiora. With hardly any hesitation, the brunette entwines her fingers with those of the redhead, and hand in hand the two back up the ramp.

Back in the studio...

"Well, a win is a win. As they say, you don't get style points in this business. But I have to wonder what it means, what we've just seen with Miriam Gaiman and Kiora Donavon. Do we have a new partnership in FAWN? And if so, I shudder to think of the possibly consequences of that unholy union. Fans, we'll be back in just one moment."

WINNER, by DISQUALIFICATION: Sara Miles