The crowd stirred expectantly as the arena lights went down and then out. The voice of the announcer boomed out:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING: JAN DELGADO!!!"

A spotlight stabbed into the darkness and "Promiscuous" by Nelly Fertado and Timbaland began to play. With a dramatic sweeping aside of the curtains, Jan Delgado appeared and waved to the crowd which responded with a roar of approval. She posed for a moment, letting the fans drink in her baby blue tank top with "BITCH BUSTER" emblazoned across her bosom and a plaited plaid micro-mini skirt. She kicked up one white tennis shoe-clad foot (showing off her dark blue panties in the process). Then with a shake of her raven-tressed ponytail, she marched with determination down the ring.

At the curtains, Jan's partner Sara Miles briefly appeared and called out: "GO GET HER, JAN!"

Jan laughed and waved back at Sara. Then she strode along the long aisle, her ponytail bouncing, and pausing to slap hands with a fortunate few fans. Jan was determined to make people forget about her disasterous showing against La Gata Diabla and La Pequena Tiburon. The cheers of the crowd made her know she could do that tonight against the dangerous Dominique Daly.

Jan reached the ring steps and mounted them swiftly. She stepped smoothly between the ropes and walked to her corner. Here she paused to do a few last minute stretches. She had just finished checking her ponytail when the lights went down again. Jan swallowed, but leaned back casually against the turnbuckle.

Red, white and blue spotlights swirled through the audience as the Olympic "Fanfare for the Commom Man" erupted from the sound system. The crowd knew what this meant.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: PRESENTING DOMINIQUE DALY!!!"

The crowd erupted in a chorus of boos, knowing full well no Olympic hero was about to appear. The glaring white beam of the spotlight now fell upon a tight, tiny figure. The music had quickly faded, as did the blue and white lighting which ceded to glowing red that filled the ramp and ring. Red pyro burst in a line in front of the tiny figure.

Now the techno-beat of Vitamin C's "The Itch" pump through the audience as the spotlight revealed an exotic little brunette with smoky gray-green eyes and ethnic hints from all over the Pacific Rim, Dominique Daly was clad in a red cami leotard, her tawny arms, legs and feet bare as well as large swaths of her midriff from several rips and tears in the skin-tight spandex. Domininque's long dark hair was pulled back into a soft ponytail that bobbed as she pumped her right arm to the beat. She swayed to the music, her taut little backside swiveling deliciously as she rotated in a circle. Then, at last, she moved forward, her arms raised high despite a cascade of jeers, boos, and catcalls.

Domi paid no attention to all the hostility. She took a tumbling run down the ramp with backsprings ending with a back tuck flourish. Since the crowd's booing only increased she added a smirk and dual middle finger display to show them she still considered herself a 10. The crowd did not disappoint--they let go with both lungs as the prideful pixie turned her back.

Then Dominique spotted a small cadre of still-faithful "Domi-Nation" loyalists. One man held up a sign:

"JAN'S A SKIDMARK BETWEEN THE COWBOY AND THE INDIAN!"

Domi gratefully leaned over the barrier to give the man with the sign a smooch that had him gasping for air once she finally released him.

Moving on, Domi's happy mood was quickly soured when another placard was rudely shoved in her face:

A DOSE SO-CAL LATINA WILL BURN DOMI TO A CRISP!"

Worse, on the next poster was a full color photo spread of Juliet Bloodwind cutting off Domi's ponytail! Enraged, Domi tried to dive over the railing to get at the man who held the sign, but he was too quick for her. As he scampered back, other Jan Delgado fans burst out laughing. Filled with rage and frustration, Domi unleashed a massive spitball that splattered across the sign waver's face. As the man wiped the loogie off in disgust, Domi smiled and turned away.

Leaving the losers behind, Domi now reached the ring and vaulted over the ropes with room to spare, her body moving as though it were on hydraulic springs. Domi could relax now, she always felt she was within her environment here at center stage, with the spotlight enveloping her.

The crowd was derisively chanting: "DAUM-ME! DAUM-ME!". Domi ignored them. She pretended to ignore the raven-haired Latina leaning against a corner, watrching her, but Domi was very much aware of her. It was really for Jan Delgado's benefit that she did her pre-fight bouncing and stretching, showing the girl soon her body would be a platform for Dominique to use to demonstrate her victory over Lacey Montoya was no fluke.

Dominique's pre-fight finale was a beautifully executed forward flip that landed her within inches of Jan Delgado. The Latina never blinked an eye. She merely gave Domi a slight smile and informed her:

"You couldn't win the gold in Athens, chica, and you won't win this match!"

Dominique managed to surpress a scowl and instead gave Jan a smirking smile. She looked down at Jan's right knee.

"How's the knee? Heard you turn all yellow when somebody twists on it enough."

Jan didn't surpress a scowl. She glared into Domi's gray-green eyes and told her: "Keep it up, chica, I don't have a problem dishing it right back to you."

"That so?" Domi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you ladies ready to begin?" The referee suddenly interjected. Domi and Jan both nodded and the man signaled the timekeeper. The bell rang and the match commenced.

Domi and Jan circled each other quickly. Suddenly, Jan struck first with a leaping snap mare that plainly caught Domi by surprise. As Jan's feet slammed into Daly's little body, she was slammed backwards onto the canvas. Domi bounced up quickly as Jan closed in to attempt to follow up her aggressive first. Domi was able to hook Delgado's arm and fall with it in a well done armdrag take down. Domi followed this up with a somersault legdrop that sent Jan crunching backdown to the canvas. Domi then attempted to roll Jan up in a matchbook pin for a quick victory, but the Latina put a foot into Domi's midsection and shoved her back.

Jan leaped to her feet and unleashed a flying clothesline that sent Domi reeling against the rope. The ropes then flung Domi forward where Jan caught her up in a surprise powerbomb. Daly hit the canvas hard and rolled over on her back. Jan leaned down and yanked her up by the ponytail.

"'No!" Domi cried to herself and drove her knee up into Jan's crotch. She had the satisfaction of seeing the Latina stumbled away, clutching at herself.

"Get her!" Domi told herself and she charged forward to execute a flying headscissors that flung the Latina to the mat like a pile of wet laundry.

Domi then let Jan get to her knees while she mounted the ropes for a missle dropkick.

She leaped, but Jan suddenly rolled aside and Domi hit the mat with painful force. Worse, Jan sprang at her with a flying elbow that caught the side of Daly's head and rang it like a bell.. Domi was still trying to shake this off when she suddenly discovered Jan had wrapped her legs around her midsection and was scissoring it with unpleasantly surprising force.

"You are going down, chica, you are going down!" Jan hissed into Domi's ears.

"No! NO! NO!" Domi was muttering to herself, trying to fight against the Latina's crushing legs.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Jan taunted and poured more strength into the scissors.

Domi began to thrash furiously against those crushing legs. Jan struggled to keep it in place. She threw some punches at Domi's upper body and Domi howled in rage. She lunged forward and sank her claws into Delgado's raven black hair. Then she spat into the Latina's face. This enraged Jan, who raked the claws of her right hand across Domi's face, but Domi kept digging into Jan's scalp. Jan finally got her hands on Domi's wrists and tried to pull them away from her scalp. Unfortunately, in doing this, Jan's scissors around Daly's body weakened. Domi got a her right leg free and drove her knee upward and caught Jan hard on the sternum. Jan grunted and Domi kicked her way free, Jan being forced to release ex-Olympian's wrists and falling onto her back.

Domi was furious at the close call. She stomped on Jan to soften her up. Then she dragged the Latin up and nailed her an inverted atomic drop. Jan lay curled on the mat, moaning and holding herself.

"Not feeling so good? Well, let's see if I can't give you something to take your mind off it!" Domi sneered and grabbed Jan's right leg, moving to put it into a figure four leglock.

"NOOOOO!!!!" Jan shrieked, memories of La Gata Diabla's leglock flooding into her mind.

"Sorry, let's just see how well that knee has healed," Domi said with an evil leer in gher voice.

Jan stopped shrieking. Her jaw hardened and she glared fiercely at her tormentor. Domi just laughed at this defiance and began to tighten the hold. Jan's faced went pale, but she uttered no sound other than a heavy panting. Domi continued to increase the pressure, she was becoming professionally curious about just when Jan would break this time.

Jan gave a low moan and went limp. Domi laughed: "Some tough girl!"

Suddenly, Jan shot forward and rammed her elbow into Domi's throat. Domi fell sideways gasping for breath. Jan screamed in wordless rage and dropped her knee across Domi's back. Daly smashed forward into the canvas. Jan rolled over over and did a full body splash, then hook Domi's leg.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"TH--" The referee halted as Dominique somehow raised her shoulders off the mat.

Jan slammed the mat in frustration, but released Dominique. Daly rose unsteadily and stood in front of a turnbuckle, shaking her head, just as Jan came pounding towards her aiming to put Domi right back down with a flying sledgehammer. Only Dominique's lightning reflexes saved her as she ducked under the incoming Latina.

THHHHUNNNNKKKKKK!!!!!!

Jan Delgado had slammed headfirst into the ringpost. The post was padded, but it was not enough to save her from a collision with the unyielding metal beneath. Domi had retreated out to the center of the ring, but she could see that her opponent was somehow trying to pull herself back to her feet despite the blow she had just suffered. Domi had no intention of letting Jan escape from her this time. Rage at the stubborn Latina filled her mind and she moved to finish the woman off.

Jan clung desperately to consciousness, only dimly aware of what was going on. She didn't realize she had turned so that her back was to the corner. This was an open invitation for Dominique to use her set-up move "The Daly Double". Domi swiftly moved in and rammed a knee into Jan's already battered groin. Jan was left nearly helpless with pain. This allowed Domi to coolly mount the buckles, then turn Jan so that she faced her. Domi launched herself, flipping over Jan, but grabbing her around the neck as she somersaults forward. The neck snap slammed Jan Delgado into the mat and she lay there groaning, but barely moving.

Now Domi was ready for her finisher: "Striking the Dismount". She mounted the top rope over the helpless Jan and executed a moonsault, but Domi's twist was land with her feet directly on Jan's exposed tummy. Jan jackknifed and collapsed. The crowd groaned sympathetically and booed Dominque, but Daly paid them no heed. Instead she went up in a handstand and dropped her body across Jan's tormented midsection. Only then did she adjust her position and hook Jan's right leg.

"ONE!

TWO!!

"THREE!!!"

"THE WINNER!"

Dominique released the leg and leaped to her feet. It had been a hard-won victory and her victory tumbling runs were performed with a special zest, though the crowd rained it's loud disapproval down on her. She merely waved to the crowd as though they were all firmly behind her and made her final tumbling run. This ended with her crashing down on Jan's midriff in the splits. Domi then leaned over and ripped off Jan's t-shirt. There was a black sports bra under it and Domi happily removed that as well. Domi now moved to a standing straddle looking down at the slowly stirring Latina. Domi then stepped on Jan's bosoms and squished her toes in the malleable flesh. Domi grinned, clearly enjoying herself. Next the ex-gymnast did a backflip to a handstand, arms now on either side of jan's belly. She then cartwheeled to the side and pulled Jan to her feet. That Jan was somehow able to stand seemed awe-inspiring to many in the crowd, but, unfortunately, it merely allowed Domi to execute a cruel, but spectacular finale. She led Jan to the ropes, then jump into a hurricanarana that flipped Delgado over the ropes and down onto the arena floor.

Domi mounted the ropes, looking like she intended to drop the defenseless Jan, but suddenly the crowd broke into cheers as a blonde rescuer rushed down the ramp. It was Jan's partner Sara Miles. Domi shrugged and jumped back into the ring. Sara helped Jan to her feet and somehow got her up the ramp.

"I didn't quit, Sara, I didn't quit," Jan said softly.

"No you didn't. A little better luck and you'd have had that little bitch!" Sara assured her.

Meanwhile, Dominique Daly no longer cared about Jan Delgado. She got a microphone and went up to the ref.

"Raise my hand!" She ordered.

The ref looked surprised, but did it. Domi then raised the microphone to her lips:

"I DEMAND an immediate rematch with Juliet Bloodwind! I have EARNED it! I DESERVE it! I WILL HAVE IT!" She proclaimed.

These bold words provoked a mixed reaction. Some booed. Some (perhaps hoping Juliet would defeat Dominique once again) cheered. Domi just stood there soaking it all in. She was certain once she had avenged herself on Bloodwind, the whole of FAWN would be open to her and the prospect made her hungry with anticipation. She couldn't wait for the chance to destroy Juliet Bloodwind once and for all!

WINNER: Dominique Daly