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 knicks had healed up. As she tugged her black athletic bra down over her bare breasts, she imagined that beautiful blonde face of the Colorado Belle, Jeanette Lansdale, 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.

Stepping stones... that's what they all were now, stepping stones on the way to taking that fat little Pug Chrissy Daniel's belt. Shannen was standing on the last gravestone... uhh.. stepping stone ... Stacy Moore, and she was looking ahead to Jeanette Landsale. Just another stepping stone, she told herself. First a rookie, and then a veteran... Bethany was making sure that Shannen had the tools and the makings of a champion. Shannen truly believed that for the first time.

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 of 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 stepping 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.

It was time, as Bethany's hand-picked music beckoned her for her return.

"I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease"

As the grinding strains of Nickelback play over the PA system, a resoundingly favorable ovation joins the tune, heralding the Jeanette Lansdale encore performance in her FAWN comeback. And not only does Bethany's hand-picked music remain, the CEO's personal choice of Jeanette's ring gear--an extremely revealing pink thong bikini--remains as well. Twin pillars of white pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as Jeanette steps out from the back and walks toward the ring. The butterflies in her stomach are evident as the stunning blonde seems to lack just a bit of the fluid grace her fans remembered. Jeanette's hair is free and flowing, out of its usual tight ponytail, her beautiful face set in a strained smile. She waves to the fans on her way down to the ring, posing seductively with her hands on her hips. The very embodiment of sexy athleticism, she leaps up on the ring and enters. Jeanette stretches in the ring, readying herself for combat. Her last outing had been an extremely rude welcome home, and Shannen Dennehy was potentially an even bigger obstacle: possessing roughly Trish Lankford's size, but with far more experience in using those tools inside of FAWN.

Hopefully, history would not repeat itself.

The bell rings, and both women venture out of their corners. Shannen's face wears an expression of supreme confidence as she cast her gaze down slightly, to meet Jeanette's eyes. Once upon a time, the Colorado blonde would have returned that steely gaze with her own. But, though she tried, there was no masking the lingering uncertainty within her.

Still, Jeanette threw herself into a collar and elbow tie up, struggling against the bigger blonde. She holds her own for several moments, but eventually, Shannen begins to back her up. Grudgingly, Lansdale retreats, one step, then two... Finally, her back touches the turnbuckles, and the ref orders a break. Shannen begins to raise her arms as the official separates them, but then lashes out, raking her fingernails across Jeanette's eyes.

The smaller blonde hisses, cursing herself inwardly. She should have seen that coming. But she hadn't expected it this early. Reaching out with her left hand, Dennehy cups Jeanette's chin, raising Lansdale's head up and opening up her chest for a ringing chop that immediately has her flesh nearly matching her bikini.

"You're yesterday's news, Jeanette," Dennehy sneers. "After I win tonight, no one's even going to remember you."

Taking Jeanette's wrist, Shannen whips her opponent toward the opposite corner. Or rather, tries to. To Dennehy's surprise, Lansdale reverses it, sending the bigger blonde slamming into the turnbuckles. Shannen strikes hard with a loud "Oooph!", but her troubles are only just beginning. Reflexively, her eyes had closed when she hit the corner, and they opened just in time to see Jeanette plowing a shoulder into her midsection.

"Whoof!" Shannen exhales, her body folding across Jeanette's ramming shoulder. Lansdale pulls away, only to deliver another shot to Shannen's belly. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth. Finally satisfied, Jeanette steps away, allowing a clearly winded Dennehy to stumble a couple of strides out of the corner. The smaller blonde then moves in again, grabbing Shannen's head and taking her down with a swinging neckbreaker.

Some might have gone for the pin at that point, but Jeanette doesn't even consider it. Beating Shannen would require much more than that. Instead, she takes a handful of hair and hauls Shannen back up, and then pulls the big blonde into a tight bearhug.

"At least I'm remembered now," Jeanette scolds her trapped foe, a squeeze of her powerful arms drawing a gasp from Dennehy's lips. "What about you? What have you ever done, other than ride your sister's coattails to a tag title oh so long ago. You're nothing more than a footnote, Shannen--and that's what you'll always be."

Jeanette tightens her embrace once more, and Shannen throws her head back with a moan. But she keeps her wits about her. Raising her arms, Dennehy boxes the smaller blonde's ears twice in quick succession, forcing Lansdale to release her. For the second time, Shannen rakes her talons across Jeanette's eyes. This time, though, as the blinded blonde raises her hands to rub her eyes, Dennehy follows up with a swift knee lift between Jeanette's legs.

Lansdale's eyes cross, her jaw falling slack as her knees buckle, sending her pitching into Shannen's arms. Deftly, Dennehy scoops Jeanette up, folding her right leg back at the knee before delivering a shinbreaker that crumples the former champ to the mat. Lansdale rolls onto her belly, reaching for her aching knee, but immediately Shannen begins delivering stomp after stomp to the back of the downed blonde's vulnerable joint. Jeanette tries to drag herself away, but Shannen won't be denied, stomping down again and again, her heel driving into the cap as the smaller blonde rolls herself over.

Bringing the barrage to a close, Shannen lifts Jeanette's legs by the ankles, holding her legs open wide with a wicked grin. Jeanette raises her hands pleadingly, even though she knows they'll have little effect. And indeed they don't, as Dennehy drops both knees between Jeanette's legs, causing Lansdale's whole being to explode in agony.

Biting back sobs, Lansdale curls up on her side, her right hand massaging her throbbing knee while her left hand plunges between her thighs. "I think you'll be remembering me after tonight, blondie," Shannen taunts, uncoiling the ball her battered foe had become before locking her into a Boston crab.

"Uuuuuhhhgggaaaawwwwdd," Jeanette wails as her back is bent cruelly. But when the ref asks if she wants to give up, Lansdale vigorously shakes her head. She couldn't submit. Not after the way Trish had destroyed her. Not after the way Lankford had taken her apart. The last thing she could do was throw in the towel in her next match out. But as Shannen bounced down a little more on Jeanette's back, she realized she wouldn't have much choice in the matter if she didn't escape this crab soon.

Groaning, the tormented blonde claws her way to the ropes, finally managing to grasp the bottom cable. "REF!" Jeanette screams, as Shannen keeps the crab in place for the count of four before finally releasing it. Dennehy steps away, arms raised in innocence as Jeanette breathes a sigh of relief. She was still in trouble, having to use the ropes to pull herself up. But at least she was free of the crab.

But as the ref turns to check on Lansdale, Shannen charges back to the ropes, knocking the official off his stride before shoving Jeanette's throat down across the middle rope. Lansdale's feet pound the canvas, her eyes bugging out as Shannen pushes down with all her strength.

"ONE," the ref barks.

"TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!"

Shannen pulls back, allowing a wheezing Lansdale to greedily suck in air, still slumped over the middle rope. Once more, Shannen raises her arms in a display of innocence as the referee admonishes her, backing away from Jeanette. And once more, the moment he turns back to Lansdale, Dennehy springs into action. Charging into the opposite ropes, Shannen rebounds back at the crumpled former champion at full speed before jumping onto the downed blonde's shoulders. Gripping the top rope, the cowgirl rides Jeanette against the middle rope, one leg on either side of Jeanette's head as she brings her full 150lbs down across Lansdale's shoulder blades again and again and again.

"ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!"

Shannen dismounts her mare, allowing Jeanette's body to pour off the ropes into a puddle at the big blonde's feet. With deliberate movements, she reaches down, scooping Jeanette off the mat and into her arms. She holds Lansdale's body against her chest as she turns away from the ropes. And then she drops to one knee, slamming Jeanette's anguished back across her outstretched thigh.

Lansdale offers a piteous moan, before Shannen disdainfully shoves the broken blonde off her knee. Rising, she scoops Jeanette up a second time, dropping to one knee again. This time, though, she sends her rival down stomach first, her knee impaling the blonde's belly. "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jeanette exhales loudly, pretty much all the air expelled from her lungs by the brutal stomachbreaker.

Rather than shove Jeanette away again, this time Shannen allows the speared blonde to remain folded across her knee. Too concerned with recovering her breath, Lansdale offers no protests or defense as Dennehy slides her pink thong down her hips. Hauling Jeanette up with her, Lansdale facing away, Shannen wraps her arms around her victim's waist and then takes her over with a textbook belly to back suplex. Jeanette skids across the canvas before coming to rest in a heap.

Dennehy stalks over to her prey, pulling Jeanette up by her bikini top, the garment ripping free just as Lansdale regains her feet. Quickly discarding the torn top, Shannen pulls Jeanette close again, the battered blonde's back again pressing against Shannen's tummy. Pinning Jeanette's arms to her side, Shannen wraps her arms around her adversary's waist. "A little lesson, Jeanette. THIS is how you bearhug someone."

Not giving the overwhelmed ex-champ time to digest her warning, Shannen squeezes with all her might, lifting Lansdale's feet off the mat with her rib crushing bearhug. "GGUUUUUHHHHHH!" Jeanette moans, her head lolling forward, her arms trying to power free of Shannen's embrace but simply lacking the strength. Vindictively, Shannen grinds her doubled up fists into Lansdale's yielding midsection, pouring even more pressure into the bearhug.

Still holding Jeanette off the canvas, Shannen rushes toward the nearest corner, sandwiching Lansdale's naked body between her and the turnbuckles. Only then did she releases her bearhug.

But she didn't release Jeanette.

Instead, spinning the glazed eyed blonde around, Dennehy whips her into the opposite corner, Lansdale not having a reversal up her sleeve this time. Sprinting in behind her, the big cowgirl flattens her obliterated foe with a corner splash that sends a shudder through Jeanette's entire body, the beaten blonde's head slumping into Shannen's bosom.

Shannen smirks as she pushes Jeanette's head away, using her belly to keep Lansdale in the corner. "Patience," she coos, removing her sportsbra. "Not long now."

And, sure enough, Shannen then pulls Lansdale's face into her abundant cleavage.

Lansdale's body thrashes, arms alternately flailing and pushing futilely against Shannen's torso as Dennehy backs out of the corner with the smothered Jeanette still held tight. But within moments, her movements grow slower and weaker, her knees buckling. Jeanette's body falling limp, she starts to sag to the mat, Shannen allowing her to her knees while keeping the Milk Run still in place.

"Check her," the cowgirl barks, and the official dutifully does as he's told. Jeanette's arm falls once...

Twice...

Three times.

DING! DING! DING!

As the PA announces Shannen's victory, Dennehy continues to keep Jeanette in the Milk Run, enjoying the feel of Lansdale's slumbering face between her breasts. The ref threatens to reverse his decision as the bell continues to ring, Shannen finally allowing Jeanette her freedom at the count of four. Once Lansdale collapses to the mat, Dennehy places a cowboy boot atop Jeanette's heaving, exposed chest.

Just like the stepping stone she had been.

WINNER: Shannen Dennehy