This is what the fans had waited for. There was a anxious hush over the crowd. On paper it looked like an easy bout, the classic rookie versus established veteran. In fact, it looked like a squash for POV. Leah Montoya hadn't even been able to conquer little Domi, how could she defeat a FAWN legend? But somewhere in the build-up for this battle Montoya had struck a chord with the audience. Perhaps it was her sister's past, or maybe it was the fact that Portia wasn't the same person after her brutal loss not long ago. Still some felt that Leah actually stood a chance because the Southern girl was just tough as a $2 steak. Or at least, that's how she appeared. As the announcer stepped up, he began to make the official announcements and the crowd applauded.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, she is a former TWO-time FAWN World Champion, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!"

Heavy orchestral chords flow over the loudspeakers until Shirley Manson's distinctive voice blares into the arena atmosphere. The FAWN fanatics rise as one to jump on a rich bitch when she's down. And then, there she is, a torrent of boos loosed upon one Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV. Fortune's Favorite, her shoulder-length mane of strawberry blonde is tossed with a haughty flip. She struts down the aisle to the strains of 'The World Is Not Enough' by Garbage, looking more perturbed than arrogant, steamed than superior. Her hips sway, as she turns the trip into a sashay down the runways of Paris or Milan, or better yet, her beloved Big Apple.

The crowd is a bit taken aback by her attire, VanBuren having forsaken her customary tennis skirt and white lace tanktop for a simple, but far from understated black bikini Portia sporting matching black boots with green dollar signs on the sides of her footwear. Noticeable in its absence, the knee brace that had accompanied recent appearances.

Portia, patrician features held high, barely glances to either side as she makes her way to the ring, doing her best to ignore the flyover farmhands that push against the restraining barriers with a cascade of boos, gleefully loosing their emotions and letting the Long Islander know she's been made Janneke's bitch. One hater pushes close, shoving a sign in Portia's face. 'Baby, are you ready for the Last Rodeo Drive?' Another suggests 'Leah will ride you for three seconds AND MORE.' Portia suggest the fans bite her and the duo seem more than willing to oblige. Finishing her trip down the aisle, Portia appears relieved to arrive ringside, distance restored between her and the hordes of wannabes and losers. The strawberry blonde ascends the ringsteps and slides into the squared circle between the ropes. She saunters to each corner, seeming to revel in the fact that, despite her problems, she was still an object of hatred and scorn. Deep in their collective, corroded hearts, the slugs knew she was still big time, even if Bethany did not. And, in a matter of moments, Leah Montoya would be joining them. The 911 had been in the garage far too long, tonight it was going out for a spin and parking right on Leah's face.

"There she is, a true legend of the women's wrestling scene. Portia Ophelia VanBuren, or POV as he fans know her. She's rebounding from an awful loss to Janneke not long ago, but she's going into a bout with someone who at least statistically, shouldn't be much of a challenge." The ringside commentator speculated. "Of course as many of you FAWN fans know, that's not always the case."

As POV walked around the ring, the referee went over the rules with her. He also patted her down to make sure that she wasn't packing any "surprises" that might give her the edge. When this formality was complete, the audience turned and waited as the announcer began to introduce her opponent.

"And her opponent, from the Lone Star state, Leah MONTOYA!"

The overhead lights flicker then go out all together, leaving the crowd in total but anticipating darkness. With a flare of pyrotechnics, Leah Montoya appears at the top of the ramp as the opening harmonica/steel guitar chords of Kid Rock's "Cowboy" pour out of the sound system speakers. As the crowd burst into cheers, Leah begins her strut down the steel. Dressed in a Texas flag patterned one piece, red leather chaps and prerequisite Stetson, she grinningly bumps and grinds down to ringside on her snakeskin boots as the electric guitar wails.

Once there the saucy Texan does a circuit around the ring, high-fiving fans and giving a select few a peck on the cheek. Finally satisfied she is all business as she slides into the ring, never taking her eyes off of her opponent for an instant and awaits the bell to ring...

"Texas' own cowboy sweetheart, Leah Montoya looks as ready for action as I've ever seen her. She's coming into this bout with a helluva lack of experience to Portia, but she makes up for that with a one inch, and near 20 pound weight advantage." The ringside commentator continued.

The two women circled one another, eyeing their foe up and then the referee called for the bell. Ding, Ding, Ding. Leah starts off strong, boldly walking up to Portia and bumping chests with the former FAWN Heavyweight champion. VanBuren responds with a shove backwards. Both women's egos at their height. Neither girl can afford a loss here, and they both recognize that fact. Portia and Leah lockup dead center in the ring, their collar and elbow tieup quickly becomes a power struggle. The two women lock hands, and try to force the other to their knees. Portia actually gets the early advantage, using her better balence to force Montoya back a few steps and then down to a knee. With the torque in her favor she starts to put the pressure on Leah, trying to bring her down. However, Montoya has the crowd behind her and soon starts to power herself back to a vertical base. Since Leah is considerably stronger, it doesn't take much for her to find her way back to her feet and is soon pushing VanBuren down to her knees. With one great shove, POV hits the canvas, slamming her bad right knee into the mat first. She lets out a "Ohh" and Leah cranks down with the full extra 15 pounds of body weight onto Portia. After a couple of moments in this power struggle, POV decides that perhaps she shouldn't match strength with the newcomer, and headbutts Leah in the midsection to break free. Once Leah Montoya lets go of her death grip, POV rises to her feet and sends a series of round kicks to the legs of Leah. Portia grabs a quick side headlock, and then flips Leah over her side. With Leah grounded, Portia digs the point of her elbow into the skull of her opponent, wearing her down and inflicting an unbearable pain to the cranium. The referee is close to the situation, making sure everything is legal. The moment he turns to check the time on the bout, Portia slides her hands around the throat of Montoya and begins choking her for all she's worth. When the ref turns back around, POV returns to her side headlock and continues to grind away on Leah. Montoya fights her way back to her feet, but Portia keeps the side headlock cinched in. Leah breaks loose and sends POV to the ropes... CLOTHESLINE! Leah turns to the crowd and waves her hands, she's feeling it. As soon as VanBuren gets back up, Leah punches her in the face, whips her to the ropes and nails another clothesline! She's on fire, Portia stands up, but gets kicked in the belly and Montoya whips her halfway across the ring by her hair. Portia goes flying!

"Even though Portia is more experienced, she made a rookie mistake by thinking that she would be able to ground a spitfire like Montoya that easily. Now she's paying for it as Leah is going crazy like a bucking Bronco!" The commentator chimed in.

As Portia stared up at the ceiling lights, she thought for a moment she might have another Janneke Kaiser on her hands. God, she thought to herself... Not again! VanBuren used that motivation to get back to her feet, but before she could respond with any offense, Leah Montoya came crashing into her with a spinning back kick. That Montoya sure was acrobatic. Leah pulled Portia to her feet by her faded blonde hair, and grabbed her around the neck. HANGMAN'S NOOSE NECKBREAKER! Leah Montoya was a riot with the crowd, as POV thought her days as a FAWN legend might be coming to a close. Her blood boiled, but her body fell flat to the canvas. Leah covered her with a lateral pres, ONE! ....TWO! ....Portia refused to give up so easily, and threw her right shoulder into the air!

"Portia VanBuren has been in far too many matches to lose that quickly. Leah Montoya is feeding off this crowd's energy, much like big sister Lacey always did. Yet she better be careful, or she's going to end up on the losing end of this battle. Don't get too ahead of yourself kid!" Our faithful ringside commentary crew put fourth.

Leah waits for POV to stand, and grabs her with a quick arm drag takedown. Portia is getting bounced around like a pinball, and raises back up to her feet only to be caught by Montoya with a SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Leah Montoya grabs Portia's legs, spreads them, and drops down with a legdrop stretching POV to the limit... Texas Spread!!! Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV squeals like a pig in pain, which sends a smile across the face of Leah. She's got her right where she wants her, and dives down with an elbow drop to the chest of VanBuren. Portia up till this point in the match has been utterly dominated, and she can't figure out why. She of course doesn't get much time to think about such affairs as Montoya yanks her to her feet by her strawberry blonde hair, and uses her head like a mallet in whack-a-mole by repeated ramming her face first into the turnbuckles. As Portia stands there on spaghetti legs, Montoya jumps into the air and dropkicks her into the same very turnbuckles. Portia is starting to get tired of eating the buckles, but she just can't seem to get any offense in. Leah scoops her up and bodyslams her down. Perhaps the Achilles heel of Leah Montoya is, she turns to the crowd and yells out to them. They respond with a big cheer, but playing to their admiration has given POV just the opportunity she was looking for. Inside Cradle pins Leah up... ONE!......TWO!.... Barely a kickout by Leah Montoya!

"Portia just caught Montoya sleeping at the wheel! When you've got a credited wrestler like POV in the ring, you don't have time to prance and preen for the fans, no matter how much of an advantage you have. VanBuren can turn a match at a moment's notice." More commentary.

The announcer was right. That quick cradle caught Leah so off guard, that as she stood up, she walked right into the outstretched fist of POV. Portia didn't really like to throw punches, it seemed a bit "below" her, but this redneck piece of crap had embarrassed the former champion long enough. If this cowgirl wanted to scrap, Portia Ophelia would scrap... New Yorker style! She grabbed the dazed Montoya by the side of the head, and lifted her up into the air. Cracking Leah down across her left knee with a backbreaker. She had to be careful to protect her right knee, which Montoya had tried to target early on. Turning Leah over, she jammed a series of open palm strikes to the face. Again, it wasn't typical POV fare, but she wanted to show that if Janneke taught her anything from their debacle, it was to bring the fight no matter what the costs. She pounded into Montoya's head until Leah's face was purple as a plum. Not bruised, just the skin had turned colors from being rapidly smacked over and over. As the regular color started to return to Leah's face, Portia stood her up and drove her right back down with a well timed DDT. Leah Montoya could feel her firm grasp on victory slipping, but she was powerless to stop it. "Going to send you packing back to Lacey, Rook!" Slithered Portia, as she stood over her downed foe. "The Montoya clan is a bunch of quitters, and you'll quit after I'm done with you" She said, then wiping her foot across Leah's face almost dismissing her as a challenger. This brought some much needed wind to Leah's sails, as she stood up swinging, but unfortunately POV expected this and ducked. Lifting Leah into the air, ATOMIC DROP! Montoya holds her injured backside, only to be kicked in the face by Portia's black boots.

"Portia VanBuren is turning this match around with much haste, that's why she's such a decorated champion." The commentator continues.

Portia slid to the outside of the ring, and grabbed both of Leah's feet. She yanked her forward, slamming Montoya crotch first into the steel post. This brought a groan from Leah, and one from the crowd as well. Portia ignored the referee's warning, and did it a SECOND time. This time bringing tears to the eyes of Montoya. As Portia stepped back into the ring, she looked down at her slightly sobbing foe, and drove her knee down into her crotch. Portia Ophelia wanted to show the ladies of FAWN she was back, with a vengeance. She pulled Leah to her feet, then lashed out across her chest with a reverse knife edge chop. Leah Montoya was still holding her injured womanhood, when she felt Portia bitchslap her down.

"VanBuren IV is showing some mean streak here, that's what got her famous and she's turning it up a notch against this rookie, whom may have bitten off more then she can chew." The commentator points out the obvious.

As POV stomps away at Leah with her left foot, Montoya sees her one chance to turn this bout around. The injured right knee of Portia. As VanBuren goes for another big stomp, Leah grabs her left foot, then jams her shoulder into Portia's right leg. POV collapses and Leah uses the time to regroup her battle plan.

"OUCH! That's going to leave a mark. POV has a well documented injury to that leg, and Leah Montoya may be able to exploit it to victory!" An exasperated commentator adds.

Leah turns Portia over into a STF, stretching her leg out and injuring the knee even further. POV quickly gets to the ropes for a break, so Montoya decides to show her athleticism and grabs the bad wheel of VanBuren and dives through the ropes holding it, causing Portia's knee and thigh meat to slam against the thinly padded steel cable with incredible impact. Leah crawls back into the ring, her crotch on fire from POV's attacks. She sees Portia flopping around in the ring holding her badly damaged knee, and Montoya for a moment feels compassion for her opponent. It quickly fades however, and Leah runs up and soccer ball kicks VanBuren right in her readily swelling kneecap. "OH GOD!" yelps POV, as she feels her patella being obliterated. Leah picks up the vanquished socialite, and slams her down to the mat with a monkey flip. She drags Portia into a corner, then signals to the fans.... BRONCO BUSTER! Leah drives her body into POV with great force, then shimmies her hips up and down on POV in a nearly seductive manner. Unfortunately for Leah, she's left her crotch open to attack again and Portia slams her fist right into the flag covered pubic mound of Leah Montoya. As Leah falls to the canvas, Portia reacts like a rabid dog BITING onto the crotch area of Montoya. The referee steps in, trying to pull Portia VanBuren off of Leah's juicy fruits, but by the time he does the damage has been done. Leah's one piece is tattered at the crotch panel, giving a revealing look at her red swollen clitoris. POV begins stomping away at the injured area, until the referee finally pushes her off and gives her a verbal lashing in proper wrestling etiquette.

"I've never seen anything quite like that from Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV. Since her loss to Janneke, she's a changed woman. This isn't the same woman who held that FAWN title twice, she's more... Malicious then ever!" The commentator speculates.

Portia dives onto Leah with a double breast claw, straddling her as she does. Leah fights back, and chokes POV with her hands. The two women roll around on the canvas exchanging kicks, punches and scratches until finally somehow Leah ends up on top. She forearms POV in the face, three times and then stands up. She looks at the injured meat between her legs, and does her best to cover herself up with the ripped portions of her one piece. Portia gets to her feet, and Leah charges into the corner clotheslining her into it. She grabs POV by the back of her head, and signals for her variation of the eight second ride, known as The Last Rodeo. She climbs the ropes, and spins out with the inverted DDT, but POV is able to somehow reverse the momentum and instead of Portia getting DDT'ed she drives Leah Montoya onto her knee, with an inverted atomic drop! Leah's face explodes into pain, as VanBuren jams her crotch into her knee. She shoves Montoya to the ground and hooks the legs...

ONE!

TWO!.....

Leah Montoya by the grace of God gets her shoulder up at two and half!

"I can't believe Leah kicked out!" The commentator adds, and neither can the crowd.

POV is in disbelief as this rookie has taken a heck of a lot of punishment, but keeps coming. Portia pulls Leah to her feet and signals for a piledriver, as she puts Montoya's head between her legs, Leah punches Portia's injured knee and backdrops her. Leah waits for POV to stand up, and lariats her down. She is about to apply a camel clutch on Portia, when VanBuren gouges the eyes. Leah stands up blinded, and Portia runs up to Montoya kicking her dead square in the crotch like she was punting a football. Leah Montoya collapses, holding her womanhood and crying softly. Portia VanBuren shows no sympathy and facesits her opponent, then with Leah's face firmly planted into her sweaty bikini clad crotch and digs into Montoya's crotch with a crotchclaw. It's the POV special, the 911! The referee asks Montoya if she wants to submit, but Leah refuses. Then again her pleas are muffled, as POV rides her face like it was a wild stallion. The referee does notice though that Leah Montoya's feet are kicking and her shoulders are pinned to the mat. With some reluctance, the referee counts... ONE! .... TWO! ......THREEEEEE!

"Here is your winner, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!" The announcer announces over the PA, to a chorus of boos.

Portia slowly stands up smiling. The boos bring her around to life, and she realizes that she's picked up the first big win since her return. Leah is still holding her crotch, gasping for air and offers no resistance as Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV yanks her one piece down over her shoulders. With Leah's orbs in the free clean air, she smacks them side to side roughly. POV the sits atop Leah's face settling back atop Leah for a forward facesit and ride her to satisfaction. "Mmm, that's is Lacey..." Taunts POV as she smothers her foe. "Yeah do a good job Lacey, or is it Leah? Oh I forget which Montoya you where? Doesn't matter you can't compete with the big girls, so just do what you do best... TONGUE ME BITCH!"

After several minutes of a verbal lashing, combined with a brutal facesit and some continued crotch claw action, Portia stands up off her debased opponent. She looks down at a whimpering, defeated Leah Montoya and plants her foot firmly between Leah's exposed breasts. "Don't worry sweety, that orgasm was low in carbs!" She mocks, then turns and struts out of the ring victorious, nose firmly planted in the air, juice dripping from down the inside of her slender, supple legs.

WINNER: Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV