The crowd waited expectantly as the arena lights dimmed. Then the spotlight fell on the head of the ramp.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! STACY--THE CHEERLEADER--MOOOOORRRE!!!"

Kim Wylde's "The Kids in America" burst from the louderspeakers and the crowded roared as the beautiful brunette burst from behind the curtains. If Stacy had been discouraged by her first loss (to Shannnen Dennehy), she certainly seemed to be concealing it well. A bright smile beamed from her face and she took up a quick chant:

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! YOU'RE SO FINE!/ I'M GONNA MAKE KIORA MINE!"

The crowd laughed and cheered. Stacy posed for a moment. She was wearing her custom cheerleader outfit: a dark blue pleated skirt with orange and white trim across the bottom, with a "baby cut" top of dark blue with CHEERLEADER stitched across her swelling bosom in orange lettering. Underneath were dark blue cheer briefs with an orange STACY across her trim bottom. Bright white socks and tennis shoes completed the adorably sexy outfit.

Stacy then cartwheeled, flipped and strutted her down to the ring. She slapped hands with a few lucky fans on the aisle and even exchanged cheers with a a group of local cheerleaders who had turned out in their uniforms to show their support. Sliding smoothly into the ring, Stacy did a few more routines and stretching moves, then took up a cordless microphone.

"HEY, KIORA!/ COME OUT AND FIGHT! / LET'S GIVE THE FANS ONE GREAT NIGHT!"

The crowd started to cheer in response, but this was cut short by a blast of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". The crowd fell into silence as though on cue and into the darkness came the spotlight. It fell on a figure who now stood slouched at the head of the ramp.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! KIORRRRAAA DONNNAAVVOOONN!!!"

Kiora was wearing a ripped and torn QUEEN concert t-shirt and equally ill-used denim jean shorts. Grubby athletic shoes completed the ensemble. Yet disheveled as she looked, there was an undeniable exotic sexiness about the young woman. Suddenly, a second person joined Donavon--it was the redhaired Miriam Gaiman. Miriam slid her arm seductively around Kiora's waist as the two nuzzled each other. Just as suddenly, Miriam had vanished behind the curtains and Kiora sauntered down to the ring.

The crowd reacted to all this with a mixture of hoots, whistles and even a few cheers somewhere in the darkness. Kiora paid no heed to any of it. She walked to the ring with a deliberate, self-contained sensuality. Like a cat she moved into the ring where the referee and Stacy Moore awaited her. She walked up to the cheerleader, who helpfully extended a second cordless microphone.

"Hi, I'm Stacy Moore," the perky young woman said.

Kiora took the microphone: "And I am Kiora. You bore me already."

Stacy didn't seemed bothered: "Oh, don't worry, you won't be bored for long."

Suddenly a murmur went through the crowd. Miriam Gaiman had somehow appeared at ringside and was leaning on the edge of the ring. Kiora looked over at her. Miriam seemed to be studying something. Stacy Moore suddenly realized it was her. Miriam nodded and exchanged sly smiles with Kiora. The referee came over and shooed Miriam back, though she only retreated a short distance and stood there smirking. Donavon looked back at Stacy.

"Yes, perhaps you won't be boring for long," she said with a sinister tone in her voice.

Stacy smiled back. She remembered the words of her trainer Aggie Montrose: "Don't let her distract you with her mind games."

"You don't scare me," Stacy said (still keeping the smile).

"I will," Kiora said simply and handed her microphone to the ref. Stacy quickly followed suit and kept a wary eye out for a sneak attack. Kiora saw this and smiled.

"Getting scared yet?"

"No!" Stacy retorted, but the tension was in her voice.

The referee signaled the timekeeper. The bell rang: DING! DING! The crowd burst into cheers and the two small young women (Kiora was 5'4 to Stacy's 5'3) took aim at one another very rapidly. Stacy wasted little time in launching a fast attack, apparently going for a flying crossbody, but then turning this into a sudden flying clothesline that whipped Kiora off her feet and down hard on her back. Stacy eagerly mounted the ropes and sailed over the fallen Donavan in a jaw-dropping somersault body splash. At least it would have been a body splash if Kiora's body had been there when it landed. Unfortunately, for the Cheerleader, her opponent neatly rolled aside and let Stacy crash onto the canvas with an "OOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!" They heard Stacy gasp in the back row of the arena the air blew out of her lungs.

Kiora then coolly let the dazed Stacy try to pull herself to knees, then she took up a position in front of Moore and hauled her up for a DDT. Stacy crunched into the mat, but her strong athletic body responded to the crisis--as Kiora confidently closed a follow up attack, Stacy sprang to life, sweeping out with her leg and knocking Donavan down to the mat. Stacy then lurched to her feet and stumbled away, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her brain.

Kiora bounced back to her feet. She approached Stacy and lashed out with a kick aiming at her right knee. Stacy saw it coming, dodged and drove a hard punch into Kiora's extended right thigh. Kiora didn't seem to move the leg with quite so much mobility after that and she didn't look happy about it.

Stacy was rapidly planning a counterattack of her own. Seeing Kiora slowing down, she bounced off the ropes and launched herself in a true crossbody block. Thanks to her earlier feint, Kiora was a tad too slow in timing her response and so was sent to the mat with Stacy atop her. They hit hard and Stacy quickly stretched out Kiora's arms, trying to apply a crossbody pin.

"ONE... "

"TWO... "

"TH--KICKOUT!!!"

Kiora had managed to kick out of the pin. She got to her feet and gave Stacy a chilling smile. Stacy just gave her the hardest look she could manage.

"When you going to start being scary?" She taunted Kiora.

"Soon," Kiora replied.

Kiora then faked a kick and caught Stacy with a forearm smash to the jaw that had the Cheerleader reeling. Kiora swiftly followed this up with a kick to the belly to double her up and then hoisted her up in a vertical suplex that brought Stacy crashing hard into the mat once more. Kiora then hit the fallen girl with a double stomp as she tried to rise and followed that up with a piledriver.

It was looking very bad for Stacy Moore as she lay on the mat after the piledriver, dimly aware that Kiora was gripping her hair. Stacy then realized she was being dragged face-down across the canvas . As her eyes cleared, she saw that Miriam Gaiman was ahead of her leaning on the edge of the mat with an elaborately blank look on her face. Before Stacy could quite grasp what all this meant, she was suddenly hauled to her knees facing Miriam.

Kiora never said a word. She stood there with a firm grasp on Stacy's hair as the girl kneeled before Miriam. Miriam looked at Stacy and shook her head. Kiora shrugged and yanked Stacy back towards the center of the ring.

By now, Stacy had regained her senses and was trying to get free of Kiora's hairlock. The referee finally came to her rescue and, with some reluctance, Kiora finally released the grip and Stacy tried to regain her feet. However, Kiora's left foot caught her square in the dark blue cheer briefs and she was sent stumbling forward onto her face.

The audience exploded in a mixture of boos and laughter. Stacy Moore's face burned. Kiora Donavon wasn't just beating her, she was humiliating her!

Kiora was coming after her, but before she could strike again, Stacy did a quick forward roll, then spun around and shot to her feet. The on-charging Kiora was caught by surprise as Stacy drove her shoulder HARD into Kiora's midsection and then her arms encircled her. Stacy kept charging forward until she had rammed Kiora back-first into the nearest turnbuckle. Then she drove several good hard knee lifts into Kiora's bruised belly muscles.

Next, Stacy struck with a northern lights suplex and she took great satisfaction at hearing Kiora Donavon actually go:

"OOOOOOFFFFFFF!!!!".

Stacy followed that up with a back flip that ended with a body splash onto Kiora. Kiora shuddered, tried to rise, but seemed too stunned.

"Now it's your turn to be scared!" Stacy hissed at her and she eagerly mounted the nearby ropes.

Stacy used her surperb balance to pose atop the ropes. The crowd's cheers poured down on her. She looked down at Kiora and smiled triumphantly as their eyes briefly locked. She was sure she saw Kiora flinch--just a little. Then Stacy launched herself in her finisher "The Cheer Up"--a front flip into a senton bomb--aiming her butt at Kiora's limp body.

Stacy was in midair and coming down fast when she heard the crowd scream and saw her "victim" rolling away--again!

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Stacy cried in fury at having been suckered TWICE by Kiora.

WHAMMMMMM!!!!

Stacy's butt hit the mat with an impact that shot straight up her spine. This was followed an instant later by Kiora's kick to the jaw that laid her out flat on her back and then the shattering force of Kiora doing a leaping body splash as a follow up. Kiora pumped a couple of shots into the fallen girl's ribs, then pulled her up for a german suplex. That blow left Stacy glassy-eyed.

Kiora dropped both knees onto Stacy's chest and kneeled there. The referee dropped down waiting for the pin. Kiora held up a finger in a "Please wait!" gesture. She then reached back and applied a clawhold to the center of the dark blue cheer briefs. Stacy reacted sluggish. Kiora looked over the referee's shoulder and nodded at Miriam Gaiman, who nodded back. Kiora then turned to the ref:

"Count!"

The gentleman did: "ONE... TWO... THREE!!!! THE WINNER!!!"

DING!! DING!!

The crowd booed as Kiora rose to her feet astride the beaten and semi-conscious Stacy. Kiora raised her arms once in victory and then got down to business. She hauled Stacy by the hair over to where Miriam Gaiman leaned against the ring. She dumped Stacy face-first in front of Miriam, who calmly stripped off Stacy's cheerleader top, while Kiora took care of the skirt. Both these garments were tossed aside. Stacy was left now in her dark blue cheer briefs and matching sports bra, though the bra was the next to be snatched off by Miriam and tossed aside. Then Kiora and Miriam proceeded to try to drag Stacy out of the ring.

"Wh-wh--what are you doing?" Stacy cried.

"Taking you with us," Kiora told her.

"Scared now?" Miriam asked.

Stacy felt a surge of panic, but her battered body refused to help her defend herself any further. She could only see Kiora and Miriam's sinister faces above her.

"HOLD ON YOU PERVS!"

A familiar voice suddenly boomed out of the loudspeaker system. Stacy felt a surge of hope.

"YEAH, IT'S ME AGGIE MONTROSE! YOU WON KIORA--YOU AND YOUR GAL FRIEND HAVE HAD YOUR FUN! NOW LET STACY ALONE AND BE SATISFIED WITH THAT!"

Stacy was dimly aware that Kiora and Miriam had left her and were moving towards the ramp. She shook her eyes clear and saw that it was Aggie. The six-foot veteran wrestler was backed up by Angelita, the silver and white masked star of Mexican wrestling. The four women came together and stared at each other for a long moment, then Miriam suddenly shrugged and moved on up the ramp with Kiora close behind, seeming to have forgotten all about Stacy.

As for Stacy, she had managed (with the help of the referee) to recover her top and cover herself by the time Aggie and Angelita got into the ring to assist her. The three of them then made a somewhat triumphant exit to the supportive cheers of the crowd, but Stacy was not deluded.

"I'm sorry, Aggie, I really blew this one," Stacy sighed.

"Yeah, you did, but we'll talk about it later," Aggie said.

"You had a close call, Stacy, those were two very bad women," Angelita observed.

"Thank you," Stacy said, "you're the ones who saved me."

"Next time, make sure we don't have to," Aggie replied and Stacy nodded.

WINNER: Kiora Donavon