The clang of the bell went virtually unheard by the redlining crowd, but the four ladies who really needed to hear it got the signal just fine, and after the referee made one of those esoteric hand-signals that refs seem to love so much, the match had officially begun. For the first time in their careers, the Sanders Cousins were teaming up and with the high flying pair of Gata and Tiburon as their initial opposition, no one could accuse the blondes of attempting to ease their way into the tag ranks. Giving her younger cousin a final nervous smile, Kylie said, "Don't worry Kris, we've got this."

Receiving nothing but a reluctant nod from the younger Sanders, Kylie turned her attention to the center of the ring, where a sadistically grinning La Gata Diabla was already waiting. Doing her best not to show any signs of the trepidation she felt, Kylie strode over to her rival and dropped into a low, tense crouch.

Before she could even start circling, Gata wiggled her claws at the blonde and purred, "It's admirable that you'd come back for more, after I've destroyed you so many times. And even more thoughtful that you'd bring your cousin. I'm sure Tiburon will LOVE the taste of her blood."

Fearing for what this pair of sadists might do to Kristy, Kylie glared at Gata and fired back, "You and the rest of the Flying Petting Zoo is goin' down Gata. You've beaten me for the last time."

Snarling low in the back of her throat, Gata replied, "Then I'll have to make this worth my time."

As if some silent agreement had been reached, both blondes lunged forward and clinched up in a tight Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. After a few seconds of rough pushing and a few effortful grunts, Kylie shifted her grip and grabbed Gata by the wrist. Before the hellacious feline could muster a counter, Sanders whipped her towards the ropes and patiently for the Luchadora to come sprinting back. The moment Gata was close enough, Kylie shot out her right arm, threaded it under her foe's left armpit and with a quick buck of her hips, hauled Gata off her feet with a quick Hip Toss.

Much to Kylie's chagrin, Gata's landing proved to be as pretty as her takeoff and the luchadora rolled through the momentum of the throw and landed lightly on her feet. In a flash, she's turned back to face Sanders and was leaping off her feet. Less than a second later, Gata's boots landed on Kylie's upper thighs and her hands laced behind the blonde's neck. With a simple tug back, Gata was falling back to the mat and propelling Kylie up and over her with a Monkey Flip. But La Gata Diabla wasn't the only woman in the ring with phenomenal balance as Kylie was about to prove. Keeping her wits about her, Sanders leaned into the Monkey Flip and came out of the flight on her feet, though her landing was sight less graceful than her opponent's had been.

Popping to her feet, Gata had a taunt all ready on her lips but it died when she saw Kylie turning around to resume her attack. Shoving words aside for the time being, Gata stepped forward and drove her right foot up, doubling the older Sanders cousin up with a kick to the gut. Leering happily as she contemplated the pain Kylie would momentarily be in, Gata moved in close to her foe and the scooped her victim up as if going for a basic Body Slam. Holding her foe inverted, Gata positioned Kylie's head between her legs, preparing for the Juvi Driver. Knowing that the match would be all but over if the maneuver connected, Kylie wriggled madly and managed to pull free of her opponent's grip while landing relatively unscathed behind her.

Not giving the Hellcat the opportunity to turn around, Kylie shot forward, wrapped her arms around Gata's waist and clamped down tight. Taking a moment to taunt her struggling adversary, Sanders chided, "Let's get this over and done, shall we?" Then she was bridging up and back, hauling Gata off her feet with the German Suplex that had come to be known as the 'Over and Done' And while Kylie had succeeded in initiating the move, actually completing it proved to be another thing entirely because as the blonde luchadora passed over her head, she bucked free of the throw and landed hard on her feet, while Kylie fought not to land on her butt in an awkward sprawl.

Recovering her wits, Gata scowled angrily; she'd had enough of playing with Kylie, not it was time to hurt her. Acting on this impulse, she left her feet in a high vertical leap and drove both feet out, slamming them into Sanders' shoulders. Kylie let out a surprised 'OOFF' and went lurching forward in a drunken stumble that ended right next to the ring ropes. In a singles match, this wouldn't have been a problem, but in a tag match it could prove disastrous and Tiburon was about to demonstrate why. As the oblivious Sanders cousin headed into the ropes, the Little Shark stalked out to the middle of the apron and waited with claws extended. The second Kylie was in range, Tiburon grabbed a double handful of the blonde's hair and yanked forward as hard as she could. Staring knowingly into Kylie's panicked eyes, she whispered, "Douchebag." right before she stepped back off the apron and nearly decapitated Kylie with a gravity assisted Hangman.

Sanders gagged and staggered back, clutching her injured windpipe in a vain effort to get her breath back. She hadn't much success when Gata grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her around in a half circle. Chuckling evilly, Gata drove a knee into Kylie's belly and sneered, "Did you really think you and that pipsqueak in the corner could beat us? Gata and I are going to eat you alive!"

Without another word, the Luchadora trapped Kylie in a Front Face Lock, slinging the blonde's near arm over her shoulders while reaching down to hook Sanders' left leg with her right arm. Bending her knees in a deep crouch, she pushed up and fell back, bringing Kylie crashing hard with a Fisherman's Suplex. Deciding it might be a better idea to finish her food and then play with it afterward, Gata held the bridge upon impact and waited tensely while the ref counted, "ONE... TWO... " Kylie drove a fist into Gata's belly, breaking the bridge and the cover.

Grimacing in anger, Gata rolled to her feet and glanced toward her corner. " Hey Tiburon, esta alimentando tiempo." The Little Shark nodded eagerly, waiting silently while the Hellcat hauled Kylie to her feet and whipped her into the Luchadora's corner. Fixing the fuming Kristy with a lurid grin, Gata sauntered over to her partner's corner and tagged Tiburon into the match. Grabbing Kylie by the shoulders, Gata pulled her out a few steps and then slipped into the corner. Glancing at her partner, Gata took a seat on the top buckle and urged the shark to take a place beside her. Tiburon responded quickly and they were both perched easily behind the oblivious Kylie in less than three seconds. Pulling the punch-drunk blonde back towards them, the Luchadora's each wrapped a single arm around Sanders' skull, trapping her in tandem Side Headlock. Letting her attention return to Kristy, Gata mouthed, "You're next little girl." The words were still coming out of her mouth when she and Tiburon pushed out of the corner and rode a staggering Kylie nearly halfway across the ring only to drive her face-first into the Canvas with a Double Diving Bulldog.

Getting to their feet with a decided air of nonchalance, Gata and Tiburon blatantly ignored the referee as the former strutted back to her corner and the latter continued the assault. Pulling Kylie up with a handful of hair, the Little Shark shifted her grip to the blonde's wrist and backed her into the ropes. Chesting into her rival, Tiburon put her lips next to Sanders' ear, and bit down hard. When Kylie started to scream, Tiburon pulled back and whipped her foe towards the ropes on the other side of the ring. Moving to center ring to meet Kylie at a better position, the Shark waited for her victim to draw within range and then she reached around Kylie's torso and locked her hands. In the same motion she hauled Kylie off her feet and spun her around in a 270-degree arc right before she dropped to one knee and slammed Kylie down across the posted joint, nearly snapping Sanders in two with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Caught up in the moment, Tiburon shoved the quivering blonde off of her knee and went for a quick cover. Dropping into place, the official counted, "ONE... TWO... " Kylie got a shoulder up.

Not discouraged in the slightest, Tiburon got to her feet and helped Kylie to hers with a generous handful of hair. Stepping around behind her dazed opponent, the Little Shark pinned Kylie's arms behind her and turned her so that she was facing Kylie. Smiling beatifically at the younger Sanders, Tiburon lowered her head and placed it between Kylie's shoulders, creating a sort of pivot point. Moving silently, Tiburon twisted her entire body around, while still holding Kylie's arms. Both ladies were still standing but now Sanders was bent double, her arms pulled out in front of her, her head resting above the small of the Little Shark's back. The Luchadora was a breath away from completing the Unprettier when Sanders showed some signs of life, stepping back and yanking her arms free of the Shark's grip.

Ignoring the surprised burst of applause when she wrenched free, Kylie snuggled in behind Tiburon and wrapped her arms up in a wicked Full Nelson. Taking a moment to let the Luchadora in on a little secret, Kylie panted in her squirming rival's ear, "That was the LAST time you well ever bite me." That said, Sanders tightened her grip, then bridged up and back, dropping Tiburon full-force on the back of her head and neck with the Full Nelson Suplex. Not bothering to go for the cover, Kylie struggled to her feet and made her way towards the friendlier corner of the ring. Extending her hand to an impatient Kristy, Kylie tagged her younger cousin in and said, "She's all yours."

Hopping onto the top rope in one smooth motion, the energetic rookie replied, "And I'm going to take all I can get." Crouching on the top buckle, she waited just long enough for the Shark to get back to her feet and then leapt out into the void. As she began her descent, Kristy twisted her whole body around and jammed her right elbow back, catching the woozy luchadora right across the jaw with a Diving Back Elbow. Tiburon's legs turned to water and she went down in a heap as the force of Kristy's offense nearly knocked her out of her shoes. Knowing she couldn't risk giving the vicious blonde a chance to recover, Kristy hopped to her feet and stalked over to where Tiburon was splayed out on the mat. Pulling the spaghetti-legged beauty to her feet, Sanders got in the Shark's face and growled, "Let's see if you can take as well as you give ya sadistic bitch."

The crowd went wild as Kristy brought Tiburon to her feet, and then hoisted her off her feet in position for what appeared to be a run of the mill Vertical Suplex. But when Tiburon was extended directly over her head, Kristy did not fall back. Instead, she slowly began to spin around in tight little circles, Tiburon still inverted over her head. Kristy continued picking up speed until it seemed impossible that she not trip over her own feet and send both of them tumbling awkwardly to the mat. It was at that moment when Kristy fell to the mat, bringing Tiburon down directly on her head with a lethal Spinning Brainbuster. The blonde's head made a sound like a pumpkin hitting concrete as she made contact with the canvas. She fell slowly to her side, slumped over and not moving. Getting to her feet, Kristy couldn't help pumping a fist over her head and shouting, "YEAH!" Continuing to grin as the audience cheered her on, Sanders bent over, grabbed Tiburon by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

Grabbing the stunned Luchadora by the wrist, Kristy pointed Tiburon towards a neutral corner and whipped her into the buckles. The moment the Little Shark hit the steel, Kristy took off at top speed, eating the distance at an alarming rate. When there was about six feet between her and the other blonde, Kristy leapt off her feet and flew the rest of the way, driving the full length of her forearm into Tiburon's jaw. Nodding vindictively as the Shark sagged in the corner, Kristy wrapped both arms around Tiburon's hips and lifted her into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Fetching the dazed beauty another stiff punch to the jaw, Kristy backed into the middle of the ring and shouted, "You're about to jump the shark loser!"

Getting no reply, the younger Sanders sprinted forward and as she approached the corner, she dipped down into a handstand and locked her ankles around Tiburon's neck. Jerking backwards, Kristy tossed Tiburon off the buckles and sent her sprawling flat on her back. Seeing her opponent splayed out helpless in the middle of the ring, Kristy got back to her feet and pointed towards the corner. Addressing the crowd, she asked, "Going Up?" As the mob cheered her on, Kristy climbed onto the top rope and looked out over the ring. Sinking into a tight crouch, she leapt upwards and bore down on the Shark with a rib shattering Frog Splash. Just whose ribs ended up shattering was up for debate because Tiburon rolled out of the way, leaving Kristy to slam into the recently vacated canvas.

Still reeling from the Brainbuster and Headscissors, Tiburon was too woozy to go on the attack, so she settled for lurching over to her corner and tagging in La Gata Diabla. Slipping through the middle rope, Gata glanced at her partner and said, "No more diving in the shallow end Tiburon." Turning her focus back to the ring, Gata sauntered over to the just recovering Kristy and taunted, "Look up here loser." Kristy obliged her almost immediately and Gata rewarded her with insidious kick between the thighs. Smiling sadistically as Kristy whimpered in anguish, Gata grabbed Kristy's head in both hands and sneered, "Nice to see you again Kristy." Falling silent, the Hellcat bent her knees slightly and then leapt straight up before stretching her legs at a rough 45-degree angle. Gravity pulled her down a moment later and Gata landed comfortably on her butt while Kristy was driven face and chest first into the mat compliments of the X-Factor.

Noticing the frighteningly boneless way that Kristy flopped over onto her back, Gata scrambled to her feet and sauntered over to the corner. Fixing Kylie with a withering glare, the Hellcat grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto the uppermost buckle in one smooth jump. Turning around so that she was facing the ring, Gata was uncharacteristically silent as she leaped off the top and came crashing down with her right thigh smashing across Kristy' face in a perfect Guillotine Leg Drop. Sanders' body jackknifed once and then she lay still. For all intents and purposes, it looked as if she was out cold.

Shaking off the sting of her landing, Gata crawled over to her crippled opposition and hooked the far leg. The official came in to make the count and managed to reach 'TWO' before the younger Sanders was able to break free. Snarling her disgust, Gata looked down into Kristy's dazed face and purred, "So I haven't hurt you enough yet? I'll just have to try harder." Slapping Kristy across the cheek, Gata buried her hands in the blonde's hair and hoisted her to her feet. Standing in front of Sanders, the Hellcat, strode forward and hauled Kristy up across her shoulders in a simple Fireman's Carry. As the Hellcat moved back towards the middle of the ring, the explosion from the crowd seemed unlikely given the how basic the move being employed was, but folks in the know were well aware that Gata could wreak all sorts of havoc from the simplest of positions. Turning in a half circle, Gata tightened her grip and shouted, "She doesn't bounce as good as Kylie." Before Sanders could protest, Gata rose up on her toes and tossed the brunette over her head, so that Kristy was falling to the canvas directly in front of the Luchadora. As her prey began to fall back towards the mat, Gata dropped to one knee and waited patiently for the split second it took the blonde to land belly first on the posted joint. Kristy's ribs were dealt a painful blow by the Gutbuster and she was left curled up in a tight ball at Gata's feet, trying as hard as she could to draw some air into her oxygen deprived lungs.

Adjusting her bottoms as she got her feet under her, Gata kicked Kristy in the side and muttered, "If you're not going to fight any more, we might as well finish you off." Yanking the other blonde to her feet, Gata marched Kristy over to the Luchadora's corner and tagged in Tiburon. Tying Kristy in a Waist-Lock, La Gata Diabla looked to La Pequena Tiburon and said, "Montezuma's Revenge." Tiburon nodded once and slipped into a tense waiting stance. When Gata started her lift, Tiburon executed a quick side step and lashed her foot towards Kristy's face. As her feet started to leave the mat, the fog in Kristy's head dissipated and the rookie wrenched hard to her left, slipping around behind Gata and locking on a Waist Lock of her own. Suddenly it was Gata staring at the sole of her partner's boot. Tiburon's foot didn't slow until it 'CRACCKED!' off Gata's chin and the Hellcat's plight was not helped any when Kristy bridged back and dropped her on the back of her head with a German Suplex.

Momentarily energized by the dumbfounded look on the Little Shark's face, Kristy chided, "Not as fast as you thought ya were huh?" Before Tiburon could lunge for her, Kristy whirled around and lunged toward her corner, slapping hands with Kylie by the slimmest of margins. Setting her sites on the Shark, Kylie exploded through the ropes and caught the luchadora low around the hips. Roaring in savage triumph, Kylie lifted straight up and then dropped straight down, hitting the Little Shark with a retaliatory Hangman. Tiburon gagged and tried to fall away but Kylie merely let her grip slide down to the Luchadora's knees.

Sweeping Tiburon's legs out from under her, Sanders glared into the other blonde's face and taunted, "You better hope you're made of cartilage, chum for brains." The words were still leaving her mouth when Sanders turned Tiburon over onto her stomach and pulled back, bending her victim to the breaking point with the Boston Crab. Glancing around the ring, Kylie spotted her cousin just getting to her feet and called out, "Hey Kristy, you wanna give me a hand?"

Kristy turned, saw Kylie and replied, "How about a foot?"

With no more prodding necessary, Kristy exploded towards Tiburon and went into a low slide, driving the soles of both boots into the Little Shark's temple. Tiburon shuddered once and then went limp so Kylie released her legs and tossed them aside. Helping her cousin to her feet, Kylie said, "Thanks, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about meEERRGGHHH!" Both Sanders' let out piercing shrieks as a quietly recovered Gata drove a pair of fists home well below the beltlines of her opponents.

Getting up off her knees, Gata kicked Kristy out of the ring, sending her sprawling onto the floor below. Flipping some hair out of her eyes, the Hellcat promised, "We'll deal with you soon." Turning her head to look at Kylie, Gata grabbed the injured blonde by the back of the head and pulled her to her feet. Jerking Kylie in close, Gata went nose-to-nose with her dazed nemesis and whispered, "You could never beat me Kylie Sanders. Maybe after you get out of the hospital, you'll finally understand how to respect your betters." Maintaining her grip on Kylie's locks, Gata led the gutshot beauty over to the nearest corner and held her in place while the Hellcat slipped behind her and sat on the top rope. Bending Kylie's head back at a harsh angle, Gata trapped her in an Inverted Face-Lock and pushed off the buckles, executing a front flip that culminated with her driving the point of her shoulder into Kylie's chin, completing her finisher La Trampa del Raton del Diabla.

Kylie's head snapped back and she rose up on her knees for a second before collapsing facedown on the mat. Normally, Gata would go for the pin at this point, but she wanted to punish Kylie some more and she was certain her partner would some revenge as well. Bringing Kylie back to her feet, Gata kept her foe reined in and located Tiburon who was just now recovering her vertical base. Catching the Shark's eye, Gata asked, "Usted listo para el Tornado de Tijuana?"

Tiburon nodded and limped over to Kylie and Gata. Each of the Luchadoras took possession of Sanders' wrists and tossed her into an empty corner. When Kylie slammed into the buckles Tiburon jogged after her and dropped to her hands and knees, leaving several paces between her and their blonde victim. Smirking victoriously, Gata purred, "Time to go back on the scrap heap Kylie." After the briefest of pauses, Gata exploded forward, making a beeline for the groggy blonde. Cutting the distance between them faster than most would have believed, Gata leapt into the air and landed on Tiburon's back for a split second before taking flight again, with a higher leap than the one preceding it. Gata was flying through the air; so intent on Kylie that she'd forgotten all about Kristy.

This proved to be a monumental mistake, because at that very moment a revitalized Kristy hopped up onto the apron and then executed a second leap onto the top rope. With no wasted motion, the younger Sanders' sprang forward and pistoned both legs out smashing the Hellcat out of the air with a Springboard Missile Dropkick. There was a nasty sounding 'THUD' and Gata fell like a rock. She hit the mat a second later and didn't move; Kristy might not be the hardest hitter in FAWN, but even she could do some serious damage when her opponents jumped into her path.

Scrabbling to her feet, Tiburon realized things had suddenly gotten very dangerous. Knowing she'd have to steal the win before either of the Sanders' could take advantage of Gata's condition, the Little Shark pulled Kylie out of the corner and got in close behind the battered blonde. Putting her hands on Kylie's shoulders, Tiburon leapt straight up into the air, landing heavily on Kylie's shoulders.

Looking for the Victory Roll, Tiburon started to lean forward but before she could pull Kylie off balance, her opponent wrapped her arms around the Shark's legs and leaned back, keeping the surprised Luchadora. A few feet away Kristy was getting to her feet when she saw her cousin staggering around with Tiburon on her shoulders. Getting an idea, the younger Sanders yelled, "HOLD ONTO HER KYLIE!"

Struggling to keep her footing, Kylie shouted back, "NOT REALLY AN ISSUE KRISTY!"

Not wasting any more time on words, Kristy sprinted towards the corner nearest Kylie and ascended to the top buckle in a single jump. Pivoting around to face the ring, Kristy bellowed, "DROP HER! DROP HER RIGHT NOW!"

Kylie did as she was asked and hoisted a squirming Tiburon off her shoulders and dropped her face forward, sending the helpless Luchadora careening toward the mat with an Electric Chair Drop. As the Little Shark headed for the ground, Kristy leapt off the top and extended her left leg, bringing it down across the back of Tiburon's neck. Before the crowd could even start cheering, the Little Shark hit the canvas, a victim of an ingeniously modified Kristy Krusher that hit from nearly twelve feet in the air.

Tiburon let out a single gasp that was entirely lost in the mad roar of the crowd. Knowing there was no way anyone was kicking out of something like that, Kylie flopped Tiburon onto her back and pounced on the flattened Luchadora. Hooking both legs, Kylie leaned into the cover and nodded along as the ref counted, "ONE... TWO... THREE!" The roof came off the arena as the announcer proclaimed, "HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, KYLIE AND KRISTY SANDERS!"

Kylie tossed the Shark's leg aside and pushed to her feet. Hugging a jubilant Kristy in the center of the ring, Kylie said, "Well that was kind of a cluster-fuck wasn't it?"

Kristy hugged her again and replied, "Who gives a shit? A win is a win, and this one's gonna put us on track for a shot at the Tag Titles!"

Kylie smiled wanly and said, "Well, we might need a little more practice, but this is a good start, I'll give you that. Now, what say we celebrate?"

WINNERS: Kylie & Kristy Sanders