This next match wasn't quite David versus Goliath.

But it was close.

Both women were stunningly, achingly beautiful blondes, but that's where the similarities would end. Trish Lankford was big, powerful, and coming off a statement win. Kristy Sanders was smaller, quicker, and still looking for that validating win over a big name.

The crowd was primed and the competitors were ready...

The 'girl anthem' 'Walk Away' by Kelly Clarkson starts to pulse through the arena and Kristy Sanders pushes through the curtains, waving her hands to the sellout crowd. She is immediately showered with a resounding ovation from the throng. With the tag win over the Luchas, Kristy and her plucky attitude, high-flying maneuvers, and now, successful results, is gaining quite a nice little following, nearly rivaling her cousin's. The aforementioned Kylie is noticeably absent, Kristy apparently ready to fly on her own without a manager, Kylie having happily rejoined the active roster. Kristy's twirling white and pink spotlights fill the arena. Sanders is dressed in a diminutive, cutoff, pink tanktop leaving much of her tanned midriff bare. She wears similarly-hued tights that travel down to mid-calf, an undersized black, belted, vinyl mini covering the top of the tights. She gets a step or two down the ramp in her pink tennies before hopping excitedly, pumping her fist to the beat of her music. The blonde slaps hands on one side of the aisle before treating the opposite side. The crowd going wild, captivated by Kristy's perky demeanor, cute face, and smokin' bod.

Many supportive placards pop up in the audience, several in Kristy's adopted colors of pink and black 'Kristy will send Bethany's lap dog to obedience school!". She's less enthusiastic for a punk in the first row who welcomes her to the ring area with a huge color photo of Trish, and below, in red, 'Forehand, Backhand, Overhead Smash. Trish will crush this Sanders trash.'

Ignoring him and the vocal minority who seem to feel she is way too sugary to digest and deserves a good butt-kicking, Kristy slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. She stretches and shadowboxes, traveling the ring with a wave and a smile.

Bouncing in her corner, Kristy reviews the gameplan in her mind. Move fast. Hit fast. Be fast. Don't let her tie you up or track you down.

Though the tag win was huge. She needed a big singles win in a bad way. La Gata Diabla had shown her up... big time. Against Trish, she had to show she really is a player on the singles' scene and what better way than against Bethany's right hand?

"Walk Away" abruptly transitions into the jarring, almost industrial opening chords of Melanie C's "You Will See". A few moments later, Trish Lankford strides into view, the novice wrestler showing no signs of nerves evident in her more experienced opposition.

The statuesque Aussie cuts a most imposing frame, her flawless legs--sculpted by years of work on the grass, clay and hardcourts of the world--are left almost completely bare by a white tennis skirt only slightly more modest than Portia VanBuren's. And though her torso is covered by a matching warm up jacket, the power of her upper body radiates through, along with her overwhelming sense of confidence.

Reaching the ring, Lankford climbs onto the apron, and slips her warm-up bag off her shoulder before making her entrance. She takes but a moment to slide out of her jacket and skirt, the electric blue two piece bringing even more of her toned, defined body into view. While she may have been comparatively new to wrestling, she was a lifelong athlete, and it was clear Kristy Sanders would have her hands full tonight.

The match started with the raw power and speed of a jet being launched from an aircraft carrier. Trish lunged in for a tie up, but Kristy slipped underneath her, hip tossing the bikini-clad hard body to the canvas.

The smaller rookie executed a baseball slide, but Trish, with impressive speed, executes a kip-up, allowing Kristy to slide right by her without incident. The towering beauty rocked the pretty Minnesotan with a right to the cheek, then hurled her into the ropes. A clothesline threatened to decapitate Kristy... or at least separate her from consciousness... but Kristy was up to the task. She caught the incoming arm and threw herself around Trish, wrapping her legs around the Aussie's other arm. With Trish off balance and Kristy's weight dragging them both backward, they crashed to the canvas, the crucifix take down complete. Belying her lack of experience, Kylie's gorgeous cousin rolled Trish onto her shoulders as the official slid into position to count.

ONE

TWO

Strong kick out by Trish.

"Oh, you have got to be joking," Trish said, lilting Australian accent positively dripping with venom. "I knew you were weak. I see, now, you're stupid, as well."

Kristy ignored the vitriol, and closed rapidly, surprising Trish enough to drive her back.

But not enough to capitalize. With a cruel, powerful lift of her perfect leg, Trish halted Kristy's advance as she impaled the cute blonde on her knee. Then, she once again sent the Minnesotan in for the ride, Kristy's magnificent golden hair trailing behind her like a banner. In a flash of hot pink, electric blue, and the alabaster of flawless skin, Trish drove Kristy into the canvas with a power slam.

The referee was in place in a flash.

ONE

TWO

Kick out.

"I see you're as dumb as that cousin of yours," Trish taunted. "No worries, love. Bethany will love seeing me put through my paces. Though I doubt you'll share her pride and enthusiasm."

She hauled Kristy up and scooped her into body slam position. She deposited her lovely cargo to the canvas. Kristy successfully resisted the urge to arch her back, depriving the crowd of a luscious view of her toned tummy and firm breast. Instead, she reache dup, grabbed a handful of tennis tresses and swept Trish's feet out from under her, rolling her into a small package.

ONE

TWO

Kick out at two and a half.

Trish slammed the canvas in frustration, wasting just enough time for Kristy to lash out with a wild kick and connect with her cheek. Gracelessly, Trish heaved sideways onto the canvas, her head snapped sideways. While Trish thought absently that her head must feel like a tennis ball does after one of her back hands, a perfectly lucid Kristy was on her feet. When the unsteady Aussie got to her feet, Kristy continued the break neck pace of the match with a hurricanrana, turning Trish into a suddenly-winded heap of heaving breasts and sweat-slicked skin.

Kristy leapt, dropping an elbow into the canvas as Trish maintained enough awareness to roll away. She got to her feet, rubbing her elbow painfully as Trish did the same. A pink blur leapt into a drop kick, but Trish ducked it, and as Kristy fell roughly to the canvas, a double axe-handle to her spine followed. The double shot of pain wrested a pained groan from Kristy.

Trish pressed her attack, grabbing Kristy's hair. She hauled the lithe beauty up, scooped her into her arms, and dropped her across her knee, delivering a heap of pain with a back breaker.

"G'oh!" yelped Kristy, settling limply across Trish's knee. Her mouth hung open in a pained O as she gasped, which drove some in the crowd nuts due to the sexy heaving of her chest. Trish raised both hands above her head, poised to deliver a devastating blow, but Kristy was still in this match and she wasn't about to quit. She snapped a jab into Trish's chin, a loud clacking of Trish's rattled teeth and a sudden loss of balance her reward.

Kristy slipped out of the grasp of Bethany's pet tigress and fought bravely to her feet.

Both of the beautiful combatants were slick with sweat, now. Their well-coiffed blonde tresses a distant memory, replaced by sexy, sweaty tangles of darkened, dirty blondeness. Trish charged Kristy, but this time, the pretty in pink fan favorite was betrayed by her now-heavy legs. With a surprised peep, Kristy was suddenly hauled into a bear hug. Trish's impressive arms bunched and twitched as they constricted Kristy's flawless midsection.

The game Sanders retaliated immediately, clapping Trish's ears painfully. The buxom, powerful blonde howled painfully, granting Kristy her release... but not her freedom.

The towering stunner seized control of the match with a stomach breaker. Once again, a beautiful blonde heroine cried out in agony as she was shattered against the unyielding knee of this physical specimen, her strength blasted from her toned, perfect body. Trish shoved Kristy off her knee, immediately going for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Kristy, delaying what appeared to be the inevitable.

Trish stood, measured Kristy for a knee drop, but missed. Kristy rolled out of the way in a nick of time. As Trish pursued, a wheezing, gasping, flushed Kristy braced herself. When her tormentor approached, Kristy drove her foot into the encroaching Trish's knee cap.

Kristy jumped, so rageful was Trish's scream. As Trish hopped away, Kristy attacked, grabbing the Aussie's head and slamming in into the canvas with a bull dog.

The crowd immediately leapt to its feet, cheering with an angry righteousness of which so many FAWN heroines had deprived it. With effort, Kristy rolled Trish onto her back and hooked the leg against which her tummy had just been smashed. With all her might, Kristy held fast, leaning into the cradle for all she was worth.

ONE

Kristy closed her eyes, pouring all she had... all she was... into keeping Trish down.

TWO

She felt Trish's leg harden and kick, effortlessly tearing free from her grasp.

As Trish rolled away, Kristy sucked in two huge lungfuls of air. The kick out was demoralizing. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but refused to surrender. She crashed into the back of Trish's knee, bringing the blonde back to the canvas. Trish responded with a snarl and a handful of sweaty hair. The two hell cats, quickly tiring from this match with no pauses and no rest, tore at each other. Kristy slammed a fist into Trish's breast. Trish clawed through the Kristy's tank top, torturing her chest. They rolled on the canvas, Kristy slamming a fist into her enemy's face while Trish drove a knee up into Kristy's crotch. Again they rolled, Kristy's tank top now torn from her, her beautiful breasts exposed to both the crowd and her opponent. The two punched and clawed and tore at each other as they rolled once more.

This time, Trish ended up on top, a knee on either side of her fearless opponent. With the high ground and a decided power advantage, Trish took control, the blows she rained down on Kristy delivering double or triple the force of the blows that Kristy threw up at her. Soon, the blonde heroine was spent.

Exhausted, frustrated by the heart that Sanders had shown and driven by the urge to rip it out and show it to her, Trish rose. She picked the still weakly resisting Kristy up, ignoring the punches that were now little more than weak slaps.

Wrapping her hands around Kristy's throat, Trish lifted her up and then drove her to the canvas, the Game, Set, Match going to Trish Lankford. Kristy's eyes were vacant as her breasts shook from the impact.

Offering no further resistance, Kylie's cousin was neatly folded into two as the referee counted.

ONE

TWO

THREE

WINNER: Trish Lankford