"Good evening, folks. Gillian Lowell here with you, giving you the latest recap on FAWN Week in Review. Tonight's first match comes with a little added flavor, down home cookin' with LaKeisha Bates and a spicy sidedish in the form of Jan Delgado. It also pits friend versus family for one Holly Hotbody. The inner connectedness is rampant and should lead to an emotional affair.

"We've also got LaKeisha trying to come back from a recent upset loss to Cassie Hopkins that has to have the Rumpshaker and her fans wondering. Though she left the ring having enjoyed a 'shake and bake' all over the beautiful blonde Brit, Cassie had knocked her cold with the Union Jacked powerbomb and it was only Holly's post-match shenanigans that allowed any kind of face saving. One has to assume, LaKeisha will be looking to pay Holly back with interest and Jan would apparently be the check to be cashed.

"For Jan, it's another huge opportunity to show her cousin she's not just a fly in the ointment anymore, but that she's a legitimate threat in any match. After coming oh-so-close against both Holly and Dominique Daly, Delgado could really use the 'W' and the added motivation could spell another upset for one of FAWN's Founding Sistas.

"Let's go to the tape."

Jan, clad in a yellow baby doll T with shiny pink cursive 'Hottest Body' script; pleated, plaid micromini and tennis shoes, is on the run into the ropes. LaKeisha sets up for a clothesline for her return and swings heavy and hard with an audible grunt, but the speedy Latina easily ducks the effort and heads for the opposite set of strands, Bates spinning and following. The Dynamite Doll leaps into the middle rope and bounds back at LaKeisha with a crossbody block that catches the former champ completely off-guard and off-balance. Jan smashes down atop the decked Bates driving the air from her lungs, LaKeisha gasping, eyes wide in surprise.

As she pulls in oxygen with chest-heaving breaths and rolls to her side, Jan is off like a rocket, the bronze blur racing to the ropes and scaling the buckles with ease. Waiting for a frustrated and angered Rumpshaker to find her bearings, Jan jumps to her target, arms raised, fingers interlocked. LaKeisha, ill-prepared once more, turns into a flying sledgehammer to the forehead that rolls her eyes white for a split-second, but doesn't quite ground her. The Nubian beauty wavers drunkenly, even moreso when Delgado peppers her with jab after jab to chin and cheek. Finally, Jan loads up a right and the little Latina lovely sends LaKeisha crashing to the canvas with a European Uppercut. Bates, spreadeagled in her familiar baby blue mesh bikini top and thing bottoms, rolls from side to side, trying to find a way to remove her world-famous backside from the canvas.

Fast Forward...

The tide having been turned and the rump having risen, LaKeisha has things in control, capturing La Cucaracha with the flypaper of one of the strongest bearhugs in the business. Jan's toetips brush against the mat as LK applies her crushing force, biceps bulging, as her embrace swallows the slender golden waist of Delgado.

"UNNGH," Jan groans, her head tumbling from side to side as Bates swings her cargo, trying to twist as well as compress Jan into submission.

Delgado's thrashing efforts at escape start to slow, her moans growing louder. A wide grin breaks across LaKeisha's beautiful face as Jan's head lolls onto her shoulder.

"Holly was right, you ain't shit," Bates whispers.

Jan roars back to life, literally, the stinging rebuke reviving her and leading to a nasty clapping earringer that frees her from LaKeisha's less-than-loving cuddle. The two women stand next to each other, each recovering from their affliction. But it's only a second or two before an enraged LaKeisha responds, decking her shorter foe with a vicious shortarm clothesline, Jan nearly decapitated by Fort Worth's brown sugar. LaKeisha circles the softly stirring Jan, shaking out any remaining lightheadedness. She grabs Jan's legs at the ankles and spreads them wide.

"Shoulda just submitted, ho," LK shouts irately.

Jan raises her arms, her hands waving. She shakes her head in a vain attempt for mercy. But a furious LaKeisha smiles menacingly and does her worst. The Nubian beauty drops forward with a headbutt to Jan's pubic mound, the Latina's bright yellow panties cruelly creased by Bates' forehead. Delgado howls in pain, her diminutive body lurching up to a seated position, hands burying under her tiny skirt. LaKeisha kneels alongside, beaming, her anger dissipating with every sobbing mewl as Jan tends to her crushed kitty.

Fast forward...

Jan appears sprightly once more, scrambling atop the buckles. The shot widens to a coffee-and-cream skinned blonde, dizzily searching for a target below the poised 'Doll'. As LK turns toward Jan, Delgado leaps off with arms raised, ready to provide another hammer to the noggin, but Bates' right arm shoots up and catches Jan around the throat as she lands. Her hands quickly separate, grasping at LaKeisha's wrist, dark eyes bugging as she gasps for air. Delgado rises to tiptoes as LaKeisha slowly lifts, Bates slipping her free hand under Jan's taut glutes to aid in her ascension. The Doll's legs flail as LaKeisha shows off her power, sending the little Latina up with a chokelift and then viciously back to earth with the slam portion of the presentation, Jan's delectable body bouncing off the canvas an inch before coming to rest, Delgado starfished and shellshocked.

With a smirk, LaKeisha rolls Jan to her chest with a push of her foot. She places a foot down just above each of Jan's knees and bends her legs up, hooking them around her own knees. Jan's eyes widen in anxiety, wondering what the Rumpshaker has in mind. LK lands a meaty slap to Jan's back and her arms reflexively respond, Bates grabbing each at the wrist. From there, the Nubian beauty falls backwards, compressing Jan's shoulderblades and lifting her off the ground with ease. Only now does Jan understand that Bates is more than a bully, but a technician, as well. She wails in anguish as LaKeisha falls from her seated position to her back, lifting Jan skyward in a celiing surfboard. Jan's micromini falls up her body the little it can, crotch thrust toward the arena lights; bronzed, glistening belly becoming a shining arch, as the ex-World Champ pulls back on her arms. The torture on spine and shoulders continues for excruciating second after second until a minute passes by, Jan sobbing and pleading, but when the ref asks, not surrendering.

Fast forward...

It's LaKeisha seemingly in charge once more, with a sturdy grip on Jan's left wrist and shoulder. Bates sends her scampering to the ropes and sets up mid-ring. She catches Jan around the waist and flips her up for what looks like a power move, but Jan's legs clamp around LK's head and Delgado flips the Rumpshaker to the mat with a flying head scissors. LaKeisha spins to the canvas, unsure of her bearings, but knowing she has to get up to attack. She quickly pushes to her feet and rotates into a leaping spinning heel kick from Jan that crunches against Bates' right temple, the force of the blow sending LaKeisha cartwheeling to the canvas.

Realizing an opportunity, Jan skips over the downed Bates, leaps into the middle rope and springboards into a soaring revese swan dive of a lionsault, the nubile Latina's body slamming hard across LaKeisha's open, soft midsection. LK 's body jackknifes around Jan, a hurtful grimace on the face of the bruised warrior. She recedes back to the canvas, Jan hooking a leg, knee touching her bountiful bosom.

ONE

TWO

SHOULDER UP

Fast forward...

It's back to even as LaKeisha and Jan lean against each other, almost using the other to remain upright. But it's the powerful LaKeisha who quickly assumes control with a front facelock, pulling the stooped Jan into several well-placed kneelifts to taut tummy and tender lower abdomen. With her foe properly tenderized, LaKeisha pulls Jan forward, head nestling between Bates' tight, muscular and terrfying thighs. Jan rightfully panics, arms flailing wildly, but it is of no matter to LaKeisha. Wrapping her arms around Jan's slender waist, she pulls Delgado up to powerbomb position, then lets her gently and slowly slip down her back, catching ahold of Jan's arms under her triceps. Pulling those arms wide, she steadies her body and nods knowingly to the crowd, blond curls bouncing. Forcing Jan back over her head, LaKeisha follows through into a Razor's Edge powerbomb that nearly puts Jan through the canvas.

Lingering close to unconsciousness, Jan can do little but plead in whispers, as LaKeisha pulls her, face first, up between her thighs, the lovely Latina's face soon buried within Bates' crotch, held there tightly by swallowing thighs and glutes, the most infamous ass in the industry turning day into night, arena air into humid, dank, breathlessness. Jan pushes gamely at either leg, but there is no use. And, when LaKeisha drops to the canvas, driving Jan's head into the lightly-covered plywood, there is less than that, Bates settling atop her delightfully uneven throne as the ref slides next to the erotic pinning combination.

ONE

TWO

THREE

As the Rumpshaker celebrates her 'Rumpshaker' and her win, pulling an unconscious Jan up and leaning her against the ropes, as she holds an arm high, the PA alerts those who were more interested in carnal thoughts.

"YOUR WINNER... LAKEISHA BATES"

Dragging the vanquished Jan to the nearest corner, LaKeisha props her in a seated position then paintbrushes her with several resounding slaps, bringing Delgado back to Hilton Coliseum. A bleary-eyed Jan realizes her predicament only seconds before the hovering, sumptuous, satiny, caf�-au-lait moons descend upon her fearful face. LaKeisha's 'stinkface' swallows Jan's features with ease, her limbs flailing as Fort Worth's Brown Sugar rubs it in, literally.

Her ass satiated, LK drags Jan back to the middle, knocks her into next week with another Rumpshaker, and reclaims her perch, snuggling atop Jan's features in a reverse facesit. She slides her barely-covered sex across Jan's dozing countenance, dipping into the features for maximum pleasure. Her measured strokes become hot and heaving, LaKeisha picking up the pace and the power, loud sighs erupting from bitten and pursed lips until she can take no more, exploding in orgasm atop the vanquished.

LaKeisha falls forward in exhaustion. Job completed. Business and pleasure. If this didn't make Jan think about packing it in...

Holly would have to be pleased.

Back in the studio...

"Well, fans, the Nubian Queen seems to have rebounded. Though Jan gave her a lot more trouble than I'm sure anyone outside of Jan Delgado expected her to. Will this help send LaKeisha back toward the ranks of the contenders? Will this setback hurt Jan? Time will tell, fans. And after the commercial break, time will take us to the tag team confrontation between Cheri Torrance & Babe Babcock and Ivy Armstrong & Lorelei Butler. Don't go away.

WINNER: LaKeisha Bates