The arena crowd waited with growing anticipation for the next match on the evening's card. Then the lights went out and the PA burst forth with The Pussycat Doll's "Beep". A single spotlight fell on the head of the ramp and the crowd saw The Dynamite Dolls standing there surveying the arena. The taller member of the team, the 5'9 blonde Sara Miles was wearing a baby blue cropped top and matching tights with blue boots. Her smaller (5'1) brunette partner, Jan Delgado was wearing a black tank top with a DEFIANCE written across it in bold red lettering, a pleated red micro-miniskirt with black briefs peeking out and red tennis shoes to finish the outfit. The Dolls waved to the crowd and then made their descent to the ring as the friendly crowd cheered them on. They paused only to slap a few hands with their fans and soon had slid smoothly into the ring. They performed a few warm-up stretches and then took up positions to await the arrival of their opponents.

They did not have long to wait. The arena lights went out again. Linkin Park's "Points of Authority" erupted from the speaker system as the spotlight illuminated the head of the ramp. There stood Miriam Gaiman with her pale skin and bright red hair, her body now intertwined with that Kiora Donavon, the dark haired exotic beauty. They were engaged in a deeply passionate kiss that seemed more like a test of strength, but abruptly the test seemed to end in a draw and the two stood apart to face the crowd which was rumbling with a curious mixture boos, hoots and not a few cheers.

Although Miriam and Kiora had become fixtures at each other's singles matches, this would mark the first time they were an official tag team. They certainly hadn't adopted a matching look for the event. Miriam stood there in her familiar black vinyl one piece, in which the breasts and crotch were covered, but the midsection left almost bare by a network of straps in a spider web pattern. The backside of the garment was open except for the straps supporting the top half and the thong of the bottom. Familiar, too, were Miriam's matching fingerless elbow length gloves, black silk stockings with garters and a black silk choker around her pale neck. Kiora, on the other hand, was in one her tattered tee shirts, this one was black and celebrated The Rolling Stones, she wore ripped and tattered jeans, but they hung so low that her red thong was visible. Like Miriam, she was barefoot tonight.

The two then walked steadily down to the ring, holding hands and ignoring the crowd. Instead, they fixed their gazes on The Dynamite Dolls, but their particular attention was to Jan Delgado. Fans in the know were not surprised at this. Word had been circulating that Kiora Donavon was furious about her loss to Kylie Sanders and wanted to use this match as a form of payback. Word was also out that Miriam Gaiman hadn't forgotten--or forgiven the same Jan Delgado for having the unmitigated gall to defeat her. Miriam seemed intent on avenging this "insult". The looks on the new team's faces seemed to bear out these reports.

For their part, Delgado and Miles seemed well aware of the bad intentions being directed at them from the approaching team, but they glared right back at Gaiman and Donavon. Fans who knew them suspected that the pair were not in a good moods tonight either. They had both suffered losses in their singles action, but now looked to their partnership to once more give them a winning night.

Miriam and Kiora entered the ring with paired movements to which they had a certain sensual grace. Many in the crowd couldn't resist whooping and cheering these efforts, though, as usual the reaction of the crowd seemed of little interest to the pair. They walked up to the awaiting Dynamite Dolls where they were joined by the referee, though the fighters didn't seem aware of his presence.

"Hello, Janny, you feeling good tonight?" Miriam purred. "You won't when this is over."

"Shut your pervy mouth, Miri," Jan snapped.

"I would appreciate you watch your tone around my partner," Kiora suddenly interjected coldly.

"Like I need a lesson in manners from a slob like you?" Jan retorted.

Kiora and Miriam seemed about to move forward and cut Jan off from her partner, when Sara Miles thrust her big blonde body in the way.

"You so-called ladies seem to have forgotten about me," Sara said.

"No, we just don't care," Miriam said with a smirk, "we know who we want tonight--"

"--And it's not you," Kiora added with a smirk of her own.

"You don't get to choose," Sara retorted, but Miriam and Kiora only snickered.

"Ladies, please, we need to get this started. Please select someone to start," the referee said.

"Well, if you insist, I'll go first," Miriam said with a shrug.

Jan Delgado started to open her mouth, but Sara Miles tugged her aside and whispered in her ear: "Don't give them what they want. Let me wear 'em down for awhile, then you can get in and finish one of them off."

Jan didn't look happy, but nodded. Sara then announced she would be the starter. This news brought a nasty smile to the faces of Donavon and Gaiman.

"Chicken," Kiora sneered at Jan, who turned red and started at Donavon, but Sara Miles seized her by the arm and sent her back to their corner. Kiora gave Miriam an open mouth kiss (with plenty of tongue the more sharp-eyed noted) and departed for her corner.

DING! DING! DING! The timekeeper rang the bell and the match was on!

The blonde and the redhead began to circle each other looking for a quick opening. Then Sara suddenly launched a spin kick aimed at Miriam's head, but the redhead nimbly dodged the incoming boot and bounced herself off the ropes to strike back with a handspring elbow to the side of Sara's head. Miles stumbled away, following the smaller redhead to dart in and trip her up so that the bigger blonde fell on her face.

"So disappointing. We want Janny," Miriam said with a nod at Kiora.

Miriam then swooped in on Sara and nailed her across the back with a double knee drop that sent her crashing back to the mat. Miriam flipped the blonde over onto her back and began to set up the step-over toe hold face look that was better known as the STF. Before she knew what was happening, Sara found one leg bent and scissored while a facelock put pressure on her face.

Sara desperately looked around for a way out and realized the ring ropes were not far away. She dragged herself (and Miriam Gaiman) along the mat until she could reach out an arm. Suddenly, she was looking into Kiora Donavan's face as she stood on the arena floor leaning against the ring. She was expecting Kiora would block her attempt to reach the ropes, but instead, the exotic beauty helpfully pushed out the bottom rope so that Sara could more easily reach it!

Miriam then hopped off and Sara got to her feet. Miriam was smirking at her.

"Don't want you here," Miriam informed her.

"Well, you sure as hell have got me!: Sara cried and made an angry lunge at the redhead.

This was a mistake. Miriam danced aside, but tripped the blonde who once again crashed flat on her face in a humiliating fashion. Meanwhile, Miriam had quickly tagged in Kiora, who shot into the ring and began punching the fallen blonde.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" Jan Delgado had been helplessly watching her partner from the far end of the ring and she burned with frustration. Seeing Kiora go after Sara was just too much. She leaped into the ring and charged at Donavon, dodging the referee's attempts to keep her out.

This, of course, was just what Miriam and Kiora had hoped to see happen. As Jan made her mad dash at Kiora, Miriam mounted the turnbuckle and as the brunette came ring range, launched herself into a hurricanrana that nearly took Jan's head off! Jan crashed into the mat like a rag doll.

Meanwhile, Kiora had turned her attention from Sara Miles to Miriam and Jan. This gave Sara the chance the recover. She stuck one of her legs between Kiora's and sent Donavon sprawling. Then she leaped to her feet and grabbed Miriam from behind in a full nelson then spun around and tossed her onto her partner. Miriam landed on Kiora and the pair went down in a tangle.

This allowed Sara to drag the dazed Jan to her feet and hustle her passed the referee (who had been unsuccessfully trying to restore order. However by the time they reached their corner Jan had shaken off the hurricanrana and was begging Sara to let her tag in.

"Only ONE of you!" The ref was shouting.

"Please, Sara!" Jan said simply.

Sara had no more time as she could see Miriam and Kiora back on their feet. She sighed and tagged Jan in. Miriam saw this and headed right for the Latina even as Kiora rolled out of the ring.

Sara climbed out of the ring and looked back in time to see Jan launching herself in a crossbody block. Miriam attempted to avoid the incoming body, but Jan had timed the leap so that Miriam was partially caught by the impact. The redhead spun around and fell on the mat. Jan now fell on the redhead with a series of rapid-fire punches to the back and neck.

Miriam somehow rolled over and got grabbed Jan's thick dark hair and yanked. Jan was flipped over the redhead. Miriam followed this by rolling over on top of the fallen brunette and sitting on her back. She then cupped her hands under Jan's chin and yanked back in a camel clutch.

"Gotcha!" Miriam gloated.

Jan cursed at Miriam in a lurid mixture of English and Spanish. Miriam laughed and made the camel clutch tighter. Jan's cursing turned to groans.

"You want to quit?" The referee asked.

"Of course, she doesn't!" Miriam said and leaned forward to ask her victim. "You don't., do you."

Jan cursed again and added: "NO!"

"You see, that's my Janny," Miriam said cheerfully. She worked the agonizing hold for a little while longer, then she abruptly ended it and stood up. As Jan lay groaning on the canvas, Miriam tagged in Kiora.

Kiora let Jan start to get up, then nailed her with a double stomp. She then pulled her upwards into a beautiful vertical suplex before letting the Latina crash hard onto the mat.

Kiora then dragged her up again and gave her a running bulldog the length of the ring. Jan crashed into the mat once more, but this time, she was now in range of the frantic Sara Miles.

Jan had landed with her arms over her head. Sara reached down and slapped Jan's limp palm. She then dragged her partner out of the ring.

Kiora was watching this with some amusement. She went back and tagged in Miriam. The fans had the impression that the running bulldog into their opponent's corner was no mistake on their part. Miriam headed out to meet the incoming blonde.

Sara let Miriam come towards her at high speed, then she suddenly went into a baseball slide the sent the redhead sprawling. Sara quickly went after Miriam with an STF of her own!

"How do YOU like it, you crazy bitch?" Sara snarled as she poured the pressure into the trapped leg and head.

"It's okay," Miriam said calmly, "but I've had better."

Miriam still had one leg free, she was able to aim it by sheer instinct and drove her boot into Sara's belly. Sara gasped and her grip loosened. Miriam kicked again--lower down catching the blonde in the crotch. Sara howled with pain and fell off her prey. Miriam got to her feet and mounted the nearby ropes. She then dropped a frog splash down on Sara who had made the mistake of rolling on her back while massaging her wounded womanhood. The blow blew Sara Miles' arms and legs out in a starfish. Miriam grinned and locked a claw into Sara's crotch. The blonde let out a moan of pain.

Miriam looked down the ring. Sure enough, Jan Delgado had recovered and was climbing into the ring for another "cavalry charge to the rescue". Miriam looked back at Kiora and then exchanged grins. Jan shot into the ring, and again had to dodge passed the referee, but this time Miriam was on her feet and had dragged Sara up with her, though Sara's knees barely supported her. As Jan closed in, Miriam threw Sara at the charging brunette, who caught Sara and stumbled backwards under this unexpected burden. Jan collided with the referee who fell heavily and lay on the mat.

"Oh, let me help you with her," Miriam purred at Jan. She gave Jan a kick in the belly to keep her busy and then threw Sara over the top rope so that she crashed onto the arena floor.

With the referee trying to rise and looking more than a little dazed, Miriam signaled to Kiora to come in for a double-timing session on Jan Delgado. Jan had shaken off the kick to the belly and saw what was about to happen. She had no way out, but she took none. With a wild cry, she threw herself on Miriam Gaiman, seeming determined to take out at least one of her rivals.

It was certainly a valiant move, warmly applauded by the crowd, but though Jan got Miriam down, it was not for long. Kiora was on her back punching and kicking like a woman possessed. She then dragged her off Miriam by the hair and gave her a piledriver into the mat for daring to bring Kiora's down.

Miriam got up and the two of them lifted Jan up for a joint vertical suplex that smashed Jan to the mat. Then Miriam kneeled down and applied one of her stomach claws, while Kiora kneeled down with her knee across Jan's throat in a blatant choke that brought angry chorus of boos from the crowd.

Then Kiora saw the referee had gotten to his knees (though his back was still to the action).

"Time to go," Kiora said and gave Miriam another hungry kiss, before rising to her feet. As she started to leave, she saw Sara Miles' head appear at the edge of the ring, apparently the blonde had pulled herself up. Kiora went over and (still unseen by the ref) kicked Sara on the side of the head. Sara's head was snapped around and she disappeared from view. Kiora smirked and with a final wave at Miriam, departed the ring herself.

The referee had finally regained his senses and turned around. He saw Miriam Gaiman putting the finishing touches on one of her favorite finishers: "The Cruel and Unusual"--a reverse facesit combined with her crotch claw. Jan Delgado was flopping around like a beached fish, but Miriam was riding her like a bronco buster and plainly enjoying every minute of it. The official dropped down next to the struggling pair and waited for a tap out, but none came. Then, as Jan's struggles faded, the referee raised and lowered the trapped Latina's limp arm.

"ONE... "

"TWO... "

"THREE!!!!"

The fight was over! Miriam coolly stood up and went over to the corner where Kiora awaited her with a victory kiss. Then Kiora climbed into the ring and they advanced on the fallen Jan Delgado. The referee was checking on her, but Miriam tapped him on the shoulder.

"Step aside," she said in a tone that had the official meekly scrambling out of the way.

Kiora and Miriam then picked Jan up and dragged her into their corner where they propped her up. They then very careful ripped off her tee shirt. Next came her pleated skirt. They then pulled off the red tennis shoes. As each garment was removed, Miriam or Kiora threw them into the crowd where mad scrambles broke out for a piece of these "treasures". Jan was now down to a black sports bra and briefs, but these were ripped away with deliberate care. Now the unfortunate Latina's nude body was on full display. Battered though it was, most onlookers were impressed by the exposed form. However Miriam and Kiora wore looks of contempt, like art connoisseurs gazing at a black velvet Elvis painting, they shook their heads and held their noses. The crowd booed this cruel and unfair judgment, but Miriam and Kiora paid them no heed.

Miriam then noticed that Sara Miles had again dragged herself up and was leaning dazed against the side of the ring. She looked at Kiora and whispered something. Kiora smiled. They then each took an arm and dragged Jan's naked body across the ring, raised it up over the ring ropes and dropped her on top of the still dazed Sara Miles. The Dynamite Dolls crunched together and went down in a heap.

Miriam and Kiora shared one last, passionate ring kiss and then departed the ring hand in hand. The crowd continued to boo them, but, as usual the pair took no notice.

Back at the ring, Sara and Jan were stirring, soon to discover they had suffered a crushing, if brave loss.

WINNERS: Kiora Donavon and Miriam Gaiman