Red, white, and blue spotlights swirl through the audience as the Olympic 'Fanfare for the Common Man' erupts from the sound system. When a glaring white beam backlights a tight, but tiny figure at the top stage, the music quickly fades, blue and white light ceding to the growing red filling the ramp and ring, quickly joined by red pyro in a line in front of the figure.

The techno-pop beat of Vitamin C's 'The Itch' pumps through the audience and a spotlight falls upon an exotic little brunette with smoky gray-green eyes and ethnic hints from all over the Pacific Rim. Dominique Daly is clad in a red cami leotard, her tawny arms, legs, and feet bare, as well as large swaths of her midriff from several rips and tears in the skin-tight spandex. Her long, dark locks are pulled back into a soft ponytail that bobs as she pumps her right arm to the beat. Domi sways to the music; her taut, little backside swiveling deliciously as she rotates in a circle then moves forward, arms raised high despite the mix of cheers and boos, the negative easily outweighing the positive reaction.

Trying to win the crowd over, she enters into a tumbling run down the ramp with back handsprings ending with a back tuck flourish and a bright smile that gets her nowhere. Despite the show, the crowd hasn't forgotten, nor do they appreciate her unsavory past and less than legitimate tactics. Unhappy with the response, Daly lets the crowd know she thinks they're #1 as well, with dual middle fingers.

The ex-gymnast growls at a placard shoved in her face. "Hey, Domi, how much hair can you have left after another scalping?" A full color spread of Juliet Bloodwind claiming her prize of Dominique's ponytail on the next poster does nothing to calm the rage in her eyes. She wasn't going to underestimate that bitch, tonight. And if anyone was coming away with a scalp, it would be her.

Leaving the losers behind, she hops up to the apron and vaults over the ropes with room to spare, her body moving as if on hydraulic springs.

Within her environment, amidst center stage, the spotlight enveloping her, Dominique feels at ease. Even the booming derisive chants 'DAUM-ME, DAUM-ME' can't break her spell. It was a huge Pay-Per-View stage and finally, FINALLY, she would present the world with a clutch gold medal performance. To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name of", Tempe's Native American temptress, Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp, strutting down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. She gives a thumbs up to a group of fans holding aloft a sign reading: "INSERT INSULT HERE!"

At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

During a small break in the roaring applause of the capacity crowd, the bell chimed loudly and seconds later, one of the most intense rivalries in FAWN history had begun its third chapter.

Waiting tensely in her corner, Dominique Daly rolled her shoulders and rocked back on the balls of her feet in a last ditch effort to silence any nagging doubts that were running through her head. Fixing her smoky emerald gaze on the brunette in the opposite corner, Domi's usual smirk vanished and was replaced with a malevolent stare. Remembering everything Bloodwind had put her through, the gymnast allowed her hate for the Television Champion to roll over her like a warm red wave. Exhaling silently, Daly whispered, "Third time's a charm bitch. Your desert-baked ass belongs to me." The words were still on her lips when she strode out of the corner and made a beeline for the Tempe Temptress.

On the other side of the squared circle, Juliet Bloodwind handed her title off to the official before fixing her attention on Domi. The champ's dark eyes narrowed and she felt an uncharacteristic surge of rage dance down her spine. Juliet knew that Daly had psyched herself up something fierce for this match; she knew the gymnast would be coming at her harder and faster than she ever had before and given the ferocity of their first two singles encounters, that was saying something. And on top of that, Juliet knew that Dominique had every intention of returning the 'scalping' she had visited upon Daly at the end of their first match. Juliet Bloodwind knew all these things. But she didn't give a shit. Daly could tell herself whatever she wanted, the fact of the matter was, Bloodwind was 2-0 against the gymnast and she had no intention to let that record falter anytime soon. She wasn't just going to beat Daly tonight, she was going to BREAK her. And if that meant she had to beat Domi to a whimpering pulp and then shave her bald, then that's what she would do. Snapping out of her reverie, Juliet Bloodwind cracked her knuckles ominously and purred, "All right benchwarmer, let's finish this trilogy." With that thought in mind, she pushed out of her corner and headed straight for Domi.

A few seconds later, the two brunettes met in the center of the ring, colliding in a silent but disrespectful bump. Ignoring the fact that she had to crane her neck back to stare Juliet in the face, Dominique blatantly chested into her rival and snarled softly, "Payback time Suck-agawea. I'm taking everything from you tonight. Your title, your hair, your heart. Everything you are will be at my mercy when that bell rings again."

Not intimidated in the slightest, Juliet returned the none too subtle chest grind and fired back, "You're pathetic Domi, and even worse, you're delusional. After I pound your sad, skinny ass into the canvas tonight, I swear to God I'll shave your head and make sure everybody in the front row gets to learn what a loser's scalp feels like."

Visibly quivering with rage, Daly looked like she was trying to formulate a response, but when words failed her; she blasted the taller girl across the face with a forehand slap that sent Bloodwind reeling back on her heels. The pain of the Daly's attack hadn't even begun to fade when Juliet snapped her head back and glared murder at her nemesis. Smiling savagely, the Tempe Temptress challenged, "Is that all you've got?" Before Domi could answer, Bloodwind retaliated with a slap that echoed throughout the arena with a resounding 'CRACK!'

Advancing on her staggered challenger, Juliet surged forward and engaged Daly in a tight Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. Pushing grimly at the smaller brunette's shoulders, Bloodwind used her height and power advantage to bull the gymnast back towards her own corner.

Jules was about a second away from ramming Domi into the thinly padded steel when the challenger suddenly planted her feet and twisted her hips violently to the left. Caught off balance, Juliet switched places with her rival and an instant later, was pressed rudely into buckles. Knowing she had just scored a minor victory, Domi added to Juliet's discomfort by getting both hands up under the champion's chin and pushing back as hard as she could. Juliet's neck was cranked back at a painful angle and she tried to wriggle free of the predicament, but Dominique's grip was perfect so Bloodwind was forced to wait until the official began his 'FIVE' count. The zebra had just reached 'FOUR' when Domi suddenly relieved the pressure on Juliet's chin and raised her hands to chest level, indicating a clean break.

Honestly surprised that Domi hadn't needed to be pulled off her, Juliet locked eyes with the shorter girl and started to push her way out of the corner. She'd made it less than a step when Daly lashed her right hand out and sank her talons into Juliet's cheek. Smiling sadistically at the champion's surprised cry, Dominique clamped down and jerked her hand left and right, doing her best to tear a hole in Bloodwind's face.

Trying and failing to stifle a scream as Domi's fingers invaded her mouth, Juliet balled up her left hand and slammed it hard into Daly's liver. The gymnast let out a breathless gasp and released her claw hold. Protecting her impacted abdomen with one arm, Dominique growled low in the back of her throat and said, "C'mon bitch, you wanna brawl? Let's brawl."

Rubbing the side of her face, Juliet licked her lips and replied, "I'm gonna punch your face in Domi." Wading into the smaller vixen with both fists flying, Bloodwind hammered away at Daly, driving wild, caroming shots into the gymnast's face, chest and belly. Standing against the champion's fistic assault as best she could, Dominique abandoned any semblance of the technical style she normally employed and responded with a rapid fire series of shots to the champion's kidneys. This mindless, barroom slugging had been going on for the better part of thirty seconds when Domi ducked under a Bloodwind Haymaker and buried her knee in her rival's belly.

Laughing silently as Juliet doubled up in front of her, Daly buried her hands in the taller girl's hair and straightened her up. Releasing her grip on Bloodwind's roots, Domi was seconds away from clawing the champ's eyes out when Jules whipped her hands up and slapped the gymnast's hands aside. Grabbing Daly by the sides of her head, Juliet tucked the crown of her skull under the shorter girl's chin. Without missing a beat, Bloodwind jumped and then fell to her knees, delivering a picture perfect Jawbreaker to her hated rival.

Grinning evilly as Dominique was stunned by the simple maneuver, Juliet pushed up to her feet and lunged forward. Grabbing her challenger by the wrist, Jules aimed her towards the corner and set Domi hurtling towards the buckles. Waiting just long enough to make sure Daly connected with the corner, Juliet exploded forward in a dead run that put her on a collision course with the stunned brunette. Bloodwind passed mid-ring in the blink of an eye and with almost ten feet still separating her from the corner, the Tempe Temptress left her feet in a phenomenally high leap, at the apex of which she pulled back her right arm to line up the shot she intended to deliver. As gravity started to pull her forward and down, Juliet blasted her cocked arm forward and drove her forearm right across the bridge of Daly's nose.

Landing lightly on her feet, Jules straightened back up and took possession of the gymnast's wrists for the second time in as many minutes. Digging her feet into the mat, Jules sank into a low crouch and executed another Irish Whip, shooting Domi back to the other side of the ring. Moving with an ease that only came from hour upon hour of practice, Bloodwind hopped to her feet and sprinted after her adversary. With less than three feet between her and Daly, Juliet executed a short leap that ended with her boots planted on the challenger's upper thighs. In the same instant, she clasped her hands behind Domi's neck, leaned back and tossed Daly nearly three-quarters of the way across the ring compliments of the Monkey Flip.

Smiling up into the hot lights of the arena, Juliet rolled to one knee and got to her feet. While Daly was moaning and clutching her injured back, Bloodwind jogged over to the edge of the ring and slipped through the middle rope to take up residence on the apron. Positioning herself perfectly, she waited tensely while Domi struggled slowly to her feet. When Daly had just gotten off her hands and knees, Juliet sneered, "Over here third string!" Dominique turned around in a drunken stagger and by then Juliet was already in motion. Leaping onto the rope, she stayed perched there for less than a second before launching herself at the diminutive brunette and caught her across the throat with an extended right arm. The Springboard Clothesline connected just as it should, knocking Domi off her feet and sending her back to the mat with an echoing 'THUD.'

As for Juliet, she tumbled out of the landing and popped to her feet before quickly striding over to where her rival lay in a splayed pile. Deciding it wasn't worth playing with the gymnast, Juliet draped herself across Domi's torso and hooked a leg tightly. Seeing a cover made, the ref dropped to his knees and began to count, 'ONE... TWO... ' Domi shot an arm off the mat.

Aggravated but not really surprised, (Domi may be a bitch, but she was a resilient bitch) Juliet grabbed the other brunette by the straps of her crimson leotard and hauled her to her feet. Standing in front and slightly to the left of Dominique, Juliet slapped a tight Side Headlock on her woozy nemesis. Pointing towards the ropes, the brunette worked the Headlock hard and spat, "You've got nothing Domi. You're only claim to fame was being the fastest, slipperiest little tramp this fed has ever seen but as you can see, I'm running rings around you."

Deciding to illustrate her point with an example, Bloodwind sprinted toward the edge of the ring and then leapt, landing with her feet on the top rope while she maintained her grip on Dominique's skull. In the same motion she pushed off the ropes and turned around to complete the high impact maneuver. Bloodwind's set up and delivery were perfect; by all rights her Springboard Bulldog should have smeared Domi's nose all over the mat, but the Television Champ had underestimated just how agile the gymnast was. Just as Juliet's descent was beginning Daly leaned back and dropped to one knee. The sudden shift of momentum yanked Juliet down and deposited her back first across Domi's posted joint.

The makeshift Backbreaker caught Bloodwind perfectly and the Tempe Temptress let out an ear-piercing shriek as her spine was bent at an awkward angle. Laughing nastily, Dominique shoved the taller girl off her knee and sent Juliet rolling onto the canvas. Getting to her feet, Daly primly adjusted the edges of her outfit and tried to decide how she was going to punish the Sand Rat next.

Quickly noticing that Bloodwind had rolled dangerously close to the ropes, Domi strolled over to her adversary and planted one bare foot against Juliet's belly. Glaring down into the Champ's pain-etched face, Domi put her hands on her hips and snarled, "You think you're the only one who knows how to use the ropes Puke-ahontas? Let me show you just how fuckin' misinformed you are." Slipping through the ropes, Daly glanced over her shoulder and favored the small but vocal contingent of the Domi-Nation, with a slow grind of her hips. Returning her attention to the task at hand, Domi grabbed the top rope in both hands and lined herself up with Juliet's head. Certain her aim was true, Daly leaned back a bit and then launched herself forward, somersaulting over the top rope only to come down with one toned thigh right across Jules' windpipe.

The Somersault Leg Drop sent the Tempe Temptress into a flailing bout of gasping and flopping, but that didn't stop Domi from placing both hands on the Champ's undefended bounty and clamping down. Mauling Bloodwind's assets for nearly ten seconds, Domi finally released her grip after a final violent wrench of Juliet's breasts. Settling both hands into Bloodwind's hair, Dominique got to her feet and yanked Jules along for the ride. Stepping in close, Domi pressed her lips to Bloodwind's ear and purred, "Here's my version of the Jawbreaker. I'm sure you'll agree it's far superior to yours." Tucking her head under Juliet's chin, Domi sank into a low crouch then leapt upwards. Splitting her legs at a sharp 45-degree angle, Daly landed hard on her butt and snapped Bloodwind's head back in a nauseating whiplash motion. Daly's Jawbreaker stood the Champ up on her toes, but the Tempe Temptress did not go down. Domi took Juliet's continued verticality as an open challenge, one that she meant to meet with no hesitation. Getting to her feet, Daly stalked forward and wrapped her arms around the bigger girl's waist. Pulling Bloodwind in close, Dominique paused just long enough to grind her belly against Juliet's sweat beaded tummy. Tightening her grip, Domi taunted, "Let's see you stand after this Princess Burning Crotch." The barb was still hanging between them when Daly rose up on her toes and then dropped to one knee, slamming the champ down groin-first across her posted joint. Juliet threw her head back and shrieked in agony; the Inverted Atomic Drop was definitely not the flashiest weapon in Domi's arsenal, but no one could argue against its effectiveness. Pushing the hobbled champion away, Domi was more than irritated to see that Bloodwind was still standing, albeit not very well.

Intent on putting Jules down with authority, Daly sauntered forward and grabbed Juliet by the wrist. Pointing her towards the most appropriate corner, Dominique whipped Bloodwind towards the corner with sadistic ferocity. Smiling maliciously as Juliet thudded against the turnbuckles, Domi took a few loping steps forward and then went into a dizzyingly fast trifecta of handsprings, the last of which ended with her elbow slamming into Juliet Bloodwind's sternum. The Tempe Temptress let out a breathless groan and stumbled drunkenly out of the corner. Easily recovering her balance, Daly sped after her wounded adversary and snagged Juliet's skull in a loose Side Headlock. Never breaking her stride, Dominique took several more steps forward and then leapt into the air gliding nearly six feet through the void before gravity reclaimed her and brought her back to the canvas. The gymnast landed with only a slight bump, but the same could not be said of Bloodwind. The buckskin-clad beauty was driven face first into the mat, the impact of Daly's expertly timed Bulldog bouncing her body nearly eight inches into the air before flipping her over onto her back.

Noting the boneless way that Juliet was starfished in the middle of the ring, Dominique rolled to her feet; sprinted towards the corner towards the corner and hopped to the top rope with an ease that was so natural it was almost frightening. Turning around to face the ring, Domi crouched down and shouted, "Time to put you out of your misery Dances-with-Herpes!" Ignoring the surprised laughter from the audience, Domi exploded upwards and seemed to hang in the air for several seconds before she folded in on herself as she started to descend. Daly managed to unfold herself a few feet above the canvas, but all her training and timing proved to be for nothing when Juliet rolled out of the way. Daly didn't even have time to scream before she slammed full force into the canvas with a ring shaking 'WHAM!' There was a loud 'OOOHHH' of collective sympathy from the audience that rose in time with Domi's pained shriek. Clutching her tenderized ribs, the gasping gymnast curled up in the fetal position and tried to will some breath back into her lungs.

Lying a few feet away, Juliet sat up and ran both hands through her battle-tousled hair. Rising to her feet, the Tempe Temptress brushed aside the aches and pains of Domi's last assault and slowly stalked over to the smoldering wreckage of the smaller brunette. Recalling the heartless way Daly had gone after her the Springboard Bulldog had missed, Juliet had no inclination to show her challenger anything like mercy. Bending at the waist, she helped herself to a double handful of Dominique's hair and pulled the whimpering vixen to her feet. Holding Daly's head in her hands, Bloodwind pulled the smaller girl in close and went nose-to-nose with her. Forcing Domi to stare into her eyes, Juliet whispered, "Crash and Burn Dominique, it might as well be the title of your biography." When Daly tried to open her mouth to utter a reply, Bloodwind stepped back fast and yanked her foe down, doubling her up at the waist. Before Domi knew what hit her, Jules brought her knee crashing up into the gymnast's stomach, just above her navel. Grinning coyly at Daly shuddered in her grasp, Juliet lowered her knee only to bring the other up just as hard. The second impact with her battered belly would have dropped Dominique to her knees under normal circumstances, but the Champ still had her fingers buried in the Challenger's locks, so Domi was forced to stand and endure another five shots from each knee, bringing the final count to an even dozen. After her twelfth Knee Lift appeared to take the last of the fight from the smaller brunette, Juliet yanked Domi back to her feet and kept her foe standing on spaghetti legs.

Releasing half of her grip on Dominique's head, Juliet reached down to one of the few strategically placed tears in the front of Daly's leotard and grabbed hold of the edge. With no discernable effort, she jerked the material towards her, making the hole much more ragged and authentic. Staring hard at the mostly bared expanse of Daly's tummy, Bloodwind rubbed her hands across the taut, trembling flesh and asked, "Are you tender enough yet?" She waited a beat and when there was no answer, she pulled her hand back and then cracked it forward, delivering a potent slap to Domi's abused abs. The simple maneuver brought an immediate wail of anguish from the trapped girl and for the second time in as many minutes, her knees started to give way. But Juliet wasn't going to let Domi hit the mat just yet. As Daly started to crumble, Bloodwind lowered her shoulder and stepped forward to muscle the smaller vixen up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.

As Bloodwind moved back towards the middle of the ring, the buzz from the crowd went up by several decibels. Dedicated fans of the Tempe Temptress knew she didn't utilize anything like power moves all that often, but then again, Domi was a bit of a special case and as such, she deserved special attention. Turning in a confident half circle, Juliet tightened her grip and shouted, "She's got butterflies in her stomach! Anybody want to see them?" The crowd replied that, yes. They would like to see said butterflies so before Daly could summon a counter Juliet rose up on her toes and powered the smaller brunette over her head, so that Domi was falling to the canvas directly in front of the champion. As her prey began to fall back towards the mat, Juliet dropped to one knee and waited patiently for the split second it took the gymnast to land belly first on her conveniently placed knee. Daly's already bruised ribs were dealt yet another torturous blow by the Gutbuster and she was once again left curled up in a tight ball on the canvas, only this time she was at Juliet's feet.

Rising up to her full height, Juliet knew that she just needed to keep pouring the misery onto her challenger if she wanted to make sure that Domi would never challenge her again after tonight was over. Hopping over to Daly's side, Juliet took off towards the ropes like a shot and came bouncing off them a few breaths later. When she was nearly on top of her target, Juliet left her feet in a high vertical leap that turned into a front flip which in turn ended with the champion landing back first across Dominique's helplessly exposed stomach. The Flipping Senton was not normally considered to be a particularly painful attack but to a girl in Domi's current state, it hurt worse than just about anything imaginable. The 'just about' qualifier was added because shortly after the modified Splash connected, Juliet rolled to her feet and went about subjecting her rival to something even more insidious. Tugging the insensate beauty up by the waist of her leotard, Juliet pulled Domi in close and leaned in close, so that she and the gymnast were cheek-to-cheek. Taking a slow, deep breath, Bloodwind exhaled into Domi's ear and whispered, "I've come up with something special for you Domi. I call it The Trail of Tears. Normally I'd explain the reference, but in your case, I think the meaning will be quite clear almost immediately."

Speaking no more, She pulled her head away from Daly's ear and then slipped an arm across Domi's chest. Holding her victim tight, Jules sank into a deep crouch and then pushed up fast, hoisting Dominique up in what looked like the beginnings of a Rock Bottom. But things got interesting when, at the highest point of the lift, Juliet violently twisted to the right and dropped to one knee, bringing Domi's back down across the posted joint in a brilliantly applied modification of the Backbreaker. The gymnast let out a low, gurgling moan and then she rolled bonelessly off Bloodwind's knees to pool silently on the canvas. Noting that Domi had more than likely reached the end of the trail, Juliet wasted no time in pouncing on the semi-coherent challenger and hooking both legs in a tight pin. Never one to drag things out, the ref dropped to his knees and slapped the mat, "ONE... TWO... " Dominique shot her left arm off the mat.

Sitting on her knees, Juliet shook her head in quiet disbelief and muttered, "No more Wheaties for you Domi. They're making you into an even bigger pain in my ass and I didn't think that was possible." Dominique's response was another pained groan so Juliet abandoned any further attempts at banter and went back on the offensive. Hoisting the gymnast up by the shoulder straps, Juliet slipped around behind the shorter beauty and snuggled in close.

Letting her hips gulp and grind against Daly's quivering backside, Juliet taunted, "Let's see you get your shoulders off the mat when you're folded in half and your ass is pointed towards the lights." Bringing her cryptic statement to life, Juliet put her hands on Domi's shoulders, then leapt straight up into the air, landing with her thighs framing either side of the challenger's head. Feeling her perch was secure, Juliet leaned forward to begin the final phase of the Victory Roll and that's when things started to go horribly awry. As the champ started to fall forward, Dominique suddenly lunged forward several steps and managed to get her hands up and against Juliet's butt. With a whispered curse and a hard shove, Daly tossed Bloodwind off her shoulders and sent the Tempe Temptress crashing towards the canvas; a short but painful journey that was made even more so when Juliet landed throat first across the top rope. Juliet's head snapped back viciously and the moment the rest of her hit the canvas, the champ was gagging and clutching both hands to her injured windpipe.

Standing a few feet away, Dominique Daly clutched her tortured ribs, but even that anguish couldn't keep the hateful smile off her face. Looking quickly to Juliet's right, Domi picked out her next move even though part of her was convinced it would hurt her more than her adversary. Chasing away the doubts with a brisk shake of her head, Domi muttered, "It doesn't matter. I don't care if I'm carted out of here on a stretcher. As long as that belt comes to the hospital with me, it'll all be worth it." Speaking no more, she was off like a shot, sprinting towards the ropes with a sureness and velocity that should have been impossible given the fact that she'd been on the receiving end of a tremendous beating for the past several minutes Getting into place, Dominique left the mat in a graceful leap that ended with her landing feet first on the top rope. Without even bothering to grab the cable for leverage, Daly sank into an almost imperceptible crouch and then launched into a high, soaring back flip, the end result of which saw her land perpendicular across her victim's belly, Dominique's own toned midsection flattening Juliet's out like an Olympic rolling pin on amateur biscuit dough. The impact of the Lionsault caused the champion's body to jackknife violently and the challenger to scream in agony. Just as she'd suspected, the maneuver had hurt like a bitch, but she also knew that it had done serious damage to her opponent.

Wincing, Domi got off her knees and staggered back several steps. In any other situation she would have immediately gone for the cover on Juliet, but in her present condition she wasn't sure she would be able to hold the larger girl down for the three. Better to wait and try to finish Bloodwind off with something that wasn't going to aggravate her condition. Breathing in great, tearing gasps, Domi stalked around behind her wounded nemesis, silently begging Juliet to give her an opening. Moments later, Bloodwind obliged her by rolling over onto her belly and pushing to her hands and knees. Daly's catlike eyes appeared to glow with some internal emerald radiance as she whispered. "Oh Jules, I am gonna SNAP your ribs."

Intending to make good on her threat, the gymnast charged forward and pounced on her penitent foe. Still smiling when Juliet collapsed under her weight, Domi wriggled her legs around Juliet's middle and locked her ankles. Even before she began to apply pressure with the Body Scissors, Daly lashed her hands out and across Bloodwind's face, hooking in a Cross-Face on the champ's nose. With the Pummel Horse locked in but good, Domi bore down on both holds simultaneously, trying her damndest to cut Bloodwind in half and snap her neck all at the same time. Trembling all over from the terrible exertion of the hold, Domi managed to redouble her efforts when the Tempe Temptress started to writhe in her coils. Alternately squeezing and relaxing the Scissors, Daly kept the pressure on Juliet's neck constant as she screamed, "GIVE UP JULIET! GIVE UP OR I'LL SNAP YOUR NECK!"

Shaking her head 'no' Juliet clenched her eyes shut and tried to ignore the tears running down her cheeks. Reaching out with both hands, Bloodwind instinctively KNEW the ropes were close; she just couldn't seem to find them. Letting loose with a hair-raising scream, Juliet dug her claws into the canvas and pulled herself relentlessly forward until she felt one of the ropes brush her fingers. Darting her hand out Bloodwind took hold of the ropes and roared, "GET OFF ME YOU BITCH!"

Unable to believe that the champ had been able to fight her way out of the Pummel Horse, Domi milked the hold for all it was worth, only releasing it when the ref passed 'FOUR' on his count. Resting heavily on the canvas, Domi tried and mostly succeeded to force exhausted tremors out of her legs. Feeling her breathing return to something like normal, the challenger pushed to her feet and limped over to where Juliet was huddled in the ropes. Grabbing one of Juliet's pigtails in each hand, Domi pulled Bloodwind to her feet and marched her into the middle of the ring. Glaring into her victim's face, Daly's talent for insulting banter failed her so she settled for driving a knee into the other brunette's groin. Standing chest to chest with the wounded champion, Domi snaked an arm around her opponent's waist and threaded the other between Juliet' legs, making sure to give her opponent's butt a sharp, taunting pinch. Her grip in place, Daly popped her hips and tossed Bloodwind up and over, dropping her hapless adversary almost straight on her head with a ring shaking T-Bone Suplex.

Groaning quietly, Domi pushed to her feet and looked down at her flattened nemesis. Shifting her attention to the audience, Domi raised a hand and slowly drew her index finger across her throat. With a cold smile lighting up her pretty face, Dominique Daly announced, "She's mine." Basking in the mixed cascade of boos and cheers; Daly bent down and hauled Juliet to her feet. Trapping the crippled champ in a tight Front Face-Lock Domi used her free hand to secure a healthy handful of Bloodwind's buckskin briefs. Yanking Juliet's togs up in a mean-spirited half wedgie, Daly bent her knees slightly and lifted straight up, jerking Juliet into the air over her head so she could spike her with a Brainbuster.

Unfortunately for Dominique, her grip wasn't as strong as it usually was and when Juliet began to writhe and twist, she was unable to keep the champ from wrenching free and landing heavily behind her. Domi cursed silently but before she even started to turn around, Juliet smashed both fists into the gymnast's weakened ribs. Not allowing the smaller girl to fall forward, Juliet reached an arm out, snagged it under Dominique's neck and forced the challenger's chin back into the crook of her armpit. Holding the Inverted Face Lock tight, Juliet returned Daly's gesture from a few moments before when she drew a finger across her throat and roared, "YOU'RE GOING ZERO FOR THREE BITCH!" Then she fell straight down, spiking the back of Dominique's head into the mat with the Scorpion Death Drop. The crowd surged to their feet, as they were well aware that the Reverse DDT was a precursor to the Bloodhawk Dive.

Getting to her feet, Juliet looked out at the mob with fire in her eyes and let loose with a primal scream of triumph as she hopped across the fallen body of Dominique Daly and sprinted toward the ropes. Nearing her destination, she left her feet in a short hop that ended with her landing on the middle rope. Without so much as taking a breath, Juliet then leaped onto the top turnbuckle and propelled herself backwards, the Bloodhawk Dive mere microseconds from ending the match and continuing her reign as Television Champion. Sadly, the Dive did connect, but it landed across the wrong part of her challenger. Because as Juliet bore down on Daly, the semi-coherent gymnast had just enough presence of mind to pull her knees up across her chest. Bloodwind never even knew what happened. One moment she was soaring through the void, the next moment she was suffering indescribable anguish. The impact of the landing drove all the air from her lungs in a single tearing gasp and the Tempe Temptress flopped off of Domi and onto her side, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes as she tried to nurse her impaled abdomen.

Not really understanding what she had done, Domi only knew that she had averted disaster by the narrowest of margins. Willing her exhausted frame to move, she flopped over onto her side and pushed to her feet. Staggering over to ruins of her opponent, Dominique reached down and pulled Juliet to her feet with a slowness that wasn't like her at all. Grabbing the smaller brunette around the wrist, Daly backed Chance into the ropes and chested into her. Putting her lips next to Juliet's ear, Dominique panted, "I've already given one loser a taste of this move, but I wanted to make sure that you were the first bitch in FAWN to experience its charms."

Receiving nothing more than a wheezing moan from the champ, Dominique leaned in harder for a second before whipping the taller brunette across the ring. The moment Juliet was out of her grip, Domi took a step forward and then back, bouncing off the ropes to gain momentum as she sprinted to meet Juliet's charge. With less than two feet separating them, Domi left her feet and flew through the air, managing to slip around behind Bloodwind and loop her arms around Juliet's left arm while her legs scissored up the right arm. For a very brief moment, Dominique was suspended across her foe's shoulders in what would have turned into a simple Crucifix Pin if Daly had chosen to fall back to the mat. But Daly didn't just lean back, she pulled back with every ounce of strength she had left, yanking Juliet off her feet in a whiplash motion that had the limber brunette dropping towards the mat head over heels. The trip to the mat wasn't very far, but it was fast and hard, two things that aren't good when landing on one's head. That's exactly was happened to Juliet Bloodwind as she became the first girl in FAWN to fall victim to the newest move in Dominique's arsenal. Part Flying Crucifix, part Death Valley Driver; she called it the Daly Grind.

Screaming in mindless triumph, Domi untangled her limbs from Juliet's shoulders and stood over the semi-conscious beauty. Flipping some hair behind her ears, Daly's green eyes glittered when she called out, "Another flawless routine by Daly. All that remains is the dismount." Deaf to the rumble of approval that coursed through the mob, Dominique positioned herself on one side of Juliet's body and then sprinted over the battered vixen and headed straight for the nearest corner before executing a flying leap that brought her to rest balanced heavily on the top buckle. Without missing a beat, Domi bent flipped backwards in a high, flawless arc that brought her down with both bare feet driving deep into Juliet's defenseless belly.

Bloodwind folded up like a matchbook as she fell prey to the ingeniously modified Moonsault that was Sticking the Dismount. Still standing with her feet in Juliet's tummy, Dominique faltered back a few steps when her legs threatened to give way. Forgoing the usual showy handstand that followed her finish, Daly flung herself across Juliet's impaled middle and hooked the far leg. Bearing down with absolutely everything she had left, Dominique closed her eyes and nodded in time with the ref as he counted, 'ONE... TWO... . THREE!' The crowd's reaction was mixed to say the least, but the astute fan would notice that Daly was getting a lot more cheers now than when the match had begun. The gymnast would never get the universal adulation she craved, but if she kept turning in performances like this one, the ranks of the Domi-Nation would continue to swell.

Slowly rising to her feet, Domi staggered into the ropes and simply rested there for a few seconds. When the reality of her victory began to sink in, Daly pushed away from the cables and whirled around on her heel. Setting her sights on Juliet's prone form, Dominique broke into a lightning fast sprint that ended with her crashing down across Juliet's belly in a perfect split. Bouncing her butt against Bloodwind's stomach, Domi tilted her head up to the lights and simply let everything wash over her. After nearly ten seconds of this silent satisfaction, Daly opened her eyes and leveled her gaze on Juliet's pale, sweating face. Mildly irritated that the ex-champ was nearly unconscious, Domi let it slide for the moment. Juliet didn't have to be awake for the preliminaries, but there was no way Daly would let her snooze through the finale.

Settling her hands across Bloodwind's slowly rising chest, the gymnast stripped away the buckskin top, leaving her nemesis stripped to the waist. Twirling the top on her finger, Dominique purred, "This is just the beginning Juliet. There's a whole lot more I'm going to strip away." Not caring if Bloodwind could respond (she couldn't) Domi rolled off of her victim and deftly slid under the bottom rope. Surveying the faces in the front row, the new champion looked for a member of the Domi-Nation to reward for their loyalty. After making a few sweeps of the crowd, Domi's gaze settled on a tall, slender young man that was holding up a remarkably detailed 12 x 18 inch pencil sketch that depicted a victorious Dominique with one foot planted on the defenseless chest of a beaten Juliet Bloodwind. Flicking her glance between the poster and the fan, Domi sauntered forward and grinned. Tilting her head to the left, Domi asked, "What's your name?"

Struck mute for a moment, the guy shook off his stupor and answered, "Brian." Nodding, Domi said, "I like your poster Brian. How about a trade?" She held out Juliet's discarded top on her right index finger. Trying to pick his jaw off the floor, Brian only nodded and handed Daly his creation. Giving her follower Bloodwind's top, Dominique said, "Keep that in a safe place. It'll be worth something when she hits rock bottom."

Leaving the fan with his prize, Domi placed the poster next to the ring steps and dropped quickly to one knee. Reaching under the ring apron, Daly felt around for a moment and then found what she was looking for. Domi pulled a small black velvet drawstring bag into the light and then slid back into the ring with one easy motion. Getting to her feet, Daly saw the official tending to Juliet and she snarled, "Not a fuckin' chance."

Striding up behind the zebra, she plastered the poor dope with a punt to the groin that made him a non-factor in Domi's revenge. Nudging the crippled official aside, Domi gently stepped onto Juliet's bared chest and cruelly kneaded her splayed toes into Bloodwind's breasts. Pinching Juliet's nipples between her toes, Domi bounced lightly on her fleshy perch and laughed gleefully when Bloodwind tried to knock her loose. Keeping her perch, Domi looked down and purred, "Your tits feel great under my feel Juliet." Grimacing as Daly continued to tweak her tits, Juliet growled, "Go fuck yourself Daly. By my numbers you're still down by a fall." Refusing to let Juliet get a word in, Domi sank down, straddled Juliet's waist and reached into the bag. After a bit of rummaging, Domi pulled out a length of satin ribbon and deftly tied the Tempe Temptress' wrists high over her head. Almost ready now, Dominique reached back into the bag and unveiled a sadistic looking pair of shears.

Holding the scissors in one hand, she used her free hand to grab Juliet's right pigtail by the tip and pull it out to its full length. Sliding the shears around the base of the braid, Domi smiled beatifically at Juliet even as she 'snicked' the blades shut. Holding the shorn pigtail by the tips of her fingers, Daly snarled, "Gross." and tossed it over her shoulder. Turning her attention back to Juliet, Dominique slipped the shears around the remaining braid and asked her nemesis, "Anything to say Juliet?"

Bristling with rage, Bloodwind's face twisted in a hate filled sneer as she snarled, "I WILL get you for this Domi. And I WILL get MY title back."

Daly shook her head and replied, "I know you'll try." Then she snapped the shears closed and relieved Juliet of her second pigtail. Dropping the discarded hair on Juliet's chest, Domi tossed the scissors aside and lowered her face until she was nose to nose with her victim. Breathing softly into Juliet's furious face, Domi whispered, "I have to tell you, going into this match, I fully intended to leave you stripped naked in front of all your pathetic little fans. But I've decided against it. See, if I STRIPPED you of everything, there'd be nothing left for you to judge how far you'd fallen. So I'm going to leave you with just enough pride to work up the guts to come back for a rematch. THEN I'll take your bottoms. But until that night comes, I want to leave you with something else."

Keeping Juliet pinned down; Daly slid her hand down Bloodwind's belly and gently slipped her fingers under the line of Juliet's briefs. Feeling the lines of the ex-champ's womanhood under her hand, Domi clenched her fingers ever so slightly. A low, rolling shudder passed through Bloodwind's body and a split second of hate and humiliation flashed across Juliet's face. In that second, Dominique knew she'd gotten into the Temptress' head, even if only for a moment. Squeezing Bloodwind's groin a little tighter, Domi suddenly pulled her hand free and rubbed it against the taller brunette's disgusted face. Continuing to smile, Domi whispered, "That is the CLOSEST thing to mercy that you'll ever get from me. Remember that the next time you try to fuck with me."

Barely containing her fury, Juliet growled, "Talk all you want Domi. I'll get my rematch. And when I do, you're going to SUFFER"

Daly just smirked. Standing up, she placed one bare foot against Juliet's cheek and said. "I don't think so Jules. Be grateful. This time I'm just stepping on your face. Next time it'll be your throat." Considering the issue closed, the newest FAWN television champion slipped out of the ring, grabbed the belt from the timekeeper and slipped it around her waist.

Loving the feel of the gold on her hips, Daly raised both hands over her head as she started to head up the ramp. Reaching the stage, Daly stopped in the entryway and turned to face the arena one last time. Suppressing a chuckle as she watched Juliet struggling to get the satin ribbon off her wrists, Domi caressed the belt around her waist and whispered, "The gold is finally where it belongs Juliet. And as long as I'm breathing, it's not going anywhere. From this moment on, it's nothing but tens."

Feeling perfectly satisfied with herself, Domi was just about to disappear through the curtain when every light in the arena went out. Stopping in her tracks, Daly froze in her tracks and waited to see what would come next. After several seconds of silence, a low, mournful howl floated out of the speakers and a chill passed through the audience. Apparently, WOLF was at the door once again. The howl had just faded down to nothing when things got took a turn from the surprising to the surreal. The mob thought they were imagining things, but it soon became apparent that there was honest to god Opera music pouring out of the FAWN system. The two opera aficionados in the crowd recognized the song as The Flower Duet" from "Lakme" and fittingly, it was they who identified what was going to happen next.

When the lights came on several seconds later, Juliet was no longer alone. A few paces behind the disoriented Temptress was a tall, elegant looking brunette dressed in black jeans and a royal purple tank top. Reaching up to the base of her neck, the mystery brunette plucked something from her hair, leaving a flow of dark curls to tumble to her shoulders. Holding the shining silver hairclip in her right hand, the interloper smiled beautifully and then let loose with a low whistle. Finally realizing she was no longer alone, Juliet whirled around on her heel to locate the source of the noise.

This proved to be a terrible mistake.

As soon as she saw the whites of Bloodwind's eyes, the WOLF beauty blasted a punch into the hollow of Juliet's throat. Bloodwind gagged pitifully and dropped to her knees, but that's as far as she got. Pocketing the hair clip, the other brunette slipped behind the kneeling Temptress and hauled her to her feet. Pulling Juliet in close, the brunette reached forward and hooked both of her victim's arms at the elbows, pulling them roughly behind her. In the same breath, she lowered her head and placed the crown of her skull between Juliet's shoulders, using it as a sort of pivot point. Milliseconds later, the nameless beauty twisted her entire body around to face the other direction, while still holding Juliet's arms. Both ladies were still standing but now Bloodwind was bent double, her arms pulled out in front of her, her head resting above the small of her attacker's back. Savoring the moment before impact, the intruder looked towards the ramp and spied the new champ. Smiling knowingly at the gymnast, she mouthed " Hello Dominique."

Through with words, she sat out fast, driving Juliet's face and chest full force into the mat courtesy of a move that most folks called the Unprettier but would soon come to be known as The Decrescendo. Getting to her feet, the visitor from WOLF helped herself to a microphone and then wandered back over to her flattened victim. Nudging Juliet over onto her back, the brunette dropped into a low crouch. Curling her hand into a claw, she forced her middle and ring fingers into Juliet's mouth, applying a Mandible Claw. Getting the mildest of reactions from Bloodwind, the brunette clamped down a little harder and looked up the ramp.

Still smiling, she brought the mic to her lips and said brightly, "Hello Miz. Daly, it's a pleasure to meet you, even if it has to be in such squalid conditions. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eliza Bliss and I am from WOLF. Among my myriad talents, tonight I get to play the role of messenger. You get to play my adoring audience and this piece of trash... (she jiggled her claw in Juliet's maw) she gets to play my example. But before I go further, would you care to obtain a microphone? It should make our dialogue much more worthwhile."

Regarding Eliza warily, Domi snatched a mic from a flabbergasted techie and said, "I don't know who you are or what you want, but make this fast. I just had a pretty hard night."

Eliza smirked. "As I said earlier, my name is Eliza Bliss. And understand this Miz. Daly. You have no idea what a hard night entails. Not yet anyway. Now listen quietly, please, I'll only say this once. We are coming. And we are extremely motivated. When we tire of toying with this pathetic promotion, the destruction of FAWN will start in earnest and if you aren't ready, YOU WILL ALL BE DESTROYED. So here's a simple test for you Dominique Daly. For one night only, you get to be the conscience for all of FAWN."

Tiring of the lecture, Domi raised a hand and said, "I was hoping you'd get to the point soon. I just spent the last hour dealing with one loser, I wasn't expecting... "

"Don't ever interrupt me Dominique." Eliza's voice was suddenly dripping acid. Making sure that Domi was going to hold her tongue, Bliss continued, "I currently have your worst enemy at my mercy. The only commonality you two share involves your current employer but it's all you should need. I am an interloper and should be treated as such. So here's my challenge Miz. Daly. Come down to this ring and stop me from ripping off your nemesis' jaw." Eliza tightened her grip on Juliet's jaw and waited for Domi's reaction.

Watching the tableau unfold from the top of the stage, Daly sighed into the mic and then gave her response. "Sorry to spoil your showdown Lizzie, but I just don't care that much. Do what you want to Jules, just stay out of my way. Or I'll make you sorry." Then she spun around on her heel and vanished through the curtain.

Eliza shook her head slowly, almost sadly. "No Dominique, FAWN will be sorry." Dropping the mic, Eliza dug her thumb into the hollow of Bloodwind's throat and lifted her head off the mat. Forcing her fingers deep into Juliet's gullet, Eliza held her victim's head aloft for a few seconds before she slammed it down against the mat, bouncing the other brunette's head like a basketball. There was a terrible thud and an equally nasty gurgle from Juliet's clogged throat. Peeling her hand out of Juliet's mouth, Eliza was more than pleased to note that her fingers were slicked with blood.

Watching a thin stream of crimson trickle from the corner of Juliet's mouth, Eliza got to her feet, reached behind her a second time and produced a single red rose that she'd saved for such a special occasion. Dropping the rose on Juliet's chest, Eliza fixed the crowd with a final smile and whispered, "Happy Birthday FAWN." Seconds later, the lights went out and by the time they returned, Eliza Bliss was long gone, leaving only a rose and a decimated Juliet Bloodwind in her wake.

WINNER, and NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION: Dominique Daly