The butterflies were always there, but with Tila Nagai it was a little bit different. The Dennehys had taken the Toad out behind the woodshed and taught her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. And then, to be dumped in front of her heroine�Chrissy Daniel. While Tila might use the humiliation as fuel to stoke her little fires, the damage and outright humiliation that the Dennehys had inflicted would surely pay great dividends in the ring.

Natalie stood in front of the full length mirror, throwing a few punches to loosen her shoulders up a bit. It had always seemed to work before a boxing match, but didn't have the same affect here in FAWN. Of course no one was going to strip her naked, hold her down and sit on her face at the end of a boxing match�in FAWN that was a daily occurrence.

Looking around the locker room prior to the match, it suited her well... nice, and bright on the surface, but upon closer inspection, the room had dark corners that no one had visited in years and no one wished to. Natalie was beginning to like this trade despite the problems she'd endured. The challenge was something like she had never encountered before, even in the "Every Day's an Adventure" Navy. Natalie knew she had to develop the consistency, the constant ability to perform at a level that brought home the winner's paycheck every single week, no matter what it took to do the job.

Natalie tugged her sports bra back into place after the shadow boxing. As the Dirty Dennehy's newest member girded herself for the challenge, both her cousins sat in the lounge chairs, watching the earlier matches. Shannen and Cathy were both wearing street clothes instead of the baby blue thong or the black sports bra that brought fear to the hearts of every one in FAWN.

Natalie sighed as she rubbed a little tiger balm on her boot. She knew that a little of that in Tila's eye, or between her legs would make the match go a lot easier. If you weren't cheating, you weren't trying.

Looking up at the mirror, Natalie pulls her hair back into a severe pony tail matching the one worn by her cousin Shannen. She left as little of the dark brunette hair for pulling as she could. Natalie Dennehy gave one last tug to her black athletic bra, and let her eyes trail down the mirror past her firm breasts, flat tummy and continue down to the scuffed and worn black wrestling boots. Brushing a piece lint from her tiny thong, she straightens up, her mind racing through her lessons:

Cheat: Early and often.

Keep her down on the mat and hurt her bad.

Use the ropes and size advantage to keep her gasping for air.

If things go bad, bust her in the bush or go for the eyes, but that was universally true. I mean, who didn't know THAT?

Pick a body part and keep up the pressure and keep up the pressure and keep up the pressure. FOCUS.

"You're up Nat!" a voice emanates from behind the door. With a flutter, some of the butterflies settle down to roost. Natalie flexes in front of the mirror one last time before turning for the door.

The three young ladies pass through the heavy black draperies and into the packed stadium, the crowd already having been worked into a frenzy by the previous fighters. Shannen and Cathy give her a final slap on the shoulders and leave their 'Nasty' cousin to make her way to the ring, the duo returning backstage. Natalie strides confidently to the squared circle and slides inside to await the arrival of her diminutive victim.

Black and pink strobe lights begin to shine across the arena, as the first few chords of Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" begins to play over the PA. The lights continue to flash around, with black lights mixed in, bringing a glow to the crowd like a rave club. As the song continues to play...

After all of the fights and the lies - Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore - Uh, no more, oh no, it's over - 'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture - I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down - So I wanna say thank you -

'Cause it makes me that much stronger - Makes me work a little bit harder - Makes me that much wiser - So thanks for making me a fighter- Made me learn a little bit faster- Made my skin a little bit thicker - It makes me that much smarter - So thanks for making me a fighter.

As the music blares, Tila steps out from the curtains in a ravishing, ultra revealing outfit. She's clad in a very light baby-pink halter top that hugs every detail of her body, it stops only inches below her breasts leaving her well-toned and tanned tummy free for photo ops. Below that she has on a short, black mini-skirt with ruffled edges. Her legs are encased in a pair of neon lime green fishnet pantyhose that go up under her skirt. She wears light pink 2 inch heels, with two slightly darker pink satin ribbons wrapped around her ankles forming little bows. In her hair are several dark red streaks, and she raises her hands up high, causing a cheer to come from the crowd.

She storms down to the ring like she means business, with a confident walk of a woman twice her size. Tila knows she's small, but she doesn't care. She likens herself to a Chihuahua that's not afraid to bite a Rottweiler. Her hair glows in the strobe lights, and she looks like she just stepped off the pages of a Japanese Anime. She steps up into the ring, giving the crowd a peak up her skirt, and jiggles her fleshy backside against the ropes before stepping into the ring. Once inside she is all business, staring across the ring like it's the most important night of her life, and it very well could be.

The bell brings the match to order and the tiny Tila moves forward with raised fists, motioning Natalie for engagement. Dennehy can hardly believe it, a wide grin emerging.

"I know we painted you like a clown," Natalie offers, "but now you're acting like one."

"You needed two people to beat me up," Tila responds, "I only need two fists."

The renowned pugilist of FAWN moves toward Nagai, more than ready to take the young Vietnamese up on her offer. She throws out a couple jabs that clip the chin of the Asian cutie, knocking her off stride for a moment, but hardly discouraging her. Drawing her diminutive balled digits back up, Tila throws a jab uphill toward Natalie, but the brunette bats it away with a smirk. Countering, Natalie throws a hard left cross that Tila shrugs off her shoulder. The golden-skinned beauty then ducks an aggressive overhand right and lands a palm strike betwixt Natalie's impressive bosom, straightening Dennehy up with a wince and a backpedal.

"What's wrong Nasty Nat? Wishing you hadn't attacked me or threatened Chrissy!"

Natalie growls and forges headlong toward her foe, only to land on her face when the speedy Tila slips to the mat and brings Dennehy down with her with a drop toe hold. Tila scrambles up alongside and captures Natalie's right arm in a nasty Fujiwara armbar, Tila's entire body tensing as she throws every bit of strength into twisting Natalie's limb from its socket.

The surprised Nasty One yelps from both surprise and pain. Her rival might be under 100 pounds, but she knows how to use what she's got. Tila bears down, eliciting another shout from the busty brunette.

"Bitch, lemme go!"

"Who's the Toadie now?!" Tila asks.

Moving to her knees, Tila pushes off the mat, her grip still in place, and drops a knee into Nat's elbow, Dennehy squealing from the shooting pain. Every attempt at escape by Dennehy is met with a punishing, torturous twist, until Natalie's free hand hovers over the canvas. But instead of coming down, the brunette pivots and stretches for salvation, her fingers barely wrapping around the bottom cable.

"Break. BREAK," the ref yells.

tila does so, but only after one final wrench of the limb.

Natalie swears at the ref and her opponent as she uses the ropes and her good arm to reach her feet. She cradles her right arm as she circles away from the strands, Tila backing to the center and bidding the Texan forward. Nagai rolls her tiny fists playfully in front of her.

"You're some bad ass boxer? You can't even handle a featherweight like me."

Natalie shakes out her right arm with a grimace and sets her feet, moving forward and cutting down the ring in stages. She swings with heavy bombs from left�and right, ignoring the throbbing ache from that side, but the slippery Tila ducks and dodges both efforts and sends a spinning heel kick toward the cheek of an off-balance Nat. This time, however, Dennehy is ready with a counter to the counter, Natalie shifting her solid frame back to let the arcing leg of Nagai pass in front of her, missing the tip of her nose by an inch, no more.

With Tila now off kilter, Nat drives a fist into her kidney, the body of the Asian beauty crumpling around the brutal impact, an anguished chirp escaping ruby lips. Initiative seized, Natalie fires away at a gasping, stumbling Tila. Right. Left. Right. Left. The missiles slam into her petite body, breasts and belly battered, the power of the punches quickly drawing looks of alarm from the tiny terror. Eschewing her aching right for the power shot, Natalie loads a left and finally goes topside, catching Tila flush under the chin with a booming lefty uppercut that sends her sprawling to the canvas. Dennehy moves to a standing straddle of the shellshocked Tila.

"Do you want to just slide that face into my crotch right now, or do you want me to beat on you a while longer?"

Receiving nothing more than a sneer, Natalie interlocks her fingers and brings down a double axehandle to the flat golden midriff of her foe. Unfortunately for the Navy vet, Tila rolls out of the way in time and Nat pounds nothing but thinly-covered plywood. The brunette hops to her feet then hops around the mat with a scowl, trying to shake 'the bees' from her fingers.

Growing more frustrated and furious with the pesky gnat, Nat cocks a left arm and tries to remove Tila's head from her body with a scythe-like clothesline, but the vertically-challenged Tila ducks the limb and sends a jumping roundhouse kick crashing into the head of the rotating Natalie. The blue-eyed brunette staggers from the impact, but keeps her feet, only to get pummeled with a series of Muay Thai kicks to legs and midriff that collectively take their toll, backing Dennehy to the corner.

The crowd roars as the little underdog takes control. Tila lifts Natalie's right arm slightly then sends a European uppercut into the tricep, sending the arm rocketing upwards, Nat surprised the limb remains attached at the shoulder from the amount of pain radiating from the joint.

But Tila isn't done. She slides through the ropes, snatches the arm once more, leaning it over the top rope, and drops to the floor. The arm comes with, at least until the rope violently stops it and whiplashes the wounded wing back to its wailing proprietor. Nat hugs the ailing arm to her chest and circles in a lurching dance caused by the blinding pain.

The tiny Vietnamese beauty, scrambles under the ropes, joining Dennehy as the brunette returns from her swaying circuit. The Nasty One misses with a wild left and Tila makes her pay for the miss with a thick, resounding chop to her abundant chest. Natalie's crystal blue eyes widen, her lips falling into an 'O' as Nagai repeats, the meaty backhanded smack sending her cleavage a-giggle. One more elicits a pained chirp from the bruised Dennehy, a long pinkish welt blossoming just above her black sports bra.

Tila backpedals to the ropes and throws herself into them, instantly gaining a ton of momentum for her tiny frame. She races across the entirety of the mat, raising an elbow, pointed directly between Nat's blazing eyes. But Natalie bends down and scoops between Tila's legs with her left arm and flings the mighty mite over the ropes, Nagai cartwheeling out of control, her shoulder clipping the apron, her back slapping with a reverberating 'SMACK' against the polished concrete. As Tila slowly recovers her bearings from Miss Toad's Wild Ride, Natalie shakes some feeling, good feeling, back into her right arm. The process is delicate at first, Dennehy grimacing at the tentative stretches and rolls of the shoulder, but, coinciding with a wide-blinking Tila's labored reentry into the ring, Natalie throws a soft right shadow punch that seems to gather a look of confidence.

Immediately, Natalie races to intercept Tila before she can slide through the ropes, but the busty brunette is gutted with a dipped shoulder, Tila sending the blow under the top rope, before grasping the cable and sending her body flying over the top. The malicious Asian pixie slithers down Natalie's back and pulls her over with the Sunset Flip, Dennehy's body writhing in panic, her shoulders plastered to the mat.

"No. NOOOO," she howls.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT.

Both women scramble to their feet, Natalie snatching the upper hand with a vicious rake of Tila's dark cat's eyes. A screeching Nagai is spun in place, Nat bending her over, then thrusting her neck down across the cable. Tila's limbs erupt in flails as she gags out a cry for help that the ref is slow to answer. Finally, after several seconds, he picks up the count, giving Natalie another four seconds to continue the debilitating choke. Barely taking a moment to move on in her repertoire, Natalie pushes Tila's face against the top rope and increases the Vietnamese beauty's agony severalfold. Dennehy drags Tila's features, most especially her eyes, across the abrading rubber-coated steel, Nagai's arms flapping wildly as Nat guides the diminutive battler all the way to the corner.

But the Nasty One is far from done. Grasping Tila by the wrist, she buggywhips Nagai across the ring. Tila flies into the corner at warp speed, her body exploding into the buckles, only to be further demolished when a sprinting Natalie leaps into an avalanche splash, the Navy brat engulfing her, pressing her flat against the corner, battleship to sampan. Tila's golden body starts to melt to the canvas, but with a grasp around her neck, Natalie keeps her upright.

"Oh, you'll be going down on me again in a minute," Natalie says. "But first I'm gonna do some bad things to that body of yours�VERY BAD."

Natalie splits the wickets with a viciously-placed knee, driving the cap up into Tila's tender sweet spot, Nagai grunting deeply, eyes widening, lips pursed then blowing open. Her hands fall to her battered pussy, weakly trying to push Nat's knee away. Dennehy sadistically enjoys grinding the joint between Tila's abbreviated but luscious legs, the anguish making Nagai nauseous.

Finally, Natalie withdraws, only to force her arm through the limbs and heave Tila up onto her shoulder. She effortlessly carries the Asian lovely to the middle of the ring and slams her down, but instead of against the mat, it is against bended knee. Tila's backbone slams into the genuflected leg, an overwhelmed Nagai unable to withhold an echoing scream of agony, her spine hammered then cruelly extended in a torturous arc, her vertebrae stretched to the limit. Natalie pushes down on either side, a hand under Tila's chin, another atop her knees. The ref asks for Tila's surrender, but she refuses, sobbing in the negative.

"Where have I heard that pathetic crying before?" Natalie asks. "Oh yeah, when we were doing this."

Natalie removes the hand from Tila's fishnet-clad knees and drives it under her skirt, sinking in a gruesome Nat's Claw. The crotch constrictor squeezes Nagai's tender tissue, the tiny terror screeching and pleading for release.

"You know what to say, Tila. You've surrendered to me before. Do it again."

Natalie punctuates with a pulsing clench of her digits that seems to grip every muscle in Nagai's body, her entire taut little body tensing.

"I WON'T. I-I-I WON'T," she sobs, between high-pitched cries.

A frustrated Natalie pushes the beaten beauty off her knee and rolls her onto her belly.

"That's Cathy's gig, anyway. I've got something special in mind for you when the time comes."

Hopping on Tila's back, a great gust of air expended from the Asian's lungs, Natalie takes a hold of Nagai's multihued mane and pulls pack, not only threatening to remove the follicles, but also attacking Tila's weakening back, Nagai sobbing piteously between shouts of "HAIR". Before the ref can make a five-count, Nat releases. Tila's noggin falls forward, bouncing off the canvas and Dennehy legally adds to Tila's troubles with an elbow drop to the base of her spine. The tiny, golden body arches in pain, Tila reaching back reflexively, though there is precious little she can do to assuage the throbbing ache nor the feeling Natalie can snap her in two.

Dennehy snatches a wrist and pulls Tila to her feet. She whips Nagai to the ropes, Tila hitting chest-first and stumbling in reverse back to her foe. The brunette accepts the tiny cargo across her left shoulder, Tila's back again broken, this time Canadian-style. The Asian's golden-skinned body curls over Nat's shoulder, her head and upper torso draping over Nat's back, tears running down over her brow and forehead into the mane that dusts Natalie's waistline. Her legs flail and flop in front. And in the middle, the curved backbone again is tortured, Natalie bouncing on the balls of her feet to increase the anguish. Without warning, Dennehy flips Tila forward and spikes her to the mat with a resounding faceslam, Tila's little body bouncing off the mat an inch or so before coming to rest, spreadeagled on her belly.

"Tila the Toadie really does hop around," Natalie declares.

She leisurely rolls the Vietnamese beauty to her back and spreads her glistening body across the sweat-slickened expanse of Nagai in a full-body pin.

ONE

TWO

THR---SHOULDER UP.

The tawny, beauty-marked brunette angrily slaps the mat for a third time. Unfortunately, her count doesn't count. Natalie stands, threatens the ref with another type of slap altogether, then helps Tila up next to her with a handful of hair.

"You want some more love. I'll give you some more."

With that, Natalie pulls little Tila into a reverse bearhug, arms wrapping around her taut tummy from behind and closing tight, lifting her off the mat. The embattled Nagai gasps for air, Dennehy's embrace crushing her midsection, then, to show the difference in power, the brunette starts swinging her ragdoll from side to side, Tila's arms and legs flailing, if weakly, her head lolling in one direction then with a violent shake from Nat, flops in the other. Her arms tiring from the strain of tormenting her victim, Natalie places Tila down and throws her over with a belly-to-back suplex, the diminutive Tila seemingly high enough from the toss to reach orbit, but eventually, down she comes, slamming hard against the canvas, her back taking a pounding once more.

Approaching the lifeless Tila, Natalie grabs the collar of her tiny pink tanktop and rips it off, releasing the delectable golden contents, perky, brown-tipped beauties jouncing freely, a mewling Nila desperately tries to grasp the torn remains, but Natalie tosses them away.

Dennehy then reaches down for more, curling a thumb and forefinger around each nipple and pulling Tila up to a seat with a squeal-inducing titty pull, the Asian beauty slapping fruitlessly at Nat's arms as she watches her breasts painfully extended in front of her, Natalie delighting in her torment, laughing heartily.

Seeing Dennehy's glee sends a shot of adrenaline through Tila's body. NOT AGAIN. Instead of uselessly slapping to free herself, Tila sends a palm heel strike rocketing into the thong-covered pussy of her tormentor. Immediately, her nipples are free, the brunette's hands otherwise engaged. With Natalie's body collapsing around the impact, doubled over and knock-kneed, Dennehy is easily tripped to the canvas by Tila's educated feet.

The Asian's legs snake around Natalie in a short arm scissors, Nagai once again picking on Dennehy's rattled right limb. Wrenching the arm, even as she cuts off the blood supply with her flexing thighs, Tila has the bigger girl chirping in pain. The anguish growing quickly from the already aching limb, Natalie desperately reaches for any strike or handhold, but can't reach. Wondering what she and her cousins had created, she anxiously claws toward the ropes with her left set of nails, the topless Tila making every inch feel as though her opposite arm would be ripped out. Finally, the busty brunette reaches her goal and wraps a set of fingers around the bottom rope, Dennehy escaping four long seconds later. Natalie sighs loudly as she gains her release, Tila cursing the ref in her native tongue.

But all 59 inches of golden-skinned, Vietnamese beauty pushes her advantage. She yanks Nat to her feet with a grasp of the bad arm. Noticing the zebra getting a little too close, her dark eyes twinkle. Nagai starts to whip Natalie to the far corner, but, at the last second, spins on a dime, and sends her sprinting back to the near corner, Natalie's hurled body smashing him into the buckles. Dennehy's brickhouse body catches him flush, their noggins knocking, as well.

The ref collapses to the mat barely conscious and Dennehy drunkenly stumbles away from the collision, instinctively swinging her left in wild arcs, right arm hanging limply at her side. She remains upright only for a second longer, as Tila drops her with a spin wheel kick that crashes into Natalie's breasts. Instantly, Nagai is all over the tawny Texan, raining blows on her, then stripping Natalie of her sports bra, Dennehy's tasty teats blossoming from their spandex confinement. Seemingly gone stark raving mad, Tila chatters loudly, cursing all things Dennehy, Chrissy Daniel's name emerging from the blur of pounding arms and legs. Natalie, forced to a fetal ball from the hailstorm, is pulled out of her protective shell when Tila wraps Natalie's own bra around her throat and tightens the clothing into a makeshift noose. The diminutive Nagai, glued atop Nat's back, throttles her flagging foe, the ref in no condition to call for a halt on the assault.

Within ten seconds, Natalie's face is crimson, blue eyes bulging, tongue poking from parted lips, gasping for air. Her hands, trying to create some slack, shudder and fall to her sides, the wild-eyed Asian forcing out any remaining fight, only stopping when Natalie falls limp.

Slipping the bra from around Dennehy's throat, she pulls the brunette to semi-conscious feet and screams at the ref, who only now stirs, working his way to a seat along the ropes. Pulling Natalie into a front facelock, Tila musters all the strength she has left, lifting the Nasty One in a stalled suplex, but instead of tumbling over, she drops Natalie forward atop the ropes. Using the bounceback, Tila hits a slingshot suplex, Natalie now flying back, Nagai hitting the spot perfectly. Taking a moment to inspect, she flies to the ropes and vaults off them in a springboard seated senton, her tiny, tight backside forcing out any air that remained in Natalie's lungs.

Tila rolls Natalie to her belly and swats her on the ass.

"This little Toadie's spanking your fat ass," Nagai shouts. And she continues to do so until a waning Nat forces up to her knees, humiliated into action, despite her weakened state. As Dennehy struggles up to one knee, Tila flies to the corner and clambers to the top. There she waits for Natalie to find unsteady feet and turn to her. At that instant, she jumps onto the ropes and springboards away, her abbreviated legs wrapping around Natalie's head. With an astounding acrobatic flair, she completes the amazing Tila-carana, hooking her legs around Nat's noggin, spinning her to the mat, and hooking Natalie's legs in her arms, as she finishes in schoolgirl position. A beleaguered and beaten Natalie doesn't seem to have any idea where she is, as the ref counts away.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Tila hurtles into the air, letting Natalie's matchbooked body spring into a spreadeagle. She celebrates her way around the ring before walking over to the brunette's limp, topless form, Tila reveling in what had to be considered an upset win. She drops into a straddle of Natalie's waist and squeezes the brunette's heaving breasts like she's checking the freshness of some ripe grapefruit. Releasing her grip after forcing a mewl or two from Natalie, Tila slides forward and sits atop Dennehy's tawny titties, like a throne.

"Oh Nasty Nats," she whispers. "I had a good time the other night. Really. You showed me just how mean you Dennehys could be. Yet I'm still standing. I'm still here. Not surprising, you're the one flat on her back. Just like your sisters, cousins, whatever the hell members of your family try to mess with me or my idol, the great Chrissy Daniel!"

Tila smirks, rubbing her feet in the face of a panicky Nat. The Asian beauty stands, wipes the sweat from her breasts and crotch and gives Natalie a facial.

"A little taste of honey to remember me by..."

WINNER: Tila Nagai