Marcy Playground's "Coming Up from Behind" blasts over the speakers, filling the arena and announcing the imminent arrival of Krystal Erway. The buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception. Krystal beams, delighted to have apparently won over a few fans in her FAWN exhibitions. The assembled masses certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the young would-be star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy reddish blonde hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.

Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom jiggling to the even further delight of the fans. And though she might be young and inexperienced, once in the ring, Erway is all business. While she continues to return the support of the fans, smiling and waving, her mind and attention never wavers from the task at hand.

Seconds later, heavy orchestral chords flow over the loudspeakers until Shirley Manson's distinctive voice blares into the arena atmosphere. The FAWN fanatics rise as one reveling in their chance to rain catcalls upon the fed's resident rich bitch. And then, the patrician beauty appears a torrent of boos loosed upon one Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV. The rabble, clearly siding against the Trust Fund Terror, let Baby have it. Fortune's Favorite's shoulder-length mane of strawberry blonde is tossed with a haughty flip. Portia struts down the aisle to the strains of 'The World Is Not Enough' by Garbage, a champion's arrogance having returned, her demeanor one of American royalty mixed with spoiled, narcissistic brat. Portia's hips sway as she turns the trip into a sashay down the runways of Paris or Milan, or better yet, her beloved Big Apple.

The crowd is abuzz, many unable to stop from enjoying VanBuren's new choice of attire, Portia again forsaking her customary tennis skirt and white lace tank top for a simple, but far from understated black bikini. Portia accessorizes with matching black boots, green dollar signs on the sides of her footwear and, as cameras get a shot of her exquisite ass, there, in green sparkling letters, POV4.

Noble features held high, she barely glances to either side as she makes her way to the ring, doing her best to ignore the swarm that push against the restraining barriers with a cascade of catcalls, gleefully loosing their emotions and letting the Long Islander know their opinion of her. One hater pushes close, shoving a sign in Portia's face. 'The Geysers will be gushing all over you tonight, POV'. Another twit has poster board with a full color shot of Jeanette Lansdale stuffing her in a garbage can, one of her most ignominious moments. Below in a red scrawl 'JL in da house.' So she was and she would be very lucky if Portia didn't run into her and kick her ass after Ivy did.

Finishing her trip down the aisle, Portia is relieved to arrive ringside, distance restored between her and the hordes of wannabes and losers. The strawberry blonde ascends the ring steps and slides into the squared circle between the ropes. She saunters to each corner, seeming to revel in the fact that, she was still an object of hatred and scorn. Krystal Erway didn't belong in the same league, let alone the same ring. Tonight, she would be nothing more than an example, to the fans, and more importantly, to Bethany Christian, to wake up and realize Portia VanBuren was back, totally and viciously. She was back and for better than this.

With the pre-match theatrics properly addressed, the bell rang loudly, summoning both ladies from their respective corners. Krystal was out and moving immediately, stalking towards the center of the ring with an intensity and enthusiasm that could be seen from space. It didn't matter to Erway that she was the heavy underdog going in against fortune's favorite. It just meant it would be all the sweeter when she brought the rich bitch to heel. Arriving in the middle of the squared circle only to find herself standing alone, the purple-clad beauty glared towards the socialite's corner and called loudly, "What's the matter Portia? Can't find your way out here without aid of a butler? Shit, you're more helpless than I though."

Resting quietly against the buckles, Portia just smiled beatifically; she refused to answer the summons of anything so mundane as a ring bell, or a Krystal Erway for the matter. Taking a moment to brush a few errant blonde locks off her forehead, VanBuren pushed out from her corner and didn't so much walk as she did strut in Krystal's general direction. Stopping a good two feet, Portia opened her mouth to address the shorter girl, but Krystal beat her to the punch by saying, "That's a great new look you've got going on Portia, you've very brave to sport the two piece attire. Honestly I thought a girl cursed with your natural... limitations would want to add MORE layers to her gear. Tell me sweetie, does Versace make decorative tarps this year?"

Choosing not to acknowledge the mild blush that crept into her face, Portia took a step forward and fired back, "Blather all you want D-cup, there's no way I'm going to take anything you say seriously, after all, you're nothing more that Anciline's left-over's. Normally, I'm not one for picking the bones, but management saw fit to put you in the same ring as me, so tonight I'll sacrifice you on the alter of Bethany Christian. The ONLY question you need to be concerned with is how LONG do you want it to last?"

Erway's pretty face twisted in an angry frown. Glaring murder at VanBuren, she said coldly, "You're looking passed me Portia and that's a very bad idea. Whether you want to admit it or not, I've got all the right curves... " She trailed off a moment to run both hands across the swell of her chest. "... to reduce the Portia 911 to a hunk of moaning scr."

'CRACK!' The last word was cut off with nearly surgical precision as Fortune's favorite lashed her right hand out and treated Erway to a blistering bitch-slap. Glaring hard at the curvy vixen, VanBuren didn't even wait for Erway's head to snap back around before she said, "You WILL NOT speak to me that way Jersey. Fuck, you won't speak AT ALL unless I... "

'CRACK.' This time it was the ex-champ that got treated to a cheek-burning slap. Blinking back tears, Portia locked a hate-filled gaze on Krystal Erway and sneered, "Bad move ditz. I REALLY didn't need any more motivation to cripple you." Lunging forward, Fortune's Favorite pulled back her right hand and brought it slashing forward to crack across the center of Erway's breasts. The Knife-Edge Chop sent a line of fire racing across Krystal's rack, but instead of demoralizing the curvy beauty, it only seemed to fire her up. Letting loose with a feral scream, Erway stalked forward and rewarded Portia's kindness with a Chop of her own. Portia grimaced as her A-Cups felt the full brunt of Erway's fury. Not allowing herself to be outdone in this opening engagement, Portia straightened up and retaliated with a second Chop across Krystal's breasts; If Portia had her way, the other blonde wouldn't be able to put her nasty tits on anything by the end of this match, let alone into Portia's face.

Knowing full well that VanBuren was going to try and tenderize her rack, Erway smiled malevolently at Baby VanBuren and simply waded into the taller girl with a fusillade of chops that overwhelmed the socialite and had her staggering and stumbling across the ring. Backing the other blonde into the ropes, Krystal pulled Portia's arms away from her torso and lit into her modest bosom with a trio of eye-watering Chops 'CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!' When the third blow connected, Portia's knees came unhinged and she started to sink, but Erway intercepted her on the way down with a handful of hair. Yanking Portia back to full verticality, Krystal trapped the slender vixen in a simple Collar and Elbow Lock up leaned in close. Grinding her forehead against Portia's, Krystal took a shallow breath and growled, "I'm gonna beat you up one side of this ring and down the other Portia. Then, when you can't defend yourself, I'll DROWN you with the Geyser."

Not getting anything for her efforts, Erway yanked Fortune's Favorite away from the cables and proceeded to bull her into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Getting her hands up under VanBuren's chin, Krystal pushed back as hard as she could, cranking the socialite's neck back at a terrible angle. Hearing the ref start to drone behind her back, the buxom grappler gave Portia's chin a final push and then let her go, only to grab the ropes to either side of her opponent. Not missing a beat, Erway reared back and then dove forward, smashing her whole body against Portia's, completely overwhelming the lighter girl with her curvaceous strength. Grinning triumphantly, Krystal ground her chest back and forth, making sure that her victim felt the weight and force behind the jugs that would prove her ultimate undoing. By this point, the official was getting pretty insistent, so Krystal took a half step back and brought her hands up to shoulder level, indicating a clean break. Backing by the zebra, Krystal muttered, "Don't freak, I'm letting her goEERRGHH!"

The shorter blonde had made a terrible mistake in looking away from Portia, even if only for a second. The instant VanBuren saw her opponent distracted by the official; she exploded out of the corner and raked her perfectly manicured nails across Erway's eyes. Krystal shrieked in pain and surprise and tried to rub her hands across her scored features, but this played right into the socialite's plan. Face twisted into a furious sneer, Portia grabbed Krystal's right wrist in one hand and took two steps back, fully extending the captured limb as she did so. Without any of her typical catty verbiage, VanBuren tugged Krystal towards her at the same time she lunged forward and extended her free arm. Portia's bicep caught Krystal across the throat and Erway was torn off her feet, nearly turned inside out by the startling velocity behind the Short-Arm Clothesline. Flexing the arm that had nearly decapitated her rival, Portia looked down at the crumpled blonde and snarled, "Don't you EVER take your eyes off me Jersey."

Tightening her grip on Krystal's wrist, VanBuren yanked the woozy girl to her feet and immediately reeled her in. Turning them both so that Erway's back was pointed towards the closest corner, Portia leaned into her opponent and whispered, "Congratulations Krystal, you managed to piss me off. As a reward, I'm going to rip off those flabby tits of yours and mail them to Anciline. I'm sure she could find some exquisitely tasteful French way to display them." Ignoring the muttered groan that came from the purple-clad beauty, Portia took a step back, twisted her torso away from Erway and then pivoted back around, catching the shorter girl under the chin with a teeth-rattling European Uppercut.

When the strike connected, Portia finally released her control of Krystal's arm and let the other blonde stagger back into the corner. Remembering the ignominious way Krystal had treated her when it was her back against the steel, Portia sought to return the favor. Strutting forward, Baby VanBuren grabbed the rope to Erway's right in both hands and planted one foot firmly against the canvas. Leaning back for balance, Portia pulled up her free leg and lightly pressed the heel of her short black wrestling boot in the hollow of her foe's throat. Smiling that infamous smile of hers, Portia sneered, "Versace doesn't make tarps Krystal, but they do produce a fine boot. You can send them a nice thank you when your larynx heals."

Still smiling, the socialite pressed her weight into the vile choke, forcing Krystal to gag, sputter and flail helplessly against the buckles. The poster-child for trust fund abuse kept up these shady tactics till the zebra reached 'FOUR' on his count, then she reluctantly released the pressure. Still bristling over having Erway's rack pressed against hers, Portia decided another layer of retribution was an order. Moving her foot down to Krystal's breasts, Portia pulled her foot away and then kicked forward again and again; driving her heel into the meat of the other blonde's boobs over and over again. After a while, the referee started nattering again, so VanBuren ended her assault with a long, slow grind of her heel against Krystal's amply filled top. Returning her foot to the mat, Portia watched with feigned disinterest as Krystal dropped to her knees and brought both hands up to cover her injured throat and chest. Taking the time to adjust the edges of her new ring attire, Portia finished her cosmetic alterations by snapping the trunks across her buttocks and purring, "Time to get up Kryssy, I'm not done having fun with you yet." Burying her talons in Erway's reddish blonde mane, Portia pulled the shorter girl to her feet and trapped her in a loose Side Headlock. With a little maneuvering, Portia pulled Krystal's face onto the top rope, paying special attention to ensure that her trashy little rival's eye sockets her resting comfortably against the cable.

Tightening her grip, Portia taunted, "You don't belong in FAWN Krystal Erway. You don't even belong in that WOLF cesspool. You should be holding a sign begging for change under an overpass somewhere. And I'm going to make it my mission to see that you end up right where you belong." Still wounded from the choke in the corner, Krystal tried to fight out of the Headlock, but Portia stopped her cold by pressing down even harder and moving forward, drawing Erway's face along the unforgiving terrain of the top rope as she marched from one corner to the other in a slow, deliberate stalk. Moving at a leisurely pace, Portia smiled and licked her lips, obviously enjoying every quiver and tremble that was wracking her opponent's body. When she finally did reach the other end of the ring, VanBuren pulled her victim's reddened face away from the cables, but did not release the Side Headlock. Pulling Krystal's temple into the point of her hip, Portia turned her towards the center of the ring and asked, "I think your disgusting face has had just about enough, don't you?" Falling silent, Portia ran forward several steps right before leaving her feet in a graceful leap that culminated with her landing butt first on the mat while simultaneously driving Erway's' forehead into the mat with a skull-shattering Bulldog. Resting on her haunches, Portia noted that the Bulldog had left Krystal starfished and insensate on the mat.

Flipping some hair out of her eyes, Portia looked at her prey and said, "I'd normally finish my opponents with something a little more elegant, but I don't really think you've earned that right." With that said, she placed both hands on Erway's chest and simply leaned forward, pinning the other blonde in remarkably arrogant fashion. Seeing the cover made, the official dropped down and counted off, 'ONE... TWO... ' Stunned or not, Krystal knew a lackadaisical cover when she felt one and she was able to power free of the pin with no real trouble.

Shaking her head in disgust, Portia pulled Erway to her feet and signed, "All right Wonder-Bra, you want to hurt more? I can help you with that." Gripping Krystal over the shoulder and behind the neck with one hand, Fortune's Favorite threaded the other hand through Krystal's legs and grabbed a hold of her butt. With very little effort, VanBuren hauled Krystal off her feet and held her perpendicular across her chest. Making a slow circuit of the squared circle, Portia allowed every side of the arena to get a glimpse of her decimated adversary before she rose up on her toes and then dropped to one knee, nearly smashing Krystal's spine with an Over the Knee Backbreaker. Erway let out a wavering, whimpering scream as Portia pressed down on her thigh and chin exacerbating the pain on her back even after the move had connected. Nearly bending her rival in half, Portia removed her hand from Krystal's chin and sank her fingers deep into the other blonde's bounty, adding the pain of a Breast Claw to the already debilitating Backbreaker. Smiling sadistically as she kneaded Krystal's tits and contorted her spine, Portia cooed, "You ready to scream for me Krystal Erway? Or would you like me to snap you in two first, just so you'll have some real motivatUNNGH!"

What Portia had failed to realize is that she'd already given Krystal plenty of motivation, but most of it was to hurt her. The trapped blonde proved this point quite nicely when she shot her left arm up and raked it brutally down Portia's delicate features. Temporarily blinded, VanBuren shoved her foe off her knee and tended to her injured face. After rubbing her eyes for a bit, Portia's vision cleared and the socialite glared murder at her slowly recovering foe. Stalking over to her wounded prey, Portia yanked Krystal to her feet and snarled, "You dumb slut, don't EVER lay your hands on me again!" Even as the words were leaving her mouth, VanBuren was stepping into her opponent and wrapping both arms around Krystal's hips. Dropping into a crouch, the wiry beauty was about to rise up and administer the Inverted Atomic Drop when Erway, clasped her hands together and brought them smashing down between Portia's shoulders. VanBuren let out a groan and her grip fell away at once. Taking that as an open invitation, Krystal yanked the rich girl up by the hair and trapped her in a loose Front Facelock. The hold was barely in place before she was twisting to the side and falling down; wrenching the limber blonde's neck painfully with a Swinging Neckbreaker.

Portia hit the canvas hard, with the back of her head soaking up the brunt of the impact. She groaned aloud and rolled onto her side, trying to alleviate the pain by cradling her head in both hands. Rising to her knees, Krystal adjusted the edges of her top and caught her breath, making sure she never once took here eyes off the injured socialite. When she was convinced Portia wasn't going to try anything stupid (at least for the time being) Erway buried both hands in Portia's strawberry blonde locks and hoisted her to her feet. Keeping one hand in Portia's hair, Krystal balled the other into a fist and snarled, "I always knew you were nothing special Portia. You're nothing but average wrapped in exceedingly pretty packaging. Tonight I tear the wrapping aide and expose you for the pathetic sniveling bitch I know you really are." Taking the first steps towards making her statement a fact, Krystal pulled Portia forward into a heartless gut punch. VanBuren doubled over and gasped for breath, but Erway would have none of it.

Forcing Portia to stand straight, the vindictive beauty laid into her slender opponent with a vile series of punches to the ribs, breasts, belly and kidneys. In no time at all, Portia was dropped to her knees and trying desperately to protect her battered center. But Fortune's Favorite had denied mercy to too many others throughout her storied career and now it was her turn to be forced to go without that basic compassion. Hoisting the spaghetti-legged grappler to her feet, Krystal took Portia's left wrist in both hands and whipped her hard into the ropes. Bounding off the ropes at her back, Krystal sprinted towards her incoming opponent and when the distance was right, she leapt off her feet in a move that wasn't so much a jump as it was a launch. Erway caught her lithe opponent in the sternum with the point of her shoulder and took the socialite down so hard it would make Trent Green blush.

Rising to her hands and knees, Krystal brushed the hair out of her face and got to her feet. Portia's offense had taken a lot out of her, but splattering the cocky bitch like that had given her reserves a much needed boost. Looming over her black-clad foe, Krystal put her boot on VanBuren's upturned butt and roared, "POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL!" On a growing tide of applause, Krystal bent down, grabbed Portia by the straps of her top and hauled the lighter girl to her feet. Standing in front of her victim, Erway tugged her in close and purred, "Fight all you want Portia, but when this night is over, you'll be wishing for me to put you out with the Geyser. And being as kind as I am, I will. Eventually... "

Wrapping her arms around Portia's middle, Krystal pulled Baby VanBuren into her and gave the wounded vixen another preview of what was to come. Grinding her breasts against Portia's, Erway suddenly brought her knee up between Portia's thighs, causing the blonde to howl in agony. Grinding her knee into VanBuren's crotch, Krystal reset her footing, bent her knees and then lifted Portia off the mat and with one smooth twist of her hips; she pivoted 180 degrees and dropped down, slamming VanBuren into the canvas in a Belly-to-Belly Suplex that crushed the socialite between the canvas and Krystal's body. Smirking as Portia spasmed underneath her, Krystal momentarily forgot her promise to drown Portia with the Geyser and she hooked the far leg, going for the pin. Quicker than usual, the ref dropped in and counted, 'ONE... TWO... ' Portia shot a shoulder off the mat, breaking the count.

Irritated but not surprised that Portia was still in this thing, Krystal got to her feet and stood near Portia's legs. Putting her hands on her hips, the purple-clad beauty smiled and asked, "Now which one of your knees was it that those redneck dopes screwed up? Damn! I really don't remember. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to break both." Still smiling, Erway brought up her right foot, held it for a moment and then slammed it down on VanBuren's left knee. Fortune's Favorite did her best to stifle a scream, but didn't have much success. Keeping her pace steady, Krystal repeated the tactic; ruthlessly stomping away at her victim's knees, thighs and calves. For her part, Portia tried to get to her feet and fend off the attacks, but every time she got a knee under her, Krystal would chop her down again. Finally, the pain in her legs got to be so much that VanBuren wasn't trying to get up; she was too busy trying to crawl away from her tormentor. Watching as the once proud beauty was reduced to crawling on the mat; Krystal nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "This will be even better than beating Anciline."

Sauntering after the crippled dilettante, Erway administered a final stomp, this one targeting Portia's back. Pinning VanBuren to the mat like a bug on a card, Krystal leaned down and sank her left hand deep into Portia's damp hair. Pulling the socialite's head back, Krystal slapped her foe's face with her free hand and promised, "Shea was the first to make you tap out, but I'll be the first to make you BEG!" Peeling her prey off the canvas, Krystal pulled Portia in close and stood right behind her. Keeping her body pressed tightly against Portia's back, Krystal reached around her rival's body with her right leg so it looped around Portia's side and between her legs, hooking Portia's right leg with the entangling limb. Then, using both hands, she pushed down on Portia's head and neck, stretching the trapped blonde's torso painfully across Erway's knee. The Abdominal Stretch was locked in perfectly and Krystal knew it, mostly because of the pained grunts and groans coming from VanBuren. Bouncing the hold slightly, the pale brunette asked, "Ready to plead for mercy?"

Fighting valiantly against the fire blazing in her torso, Portia shook her head 'no' and panted, "Yes, I'm begging you to shut the fuck up and discover the joys of Listerine!" She stopped taunting and tried to fight her way free of the hold, but Erway only tightened her grip and pushed down harder, grinding the socialite's ribs across her knee.

Releasing half of her grip on Portia's middle, Krystal smiled thinly and replied, "You shouldn't be worrying how my breath smells Portia dear, you should worry about how the sweat on my tits is going to smell." Stepping up her punishment a bit Krystal began blasting sharp punches into VanBuren' exposed side. Her face a portrait of thinly-veiled suffering, Portia refused the referee's inquiries of submission and focused her energies on escape. Rocking slightly on her heels, VanBuren managed to pry her right leg away from Krystal's clutches and was about to toss her foe over with a Hip Toss when Erway released her hold on Portia's upper body and violently raked her nails down VanBuren's nearly bare back. Fire raced down Portia's spine and she let out a wavering shriek that sounded nothing like her normally confident tone. Her hands flew to her scored back as she tried to crawl away, but Krystal merely slapped them away and whirled the other blonde around to face her.

Booting Portia in the gut, Krystal waited for her to double over, and then she trapped her in a Standing Headscissors. Grinding her thighs against Portia's ears and her ass against the back of her neck, Krystal wrapped her arms around VanBuren's waist and locked her hands. After taking a steadying breath, Krystal lifted Portia off her feet and brought her into position for a Piledriver. The mob cheered appreciatively as the powerful blonde turned to all four sides of the ring, letting everyone get a look into Portia's helplessly inverted face. Still holding Portia in the stall position, Erway said "Get a good look at her now, cuz soon she's gonna be buried deep in my tits!" Then she rose up on her toes and sat out, driving the crown of Portia's skull into the mat with a sadistic 'THUD.'

Sitting on her butt, Krystal shoved Portia's boneless form over onto her back and rewarded the crowd with a quick two-handed rubdown of her more than impressive assets. Hopping to her feet, Krystal grabbed Portia's right ankle in both hands and pulled her leg off the mat. Looking down into her opponent's face, Krystal taunted, "I hope you understand that you're not supposed to actually submit to this. I'm just making sure that when the time comes, you won't be able to wriggle your way out of the Krystal Geyser. Of course, if you WANTED to submit right now, there's not much I could do to stop you, but don't think for a second that tapping is going to save you from my tits. I don't care if it ends my career; your face is going into the Geyser tonight."

Through talking, Krystal fitted her foe's ankle snugly under her armpit, then she wrapped her arms around Portia's thigh and lifted up before turning her over and sitting down, applying a Single Leg Boston Crab. Erway held this position just long enough for the crowd to register it before she let Portia's leg fall from her hands. In the same move, she shifted her position so that she was laying on the socialite's back facing her head, while at the same time scissoring her legs together, keeping Portia's right leg bent and trapped between her thighs. To complete her hold she looped her left arm under VanBuren's chin and locked her hands together. With the STF in place, Krystal pulled back as far as gravity would allow, now putting pressure not only on Portia's injure knee and back, but her neck as well. Feeling the ex-champ writhe helplessly in the STF, Krystal ground her body down onto Portia's back and whispered quietly to the captured vixen. "Come on Baby VanBuren, where's the girl I was worried about? Where's the cruel bitch that can fight through hell and still win the match? All I see is a scrawny, used up little tramp that can't wait to feel my breasts in her face!"

Being tortured both mentally and physically by the curvy blonde, Portia refused to acknowledge the thoughts of surrender that were trying to take hold in her mind. Reaching her hands out in front of her, VanBuren clawed the mat desperately and croaked, "THIS ISN'T OVER!" Frantically shoving aside all thoughts not involving her escape from the STF, VanBuren poured everything she had left into dragging her way across the mat towards the release promised by the ropes. The going was slow and a constant anguish, but after several seconds, the cables were in sight and she reached for them with a renewed vigor. Her grasping fingers had just brushed the bottom rope when Krystal released the hold and got to her feet. Standing to Portia's left; Erway bent down and jerked the shambling socialite to her feet. Driving a knee deep into the pit of VanBuren's stomach, Krystal trapped the other blonde in a tight Front Facelock and sneered, "No escape in the ropes Portia. No escape anywhere."

Finished with her observation, Erway rose up on her toes and dropped back to the mat, intent on spiking Portia's skull to the canvas with a DDT. Instead, she made the trip by herself because in her infinite wisdom, VanBuren had looped her arm over the top rope and clamped down tight, keeping herself perfectly vertical while her opponent slammed painfully into the canvas. Breathing hard as she tried to regain her equilibrium, VanBuren looked down at her dazed opponent and asked, "You want to meet the Portia of old, Jersey Trash? All right, but I don't think you're going to like her very much." Bending down, she pulled Krystal up with a handful of her top and marched the buxom girl out to the middle of the ring. Doubling Krystal over with a knee to the gut, Portia snared the blonde in a Front Face Lock with one hand while her free hand reached down and hooked Erway's leg at the knee. Taking a moment to set her feet, Portia hoisted Krystal up off the mat and held her aloft, one leg hooked up tight, directly over the brunette's head. Not giving Krystal the time to think about what was coming; VanBuren sat out fast, driving the top of Krystal's head and shoulders into the mat with a Cradle DDT.

There was an ominous sounding 'THUNK then there was nothing but a soft groan from the flattened blonde. Getting her feet under her, Portia regained her vertical base and limped gingerly to Erway's feet. Kneeling down, she grabbed Krystal's left ankle in both hands and straightened up.

Sneering imperiously at her victim, Portia said, "YOU were going to make ME beg? Listen to me you over-hyped outclassed piece of shit, Shea London couldn't make me beg and even though I loathe that cockney whore I will freely admit that she plays this game much better than you EVER will." Holding tightly onto Krystal's left ankle, VanBuren pulled the captive limb tight and tucked the ankle under her armpit. Wrapping the leg up tight, she taunted, "Let's see how you deal with a shredded knee you piece of trash." In the next breath she turned to her left, flipping Krystal onto her belly in the process. Turn completed, Portia sat down hard, bouncing and grinding away from her perch on Krystal's butt even as she tried her damndest to rip the smaller blonde's leg off with the Single Leg Crab. Relishing the opportunity to torture the upstart, Portia really leaned back on the hold and pulled back and forth, each little jerk and twist of her body causing Krystal to slap the mat and moan in abject suffering. Looking over her shoulder into Krystal's face, Portia leaned back even further on the Crab and chided, "You crying down there Jersey? I thought you'd be used to having your legs wrenched apart by this age."

Howling in anger and frustration as Portia tried to demolish her; Krystal waved away the ref's questions of surrender and dug her hands into the canvas. Exploiting the one undeniable advantage she held over VanBuren, Erway pushed up off the mat and started dragging herself towards the ropes. Realizing what was happening, Portia leaned back and applied even more pressure to the hold, but it wasn't enough to stop Krystal from reaching safety. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Portia worked the Crab until the ref reached 'FOUR' on his count, then she tossed the limp, sweating limb away without a second look.

Using the ropes to help her get to her feet, VanBuren put some weight on her twisted right knee. The pain was definitely there, but it wasn't terrible and she thought she would be able to work through it. Returning the full force of her ire to Krystal, Portia hoisted the whimpering blonde to her feet and marched her back to mid ring. With the ropes nowhere close by, Portia spun around so that she was back to back with her victim, then snaked an arm up and around Krystal's neck, pulling the curvaceous beauty tight against her back. In the same breath, Portia jumped and then fell to her knees, bending Krystal's spine and neck painfully across the socialite's own back. The bizarre Reverse Backbreaker did its job and Erway slumped forward on the canvas, at least temporarily incapable of resistance. Hoping the innovative maneuver had done its job, Portia shoved Krystal over onto her back and went for the cover; hooking both legs this time just to be safe. Wondering if Krystal could even hear he count at this point, the ref swooped in and counted off, 'ONE... TWO... THRNO!' Krystal rolled her right shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second.

Shaking her head, Portia made a 'tsk-tsk' noise at the back of her throat and sighed, "Too stupid to stay down I see. Perhaps I can help change your ignorant ways." Wrapping a hand around Erway's throat, Portia bore down tight and pulled the battered girl to her feet. Easily shifting her grip from Krystal's neck to her wrist, Portia pointed her victim towards the ropes and whipped her forward with as much velocity as she could muster. Erway went staggering towards the edge of the ring, but in the split second before VanBuren could release her grip on the Whip, Krystal's hand clamped down on her wrist, halting the momentum of the throw. The socialite grimaced and tried to pull away, but Erway had another plan, one that she willingly divulged when she jerked Portia towards her in a staggering lurch and absolutely buried a high Knee Lift in the belly of Fortune's Favorite.

VanBuren nearly gagged as the wind was knocked out of her in a single breathy 'WHOOF' and she was little better than helpless when Krystal stepped forward and applied the Front Face Lock again. In her head, Erway was taunting Portia with the most vile, insulting taunts imaginable, but her lips couldn't connect with her thoughts, so she settled for simply falling backwards and drilling VanBuren's skull into the mat with her second try of the DDT. The ring literally shook when Portia's head hit the mat, and there wasn't a fan in the building who didn't think that there was a huge upset in the making. From the looks of it, Krystal's surprise counter had caught Portia dead to rights and left the arrogant beauty face-down in a sweating, silent pile. Recovering from the beating Portia had laid on her, Krystal got to her feet and limped over to the smoldering wreckage of Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth. Bending down very slowly, Krystal grabbed one of the socialite's ankles in each hand and pulled them up. Holding Portia's legs in a rude V shape, Krystal glared down into Portia's face and hissed, "I'm going to FINISH what those WOLF assholes started."

Proclamation stated, she stepped through with her right leg, planting it firmly on the mat next to Portia's left hip. Then she crossed the captive limbs over her right leg and pulled her grip tight. Almost done now, Erway lifted up and tried to complete the Krystal Chiropractic by turning Portia onto her belly, but her progress was interrupted when the heretofore beaten socialite came to life in her grip and started thrashing her way towards the ropes. Before Krystal could pull her back, Portia had arm laced around the bottom rope and was screaming, "GET HER OFF ME!" The official stood next to Krystal and tried to get her to relinquish her control of VanBuren's legs, but the purple-clad grappler was paying him no attention at all. Even though she was risking disqualification, Erway KNEW that if she could tear Portia away from the ropes she could complete the Krystal Chiropractic and then the former champ would have no choice but to tap out. Looking away from her frantically struggling opponent, Krystal glared death at the zebra and screamed, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Unprepared for the auditory assault, the ref stumbled back a few steps and restarted his count.

Down on the mat, Portia was clinging desperately to the bottom rope, hoping against hope that the bitch holding her would give her a single opportunity to escape. Portia got her wish when Krystal turned away to roar at the ref. Moving so fast it was barely noticeable, VanBuren reached into her trunks and located the hidden pocket in the lining. Feeling the gold knux slip over her fingers, Portia pulled her hand free and decided to get Krystal's attention. Taking her future in her hands, VanBuren thrashed even more violently for a few seconds and then released her hold on the bottom rope. Immediately, Krystal looked down at her and snarled; "Now I get to hear you beg." Tightening her grip on Portia's legs, Erway, bent her knees to begin the final turn and that's when Portia lunged up and grabbed her by the hair. Fighting off the urge to taunt the stupid bitch, VanBuren settled for driving the Easthampton Sucker Punch into Krystal's temple.

Erway's grip turned to water and Portia kicked the other blonde away, letting her land in a graceless heap in the center of the ring. Watching the ref check Erway, Portia quickly slipped the knux off her hand and back into the safety of her tights.

Regarding both the official and her opponent with blatant disdain, Portia whispered, "How tragically predictable." Pushing to her feet, VanBuren limped her way over to Krystal and shoved the ref aside. Standing with one foot on either side of Krystal's face, Portia sank down until she was sitting comfortably on Erway's chest. Grabbing a double handful of reddish blonde hair, Portia pulled Krystal's head up and forward as she slid her left leg behind her opponent's neck. Locking her legs in a tight 4 shape, VanBuren released her grip on Krystal's locks only to slowly brush the damp hair off her victim's forehead. Knowing that Erway was already unconscious didn't stop Portia from grinding her crotch into the insensate girl's face. Keeping the pace of her rhythm nice and slow, Portia pulled Krystal's face into her womanhood and purred, "This isn't the most common finisher in my arsenal, but I figured you still haven't earned a ride in the 911, so you'll have to settle for some Caviar Dreams. Adding a jostling bounce to her sensual lap-dance, Portia kept the Caviar Dreams locked in for nearly thirty seconds before she turned to the referee and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be keeping some semblance of order here?" Knocked out of his stupor, the official wandered over and knelt to check Krystal's arm. After three straight lifts, followed by three straight drops of Erway's left arm, he called for the bell and Portia was declared the winner.

Pleased that this farce was finally over, VanBuren got to her feet and rewarded all the little people with a slow, confidant circuit around the ring. After a pair of these sashaying catwalks, Portia turned her attention back to the action in the ring and saw the official helping a groggy Krystal to a sitting position. Portia's face flooded with hate. Here she was, a two time FAWN world champion and the hired help was tending to that slut before her. Shaking her head, Portia muttered, "No more. I will not let this promotion forget about me." Reaching into her trunks again, Portia produced the gold knux and slipped them onto her right hand. Curling her hand around the gleaming metal, Fortune's Favorite stalked up behind the oblivious ref and 'BLAM' pasted him with a solid punch behind the ear.

The zebra's lights went out instantly and he crumpled face-down on the mat next to Krystal. Staring down at Krystal's slumped form, Portia said coldly, "Everyone will remember what I am capable of, even if I have to write the message in your blood Krystal Erway." Her ominous statement completed, Portia stalked around behind her beaten opponent and pulled Krystal to her feet with a derisive tug of her purple bottoms. Guiding Krystal by the hair, Portia stalked over to the ropes and positioned Erway with her back against them. Grabbing the shorter girl's wrists, Portia stretched Krystal's arms out to her sides in rough approximation of a cross. Hoping to ensure Krystal's entrapment, Baby VanBuren quickly grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up over Krystal's arms, effectively ensnaring her in the cables. Satisfied with her work, Portia put a hand under Krystal's chin and tipped her head up, forcing the other blonde to look her in the eyes. Speaking slowly, Portia whispered, "Bethany Christian thinks that I can be ignored and silenced if she keeps burying me in trash like you. But she's in for a very nasty surprise Krystal. Because I'm going to beat you to a pulp and then I'll throw your body at her doorstep. For every unworthy, gimmicky, mid-card whore I have to face in this ring, Bethany Christian will get to put another name on her injured reserve list. It just so happens that you get the honor of being my first example."

Having said her piece, Portia let Krystal's head slip from her grasp and slump loosely across the battered girl's chest. Taking a few steps back, Portia raised her right hand overhead and put the knux on display, making it very obvious as to just how she was going to obliterate Erway. As VanBuren showed off her 18-karat bling, the audience's volume went up several notches, much to Portia's surprise. The rabble normally didn't approve of such tactics, perhaps she was among a better class of people tonight?

Unfortunately for VanBuren, the crowd wasn't cheering because for the Easthampton Sucker Punch, they were cheering the figure in blue jeans and black hooded sweatshirt that had just cleared the guardrail in a single leap and slid under the bottom rope before popping to its feet right behind the oblivious socialite. Drawing to within touching distance, the mysterious visitor pulled flipped the hood back to reveal a beautiful blue-eyed blonde with a snarky smile on her lips. Just as Portia started to advance on Krystal, the mystery blonde said, "Jeeze Portia, can't you win a single match without having to use that thing?"

VanBuren nearly jumped out of her skin, but she regained her composure quickly and whirled around on her heel. Coming face-to-face with her visitor, Portia's jaw dropped open and she hissed, "Jacobs!"

"That's my name." Jenny Jacobs replied even as she flung a handful of baby powder into the unsuspecting socialite's face. Portia's head was engulfed in a smoky white cloud and she swung blindly in front of her, trying to land a lucky shot on her attacker. But Jenny deftly avoided all of Portia's wild Haymakers and quickly darted in to tear the gold knux from VanBuren's hand. Slipping the gaudy prop onto her hand, Jenny snarled, "I've been waiting four months for this." Then she surged forward and drove the augmented fist deep into Portia's belly, dropping the blinded girl to her knees in a single shot.

Removing her hand from VanBuren's paunch, Jenny looked out at the crowd and muttered, "You cheer now, but... " She trailed off as she reached down and pulled the sweatshirt off over her head, revealing a clingy black tank-top underneath. On the front was a modification of a rather famous catchphrase in the world of pro-wrestling. It was just three words and they read: HOMICIDAL, SUICIDAL, JENNY-CIDAL. Right then the boos did start and the interloper knew it was because of the fourth word on the back of her shirt. That single word was WOLF.

Shrugging her shoulders, Jenny looked out at the crowd and asked, "What do you want? The lights can't go out EVERY time we show up." Turning her gaze to Portia, Jenny stalked over to the penitent girl and pulled her to her feet. Standing in front of, and slightly to Portia's right, Jenny laced an arm across her opponent's chest an grabbed her behind the neck, the standard start position for the Rock Bottom. Glaring hatefully into Portia's blinded face, Jacobs' purred, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Harley sends her love."

Message delivered, Jenny bent her knees in a deep crouch and then executed a perfect back flip with Portia still hanging in her clutches. The effect was a sort of Standing Moonsault crossed with a Rock Bottom that left Fortune's Favorite splattered and splayed in the middle of the ring. Invader or not, the FAWN faithful couldn't help but be impressed as the got their first look at Jacobs' finisher, the visually astounding Jenny-Cide.

Hopping to her feet, Jacobs was about to salute the mob again when she saw a horde of Bethany Christian's hired muscle storming the ring. Smiling, Jenny said, "Gotta go." Then she pocketed Portia's gold knux and dove out of the ring, vanishing over the guardrail and into the crowd with frightening speed.

A few seconds later, the security detail hit the ring and started tending to Portia, Krystal and the ref, while the crowd was left to buzz about how impressive it was that Portia's revenge had once again been denied by another member of the elusive renegade promotion.

WINNER: Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV