FAWN fans are jammed into another arena for another big night of women's wrestling action like they've never seen before. This is just one of many of those elusive battles between stars on the rise. While neither of these two stars were big draws, they had some fans. The lights were raised and the entrances began.

Red white and green pyros go off as "New Superstar" by Lisa's old band "Amore Scuro " plays over the speakers. Lisa Cristina Cavelli comes outwearing a tight red and white plaid halter top that shows off her belly and a very short black leather mini skirt. Lisa wears a tiny black cotton thong under the skirt. She comes out dancing around to her music and high fives the fans before entering the ring waiting for Trish, who she never seen before.

The crowd gives Lisa a very small amount of cheers, but she plays up to them enough to get their attention. The recent influx of new enhancement talent to FAWN confuses the crowd enough that they aren't sure if Lisa is one of those, or someone with a bright future. They give her the benefit of the doubt, as the announcer focuses on her opponent's entrance now.

"Amore Scure" abruptly transitions into the jarring, almost industrial opening chords of Melanie C's "You Will See". A few moments later, Trish Lankford strides into view, the novice wrestler showing no signs of nerves evident in her more experienced opposition.

The statuesque Aussie cuts a most imposing frame, her flawless legs--sculpted by years of work on the grass, clay and hard courts of the world--are left almost completely bare by a white tennis skirt only slightly more modest than Portia VanBuren's. And though her torso is covered by a matching warm up jacket, the power of her upper body radiates through, along with her overwhelming sense of confidence.

Reaching the ring, Lankford climbs onto the apron, and slips her warm-up bag off her shoulder before making her entrance. She takes but a moment to slide out of her jacket and skirt, the electric blue two piece bringing even more of her toned, defined body into view. While she may have been comparatively new to wrestling, she was a lifelong athlete, and it was clear Lisa Cavelli would have her hands full tonight.

Whilst Lisa had only gotten a modest response from the crowd, Trish Lankford was able to much more capture their attention. While it wasn't any kind of standing ovation, the former tennis pro and FAWN2 rookie received a fair amount of attention upon her entrance. She got some boos too, but they were with passion. Fans had come to know Trish a bit and if nothing else, she was the more recognizable of the two faces.

DING, DING, DING! The bell sounds and Trish Lankford's near six foot lanky frame struts out to the center of the ring. She beckons the smaller Italian on, and even convinces her to lock-up in a power struggle with her. Lisa was either really nervous or stupid to think she'd be able to match strength with Lankford. Trish powers Lisa down to one knee, and then twists her arm behind her head in a keylock-style armbar. Lisa let out a primal scream, as her arm was wrenched back like she had never felt before. Cavelli had been in the ring a time or two, but never against anyone quite like Trish. Never in a FAWN ring, and never in front of such a crowd. She realized she was a long way away from Kansas... Or Italy as it were.

"You better put a little better fight then that grease stain!" Trish snarled down into the ear of Lisa C., as she continued to bend her forearm back behind her elbow and then back behind Cavelli's head. Lisa was silent, but did let out a low grunt as she planted her heels firmly into the canvas and forced herself back up to a knee. Lankford was simply toying with her smaller foe and kicked her in the back of the legs, knocking her back to the mat with ease.

"IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT ROOK?" Lankford spewed like a seasoned pro. She certainly wasn't as good as she appeared to be, but against this opponent she was Muhammad Ali. She kept the armbar applied for a moment more, then hoisted Lisa high up into the air and bodyslammed her down. Cavelli shrieked in pain again, but was able to roll to a neutral corner and put some distance between herself and the 5'10" Aussie. Lisa knew that if she stood any chance at winning this match she'd have to use her speed. She only wondered how fast Trish Lankford would be. Lisa bounces off the ropes and comes flying at Lankford with a rocket-quick flying forearm that catches Trish flush on the chin. The crowd cheers, and Lisa thinks maybe she's cracked the armor a bit. She spins around with a kick to the mid section of Lankford. Trish stumbles backwards and somewhere in Lisa Cavelli's mind she realizes it's now or never.

She runs up to the top rope, and waits for Trish to turn around. She's going for all the marbles and it'll either pay off big, or backfire in her face... Cavelli Cross top rope crossbody block! She dives off with a great amount of speed and agility, but Trish Lankford is more then prepared and catches the girl lifting her up and then bringing her down crotch first against her knee. HUGE INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!

Lankford splits the uprights and poor Lisa Cavelli can feel her dreams of a successful career in FAWN already becoming shattered. Though not quite as shattered as her battered womanhood. She sobs lightly against Lankford's shoulder as Trish's knee is still planted deep into her crotch. "EW!" is all Trish Lankford can reply, before flipping Lisa over into the tree of woe. With Lisa upside down and showing no signs of going anywhere, Lankford begins to ram her shoulder into the underside of Cavelli's belly. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Three hard shots, then Trish backs up and runs into the face of Cavelli with a FACEWASH KICK!

Lisa C. is hoping to collapse out of the tree of woe and curl into the fetal position for the rest of her life, but Lankford stops her. Before she can fall down, Trish climbs up the turnbuckles and sings a little "Oh Canada", or whatever is Australia's national anthem as she stomps on Lisa's crotch from the corner mount, not unlike Petey Williams. Poor Lisa Cristina Cavelli can only whimper and moan as Trish Lankford grinds into her crotch, then jumps down out of the corner and boots Lisa in the belly. Finally Cavelli falls out of the tree of woe.

"Pathetic," spits Lankford as she locks on a bodyscissors to Lisa Cavelli. Lisa is whining in the hold and it's clear she wants nothing else to do with this match. "I GIV-UMPH" Lisa was about to utter her complete submission, but Lankford punches her in the mouth to shut her up instead.

"Bitch this is over when I say it's over. Gawd, what a joke!" she snarls again, yanking a limp noodle Cavelli to her feet by her hair and whipping her across the ring. Cavelli tries to use her speed to escape, hoping she can be faster then Trish, but Lankford runs at her and actually proves to be FASTER than Lisa and cracks her in the mouth with a running backelbow. At this point Lisa mentally gives up. Trish is stronger. More experienced. Now Cavelli finds out that the tennis star is actually faster then her. What chance does Lisa possibly have? None. The answer to that question is NONE.

Trish Lankford scoops Lisa up and nails her face first airplane spin toss which sends Lisa skidding across the mat like rock skipping across water. Lankford takes a long slow walk over to Cavelli and then drops one of her huge, athletically toned legs across Lisa's throat. Lisa flops around on the canvas and Trish picks her up and drives her stomach first into her knee with a stomach breaker. She then hoists what's left of Cavelli up and snatches on a sleeperhold. Trish Lankford just recently began to learn the art of the sleeper from Bethany and wanted to put it to a good trial run. It works perfectly as she cuts off the flow of blood to Lisa's brain, and her arms quickly go limp. Trish wonders if this has to do with the ferocity of her sleeper, or the fact that Lisa has turned into a glorified wimp.

The referee goes to Lisa to make sure she isn't dead, or playing possum. He lifts her arm once, and it falls. He lifts it a second time, and it falls. He pauses, then lifts it a third time. It's clearly falling, so Trish lets go of Lisa and hauls her up to her shoulders for her F-5 move known as the SET POINT! Cavelli explodes into mush on the canvas and Lankford pins her literally with her pinky toe. The referee is reluctant to count, but Lisa C. is out. ONE, TWO... THREE!

Lisa is out like a light, but Trish isn't done. She lifts Lisa Cavelli into the air with her chokeklift POWERBOMB! She sits out with it, crunching Lisa's back and body. Trish picks her up and does it AGAIN! Then AGAIN! It's Game, Set and Match. Cavelli is a mess.

Lankford stares down at her decimated foe and yanks her top off with ease. "A trophy, I think" Trish smiles, and then yanks Cavalli's bottoms down as well. "Now a little something for you." She snears and stuffs Lisa's bottoms into her mouth and walking out to claim her top as a trophy.

Lisa Cavelli lays in the ring, her FAWN debut, knocked out, beaten down, utterly dominated and her mouth stuffed full of her own bottoms. What a great start of a career.

WINNER: Trish Lankford