The Tacoma fans felt a rush of anticipation as the arena lights dimmed to darkness. Then came the sweet pixieish melody of "There She Goes" by Sixpence None The Richer.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! KYLIE AND KRISTY SANDERS!!!!"

The crowd cheered as a white pin spotlight probed the darkness and found FAWN's favorite girl-next-door and suddenly white hot-hot Kylie Sanders. The diminutive Kylie posed for the crowd which roared an ovation. Her longtime Kylie Corps members appeared to have been swelled by new recruits brought on by her recent success. Kylie beamed happily and waved to the crowd. The disdain for her standard pink-and-black "Crushable" attire didn't seem to be make a mark, the shared excitement between the fans and herself seemed to have left her unconcerned. The tight pink-and-black bikini top and boy-cut trunks clung tightly to Kylie's ivory body, a cursive black "CRUSHABLE" script was decoratively splashed across the pink spandex covering her tight little rear.

At Kylie's shoulder and a step behind was cousin Kristy, in identical gear, except that the writing on Kristy's backside , Bethany Christian having provided her with the more flattering moniker: "KISSABLE". The fans gave her a roar of welcome and she responded with obvious relish, clearly enjoying the atmosphere and the acclaim.

Now the cousins began to move down the ramp. Kylie began by leading the way, but as her cousin stopped to slap hands, Kristy would take the lead until she paused to touch hands with members of the Corps. It was quickly apparent to long-time Kylie watchers that the veteran Sanders cousin had a lot on her mind and this was not surprising. There was a great deal riding on this test for the team, perhaps their biggest to date since both Kiora and Miriam had a score to settle with them. A grave expression came across Kylie's face as they neared the ring., Perhaps she was thinking that if Miriam Gaiman and Kiora Donavon were a strong team under normal circumstances, what would be like coming in motivated to win�and probably much more.

Kristy must have seen the look. She touched her cousin's shoulder: "Hey, Ky, did I tell you how I was going to make Miriam beg for mercy?"

Kylie gave Kristy a startled look. Kristy grinned and Kylie laughed, shaking the fearsome thoughts of Miriam and Kiora from her head.

"She won't stand a chance with you, Kris," Kylie replied with a smile.

"So you're cool with letting me get the pin this time?" Kristy asked.

"Yes, yes," Kylie assured the younger girl, "this time you'll get the pin."

"Thanks," Kristy said and her smile seemed to grow even larger.

As they reached the squared circle, Kylie and Kristy paused to raise their hands, wanting to enjoy a last few moments with the crowd. It was at this point that some troublemakers appeared to attempt to spoil the love fest. One fellow waved a placard that proclaimed: "SUGARY SWEET SANDERS WILL BE A PERFECT SNACK MIRIAM!!"

Another held up a sign stating:

"SANDERS GIRLS: STRIPPED DOWN, SEXED UP, TURNED INSIDE OUT: KIORA ENJOY YOUR WHITE MEAT!!"

Kristy was enraged and tried to grab the signs, but the placard wavers proved too quick for her, pulling back out of her reach. Kylie reached out and touched her cousin's shoulder.

"Just ignore them," Kylie said calmly. "You have to realize FAWN attracts some people who just live for the kind of trashy sex antics that Gaiman and Donavon like to do. They shut up once we've won."

Kristy nodded, but she shot a final angry glare in the general direction of their cowardly detractors. Then she recovered her happy smile and joined Kylie in sliding under the ring ropes to enter the future field of battle.

"Huggable" and "Crushable" then hopped to their feet and began to use the ropes to stretch their arms and legs. The sight brought some lusty hoots from the happy patrons of the front rows. The golden-haired duo were simply adorable to many, but they also possessed a certain wholesome sex appeal that brought many to the edge of their seats, dreaming of what might soon be coming.

Kristy began to circle the ring, looking abundantly anxious, steeling herself with an occasional glance at an encouraging Kylie. She skipped in place, occasionally checking the tension of the ropes, her eyes darting around the ring. Then she tried some shadow boxing to burn off nervous energy and wait as the Kylie's Six Pence theme began its inevitable fade and the appearance of their foes.

She and Kylie had seemingly turned the corner, perhaps Kylie a little more with her Royal rumble win and Pay-Per=View success. But tonight, with another tag victory, this time with her picking up the 1-2-3, they'd be on equal footing and well up the rungs of the tag team ladder.

Suddenly Kristy realized the music was gone and the arena was again plunged into darkness. Kristy moved instinctively to Kylie's side and they both waited in the silence...

A moment later the silence was broken as the PA system exploded to life:

"FORFEIT THE GAME/BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE/TAKES YOU OUT OF THE FRAME/PUTS YOUR NAME IN SHAME/ COVER UP YOUR FACE/YOU CAN'T RUN THE RACE/THE PACE IS TOO FAST/YOU JUST WON'T LAST... "

As Linkin Park's "Points of Authority" filled the arena, the lights came back up, and two familiar figures were visible at the top of the ramp. One was a beautiful girl, in an odd, ghostly sort of way. Her skin was pale, accentuating her unnaturally bright red hair and deep haunting green eyes. Her nails were painted blood red. She wore a black vinyl "one piece" which scarcely covered her breasts and crotch. The midsection was left bare save for a network of thin straps in a spider web pattern. The backside of the garment was one, save for the straps supporting the top half and the thong of the bottom. She was accessorized with fingerless, elbow-length gloves, black silk stockings with garters and a black silk choker.

This was Miriam Gaiman.

Next to her stood her partner, an equally entrancing Asian young woman with long dark hair, but she was rather slovenly clad in a Rolling Stones t-short and tattered jean shorts. She was barefoot, as was her red haired partner.

This was Kiora Donavon.

The crowd gave them a mixed reception. A great many booed and hissed, but there were still a sizable number to cheer the pair on. (A cynic might have presumed these people were especially looking forward to seeing what they might do to the wholesome-looking Sanders cousins in the event of their victory).

Miriam and Kiora did not seem to notice the crowd. They turned to each other and exchanged open-mouthed kisses. That done, they started to make their way towards the ring, slowly at first, keeping to the middle of the aisle�assuring a healthy distance between themselves and any reaching hands that might try to touch them. As they neared the ring, they picked up the pace, and then dove under the bottom rope as they reached the apron, sliding to a halt on all fours, tight backsides elevated, drawing more than a few approving hoots and hollers.

Through it all, Miriam and Kiora kept their eyes locked unflinching on those of their sweet-faced opponents. There was a glint in those smiles as Miriam and Kiora smiled unnervingly, appearing almost to hump the canvas a moment. Then Donavon rose and Miriam backed herself into the nearest corner. Those nearest the ring thought they saw the meaning of those glints�manic, yes, but more than that: hungry.

The crowd's excitement now rose to a fever pitch as Kiora strolled towards the center ring where Kristy and Kylie stood stone-faced with the referee. Kiora moved with an overt sensual nature to every moment. She was a feline predator and the hour she would strike seemed very near.

"Hello, Kylie, we meet again," Kiora said her eyes trying to dominate the older blonde's. "I can't wait to get started on finishing what I started on you in our first match."

"You lost that fight, skank!" Kristy interjected.

Kiora looked over at the younger Sanders and studied her like a housewife looking over a piece of meat. She smiled and called over her shoulder.

"Miri, come and look at what Kylie's brought us!"

Miriam left the corner and made a sensual walk of her own to center ring. She began to walk around the Sanders, who watched her (and Kiora) for any sneak attacks. None came as Miriam completed her inspection tour. She nodded at Kiora, who smiled in a way that sent chills down spectators' spines (and quite possibly those of the Sanders cousins).

"I like this one," Miriam pronounced looking steadily at Kristy. "She's going to be even more fun to 'educate' than Kylie."

"Yes, and we should make sure Ky is there to watch. Maybe she'll want to join in�"

Kylie's ivory-skinned face flushed red: "You two pervs keep your dirty minds off Kristy. If you DARE do anything to her�I'll�I'll�".

"Enjoy the show?" Miriam sneered.

Kylie took a step at the red head, but Kristy got in front of her cousin and glared at Miriam and Kiora.

"You can cut the mind games! They won't work! We're not scared of you�and don't you dare say 'You should be!'."

Miriam raised an eyebrow: "I am disappointed that you'd think I'd use a cliche like that."

Kiora shrugged: "What do you expect? She's from Minnesota�they grow clich� out there."

The referee cleared his throat: "Ladies, we have a card to get in tonight. Could we please get started?"

Miriam smiled nastily: "Don't worry, I'm sure they won't take long."

"Yes," Kiora agreed, "a couple of moves, a submission hold or two and one them will be screaming 'Best f*ck ever!"

"Don't count on it!" Kylie growled. "I may make one of YOU say it!"

Miriam and Kiora laughed unpleasantly. Not a few in the crowd joined in though there were boos as well. Miriam gave Kiora another kiss and then retreated to her corner.

"I'll start," Kylie told Kristy.

Kristy looked annoyed: "But I wanted to start�and get the pin."

"You will, Kris, you will," Kylie assured her cousin. "Just let me at Kiora for a while, then you can have her."

Kristy gave a reluctant nod and went to the team's corner. As she slid under the ropes, the referee signaled the timekeeper.

DING! DING! DING!

The match began with the Kylie and Kiora locking up. Kiora wasted little time to trying to drive a knee up between Kylie's legs, but the small blonde managed to twist the brunette off her feet, then give her a hip toss to the canvas. Kiora rolled quickly to her feet only to have dropkick slam her into the side ropes. She bounced off only to be seized by Kylie and sent face-first into the mat in a bulldog. Kiora seemed stunned by this rapid series of moves and was slow getting up.

Kylie now looked into her corner where Kristy waited expectantly. Kylie then did a knee drop across Kiora's back to send her crunching back to the canvas, then went over and tagged in her cousin. Kristy fairly shot passed her in her eagerness to get at the fallen Kiora. Kylie smiled and looked down the ring to see how Miriam was taking this poor start by her partner. She was unpleasantly surprised to see Miriam leaning on the apron not looking at all concerned. Then she saw Kylie and smiled. A chill went down Kylie's Spine. Her gaze shifted back to the Kristy who was mounting the ropes above Kiora who now lay on her back holding her head. Kristy then launched a frog splash.

Kylie started to cry a warning, but it was too late. Kristy was already in mid-air about to splash down on Kiora, but Donavon was not so helpless as she appeared. At the last possible moment, she pulled her knees up and Kristy landed belly first across them. The air blew out of Kristy with a loud: OOOOFFFFFFFFFFF!!!! Then Kiora simply flipped the rookie blonde over her head and Kristy landed on her back HARD!

Kylie's heart sank. Kristy lay groaning her hands instinctively reaching for her battered stomach. Kiora walked around her then did a series of double stomps to first one thigh and then the other. Then she stomped Kristy's right knee and then her left knee. Kiora then dropped to her knees and began to punch Kristy's legs in a slow methodical fashion from thigh to knee to shin.

Then pain brought Kristy out of her daze and she lunged forward trying to get arm arund Kiora's neck to pull her down. This attempt only lead to Kiora yanking Kristy to her feet and giving her the groin kick that Kylie had deflected. Kristy shrieked in pain and sagged against Kiora.

"Let's see what you've got," Kiora purred, but loudly enough that Kylie could hear her clearly.

\Kiora then stuck a hand down the front of Kristy's top and began to fondle the poor girl's breasts and nipples. Kristy began to struggle with increasing agitation, but Kiora now applied a crossarm bar.

"They're real!" Kiora called down to Miriam, who smiled happily and raised both thumbs.

"YOU GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER, BITCH!" Kylie screamed in fury.

"We were just making sure. Miri and I just HATE plastic boobies," Kiora said with wicked innocence.

The referee finally saw what was going on and threatened a countdown. Kiora gave him a nod and before Kristy knew what was happening to her, she was hoisted into an upside down position and Kiora sat down in a piledriver that drove Kristy's head into the mat. Kiora then got atop her opponent and hooked her leg.

Kylie watched in sickened horror as the referee dropped down and counted:

"ONE... TWO... THRENO!"

Kristy saved herself with a desperate kickout and Kiora was forced to let her up, but Kiora then trotted down the ring to tag in Miriam. Meanwhile, Kristy was trying to crawl towards her own corner where Kylie was extending her hand. Miriam let them come ALMOST to the tagging point, then she seized Kristy by the ankles.

"Sorry, Ky, but I want to have some fun with the fresh meat you brought us!" Miriam leered at Kylie.

Miriam plopped Kristy down and sat astride her back, she then got her hands under the blonde's chin and pulled back in a camel clutch, seeming to make a special effort to put pressure on Kristy's lower back.

"So you're Kristy Sanders. I'm Miriam Gaiman, I've had my way�lots of ways, in fact, with your dim bulb of a cousin over there. How come you hooked up with a hopeless loser like her?" Miriam chattered, though the only answers she was getting from the trapped Kristy were grunts and groans.

Miriam now decided it was time to switch moves. She released the camel clutch and went to an STF�a stepover toehold facelock. She began by grabbing one of Kristy's legs and placing the ankle between her thighs, then she lay down on top of Kristy's back and locked her arms around Kristy's head. She then pulled back putting more pressure on Kristy's already suffering back, neck and knees. She took extra care to rub her own chest against Kristy's back so she would be sure and feel the stiffened nipples.

"You are going to be so much fun to train," Miriam said into Kristy's ear. "You will learn to do things you never imagined anyone capable of doing. A whole new world will open for you and you'll have Kiora and myself to thank for it�and, your cousin Kylie�she got you into this, didn't she? Hmmm?"

"Go�to�hell!" Kristy panted.

"Ah, but aren't you there. Already?" Miriam sneered and gave an extra yank.

The referee suddenly appeared next to them; "Ready to quit, Kristy?"

Kristy looked at him and said quietly; "No!"

"That's the spirit. I've got lots more ways to hurt you," Miriam announced, She suddenly released her grip on Kristy's head and slammed the surprised girl's head to the mat. Then she released the rest of the STF and hurried to the ropes. She turned her back on Kristy and did a moonsault backflip to bring herself down on the helpless girl.

At least that was the idea.

Kristy Sanders could hear Kylie screaming at her; "MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT!"

Kristy foggily looked over to see Miriam launch herself into the move. With all her remaining strength, she rolled towards the ropes so that Miriam went over her and came down on empty mat with ring-shaking force. Kristy then used the ropes to pull herself up and towards the corner where the frantic Kylie, now perched on the turnbuckle awaited her with an outstretched hand. Kristy made the tag, then dropped down to roll out of the ring as Kylie leaped off the turnbuckle over her as the crowd roared its approval.

Kylie executed a flying headscissors that caught Miriam just as she had regained her feet following the moonsault fiasco. The redhead was yanked hard to the mat by the head. Kylie wasted no time in following that up by placing her head under Miriam's chin. Then Kylie used her arms to hold her in place as she dropped down to the mat giving Miriam a full throttle jawbreaker! Miriam bounced away limp as a discarded doll, but Kylie took no chances. She scooped Miriam up and placed the redhead across her shoulders in a fireman's carry. She then fell over sideways so that Miriam's head would impact against the canvas.l This was Kylie's version of the Death Valley Driver.

"I call my D.V.D. the 'Pleasant Valley Driver'!" Kylie snarled at the crumpled Miriam. "I hope you liked it, bitch!"

Then Kylie rolled Miriam up in a small package and pinned her shoulders. The referee dropped next to them and began his count:

"ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!"

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd which had held its collective breath now exploded in a bedlam of cheers! Kylie Sanders had pinned Miriam Gaiman! They had actually seen it happen!

Kylie leaped to her feet her arms over her head! She ran from one side of the ring to the other and opened her arms to the crowd to show she wanted to share this moment of triumph with them, her long-suffering fans! It was Kylie and the Kylie Corps finest hour!

Then Kylie looked around for Kristy. Kristy was standing in their corner with her arms crossed and a very unhappy look on her face. For a moment, Kylie wondered what was wrong, then she realized what she had done. She rushed over to her cousin.

"I'm sorry, Kristy, really I am, but I had Miriam down, I couldn't let her get away!" Kylie blurted out.

Kristy had tears in her eyes: "You PROMISED me I could have the tag."

"Please, Kristy, you have to understand. I couldn't let an opportunity like that get away! I didn't mean to do it!" Kylie pleaded, tears in her eyes now.

Kristy turned her back: "Yes, you did mean to do it. You saw how they worked me over, you didn't think I could win."

"No, no!" Kylie insisted.

Kristy continued to keep her back turned and Kylie stood there trying to reason with her. The crowd began to fall silent as they realized the drama going on. And not a few began to wonder if Kiora Donavon and Miriam Gaiman (now back on her feet and looked very pissed off at the defeat) might move against the young women who had just humiliated them...

WINNERS: Kylie & Kristy Sanders