"Fans this match is going to be a doozy," Our announcer informs us. "Jeanette Lansdale has made a triumphant return to the FAWN after several long hard fought months, she's finally able to call herself a winner again. Her opponent tonight, La Gata Diabla is known primarily for her tag team wrestling, but in singles is starting to turn some heads with several close victories and dominant performances. I'd have to think the winner here would be well on her way to a title shot of some sort."

As the announcer shills both women's skills, the crowd begins to cheer and get excited. It's the first FAWN card in quite some time and like a pack of wild sharks, this audience wants some blood, breasts and beer. Given the nature of this match, their promised at least two of the three.

"I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease"

As the grinding strains of Nickelback play over the PA system, a resoundingly favorable ovation joins the tune, heralding Jeanette Lansdale's encore performance in her FAWN comeback. And not only does Bethany's hand-picked music remain, the CEO's personal choice of Jeanette's ring gear--an extremely revealing pink thong bikini--remains as well. Twin pillars of white pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as Jeanette steps out from the back and walks toward the ring. Jeanette's hair is free and flowing, out of its usual tight ponytail, her beautiful face set in a dazzling smile. She waves to the fans on her way down to the ring, posing seductively with her hands on her hips. The very embodiment of sexy athleticism, she leaps up on the ring and enters. Jeanette stretches in the ring, readying herself for combat. She'd won her last two matches, but La Gata Diabla posed a much different challenge than any other woman had. Knowing that she's never faced a true lucha, as well as the fact that street fighters seemed to give her problems, the blonde readied herself for a long, difficult match.

"Here's Jeanette Lansdale. Despite Bethany Christian's best attempts to rattle JL, she seems to be back on the winning track. I'm sure she'd like to be wearing a few more threads in the ring, but she's making due with what she's been given. Jeanette's a survivor." The announcer babbles on.

With Lansdale in the ring, all that's left is for her opposition to make an appearance. Jeanette stands ready, left waiting as the cheers of her fans begin to fade...

Soon after, to vociferous boos (and more than a few catcalls), La Gata Diabla comes forth onto the ramp. Her red satin panties conceal little, black leather chaps shielding her outer legs but revealing tempting glances of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, her matching satin push up bra works overtime to give her bosom that little extra "oomph!"

She makes her way to the ring, making it a point to keep just out of the reach of the ringside throng--yet all the while stokes their fires with each sensuous stride. As much as they might think they like Kylie, as much as they might try to convince themselves it was the good girl they wanted to emerge victorious, Gata knew better. It was her that they wanted... and they would long for her as badly as Gata wished them to.

"Don't let that sexy exterior fool you. The Hell Cat is very dangerous. In fact she might be better suited with the name of The Piranah because that's what she is in the ring."

The crowd cheered and soon the bell sounded. The referee checked both women, making sure they knew the rules and to keep the fight clean. He signalled for them to get it on, but neither woman made any quick moves at first. Instead Jeanette and Gata eyed one another up from across the ring. La Gata Diabla walks over to Lansdale, thrusting her chest into the pink bikini-clad Jeanette. Lansdale doesn't back down as she walks up to her face to face, but you can see just a hint of fear in her eyes. Gata shows no emotion, but there is clearly some respect on her part. She's not going to be foolish enough to fall into the trap of thinking Jeanette Lansdale is a push over. They lock up, center ring. Jeanette has a minor height advantage and presses it for what it's worth. Gata is able to slip one arm under Jeanette's and soon has her in a side headlock, cutting off any advantage Lansdale might have had. Gata wrenches the basic headlock on tight, surprising Jeanette by going to a grapplers base instead of the high-flying that she's known for. Jeanette is able to roll a forearm into Gata's spine and then lifts her into the air for a back suplex. La Gata Diabla is ever so aloof however and flips out of the backplex and lands on her feet, much like her namesake, the cat. Jeanette turns around only to get blasted across the chest with Gata's feet. DROPKICK! Jeanette goes down to the canvas hard.

"La Gata Diabla is as quick as they come. She lured Jeanette into a area where Lansdale was the veteran, trying the veteran move and then Gata used her speed and agility to take her off guard. I don't think Jeanette was expecting that."

Jeanette tries to get back up and launches herself at La Gata with a running clothesline, but Gata is just too damn quick. She drop toe holds Jeanette, and then floats over back into a side headlock position. Barrelling down on Lansdale's neck, pulling it upwards. She yanks back as hard as she can on Jeanette's head and even grabs the blonde locks of her opponent, just to add insult to injury. The referee warns about use of the hair, so Gata releases the hold and then drives her knee down across the neck of Jeanette Lansdale. Jeanette clutches her neck, but Gata is quickly attacking the arm of Jeanette, trying to lock Lansdale into a cross arm breaker.

"I'm not sure if it's a wise more or not, but Gata is actually out-wrestling Lansdale at this juncture. I think Jeanette was expecting a lucha-brawl, and instead La Gata Diabla is pulling out some mat basics."

As Gata cranks back on the arm, Jeanette realizes that this is her comfort zone. If Gata wants to mat wrestle, then Jeanette will appease her. As Gata rips at the arm, Lansdale rolls her right shoulder over and soon has her legs planted into the mat. Within an instant she's back on her feet, Gata still attached to her arm. However now, Jeanette is practically standing and it gives her just enough room to drop her leg down across Gata's throat. "UGH!" lets out Gata, as her throat gets smothered in sweaty bare Lansdale leg. Many men in the audience might would enjoy such a moment, but La Gata Diabla doesn't. She releases her arm hold, and soon finds herself wrapped up in a Jeanette Lansdale Fujiwara armbar.

"La Gata Diabla perhaps got too arrogant and tried to take Jeanette at her own game. Lansdale's got years and years of experiance inside that ring and it's rare that someone is going to be able to match holds with her, without Lansdale having some counters for it." The announcer proclaims.

Diabla can't get free from the armbar and could very well be on the verge of submission, but Jeanette doesn't want to win here. She's just wearing Gata down, and perhaps isn't even aware that the end could be near. Foolishly Jeanette Lansdale lets up and pulls Gata to her feet. La Gata Diabla wants to make sure that Jeanette knows about her mistake so as Lansdale sends her to the ropes, La Gata leaps to the middle rope and comes back with a springboard spin kick that catches Jeanette right across the chin. Lansdale stumbles back to a vertical base, but Gata sends her to the ropes... quick powerslam! Jeanette's body bounces up off the canvas from impact. As she sits up, holding the base of her spine, La Gata sends a shin kick RIGHT to her face. Lansdale drops backwards holding her nose, but Diabla starts banging her head with soccer ball kick after soccer ball kick. "Your nothing bitch!" mocks La Gata Diabla as she rattles off a few more kicks into Jeanette. Gata grabs Lansdale and fish hooks her mouth, yanking her lips wide open and placing her into a humiliating camel clutch. She rips and claws at her face, trying to put in a bit of mental abuse to go with the physical. The referee steps in and warns her to either turn the hold into a basic camel clutch, or to break it. La Gata decides to rake at her face some more, before releasing the hold. She drops down quickly onto her with a SENTON back splash!

"Lansdale might be used to wrestling some of the greats, but she can't prepare herself for the incredible high impact moves that La Gata Diabla has in her playbook. She hits hard too, for a woman her size she has quite a lot of power."

Jeanette rolls around on the canvas trying to get her senses about her. Meanwhile La Gata has scaled the top rope. As Lansdale gets to a vertical base, she's caught from behing by La Gata Diabla with a diving bulldog! Jeanette goes down face first. Her nose and breasts smashing against the mat. Diabla starts choking Jeanette from behind. The referee steps in to warn her, but Gata yansk Jeanette up by the neck, still choking her and hits an inverted monkey flip on Lansdale! Jeanette goes up and over, behind Gata crashing down onto the mat neck first. Although she's able to get some precious breath into her lungs, her skull feels like it's just been bashed in with a hammer. Her neck joint twists, and she's not even sure if it's not broken. She feels a paralyzing sensation come over her body. Thankfully she begins to feel her senses come back to her, unfortunately right as she can feel her body again Diabla comes crashing down across her stomach with another senton! She lets out a gush of air, the wind which she had fought so hard to regain in her lungs has now been promptly knocked out of her. Gata pulls her up and whips her into the turnbuckle corner. Jeanette smacks back first against the leather pads and lets out a long sigh, trying to regain her composure. Diabla is soon rushing into the corner and drilling her across the chest and face with a running knee, a la CM Punk. Jeanette slumps in the corner, but doesn't slump the canvas.

"La Gata Diabla is starting to clean the clock of Jeanette Lansdale. If Jeanette doesn't get something going for her soon, she's going to be cat food!"

Diabla grabs her pink bikini top and RIPS it open down the front. Leaving behind tattered remains and revealing the perky round orbs of Jeanette Lansdale. While the crowd lets out a "WHOOO YEAH!", Diabla isn't trying to be a pervert. Instead she's looking to deliver more punishment. She backs her hand up and then LASHES Jeanette with a knife edge chop. Lansdale's chest gets a bit red, but Gata doesn't stop with just one chop. She begins to fire chop after chop into her chest cavity. Jeanette lets out screams that sound like they'd be better suited for a horror movie, but her own personal Friday the 13th continues at the hands of La Gata Diabla as she blisters her chest with repeated knife edge chops. She's chipping away at her like she was a block of ice, and soon she's whimpering in the corner. Blood vessels busted all over her chest. The once much sought after sight of a topless Jeanette Lansdale, now is causing men in the crowd to turn away. Her flesh ripped to shreds, it's once gentle, well lotioned, slightly sparkly exterior, blisted and bruised. Three shades of red and purple. Lansdale is beaten and battered.

"What a violent brutal streak from La Gata. She's tearing into Jeanette. This woman is hungry to move up the roster and she's planning on taking a piece of Lansdale with her. I think Jeanette might be done for."

Jeanette tries to fall out of the corner, but a back kick from Diabla keeps her in place. La Gata backs up a few feet then charges into the corner, HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW! As she comes crashing into Jeanette, Lansdale is able to latch her arms around the neck of La Gata Diabla. COBRA CLUTCH! Gata wasn't expecting that, and although it appears to be a last ditch effort from Lansdale it's working. La Gata is struggling to remain on her feet, but reaches the ropes and the referee calls for a break. Lansdale doesn't give one, and instead yanks Gata backwards and nails a Cobra Clutch backbreaker! She then covers La Gata Diabla, ...ONE, ....TWO! La Gata gets her shoulder up. Jeanette gets up frustrated and reties what's left of her top, to boos from the crowd.

"I can't believe Jeanette still has some fire left in her."

Both women are starting to tire, but Jeanette grabs Gata in hopes of a piledriver. She lifts her up, but instead Gata whips off a head scissor! Lansdale goes flying across the ring. As Jeanette pulls herself to her feet, La Gata nails a flying forearm! She lifts Jeanette up, JUVI DRIVER! The referee falls into position, ONE.... TWO.... THR-NO! Jeanette kicks out!

"Lansdale is tougher then people expect. She's not going to go down without giving 100% every fight."

Lansdale struggles to a knee, and Gata is on top of her with punches to the head. She flips Jeanette over with a snapmar and drives her knee into the battered chest of Lansdale. Jeanette reaches up and smacks Gata across the top of the head knocking her backwards. Lansdale gets back up, grabbing La Gata and nailing the back suplex she intended earlier in the match. Both women breath heavily on the canvas, but it's Jeanette who's up first. She grabs Diabla and knees her in the stomach, then tries for a second knee, but La Gata avoids it and connects with a ferocious clothesline. She pulls Jeanette up and hits a second clothesline. With Jeanette on her back, she runs and drops another senton into the belly of Lansdale. She covers, ....ONE, ....TWO, Jeanette gets her foot on the bottom rope.

"Jeanette made a small comeback, but now she looks to be in trouble again. She was less then a second away from defeat there at that last pinning encounter." Our announcer explains.

Gata drags Jeanette's leg off the bottom rope and jumps down across it. Causing Lansdale to scream out in pain. La Gata Diabla then stomps on her leg some more, before driving an elbow into her wounded chest cavity. Diabla climbs to the top rope. She sees that Landale is prone for one of her aerial attacks. She leaps from the high rent district with a SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP! Sadly, no one is home as Jeanette moves out of the way just in the knick of time. Gata's right arm feels like it's broken. She tries to stand up, but Lansdale bun rushes her with a double axehandle to the shoulder/right arm. She grabs her around the waist, GERMAN SUPLEX WITH THE BRIDGE! The referee counts, ....ONE, .....TWO, ....KICKOUT! La Gata Diabla is able to kick out, but Jeanette rolls through with crucifix, ....ONE, ....TWO, La Gata can't get her injured shoulder up, .......THREE!

"I'll be damned! Jeanette Lansdale just barely pulled this victory out. By the skin of her teeth."

Jeanette stands up, holding her chest. She sighs a big sigh of relief. Behind her though a shocked Diabla is in histerics. She throws the referee down and charges behind Lansdale dropkicking her in the back. Jeanette spills through the middle of the ropes and onto the floor. Jeanette doesn't even know what hit her before La Gata Diabla is diving through and crashing onto her with a Tope Con Hilo.

"Leave her alone, this match is over!"

Lansdale is flattened on the concrete as security rushes over to pull Diabla off of her. La Gata walks to the back holding her arm, spouting obscenities, as Jeanette is helped by up by trainers and EMTs.

WINNER: Jeanette Lansdale