The crowd comes to life as the PA system blasts the Def Leppard staple: "Pour Some Sugar on Me". Within moments, the British Bombshell and Tempe Temptress emerge atop the ramp, to a thunderous ovation for the Shea London and Juliet Bloodwind.

Bloodwind struts down the steel toward the ring, the pigtailed Juliet slapping hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. She gives a thumbs up to a fan holding aloft a sign that reads "DANGEROUS CURVES--SOON TO BE STRIPPED AND SCALPED!"

Shea follows alongside, all smiles, likewise slapping hands with the fans as she does so. Changing fashion gears ever so slightly, the gorgeous blonde wears a dark red sports bra and a pair of matching bikini briefs, the Union Jack in all its glory across Shea's brassiere, no mutiny for her bounty; the remainder of her outfit, a pair of stylish, red wrestling boots. London grins as she catches sight of one particular sign, a picture of Shea with her newly won World title, inscribed: "BRINGING CLASS BACK TO THE BELT"

At ringside, the pair makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Their lap completed, Shea and Juliet move quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring. While the crowd reacts appreciatively to Bloodwind's exhibition, their volume only increases as London follows her partner's lead, right down to an uncharacteristic (but hardly unappealing) hip wiggle of her own, the beautiful Brit grinning as she lands on her feet.

"Milkshake" by Kelis begins to play as the crowd lets out a mixed response; some boos mixed with lustful catcalls. All eyes turn to the entrance ramp, where a curtain lifts, revealing the sleek forms of the FAWN World Tag Team Champions, LaKeisha Bates and Holly Hotbody... aka Dangerous Curves. Both women are clad in black and blue FUBU jerseys--LaKeisha's "06", Holly's "09", drawing an approving response from the crowd-- and red wrestling boots. As the music plays, the two vixens begin to perform a seductive, strip tease, taunting the crowd by slowly peeling their jerseys away, revealing tiny bikinis, beneath.

LaKeisha wears a white bikini, with cardinal red trim while Holly wears a cardinal red bikini with white trim. As Kelis serenades the crowd, Holly and LaKeisha slowly turn to one another, after preening, and move closer, mischievous glints in their eyes. The crowd erupts in wolf whistles and a whoop of excitement as Holly and LaKeisha proceed to grind upon one another, performing a sensual dance. Their arms around one another's waists and their legs intertwined, the former tag champions' bodies are as one, their mouths moving closer... and closer... the crowd hooting and hollering... wanting more...

Until they both stop, turning to look at the crowd with that same mischievous grin, before pulling apart and sashaying to ringside, having firmly turned a good portion of this throng into official members of the Dangerous Curves Fan Club. They make their way down the aisle and enter the ring, both women making their way to opposite corners, raising their arms to mostly cheers from the capacity crowd.

Shea starts out against Holly. The two beautiful hellcats circle each other, then Shea lunges, swallowing ten feet in an instant with her blinding speed. Unfortunately, Holly lifts a knee into the champ's tummy, her catlike quickness drawing first blood versus Shea's sheer speed. Shea coughs as she doubles over, then finds herself spun around by a stinging slap to her cheek. The Brit's eyes narrow and she lashes out with a retaliatory punch that catches Holly on the cheek.

They reengage, this time, it's Shea surprising Holly with a scoop slam. The glistening sex bomb is slammed to the canvas, arching her back in pain when Shea takes to the air, her razor sharp elbow falling out of the sky with malice, but hitting only the ring floor as Hotbody rolled clear. Before Shea can get back to her feet, LaKeisha Bates is on her. A snap suplex takes Shea over, which LaKeisha follows with a stomp to the tummy.

Shea drives a punch into the Nubian Queen's taut tummy, but thousands of sit ups have made LaKeisha's abs more than a match for a Shea's punch. The stunning ebony villain hauls Shea to her feet, absorbing two more body blows, the third finally earning a pained wince. LaKeisha launches a looping left hand, but Shea easily ducks the shot, dropping to her ass and sweeping Bates' legs out, depositing her on her own famous derriere.

Shea, taken off guard by the Curves early success, opts for a breather, tagging in Juliet. The more recent former TV Champ hits the ring and clotheslines LaKeisha to the canvas. The Forth Worth hottie is up in a flash, though, absorbing a shoulder block from Juliet with a sneer.

"You're kidding me, right?" scoffs LaKeisha. Unfortunately for her, Juliet's answer is a standing dropkick from nowhere that crashes into that haughty sneer, reducing it to a look of pained shock. Toppled by the drop kick, LaKeisha is suddenly and savagely driven into the corner post by a baseball slide with plenty of kinetic energy.

The crowd is going nuts, but the dusky desert beauty doesn't acknowledge them. She quickly steps to the corner, tagging in Shea. The blonde streaks across the ring, drop kicking LaKeisha in the chops, a la her partner. LaKeisha didn't have far to fall, having only risen to a knee.

Growing up in the tougher neighborhoods of the DFW metroplex, LaKeisha had taken her share of bumps. She didn't survive those bumps because she couldn't keep her wits about her, even when her brain was crashing into her skull with enough force to KO a normal woman.

Sticking to the game plan was key. So, when Shea bounced to her feet, the Nubian Queen wasted no time driving a low blow between Shea's legs. Rolling away, the powerhouse tags in Holly, who streaks to the opposite corner, away from Shea, and drills Juliet in the chin, dropping her to the floor.

Shea moves forward to engage the former World Champion, but LaKeisha's crotch shot ensured that Shea's upper lip wasn't the only part of her that was a bit stiff. An eye rake by Holly blinds Shea, and a knee lift to her crotch hobbles her enough for Holly to scoop one of the Brit's flawless legs up, spin 180 degrees and slam Shea into the canvas with a sidewalk slam.

"I don't know how you managed to steal that match from me," Holly sneers. "But we're going to expose you as the fraud that you are tonight, Shea."

The Latina rose, drove a boot into Shea's toned tummy, and stepped to her corner to tag in LaKeisha as Shea's ample bosom heaved sensually. The black woman didn't have to try too hard to lift Shea, who was already gamely fighting to her feet. A knee to her belly surprised LaKeisha. A left cross from Shea staggered her, and the subsequent right to her chin rocked her. The whirling blonde whirlwind disengaged, throwing herself into the ropes for momentum, and hurtled back toward LaKeisha. The Nubian powerhouse is ready for her.

A sculpted, cocoa-hued arm slashes through the air, connecting with an alabaster neck as Bates clotheslines Shea to the canvas. LaKeisha's demeanor was arrogant. Almost casual. Setting Shea up, she immediately takes her down with a spinning neck breaker, leaving the World Champ writhing on the canvas, glistening with sweat. A quick tag brings Holly in. The Latina sex bomb drops a leg across Shea's chest and hooks one of the bombshell's flawless legs.

ONE

TWO

Kickout.

Holly chides the ref for what she believes is a slow count. Reluctantly, she grabs Shea's golden tresses and rises with the struggling Shea in tow. The World Champion, caught off guard early by Holly's and LaKeisha's brazen cheating tactics and questionable brawling maneuvers blocks a vertical suplex attempt by Holly, but finds herself taken over by the second. She twists, though, and escapes, falling to her feet behind Holly. Without hesitation, Shea barrels into Holly from behind, knocking her into the ropes before rolling her backwards into a pinning predicament. The ref dives into position.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Holly. Shea wisely dives for the tag, and Juliet Bloodwind joins the fray, drop kicking Holly to the canvas. Holly is back on feet in flash, eyes ablaze, but Juliet could care less. A hurricanrana twists Holly to the canvas and sends the beautiful brawler skidding across the canvas. A lionsault flattens Holly to the canvas, face, breasts and belly mashed against the canvas. Juliet, egged on by her loyal fans, rolls Holly over and goes for the cover.

ONE

Kickout.

Juliet glances at her corner. Shea is using the ropes to hold herself up. The Champ breathes heavily, staring intently at the action in the ring. She's not ready to get back in the fight, Juliet realizes. A rake of her eyes by Holly brings Juliet back to the task at hand. The two dusky beauties are on their feet and tie up, Holly using her strength advantage to power Juliet back. Juliet, though, falls backwards, wedging a foot into Holly's delicious tummy, and monkey flips her into her corner. Holly shakes her head, then takes one for the team as she tags in LaKeisha a second before Juliet's feet crash into her face, courtesy of a baseball slide.

Unfortunately for Juliet, the slide that just took Holly down a few notches leaves her totally exposed to LaKeisha, and one of FAWN's greatest opportunists drives a knee into Juliet's stomach, knocking most of the wind out of her. Bates, easily the strongest woman in the match, grabs Juliet and lifts her, then quickly chokeslams her back to the canvas. Juliet jerks up into a sitting position, and LaKeisha grabs her by the hair, hauling her up and throwing her into her corner.

She wanted Shea.

She got her. Shea hit the ring and let her blazing hot desire and anger fuel her. She went toe to toe with LaKeisha and more than held her own.

Taken aback by Shea's frontal assault, LaKeisha backpedals. Fists fly, as Shea seems to gain the upper hand. LaKeisha pulls even, battling back. A drop kick by Shea drops LaKeisha for a moment, but the ebony beauty is back on her feet. Shea locks in a head lock. LaKeisha lifts her up into suplex position, but Shea rolls through it.

LaKeisha connects with a chop to Shea's chest and a knee to her crotch, dropping the Champ. In short order, Shea finds herself whipped into the enemy corner. Holly, now fully recovered from the damage Juliet did to her, grabs a few handfuls of sweaty blonde hair and holds Shea fast as LaKeisha barrels in like a freight train and obliterates Shea with a splash.

This is how it continued for more than ten more minutes. The Dangerous Curves would isolate Shea, wearing her down with every underhanded tactic known to them, while remaining fresh through a seemingly never-ending parade of quick tags. Occasionally, Juliet would get the tag, but with Shea on the outside recovering from the beating, she was more Lone Ranger than Cavalry to the Rescue. Juliet would find herself outgunned, not by LaKeisha Bates or Holly Hotbody, but by the synergy of the Dangerous Curves.

The Curves were winning.

In the ring now, Juliet dropkicks LaKeisha into the corner. Blessedly, a neutral one. LaKeisha stepped forward, jaw stinging from the last drop kick and not wanting to eat another one. LaKeisha lunges for a tie up, but Juliet drops. The Nubian Queen hops over an attempted leg sweep and fluidly transitions to an elbow drop to Juliet's chest, momentarily stilling the Arizonan. LaKeisha withdraws, tagging in Holly, as Juliet likewise tags in Shea.

All four women are drenched. But clearly, Shea London has absorbed more punishment than any of the others. Still, she's not the World Champion for nothing. She beats Holly to the punch, literally, driving her back. Some deft maneuvering puts Shea standing behind Holly with the Hotbody's arm folded into a chicken wing.

LaKeisha hops down from the corner.

Holly somersaults forward, grunting painfully, but free of the chicken wing. A roundhouse kick grazes Shea's cheek, but the immediate back kick with the same leg catches Shea off guard, crashing violently into her solar plexus, right below her chest. The blow drives the wind from Shea's lungs and the delicious blonde falls to her knees.

"COME ON, SHEA!" Juliet screams, stomping her foot on the ring apron and reaching out with her hand.

With Bloodwind's attention fixed on her ailing partner, LaKeisha, the princess of duplicity (Portia would always be the queen) sneaks around the ring unobserved.

Shea drives a left hand that falls the slightest bit below Holly's belt.

Well, Holly isn't wearing a belt, but you know what I mean.

The Latina gags and reels. Shea, lungs burning, is in hot pursuit. She rakes her nails down Holly's flawless back, earning a pained scream and treating the crowd to a visual treat as Holly's arched back has her delectable breasts straining against her flimsy bikini top. Seizing the moment, Shea steps in and wraps her arms around Holly's phenomenal waist, twisting her up and slamming her down with a side suplex.

Holly crashed into the canvas, one of her breasts popping loose as she stared at the lights.

The crowd, with numerous reasons to go nuts, does so.

Shea pirouettes and stumbles toward her corner to make the tag. Before she can, she sees LaKeisha race in and grab Juliet by the thighs, a moment's hesitation all the Nubian needed. Both Shea's and Juliet's eyes grow wide as LaKeisha holds Juliet up, pivots, and powerbombs her through the Belgian (for the sake of racial harmony) announcers' table.

Stunned, Shea is spun around by Holly, a boot doubling her over before the Hot Spot ends the match.

The Champion goes down in a heap and Holly is there for a face sit cover, tearing Shea's top down her trunk, and tangling Shea's arms as it exposes her delectable breasts.

Holly looks at the ref.

"Not yet," she warns him as she watches LaKeisha enter the ring, seductively rolling her hips as she sauntered over. Grabbing Shea's bottoms, LaKeisha needs two tugs to remove them completely. She twirls the sweaty togs around her head as Shea's legs crash to the canvas.

"You may proceed," chirps Holly affably as she begins a sexy grind across Shea's face. Holly's mouth falls open into an exaggerated O as she punctuates her victory.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The ref could have counted to a hundred.

LaKeisha leaves the ring, rolling a KOed Juliet back into the ring. In short order, the Nubian has Juliet as naked Shea, dragging her beside the vanquished World Champion, Holly finishing up her bump and grind.

LaKeisha raises Holly's hand as "Milkshake" strikes back up.

"You're a fluke, Shea" snarls Holly, looking down at the beaten, naked blonde. "And I'll take that belt back any time I want."

With that, the victorious team leaves the ring, savoring the result of a flawless plan executed with ruthless efficiency.

WINNERS: Dangerous Curves