[We are at the FAWN arena, just a few scant minutes before the first match of the evening is slated to take place. The venue was packed to capacity, as usual, and the fans were more fervent than usual, if that was possible. For there were 2 excellent matches slated to occur on the card, with the champion defended her crown against the number one contender, and a return to action from a very popular combatant against FAWN's very own southern Belle. The theme music for the federation had already played, the explosions of pyrotechnics over and done by, and now the camera swept across the fans, moved about the stadium, as they screamed and hollered, waving their signs, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the cameras. Some of the more apparent signs read "IRENA, MEET THE DIRTY SOUTH!', 'POWER TO IRENA'S PEOPLE!', and 'ALABAMA...ITS BREATHTAKING!'. Finally, the camera spins around, to focus on the announcers at ringside.]

Buck Ansome: "That's right, folks, hold onto your moneymakers and holler if you hear me, because FAWN is in the house!"

Tammy DeVille: "And I can barely hear myself, over the din created by this crowd! They truly are fanatic...and with good reason, me bucko! Because tonight sees 2 of the most highly anticipated matches ever, in the history of FAWN!"

Buck: "Oh, I just can't wait! (dry washes his hands). 2 of the deadliest, and most provocative ladies ever to set foot in the squared circle are about to combat for the most illustrious title of them all...the championship belt! But first...well....we have a return match."

Tammy: "After almost a month and a half long leave of absence, at the hands of Chrissy Daniel...the Ice Maiden is back!"

Buck: "And that over rated hack should have remained out of commision, for all the good that she's going to get tonight. For she faces one of most promising women in the league, a woman with more wins to her name than Irena has brain cells, a lovely Southern Belle by the name of Ivy Belle!"

Tammy: "Well, even I must admit that Ivy has a lot of potential...but she gives up a height advantage here, a weight advantage here, and an experience advantage here. Not to mention the mental focus she must have, after having been gone for so long!"

[As .38 Special's "Wild Eyed Southern Boys" blasts over the PA system, Ivy tears open the curtains at the top of the ramp with her own two hands, and with a wicked smile, saunters down to the ring with plenty of swivel in her hips. Though a world renowned rule breaker, Ivy has earned her share of fans, and they cheer wildly as she walks. A few she even acknowledge as she makes her way to the squared circle, with a wink and a smile, a caress and a smoldering gaze. Which , in turns, makes those at ringside that much louder.]

Buck: "And here she comes, my southern sweetheart!"

Tammy: "A hard loss to Sandra St. James last week has done nothing to affect her demeanor."

Buck: "Bah! A lucky win for Sandra, nothing more! Ivy has gone toe to toe with the best the federation has to offer, and has sent most of them crying back to their momma's! Need I have to remind you about what she did to Cynthia Mitchell?"

[Ivy is wearing a pair of short, denim cut offs that barely extend past the cleft of her buttocks, and a daisy dee shirt that is twisted over in the front, exposing a generous helping of well defined midriff. A handkerchief hangs out of her back pocket, one with the design of the confederate flag, and, once in the squared circle, she pulls it out, and dabs imaginary sweat from her forehead and her cleavage, the display enough to earn another impressive roar from the primarly all male crowd. Then, with a wink, she tosses it out into the crowd....just a few bare seconds before her theme music ends, and the house lights go out, clothing the arena in complete blackness. Suddenly the video-screen jumps to life as the infamous Tri-Cova, the foreboding symbol of the Ice Maiden begins to pulsate on the screen, in time to the music. Operation mind Crime by Queensryche, rips through the sound system and the Tri-Cova emits an eerie red light that bathes the arena with an ominous glow. The crowd knows that all of the hoopla and pageantry hails the entrance of Irena Malenakova and they respond with a roar. The Ice Maiden steps out from the curtain at the top of the ramp and thrusts her arms out to her side and throws her head back. A red, white and blue pyrotechnic display erupts on both sides of the ramp and the house lights come back on.]

Buck: "And here she is! The return of the Ice Maiden, in all her obnoxious glory!"

Tammy: "She certainly has not lost any popularity in her absence. If anything, these fans seem to be that much louder upon her arrival! With good reason, too, they've been waiting and waiting for someone to come along and wipe that spoiled smirk right off of that pompous Chrissy Daniels face!"

Buck: "And now who's being biased? And beside, in order to get to Chrissy, Irena has to go through Ivy....and I don't think that's gonna happen!"

[Dressed her traditional black and silver Rhinestone studded bikini and matching black and silver sling back open toe pumps, Irena begins her walk to the ring. She climbs the steel steps, kicks off her heels and steps over the top rope and walks barefoot to the center of the ring. Again, Irena thrusts her arms out to her side and throws her head back and all four ring post erupt in red, white and blue explosions. Then, she turns, to regard her opponent, who is standing in the center of the ring, arms crossed before her impressive chest, one foot impatiently tapping away at the canvas. Ivy Belle was not a fan of theatrics, and Irena took showboating to a whole another level.]

Ding Ding Ding

Tammy: "Ivy is certainly giving up her share of height and weight to the Ice Maiden....but if she's nervous, it doesn't show, not at all! In fact, Ivy walks forward, so that her body is tightly pressed to Irena's...and, looking up at her, begins to talk to her!"

Buck: "I can't quite hear what is being said...but judging by Irena's expression, she is none too impressed with it! Neither woman daring to move back, their bodies tightly pressed together....now this image is what the pursuit of imagination is all about!"

Tammy: "Only in your dreams, me bucko.....Ivy stops talking, and raises her hands into the air....makes a come hither motion....what is she doing?!? Is she actually challenging the Ice Maiden to a test of strength?!? Is she nuts?!?

Buck: "Hey, this is a smart move from the southerner! Irena has been out of action for a few weeks, what better way to see if any ring rust involves than a good ol fashioned test of strength!"

[Irena warily eyes her opponent...but does not hesitate in interlocking her hands with Ivy's, well aware of her strength superiority. Once the digits are intertwined...the 2 gorgeous women push forward, against one anothers bodies, putting every ounce of will into their hands, each attempting to outstrength the other. Groans of exertion escape both lips, as Irena finds herself facing a woman much stronger than she had originally thought. But the blond stands half a head taller, her body more chiselled and defined than that of her smaller opponent. Slowly, she starts to gain the advantage, twisting the redheads arms back, against her will. Ivy Belle grits her teeth, summons all her strength...but still finds her arms twisting, helplessly, slowly, inch by inch, into a vulnerable position. But nobody had ever accused Ivy of ignorance; the redhead was aware of the situation, and burst to life, suddenly lifting up a leg, spinning it over Irena's arm, breaking her grip on one hand. Then, spinning around, a well placed spinkick caught the Ice Maiden off guard, knocking all 6 foot 2 inches of her to the canvas with a surprised squawk.]

Buck: "See? And that's how you take it to Irena Malenakova!"

Tammy: "The Ice Maiden had her, but even I had to be impressed with Ivy's quick thinking. Irena is getting back to her feet...but a knee to the belly drives her back against the ropes! And a whip to the opposite ropes..."

Buck: "No! Its' a reversal from Irena, and instead it is Ivy that barrels forward, out of control, those ripe melons threatening to spill out of that daisy dee top at and second..."

Tammy: "Can you keep your mind on the match for just one second?!? Irena braces herself...but a flying forearm from Ivy Belle sends her right back down to the canvas!"

[Irena cries out at the solid connection, and rolls onto her front, holding her face. Ivy takes the opportunity to drop a leg across the back of Irena's head, driving her face into the canvas, and then, gripping one of Irena's sculpted legs, the fiery redhead drives a knee down, onto the back of Irena's calf. Irena cries out at the solid connection, and tries to pull her leg free from Ivy's grasp, but Ivy has a good grip on her shapely gam; the Ice Maiden can only cry out at Ivy begins to repeatedly assault the back of her leg with her knee, striking it again and again, each solid blow earning a cry from the Ice Maiden and an infuriated slap to the canvas. Not a highly technical move, no; but an effective one. For if one had to nullify a height advantage, there was no better way than to destroy the vertical base. However....there was no way to deny the blond's strength. Irena gritted her teeth, reached forward, for the ropes, hoping to latch onto them and force the referee to make a break. The bottom rope hung, just barely out of reach. With a forced scowl, Irena gripped onto the mat, and pulled both herself and Ivy forward, so that she could grab the rope.]

Tammy: "An impressive display of strength from Irena manages to break the debilitating hold! A nice attempt from Ivy to keep Irena grounded, but this girl is so strong, so capable....did you hear she could benchpress over 300 pounds?"

Buck: "Puh-lease! Maybe if the dumbbells were filled with helium! Ivy to her feet, and, with a handful of blond hair, attempts to guide the Ice Maiden to her feet....but a punch to the belly is a cause for alarm!"

Tammy: "What strength! Ivy practically folds over from the force of the punch...but she responds with a rake to the face, startling the Ice Maiden...and then Irena is pushed back to the corner!"

Buck: "And its time for a little Tomahawk shuffle!"

[Indeed, Ivy holds her taller opponent back into the corner by her throat, and a well placed backhand is driven right into Irena's bikini covered orbs, causing the blond amazon to cry out and her mammoth breasts to quiver with the motion. Irena goes to double over....Ivy shoves her back, into the corner, and another backhand has the audience vocally sympathizing with the bikini covered Ice Maiden. Ivy grabs an arm, goes to whip Irena across the ring...but there is a reversal, and instead it is Ivy that barrels forward, out of control, her red hair whipping out behind her. Spinning in mid stride, she cries out as she strikes the opposite turnbuckle back first, the force of the connection knocking her out of the corner a few steps....right into the waiting arms of the Ice Maiden, who effortlessly Belly to Belly suplexes Ivy down to the canvas.]

Tammy: "And a well timed power move has put the Ice Maiden on the offensive! But she certainly seems to be favouring her right leg....still feeling the effects of Ivy's target on the appendage..."

Buck: "Irena with a handful of hair, guiding Ivy to her feet.....the southerner responds with a slap to Irena's breasts! Take that, you over rated hack! Irena cries out, is about to be whipped into the ropes...but AGAIN Irena manages to reverse the irish whip..."

Tammy: "Ivy bounces off the ropes and comes barrelling back at the Ice Maiden, out of control........"

Buck: "SPINEBUSTER! From Irena, drives my southern belle to the canvas!"

[Indeed, the force of impact was enough to make the gorgeous redhead bounce, and Ivy flips over onto her front, holding her back, one tanned leg harmlessly kicking at the canvas. She is in pain...which is increased triplefold as soon as Irena takes up a seat on Ivy's back, as soon as the Ice Maiden interlocks her hands beneath Ivy's chin and pulls, trapping the gorgeous redhead in a Camel Clutch. Ivy moans in anguish, her upper body pulled back, her plump orbs straining against the front of her daisy dee shirt, her head twisted back to regard the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, tremendous pressure put on her already damaged back from the weightlifting amazon. The referee asks, if she wants to submit...Ivy merely grits her teeth, and shakes her head, no. Irena pulls back, even harder, earning another pained cry from Ivy's ruby painted lips...but again, she refuses to submit. It is going to take a lot more than this, to finally put Ivy Belle Armstrong away...and Irena apparently realizes this, as she releases her hold on Ivy's head, allowing the southern belle's upper body to ungracefully slump back to the canvas.]

Tammy: "Irena had the advantage, but instead chooses to relinquish the hold! You have to wonder whether that was a smart move from the Ice Maiden!"

Buck: "Well, blond's are rarely known for their mental conditioning. She probably realized, rightfully so, that there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to put away Ivy Belle with a weak move like that!"

Tammy: "Weak? Given how strong Irena is, I bet she could snap you in half with a Camel Clutch!"

Buck: "Hey, any time that she's up for it, I'm willing to deal, baby!"

[The bikini clad blond gets to her feet, and drops an elbow quickly onto the back of Ivy's head, driving her face down onto the canvas. The connection earns her a pained cry, and the southern belle flips over onto her back, holding her face, arms and legs splayed. She is completely vulnerable for a legdrop to the belly, a well placed strike to the midsection that inspires another groan to escape the redhead's ruby painted lips, and she rolls to her side, holding her belly, easy pickings for a warrior as experienced as Irena Malenakova. Emotionlessly, Irena grabs a handful of red hair and tugs, guiding the ailing southerner to her feet, and, standing behind the gorgeous redhead, Irena suddenly wraps her arms around Ivy's neck, cutting off her oxygen supply in a painful cross face chicken wing.]

Tammy: "And another well formed submission hold has Ivy Belle at the Ice Maiden's mercy! Ivy is crying out, and struggling, but you have to admire her resolve...she still shakes her head when asked if she wants to give up!"

Buck: "Hey, it takes more than a halfwit move like this to make my southern belle submit! Ivy could be in trouble...but she is close enough to the ropes to stick out a leg, hooking it over the bottom rope! Now that's ring savvy!"

Tammy: "Yes, good awareness from Ivy Belle forces the referee to break the hold. Irena agrees, and steps a few feet back, as Ivy slumps forwards, on the ropes, badly needing some time to recuperate."

Buck: "Irena walks forward...and a low blow from Ivy doubles her over!"

[Ivy Belle, though not the perfect picture of health, was still not hurt as badly as she was portraying. Though her young body was screaming for recuperation, was begging for some respite, she was still mentally cognizant, she knew where her opponent...and the referee...were at all times. So, as soon as Irena stepped up behind her....she kicked a leg back and up, slamming the back of her foot up between Irena's legs, striking the Ice Maiden in the most vulnerable of areas. The referee was oblivious, missing the entire underhanded action....all he saw was Irena cry out, see the gorgeous blond double over, saw her hands fall to her pelvic area, staring at her opponent through stunned, pain lidded eyes. But even that was short lived...as Ivy balled up her fist, and a heart punch found its target, knocking the huge amazon down to the canvas, where she lay, hands wedged between her legs, temporary paralyzed by the pain.]

Tammy: "And, yet again, another of FAWN's up and comers earns a momentum shift through some illegal tactics. Ivy in firm control....though an underhanded pussy pounder paved the way for that."

Buck: "what are you talking about? We can't help it if Irena is that clumsy, if she accidentally slips and lands on Ivy Belle's foot in an awkward position! I mean, you saw our Southern Belle, she could hardly stand! Calling her intentions dishonorable is unjust!"

Tammy (rolls her eyes): "Well, Ivy spreads Irena's legs....and drives a foot right down onto her tender pelvic area!"

Buck: "Boy, her holiest of holies sure is gettin' a workout today! Irena cries out, in agony, and rolls to her side, hands between her legs...and to the top rope Ivy Belle Armstrong goes!"

[The fans are mixed in their reaction as the southern belle mounts the top rope, as the gorgeous redhead hopped onto the turnbuckle. She was in firm control, yes...but how she had gotten there left much to be desired. And down in the center of the ring was their champion, Irena Malenakova, the very woman who claimed that FAWN profits increased triplefold simply by her being in the fledgling organization. Delusional, maybe...but nobody could deny her abilities, her strength, and her charisma. And there the gorgeous blond lay, on her back, her flawless body delightfully highlighted in her silver and black bikini. Staring at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, she no longer looked the image of strength, of durability, of intensity. She simply lay there.....and a suicide dive off of the top rope found its mark, Ivy Belle slamming her well formed body down onto the blond amazon, Irena crying out at the solid connection and just lying there, beneath the southern belle, sufficiently stunned to immobility.]

Buck: "Could this be it?!" Could this finally be the first loss for the Ice Maiden?!? Come on, Ivy!"

Tammy: "Ivy Belle hooks the leg, the referee slides into position...1....2..."

Buck: "Kickout from Irena and 2 and a half! Much to my dissapointment...did you see how slow that referee was counting?!? Methinks that Irena's spent some time on her back to assure herself of his trechery!"

Tammy: "Oh, please....Ivy Belle to her feet, she grabs a handful of hair, aiding the ailing amazon to her feet...and a whip into the ropes! Irena bounces off of them and comes barelling back at Ivy, out of control, blond hair whipping out behind her...and a flying closeline sends her right back down to the mat!"

[Irena collapses to the canvas, on her back, arms and legs splayed, staring at the ceiling through stunned, pain lidded eyes. Her crotch had already been tenderized, a focal point for Ivy Belle Armstrong's underhanded tactics...and it was about to get much worse. For, as the fans watched in rapt attention, the gorgeous redhead clawed a hand, and lowered it to the blond amazon's pelvic area, assaulting her sensitive womanhood through the thin fabric of her black bikini bottom. A helpless moan escaped Irena's ruby painted lips, as Ivy's digits expertly dug into her vital pussy, attacking her most vulnerable of areas, her bikini bottom offering no protection from the erotic assault. She lifted her head, to set eyes upon her antagonist...then it fell back to the canvas as another agonizing pulse ran through her curvateous figure, enough to make her cry out. Ivy Belle had done her homework, and was now playing Irena like a fiddle.]

Buck: "Oh, what a delightful sight, if I wouldn't know better, based upon how Irena is writhing around there, I think the Ice Maiden likes this!"

Tammy: "The southerner knows what she is doing...but a submission is not reached. The referee asks if Irena gives up...but the blond merely shakes her head and grits her teeth, lifting her upper body off the ground with her elbows!"

Buck: "Ivy Belle looks like she wants to keep Irena in place, and tightens the hold, earning a pained yelp from the blond....but Irena still manages to pull herself to a seated position! And then, slowly, she begins to stand!"

Tammy: "Ivy Belle maintaining the crotch claw, digging in for all its worth, and Irena is showing the effects, definitely...she is staring at the southerner through pain lidded eyes, her entire body trembling....gasps escaping her lips...but she digs down deep and manages to get to her feet!"

[And then, much to the crowd's delight, Irena clamps a hand around Ivy Belle's throat, trapping the smaller woman in a standing chokehold. The gorgeous redhead cries out, and, releasing her grip on the Ice Maiden's crotch, she lifts her hand to her throat, trying to free herself from Irena's grip. But the blond amazon is too strong, too powerful...and even Ivy Belle Armstrong knows what is coming next. With ease, Irena lifts Ivy up, off the ground, and drives her to the canvas in a stunning chokeslam. The southerner strikes the canvas with a pained cry, and then just lies there, arms and legs splayed, her plump breasts quivering with the impact from within the confines of her daisy dee shirt.]

Tammy: "What impact! Just when you think the Ice Maiden is down for the count, she gets right back into the swing of things with a devestating move! But she is definitely feeling the effects of the tussle with Ivy Belle!"

Buck: "Wheras a smart fighter would press the advantage, Irena looks a bit wobbly on her feet...and she falls back, only staying on her feet through the assistance of the ropes...some 'champion' of the common man she is!"

Tammy: "Well, of the two in the ring, she certainly looks the better for wear."

Buck: "Bah! Ivy Belle is just playing possum! My southern gal is just waiting for Irena to get to her feet, to wander on over, and then POW! Right in the kisser!"

[Was Buck speaking the truth? Only time would tell...for, at the moment, there is a distinct lack of immobility in the squared circle. Ivy remains on her back, arms and legs splayed, eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber, and Irena is against the ropes, head bowed, golden hair hanging in her face. Both badly need some recuperation time...and both have gotten a lucky respite. But only for a few moments...for the referee recognizes this inactivity, and begins to count, loudly and to great effect, giving either of them to the count of 10 to do something, or risk disqualification. The fans scream and stomp, cheering on their favourite in this match, and their actions appear to have some effect. For Ivy Belle stirs, rolling to her side, then struggling to one knee. The blond amazon still shows no inactivity...but raises her head, to watch the southerner as she catches her footing, as she manages to stand. Only then does Irena move from her position, does she walk to the center of the ring to meet up with the Southern Belle.]

Tammy: "A punch from Irena....met with a punch from Ivy Belle!"

Buck: "They're going shot for shot! Irena with another punch, Ivy with a retaliation.....but Irena starts to build momentum! She hits Ivy Belle once, hits her twice, hits her three times, knocking her back against the ropes!"

Tammy: "But a face rake from Ivy Belle turns the tide!"

Buck: "Take that, Irena! The Ice Maiden cries out and stumbles a few feet away, holding her eyes...Ivy Belle grabs her, goes to whip Irena into the ropes...but the blond amazon reverses the move, and it is Ivy that bounces off the opposite ropes and barrels back at Irena, out of control, her sweet breasts heaving from inside her daisy dee shirt..."

Tammy: "And a powerslam drives Ivy to the mat!"

[The southern belle cries out at the solid connection, and just lies there as Irena gets to her feet, as she turns to the crowd, as the Ice Maiden makes a cutting gesture across her throat. A rare display of theatrics from the blond...but it has its effect. For her fans start to cheer wildly, fanatically, knowing what was coming next. For Irena Malenakova always signalled before her finishing move, and played it out to great effect, letting everyone out there watching know exactly what was coming up. Then, with the crowd suitably riled up, the bikini clad amazon walked over to her fallen prey, and grabbed a handful of sweaty red hair, guiding her to her feet. But then, suddenly, motion from the southerner...she buries a knee into Irena's belly, doubling over the amazon. Then, spinning around, she hooks Irena's chin over a shoulder and falls to her knees, driving the Ice Maiden's chin down onto her shoulder.]

Buck: "A stunner! Ivy Belle hits Irena with a stunner, and the Ice Maiden goes down to the mat, hard!"

Tammy: "Ivy wastes no time, grabs both of Irena's legs and pushes them forward, going for a pin on the Ice Maiden....The referee slides into position, and begins to count. Ivy Belle lifts her legs...she's using the ropes for leverage!"

Buck: "Now that's smart!"

Tammy: "The referee doesn't see Ivy using the ropes, and Irena starts to struggle, starts to try to get out of the pinning attempt...but Ivy has the positioning! The referee's hand slaps the canvas...once....twice...three times!"

Ding Ding Ding

[Irena Malenakova manages to power out of the pinning attempt a split second too late, knocking Ivy off from her perch on the ropes, and, getting to her feet, Irena is livid. Angry. She grabs a hold of the referee and begins to yell at him, pointing at the ropes, obviously aware that Ivy Belle Armstrong managed to pin her only through external, underhanded tactics. But the referee did not see it, and he only shakes his head. Ivy Belle has gotten to her feet and has her arms raised, in triumph, the second in FAWN to defeat the Ice Maiden, and, thought the crowd reaction is mixed, Ivy Belle acts as if the entire stadium was in a state of unanimous applause. She smiles and blows kisses as the Ice Maiden exits the ring.]

Tammy: "This is a travesty...how come every week, I am using that word? Ivy Belle Armstrong hands Irena Malenakova her second FAWN loss...but the manner of the loss is just downright disheartening!"

Buck: "Hey, a loss is a loss, baby!"

Tammy: "This match should be overthrown. Only through using the ropes for leverage did the southern belle manage to keep Irena down for the 3 count. If this match is not overthrown, there should at least be a rematch."

Buck: "Why would Ivy Belle possibly want to fight Irena again? She's already beaten her once! Yesterday's news!"

Tammy: "*sighs* Ladies and Gents, we will be right back with our feature match......Chrissy Daniel defending her title against the number one contender, Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth!"

[Fade to a highlight reel, showcasing the abilities of the 2 women involved in the championship match, all cleverly montaged over the latest guitar splitting single by Puddle of Mudd.]