The crowd refuses to come down from its high, the wanton violence and sexual titillation of Chrissy and Missy, Shannen and Cathy, putting them at a fever pitch. As Christina Aguilera's "Can't Hold Us Down" begins to pump over the arena sound system, LaKeisha Bates makes her entrance at the top of the ramp. Ft. Worth's Nubian Princess stands there for a moment, legs slighted parted, hands indignantly on her hips as she disapprovingly views the crowd. She is a golden brown vision in baby blue, a mesh bikini top barely covering her bosom and matching thong bikini bottoms exhibiting the entirety of her long, shapely legs and exquisite glutes, the ensemble finished with matching boots.

As she approaches the ring, her walk is more of a sashay down a Paris runway. Climbing onto the apron, Bates slips one leg inside the ring, then, with one leg on either side of the ropes, LaKeisha bends at the waist, and with one exquisitely slow and smooth motion slides her torso into the ring. She allows one extremely fortunate portion of the crowd a breathtaking view of the weapon she planned to use to send this little blow-up doll down to defeat. If this silicone-injected slut thought she could come into LaKeisha's house and upstage her, she was in for some serious disappointment AND an introduction to the baddest booty on the planet.

A HUGE T&A pop resounds through the crowd as "Milkshake" by Kelis begins to play and Holly Hotbody steps from behind the curtains. Holly wears a red, satin, bra top, barely containing her ample cleavage, and red, low-cut, high-rise, satin, boy-cut shorts. On the back of the shorts are written the words "Caution: Extremely Hot". She completes the look with red, vinyl, knee-length, platform boots. Her auburn hair falls straight down her back. She surveys the crowd with a grin before sauntering to ringside.

Along the way, she slaps hands with the fans. She gingerly walks up the ringside steps before making a show of seductively entering the ring through the top and middle ropes, the crowd catcalling and whistling. With her hands on her hips, Holly blows a kiss to the fans, awaiting the start of the match.

But before the bell can officially begin the festivities, a steaming LaKeisha rushes the bombshell with a wild look of hostility, her first singles loss, acquired in her previous match, obviously not having sat well.

As she reaches a somewhat startled and backpedaling Holly, Bates� look of anger is quickly turned into one of surprise, Holly grabbing a wrist and using LaKeisha�s momentum against her with a Mexican arm drag takedown, the golden-brown beauty skidding to a stop on her flank.

DING. DING. DING.

Immediately, she pops to her feet and makes another charge only to see the process re[peat itself, Holly using her agility and know-how to send Bates tumbling away again. LaKeisha pushes to her feet a bit more slowly this time, but like a batter up to plate, she knows it only takes one, and she sets off again in a ferocious rampage. Holly accepts her effort once more, flipping the Nubian beauty to the canvas with a twist, turn, and throw. LaKeisha hits the mat hard, her back arching as she reaches for the base of her spine. She sinks back to the mat, as winded as she is bruised.
But there will be no respite for LaKeisha, as Holly is quickly back to work, yanking Bates to her feet with a tug of her long, golden waves. Grabbing a panting LK by the arm, Holly sends her for the ride with an Irish whip. Bates� boots pat against the mat, going and coming, the black beauty out of control until, that is, she meets an awaiting Holly, the erstwhile exotic dancer leaping into the air and mounting LaKeisha�s face like a mid-stage pole. Holly�s thighs tighten around LK�s head and she flips back in a perfect hurricarana, Bates accelerating through her own personal spin cycle, the Nubian knock-out slamming the canvas hard and skidding to a stop in a seated position on her infamous butt cheeks. LaKeisha�s head wobbles for a moment, her dark eyes spinning like cherries on a slot machine before she timbers to her side.

Holly leaps to her feet, her considerable cleavage coming to rest a split second after the rest of her body. She sashays to LaKeisha amid raucous cheers and not a few libidinous hoots. She rolls LaKeisha off her side and onto her chest with a nudge of a knee-high platform. Hotbody reaches down and collects both of LaKeisha�s arms in her grip, pulling them up harshly, eliciting a pearly grimace that only grows larger when the auburn-haired bombshell stomps the small of the Nubian�s back. Grinding the fashionable footwear into the bronze back and tugging her arms back, Holly secures a ride aboard her surfboard, LaKeisha unable to contain a yelp as Holly continues to ratchet up the pressure. Holly, overcome by her dominant position, can�t help but rub a little nose.

"Oh, honey. Give it up!� she says, pushing and pulling harder still, �you can't handle the FAWN sex sensation!"

The ref drops down to one knee in front of LaKeisha and asks her for the submission, but Bates only shakes her head violently and offers up some saliva into his face as an exclamation point.

�No?� Hotbody asks.

Holly tugs again, LaKeisha�s arms appearing as they might be removed from their shoulder sockets.

�Uhhh,� LK mewls, but shakes her head, if less emphatically.

�Well, OK.�

Holly releases her hold, but adds a final kick to the ribs that curls the Nubian beauty into a ball, waves of pain emanating from multiple points on her tortured frame.

To say that Holly had an interest in LaKeisha�s pain would be half-right, but the regard was in no way a sympathetic one, easily recognizable in the way she pulls LK out of her protective cocoon and hauls her brusquely to her feet.

�Let�s see what I can do with you,� Holly says, grabbing LaKeisha�s wrist and forearm and cocking her body for a toss. But as Holly heaves, Bates holds on, the duo doing a do-si-do, and it is the ex-exotic dancer who careens across the canvas, her back blasting into the buckles with considerable force.

Holly reacts with a grimace, her hazel eyes clenching, but they burst wide with the sight of LaKeisha barreling down on her. LK dips her upper body to deliver a shoulderblock to Holly�s midsection, but the best-laid plans of the Nubian beauty are once again thwarted by Holly�s quick moves. Hotbody leaps to the top buckle and lets LaKeisha pass beneath, Bates� shoulder finding not the yielding tummy of her foe, but instead the steel ringpost. Bates wails in agony as she pulls herself out from between the buckles, turning to the middle of the ring, cradling her damaged wing.

Suddenly, her weight becomes twofold, tawny thighs compressing around her neck from behind, a pair of red platform boots crossing her barely-covered bosom.

�Bitch!� she screams, stumbling out of the corner with a passenger aboard her shoulders, reaching up with what passed for her good arm. Holly, having two, steadies LaKeisha�s head, her left hand burying in a shock of golden hair, and pounds the opposite cheek with her right, her digits balled into a fist. The crowd picks up the count at three and readies themselves for ten mighty swats, but Holly calls it at seven, afraid LaKeisha will tumble out of control. Instead, Holly controls her descent, dropping in front of LaKeisha and tying her up with a victory roll, the golden-brown body immediately squirming desperately for release.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Holly slaps the mat in disappointment, her inaugural win averted by less than a second. No matter. This LaKeisha had turned out to be just about what she thought. No great shakes, rump or otherwise.

On her knees, the auburn-haired beauty in red reaches over to a rocking LaKeisha to collect her prize again, but Bates� hand flashes to her face, the Nubian beauty�s ruby-tipped fingers raking Holly�s face. Hotbody squeaks in pain, momentarily blinded to her surroundings and that moment is all it takes for LaKeisha to take advantage.

Opening her legs wide, LaKeisha pulls an off-balance Holly within, her thighs collapsing around Holly�s satin-encased rack like a croc looking for a meal. Shimmying Holly�s body up as far as it would go, LaKeisha pours on the pressure, the crushing power of her thighs and renowned booty coming into play with pneumatic force. Holly pries at the legs with no effect, slapping at them doing little more. Meanwhile, Hotbody�s teeth grit and her eyes clench as her tits are packed tightly against her breastbone. What soft, malleable tissue that can escape lurches upward, LK�s legs providing Holly an anguishing WonderBra effect.

LaKeisha shakes some cobwebs and sends another bolt of power down her satiny thighs bringing a distressed squeak from Holly. She�d felt scissors plenty of times before, but this was among the best�or the worst.

�I�m gonna pancake that silicone, baby� LaKeisha hisses. �Gonna burst those balloons.�

LK�s locked ankles twist as she wrings the last bit of compressing goodness from her scissors, Holly�s hands flying away from their useless endeavor and into her long auburn locks. She grasps the strands with a wail, but defiantly shakes her head when the ref asks if she�s had enough.

�You must have had silicone injected into that empty head,� Bates chides. �I can do plenty worse that this. I don�t take kindly to bubbleheaded porn stars gone legit receiving a push just cause the Man don't want to deal with me wearing the bling and packing the show with my peeps.�

LK gives one final vice-like squeeze and releases.

In command for the first time, she is eager to convert her ascendance into dominance. Holly�s bra clings loosely to the underside of her breasts, her aureoles poking over the fabric like a sunrise.

�First, I take something from you.�

LaKeisha rips the red stain free, lifting Holly�s arms up in the process, showing the delighted fans Holly�s succulent, tawny globes. She tosses the garment to the front rows, causing a melee.

�Then,� she continues, lifting Holly to her feet. �I give you something.�

Bates dips her body into Holly�s. Showing incredible strength, she sends Holly aloft in what starts as a suplex, but halts midway, LK keeping Holly�s body extended at 12 o�clock high before dropping her like deadweight to the mat in a brainbuster. The crowd �ooohs� as Holly�s head and neck take a particularly nasty looking impact. Her luscious, topless form unfolding into a spreadeagle after a full-body spasm.

LaKeisha kneels next to her, grinning into the vacant hazel pools. She leans over, touching noses with her adversary.

�I�ve got just the thing to revive you, bimbo, but it�s gonna revive you right out of the match.�

LaKeisha runs an index finger down Holly�s body, taking a couple figure-8s around, up, and down Hotbody�s hillocks, summoning a curled lip and a coo from the slowly rustling auburn-haired lovely. Reaching the low-riding waistband of Holly�s boy-cut trunks, Bates slips her hand beneath, Holly�s body reacting as if it had been hit with a cold breeze, shivering for a moment then going bolt straight as LK digs her nails into the sweetmeat.

Holly sends much of the crowd likewise with an ear-shattering scream as LK continues to work her five-fingered magic, clawing away at the busty beauty�s sex. Reflexively, Holly rises to a seated position scratching at the Nubian�s arm until a pointed shoulder puts her back down to the deck.

�STOP. STAHHHP,� Holly wails.

�Just think of it as more plastic surgery, bitch,� LaKeisha spits, as she sinks her digits deep into the tender tissue.

Out of instinct and fighting through the pain to do so, Holly lifts a knee that nearly knocks the side-saddling LK off her base.

�I was going to get to those,� LaKeisha notes angrily, blocking the next effort and catching Holly�s leg in the crook of her elbow, �but if you want it now. You get it.�

Releasing her crotch claw, LaKeisha stands, with Holly�s right leg still in tow. Twisting and turning around the extended gam, she lowers herself to the canvas and locks the already harried Holly into a Figure-4 leg scissors. The ex-stripper bites her lip, her hand hovering over the canvas. Now, both her crotch and one of the legs stretching from it, radiate pain of immense proportion.

�Give it up,� LaKeisha shouts and the ref asks if she will.

But Holly�s hand does not fall in a staccato rhythm to the canvas. Instead, a shift of her hips sideways, brings the outstretched digits within reach of the bottom rope, which Holly grasps with enthusiasm.

�Break it. BREAK IT,� she shouts to the ref, but LK takes the demand in a different way, using her last four seconds with the hold in an attempt to shatter Holly�s stem.

At 4 and a half, LaKeisha disengages and pushes to her feet, beckoning the crowd to view what she�s done to The Man�s whore. She slaps her well-developed kiester as she circles back to Holly, now on her feet, if limping; the ropes helping her retain her balance.

Closing to within a few feet, LaKeisha springs at Holly, but even hurting, Hotbody maintains her ring awareness, dipping at precisely the right moment, catching Bates arm in arm, and flipping her over the ropes. LaKeisha tumbles over the top cable, clips the apron on the outside, and hits the cement, cushioning some of the impact with hands and feet, but the meaty slap of thigh on concrete resounds.

Inside the ring, Holly massages both knee and, less obtrusively, her crotch, though she tries to play it off as inner thigh. Outside, the count is on for the Nubian beauty, the ref is to four as she pushes to her feet, staring up at the zebra and Holly by his side.

�Back her away,� LaKeisha shouts, motioning the ref to escort Holly to the far side with a wild swing of her arms, but he only continues to count, and by seven, LaKeisha is forced to mount the apron, her hands clasping the top rope. Holly, with a devilish gleam in her eye, pushes the ref aside and grabs the rope next to LaKeisha. Hotbody violently yanks the cable toward her, flipping the startled LK into the ring, heels over head, her back slamming against the canvas with an enormous thud.

The FAWN rookie, still limping slightly, ignores her pain, and is upon LaKeisha in an instant. She shuffles Bates to her feet and sends her barreling into the far buckles where she slumps into the corner, the pounding taking its toll. With a little hitch in her giddy-up, Holly backs to the opposite corner and vaults forward, showcasing her dexterity. At the end of the astonishing tumbling run, she lands a solid handspring elbow that has the Ft. Worth native glassy-eyed, LK stumbling out of the corner a few steps and swinging blindly, Holly�s speed clearly putting her in a state of confusion.

Turning back to the corner, she is hit with another mind and body bender. Holly, having climbed to the top buckle, launches into an unprepared Bates, her crotch smashing into LaKeisha�s beautiful, bewildered face. Spinning her like a tornado with the flying head scissors, Holly sends LK away in a full somersault, half-gainer, with a twist, headfirst into the mat, the Russian judge giving her a 5.9.

Hotbody does a little celebratory bump-and-grind made all the more mesmerizing by her bare, bouncing bosom. Behind her come stubborn words from a prideful woman, though their slurred delivery bares more impact for Holly.

�You�re gonna havta do a lot better than that,� LaKeisha says, pushing drunkenly from one knee to unsteady feet.

The erstwhile exotic dancer quickly obliges, snatching an already drooping LK, pulling her close, her glistening breasts scrubbing LaKeisha�s forehead and then driving her head into the canvas like a lawn dart with a double-arm DDT. Holly rolls away from the devastation, bouncing to the balls of her feet, Bates still planted as she had met the mat, the Rumpshaker�s tush raised slightly in the air, her lovely face in a collecting pool of sweat on the canvas.

Holly stands above LaKeisha, straddling either set of ribs. She bumps and grinds over the downed beauty like their were several cash cows in the audience ready to give her a healthy tip for her most enticing dance.

�You may have the world�s biggest ass,� Holly says, �but I�ve got the most beautiful.�

Finally, she rolls a seemingly comatose LaKeisha to her back, drops next to her, and hooks a leg.

ONE

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KICKOUT

Holly is incredulous. She stares at the ref who holds up two fingers, a look of surprise in his face, as well. LaKeisha rolls to her side then up to one knee, zombie-like.

�That�s not good enough,� she mumbles, barely discernible. �I�m LaKeisha Bates.�

Holly watches in wonder and some admiration as Bates makes her feet, swaying like a reed in the wind. But the moment is gone with a boot to the midsection that nearly floors LK on its own. However, Holly catches her and hits the Hot Spot, her stunner finisher, and finish LaKeisha it does, the golden-brown beauty unconscious and spreadeagled, face and chest to the mat, a small line of spittle dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and onto the canvas.

The FAWN rookie dispenses with the formality, pushing LaKeisha to her back and hooking a leg tight to the glowing golden-brown skin of her midriff.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Not a twitch emanates from the fallen Nubian warrior and Holly vaults to her feet victorious in her first foray into the world of FAWN, and against a major name at that. The PA chimes in quickly behind.

�YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH�HOLLLLY HAWWWTBAWWWDY.

Holly mounts the second turnbuckle and performs a sexy shimmy, running her hands seductively across her body, a little playful stroke of her nipples included, as the crowd cheers raucously. She winks and blows the fans a kiss before taking her leave, sauntering to the back as the ref tries to revive the first of what would be many victims of being placed in the Hot Spot.