[We are at the FAWN arena, a large stadium located in the heart of the city. It was home to many sporting events...but the populariy of the womens wrestling organization was on the constant rise, so it was for hosting the FAWN show that the staidum was best known for. For this was the venue for the weekly house shows, where talented women competed against one another in combat, each event selling out in record numbers, and tonight was no different. The fans were on their feet, screaming their appreciation for the matches thus far and eagerly anticipating the main event, waving their homemade signs in vain efforts to secure a moment of glory infront of the FAWN cameras. Some of the more apparent signs read 'MAKE A MONKEY OUT OF MUNCIE!', 'RUB SOME HOTBODY ALL OVER ME!', and, 'LONDON RULZ!'. The cameras finally stop surveying the crowd, and focus on the announcers table at ringside.]

Tammy DeVille: "And we are back just in time, ladies and gents, for the main event. And what a doozy it's going to be! For the first time infront of FAWN cameras, we will be setting eyes on a Dog Collar Match!"

Buck Ansome: "Bring on the whips and chains and black leather, baby! This has to be the best idea that FAWN has had in a loong loong time! And finally, Ivy Belle gets the chance to pay Sophie Mitchell back for costing her the number one contender's shot at the champion!"

Tammy: "One has to wonder why Sophie agreed to this type of match...but one only has to look back a couple of weeks, and remember the lights going out during one of Sophies matches...and, bare seconds later, there she was, down and out in the center of the ring, and covered by a rather ominous flag..."

Buck: "Bah! Anyone could have laid the confederate flag on Sophie there....but you forgot the most important part! Sophie Mitchell, as bare as she was on the day of her birth...oh, how I will remember that sweet image for the rest of my life..."

Tammy: "You and me both, me buck o. But tonight, Sophie will finally get some retribution for that underhanded assault !"

Buck: "As if! Without her sister around, Sophie couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag!"

[The arena lights dim as t.A.T.u's rendition of "How Soon is Now?" begins to blast over the PA system. Within seconds, Sophie Mitchell emerges at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched to the cheers of the fans. She is dressed for action, in her forest green one piece; scooped back, cut high on the hips, her taut midriff revealed by a cutout in the lycra. Across her shoulder, her FAWN tag team title lies draped. She is alone, sister Cynthia nowhere to be seen as she makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with as many of the fans at ringside as she can, a bounce in her step.]

Buck: "She certainly looks unpeturbed, despite the fact that everyone and their mother got to set eyes upon her unclothed form but a few weeks ago...and, with a litle bit of luck, we'll be setting eyes upon it again!"

Tammy: "Do you ever think of something OTHER than nudity?"

Buck: "Certainly! Spanking, Squeezing, Teasing....I'm a multi-tasking machine!"

[Reaching the ring, Sophie climbs onto the apron and slips through the ropes, a bright smile on her face as she turns to face each portion of the crowd, basking in their support and adoration. But her celebration is shortlived...for .38 Special's "Wild Eyed Southern Boys" blasts over the PA system, Ivy Belle Armstrong tears open the curtains at the top of the ramp, and with a wicked smile, saunters down to the ring with plenty of swivel in her hips. She acknowledges a pair of mulletheaded, wifebeater-wearing Sons of the South with a wink and a pucker, closing ranks with them, giving them hope for just a moment that they might actually touch her and make their year. But before their dream can come true, she pulls up short, wiggle-waggles in a honky-tonk version of a pirouette, and moves on to torture the next set of bumpkins. And she�s perfectly attired for the task, in denim cutoffs, so short and so tight, they�d make Daisy Dukes look positively Victorian. Her pink and white checkered halter is tied off just below her bountiful bosom, plenty of tight, ivory midriff between her curvaceous checkerboard and the low-riding Levi�s. ]

Tammy: "And here comes our antagonist! Nobody really knows the circumstances sourrounding the signing of this rather...unique...match, but rumour has it that Ivy Belle is the one who convinced Sophie into it..."

Buck: "More like manipulated! I mean, the older Mitchell sister is hardly known for being a mental fullweight...I've heard that it takes her a full hour just to cook minute rice!"

Tammy: "Well, either way, the match has been signed, and you would think that Ivy would be the one with the distinct advantage here."

Buck: "Ivy Belle would have the advantage here no matter what the circumstances. The only way that halfwit Sophie Mitchell can win a match is with her equally pathetic younger sister, and it looks as if Cynthia has been properly banned from ringside here!"

[As Ivy Belle ascends the ring steps, a handkerchief with a Confederate flag design flutters from the confines of a miniscule back pocket. Stepping through the ropes, she gives the crowd a thrill with an ass that brings new meaning to �The Solid South�. In the ring, Ivy pulls out the kerchief, dabs imaginary sweat from her forehead and bounteous cleavage before throwing it out to the crowd. Only then does she turn around, and focus on her prey, who has been watching the show from her own corner, arms splayed to either side of the turnbuckle, waiting for the theatrics to end so that the real show can begin. The referee motions both to the center of the ring....and, producing a pair of dog collars, he begins to explain the rules of the match.]

Tammy: "And just to let the audience in on the match....both women will put on the dog collars, which are attached to one another by a length of 10 foot rope. Essentially binding the two of them together..."

Buck: "Just so that that cheater Sophie Mitchell can't run away like she always does!"

Tammy: "...and the winner of the match is the person who manages to touch all 4 turnbuckles, in succession, without being stopped by her opponent. Essentially, the job is to incapacitate your opponent, so that she can't stop you from touching the corners."

Buck: "And using the rope in this match is nice and legal, isn't it, dahling?"

Tammy: "It sure is, me bucko, it sure is!"

Ding Ding Ding

[The dog collars have been secured around both women's necks, Sophie hesitantly touching the device, looking more than a little unsure now that the match has taken shape, now that it is more than but an idea floating around in the back of her young mind. The referee steps back...and then Ivy Belle is moving forward, looking to trap Sophie in her grasp, to catch the older Mitchell sister off guard and assure herself an early advantage. The two women lock up...and then struggle, neither gaining the clear advantage, of equal height and weight to one another. Then, with a flick of her body, Ivy Belle has hip tossed the blond down to the canvas. Sophie, a bit peturbed, hops back to her feet, and again the 2 gorgeous vixens lock up. And again, Ivy scoops up the older Mitchell sister, and bodyslams her. Sophie cries out upon impact, but again gets to her feet, fire burning in her eyes, displeased at being the victim twice now. She lunges towards the southern belle...who reaches out, and rakes across the blond's eyes.]

Buck: "Take that, Sophie! The blond cries out and stumbles a few feet away, holding her eyes....Ivy grabs the rope that attaches them to one another, and pulls on it, causing Sophie to spin around and stumble back towards the redhead...."

Tammy: "A kick to the belly...and a stunner takes the blond down to the canvas!"

Buck: "Did you see how the Southern Belle used the rope to best advantage there? Now THAT takes talent! The blond rolls to one side head bowed, hands to her throat, and Ivy moves behind her..."

Tammy: "And Ivy wraps the rope around Sophie's throat, choking the older Mitchell sister with it!"

[Sophie cries out as she is deprived of valuble oxygen, and grabs the rope, attempting to pull it free from her neck, the pain written all over her delicate features. Ivy Belle merely smiles, and pulls back as hard as she can, hoping for early success and a quick end to the match. But she forgot about one thing...it may have been legal to use the rope, but choking was illegal, no matter what the circumstances. The referee moved in, and began to count loudly, giving the redhead a 5 count before risking disqualification, and only a few seconds before 5 did the Southern Belle stop the assault. She moved towards the referee and waggled a finger at him, disapproving of his interference, as Sophie fell on her side to the mat, holding her throat and coughing.]

Buck: "And so far, Sophie has had all the skill and intestinal fortitude of a field mouse. Exactly as I had expected from her...take her away from her sister, and she's less than half of the equation!"

Tammy: "Well, Ivy should spend less time chastizing the referee, and more time focusing on Sophie...even now she allows the older sister some breathing room...Ivy walks over.....and Sophie grabs the front of her daisy dukes! Sophie pulls Ivy forward, towards her, and trips her...faceplant right onto the nearby turnbuckle!"

Buck: "No Fair! Referee, get in there, stop this foul play!"

Tammy: "Ivy cries out upon impact, and stumbles back towards Sophie, who kicks her in the belly, shoves her head under an arm.....and a DDT sends Ivy right down to the mat!"

[Ivy cries out upon impact, and just lies there, arms and legs splayed, on her front, the back of her barely legal daisy dukes having slid up into her asscrack, exposing a generous amount of pale flesh. Sophie is still feeling the effects of what the redhead previously did to her...but she knew when she had to move, and knew that now was the time to do it. Crossing Ivy's legs and bending them at the knee, Sophie sat on her feet,pinning them to her jean short covered butt, and, reaching beneath her chin, the blond pulled up as hard as she could, putting tremendous pressure on the redhead's back and legs in this modified chin stretch. Ivy moaned, forced to stare up at the ceiling through pain lidded eyes, her nubile figure forced to bend beyond the breaking point.]

Buck: "A modified chin stretch is taking it to my beauty...but again Sophie proves her stupidity! This is a dog collar match....you can't win by making your opponent submit!"

Tammy: "But you can win by putting your opponent out of commision...and that's whats gonna happen to the Southern Belle if she remains trapped in this hold for much longer! Drain her of all her strength, do the damage however possible...and little miss Ivy Belle will not have the opportunity to stop her from tapping all 4 corners!"

Buck: "As if this hold could do that to Ivy..."

Tammy: "Judging from the moans and groans escaping her lips, me bucko, I think that's exactly what she's doing! Ivy needs to find a way to break this hold, and fast!"

[She is in the middle of the ring, lacking the momentum and reach to gain the ropes...but another plan formulates. For lying beside her is part of the rope that binds the 2 beauties together, and, with a flick of the wrist, the coil is in her hand. Ivy Belle lifts up, smashing the coiled rope into Sophie's face, quickly enough to stun the blond and inspire a cry from her ruby painted lips. A second smack of the rope, and then Sophie is off of the redhead, allowing Ivy's legs to slump ungracefully down to the mat. Freedom, merciful freedom! Ivy struggles to a standing position, hoping to press the advantage...but the wear and tear of the chin stretch has made her ineffective. Sophie is to her feet first....and a kick to the belly has the redhead doubled over. A head shoved between her shapely legs, her arms wrapped about Ivy's belly, an easy lift....and Ivy Belle is powerbombed down to the canvas, the impact enough to cause the Southern Belle to cry out and arc her back, her plump breasts quivering from within the confines of her shirt, and, rolling onto her front, she remains there, in pain, one leg harmlessly kicking at the canvas.]

Tammy: "An impressive display of strength from Sophie Mitchell! And with Ivy Belle down in the center of the ring, Sophie knows exactly what she has to do! She raises her hands to the audience, who cheer wildly for her...and then she is off to the first turnbuckle!"

Buck: "No! Come on, Ivy Belle, get up, how can you let this wannabe get the better of you?!?"

Tammy: "Sophie has hit the first turnbuckle, and is moving quickly towards the second...Ivy is still face down in the center of the ring, not moving, not doing a thing, this could be it! The second turnbuckle is hit, and then it is off to the third!"

Buck: "She gets to that one, is only 10 feet away from her final target, moves towards it......but....but she is tripped! Ivy Belle has tripped her down to the mat!"

[The Southern Belle was hurting, no doubt about it, but she was perfectly aware of her sourroundings, well aware of what Sophie was doing. But the element of surprise always led to success, and so she had remained on her front, feigning unconciousness, until the blond had been but a few feet away. Then, like a snake she struck, clenching a fist around Sophie's ankle, catching the older Mitchell sister unawares and sending her tumbling to the mat with a surprised cry. The blond's head hit the mat with authority, strong enough to temporarily stun her, and it was only with hurculean effort did she force herself to move, did she force her shapely legs to piston and gain purchase.]

Tammy: "Both of these gladiators stand, all the worse for wear from the battle thus far.....Ivy with a punch to Sophie's face! Followed up with a backhand from the older Mitchell sister!"

Buck: "They share a series of lefts and rights...but then Ivy has the advantage! The closed fists send Sophie back into a corner...where Ivy changes tactics, and a tomahawk chop to Sophie's breasts has the blond crying out, in agony!"

Tammy: "Sophie doubles over and tries to get out of the corner....putting a hand under her chin, Ivy forces her back against the turnbuckle...and a second knife's edge chop finds its mark!"

Buck: "Look at those babies jiggle! Sophie is in trouble here, let me tell you....Ivy wastes no time in shoving her head under an arm, dashing forward...running bulldog drives Sophie's face down onto the unforgiving canvas!"

[Sophie cries out upon impact, and just lies there, on her front, arms and legs splayed, the back of her one piece swimsuit having slid up into her asscrack, revealing a pleasing eyeful of tender flesh. And even Ivy seems pleased at its exposure...for, with a wicked smile, she grips the rawhide rope that attaches the two women to one another, and coils it. Sophie can only cry out as Ivy smacks the rope down onto her exposed bottom, striking tender flesh with the rough rope. And then, Ivy repeats the process, over and over again, spanking the gorgeous blond's uncovered ass with reckless abandon, mocking her inability to defend herself. Sophie cries out at each connection, and is quick to pedal her way over to the ropes, as fast as she can, finally gripping the bottom rope and pulling up against it, stopping the underhanded assault.]

Tammy: "I am well aware that anything done with the rope has been deemed legal, but I am very much wondering if our dear southern belle is taking it too far. Spanking has no place in the squared circle!"

Buck: "Hey, I loved it! Sophie gets a much deserved punishment for interfering in Ivy Belle's match last week! I bet she won't be able to sit down for a month...and I tell you, if looks could kill, Ivy would be a smoldering pile of ash right bout now!"

Tammy: "Ivy lets go of the rope, and grabs a handful of blond hair, meaning to guide Sophie to her feet...but the older Mitchell sister reacts, and buries a fist in the redheads belly, doubling her over!"

Buck: "Sophie shoves a head under her arm, hops up to the second rope, spins around...springboard bulldog!"

[Ivy cries out as her face painfully connects with the mat, and hops back to her feet, stumbling a few feet away, holding her face. She was aware of nothing but the pain, and paid no attention as Sophie casually stood, hands clasped to her butt, seeking to massage the tender flesh and remove some of the sting of the painful assault. She glared at Ivy Belle as she walked about, hands to her face...and then, finally, the redhead stumbled too close. Sophie buried a foot into her belly, causing the Southern Belle to double over, and, moments later, Ivy's head was shoved between her legs, so that she was bent at the waist, the back of her daisy duke shorts lipping out to expose a generous amount of frilly undergarment. Then, the arms were hooked, and Sophie had dropped to the canvas, driving Ivy's face down to the canvas for a second time.]

Tammy: "And a Pedigree must have the Southern Belle seeing stars!"

Buck: "No! Ivy has looked simply off her game here tonight, Tammy, Sophie has had the advantage much too often for my liking! It must be the stipulation, let me tell you! That rope that attaches these 2 women together is impeding Ivy Belle's ability! Ref! Get in there and fix that!"

Tammy: "Both are at a disadvantage because of the rope, me bucko! Neither can perform their usual high flying arrays, and are forced to remain in close quarters with one another!"

Buck: "Bah! Sophie gets to her feet, and stares out to the audience, who are cheering for her, telling her to go for the four corners and win the match with Ivy pretty much incapacitated...but what is she doing?"

[Indeed, the blond remembers just a few short minutes ago, when she thought her opponent over and done with, down and out in the center of the ring, much as she was now. Sophie remembered victory being so close, and then ripped from her, due to the craftiness of her opponent. She was not going to allow that to happen, for a second time. Ivy Belle may look as if she was right out of it, dead to the world...but logic dictated that she was far from it. So, gripping a handful of red hair, Sophie tugged, guiding the gorgeous Belle to her feet. Ivy stood slowly, struggling to gain purchase, her legs like jello, hardly allowing her to put any weight on them. But she stood, forced to her feet by the older Mitchell sister...but then, suddenly, she struck She balled her fist, tightly, and forced forward, putting forth all the training that she had ever learned into this one blow. It was the heartpunch, and it found its mark. Sophie could not defend her young body from the closed fist, and could only watch as the blow moved forward, as it impacted against her nubile chest and struck gold.]

Tammy: "The heartpunch! Sophie most definitely did not see that one coming....and, crying out upon impact, she slumps forward, down the mat, hands falling to her chest, and she just lies there, one leg harmlessly kicking at the mat!"

Buck: "I don't think anyone saw that coming! Ivy Belle is in a world of hurt right now....instead of capitalizing, she falls to one knee, head bowed....come on, Ivy, finish her off!"

Tammy: "Neither woman is really moving, both feeling the effects of the battle thus far....but Ivy Belle suddenly lifts her head, and slides forward, onto her butt, wrapping her legs around Sophie's head...."

Buck: "Its the Southern Charm! Sophie is all but done for here!"

[Indeed, the gorgeous blond cries out as her head is trapped in the powerful vice, and she tries to pull free, lifting her lower body off the ground, bent at the waist, the back of her one piece bathing suit having slid between her cheeks, fully exposing the entirety of her smooth, pear shaped posterior. She gasps and groans, attempting to pull free, but Ivy Belle has the move firmly locked in....Sophie cannot escape. Even worse, Sophie's face is tightly pressed to Ivy's denim covered crotch, the fabric cutting off her valuble oxygen supply, each rough intake of air forcing her to breath that which lay beneath the daisy dukes. Ivy reclines there, as if on a beach instead of a wrestling ring, slowly watching Sophie's struggles lesson, watch her young body slump forward to the canvas. The blond raises her arm, slowly, as if ready to tap, ready to submit, but Ivy does not allow this....with a cruel grin, she grips both of Sophie's arms, preventing her submission. The older Mitchell sister soon just lies there, helpless and hopeless, unmoving, head trapped beneath Ivy's thighs and tight to the redheads crotch.]

Tammy: "Not the most....ethical of moves, but it certainly is effective. Sophie looks like she is in dreamland, all Ivy Belle has to do now is get to all 4 corners!"

Buck: "I do believe that Ivy enjoyed that almost as much as I did.....almost regretably, the Southern Belle gets to her feet, and grabs the rope attaching the 2 beauties together...and pulls Sophie over to the first turnbuckle!"

Tammy: "Hey, there's no need for that!"

Buck: "Sophie deserves everything she gets here and more. Imagine, signing onto a dog collar match with Ivy Belle Armstrong! The nerve!"

[Indeed, the gorgeous blond is unconcious, and she makes not a sound as her nubile body is ungracefully pulled to one corner, which Ivy Belle calmly taps. Then to the second turnbuckle, Sophie flipping end over end as she is meanly tugged along, as if but a slab of meat instead of one half of the FAWN tag team champions. The second turnbuckle is tapped.....then off to the third, the blond pulled face down to the corner, the friction existing between her own body and the ring enough to inspire a confused moan, as if awaking from peaceful slumber. But she is too weak, too disoriented, to prevent the third turnbuckle from being touched, and she offers no resistance as she is brought to the fourth and final corner, where Ivy Belle completes the circuit.]

Ding ding Ding

Tammy: "A hard fought victory for the Alabama Slammer."

Buck: "And to the victor goes the spoils! Sophie is only starting to wake up, and offers no resistance as she is flipped over onto her back, and, gripping the front of her 1 piece bathing suit, Ivy pulls the garment down, off of the blond's shoulders, exposing the Mitchell's chest! Oh sweet mother and mary, I told you there was a reason why Ivy was one of my favourite wrestlers!!!"

Tammy: "There is no need for this...Sophie is helpless here, she can't do a thing!"

Buck: "Exactly the point, my poor deprived co-announcer, exactly the point!"

[Sophie's breasts are round and plump, pale and perfect, and quiver with the motion of the bathing suit being pulled down her nubile figure, until it huddled about her pelvic area, barely keeping her sex hidden from view. With a wink and a smile for her adoring fans, Ivy Belle seats herself next to Sophie's figure, and slides a hand along the blond's orbs, inciting a surprised gasp from Sophie's lips. But then, suddenly, a stir from the dressing room area...and the crowd cheers as Sophie's sister, Cynthia Mitchell, bursts from the back and barrels down towards the ring, a tightly wound bundle of anger and rage at seeing what Ivy Belle has begun to do to her sister.]

Buck: "Hey, referee, get in there, Cynthia Mitchell isn't allowed to be at ringside!"

Tammy: "The brunette slides into the ring, and meets Ivy in the center, where the 2 exchange a barrage of rights and lefts...but Cynthia suddenly gets the upper hand, knocking the ailing redhead back, against the ropes with a series of enraged fists....but wait...whats this?"

Buck: "Someone...someone's coming from under the ring!"

Tammy: "It...It's Miriam Gaimen! Whats she doing here?!?"

[The leather clad redhead is greeted from the crowd with a rowdy series of boo's and jeers, but the enigma pays them no attention as she slides into the ring, a steel chair in hand. Cynthia is still working over Ivy Belle, and is caught completely unawares as she is struck in the head by the chair. The younger sister crumples to the canvas; and now the 2 antagonists have their choice of Mitchell flesh to play with. But Miriam's target is not the youngster....fortune favours the brunette as she is ignored, as it is instead the half naked Sophie Mitchell that is picked up, that is deposited over a shoulder. Ivy joins Miriam as they exit the ring, the semi concious blond in their clutches, carried to the back amidst the boo's and jeers of the crowd.]

Tammy: "I don't think that anyone here could rightfully call these 2 fan favourites, at this point!"

Buck: "Bah, as if that amounts to a hill of beans in this league! But their popularity is not the question here...no, the more important question is....where are they taking Sophie Mitchell?!? And why?!?"

Tammy: "I wouldn't want to be in her shoes! And down, in the center of the ring, the younger sister, helpless to stop the abduction...."

Buck: "Serves her right for interfering like that!"

Tammy: "Well, Ladies and Gents, as soon as we know something, you'll know something! BUT, for right now, we have to take a short commercial break!"

[Fade to Black]

[Winner: Ivy Belle Armstrong.]