Only weeks ago, LaKeisha Bates had scored the most improbable upset in FAWN�s brief history by upending the longest reigning world champion, and taking possession of the promotion�s ultimate prize. Now, two women would fight for the honor of being the first to end LaKeisha�s reign, and both had credentials worthy of the job.

In one corner was, in spite of her diminutive stature, arguably the most dominant force to ever set foot in a FAWN ring. Although, with each passing week, the amount of debate surrounding that claim seemed to lessen, the Killer Imp routinely dispatching and destroying some of the most respected names in the industry. Only two women could honestly lay claim to having defeated her. But neither could be said with much conviction to have BEATEN her.

Oh, and by the way, she had already held the belt once before.

On the other corner was the fastest rising star in FAWN. Most pundits had expected Holly Hotbody to find the same sort of success in FAWN as she had found in the other stops of her professional career, and she had hardly disappointed them. The promotion was tailor made for a woman of her talents and temperament, and like her opponent, no one could truthfully claim a clean victory over her.

Not to mention, her resume already possessed a victory over the current champion.

Even before the first hint of either woman appearing in the arena, the crowd was utterly electric. They could sense the momentousness of the occasion, when the Seductress meets the Killer Imp for the first time. Both women truly deserved a shot at the belt, but only one would be able to seize the opportunity tonight.

But both were certain to give their all in the quest for glory.

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 is 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 stairs 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.

The lights dim, a hush falling over the crowd, then Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature guitar intro bursting into the arena. Precisely as the drum roll thunders in, a shower of sparks explodes from above, showering the entire arena in momentarily blinding light. Finally, as the rest of the band joins in, two flares go off on either side of the entry way at the top of the aisle and Chrissy Daniel, the Killer Imp, steps onto the ramp. There's a trace of erotic playfulness in her step, as her full, luscious lips curl into a mischievous smile. Her voluptuous body is on display as usual, with her full breasts covered by a black leather bikini top with small chrome studs. A matching black leather thong bestows on the crowd a look at one of the roundest asses on the planet. Black boots round out the Killer Imp's ensemble.

She strolls seductively down the rest of the aisle, her big chest bouncing, the crowd buzzing, as the nubile hellion makes her long awaited return to the ring. The former FAWN champion gyrates slowly, the Cheshire grin still on her face. Egging the crowd on with her sexy body crackling with energy, she makes her way to the ring. She slowly climbs the stairs, allowing the crowd to take her in...a nice serving of sex garnished with some hateful glee, the aroma of violence filling the air. Standing mid-ring, she flips her thick lustrous hair back over her head, bouncing provocatively, shadowboxing a couple punches, big chest bouncing satisfyingly.

Mounting the bottom rope in her corner, she raises her arms. With a smile that would turn the knees of the devil himself into water, she steps down from the ropes, setting her large rack jiggling in the tight skimpy bikini top. As the music dies down, she settles back into her corner, her plushly sexy body hiding all the lust and havoc that could fit into such a small frame.

As the bell sounds, both warriors move out of their corners, neither taking her eyes off the other for even the slightest of moments. Holly knows she let Chrissy out of her sight, and Chrissy meanwhile understands the swiftness with which the acrobatic one time exotic dancer could move.

Yet being aware of it and being able to stop it were two separate things. And while Chrissy never let her attention wander from her foe, Holly still managed to surprise her by forgoing a more traditional opening of a lock up, and instead lashed out to sweep the Killer Imp�s legs out from under her. Caught off guard, Chrissy drops face first to the mat, her arms absorbing the brunt of the fall.

She may have been surprised, but Chrissy is hardly phased. Quickly, she rises to her feet. However, in the short time she�d been on the canvas, she had already lost track of Holly. She spins on her heel, scanning the ring�

She barely registered the flash of movement before Holly�s well shaped legs wrapped around her head, snapping her off her feet and driving her to the mat.

Chrissy lets out a loud �Oomph!� as Holly�s exquisite derriere crashes down across her equally exquisite breasts, driving the wind from her lungs. Sitting astride the former champion, her thighs framing the Killer Imp�s pained face, Holly reaches back to hook a leg. One

Though dazed, Chrissy has more than enough of her wits about her, not to mention power in her body, to forcefully buck Holly off of her. The redhead slides for a moment across the mat, and then starts to rise to her feet, flashing Chrissy a smirk as Daniel likewise regains her footing. �Get up, stubby,� Holly encourages her rival. �Let�s show everyone just how much of a loser you really are.�

�Come on, slut,� Chrissy snarls vehemently in response. �I�m going to love making you squeal.�

This time, the two women engage in a proper lock up. But by this point, it surprises no one other than perhaps Hotbody herself when Chrissy starts pushing the redhead back into a corner. Holly is unable to apply the breaks, until finally she feels the buckles against her back. Chrissy releases her, but just as quickly unloads with a knife-edged chomp that sets the erstwhile exotic dancer�s rack into motion, and brings a pained yelp from Holly�s lips.

�WHOOOOOO!� the crowd shouts as one.

A second and third chop net similar results, Hotbody�s eyes almost watering as her bronzed cleavage starts to take on a more crimson glow. Satisfied with this leg of her assault, the ashen haired imp grabs Holly by the wrist, intent on sending her across the ring into the opposite corner.

Holly had other ideas.

Her chest may have been throbbing, but it took more than a few chops to put Holly away., even when the person doing the chopper had the strength of Chrissy Daniel. Holly reverses the whip, Chrissy�s eyes momentarily widening as she finds herself being the one catapulted into the corner. Her body turns at the last moment, her back taking the impact with the buckles hard. But that was only the beginning. Almost as soon as her spine slammed into the corner, Holly�s 125lbs came crashing down on her from the front, creating a Killer Imp sandwich between Hotbody and the turnbuckles.

Holly steps away, allowing Chrissy to make one, and then two drunken strides out of the corner. Her eyes glassy, Daniel lashes out with a sweeping right, with enough force to twirl her body 180 degrees before she keels over. The capacity crowd rises to its feet, laughing and cheering Hotbody as she deftly bounds to the top turnbuckle.

She wasn�t about to give Chrissy a second to recover, and taking only the smallest fractions of a second to steady herself, the redhead takes flight, nailing the one time FAWN champion with a moonsault that folds Chrissy�s body off the mat. Again, wasting no time, Holly hooks a leg.

ONE

TWO

Chrissy kicks out, albeit not with the same authority as moments ago.

Holly doesn�t allow frustration to set in. She�d seen enough of Chrissy to know the bitch was tougher than a nickel steak, and that it would take more than that to finish her. Hotbody rises purposefully, grabbing hold of Chrissy�s thick locks to bring her to her feet alongside. Backing Chrissy into the nearest corner, she sends Chrissy for another ride. Chrissy charges along, out of control, her spine once more taking an impact so forceful it causes her arms to fly from her body, draping over the top rope, Holly�s remaining in the opposite corner the time her only saving grace.

With Chrissy sagging against the buckles, Holly launches herself into a tumbling run across the ring. Coming out of her last flip, she propels herself with a back elbow aimed for the chin of the Killer Imp. But out of nowhere, Chrissy�s instincts kick in.

With her arms still over the top rope, Daniel uses the steel cables to lift her body into the air. Likewise, she brings her legs up from the canvas and points them in the direction of the Seductress. Holly, obligingly, slams into them full force, Chrissy�s boots driving into the back of Holly�s skull.

Hotbody staggers away, doubled over and clutching her throbbing head. The ringing in her ears overcomes all else, including the shouts of the crowd and the sounds of Chrissy�s rushing toward her. Unprepared, she is unable to react before she feels Daniel grabbing her by the back of her head and slamming her face into the unyielding canvas with a bulldog.

Holly lies on the mat, face down and motionless as Chrissy sits beside her. The Killer Imp is clearly winded, Holly having done a good job of taking the fight to her in the early portions of the match. But as the arena lights glisten off her moist, heaving bosom, Chrissy merely glances over her shoulder at the redhead�s limp body, smirking as she idly pushes her right bra strap back up her shoulder.

�Keep practicing, Holly,� Chrissy says in mock encouragement. �Maybe some time in the Deuce will help you get better� since you�re clearly not in MY league.�

Chrissy doesn�t get back up. Instead, she crawls over to Holly�s body and straddles her waist. Sliding up into a catcher�s crouch, the Killer Imp lift�s Holly�s upper body off the mat, and drapes the redhead�s arms over her thighs. But instead of finishing a traditional camel clutch by gripping Holly�s chin, instead Chrissy reaches over Holly�s face with her left hand, her fore and middle fingers sliding into Holly�s nostrils.

�Gnnyyuuuggghhh!� Holly moans, instantly awake as the devil�s doll rips back on her nose, Holly�s hands prying at the invading talons to no avail.

�Oh, give it a rest, sweetie,� Chrissy purrs. �Like this is the first time you�ve had any work done.�

Holly�s boots pound at the mat, her fingers pawing and scratching at Chrissy�s wrists in an effort to regain her freedom. Chrissy hisses as Holly�s nails rip at her flesh, but she doesn�t relent. After all, this was exactly as she had planned.

Chrissy�s hand reaching over Holly�s head impaired her vision, and her grip on Holly�s nose was roughly yanking Hotbody�s head back, and forcing the redhead�s neck out invitingly. With a playful laugh, the Killer Imp accepts the invitation, and fires a punch with her right hand directly to Holly�s throat.

The crowd gasps as Chrissy lets Holly off her hooks, allowing the redhead to practically melt away from the Killer Imp�s rising body. Dropping to the mat, Hotbody merely curls into a fetal ball, gagging and clutching at her throat.

Chrissy peels Holly off the mat, the former stripper offering no resistance as she struggles to merely breathe. Beaming in anticipation of her impending triumph, Daniel Irish whips her into the ropes, catching her on the rebound before sending her back to the canvas with a ring-rocking powerslam.

The extent of Holly�s response is an exhale that blows her bangs away from her face.

Chrissy arrogantly reclines across Holly�s torso, not even bothering to hook a leg.

ONE

TWO

Holly gets a shoulder up.

Chrissy shifts her body, straddling the redhead�s chest, her shins pinning Holly�s upper arms to the mat. Yet before the ref can start another count, Chrissy reaches down and wraps her fingers around Holly�s throat.

�They build �em dumb in Hollywood, don�t they?� Chrissy taunts. �All you had to do was stay down. But no. You actually want to kid yourself into thinking you can beat me.�

The official gets in Chrissy face. �Come on, Chrissy!� he shouts. �That�s a choke!�

�No,� Chrissy replies cheerfully, �the Red Sox in game 7 of the ALCS last year was a choke. This is massage therapy.�

The referee is not amused. �I mean it, Chrissy. Let go, or you�re getting disqualified.�

�Yeah,� Chrissy snorts. �Like you can count past two.�

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

�I�m so proud of you!� Chrissy exclaims. �I�d give you a pat on the back, but I kinda got my hands full.�

FOUR!!!

With a pout, Chrissy reluctantly obliges. �You know,� Chrissy says, �you�d be a lot more popular guy around here if you loosened up a bit. I mean, this is FAWN. Really, all you have to do here is count the pins and call for the bell.�

�I know we have to let you girls get away with a lot,� the ref counters, �but��

His voice trails off as he suddenly notices Holly�s legs are thrashing and kicking. The silence also allows him to hear slightly muffled gurgles. Looking down, he suddenly understands the reason for both, as he spots the Killer Imp�s shin pressing down into Holly�s throat.

�Damn it, Chrissy!�

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Her pout still in place, Chrissy shifts herself off of a wheezing Holly, allowing Hotbody to roll onto her side. �Spoil sport.�

Turning her attention back to her foe, Chrissy unclasps the erstwhile exotic dancer�s bra top with the proficiency of an expert. Pulling her trophy away from Holly�s chest, she raises the garment up to the redhead�s neck. Then, with an animalistic snarl, Daniel pulls back on the satin garment. Holly�s eyes almost pop out of her head, Chrissy pulling her up to her knees as she closes the makeshift noose around Hotbody�s throat. Her tongue lolling out of her mouth, Holly frantically struggles to slip her fingers under the fabric, but Chrissy has left her no slack.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

With an exaggerated sigh, Chrissy releases the beleaguered redhead, allowing Holly to flop back to the mat. �Alright,� she sighs, reaching forward and playfully pinching the official�s cheek. �I�ll let you pretend you matter. Besides��

Chrissy gaze drifts to red satin bra dangling from her right hand.

�I didn�t want it to tear.�

Tossing the top away into her corner, the Killer Imp reaches down and scoops Holly into her arm. �I liked this move so much when I did it to Shea,� the former champion says as she holds Hotbody in position for an inverted tombstone, Holly�s head between the thighs of the Killer Imp. �Let�s see if it�s twice as nice tonight.�

Chrissy drops to her knees, driving the back of Holly�s head into the mat, and coming to rest seated on the redhead�s face.

�You at least made me break a sweat,� Chrissy coos with a slight shudder, Holly�s warm breath tickling her womanhood through its scant covering. As the ref slides into position for the count, Chrissy absently takes the one time stripper�s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. �Maybe you ought to get something out of this?�

ONE

�Mmmm,� Chrissy purrs as Holly faintly stirs beneath her.

TWO

�Mmm hmmm,� Chrissy sighs in satisfaction from Hotbody�s ragged breaths.

TH�

�AAAAYYYYYGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!� The referee stops his count, as shocked as the rest of the arena by the Killer Imp�s sudden exclamation of agony. But, as Chrissy rolls to the side, Holly�s body turning with her, all becomes clear.

�Holly!� the referee scolds her, yet still has to fight to refrain from chuckling in appreciation. �Stop biting her!�

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Knowing she had bought herself all the time she could, Holly finally obliges, rolling away from Chrissy�s body and gasping for breath. For her part, Chrissy now curls into a ball, her hands wedged between her clenched shut thighs, the Killer Imp moaning and shaking her head in anguish.

Neither woman particularly looks able to continue anytime soon.

For a moment, the official seems unsure of how to proceed. Someone had to come out of this match victorious, in order to face LaKeisha Bates. But, with both women sprawled on the mat, he had only one option open to him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

At last, one woman shows signs of life.

�Bitch!� Chrissy Daniel spits, her voice dripping with venom as sge struggles to her feet.. �You are SO going to pay for that.�

Though each step was excruciating, the Killer Imp forced herself to advance on her fallen prey. Burying her fingers in Holly�s locks, she pulls Hotbody up to her knees�

The crowd erupts as Holly fires an uppercut directly between Chrissy�s legs.

Chrissy�s knees buckle, the devil�s doll doubling over in agony as Holly pulls herself up to her feet. And with Chrissy bent over, Holly unloads a kneelift that catches the Killer Imp square under the chin, and sends her toppling back to the mat.

Chrissy stared up at Holly through half lidded, disbelieving eyes. What had just happened? And who was she facing?

�Just because I don�t fight dirty,� Holly pants, �it doesn�t mean I CAN�T!�

Pulling Chrissy up, Holly sends her for a ride. And as Chrissy charges back at her, Holly goes airborne, and takes the Killer Imp down to the mat with a flying headscissors.

With both women on the mat, Holly gives her strong thighs a further squeeze, Chrissy�s hands slapping at the gams that held her prisoner. Propping herself up on one elbow, Hotbody runs her free hand through her hair. While on the mend, she knows she�s not quite ready to resume her full throttle aerial assault yet.

But she would be, before she was done here.

The headscissors still clamped on, Holly extends her hand toward Chrissy�s torso, and buries her fingers into the Killer Imp�s yielding midsection. �Gaaawdddaaammiiit!� Chrissy suddenly wails, Holly�s talons feeling like they were about to rip through her.

�How does it feel, Chrissy?� Holly asks. �Knowing you just gave the FAWN sex sensation your best shot, and she�s STILL kicking your ass?�

�What do you say, Chrissy?� the referee asks. �Do you wanna give?�

�Yeah,� Chrissy gasps through gritted teeth. �I wanna give both of you broken necks!�

Holly offers a mocking laugh. �It�s good to hear you�re in a giving spirit,� Holly mutters, releasing the stomach claw. But, to the surprise of everyone in the arena including Chrissy, Hotbody�s hand then slips under the waistband of Daniel�s bottom. �They say it�s better to give��

�You wouldn�t,� Chrissy hisses. But while her voice was as defiant as always, the way her body had tensed told Holly she wasn�t sure of that anymore.

�After everything you�ve done to me tonight,� Holly replies, �oh hell yeah I would.�

And then she did.

Chrissy wails as Holly�s fingers dig at her crotch, new waves of pain rippling through her womanhood as the thighs of the Seductress continued to clinch shut round her throat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Reluctantly, Holly releases both holds, climbing to her feet as Chrissy can do little more but gasp for air and paw at herself. Satisfied that things had been evened between them, Holly slips through the ropes, and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

And then she waits.

Watching Chrissy like a hawk, she remains perched as the Killer Imp struggles to her feet. For the last few weeks, following the Birthday Bash, she�d been experimenting with adding this move to her repertoire, and now seemed like the perfect time to put her Sexsational Surprise to the test. But first, she needed Chrissy on her feet.

Like the stubborn mule Holly knew her to be, Chrissy does finally manage to pull herself up to unsteady legs, swaying uncertainly in the center of the ring. �That�s it,� Holly whispers. �Now turn around��

And as Chrissy accommodates her wishes, Holly takes flight, somersaulting before drilling the Killer Imp with a missile dropkick to the chest.

The crowd gives its loudest pop of the night in appreciation of the redhead�s athleticism, sensing victory as Holly hooks Chrissy�s leg.

ONE

TWO

THR�

The crowd offers a collective groan of sympathy for the Seductress as Chrissy�s shoulder jerks off the mat.

Though disappointed, Holly had to respect her foe�s determination. Still, she was only postponing things now. Chrissy�s body seems completely devoid of strength as Holly again assists her to her feet and prepares to Irish whip her.

Yet, once more, Chrissy seems to tap into some hidden reserve, reversing the whip and sending Holly into the ropes. Still, the damage she had endured had made her sloppy, and Chrissy ducks down a little early as Holly Rebounds back at her. Not missing a beat, Holly leapfrogs her rival, sticking the landing on the other side. Instead of continuing on to the ropes, Holly turns around. Chrissy too spins around, allowing Holly to land a kick to the Killer Imp�s belly, and to follow up with her patented Hot Spot.

ONE

TWO

THRE�

Where was the three?

Instead of slapping the mat a third and final time, the ref lightly taps Holly�s shoulder. And as Holly looks up, her eyes widen in sheer disbelief at the sight of Chrissy�s left foot draped over the bottom rope.

�DAMMIT!�

Her frustration boiling to the surface, Holly slaps her palms to the mat before pushing herself back to her feet. Grabbing Chrissy�s lifeless body by her ankles, the Seductress pulls her away from the ropes. Dropping the former champ�s legs disdainfully, Holly decides to go up top once more, and heads for the ropes.

And then the extraordinary happened.

As Holly slips between the cables, Chrissy Daniel, almost phoenix-like, wills herself off the mat. Her movements are hardly majestic, the battered beauty straining to achieve any semblance of balance before finally failing. Though in failing, she succeeds on another front. Chrissy stumbles into the ropes just as Holly had reached the top turnbuckle, in that split second before she had properly steadied herself. The movement of the top rope causing her foot to slip out from under her, Hotbody drops crotch first across the top turnbuckle. Moaning in anguish, she teeters on the padded buckle, yet somehow remains seated.

Yet whether that was a good thing or not was about to come into serious question. Holly�s moans seem to serve as a sort of aural smelling salts, bringing the Killer Imp�s senses back into sharper focus. Surveying the ring, she finds Holly�s posted form, and ignoring her own agony and fatigue, Chrissy stalks into the corner, climbing the buckles herself.

The crowd begs with Holly, pleads with her to fight back. But the pain from her womanhood is too much, and before she fully realizes her predicament, Chrissy has her locked in. Falling back, Chrissy pulls her foe from the buckle, driving the crown of Hotbody�s head into the mat with her Daniel Drop. Holly appears to almost bounce out of Chrissy�s grasp, before crashing to her back.

Chrissy, too, lay on her back, blinking as she stares up at the arena lights. Though clearly in better shape than Holly, the redhead�s eyelids seemingly sealed shut and spittle running down her cheek, she definitely needed a moment or two before she could capitalize.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Chrissy rolled over onto her stomach, her eyes straining to focus on Holly�s insensate form.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Chrissy slithers across the mat, snakelike, on her way to victory.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

The devil�s doll covers Holly�s body.

ONE

TWO

THREE�

Holly�s right shoulder spasms off the canvas.

�No!� the referee shouts above the clamor of the crowd. �No pin!�

Chrissy blinks up at him, uncomprehending. �WHAT?�

�She broke the pin,� the ref replies. �The match continues.�

�YOU�VE GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME!!!!�

With renewed energy, Chrissy bolts to her feet, and drags Holly like a rag doll along with her into the corner. With a scream of almost primal rage, she then begins to slam the redhead�s face into the top turnbuckle, over and over again. Belatedly, and half heartedly, the crowd picks up the chant five, and carries through to fifteen before Chrissy ends the barrage.

Spinning Holly around, Ivy presses the Seductress back into the corner. Stepping onto the first and then the middle rope, Daniel tilts Holly�s nodding head back and looks into her glassy eyes.

And then Chrissy clamps her teeth onto the bridge of Holly�s nose.

Holly�s platform boots weakly stomp the canvas, with only the referee�s count saving her. Hopping down from the second rope, Chrissy than shoots the redhead into the opposite corner, returning an earlier favor with a corner splash.

Holly merely flops onto her ass, sitting in the corner with her legs open wide, her head dropping into her chest. Chrissy pulls her up, folding the Seductress over her shoulder before placing her in a seated position on the top turnbuckle.

�I didn�t let my own sister get in the way of me getting my belt back,� Chrissy whispers, her voice an expression of pure malice as she climbs up the buckles in front of her. �Did you really think I�d let you, bitch?� Holly sends a feeble punch into Chrissy midsection, the Killer Imp shrugging it off and answering with a rake of the eyes that elicits a loud squeal.

�You should�ve gotten out of my way,� Chrissy continues. �You should�ve asked Shea what happens to people who don�t. And now, since you didn�t, you have to pay.�

Holly would pay, all right. But for a different reason. In a blinding motion, she shot her head forward, her forehead slamming into Chrissy�s and sending her tumbling to the mat. Not being prepared for the fall, Daniel takes it wrong, and the back of her head crashes hard into the canvas, ringing her bell and leaving her swooning on the mat.

Holly, too, finds herself having difficulty shaking off the effects of the headbutt. But she also knows this is probably her last chance. Dizzily, she struggles to get her feet under her on the top rope, and blinks to focus her vision. Finally spotting Chrissy, she launches herself with a 360 splash that connects with the Killer Imp�s belly with enough force to send Hotbody bouncing back into the air before coming to rest atop her foe.

ONE

TWO

Their bodies practically one, Holly can sense Chrissy marshalling her resolves for one last kick out.

�Not this time, bitch,� Holly spits, her fingers clutching at the waistband of Chrissy�s bottoms.

THREE

Ding! Ding! Ding! Holly rolls under the bottom rope, and stumbles into the guard rail, many of her fans offering a helping hand, as well as helping themselves to a handful. Holly takes a moment to shake herself free, and then raises her arms to the sky in triumph.

In the ring, Chrissy Daniel sits on her knees, her hands planted indignantly on her thighs as she stares out at Holly in utter disbelief.

�If you can�t take it,� Holly shouts back into the ring, �don�t dish it out. I�d say you got a taste of your own medicine tonight, bitch.�

It might not have been the ideal way she wanted it, Holly thought as she makes her way back up the ramp. But in the end, she did what she had always done.

She did what she had to do, to get what she wanted.

WINNER: Holly Hotbody