The fans are in anticipation of the coming match as many know it is the start of the tournament for the newly created FAWN Television Title. The crowd is hooting and hollering, ready for tonight's action to continue. And they are justly rewarded as.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 with her own two hands, and with a wicked smile, saunters down to the ring with plenty of swivel in her hips. Along the way, she flirts shamelessly with a group of rowdy, catcalling gentlemen, carrying a "Cricket Fears Ivy" banner. She wears a pair of denim cut-off's (the more revealing the better), and a low-cut shirt that offers a tantalizing glimpse of her midriff. She also carries a handkerchief in her back pocket with a Confederate flag design. As Ivy enters the ring, she pulls out the handkerchief, dabs imaginary sweat from her forehead and her cleavage, and then throws it out to the crowd.

Just then, Melanie C's "Yeh Yeh Yeh" trumpets the arrival of FAWN's newest star, Cricket Munro. And as Munro makes her fourth appearance before the FAWN crowd and cameras, she shamelessly plays to them both, teasing and tempting the fans at home as well as the fans in the seats along the ramp as she saunters down to the ring, working all into a lather in a navy blue string bikini that left precious little to the imagination.

As Cricket climbs onto the apron and enters the ring, making sure to bend as fully and move as slowly as humanly possible, she glances at Ivy with a look of utter contempt. Cricket Munro rarely forgave, and she NEVER forgot. And now, standing directly across from her was a woman who, in some form or another, contributed to the spoiling of her FAWN debut. And now it was time for Ivy to pay.

Cricket merely smirks at the Daughter of Dixie, exuding confidence from every single pore of her scarcely covered body. This classless little bitch was supposedly the future of FAWN, the next budding star? Please! Cricket had seen dumpsters less trashy than Ivy.

And tonight, she would expose all of Armstrong's shortcomings to the world. Perhaps even literally.

The referee called both women to the center of the ring to explain the rules, but they paid him little attention, their gazes never leaving one another. Cricket stared at Ivy with contempt while the 'Bama Brawler flashed her a smirk. The referee called for the ringing of the bell and the two women began to size one another. Surprising the crowd, Cricket lifted her arm, stating that she wanted a test of strength. The larger Ivy flashed the crowd an "Is she kidding?" look before shaking her head and locking up with her smaller opponent.

The two women struggled for dominance and, as expected, Ivy began to over power Cricket, inching the smaller socialite backwards. But her dominance didn't last long as the wily Munro lashed out with a stiff knee to Ivy's womanhood. The move caused the 'Bama Beauty's eyes to grow wide as she slunk to her knees. With a cruel smirk, Cricket grabbed a handful of the woman's locks and dragged her to her feet before tossing her across the ring, Ivy landing roughly on her back.

Wasting little time, the sexy opportunist greeted a slow to rise Armstrong with a boot to the stomach, doubling her over. Cricket grinned and grabbed another handful of lustrous locks. This time, using them to drive Ivy face first into the mat. Cricket sneers and rolls the dazed Ivy onto her back, where she proceeds to wrap her fingers around the Alabama native's throat and choke her!

The referee frowns and calls Cricket on her behavior but the socialite is nonchalant, ignoring his orders to stop. It is only when he begins to count that she takes heed. As he reaches four, Cricket finally releases her chokehold and complains to the referee about a "fast count". As he responds to her complaints, he doesn't notice the wily woman shift her position so that her shin is lodged against Ivy's throat, once more choking the woman.

Cricket smiles sweetly to the referee as he explains the reasoning behind his count. He is about to begin a lecture on wrestling etiquette, when he suddenly notices Ivy thrashing and choking wildly. He glares at Cricket who merely shrugs her shoulders and begins to count again. As he reaches the four, Cricket again relinquishes the chokehold.

Ivy coughs, shaking her head as her lungs regain precious air. But the redhead has little time to recover as Cricket immediately rocks her form with a flurry of kicks to the back. Ivy winces in pain as the socialite drags her to her feet and drills her head into the mat with a DDT. Sneering, Cricket attempts a nonchalant cover on her prone foe.

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Ivy enthusiastically kicks out before the second count, much to Cricket's chagrin. Cricket quickly moves behind her foe and wraps her slender legs around Ivy's neck, locking in a figure four sleeper! Immediately, Ivy begins to thrash wildly, trapped in Cricket's luscious legs. Cricket grits her teeth, tightening the hold, as Ivy slowly begins to lose consciousness. Dazed, the second generation grapplerette begins to slowly inch her way to the ropes, dragging the dimunitive socialite with her. Before Cricket can stop her, Ivy tags the bottom rope with her foot.

Cricket lets out a snort of disgust as the referee forces a break. Cricket grabs a handful of Ivy's locks and brings her to her feet again before roughly slapping the 'Bama Beauty in the face. She shoves Ivy into the nearest corner and peppers her midsection with a series of kicks. Ivy is doubled over and dazed, her head sloping down. Cricket yanks her head up to face her and slaps her roughly again.

"That's for looking as tacky as you do." Cricket said with a sneer.

The socialite grinned and stood back to admire her handiwork before charging towards Ivy. Yet, Armstrong surprised her foe by lifting her legs and catching the charging Cricket with two feet to the chest. The move sends the socialite teetering backwards and Ivy sends her flush to the mat with a drop kick! The move seems to knock the wind from Munro as Ivy covers her, hooking the leg.

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But the wily socialite lifts her shoulder before the third count. Ivy helps Cricket to her feet and sends a tomahawk chop smashing across her neck. She follows with a second before dragging the winded Munro towards the ropes and using them to choke her opponent! The crowd responds with a mixed reaction as many remember the debutante using similiar manuevers against the 'Bama native, but the referee is not amused. He begins the count and Ivy releases the hold before he can reach five.

Cricket is gasping for air, her hands at her throat, as Ivy lashes out with a low blow to her opponent's nether regions, sending the deubtante to her knees. Ivy grins and follows with a low drop kick, catching Cricket in the chest. With her opponent prone, Ivy quickly wraps her legs around Cricket's waist, drawing a yelp from the tiny kitten.

The crowd hoots and hollers as they watch Ivy's shapely, sinewey gams work their magic, squeezing the life out of the wealthy one. Cricket groans and attempts the pry the legs from around her waist but can offer little resistance as Ivy squeezes harder, sucking the air from her.

"What do you say, Cricket?" The referee asks. "Ya wanna submit?"

"To...this...filthy sk...skank!?!" Cricket manages through gritted teeth. "Never!"

The venom from Munro's mouth only seems to motivate Armstrong further as she adds pressure to the hold. Cricket glares at her opponent as she continues to attempt to pry the legs from around her waist. Finally, the socialite begins to dig her claws into Ivy's thighs, causing the Bama beauty to release the hold, but not before driving her leg one last time into Cricket's midriff, depriving the woman of precious oxygen.

"You...bitch!" Cricket muttered as Ivy smirked at her, rising to her feet.

Ivy brought Cricket to her feet before doubling her over with a punch to the midsection and then dropping her to the canvas with a stunner! The reaction from the crowd is mixed again as Cricket falls face first and spread eagled to the mat. With her foot, Ivy turns a prone Cricket onto her back. With the socialite dazed, Ivy scales the nearest set of turnbuckles and perches herself at the top. She measures Cricket and flies off, sending her slender form smashing atop her smaller opponent with a picture perfect suicide dive. The move seems to jolt Cricket only to have Ivy roll her up for the pin.

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Once more, Cricket kicks out before the three. Ivy hops to her feet again and attempts to bring Cricket with her but Munro stops her opponent by lashing out with a punch to Ivy's face. Ivy returns the gesture and the two women trade blows with the Socialite eventually gaining control after an uppercut. The move staggers Ivy and Munro uses the opportunity to back her opponent against the ropes. She whips Ivy to the far side and, as Ivy rebounds, Cricket drop kicks her in the knee, dropping Armstrong to the mat.

Ivy winces in pain and grabs at her knee. But she has little time to recover as Cricket immediately grabs her leg and applies a figure four. Ivy yelps in pain as the torturous move is applied. Cricket sits up and watches with glee as Ivy trashes wildly in the hold, trying her best to inch towards the ropes. Not satisfied completely, Cricket slowly moves her expertly-manicured talons towards Armstrong's womanhood before using those same claws to grab a hearty handful. Ivy screams as Cricket squeezes, her claws like a vice.

"I don't think we're in Deliverance anymore, Toto." Cricket said with a smug smirk.

The clawhold works two ways for the socialite. First, it adds more pain to Armstrong. Second, it ceases her attempts to inch her way to the ropes and escape the figure four. Ivy grimaces in pain as the referee moves into position, offering her a simple, sympathtic wince.

"How about it, Armstrong? Too much?" He asked.

Ivy shook her head, using her elbows to help her sit up. Now face to face with Cricket, Ivy lashed out with a punch to Munro's head. The move sent Cricket's head lolling but did nothing to cease her clawhold or the figure four. So, Ivy repeated the move, loosening the holds slightly. With a grunt, Ivy lashed out with a third punch that did the trick, Munro clutching her head, allowing Ivy to slip from the figure four.

Armstrong was slow to her feet and Munro brought her to the mat again with another drop kick to her knee. Munro stood over a prone Armstrong and grabbed her legs, lifting them in the air. The socialite smirked and then dropped a knee into Ivy's womanhood. The redhead's eyes went wide as that tender area was assaulted again. Ivy attempted to protect herself, her hands clutching that area as she curled into a ball. But Cricket was having none of it. She grabbed Armstrong's legs again and dropped another knee into that area, drawing a howl from the sourthern beauty. Ivy wanted nothing more than to curl into the fetal position and regroup but Cricket instead covered her, rolling her up as the referee counted.

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Ivy managed to raise her shoulder before the three count. Cricket glared at the referee as he only held up two fingers. Sighing and shaking her head, the socialite stood to her feet and drove her foot into Ivy's crotch, watching with pleasure as the 'Bama woman howled. Cricket mounted the second turnbuckle and waited for Ivy to rise before leaping off with a missile drop kick, her feet impacting with Ivy's chest. With Armstrong folded up on the mat, Cricket covered her.

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Once more, Armstrong kicked out before the referee could count three. And again, Cricket was not pleased, taking a moment to accuse the man of a "slow count". The referee began to plead his case but Cricket brushed him aside, returning her focus to the immediate threat. She stalked towards a slow to rise Armstrong and shoved her head between her legs. Just as Cricket wrapped her arms around Ivy's waist, she released. The socialite's eyes grew wide and a scream escaped her lips.

"The bitch is biting me!" Cricket shrieked.

Sure enough, the referee checked and Ivy's teeth were knawing at Cricket's succulent thighs. The referee warned Ivy about the move and she finally ceased before she could be disqualified. But the damage was done. A stricken Cricket slumped to her knees, her hands between her legs.

Slightly woozy, Ivy stood to her feet and kicked Cricket in the head, knocking her fully to the mat. Ivy grabbed her by the hair and began to roll her onto her stomach, when Cricket slipped behind her and rolled her up in a school boy!

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Using her leg muscles, Ivy kicked out of the pinning predicament, immediately scrambling to her feet. But her smaller opponent was quicker and greeted her with a clothesline that sent the redhead to the mat. Cricket sneered and grabbed Ivy by the hair, leaping in the air and driving her face first into the mat. The wealthy woman followed with a spinning neckbreaker that left Ivy prone on the mat.

"That'll take care of the white trash." Cricket said, dusting off her hands. She immediately covered Ivy.

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This time, Ivy didn't have a chance to kick out as Cricket lifted her opponent's shoulders from the mat, thanks to a liberal handful of her hair. The referee voiced his displeasure of Cricket's disruption of the three count but she paid him little mind, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. Cricket lifted Ivy in the air before dumping her roughly onto her back with a body slam.

With her foe downed, Cricket perched herself atop the top turnbuckle. She waited a moment before leaping off. But that moment cost her as Ivy rolled out of the way from a perfect 360 splash! Cricket was slow to her feet, clutching her stomach and wincing in pain, as Ivy quickly moved behind her and rolled her up for the pin, grabbing a generous amount of her tights for leverage.

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Both Ivy and the crowd were shocked as Cricket kicked out of the move. Armstrong shook her head and brought Cricket to her feet. She whipped Munro to the corner but Cricket reversed, sending Armstrong crashing into turnbuckles instead. Munro charged her foe but Ivy slipped out of the way, sending her opponent smashing. As Cricket stumbled backwards, Ivy raced behind her and grabbed her by the head, leaping in the air and bulldogging her into the mat! Quickly, Ivy sat in front of the dazed Munro, lift her head up and then wrapping her legs around it! Cricket screamed in pain as Armstrong applied the Southern Charm, crushing her head between those strong shapely gams.

Munro tried to inch her way to the ropes...moving closer...and closer....but she found herself trapped...her head feeling light. She had no choice but to tap out.

As the bell sounded, Ivy leaped in the air, her arms raised in victory. Ivy smirked at a very pissed Cricket, who was on her knees, massaging the back of her head. Armstrong smiled and pointed at the seething socialite, taunting her before sliding from the ring and backing her way up the aisle. Cricket stood to her feet and fumed, arguing with the referee, before kicking the ropes in fury, a jublilant and victorious Armstrong watching it all.

WINNER: Ivy Belle Armstrong