Buck Ansome: �Welcome back, fans! The next match is our main event, and it�s going to be intense! Holly Hotbody, and she�s definitely that, puts her undefeated singles streak on the line against LaKeisha Bates, FAWN�s Nubian Queen, and her FAWN Championship! The dislike these two beautiful warriors have for each other is palpable. You could cut it with a chainsaw. The challenger is a very bad girl who�ll bend the rules and use every asset she has to notch a win, and FAWN fans love her for it. Holly Hotbody has the edge in speed, quickness, and technique. The champion is a very bad girl, as well. It�s all about her, and if you ask LaKeisha Bates, she�ll say that�s exactly how it should be. She�s got the advantage in conditioning and power. Neither of them have the advantage in nastiness�they don�t come any meaner than these two!�

Tammy DeVille: �Well said, Buck. This match is a Texas Death Match. No rules, really. To win, you have to pin your opponent, or make her submit, and in the process, hurt her so badly that she can�t get to her feet before the count of ten! Throw out the first meeting between these two. That was a long time ago, and the rules were a lot different. Holly Hotbody definitely has the ability to make the result the same, however. For her part, LaKeisha has proven she has the ruthlessness and skills to send Holly to her first singles defeat here in FAWN.�

Buck: �Let�s get set, fans�the battle is about to begin!�

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.

Tammy: �Holly looks as stunning as ever, and she�s certainly dressed like she wants to make a statement.�

Buck: �Every statement she�s made so far has gone something like��I told you I was better than you!� No one has beaten her one on one, and Holly is oozing a confidence that let�s everyone she KNOWS it.�

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 Queen 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.

And the FAWN title strapped around her flawless waist.

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 the worthless lump of silicon in the ring with her down to defeat. If this third rate stripper thought she could take away so quickly what Bates had worked so hard to attain, she was in for some serious disappointment AND an introduction to the baddest booty on the planet.

LaKeisha certainly owed her such an introduction.

Buck: �Our champion gives absolutely nothing away. She looks UNBELIEVABLE!�

Tammy: �LaKeisha looks like she was born to wear that FAWN championship, Buck. She beat the The Woman. Portia Van Buren took out Chrissy Daniel, Jeanette Lansdale, Shea London, and Abby Hoffman, but not LaKeisha. The muscled Texan took everything that Portia�and Lansdale�could throw at her, and came out on top.�

Buck: �They�re starting! The bell rings and they�re about to get it on!�

The two women circle each other, and Holly is the first to strike, lunging forward and using her momentum to back LaKeisha up a few steps before LaKeisha is able to put on the brakes.

"Oh, LaKeisha, ready to get that big ass kicked again?" Holly taunts.

�That big ass�ll be creasing your nose before this night is over!� LaKeisha snarled.

Using her strength advantage, the champion stops Holly�s advance and begins her own, before a swift eye rake from the challenger breaks up the embrace.

Buck: �Holly follows up with a vicious forearm to LaKeisha�s face! Wow! Prefect form on the drop kick and the champion�s famous ass�et hits the canvas!�

LaKeisha scrambles to her feet, more than willing to let the challenger burn herself out by betting everything up front and trying to take the match early. Like many had found out in the past however, LaKeisha was an all-night project.

Holly meets LaKeisha with a knee lift to her perfectly toned stomach. The champion cries out, but Holly gives her no rest. As the last breathy strains of LaKeisha�s cries reach her ears, Holly slams a double axe-handle between her shoulders, driving the voluptuous champion to her knees.

Tammy: �Holly starting out fast. She picks LaKeisha up and plants her with a body slam.�

LaKeisha arched her back involuntarily, trying to relieve some of the deep, stinging pain. Her outstretched tummy provided an almost irresistible target, and Holly jumped into the air and crashed down with a nasty elbow drop right in the middle of it.

�Ughhhhhhhh�� moaned LaKeisha, her full lips parted painfully. Holly moved quickly, climbing up one of the corner posts. She turned, stretched her arms out in a brief theatrical display, and jumped. In an unintended homage to Sissy Landers, Holly pumped once as she fell back to earth with a frog splash.

LaKeisha�s tolerance had its limits. Holly hit her hard early in the match, and it hurt. While she had plenty left in the tank, LaKeisha recognized the need to not let Hotbody get out to too much of a lead in terms of pain inflicted or blood drawn. Time seemed to slow down as she saw Holly�s face set in a determined grimace, her own tight stomach outstretched. LaKeisha pulled her knees up and watched Holly�s stony expression crumble, a look of fear replacing it a split second before Holly brought LaKeisha right back into the match by smashing the air from her own body on the unyielding hardness of the champion�s knees.

Holly tumbled off LaKeisha in a pained heap, wheezing slightly as the champion rolled to her side. LaKeisha scrambled to her feet, and assisted Holly to hers by grabbing two fistfuls of auburn hair.

�Free ride is over, hoochie,� scoffed Bates. �It�s time to pay up!�

Buck: �OH! LaKeisha grabs Holly by the arm and pulls her right into a cruel roundhouse knee to the stomach! Holly�s knees buckled slightly on that one! Another whip�Holly flies into the ropes��

LaKeisha steps in front of Holly, the former stripper�s breasts heaving mightily as she bounces off the ropes. The Nubian Queen stretches out her arms and the crowd gasps as a loud, wet smack of sweat-slicked breasts and stomachs crashing into each other emanates from the ring. LaKeisha�s toned arms wrap around Holly�s slender midsection and flex as the champion administers a crushing bear hug.

Tammy: �Each woman has brought out the heavy artillery early in this match. The feeling-out section of the fight lasted about ten seconds. And while Holly owned the opening minutes of the match, LaKeisha has seized control and is really punishing Holly right now.�

LaKeisha poured on the pressure and Holly groaned sickly. Each woman had the opportunity to taste the other�s power, and a healthy respect, if not actual fear, had taken root in each woman�s psyche. The black woman was squeezing and grinding the tawny Hotbody, breasts moving against breasts, and stomach moving over stomach. Holly�s auburn hair was already a sweat-matted mess that clung to the side of her head. LaKeisha squeezed with renewed vigor, savoring the pained expression of the challenger. She was bleeding Holly of her strength, and the tawny goddess was growing limp.

�Next stop�coming up!� promised LaKeisha. She lifted Holly�s sagging body slightly and fell forward, driving her viciously into the canvas.

�UUUUUUUnnnnnnnnnnn�� moaned the challenger as the wind was smashed from her lungs. She didn�t fight as LaKeisha covered her nonchalantly� pragmatism superceding pride. The referee slid into position and counted.

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LaKeisha rolled off Holly, pushing herself up roughly, using Holly�s impressive rack for a handhold. The ref began the second phase of the Texas Death Match resolution�the ten count.

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Holly began to stir. The pin fall didn�t mean jack. It was the count. And every second the ref counted gave her time to recover.

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She pushed herself up to her knees. Taking her time�and it was obvious what she was doing. Bates figured out that Holly was not about to go quietly, and the champ was disinclined to wait for Holly to get to her feet. So she stopped the count on her own, running forward and punting Holly into the corner with a kick that resonated sickeningly. Holly tumbled into the corner, wheezing, trying desperately to suck air into her lungs as LaKeisha stalked her.

She wasn�t a paragon of fitness, despite the firm, toned, sleekness of her body. But her opportunistic streak and sheer meanness helped her compensate. As LaKeisha came near her, Holly dug down as deep as she could, and launched a vicious low blow that dropped LaKeisha o her knees. Holly grabbed LaKeisha�s head and rammed her forehead right between LaKeisha�s eyes.

LaKeisha�s brain exploded in pain as tears blinded her. She fell limply to the canvas onto her side as Holly sagged back onto her heels, simultaneously plotting her next offensive and recovering from LaKeisha�s onslaught. She got up�legs unsteady, and pulled the stunned champion up slowly, almost painfully. She hooked one arm�hooked the other�then delivered a nasty double arm DDT and rolled LaKeisha over. She draped her body across the FAWN champion�s shoulders and the referee slid into position.

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She peeled herself off LaKeisha and rolled wearily to the side where she lay, trying to catch her breath.

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Not so bad, LaKeisha thought.

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Try to catch my breath for a bit.

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DAMN, THEY ALWAYS COUNT FASTER FOR ME WHEN I�M THE ONE GETTING COUNTED OUT.

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She rolled over, still blinking tears out of her eyes, head buzzing painfully.

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She tried to stand.

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And she did. With no time to spare. Her legs were shot. But she was up. She saw a red and tan blur pulling itself up on the ropes, and knew that was Holly. The bitch.

LaKeisha ran forward and drilled Holly with a roundhouse left that miraculously found its mark. The Sex Siren�s head spun savagely from the blow and she sagged again t the ropes. Holly struck back blindly, landing a glancing shot to LaKeisha�s cheek. She followed up with another that crashed into the bridge of her nose, once again causing tears to erupt from her eyes. Holly stumbled forward and pulled Bates�s bikini top down around her arms, exposing the champion�s delicious breasts and restricting the movement of her arms. Holly took a deep breath and heaved LaKeisha up and backward, in a belly to belly suplex.

Tammy: �Well, Holly is going to a power game. It�s working for her at the moment, because they�ve beaten each other so badly that Holly would be hard-pressed to use much of her aerial arsenal on LaKeisha. Even though LaKeisha is down now, I think that, by forcing Holly into the trenches, LaKeisha has the upper hand.�

Holly once again pinned LaKeisha. The bare-breasted Nubian Queen didn�t even attempt a kick out.

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LaKeisha rolled over and began to climb to her feet.

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As LaKeisha pushed herself up, straightening her legs, Holly pounced, grabbing the shaken champion by her hair, and spinning her around. LaKeisha half-lunged, half-stumbled forward, tackling the beautiful challenger to the canvas and raining punch after punch into her face.

Thrashing furiously, Holly managed to unseat the champion. They rolled around on the canvas, the match, having already devolved from a wrestling match into a brawl, now plunging from brawl to catfight. Holly connected with a punch to LaKeisha�s face, assisted by a handful of hair. LaKeisha fired a jab into Holly�s face, raked her eyes, and grabbed the red bra, savagely tearing it off, giving the crowd a view of a new set of melons to ogle. Holly returned fire, still holding a handful of hair, but her hands shot to LaKeisha�s as the Nubian locked her claws onto the former stripper�s breasts.

LaKeshia rolled Holly onto her back and poured on the pressure with a double breast claw.

�I GIVE!� shrieked Holly. �I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!!!!!!!�

LaKeisha realized why she�d submitted so quickly.

�Nah,� LaKeisha said. �I think you need some more action before you take a nine second break.�

Buck: �LaKeisha isn�t accepting the submission!�

Tammy: �I can understand why. Holly was smart enough to submit to get the recovery time, but LaKeisha was smart enough not to give the break.�

�I GIVE! I GIVE UP!!! I GIVE!�

�I give I give I give!� mocked LaKeisha in a falsetto. The champion pulled Holly to her feet, by her breasts, Holly crying in pain as tears began rolling doen her cheek. Gruffly, pushing Holly into the corner, LaKeisha released her wounded breasts, each bearing a series of ugly red scratches and welts from the twin claw hold. Before Holly could so much as sigh in pained relief, the powerful champion strafed Holly�s injured tits with a vicious chop. Another followed�and another. Each one rocked Holly backward, who had assumed a totally defensive position. For the next minute she was bludgeoned, finally realizing that she�d lose the match right here. She absorbed another chop, her proud breasts now an angry red from the relentless chops.

Holly unleashed a chop of her own, startling and hurting LaKeisha enough to cause the ebony beauty to cover her own breasts momentarily. When she did, Holly did a spin kick that knocked LaKeisha backwards, and followed it up with a clothesline, taking the champion down. With yet another win, Holly scaled the corner, delving into her own arsenal once again in an effort to reassert her control of this match.

Tammy: �This is exactly what Holly needs to do. If she continued to fight LaKeisha�s match, she was bound to lose.�

Buck: �Holly is up top�she�s watching LaKeisha like a hawk�the champ is up��

Tammy: �High risk!!!!!!!�

Holly jumped and somersaulted, coming out of her tuck and straightening into a drop kick with horrific force that connected squarely with LaKeisha�s chin. The combined force of Holly�s jump from the rope and straightening out of the tuck knocked LaKeisha into next week, spinning her in the air and sending her crashing onto face and exposed chest.

Buck: �WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!�

Tammy: �Really�really�impressive.�

It was Holly�s newest weapon�the Sexsational Surprise�and it was all of that. Holly rolled LaKeisha over.

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Holly once again stood, the crowd roaring as her breasts were dragged over LaKeisha�s. She was tired�and her legs felt like they weighed a ton�but it was LaKeisha who was being counted out�not her. She could almost TASTE the FAWN championship!

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What the hell? LaKeisha thought.

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Where am I?

FOUR

My jaw is killing me�

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That bitch!

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She scrambled furiously to all fours.

EIGHT

She stood unsteadily.

NINE

She was up�she straightened�the crowd held its collective breath�If she fell, the match was over. She didn�t fall.

Holly was stunned. The beaming smile that had been there seconds before had fallen off and shattered. Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and LaKeisha was getting her bearings back. Holly ran at this woman who simply wouldn�t go away and leave her with HER FAWN championship.

She jumped, choosing the hurricanrana as the next arrow from her quiver.

She didn�t have enough. She got one leg up around the back of LaKeisha�s neck, but the other couldn�t quite make it. Before she could react, LaKeisha, showing the ring presence that made her the FAWN Champion, slammed Holly to the canvas with a skull-cracking power bomb.

The crowd, in unison, let out an �OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!� Holly�s eyes rolled back in her head as a shuddering spasm rocked her body, bringing her almost to a sitting position before she fell back to the canvas. LaKeisha planted her foot on Holly�s barely moving chest.

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Now the count, which was all but academic.

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Holly wasn�t stirring. She was out cold.

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The crowd erupted. LaKeisha turned and looked.

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Sprinting toward the ring was Jeanette Lansdale, wearing a pair of jeans and white tank top�carrying a polo mallet.

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LaKeisha just looked at the woman as she slid into the ring. She slowly raised her hands as if in defense.

EIGHT

And the mallet�Precious-By-Proxy�came down between her eyes.

NINE

LaKeisha fell on top of Holly, breaking the count.

Buck: �THIS IS A TRAVESTY! THIS IS A DISQUALIFICATION!!!!!!!!!�

Tammy: �There are no disqualifications, Buck. This is perfectly legal.�

Lansdale pulled Bates off the barely-stirring Holly. She helped the stunned challenger to her feet, gently slapping her awake. Holly blinked, falling back against the ropes as Lansdale rolled out of the ring and watched from the floor. Holly dragged the limp Nubian to her feet�it was difficult�she was dead weight. She hooked one arm, then the next, and delivered a pedigree.

Buck: �Is she?�

Tammy: �Looks like it.�

The weary, but beaming challenger rolled the brained LaKeisha Bates onto her back and planted her own magnificent ass on her sleeping face as the crowd roared in a cacophonous mix of cheers and jeers. The referee counted, as Holly punctuated her heisted Rumpshaker with a slow grind.

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An exhausted Holly Hotbody rolled wearily off the devastated FAWN Champion as Jeanette left ringside with a rueful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

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And the bell rang, Holly raising her arms to the heavens with a haughty, but jubilant smile. The referee raised her hand as confetti and balloons fell from the rafters, accompanied by pyrotechnics. She was handed the FAWN Championship and held it over her head, then allowed a FAWN attendant to buckle it around her taut waist. Basking in the cheers, and ignoring the boos, Holly mounts the second turnbuckle, and delights the fans in attendance with a sexy shimmy, made all the more delicious by the fact that her breasts still hung freely.

She sauntered over to her defeated, unconscious foe, and leaned in, grabbing LaKeisha�s tiny bikini bottom. She saw the former champion�s eyelids flutter lightly.

"Remember who kicked your ass tonight, trick," the new FAWN Champion sneered, standing, and peeling off LaKeisha�s bottoms, exposing her neatly trimmed mound and womanhood beneath. Holly lifted the bottoms over her head as LaKeisha�s legs fell limply to the canvas. She swung the bottoms above her head around�once�twice�thrice�and let them fly into the crowd.

WINNER, and NEW FAWN CHAMPION: Holly Hotbody