This evening had captured perfectly why FAWN had such a tremendous following. FAWN was sex and violence at its rawest�which is to say, it�s best. And, as always, Bethany Christian delivered, putting her own personal exclamation point of the evening�s festivities.

This next match was the main event, and it had everything after which a FAWNiac could lust in one package. Both Ivy Armstrong and LaKeisha Bates were very, very bad girls, though Ivy seemed to have claimed that particular mantle for this particular match. Both were accustomed to championship gold, LaKeisha formerly, Ivy currently. And each hated the other and what she stood for.

The crowd was electrified by what they�d witnessed earlier in the evening. And that excited buzz grew in intensity in anticipation of the moment when 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 views the crowd. However, there are a few things different about the former world champion tonight. First, her usual look of disdain and bitterness is absent, replaced by a softer look of anticipation: anticipation for the beating she was about to deliver the Daughter of Dixie, and for having a title belt around her waist once again. And curiously enough, a fairly sizable portion of the crowd, if not an outright majority, seemed to be hoping for her.

The other difference is her wardrobe. Instead of her more recent choice of ring attire, she is clad in an outfit similar to the one she debuted in: extremely short blue jean cut-offs, kept in place by a leather belt, and a white tank top. But unlike in her earlier days, this ensemble is capped off by a straw hat, and hanging from it, a price tag marked $1.25. Off the crowd�s laughter, Bates brings the microphone up to her lips.

�HOOOOOOOOOOOOW-DYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!�

The laughing grows louder still.

�I�m so pleased to be here,� LaKeisha continues with a smirk, �and I�ll be even more pleased when I�m kicking Ivy Belle�s ass in the ring in a few minutes. If I can FIND her ass, anyway. I�ll also be even more pleased to show her up close and personal like what a REAL ass looks like.�

For someone famous for her contempt for society, she was certainly delighting many portions of the crowd with her comments tonight. And she delights one fan in particular�a twenty-something dead ringer for Taye Diggs�when she approaches him. �Let me give you a little keepsake, sugar,� she purrs, removing her hat and placing it on his head. �It ain�t worth much money. It only cost me $1.25� funny enough, exactly how much Ivy used to charge out back of the Piggly Wiggly. But it�s got loads of sentimental value.�

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 white trash in the ring with her down not just to defeat, but to utter destruction.

After tonight, Ivy would never have the nerve to show her face in the Deuce again.

Once in the ring, the Nubian Queen makes a dramatic show first of unbuckling her belt, and then sliding the cut-offs down her hips. Then, stripping out of her tank top, she stands majestically in the center of the ring in the manner which FAWN fans have grown accustomed to: 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.

Placing her discarded garments in her corner, she awaits the arrival of Ivy Armstrong, and of her second coronation.

The fevered pitch of the rabid crowd threatened to blow the roof off the America West Arena. As the place shook, it was hard to imagine the intensity being ratcheted up a notch until �Wild Eyed Southern Boys� blasts over the arena�s public address system, and the curtains tear open to reveal Ivy Armstrong in all of her Dixie glory. After a few seconds, the crowd is stunned into silence by the vision they see atop the ramp, then all hell breaks loose as the crowd explodes, shaking the arena. Her signature Daisy Dukes had been whittled down to near nothingness, scarcely covering the beautiful red head�s crotch and doing nothing to cover her small, toned ass. In addition to her shocking new Daisy Duke denim thong, she's wearing a black cropped T-shirt with the words VAST CULTURAL WASTELAND emblazoned across the chest, in recognition of her possession of the Television Title; the belt itself is wrapped around her waist. And, almost like a cloak, a "Stars 'n Bars" Confederate Flag is draped over her shoulders, flowing as she walks down the aisle in all of its antebellum glory. She acknowledges the cheers of her fans as she struts down the aisle, and when she spots one young man holding aloft a sign that reads, IVY IS MY KIND OF REALITY TV, she pauses and plants a quick kiss on his lips, causing his legs to buckle with joy. Climbing into the ring, she bends forward at the waist most provocatively, tarrying long enough for her thong to ride up even higher and giving the spectators a view they won't soon forget...or ever want to. She pivots, turning her back on a scowling LaKeisha Bates, and looks over her shoulder. She winks tauntingly at FAWN�s newest former champ and slaps her completely exposed ass.

The crowd roared, acknowledging that the masses believed the �Bama Brawler surrendered nothing to the Nubian Queen in the showmanship department.

LaKeisha, apparently, was sufficiently unimpressed to charge the reigning Television Champion before the bell sounded. She crashed into Ivy�s back, tackling the Champion to the canvas as the bell sounded, officially beginning the festivities.

LaKeisha pinned Ivy to the canvas and rained punch after punch into the back of her head. Ivy furiously thrashed, but the former FAWN World Champion was far too strong to be budged with the leverage she had. A few more blows for good measure satisfies LaKeisha momentarily, as she hops to her feet and kicks Ivy onto her back. The challenger stomps Ivy�s left thigh, the target seeming all the bigger now that her denim shorts exceeded PG-13 standards. Another stomp, and another, land, eliciting a pained yelp from Ivy, who reflexively kicks with her other leg. It�s a minor, but stinging shot to LaKeisha�s shin that backs her up, reminding her that Ivy still has some fangs and that going to toe to toe came with a price.

Ivy scrambled to her feet as LaKeisha closed, arms raised over her head, ready to deliver a double axe handle. The red head launched a kick into the Nubian�s outstretched stomach, doubling her over, and quickly applied a headlock and bulldogged her to the canvas.

The Texan sputtered a few slurred curses as Ivy rolled her over. Gaining a measure of revenge, Ivy drilled LaKeisha in the face with a punch of her own, but LaKeisha returned fire immediately, connecting with a blow to Ivy�s flat tummy that made her rethink her current tactic.

�Try again, ya piece of chicken-fried crap!� spat LaKeisha.

Ivy smirked as LaKeisha got to her feet. The red head lunged, locking up with the beautiful ex-champ. Immediately, LaKeisha began to power Ivy back, easily proving to be the stronger of the two. Ivy didn�t expect to power LaKeisha back, however, and was ready for Bates�s surge. She pivoted, placing her hip into LaKeisha�s belly, and heaved her over, depositing the black woman with an audible thud right on her back.

�Showin� the form that made you a former champion, Ah see,� drawled Ivy. LaKeisha�s vitriolic answer was cut short by a perfectly delivered elbow to her chest.

Ivy hopped up, and dropped a knee across LaKeisha�s forehead. The challenger yelped, kicking out blindly with her feet out of sheer reflex brought on by searing pain. She felt her forehead, looking for any signs of blood, allowing Ivy to continue her assault. She grabbed LaKeisha�s arm, and twisted it into a cruel arm bar. The red head plopped onto her ass and wedged a foot on either side of LaKeisha�s arm and began to twist the arm, while pulling on it with terrible force.

�OWWWW!� screamed LaKeisha.

�Ah learned this behind the Piggly Wiggly, girl!� growled Ivy through clenched teeth. She wrenched the arm harder, and was rewarded with another scream. Finally relinquishing the arm bar, Ivy pulled LaKeisha up, and gave the challenger an opening. She raked her fingers across Ivy�s face, and quickly surprised the Television Champion and many in attendance with an excellent technical move, an inside cradle into a small package that put Ivy on the losing end of the match�s first pinning predicament.

The referee quickly dropped into place.

ONE

TWO

Ivy kicked out, beating the third count by half a second. LaKeisha capitalized as a dazed Ivy tried to regain her bearings. She applied a headlock to the seated Ivy from behind and wrenched the Bama Beauty�s head and exquisite ivory neck.

�AWWWWaawwWW!� groaned Ivy, slapping at LaKeisha�s forearm.

�I hope Bethany Christian is watchin� this,� taunted LaKeisha. �I�ll keep eating up you little white girls one at a time �til I get what�s mine!�

�Ch-ch-� grunted Ivy.

�What the hell are you sayin�, Whitie?�

�Checks come out the first of the month, don�t they?� grunted Ivy, who got her neck wrenched for her trouble. LaKeisha released the hold and dragged Ivy to her feet, quickly burying a knee into Ivy�s stomach to pre-empt any offense from the champion.

�UH!� cried Ivy, her knees buckling. LaKeisha held her up, and wrapped her arms around Ivy�s midsection.

�Lemme take my �Bama Bitch for a little ride,� LaKeisha snarled. She hauled Ivy up over with an impressive belly to belly suplex. Ivy crashed to the canvas, rebounded up to a sitting position, until the force of the fall and the swirling in her head caught up to her and she collapsed back to the canvas. LaKeisha went for a pin again.

ONE

TWO

Ivy kicked out.

�Another slow count!� LaKeisha griped. �The darker you are, the slower they count!�

The referee ignored her, signaling the two count to the timekeeper�s table.

�Spending a lot of time on your back, I see,� mused LaKeisha, as she dragged Ivy back to her feet and whipped her into the corner. The stunning red head hit the corner and sagged, her small, pert breasts bouncing slightly from the impact. Her full, red lips parted as she gasped, the impact knocking a considerable amount of wind from her lungs. LaKeisha followed her in with an elbow to the chops that made Ivy�s dazed state exponentially worse.

�And now your back is up against the wall!� observed the malicious Texan with mock cheer. �On your back or up against the wall�you learned that behind the Piggly Wiggly, too, didn�t you?�

LaKeisha kneed Ivy hard in the crotch and the red head gagged and crashed to her knees.

�On your knees, now?� asked LaKeisha. �Wow. Ain�t it just Ivy Belle�s greatest hits you�re putting on for us all!�

Ivy got caught fighting LaKeisha�s game. The Nubian warrior was stronger, and her brawling skills were exceptional. But head games were Ivy�s domain. And LaKeisha just waltzed right into Ivy�s yard and lifted her leg.

The red head returned fire, an uppercut to LaKeisha�s crotch that packed more power than it should have, given her beleaguered condition.

�It�s just Ivy!� grunted Uriah�s finest. She fired another one that did as much damage as the first, and LaKeisha pirouetted and collapsed onto her hands and knees.

�And the only Belle involved in this match is one Ah�m gonna ring,� Ivy said shakily. �Right�now!�

Ivy leapt and dropped her knee right into the back of her tormentor�s neck. A spasm rocked LaKeisha�s luscious body, and she was momentarily still. Ivy wearily rolled her dead weight over and draped herself over LaKeisha�s shoulders. The referee slid into place and counted.

ONE

TWO

LaKeisha kicked out, operating on a purely instinctual level. She wouldn�t have answered correctly if the ref asked what city she was in.

Ivy slammed the mat in frustration. She covered LaKeisha again, this time hooking one of her exquisitely sculpted legs.

ONE

TWO

LaKeisha got her shoulder up.

�Two!� exclaimed the referee. �Just two!�

�Typical!� fumed Ivy. �Dumb bitches like you just don�t know when you�re beaten!�

Ivy dragged LaKeisha up. It was a near Herculean effort, given Ivy�s earlier exertions. She landed a roundhouse right that struck the former FAWN World Champion high on the cheek. Ivy sucked in a deep breath as she watched LaKeisha reel. But the cocoa-skinned warrior wouldn�t fall. In a flash she regained her bearings and clothes lined the younger woman to the canvas.

The crowd roared as the two women lay tangled together on the canvas, each trying weakly to extricate herself from her enemy. The referee was obligated to count, but he did so slowly, impressed by the animal determination of these two deadly vixens.

�ONE!�

�TWO!�

�THREE!�

Ivy kicked LaKeisha in the stomach and tried to crawl away, but the challenger raked her nails hard down her ivory thigh, raising bright red welts along the champion�s leg. There was more scratching and clawing.

�FOUR!�

�FIVE!�

LaKeisha clawed Ivy�s breasts, while Ivy pistoned her knee again into LaKeisha�s crotch.

�SIX!�

�SEVEN!�

Finally, a right cross by LaKeisha knocked Ivy onto her back and the two were separated.

�EIGHT!�

LaKeisha frantically scrambled to her feet, with Ivy, rubbing her jaw and tears clouding her eyes, not far behind.

�NINE!�

LaKeisha straightened, halting the count. A blood-curdling shriek startled the challenger and the ref. LaKeisha turned around just in time to see Ivy lunging for her, teeth bared, hands (claws) outstretched, nostrils flaring and eyes ablaze. The Television Champ crashed into LaKeisha, knocking the wind out of her. As they crashed to the canvas, the gorgeous Texan�s head hit the canvas, stunning her. Ivy was already on top of her, and looked at the startled referee.

�COUNT!� shrieked Ivy. Snapping out of his stupor the referee dove to the canvas and began to count.

ONE

TWO

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�Wha?� asked Ivy. �Where�s the three?� she asked, her voice cracking from the intensity of her emotions.

She looked up. LaKeisha�s foot was on the rope. The referee was calling two.

Ivy dragged LaKeisha away from the rope and leapt into the air, intent on finishing her with a splash. LaKeisha had other ideas, though. She pulled her knees up and Ivy crashed into them, smashing her outstretched tummy against those bony knees. Ivy tumbled off her foe, clutching her midsection and wheezing painfully.

LaKeisha shook her head, driving the fog from her brain. Ivy lay on her side a few feet away, eyes locked onto LaKeisha with pure hatred and loathing. The recently dethroned FAWN Champion rolled over to Ivy and grabbed her by the hair.

�AH!� cried Ivy, her hands reflexively shooting to her entangled hair. Three seconds later, LaKeisha completed a quick straddle and pulled Ivy onto her other side. When it was done, the Nubian Queen of FAWN had the beautiful Alabaman in the clutches of her torturous body scissors. LaKeisha flexed her powerful leg muscles, lifting herself off the canvas with her hands.

Any relief she felt from having her hair released was short-lived, as LaKeisha�s legs began to squeeze the air from her. The Nubian Queen poured on the pressure, grinding Ivy�s battered midsection between her powerful legs.

�You fight like a rookie,� spat LaKeisha. Ivy was trapped and she couldn�t speak. Even if she could, she knew the folly of wasting time and energy in a hold like this. Ivy tried to inch her way within reach of LaKeisha�s head, but the challenger was too smart for that approach. As Ivy tried to move in one direction LaKeisha would just lean in the other.

Ivy was gasping. The pressure was unbearable. She had one card to play.

�H-hey champ!� grunted Ivy.

�Yeah?� asked LaKeisha through clenched teeth.

�File this one undah rookie mistakes!� said Ivy, and then she drove her fist right into LaKeisha�s pubic bone.

�OH!� cried LaKeisha, as stars filled her vision. She felt another blow hammer home. Still, she squeezed with all her might, but she felt Ivy prying open her legs. Her strength was smashed from her by those blows, and she could only roll onto her back meekly to try to regroup. Hopefully, the scissor hold took its toll on the �Bama Cracker�enough of a toll to give LaKeisha the chance to regroup and recuperate.

Ivy rolled free of LaKeisha�s murderous scissor hold and tried to stand. She got to her hands and knees and collapsed. Each breath of badly needed air felt like burning coal oil in her throat and lungs. Painful though it was, she felt a modicum of strength return with each breath. She rolled onto her back, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

Once again, the referee was obligated to count. And once again, he did so slowly. These two killer angels deserved to resolve this match on their own terms�but the rules were the rules.

�ONE!�

�TWO!�

�THREE!�

�FOUR!�

�FIVE!�

�SIX!�

Finally, LaKeisha rolled onto her side. Ivy saw her and croaked a pained, despairing cry.

�SEVEN!�

�EIGHT!�

Ivy pushed herself to her knees. LaKeisha was on one knee.

�NINE!�

Ivy stood unsteadily as LaKeisha joined her. The referee sighed. He could easily have reached ten, but it was academic at this point. The battle would rage on�at least for a little while. Ivy and LaKeisha locked up again, though this time they seemed to collapse onto each other instead of colliding. LaKeisha still had the strength advantage and powered Ivy back into the corner. She unleashed a chop that strafed Ivy�s breasts, eliciting a yelp. Ivy countered with a chop of her own to LaKeisha�s melons. LaKeisha connected with a kick to Ivy�s stomach, doubling her over.

The crowd went wild as LaKeisha pushed Ivy�s head between her sculpted thighs. She hooked one of Ivy�s arms. Then the other. Then she dropped to the canvas, with Ivy�s face leading the way.

The place absolutely exploded. LaKeisha sagged in relief, pausing to take a few deep, measured breaths, then rolled FAWN�s first Television Champion onto her back. She straddled Ivy, arms aloft in victory. And she slowly lowered FAWN�s most famous ass onto Ivy�s face. The referee got into position to count.

ONE

TWO

�Her hand�s on the ropes!� called the referee. LaKeisha twisted, her face contorted by rage. She scooted backward and swatted Ivy�s hand from the rope, breaking her feeble grip. She prepared once more to drop her phenomenal ass onto Ivy�s face. She settled in and called to the referee.

�Try it again. And don�t screw me with a slo-oh-OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!� LaKeisha tumbled off Ivy and her hands shot to her crotch. She rolled around in agony on the canvas as Ivy groggily dragged herself to her feet, a sinister, joyless smile on her face. She looked down at LaKeisha and licked her lips.

LaKeisha looked up at Ivy and sneered. But her narrowed eyes grew wide as Ivy sat on the canvas and wrapped her legs around LaKeisha�s head.

�Anything you can do, ah can do bettah!� Ivy sang, wickedly. She scooted forward, grabbing LaKeisha�s arms, immobilizing them. �Ah can do everything bettah than you!�

She locked in the Southern charm burying LaKeisha�s face in her crotch as the crowd exploded again. Ivy couldn�t hear herself think, but she chuckled as she felt LaKeisha�s mouth working against her denim-shielded crotch, trying to return her earlier favor.

�If you can chew through that, sugah, you deserve what�s on the inside!� Ivy said, knowing the words would never reach LaKeisha�s ears. A few seconds later, Ivy felt LaKeisha�s face stop stirring. She released her toned arms and let them fall limply to the canvas.

The referee checked the Nubian Goddess�s arm.

It fell ONCE.

TWICE

THRICE

And the bell rang, it�s clanging hopelessly overpowered by the crowd�s roar.

Ivy beamed as the referee raised her hand in victory. She stood slowly, and just a bit unsteadily, looking down on the slumbering challenger as she took her gleaming, golden Television Championship Belt and buckled it around her waist. She walked a slow, deliberate walk around the ring, waving to her fans, her chest still heaving from the rigors of the match.

�YOUR WINNER�AND STILL FEMALE ASSOCITAION OF WRESTLING NOVAS TELEVISION CHAMPION�IVY ARMSTRONG!!!!!!� boomed the ring announcer.

The crowd quieted considerably as Ivy looked back at the barely stirring Texas beauty. She walked to the corner, grabbing a microphone and that big Stars and Bars flag and walked slowly over to her vanquished challenger.

Ivy knelt, raising the microphone to her smiling lips.

�You snatched defeat from the jaws of victory once again, sugah,� Ivy drawled. �Ah just thought I�d leave you a small remindah about who you are and where your place is. Oh�and just to show you that I do, in fact, have a fanny��

Ivy straddled LaKeisha, her exposed ass cheeks engulfing the Nubian Queen�s face. LaKeisha slapped weakly at Ivy�s alabaster thighs as Ivy did a playful grind, the flag around her shoulders like a shawl, arms outstretched, face slack in an expression of mock ecstasy that would grace the cover of the next issue of Gladiatrix magazine and stop the hearts of millions of men when they looked upon it. Her flawless glutes moved over LaKeisha�s visage a few more times, and LaKeisha�s feeble struggles were stilled once more before Ivy stood once again.

�Ah guess ah do have an ass aftah all.�

She theatrically whipped the flag from around her shoulders and let it settle to the canvas, covering the defeated LaKeisha Bates.

WINNER, and STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION: Ivy Armstrong