"Good evening, boys and girls. Gillian Lowell here for the WIRe, and we kick off tonight's program with a very intriguing match up. Lorelei Butler came to FAWN with a reputation as a badass, with a host of accomplishments south of the border and in the Caribbean as well as with the pedigree to back it up, coming from the same stock as our esteemed current world champion. And in her time here, she has definitely shown flashes of how she was able to build that reputation, although finding success has proven to be more elusive.

"Tonight, Lorelei Butler faces her toughest challenge to date in FAWM: former World and Tag Team champion Holly Hotbody. And in her first match since losing the tag belts to Daniel & Lilly, you can be sure that she is fired up to show that she is still a force to be reckoned with. So, without further adieu, let's look in on the action..."

We pick things up early, with Butler and Hotbody taking turns reversing the other's hammerlock. The succession of reversals ends, however, with a back elbow from the Mississippi Queen, Holly staggering back a stride from the blow. Pivoting on one heel, Butler doesn't give the former champ time to regroup, instead sending a knife thrust straight to Holly's windpipe. Hotbody gags, her hands rising to her throat... and leaving her lower quarters undefended against a raised knee straight to the groin. Visibly deflating, Holly slumps forward, doubling over ever invitingly for Lorelei, who slings an arm around Hotbody's head and drops her with a crisp DDT. Butler quickly goes for the cover.

ONE...

Kickout.

Holly starts to roll to her side, but her blonde foe will have none of it. Shoving her back down to the canvas, Lorelei stretches Holly's left leg away from her body. Them with one hand planted on the ex-champs knee and the other around her hip, Butler raises herself into a handstand, holding herself vertical for a few heartbeats before driving both knees down into Holly's yielding thigh. Hotbody groans as Butler grinds her bony joints into the malleable flesh, before then getting back to her feet with a firm grasp on Holly's ankle. Dragging her to the ropes, Lorelei drapes that ankle over the middle rope. Taking a dual handhold on the top cable, the Mississippi Queen proceeds to drop her tight backside down across Holly's knee, each bounce up and down drawing a yelp and a cry from Hotbody, until the official's count gets her a reprieve.

Grabbing Holly's ankle again, Butler drags her back to the middle of the ring, and prepares for the next chapter of her leg assault: a stepover toe hold. But before she can complete it, Holly reaches up, Butler offering a startled squeak as the resourceful former champ rolls her into a small package.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout.

Both women quickly scramble back to their feet, braced for battle, though Holly appears to be favoring her left leg ever so slightly.

Fast forward...

Lorelei starts to send Holly for a ride, but Hotbody manages the reversal. As her adversary is sent charging back to her by the ropes, Holly goes airborne, wrapping her shapely legs around Lorelei's head and snapping the blonde off her feet, her hurricarana ending with Holly seated atop Lorelei's sternum, reaching back to hook a leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout.

Again, both scramble to their feet. This time, though, Holly repays Lorelei for her earlier low blow, an uppercut finding its way between Butler's gams and buckling her knees. Overwhelmed by the waves of pain emanating from her womanhood, Lorelei is unable to resist as Holly whips her into the corner, her eyes clinching shut as her back slams hard into the buckles. When they finally open, it's just in time to see the end of Hotbody's tumbling run, Holly's elbow driving back and up, under Lorelei's chin and rocking her head backward. With a thud, Butler plops to the mat, her legs open wide as her head lolls forward... at least until Holly's boot presses down into her throat, causing Butler to slide down even further, until the base of her skull rests against the bottom buckle.

"ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR..."

Just as the ref opens his mouth to call "Five!", Hotbody eases off her throttled rival, Lorelei responding with a loud gasp as she draws in air. Kicking the winded blonde over onto her belly, Holly grabs her ankles and drags her out of the corner, the rough canvas abrading Butler's bosom through her ring togs. Once a safe distance from the ropes, Hotbody lowers herself beside her foe, snaking her legs around Lorelei's neck a second time, this time to deliver a headscissors.

"They say that cousin of yours has the strongest legs in the business," Holly mutters between squeezes. "But perhaps you'll say differently now, honey."

Eventually, Butler manages to scoot herself just close enough to the ropes that she can get a foot over the bottom cable, and with a pout, Holly releases her prey. But she doesn't yield from her attack. Pulling Butler up, a rake of the eyes blinds the blonde, and before Lorelei can realize what's happening, she feels herself rushing toward--and then sailing over--the top rope, Butler's body landing on the cold concrete with a moist 'smack.' Though dazed, Lorelei manages to pull herself up fairly quickly.

But not quickly enough, as Holly's body crashes down atop hers, sending both women tumbling to the floor.

Fast forward...

The battle continues outside the ring, and Holly remains in control, ramming Lorelei's face down into the timekeeper's table repeatedly. As Holly pulls Butler back the last time, Lorelei's eyes are glazed, and a tiny line of blood trickles down from a cut on her lower lip. Grabbing the blonde's wrist, Hotbody then sends her into the guardrail, Lorelei's moan and the sound of impact battling to drown each other out, Butler arching her back as she drops to her knees.

Holly takes a moment to give the crowd their money's worth, bumping and grinding for the appreciative masses before sauntering to her fallen rival. By the hair, Hotbody hauls Butler off the floor, and then by her wrist sends her into the ringpost.

Or rather, attempts to. Instead, Butler reverses the whip with enough force to send Lorelei back to her knees, and it's Holly who is served a steel facial. As Lorelei crumples face down, Holly bounces off the post, her eyes rolling as she takes an awkward stride away from the apron... before pitching to the ground face first.

Back in the ring, the official looks on, unsure for a moment how to proceed. A countout in FAWN was almost unheard of, but at the moment, neither gladiatrix was moving. It wasn't what the fans--or,. more importantly, Bethany Christian--would want to see. But what were his choices?

"ONE...

TWO...

THREE..."

Holly begins to stir...

"FOUR...

FIVE..."

Hotbody rolls under the bottom rope, back into the ring.

"SIX..."

Lorelei stumbles to her feet...

"SEVEN..."

Unsteadily, Butler climbs onto the apron, Holly advancing on her as she does...

"EIGHT..."

Holly begins to reach over the ropes, but Butler launches herself through the cables, driving her shoulder into Holly's taut abdomen, Hotbody doubling over with a loud "OOOOMPH!" Recoiling, Lorelei then propels herself over the top rope, rolling the ex champ over with a sunset flip.

ONE...

TWO...

TH... kickout.

Fast forward...

Lorelei has cemented her control, rushing out of one corner with Holly in tow before planting her with a bulldog, Hotbody left face down and spreadeagled. Rolling her over, Lorelei hooks a leg.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout.

Bounding to her feet with more energy than a woman who had been through as much as she had should possess, Lorelei waits for Holly to rise. As she struggles to do so, Butler goes back into the ropes, rebounding to deliver a scissors kick that sends Holly crashing face down once more.

With Holly down and seemingly out, a smirk crosses Lorelei's lips, the blonde bending down to peel Hotbody's top off her ample chest. Nudging the former champ onto her back for a grateful crowd, Butler's smirk turns to a look of utter disdain.

"You've got some nerve, callin' yourself a 'Hotbody'," the blonde hisses, before slipping her fingers under the hem of her own black lace halter. The crowd's whistles and catcalls grow even louder as Lorelei's rock hard abs and succulent bosom come into view, the garment finally coming off before flying into the first row, along with Holly's.

"Now THIS is what you call a 'Hotbody'."

Again waiting for Holly to rise, Lorelei once more charges into the ropes, firing herself back at the nearly vanquished, this time with a high cross body block. But to the amazement of the fans--and the horror of Butler--Holly somehow manages to catch the incoming missile, and hold her for just a second... before dropping to one knee, and driving those rock hard abs down into the other.

Fast forward...

A Double Arm DDT has gives Holly the firm upper hand, Lorelei left twitching on the canvas. Ready to finish things off, Holly slips through the ropes and climbs up top. She has a bit of a wait, as Butler's effort to rise encounters a false start or two along the way. But when she finally succeeds, Holly is ready, her Sexsational Surprise somersault missile dropkick finding its mark in Lorelei's chin and dropping the battered blonde like a shot. Almost catlike, Holly crawls to her foe, and hook a leg.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE... shoulder up!

Holly's eyes go wide in a mixture of shock and rage, Hotbody slamming both palms hard into the mat in frustration and disbelief. Rising, Holly's hands beckon for Lorelei to pull herself up, the blonde obliging ever so slowly. Lorelei sees the boot flying for her abused midsection, and wills her arms to intercept, but they're not quite fast enough to accomplish the task.

And once Holly's kick drives the air out of her lungs, the Hot Spot snuffs out the final embers. Holly quickly covers.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE.

DING! DING! DING!

Back in the studio...

"You can't say enough about what Lorelei Butler did this evening. Against a former world singles and tag champ, against a woman who has only lost to Jeanette Lansdale and Portia VanBuren in singles action in her FAWN career, the Mississippi Queen took her to the absolute limit. There can be no shame in that. And though she may have lost, with this effort, I doubt there are many women in the FAWN locker room who want to be her next opponent. Fans, up next, we'll take a look at Holly's cousin, Jan Delgado, against Miriam Gaiman. Don't go away."

WINNER: Holly Hotbody