Everyone plays a role. Even on this, the grandest of stages with the highest of stakes. Their differences are obvious, their similarities, manifested by their accomplishments.

Ivy Armstrong. The Champion. Simply the most complete fighter in FAWN. Strong, fast, skilled, and driven, she vanquished the woman who'd dominated FAWN since its inception. One of only two women ever to hold both the World and Television Championships, and the more successful of that pair. She is ruthless, cunning, supernaturally resourceful and probably FAWN's first living legend.

Chrissy Daniel. The Favorite. The Killer Imp is undefeated on the beach, and that gives her the edge in the eyes of many. Beating her on neutral ground is hard enough, as Ivy discovered in their last match. Beating her in her element may be impossible. One of the strongest and most vicious women ever to compete in FAWN, the Killer Imp is a scourge who doesn't just beat her opponents. She breaks them.

LaKeisha Bates. The X-factor. The most physically gifted of the three competitors in this match. Unpredictable and calculating, she'll decide this match. Will she team with Daniel to neutralize Armstrong? Or will she join forces with the Champion to eliminate the Favorite? She has the physical attributes and the mental acuity to compensate for her unfamiliarity with the beach and wrest the Title from Armstrong. She also has a track record of imploding. The only given is that, whatever she does, it'll be worth watching.

The lights dim, a hush falls over the crowd, but there is the unmistakable electrical buzz of excitement coursing through the spectators. Then, Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. At the top of the ramp, Chrissy Daniel appears; hands on her hips, she turns her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile. She then struts down toward the ring, hips swiveling with every self-assured step. She is clad in a black pleather bikini top, boycut red pleather hipster bikini briefs, and black ankle boots, with her wrists taped up in red.

The voluptuous hellion makes her way into the beach, all eyes on her, savoring the moment. She struts in a manner that's almost seductive, the red pleather caressing her succulent ass like a loving glove. She flips her lustrous hair back with her hand, then shadow boxes a couple of punches as she warms up, setting her voluptuous assets a dance, to the delight of the crowd.

She raises her arms in a sign of impending victory, the waves of cheers cascading over her. She then bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet from the crackling energy of her dynamo body. The Killer Imp is in the house, and woe to all who oppose her!

As Christina Aguilera's "Can't Hold Us Down" begins to pump over the arena sound system, LaKeisha Bates makes her entrance.

Ft. Worth's Nubian Princess stands there for a moment, legs slightly 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.

As she approaches the beach, her walk is more of a sashay down a Paris runway. She allows one extremely fortunate portion of the crowd a breathtaking view of the weapon she planned to use to send the two pretenders to her throne down to defeat. They were all the same in LaKeisha's mind, no matter what side of the Mississippi River they came from

The dark skinned Nubian goddess with the street smarts to match her impressive looks. Perhaps on a spiral of her own, it had been now too long since she had tasted gold. It was a taste she yearned for and needed to have yet again.

"Wild Eyed Southern Boys" blasts over the public address system, and Ivy Armstrong is revealed in all of her Dixie glory. In addition to her signature Daisy Duke denims, she's wearing a black cropped T-shirt with the words BEACH QUEEN emblazoned across the chest. She acknowledges the cheers of her fans as she struts, and when she spots one young man holding aloft a sign that reads, IVY IS A TSUNAMI!!!, she pauses and plants a quick kiss on his cheek, causing the appreciative fellow to blush. The redhead then blows a mocking kiss toward a screechy young fan holding a hand-scrawled sign reading ARMSTRONG'S REIGN ENDS TONIGHT!, driving her critic to fits. Reaching the center of the combat area, Ivy raises her arms to acknowledge the cheers of her fans, the television lights glistening off of the ten pounds of leather and gold encircling her waist. The FAWN World Champion is here, and she's ready to battle.

The three women circled each other, only Chrissy obviously comfortable moving in the shifting sand. Ivy made the first move, feeling that she had to dictate the pace. She lunged for Chrissy, made contact, and pushed the short powerhouse back a step before the Imp twisted her around. Before Ivy could be thrown to the sand, however, LaKeisha struck, knocking Chrissy onto her round backside and falling on her like a harpy, driving punch after punch into her face. The Imp shifted, dislodging the Nubian Queen and scrambling to her feet, just in time to find herself speared to the sand by Ivy. The beautiful redhead did not look at home on the beach, with her flawless, alabaster skin and flowing red hair. But she did look at home in a fight. She quickly transitioned into a body scissors, wrapping her delectable legs around Chrissy's midsection. She poured on the pressure as Chrissy found herself assaulted by the surf, the salty surge running up the bank and into her face. LaKeisha compounded Chrissy's problem by executing a text book leg drop across her chest. Daniel gagged, ingesting a mouthful of brine, which caused her to gag some more. The ebony goddess was on her feet in a few seconds, fighting the loose sand the surging tide. Once she had her base, LaKeisha proceeded to stomp the downed Imp savagely.

By unspoken agreement, Ivy and LaKeisha hammered away at Chrissy, each realizing the importance of knocking the mistress of the beach fight down to more manageable levels. Ivy surrendered the leg scissors, suddenly mindful that her relatively prone decision might prove too tempting for her unexpected and all too temporary sister in arms.

"Let's set her up," suggested Ivy.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" asked LaKeisha, herself a little winded from her battle against the Imp and the sand.

"Sand's soft," Ivy observed. "Put her in a Boston Crab and ah'll help her have a gritty li'l snack."

"Awful early in the match to go backstabbin' me," LaKeisha scoffed, looking back over her shoulder as she grabbed Chrissy's ankles. "I can switch sides in a flash, Georgia, so don't get any ideas."

LaKeisha trapped Chrissy in the Boston Crab as Ivy smiled ruefully. Chrissy snarled in pain and anger, her protests silenced by an elbow to the back of her head as Ivy doubled her pain. The powerful Imp struggled mightily, but was no match for the forces currently arrayed against her. Her back was pure agony and she was having trouble breathing. Her struggles began to fade. Ivy realized this, and began her precarious balancing act of concentrating both their firepower on Chrissy while never giving the duplicitous Nubian Queen a chance to score major damage on her and steal the win.

"Let's switch it up, Bates," said Ivy.

"Why?" asked LaKeisha.

"Because I'm not about to let you win mah title by submission with me just standin' here, girl," snarled Ivy.

Bates gave Chrissy, now all but motionless, one last wrench, then dropped her legs. The scourge of Manhattan Beach immediately started to struggle to her hands and knees, spitting sand and invectives. Ivy grabbed two fistfuls of Chrissy's hair and began to pull her up when LaKeisha clubbed her in the back of the head with a forearm. The powerful challenger scooped the lithe champion up and slammed her down right on top of Chrissy. Water rushed up, swamping both the Champion and the Favorite. The two tried to untangle from each other, while LaKeisha hovered nearby like a vulture. The deliciously sexy tangle of Ivy and Chrissy punched and kicked at itself until, finally, Ivy emerged. A kick from the alabaster redhead to Chrissy's vulnerable tummy momentarily stilled her. LaKeisha struck again putting Ivy in a head lock and hip tossing her to the sand as another surge washed up, sending Ivy into a fit of coughing and sputtering.

"I've had sumthin' for ya for a long, long time, whitey," spat the bitter black beauty. She relinquished the hold and pushed Ivy into the rushing water, head first. Having momentarily incapacitated the Champion, the X-Factor stood and used the best ass on the planet to pummel Ivy's toned tummy, splashing down onto her.

Chrissy suddenly asserted herself, crashing into LaKeisha and tackling her into the water. LaKeisha miscalculated, fighting the Imp's attack, and, as a result, finding herself in waist deep water before the tide and the Killer Imp overwhelmed her powerful legs. A knee to LaKeisha's stomach paid dividends, even if slightly slowed by the resistance from the water. The perpetually pissed off sex bomb elbowed FAWN's fourth World Champion in the nose and dunked her, doing what she could to sap LaKeisha's strength and tip the scales back in her own favor.

Ten feet away, Ivy began to withdraw. For all her physical gifts, she didn't have the experience in the sand to compete head on with Chrissy, nor did she have LaKeisha's preternatural athleticism to even the score. She'd win this match by guile and refusal to accept defeat. And if Daniel and Bates were willing to kill each other, then that'd be fine by her.

LaKeisha fought back savagely, managing to distance herself from Chrissy and launch a looping over hand punch that clubbed the Imp on the forehead. As Chrissy fell, she grabbed LaKeisha by the leg, pulling her down into the water.

Ivy reentered the fight, knowing that when her two adversaries figured out that she was letting them exhaust each other, they'd turn their guns on her at the same time and end her. She seized Chrissy by the shoulder and spun her around. An uncharacteristic head butt blinded the Favorite as her eyes began tearing up uncontrollably. Ivy focused first on Chrissy, who was on the verge of decisively seizing the initiative from Bates. The Nubian beauty wallowed in the water as her tormentor was torn from her by the reinvigorated redhead. Ivy knocked Chrissy back toward the sand. She had the upper hand and trying to mount offense against the fatigued Imp in the water was playing to Chrissy's strengths. She threw Chrissy to the sand and began to pummel her without mercy.

LaKeisha, fatigued beyond her expectations, slowly waded back to the beach. She hastened when she saw Ivy go for the cover. The ref counted once, twice, but Chrissy got her shoulder up. Ivy began wrestling the Imp up when she was hit from two directions: Chrissy drilled an upper cut up between her legs, just as LaKeisha strafed her chest with a chop. Stunned the gorgeous redhead had no reaction as LaKeisha pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her exquisite breasts to the quickly cooling night air. Ivy's beautiful, strawberry nipples instantly hardened as the chill caressed them.

The Imp fell to one knee, catching her breath as LaKeisha went to work on the Pride of Uriah. The Nubian Queen scooped Ivy up and dropped her across her outstretched knee, completing a debilitating back breaker. She rolled the topless beauty off her knee and back onto the sand, then grabbed Ivy's neck and began to squeeze. Ivy fought, but was easily held in place by LaKeisha. The Champion was saved by Chrissy, who connected with a vicious kick. Her heel made a sickening smacking sound against LaKeisha's face and knocked her off of Ivy and onto her back.

"Let me show you two amateur putzes how this is done," huffed Chrissy. She stepped on Ivy's pale stomach right below her belly button, driving her heel into the toned flesh, driving her full weight into Ivy.

"UH!" cried the suddenly beleaguered champion. Without acknowledging Ivy's plight, Chrissy stepped off her and stalked Bates. Ivy fell limply to the sand, her heaving chest accentuating the beauty of her breasts to the delight of the millions of FAWNiacs watching the festivities.

Grabbing two handfuls of hair, Chrissy pulled a woozy LaKeisha up. She slapped her face, unwittingly bringing the dazed beauty back to the here and now. Reflexively, LaKeisha lashed out with a punch that caught Chrissy off guard. She recovered, though and blocked LaKeisha's next offering before connecting with a right. The two powerhouses traded blows and blocks, fighting to a stalemate.

Ivy caught her breath as the two challengers proceeded to punch themselves out. This time, it was LaKeisha who gained the upper hand, connecting with a one-two combo to Chrissy's face before ducking an incoming punch, then following up with a body blow that rocked Chrissy. A knee pistoned into the Imp's tummy doubled her over, and LaKeisha hit a modified Rumpshaker, quickly transitioning into a pedigree. She slammed Chrissy's face into the sand, which was not nearly so devastating on the sand as it would be in the ring. It was stiff enough, however to stun Chrissy. LaKeisha gave the Imp the same treatment she gave Ivy, pulling off Daniel's bikini top and freeing her mouthwatering orbs and rolling her over onto her back. She dropped her booty onto Chrissy's face and began to grind as the referee counted.

ONE

TWO

Ivy saved her title by tackling LaKeisha and knocking her off Chrissy's carcass. LaKeisha thrashed on the sand and quickly overpowered Ivy, rolling her onto her back and dropping her ass onto her face in a reverse face sit.

"Time for an encore, Georgia," taunted the Nubian Queen. She ground her crotch into Ivy's face as the Champion struggled. LaKeisha chuckled as she corralled Ivy's legs and quickly relieved her of her shorts, rendering Ivy nude.

"What's the matter, putz? Are you shy?"

Before LaKeisha could react, Chrissy bulldogged her to the sand, immediately dragged her up, kicked her in the crotch, and head butted her. With a rip and a tug, LaKeisha's bikini top no longer concealed her bosoms. The Imp wrapped the bra around LaKeisha's neck and began to squeeze, quickly driving the flagging challenger to her knees. LaKeisha's struggles began to weaken. Suddenly she could breathe again as the garrote loosened. She looked up to see Ivy stomping Chrissy.

The Favorite fought her way to her feet, bravely shaking off Ivy's barrage. She pushed the nude beauty away from her and fell on her, unleashing her own barrage. LaKeisha intervened, driving a knee into the side of Chrissy's head. LaKeisha commenced her own Operation Reciprocity, stripping Chrissy's briefs from her and looping it around the Imp's neck.

"Payback is a pudgy ho from California!" snarled LaKeisha. She began choking Chrissy out with her briefs. Chrissy's struggles were fierce for a few seconds, but the choke and the breakneck pace of the match were too much. She weakened rapidly, growing limp.

LaKeisha, arms and shoulders burning, magnificent chest heaving from her exertion, let Chrissy flop onto the sand. She kicked the naked sex bomb onto her back and collapsed onto her for the count.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up. LaKeisha groaned in frustration. She covered again, hooking one of Chrissy's powerful legs.

Ivy's lungs were burning. Her slender, toned legs were shaking. She was beginning to doubt that her desire and her cunning could pull her through. The shifting sand, surging water, and her two stronger opponents had depleted her resources. Chrissy was in her element. LaKeisha had the innate athletic ability to deal with the conditions in spite of her inexperience with the arena. Ivy had neither advantage. Out of desperation, she threw herself at LaKeisha, breaking up the pin. She smashed a forearm into Bates's face, then went for a cover of her own. The soaked, sand-covered referee splatted into the wetness.

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up.

Ivy laid there for a few seconds. She felt LaKeisha struggling, trying to dislodge her, but there was no advantage to be had for the drenched, naked champion if she got up.

"The fuck off me!" spat LaKeisha.

"Yeah, hick," said Chrissy's voice from behind. "Get the fuck off her."

The nude Imp grabbed Ivy and hauled her up by the hair. The Champion grimaced as her abused scalp once again exploded in a blaze of pain Chrissy wrapped her arms around Ivy's slender waist and pulled her close, locking in a bear hug.

"Ah!" cried Ivy, the Imp's strength, depleted though it be, still enough to inflict damage.

"I had you beaten last time, slut," growled Chrissy. "And I have you beaten this time, too."

"Don't...uh!...you eh-ever...shut...up?" asked Ivy, throwing her head forward again to head butt her tormentor. It was enough to free her. Chrissy's strength was still considerable, but it was ebbing and flowing like the tide that sapped all three of these warrior goddesses of their power. Even without the head butt, Chrissy would not have been able to sustain the bear hug. In a flash, Ivy wrapped her arms around Chrissy, her naked breasts and belly mashed once again those of the Killer Imp. Ivy threw herself backward, executing a belly to belly suplex that deposited the experienced beach fighter back into the surging tide. Chrissy expended more of her strength getting to her feet, coughing and gagging, and fighting her way back toward the shore.

She watched Ivy turn, just in time to avoid a lunge by LaKeisha. The tall red head threw herself at the gorgeous black woman feet first, baseball sliding into her stomach as she struggled in the surf and knocking her into an incoming breaker. LaKeisha, caught hopelessly off balance, was swept into the water. Ivy ducked into the surge and for a few seconds was invisible. As the wave receded and Ivy straightened, however, she emerged with the Nubian Queen's bikini bottoms.

To Chrissy's annoyance, the slender bitch from Alabama was handling herself really well on the beach. Far better than she'd thought the bitch capable. She compensated for her obvious lack of skill and experience by ganging up on her earlier in the match, and by consistently forcing her and Bates to fight against the surf. And every time Chrissy got some momentum going, that freaking putz Bates would take a shot at her But Bates was starting to look less and less like she was a factor in this match, as Underarmstrong wrapped the Texan up and deposited her to into the sand with a gutwrench suplex. In a flash, Ivy's impossibly long legs were wrapped around LaKeisha's face as the nude redhead applied her own brand of Southern Charm.

LaKeisha began to panic. Inches from her face was Armstrong's bare crotch. The slender thighs were like steel bands, even though they trembled with effort. She felt her strength flagging as Ivy held herself up on her hands, pouring everything she had into the hold. LaKeisha's vision began to turn black as she faded into oblivion. She looked past Ivy's quivering thighs and exposed flower to the wet, finely trimmed thatch of red pubic hair, and beyond that, her toned, flat tummy and firm breasts to a pair of determined green eyes staring down at her.

Her last coherent thought was that Ivy might be her kryptonite too..

Ivy's arms and back trembled from her manic efforts to end LaKeisha. Finally, the muscled, nude beauty succumbed to the Champion and to the tide, tensing once last time, then falling limp. Ivy dragged LaKeisha out of the tide, forced to expend valuable energy. Once clear, the alabaster beauty fell on the stilled ebony beauty, naked flesh pressed against naked flesh, and the referee counted.

ONE

TWO

THRE...

Ivy was suddenly and violently yanked from her perch by the Killer Imp. Struggling to her feet, Ivy was immediately sent crashing into the sand by a vicious kick to her abdomen. The exhausted Imp grabbed two handfuls of hair and dragged Ivy up. She cracked the dazed beauty in the jaw and immediately shoved her head between her (Chrissy's) thighs. She lifted Ivy up into pile driver position, but didn't slam her into the sand...it was too soft and wouldn't have had much effect. Instead, she constricted her arms, compressing Ivy's taunt midsection.

"UGH!" groaned Ivy as Chrissy went to work. The Imp's arms assaulted her abdomen, even as Ivy flexed and squirmed to free herself. She brought her luscious legs crashing around Chrissy's skull, staggering the Imp but failing to free herself. Chrissy began rhythmically squeezing...crushing Ivy, disrupting one, two, three more attempts by Ivy to bring her thighs violently around Chrissy's head. Ivy's legs would tense, poised to stagger Chrissy once again, but the Imp's fists would grind violently inward and upward in a malicious Heimlich maneuver, depriving Ivy of the wind to counter.

Chrissy was almost delirious, acting solely on instinct, not knowing how she was still on her feet.

Ivy's breathing was erratic and constricted. Each hateful squeeze by Chrissy drained her lithe, alabaster body of its strength. After a few minutes, her abdominal muscles failed and her legs began to feel weak and distant.

"uhh...guh...UHH!" groaned Ivy as Chrissy constricted again. The Imp relaxed her grip, readying herself for her next repetition when sweet music from Ivy's lips reached her ears.

"uhhh..."

Ivy sighed weakly as her arms dropped over her head. Her heart beat thundered in her ears and her battered tummy cramped on its own, acceeding to Chrissy's will. The tension suddenly drained from her long, toned legs, no longer capable of threatening to pummel the Imp's skull, demanding release. They fell backward toward Chrissy, heels resting on Chrissy's shoulders.

Chrissy looked down at Ivy, unwittingly taking in the same view LaKeisha beheld mere minutes before: naked womanhood and trimmed bush, flat, white tummy and pert, upturned breasts. But the blazing green eyes were now dimmed by the acceptance of defeat, and the long willowy arms now hung limpy over her head, brushing the sand. Slowly, Chrissy descended, resting Ivy's shoulders on the wet sand.

"...oh..." Ivy sighed, drained of the means to resist as her shoulders were pressed into the sand. Her chin was rudely jammed into her chest as Chrissy's knees hit the sand.

"ONE

"TWO

"THREE" as Ivy succumbed without further resistance.

Exhausted, given all she could handle by the newly vanquished Ivy, Chrissy slumped onto her heels. Ivy's ass slid across Chrissy's breasts and down her stomach with a wet slurp as Ivy slowly transitioned from upright to supine, lying motionless in defeat before The Killer Imp.

WINNER, and NEW FAWN CHAMPION: Chrissy Daniel