The arena lights went down and the crowd fell silent in anticipation. Suddenly, the loudspeakers burst forth with The Chemical Brothers' "Galvanize" and a spotlight stabbed into the semi-darkness to illuminate the head of the ramp. There stood a blonde young woman in a baby blue sports bra, tight matching biker shorts and white boots. Over her right shoulder was slung a championship belt which knowledgeable fans knew to represent her dominance in the Royal Wrestling Association.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: CASSIE HOPKINS!!!!"

The crowd gave a big pop of cheers, applause and wolf whistles. The blonde smiled charming and waved to the crowd she could barely see. Then she strode forward down the ramp towards the ring where she hoped to find redemption. This was not be Cassie's FAWN debut. She had already made that fight, but it had ended in humiliating disaster thanks to one Chrissy Daniel. Even now, as the crowd cheered her, Cassie felt the sting of failure and the appalling things the smaller wrestler had done to her for the whole wrestling world to see. She burned with a desire to show these people that she was a true champion and deserved their support.

As Cassie continued on down the ramp, she waved, slapped some palms and smiled at those closest too her. She was more than a little pleased to see a number fans sporting Battling Ring Angels t-shirts to show they remembered Cassie from that promotion.

Now Cassie had reached the ring. She handed off her RWA belt to a waiting attendant and then hopped up onto the apron. She waved some more for the benefit of the crowd and then slipped through the ropes. She nodded at the waiting referee and then went to her corner to do some stretching exercises that were partially to loosen her up and partially to entertain the appreciative crowd.

Then she took a cordless microphone handed up to her by another attendant and walked to the center of the ring.

"Thank you! Thank you! You good people of Montgomery certainly do know how to make a girl from another country feel welcome!" She declared with a big smile. "I will do my utmost to show that I am worthy of your applause! Thank you, once again!"

The crowd lustily cheered her gracious words, but then the arena suddenly plunged into darkness for a few seconds. Then the loudspeakers began to play "Wild Eyed Southern Boys as the announcer proclaimed:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: IVY ARMSTRONG!"

The spotlight now fell upon a redhaired young woman in "Daisy Duke" denim shorts, cut so high on the thighs that they resembled a thong rather than shorts. Above them she wore a cropped black baby t-shirt with "PRIDE OF 'BAMA" emblazoned across it. She wore no boots, preferring to fight in her bare feet once again.

If anyone doubted that Ivy was fighting on home turf, the hysterical reaction would have ended that. Ivy grinned and strutted down the aisle. The crowd was holding up signs. One young man with an aisle seat had one reading: "THIS IS IVY COUNTRY!" Ivy paused to give her loyal supporter a quick kiss on the cheek. The young man's eyes bulged and he blushed a bright shade of red.

Yet, Ivy was not UNIVERSALLY loved. A screechy-voiced young man was holding up his own handmade sign: "CASSIE'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASSIE!" Ivy was actually more amused at the bad rhyme than angered and so she blew a mocking kiss at the young man, who didn't seem to appreciate it He gave her a frustrated scowl, but by then she had strutted on to much more friendly faces.

Ivy soon was climbing up onto the ring. She was now bent over and she paused just long enough to give the crowd a lingering look as her shorts rode up even higher. Glorious expanses of her gluteus were now on view and it was provocative sight that the spectators relished. Their cheers grew even louder and Ivy stood up, satisfied she had given them a sight they wouldn't soon forget--or ever want to!

Ivy obtained a cordless mike of her own and walked over to where the ref and the blonde Brit, Cassie Hopkins stood. Cassie had her hands on her hips and was watching the redhead closely as though she expected a sneak attack at any moment. Ivy smiled.

"Now, Cassie, honey, you look a little scared? You afraid I'm gonna sneak attack y'all? No way! I'm here among my people! I'll be on my good manners for 'em!"

The crowd laughed and cheered. Cassie Hopkins smiled faintly.

"How kind of you, Miss Armstrong. But I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself, thank you very much," Cassie purred in a tone Ivy found irritating.

"Yeah? Then how come you let that slut Chrissy Daniel have her way with you?" Ivy snapped.

"I seem to recall hearing you lost your title belt to Chrissy Daniel!" Cassie retorted.

Ivy gave the blonde a smirking sneer: "Well, at least I didn't let her turn me into her personal chew toy!"

A red flush crept up Cassie's neck: "I suggest you get Chrissy Daniel off your dirty mind and concentrate on this fight."

"Fine with me," Ivy said with a smile of triumph, she felt she had bested the Brit in one fall and the bell hadn't even rung!

The microphones were promptly returned to the attendants and the referee nodded to the timekeeper. The bell rang and the two women began to circle each other briskly. They did a quick lockup and struggled for position. Ivy had studied the blonde and knew she was a strong wrestler with a full bag of holds. She got this confirmed as Cassie was able to move into a nicely executed fallaway slam that had Ivy bouncing off the canvas.

Yet, Ivy was right back up and returned the slam with a stunner that had Cassie's head bouncing painfully against Ivy's shoulder. Ivy followed this up with a dropkick into Cassie's ribs as she lay on her side, but the blonde responded with a legsweep that dropped Ivy on her butt.

Cassie then struck with a missile dropkick that caught Ivy across the thighs. Cassie then threw in a European uppercut to the redhead's chin to drop her on her back. Cassie quickly flipped the redhead over and applied a Boston Crab. She put her foot on Ivy's back to increase the pressure. Ivy stifled a groan and instead called over her shoulder a defiant:

"That the best you got. Limey?"

Cassie drove a foot into the small of Ivy's back as a reply. Then she shifted into a very nasty stepover toehold that put agonizing pressure on Ivy's right leg. Ivy gritted her teeth and held out, thrashing violently, even though it only increased the pain. Then Ivy saw Cassie's hold starting to slip, she had been waiting for this, and drove her free left foot as hard as she could into Cassie's knee. Cassie gave a yelp of pain and fell backwards. Ivy got her right leg free and staggered to her feet.

Cassie was rubbing her left knee, so Ivy had the satisfaction of knowing she had hurt the woman, but once Cassie realized her opponent was up, she reacted with a charge. Ivy let her come in, then let her have it with a heartpunch. The blonde went down like fallen tree. Ivy gleefully got down next to her and applied a bodyscissors that worked the ribs she had gone after earlier. Yet, the hold was not as strong as Ivy would have liked, her normally strong thighs were sore and holding the bodyscissors didn't help. She couldn't help admiring Cassie's obvious fight plan in trying to take Ivy's legs out of the battle, but the realization only made her shut out the pain and concentrate on squeezing the trapped Brit all the harder.

For her part, Cassie's ribs--especially the ones had taken that dropkick--were on fire. She thought that what she had heard was true: Ivy Armstrong had the most dangerous legs in FAWN.

"Ready to give up, blondie?" Ivy inquired. She didn't really expect a submission, but it passed the time.

"Not-bloody-likely!" Cassie gasped. "Those-skinny-legs-don't-bother-me-at-all!"

"Yeah, right!" Ivy chuckled into the blonde's ear. "Tell me that when your rib bones start to pop!"

Ivy tightened the hold, but Cassie was far from beaten. Ivy had sitting directly behind her, her head next to Cassie. Cassie let out a loud groan and shifted forward, the top of her head momentarily slid under Ivy's chin and Cassie suddenly lunged upward off the mat with all her strength.

Lights exploded in Ivy Armstrong's head as the top of Cassie's head connected with the underside of her jaw. The redhead fell backwards and landed on the mat. She desperately tried to clear her head, but Cassie Hopkins was on her. She grabbed Ivy by the throat, yanked her up, then chokeslammed her to the mat with teeth-rattling force.

Cassie then scooped Ivy up and gave her a sidewalk slam. Ivy was then given a full introduction to the British blonde's full bag of power moves. A gutwrench suplex was followed by a German suplex which was followed by the fisherman's suplex that Cassie liked to called "The Sheffield Suplex". Ivy's head was spinning, but she knew she was in BIG trouble and she had to do something quick to save herself.

The crowd had been enjoying Cassie's well-executed moves even if they were being used on their home town favorite. Their cheers greatly heartened the blonde and with Ivy apparently helpless on back, Cassie couldn't resist raising her arms in triumph.

SMMMMMAAAACCCKKKKK!!!!!

A volcano of pain erupted from deep within Cassie Hopkins' crotch. She clutched at the source of pain as her knees buckled and she tilted forward. She found herself looking into the angry eyes of Ivy Armstrong who had risen off the canvas and drove a hard right uppercut between Cassie's legs.

"I ain't gonna lose in front of my people!" Ivy informed Cassie as she looked at her with a glazed eyes.

With that, Ivy slammed a tomahawk chop up into Cassie's throat. The blonde fell on her back gagging for breath. Ivy then mounted the nearby ropes for a suicide dive that crushed the blonde beneath her. She then got to her feet and set Cassie up for another stunner, this one administered with her full, angry strength. Cassie went limp after jaw connected with Ivy's shoulder at the end of the fall.

Cassie lay face down on the canvas. Ivy added a couple more dropkicks just to make sure she was ready. Then Ivy gave the signal for her finisher" "The Southern Charm". The crowd whooped with delight as Ivy then sat down in front of the helpless Brit and lifted her head up. To her delight, Cassie's eyes flickered open, she looked bewildered but at least she was conscious and Ivy liked it better that way.

"Now, stuck up limey, you get to enjoy my 'Southern Charm'!" Ivu hissed at her.

Cassie apparently knew what that meant because her eyes widened and she gave a soft groan of dismay. Then the eyes hardened.

"Go to hell," Cassie whispered defiantly.

Ivy just smiled wickedly: "You'll be the one in hell--or maybe not--maybe Chrissy got you enjoying stuff like this!"

Cassie started to curse, but Ivy applied the hold to cut it off. The redhead's strong thighs now closed around Cassie's head and her face was thrust forward against the sweaty darkness of Ivy's denims. Ivy held this in place for a few moments just to give the blonde a taste, then she eased off and lifted her head up.

"I don't have to smother y'all out--you can just give up--but I want to HEAR you say 'I quit'!"

"Go screw yourself!" Cassie retorted. She knew she was doomed in this match, but she wasn't about to let Ivy get a submission out of her.

Ivy shrugged: "Okay, gal, don't say Ivy Armstrong didn't offer ya an easy way out."

Ivy then forced Cassie's face back down into her crotch and tightened the headscissors. Even so, she didn't go easy on her/ Even as the ref tried to raise and lower Cassie's arm the required three times, Ivy would release at the last moment so that Cassie would revive only be undergo the same ordeal. Cassie made no effort to tap out. Finally, the ref was able to get a third arm drop and Ivy was declared the winner.

Ivy shot to her feet and strutted the ring. The crowd which had fallen into an awed silence during the long finish of Cassie Hopkins, now broke into applause cheers and wild rebel yells. Ivy did a circuit of the ring to express her appreciation, then she headed back to where Cassie had been helped to her knees by the referee, her eyes were fluttering in confusion, but when she saw Ivy she managed a scowl.

"Pardon me, but this lady owes me somethin'," Ivy informed the referee with a look that had that gentleman stepping away.

Ivy now stood over Cassie: "Not bad, limey, but you're not in my class. Still, I feel like I got a trophy comin'--hand over your top or I'll tear it off."

Cassie looked up defiantly: "I'm not handing over anything to you!"

Ivy laughed and drove her knee up under Cassie's chin. The blonde starfished out on her back. Ivy then flipped her over and undid the baby blue sports bra. She then rolled the blonde back over and removed the bra. This had the added benefit of giving the crowd a pleasing good look a t Cassie Hopkins dazzling hooters. The crowd gave Ivy a fresh burst of appreciative cheers. Ivy saluted her fans once again and then exited the ring. She headed up the aisle twirling the baby blue sports bra as she went. Then, part way up the ramp, she spotted the young fan she had kissed earlier. He was waving his "THIS IS IVY COUNTRY" sign with even more enthusiasm. She paused, smiled at him and then tossed him the bra. The astonished young man had to fight to hold onto it, but he did and it became one of his most treasured possessions.

As for Ivy, she continued her exit, buoyed by the satisfaction of a tough match won.

Meanwhile, the referee had gallantly loaned Cassie Hopkins his zebra shirt so that she could make her exit in dignity. The beaten blonde held her head up proudly walked slowly up the ramp. The crowd seemed to appreciate this and gave her a warm round of supportive applause which she then gratefully acknowledged. Cassie had to face the truth that she had lost again, but this only made her more determined than ever to succeed at FAWN. She now added Ivy Armstrong's name next to Chrissy Daniel's in her mental "payback" list...

WINNER: Ivy Armstrong