As FAWN's exciting pay-per-view continues, the fans are brought to their feet by the next match on the lineup. A return match of sorts, even though it wasn't these two women who had last battled. Rather it was their mutual friends. Holly Hotbody had taken tonight's World Title Challenger, Shea London to the limit. Leaving her breathless and humiliated. Something that Cassie Hopkins was familiar with. She wanted to extract some revenge on Hotbody, not only for Shea but likely for all the women that Holly has crushed over the years. That included Holly's Dynamite Doll relative. No matter what the course of action, Cassie was doing it most importantly for her friend Shea. Not to mention for herself. The crowd was excited to see this affair, and generally were excited to see Holly Hotbody in ANY capacity.

"This next match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Sheffield, England. She weighed in this morning at one hundred and forty five pounds, or ten and a half stones. This is Cassie Hopkins!" The announcer said to the red hot crowd in attendance.

As "Galvanize" by the Chemical Brothers plays over the sound system, Cassie Hopkins enters the arena, clad in a baby blue sports bra, matching biker shorts, and white boots. Making her way to the ring, she receives a warm reception, both from those won over by her charms and those who remember her from her spirited performances for FAWN. Reaching the ring, she hops onto the apron, and then slips through the ropes and into the ring, taking a few moments to stretch in her corner before the start of the match.

"There Cassie is, she's rapidly becoming one of the hottest commodities in the FAWN league. Her experience in BRA and RWA have led her to the greatness that is FAWN. Now she has to find a way to parlay her talent into a steady career. A victory over Holly Hotbody tonight, would do just that." The commentator filled us in on his analysis of Hopkin's chances.

As the crowd continues to cheer Cassie, the tempo of the music changes and "Milkshake" hits. The crowd erupts, even though Holly is arrogant, egotistical and generally a jerk to everyone. The crowd loves her. She has a body to die for, and she knows it. Hotbody slowly strolls to the ring, shaking her ass, and wiggling her hips to the beat of the music. 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.

"And there's Holly Hotbody. What can be said about Holly? Perhaps less is more... Which seems to be Hotbody's philosophy on clothing as well.." The commentator jokes.

Holly stares across at Cassie and gives her a hip gyration as the announcer continues his introductions.

"Stepping into the ring now, from Malibu, California. She weighed in this morning at one hundred and twenty five pounds... THE SEDUCTRESS.... Holly Hotbody!"

DING, DING, DING! As the bell sounds Cassie and Holly exchange a few words. Though there anger seems to be shining through as neither woman speaks anything that can be understood. Holly hits the ropes, and comes off fast flying at Cassie with a forearm, hoping to catch Hopkins off kilter right from the bell. Cassie has this match well scouted and knows that Holly brings a non-stop assault of catfight and lucha in her arsenal, and it's Cassie's goal to slow that pace down. She sidesteps the attack from Holly, and Hotbody crashes into the ropes, catching her throat and million dollar rack on the ropes. she flops down, holding her neck, as Cassie stomps away at her chest. Holly tries to get up, but Cassie is giving her all to her boots. Stomp after stomp, until Holly's chest feels like it's about to cave in. She starts to roll towards the ropes, hoping that the referee might call for a break, but before she can even clutch the ropes, Cassie Hopkins has pulled her to center of the ring and locks in a reverse chin lock. She grinds it in deep, making sure to hook her forearm tight around the chin of Holly, and letting it slip just slightly under the caryatid artery, hoping to cause a blackout.

"Cassie is a sound technician, she's got that reverse chin lock applied perfectly. This is her strategy in a match like this. Ground and pound. Its tough to argue with her, it's a good battle plan, she just has to be careful not to let this match get away from her like she did against Ivy Armstrong." The commentator continues.

Cassie continues to sink the chin lock in. Pushing her knee into the back of the neck of Holly. The fans are cheering for both women, although it's highly likely that some of the chants for Hotbody are as a results of her heaving chest being thrust into the forefront of the cameras, her red bra top looking like it might split open due to the great pressure being put on her back. Cassie's knee firmly planted into the back of Holly, with her head dipped backwards, hands clasped around the neck. Holly's hazel eyes are starting to bulge, a good indication that she may be disappearing into dreamland. The referee checks in to make sure it's not a choke, but he indicates that it's perfectly legal. The fans can't believe this match could be over as soon as it's started, and so does that realization come over Hotbody. Holly sends a sharp backelbow into the stomach of Cassie, the first one doesn't do the job, but the second one jabs her right into the short-ribs. Cassie loosens her grip, and when the third elbow hits, Cassie's grip completely slips. Holly is freed from the reverse chin lock. Hotbody climbs to her feet, as Cassie tries to get her wits about her. Holly turns to Cassie and boots her in the midsection as she starts to stand back to a vertical base. As Cassie leans over, Holly grabs her and whips her over with a Mexican arm drag takedown. The crowd pops as Holly bounces back off the ropes and this time comes off with a jumping headscissor takeover, flipping Cassie over. Holly Hotbody turns to the crowd, soaking up their cheers and beginning to feel the momentum shift. Holly kicks Cassie in the head, and then bounces off the ropes again. This time she has a ton of speed behind her and looks to take Hopkins head off with a diving lariat, but Cassie catches her, uses her weight advantage and nails Holly with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Holly's spine explodes in pain, she's sure that it must be broken. She came at Hopkins with such velocity, and being flipped around like that only to land on Cassie's knee has her broke in half. Cassie pushes her across the knee for a moment, inflicting a bit more pain, before Holly falls to the canvas clutching her lower back and crying out in agony.

"Cassie Hopkins just shut down the offense of Holly Hotbody with that move. Hopkins is here to show that she's on another level." Our faithful commentator explains.

Holly drags herself to a neutral corner, pulling her weakened body up thanks to a little help from the ropes. Unfortunately she's not alone for long, as Cassie Hopkins follows her over and unleashes a chop that singes through the red satin bra lighting her ample bosoms afire. "Oohh...Nice and bouncy! I'll wager you paid top dollar for those!" laughs Cassie as she chops Holly's chest again. Holly squirms under the pressure, but can't escape as Hopkins sends another chop into her breasts, this time making the fleshy skin as red as the satin exterior that covered it.

"Hotbody has got to get something going here, she's being tenderized by the Brit!"

The commentator was right, Cassie followed the chops up with a knee into the stomach. Then she took Hotbody over and out of the corner with a side headlock takeover. Cassie's powerful arms put the pressure again on Holly's neck, as her entire spine, neck included appear to be the target of Hopkins angst. Holly fights her head free, but Cassie reaches her legs around the waist of Holly and snaps her into a Bodyscissors before the beautiful auburn haired vixen can do anything. She gasps for air, but Cassie tightens her pressure. She's intent on weakening that back, and taking the wind away from Holly. A two part strategy that's she's employed most of the match to complete and utter perfection. Holly has been grounded, so she can't fly. Her wind taken away so she can't even get her speed up. She's completely shut down in the face of adversity. Holly tries to pry the legs of Hopkins open, but as she gets them about half mast, Cassie trades up for a Headscissors, wrapping her legs around Holly's head and neck. Cassie's blonde hair, whips around as she clamps down like a vice sitting up and bringing Holly parallel with the mat. Cassie holds her ground, using her ankles and legs to choke and restrain Holly Hotbody. Sweat oozes down Holly's chest, and like a squeaky wheel getting the grease, it's just enough for her to slip out of the clasped legs of Hopkins. She pulls free and backs away. Both women rise up, but it's again Cassie who's on the attack as she grabs Holly and pulls her into a lockup. She hooks her around the waist, and flips her overhead with a Gutwrench Suplex. She hooks the leg of Holly, and the referee goes to count, ... one..... TWO......THRE-Holly is able to kickout at the very last second. Much closer then the fans expected for a bout that hasn't went that long. Hotbody just can't seem to get anything going in her direction, and Cassie is executing a perfect dissection of her foe. With that said, to Holly's credit she's resilient enough to kickout when the time comes for it.

Holly pushes Cassie off of her, and rolls under the bottom rope. Quickly seeking refuge on the outside after that hellacious series of moves from Hopkins. Holly stumbles back into the barricade, hoping to regroup when a fan drops his soda right next to her. Holly doesn't see it and as she starts to head back towards the ring, she slips on the slippery mats on the outside. Drawing a big laugh from the crowd. Humiliated, Holly wipes herself off and then slowly climbs up the steps to the ring.

"It looks like Cassie has gotten the mental edge here, to the point where Holly who's usually cool and in control, is flopping around like a fish out of water." The commentator adds.

Hotbody does manage to get back into the ring without anymore mishaps, and charges at Cassie with her head down. Like a battering ram she plows into Hopkins with some great force, knocking her to the canvas. Both women collapse, as Holly is still recovering the previous assault and Cassie's stomach feels like a cannon just went off into it. Both girls slowly rise, with Holly getting up first. Hotbody forearms Cassie in the back, then knees Hopkins in the stomach. With Holly giving it to her on both ends, Hopkins bends down to a knee. Holly Hotbody then slams a double axehandle into the back of Cassie, making her hit the mat face first. Unfortunately for Holly, Hopkins grabs her ankles and yanks them out from under her. Causing her to fall flat on her backside. Grabbing her right foot, Cassie tickles it for a moment, still almost toying with Holly. She then begins a systematic kicking of her thigh. Holly gurgles and screams in horror, as Cassie tears at her leg for a minute. "This is for jumping me from behind!" Cassie adds, as she dives onto Holly with an elbow drop. Cassie stands up, pulling Holly up with her and hits a Fall Away Slam. "And that one's for Shea!" Hopkins adds, as Hotbody goes flying across the canvas.

Holly can't figure out what went wrong. Usually she can claw her way into a victory, but it would appear that Cassie has her number. She decides that the only way to even make this fight close is to dig into her dirty playbook. When Hopkins get close, Holly gouges her eyes with her perfectly manicured nails. As she rakes at the eyes, she grabs Cassie's blonde hair and whips her head side to side, over and over "shaking" Cassie's head up until her brains are scrambled. Holly then pulls herself to her feet and bodyslams Hopkins to the mat below.

"Finally Holly has gotten the break she was looking for. Can that open up the opportunity to victory is the key question!"

A huge spin kick comes from the shapely legs of Holly Hotbody, rocking Cassie right in the midsection. As Hopkins is stunned, Holly lunges at her with a lightning quick lariat. She then jumps into the air and onto Cassie's shoulder, running her down and flipping her over with a victory roll. She has Hopkins pinned and the referee is right on the scene to count, ....ONE ..... TWO......KICKOUT! Cassie is able to break up the small cradle type pin that nearly put her down for the three.

"Hotbody looked to end it there, but nothing doing. She's not done enough to get the job done." The commentator continues.

Grabbing Cassie by her hair, Holly drags her to the corner and rams her head into the top turnbuckle. She prepares for a second ram, but Cassie just pops her head free and punches Holly in the face. She rams Holly's head into the top turnbuckle a time or two, then grabs her up and takes her over with a fisherman's buster, her patented Sheffield Suplex. After the high impact move, both women lay on the mat huffing and gasping for air. Holly rolls away from the corner, while Cassie squats herself up into it. As Hopkins get to her feet, Hotbody decides to turn it up a notch and grabs a crotch claw on her rising for. This quickly takes Cassie out of her gameplan, as suddenly Holly Hotbody wants to sexfight. This certainly wasn't Hopkins area of expertise, and favored the former basement video fighter in Hotbody. She conned Cassie into thinking that this might be the beginning of some long arousing clitoral stimulation, but instead Holly let go of the crotch claw and peppered her middle with rights and lefts. She then leaped up into the air, stunning Cassie with a rising uppercut that draped Hopkins into the turnbuckle corner. With Cassie dazed in the corner, Holly took a few steps backwards. She wiggled her ass to the crowd's approval Her exquisite body driving everyone in the audience to a frenzy. She then takes charge at Cassie, performing a awe inspiring handspring backelbow. As she reaches the corner to connect with the backelbow however, Cassie stomps her, using her ample chest to absorb the blow and clutching Holly around the midsection. Like a robot, she makes a complete turn, then pumps her hips and flies backwards to the mat with the most impactful German suplex a FAWN ring has ever seen. She holds the bridge, keeping the pin on as the referee scurries over to make a pin count.

"THAT'S GOTTA DO IT!" The commentator speculates, as Holly looks to be KOed.

The referee reaches the canvas and smacks it once, ....ONE, ......TWO, .......THREEEEEEEEEENO! Holly has managed to drape her limp arm on the bottom rope. It's unclear if her arm just fell onto it, or if she actually had the presence of mind somewhere deep in that disheveled noggin' to make the last ditch to save herself.

"I can't believe Holly was able to get her hand on the rope. I'd bet my life it was over right there, but that just goes to show you the intestinal fortitude of Hotbody. Either that, or the sheer luck of that sexpot. Whatever the case, she hasn't got much here to get back into the bout with. Unless lady luck shines on her again and lightning strikes Cassie Hopkins down." The commentator puts the exclamation on Hotbody's chances.

As Holly squirms around on the mat, writhing in pain and near unconscious , Cassie stalks her prey. She's careful not to get too close to Holly, and give Hotbody another chance for a dirty deed to reverse this match. She runs at her dropping a legdrop, this time making sure to hit the neck of Holly. Hotbody flops around, her spine and neck having taken the brunt of that German and fisherman suplex combination. She can barely even muster up enough strength to slap at the slick with sweat covered thighs of Hopkins as Cassie pull her to her knees. Cassie puts Holly's head between her legs, doing a small and slightly uncharacteristic grind against the back of her head. Before Holly knows what's hit her, Cassie has flipped her up into a powerbomb, then down into the matchbook pin, completing the Union Jacked, her finish that has brought her many victories. The referee finds his place on the canvas and counts and emphatic, ....ONE .......TWO...........THREE!

"You could count til the next FAWN Pay-Per-View, Holly isn't getting up. Credit should be given to hr effort, but Cassie literally dominated her here, and dominated in a way I may have never seen Hopkins do it. This is someone to look out for. She may not be able to get down and dirty, but if she can survive that onslaught, she can beat anyone. When it comes to technical prowess, Cassie Hopkins might be untouchable." The announcer concludes.

"Your winner, Cassie Hopkins!"

With Holly down and out, Cassie takes a chance to extract some revenge. She stands over her, lifting her arms high into the air. Hotbody looks like a deflated beauty queen at the feet of someone who typically would be the "runner-up". This time though, Hopkins is the belle of the ball, and Holly is just a broken down mass of quivering flesh. Cassie pulls down the "Extremely Hot" shorts and tosses them to the crowd. A fan getting quite the souvenir. She slowly undoes the red satin bra, tossing it over her shoulder like a keepsake of her own. "You owe me some ring togs, you trollop!" Hopkins teases, putting her foot onto the bare breasts of Holly Hotbody. Cassie then straddles her KOed carcass. "How do you like it, milady?" she taunts the slack-jawed Holly.

"Galvanize" hits over the PA again, and Cassie rises stepping over the body of Holly and leaving her Not-so-Hot Body to glisten in the lights, the same lights she stares up into in defeat.

WINNER: Cassie Hopkins