It was time, as Bethany's hand-picked music beckoned her for her return.

"I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease"

As the grinding strains of Nickelback play over the PA system, a resoundingly favorable ovation joins the tune, heralding Jeanette Lansdale's encore performance in her FAWN comeback. And not only does Bethany's hand-picked music remain, the CEO's personal choice of Jeanette's ring gear--an extremely revealing pink thong bikini--remains as well. Twin pillars of white pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as Jeanette steps out from the back and walks toward the ring. The butterflies in her stomach are evident as the stunning blonde seems to lack just a bit of the fluid grace her fans remembered. Jeanette's hair is free and flowing, out of its usual tight ponytail, her beautiful face set in a strained smile. She waves to the fans on her way down to the ring, posing seductively with her hands on her hips. The very embodiment of sexy athleticism, she leaps up on the ring and enters. Jeanette stretches in the ring, readying herself for combat. Her last outing had seen the end of a six-match losing streak. But any confidence Jeanette feels is tempered by the realization that Ivy Armstrong is by far the toughest opponent she's had since returning to FAWN.

"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. In addition to her signature Daisy Duke denims, the redhead wears a cropped, crimson T-shirt with the words ROLL TIDE emblazoned across the chest. 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'S GONNA CREEP AND CRAWL ALL OVER YOU, LANSDALE', 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 'GATA GOT YA, JEANETTE WILL TO', driving her critic to fits. Climbing into the ring, she bends forward at the waist most provocatively, tarrying long enough for her shorts to ride up even higher and giving the spectators a view they won't soon forget... or ever want to.

The women acknowledge each other and before the bell even rings, they start circling, the concentric orbits finally meeting in the middle of the ring as the bell officially brings the match to order.

Jeanette and Ivy tie up in a collar-and-elbow, the women jockeying for position, Lansdale giving a bit of ground first, then the redhead. Ivy breaks the stalemate as she pulls the blonde into a tight headlock, Armstrong immediately wrenching her foe's head viciously. In a flash, Ivy gives up the hold, transferring instead to a hammerlock, Ivy pinning Jeanette's left arm behind her, clasping the limb tight against her back and pulling. She smiles as she draws a pained chirp from Jeanette, Lansdale swinging her free elbow back, but missing, Ivy bobbing and weaving around the effort while keeping the left arm trapped. Jeanette tries again, again without success, but in so doing, twists herself into an off-balance position, and Ivy takes advantage. Scooping Jeanette up under both legs, Ivy sends her flopping to the mat with a backdrop, Armstrong making sure Jeanette's pinned arm remains behind her for the mat-thumping impact.

Lansdale howls as she pulls her folded arm from behind her back and cradles it. Wincing, she rubs her shoulder, unaware that Ivy has moved to a standing straddle of her midsection. Beaming, the pale beauty throws her legs in front of her and buttdrops the tawny tummy of the Rocky Mountain lovely, Jeanette's taut body jackknifing around the impaling denim-clad buttocks of her opponent.

With the blonde's midsection somewhat tenderized, Ivy slides to the side and slithers one of her infamous gams beneath Jeanette, the other closing around her navel. When the legs lock at the ankle on the far side of the blonde's body, Ivy's slender but muscular thighs tense, forcing an 'oooommph' from between Jeanette's ruby lips. Lansdale gasps as Armstrong only increases the pressure, Jeanette only now fully understanding the strength of Ivy's renowned scissors. Sitting up slightly, the blonde pounds at Ivy's legs without success then proceeds to try and pry her way free, Ivy almost giggling at this effort, rewarding Jeanette's attempts with a further tightening of the legs.

"OHHHH-UHHHH."

Jeanette's hands move to her own golden mane, pulling at the hair reflexively, in frustration, the constricting pressure only mounting. Finally, she claws at the canvas for her only escape. Pulling Ivy with her, Jeanette uses her considerable strength to rotate her and Ivy, then maneuvers the final twelve inches to the ropes. She grips the bottom cable and shouts for a break from the ref. The man quickly concurs, though he gives Ivy four seconds to contemplate before the Bama Brawler releases.

Pulling a grimacing, unsure Jeanette to her feet, Ivy whips the tawny blonde beauty to the far ropes, following behind to the middle of the ring. There she sets up for Lansdale's return. Jeanette springs into the ropes and rockets back at her, Ivy sidestepping a collision and sending the blonde flopping to the mat face-first with a drop toehold.

Clambering atop Jeanette, Ivy grabs her legs and, instead of placing her feet on either side and sitting down with a Boston Crab, she plants her feet in Jeanette's back, as if she's riding a surfboard, and yanks back in a cruelly and ingeniously modified Crab, Ivy showing the second-generation depth of her wrestling knowledge. Jeanette is again left fighting the pain of Ivy's devious choreography. She wails, hands in her hair, head shaking 'no', as the ref asks if she wants to end the match. Armstrong responds by curling her spine all the more and tears begin to well in the big dark eyes, but she will not give in. The redhead decides another tact will be necessary and she releases Jeanette from the torturous hold, jumping off her back.

But she does not release the blonde's legs, instead rotating her grip and body to be at Jeanette's feet. She spins Lansdale over to her back and spreads her legs wide. Despite the compromising position, Jeanette does not beg for mercy, knowing she would receive none. Ivy's lips curl into a smirk as she glances at the tiny patch of pink cloth, but instead, she starts to twist her legs with those of Jeanette in preparation for a Figure-4. As she does, Jeanette breaks one leg free, folds it up and sends it rocketing into Ivy's taut backside, Armstrong sent flying up and away. Jeanette scrambles in reverse to gain some breathing room as Ivy gathers her balance and the blonde achingly makes her feet.

A charging Ivy is met head-on in another tie-up, neither woman looking to do anything fancy, both seemingly happy to try an outwrestle the other and it is Ivy who is again rewarded, snatching Jeanette's left arm and twisting it into a painful armbar. Jeanette hops on tiptoes with a frown as Ivy happily twists further still, but suddenly Lansdale swings her free arm into the mix, grabs Ivy's arms and reverses the situation. Now, it is Ivy scowling and cursing as Jeanette tries to wrench Armstrong's arm out of its socket. With Ivy looking ready to reverse back, Jeanette drops to the canvas and sends Ivy flipping across the mat with a textbook armdrag.

Shaking out her arm as she does, Ivy rolls to her feet and spins to put Jeanette in her sights, but the redhead is nearly decapitated with a stiff clothesline, Ivy's back and the back of her skull slamming against the thinly-covered plywood. Trying to show no effect, she unsteadily skips to her feet, only to be planted back to the canvas with more of the same. Stubbornly, she's up one more time, head wobbling, legs jellied and DOWN... WHAM. The ivory-skinned Alabaman is clotheslined to the canvas. This time she remains horizontal, though she does maintain enough sense to awkwardly scramble under the bottom rope and flop to the floor below, effectively acquiring some downtime as the fair-minded blonde doesn't follow her out of the ring. At eight seconds, Ivy slides back in without any interference from a respectful Jeanette.

With a nod of her head, the youngest ever FAWN World Champion bids Jeanette forward then raises her hands high, asking for a test of strength. Jeanette smiles and nods back, eagerly moving to answer, though clearly cautious of Ivy's motives. Armstrong slowly interlocks her fingers with Jeanette, one hand then the other, and instantly both women strain against the other, their gorgeous sweat-slickened bodies straining. Slowly, but just as surely, Ivy's arms shudder, her wrists bent back as Lansdale gains control. And the effort starts to snowball as Ivy's body lowers, her head shaking in disbelief, eyes wide. But, before Jeanette can force the redhead to her knees, the Bama Brawler drives a foot deep into the blonde's solar plexus, doubling her over with a great groan. Ivy breaks free of Jeanette's grip, drops back into the ropes to gain a little momentum, and snatches Jeanette's head as she flies by, spinning her to the deck with a whiplashing swinging neckbreaker. Noticing a certain fatigued vacancy in Lansdale's eyes, Ivy hits a nasty legdrop across Jeanette's throat, sending the blonde's tawny body into spasm, then covers her in a lateral press. ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Showing a hint of frustration, the emerald-eyed beauty slaps Jeanette across the face then pulls Lansdale up with her as she makes her feet. As she does, Jeanette shows off her technical skill, rolling Ivy up in a small package, Armstrong desperately trying to kick free through...

ONE

TWO

With a half a tick left, Ivy breaks out of the package and both women scramble to their feet, Ivy a split-second quicker, Jeanette still showing a hint of rust that couldn't be there against the big-timers. Armstrong leaps into the air and hits the blonde with a perfect dropkick, nailing Lansdale on the jaw and knocking her to the mat in dramatic fashion, Jeanette 'decleated'.

Ivy snatches a handful of her fellow former World Champ's mane and pulls her to her feet.

"Hey sugh," Ivy drawls, "gotta tell ya, ya just ain't the girl you was before."

Folding her right arm to her bosom, Ivy sends a nasty tomahawk chop into Jeanette's chest, the meaty smack reverberating through the arena, picking up many a familiar 'wooo' from the crowd. Grimacing and stumbling back, Jeanette makes an easy target for another and Ivy obliges. 'THWAAAP'. An agonized Jeanette is again put in reverse, her arms pinwheeling after the impact. One more strikes home, sending the blonde reeling to the corner post.

But there Jeanette seems to marshal herself and, with a look of determination more than pain, grabs a surprised Ivy by the shoulders and exchanges their positions. Rearing back, she lands a chop of her own that sends Ivy's upper body vaulting back onto the top buckle, her legs flying off the mat. Climbing onto the bottom rope, one leg on either side of Ivy, Jeanette grabs Armstrong's auburn locks with her left hand and cocks her right, but this time Jeanette has her fingers balled and lets loose with a different barrage altogether. Holding Ivy's head steady, Jeanette sends punch after punch into cheek and chin and temple. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

But before seven can come and the crowd can really get going with their count full bore, Ivy snakes her arms around Jeanette's thighs and lifts her off the ropes, carrying the blonde a couple steps toward the middle of the ring. Tossing Jeanette up slightly, seemingly for a modified reverse Atomic Drop, Ivy is surprised by a resourceful counter, Lansdale quickly wrapping an arm around the back of Ivy's neck and pulling the redhead over as she falls, implanting Armstrong's head into the canvas with a wicked DDT. Ivy's pale body spasms then falls lifeless face down on the mat. Jeanette quickly rolls her over and captures her in a single-leg cradle.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Even though she knows of Ivy's stubborn streak, Jeanette is clearly flabbergasted at the continuation of the match, well aware how well she hit the implant. Still, she's quick to move on, locking on a leg scissors that has Ivy howling for the first time in the match. Treated to a little of her own medicine, Ivy is less than happy, as Jeanette's legs encircle her right gam in a grapevine. Jeanette violently forces the limb out and away from her other leg. Her arms wrap around Ivy's ankle and help pull the leg wider still, eliciting a yelp from the redhead and a pointless demand for her to stop. Ivy tries to shake her leg free then rises to a seated position to try and peel it away, but both efforts are completely fruitless and only draw a firm rebuke from a snarling Jeanette. Armstrong is left to claw at the canvas and work her way to the ropes. Thankfully for the Bama Brawler, they are only a scant foot away and she reaches them before Jeanette can cause further damage.

Now, it's the turn of the rock solid, tawny blonde to 'help' Ivy to her feet, Armstrong limping noticeably as she tries to keep as much weight off her right foot as possible. Raising both arms, Jeanette lands a double judo chop to each trapezius of Ivy. The redhead slumps in pain, groaning from the unusual martial artistry. She rubs her neck as she inclines into the ropes, backside nearly falling through, but Jeanette pulls her out and sends her flying to the far ropes. The Rocky Mountain powerhouse sets up in the middle of the ring and whips her body into a spinning heel kick that isn't pinpoint, but finds enough of Ivy's face to drive her to one knee, the redhead clearly stunned, emerald eyes blinking wide.

Racing back to the ropes where it all started, Jeanette comes bounding off and plants a couple feet from the vulnerable redhead. She leaps, her right leg flying high, a shattering scissor kick hurtling toward Ivy's head, but the second-generation superstar somehow catches the leg, slowing it to a stop inches from its mark. With a swift flowing movement, Ivy takes advantage of Jeanette's exposed positioning and drives a fist between her widened legs, violently pounding her barely-covered pussy. The blonde's lips fall into a silent 'O', her eyes wide, taut body tensing until Ivy rises, captures Jeanette's head atop her shoulder, and drops into a picture perfect stunner that sends Jeanette whiplashing to the deck, hands still buried next to the patch of pink cloth covering her sex. Ivy rolls atop her foe in a sloppy lateral press, Armstrong more intent on quickness than quality regarding her pinning combination. Jeanette moans weakly through...

ONE

TWO

SHOULDER UP.

Ivy slaps the mat, angered but not distracted by the ref's slow count. Rolling Jeanette to her chest, she slides in front of the blonde, back to the mat, and slips her legs under and around the blonde hardbody's neck. A shellshocked Lansdale is slow on the uptake, even as the crowd howls its alarm. Only when Ivy's inverted figure-four sleeper is applied snugly around her neck, Lansdale's glistening, panicky features nestled atop Ivy's denim-covered crotch, does Jeanette realize the gravity of her situation. She gurgles as Ivy throws the first crushing pulse into her Southern Charm and things only deteriorate from there... and quickly. As Jeanette squirms, shifting her body to the left, Ivy grabs her arms and tightens the thighs that could pass for steel bands. The move that brought her the World Championship in style over Portia VanBuren has Jeanette's vision blurring with pinpricks of light, the oxygen starved from her brain, but still she fights on. When the ref calls for the break, Ivy is confused and irate. With Jeanette's arms trapped, Ivy cannot understand, but the ref points out his argument. Whether clever or lucky, Lansdale has managed to drape a leg over the bottom rope and four braincase-bruising seconds later, she is free.

Now, Ivy is upset, and she slaps the taste out of Jeanette's mouth with a forehand then backhand blow. She tries to yank Jeanette away from the ropes, but with consciousness returning, the blonde holds on and pulls herself up. A boot to the gut finally loosens her grip and Ivy slides behind her, wrapping her arms tightly around the taut midsection of the tawny blonde. Her back against the ropes, Ivy gets a wicked idea. Grunting with effort, she lifts Jeanette and, barely, is able to flip her over and out with a belly-to-back suplex. The crowd roars in a standing ovation, but only because Jeanette has somehow managed to remain on the apron, landing upright and holding onto the top rope for dear life. Ivy, unaware of Lansdale's acrobatic escape, raises her arms in triumph and basks, but only until Jeanette regains her balance and slips her right arm around the front of Ivy's neck. Pulling back in dragon sleeper-like fashion, Jeanette avoids Ivy's wildly flailing arms and quickly has the back of the Bam Brawler's neck now perilously positioned over the top rope. Raising her free arm, Jeanette drops to the floor below. Only when forced by the tensile strength of the cable does she release Ivy, the redhead's neck snapping forward, her body whiplashing into the unsuspecting ref, who tumbles like a ton of bricks.

Ivy manages to remain upright, stumbling drunkenly in a wide arc as she massages her neck. She nudges the staggered ref, who rolls to his side and pushes up to all fours, then turns to find her formidable foe. Unfortunately for Ivy, the tawny, blonde hardbody has slid into the ring and is right in front of her, fist cocked. But her second-generation lightning-fast instincts save her. Ivy blocks the strike with a forearm and flashes an eye rake with her free hand, Jeanette squealing in pain.

Blindly, her hands search for Ivy, but it is the redhead who finds a handhold first, snatching Jeanette's left wrist with her left hand and pulling the blonde's left arm around the back of her neck, opening up a clear shot for her raised and ready right.

"Time for a little unscheduled cardio for the fitness freak."

But before Ivy can throw her heart punch, the ref, finally up on unsteady feet, stumbles into her from behind, distracting the Bama Brawler for a split second. The time is all Jeanette needs. With a spinning, twisting do-si-do, the blonde reverses positions and buries a devastating heart punch of her own into the cleft of Ivy's bosom. The power behind the calamitous clout sends Ivy's crystal green eyes rolling back in her head, her body and consciousness turned off like a switch. The lithe, ivory-skinned redhead begins to slowly timber to the mat, but Jeanette catches her, doubles her at the waist and pulls her head between tawny, muscular thighs. From there, the power and athleticism takes over, Jeanette comfortably lifting Ivy into powerbomb position and plastering her to the mat with incredible force.

Ivy's broken body falls into a momentary tremor then goes still, one former World Champion spreadeagled at the feet of another. Slowly, almost delicately, Jeanette matchbooks Ivy's body and waits for the inevitable.

ONE

TWO

THREE.

The PA immediately blares to life, as the crowd roars to its feet.

"YOUR WINNER... JEANETTE LANSDALE."

The blonde releases her matchbook and Ivy starfishes back to the mat. Jeanette softly taps her cheek, bringing Armstrong back to semiconsciousness.

"Wonderful match, Ivy. You were fantastic," Lansdale consoles, as Ivy shakes an attic full of cobwebs, the redhead still not fully comprehending. Ivy's emerald eyes blink wide, her voice little more than a whisper.

"I lost?" she asks, clearly not knowing for sure who she's talking to.

"You lost," Jeanette notes softly, "but it was very close. Great match."

Jeanette hands Ivy off to an attendant, rises to her full height and stalks the ring, finding a standing ovation waiting. This was life in FAWN the way she wished to remember and now was again. She had claimed victory against a top notch opponent and even if there was a measure of good fortune involved, she had made enough of it on her own to claim the victory as well-earned. From here, anywhere in the FAWN universe was in sight. Whether she would make it to where she desired, only the future would decide.

WINNER: Jeanette Lansdale