Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:05:42 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. Please welcome back to the FAWN Arena… MALLORY SLADE!”
Those assembled did all that and more when Escape the Fate’s ‘One For The Money’ hit the big speakers that flanked the stage. The initial pop drew out for several more seconds before the woman in question tore through the curtain with all the grace ascribed to her nickname. Already moving at a dead run, the tawny brunette stunner slammed the brakes halfway down the long aisle to take in her surroundings. Turning in a slow circle, she spread her arms wide and glanced to the fans on either side. Breaking into a smile that always seemed to ignite camera flashes, Slade called, “IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK, ORLANDO! REMIND ME… WHAT TIME IS IT?”
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied in a chorus several thousand strong.
“Damned straight.” Mal confirmed with a hard smile. With that she finished her run down the ramp in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For her first match on FAWN PPV since returning from a summer long tour with OWWL, she sported a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slowing to a stalk as she reached the shadow of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked from one end to the other. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in her canvas battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Acknowledging their support with a final wave, Mal promptly offered wrists, knees and elbows to Nick Castle, but it would be a lie to say her mind was anywhere other than the curtain and the woman waiting on the other side.
After a few moments of silence the Announcer piped up once more. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Heartbroken throng turned the vitriol up to 11, their former heroine’s strong (and ultimately unsettled) showing against the Daughter of Darkness not nearly enough to undo the hurts she’d heaped upon them the last few years. As unmoved by their disdain as ever, Jenny Jacobs brushed through the curtain and took a few moments to survey the crowd (yep, still obnoxious) before turning her attention to the equally obnoxious Aussie import. Blue eyes narrowing when Slade took a step forward, Jenny raised the J’s overhead only to turn ‘em into double birds which she tucked into invisible holsters on each hip before starting down the aisle.
Ignoring the massed jeers in favor of staring a hole through Slade, Jacobs couldn’t smirk when the haters quieted down for her passing. And why shouldn’t they? Tonight she was decked out in the black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, bruised purple while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. It was an iconic look for the Innovator, one that never failed to seize the attention of supporter and detractor alike. Even so, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds remained silent as she made her way down the ramp. Her slow, patient stalking ended at the aisle, Jacobs bursting into a blurred sprint that took her under the bottom rope and well past middle ring before she bounded to her feet. Mallory was already coming to greet her, unfortunately Castle was well prepared for such an occasion and he sent the Aussie back to her corner before they could exchange nothing more than dirty looks.
The Innovator was sorely tempted to flip her off, instead she extended her arms so the ref could do his final inspection right then and there. No words were exchanged but the message was clear enough. “See this, kitty? I don’t need anything else to kick your ass.’
Jenny Jacobs was hardly thrilled to see Mallory Slade waiting in the opposite corner. Far as the Innovator was concerned, the beating she’d doled out at Summer Swelter had sent the brunette packing to the other side of the world for almost seven months. But now she was back, clearly hoping that those ass whoopings were a distant memory. Jacobs smiled ever so slightly. She most certainly had not forgotten putting Slade through the wringer and she was more than happy to remind the so-called Tigress and her fans just what happened when they crossed paths. Some might’ve considered the match a lateral move or even a setback, Jenny however decided to treat it as an announcement and she looked forward to doing so. Spanking a wrestler the caliber of Mallory Slade was always good for business and love her or hate her (the NorCal Sensation leaned heavily toward the latter) Slade wasn’t a pack hunter. So Jenny wouldn’t have to worry about the Church, the Court or Wicked sticking their noses in her business. The thought of Wicked close by sent an unpleasant tingle down Jenny’s spine and she almost spared a look around ringside but then the bell CLANGED and she was once again all in on making the Tigress her rug for the third and final time.
Speaking of the Tigress, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a series of adductor stretches that drew a murmur of applause from situated behind her corner. Slade barely noticed, she had eyes for Jacobs and no one else. Dropping the match at Summer Swelter had stung tremendously but it hadn’t stopped her from practically begging Bethany Christian for a rematch at Red, White & Bruised. The executive had seemed on the verge of agreeing before the OWWL deal materialized and sent Mal and a handful of other FAWN stars on a prolonged tour of Australia and Japan. Getting to perform for her countrymen was a dream come true for Slade and she relished every minute of it, yet the losses to Jenny Jacobs were never too far from her mind and now she couldn’t wait to-- the bell interrupted her thoughts.
Pleased to see the blonde coming for her without so much as a hint of snark, Mallory straightened and headed out to meet her, the Tigress hunched forward in a springy grappler’s crouch after no more than three steps from the buckles.
Jenny mirrored the brunette’s crouch with one of her own, though stayed a little higher just in case-- Mallory shot in low, swiping out a hand that would’ve hooked Jacobs’ ankle if she hadn’t twisted away with a whisper to spare. Slade recovered quicker than most, the only reason she wasn’t caught flat-footed when the blonde lunged forward and hooked an arm around her left thigh. Not about to give Jacobs a Single-Leg Takedown, Mallory caught her rival in a Front Facelock and bore down hard enough to stymie the effort.
“Let go of my leg, JenNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny did as ordered only to cinch both arms around Slade’s waist so she could take her up, over and DOWN onto her back with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! Pressing down on Mal’s thighs after impact, Jenny pushed onto tiptoe to keep the bridge steady through…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx9Yk1ZY1KY
ONE…
TWO…
Slade CRAAACKED her opponent’s tummy with both hands, forcing Jenny to roll to one knee simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Catching a handful of Mallory’s ponytail as the Aussie scrambled to verticality, Jacobs put a shimmy in her knees with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then twisted around behind and wrenched her right arm overhead with a Half Nelson. Free hand palming the brunette’s tummy, Double J thumped a single Kneelift into Slade’s backside and cooed, “Welcome back to the big leagues, kitten.” Then she dipped her knees and tore Mallory off her feet for a nasty Half Nelson BackbrNO!
The Tigress floated free at the apex, Slade actually using her trapped arm to control her swing behind the startled Innovator. Mal trapped Jenny’s arms the instant she’d touched down, wrenching them behind the former World Champion’s back in a snug Double Chickenwing. In the same breath she sank into a deep crouch and slid through Jacobs’ legs to pull the other wrestler back and down onto her shoulders with an Australian style German Suplex that made up in speed and leverage what it lacked in power. Gluing Jenny to the canvas with a bridge of her own, Slade was all smiles as the official counted…
AUSTRALIAN STYLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OSjaRY7P0Y
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny popped her hips and rolled backward, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds escaping with a full second to spare. Regarding one another from near identical crouches, Mallory and Jenny didn’t so much as twitch until they were certain the other wasn’t about to pounce. Thus satisfied, they got to their feet and began to circle.
“Good to be back, Jenny.” Slade told the blonde as their rotations grew tighter. “Nice to know you didn’t forget about me.”
“How could I ever forget about you?” their fingers were brushing now. “Beating your ass brings me so much joy!”
Lack of distance didn’t make the clinch any softer, if anything the ‘SMECK!’ of tummy on tummy was that much louder when the rivals came together. Pushing and shoving like they’d wrestled last week instead of last summer, blonde and brunette went back ‘n forth almost half a dozen times before the Innovator wedged the heel of her palm beneath Mallory’s nose and used it to march her into the nearest corner. Jacobs didn’t crowd in once the Aussie’s butt was in the buckles, but she didn’t remove her encroaching hand either, in fact she continued to grind it in until Long strode over and said, “Break it up, Jenny!” Jacobs pulled that hand away, the other rose up and patted Mallory’s cheek with maddening gentleness. “Welcome home, kitten.” she whispered.
Slade yearned to slap the blonde’s mouth somewhere into the lower deck, but she only smiled when Jenny backed away. She knew the game the Innovator was playing and she wasn’t about to let Jacobs manipulate her so easily. Allowing herself an extra second or two in the corner, Mallory came out looking for a Lock-Up and Jenny didn’t deny her for a sec-- “Eeeerrrggghhh!” Slade snatched her rival’s right wrist and spun through two lightning-quick Arm Wringers before settling into a taut Wristlock. Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ (more from irritation than pain) then pushed up on her captured hand and spun-- “NNGGGHHH!” The Tigress yanked her right back to start, actually a little beyond start because the NorCal Sensation bent almost double to alleviate the worst of the torque.
“You wrestled on the other side of the world for half a year and you come backing showing off a Wristlock?” Jenny grumbled. “Talk about a wasted opportunRRGH!”
Mallory pushed onto her toes and bent the American’s hand toward her forearm. “Seems to be keeping you busy, JJ. What’s the matter? Forgot how to defend yourself while you were playing on Easy Mode all summer?”
Jenny snorted. “Bytch, you ARE Easy Mo--”
Under no illusions that she could contain the Innovator with such a simple hold for much longer, Mallory Slade twisted around behind Jacobs and folded that trapped arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. Taking it a step further, she slipped her right arm through the triangle created between bicep and forearm and curled her left arm around the blonde’s neck to secure-- Jenny backpedaled until she felt Mallory reach the ropes, then she spun around quick as she could and hooked her free arm around the top strand.
Mallory slooooooowly withdrew her left arm, though the Chickenwing stayed in place long enough for her to pat Jenny’s straining backside. Lips against the blonde’s ear, she purred, “Thanks for welcoming me back, Jenny. I missed this. I really did.”
Jacobs held her tongue just as Slade had done earlier, though her urge to drive an elbow into the brunette’s chin might’ve been a tiny bit stronger. Rounding on her adversary once there was some distance between them, Jenny looked her up and down, the former World Champion apparently searching for confirmation. After a moment she asked, “You’re going to force my hand, aren’t you? You want me to break you in the middle of this ring.”
The Tigress shook her head ‘no’. “Not exactly. I want you to TRY to break me, so I can show the whole world that you CAN’T!”
That prophecy was fresh off her lips when Jacobs stormed into the breach with a Clothesline swinging for Mal’s sterNO! Slade dipped underneath, spun on her heel, then caught the blonde under her left arm and laid out on her right hip to sling Jacobs to the mat with a deep Armdrag! Jenny came down flat, popped to boot-leather and gave chase to the Aussie, who’d headed for the ropes a heartbeat prior. A Haymaker awaited Slade’s return but she declined the generous offer via a Baseball Slide that sent her through the NorCal Sensation’s legs. Back up just in time to meet Jacobs’ advance, turned into the charging grappler and slung her to the deck with her second Arm Drag in all of five seconds!
ARM DRAGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kB9_dpK80-o
Both wrestlers bounced up like the mat was electric, only this time it was Slade swinging for the fences and Jacobs catching the proffered arm mid-strike to toss the Tigress with an Arm Drag of her own.
JAPANESE ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rATOcZ8wr00
Mal hit, rolled through, got up and THWHAP! walked right into the Standing Dropkick Jenny stapled to her chin! “Yeah, gotcha a good one, didn’t I?” Jacobs chided as the brunette rolled to all fours and tried to clear the cobwebs. Feeling no particular interest in an answer, Jenny smacked the back of Slade’s head for the hell of it, then ran the ropes at her back. Slade heard the blonde go and scrambled to her feet to make ready for her return, meaning she was in the perfect position to catch the Californian in a Gutwrench when Jacobs-- Jenny spun through Mallory’s grip, cinched both legs around her head and kept right on twisting, all the better to wrench Slade off her feet with a Tilt-a-Whirl HeadScisNOOOO! Mallory transformed the would-be tumble into a flawless front flip that earned her a round of raucous applause from the capacity crowd!
Quashing the urge to bask in the moment, Slade honed in on Jacobs quick as a wink so she could fire off a Super Kick at the Innovator as soon as she got to her-- Jenny caught Mallory’s ankle barely an inch shy of her chin, much to the crowd’s dismay. “Finally caught me.” Slade muttered as she balanced on one foot. “So what’re you going to do with me?”
Jacobs flashed a wicked smile. “Wouldn’t you like to--” she tossed the Tigress’ leg to one side and immediately dropped into a slight crouch, a precaution that paid dividends when Mal used every bit of that momentum to come out the other side with a Dragon Whip that would’ve dimmed the lights of a woman that didn’t think three steps ahead. Cursing under her breath when the counter came up dry, Mallory hurried to her feet and CRAAACK! The Innovator left her mark in the form of a palm-shaped welt emblazoned across the right half of her rival’s incredulous face!
“Want another one, Tigress?!” Jenny barked over the rumbling ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ buzz of the FAWNatics. “That’s a Jenny Jacobs Participation Award and I’m handing ‘em out all over--”
THWHACK!
The second Super Kick didn’t miss, Mallory striking like sudden tragedy with a pinpoint shot that caromed off the blonde’s jaw! Jenny’s head snapped back and she stumbled awkwardly but otherwise kept her footing, which would’ve been great if Slade hadn’t already lined up a third Super Kick and TWHACKED it against the base of her skull!
SUPER KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPG-8OlS_Kw
The NorCal Sensation made for the ropes in a drunken swoon without actually going down, so Mallory put both hands between the blonde’s shoulders and sent her off with a hearty shove to make sure she got there without incident. In this endeavor Jenny was successful, though she didn’t currently possess the wherewithal to hook an arm over the top rope or even put her back to them. Bouncing away from the rubber-coated steel with all the grace of a newborn foal, she wandered into the waiting arms of Mallory Slade, who caught a Waistlock only long enough to turn the American inside out with a Snap German Suplex! Jenny rolled through to her knees, cradled both arms to the back of her head and crumpled out flat, one foot tapping an erratic, lonely beat on the canvas.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWLsUNvD_cA
Plenty of FAWNatics urged Mal to shovel the blonde over and go for a cover, but the Tigress had other ideas. Settling down on Jacobs’ left side, Slade grabbed a handful of waistband and lifted Jenny’s hips high enough to slip a leg underneath her tummy. Then she slid her other leg across the Innovator’s lower back, crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “AAAAHHHHHH FUUUUGGGHHHH!” Jenny forgot all about her head thanks to the trash compactor cinched around her ribs, the trapped battler bracing one hand against the mat while the other scrabbled and worried at her opponent’s straining stems.
Mallory paid the defense no mind, she set her own hands flat and hoisted her body off the canvas by several inches to add that much more pressure to Jacobs’ midsection. “Slap me one more time and I’ll break your ribs, swear to God I will.” Slade spat after ten seconds of gut-churning silence. She returned to the mat, grabbed a handful of Jenny’s sweat-damp hair and pulled hard enough to make the blonde hiss through clenched teeth. “I mean it, Jenny. Don’t test me unless you’re willing to--”
“Stuff it up your ass.” Jacobs grunted. “Any hack can make threats, it takes some actual backbone to act on them. And kitten, I’ve had Cassandra Vale put me through a window, not to mention that time Lisa Dream tried to use my head as a f*cking sledgehammer, so you’ll pardon me if I don’t sweat your goddamned Scissors very EEEEERRRRRRRRRHHHHH!” Mallory redoubled her efforts, the power of those crushing thighs forcing Jenny to curl up on her forehead and forearms.
Having officiated enough of the Australian’s matches to understand what she could do with a simple Bodyscissors, Nick leaned over the action to ask, “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Not yet she doesn’t.” Mal answered for the blonde. “And even if she did, she wouldn’t tell you. Jenny’s one of those that would rather pass out than admit she can’t beat my legs. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
“You’d have to knock me out to find out.” Jenny’s hands were flat again, her fingers digging into the canvas. “And you’re gonna abandon these Scissors long before RRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mallory bore down once more, but this time Jenny didn’t collapse. Rather she shifted onto her elbows and began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes. Those assembled for Thrills, Chills & Spills lit into a boisterous ‘TAP!’ chant, alas the disgraced former leader of the Jacobites disappointed them yet again by continuing on her journey with no sign of succumbing to the Tigress’ gammy maw. As for Mallory, she stayed with Jenny most of the way, alternately constricting and relaxing the Scissors to ensure the blonde never quite knew what to expect. Jacobs was still a good eighteen inches from freedom when Mal relinquished the hold and cupped both ears instead. Partially overwhelmed as oxygen flooded into her lungs, Jenny didn’t understand the danger of her new situation until Slade hauled her to verticality and promptly segued into a Fireman’s Carry. Back to the center in only a few steps, Mallory turned in slow circle before she slung the Innovator’s legs out around front and laid out on her back so that Jenny came down with every bit of her weight atop the brunette’s upraised knees! Deflated by the Stomach Pump in most emphatic fashion, Jenny bounced off her attacker’s knees just to get caught in a snug Back Press good for…
STOMACH PUMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vv-rq1zoYcE
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs kicked out a heartbeat after ‘TWO!’ but immediately crumpled onto her side and curled in a loose ball. This was just the sort of reaction Slade wanted so rather than question the official about the count, she collected a handful of hair and dragged the NorCal Sensation to boot-leather. She enjoyed the benefits of true verticality for all of a few seconds before Mallory slipped an arm between her legs and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder for what would’ve been a perfect Scoop Slam if she’d ya know, actually did any slamming. Instead the Tigress made her way to the nearest corner, wedged Double J in against the buckles and made short work of wedging her boots beneath the short length of steel that connected the turnbuckle to the ring-post.
Smiling as she took a seat on the middle strand directly to her blonde’s left, Slade said, “Hope you’ve been doing plenty of crunches, girl. You’re going to need them.”
Jenny grunted, tried to curl her way to a seat and got her tummy slapped for the trouble. “Why, those scrawny ass legs of yours going to tickle me into submission? Get real, bytCHHHUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!”
Mal brought her legs up, threaded them around the American’s waist and squeezed until her thighs and calves shredded into shadowy relief beneath the overhead lights. Well and truly strapped to the Banyan Tree of Woe, Jenny didn’t even bother trying to fight her way out, she simply grabbed hold of the middle rope and shook it like a madwoman until the zebra hurried over and said, “Gotta let her go, c’mon, don’t make me ask twice.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” she jostled the Scissors a little harder, forcing Jacobs into a wheezy moan. “You just have to count!”
‘FOUR!’ earned the Innovator her freedom, Jenny drawing in great tearing gasps once Slade finally relinquished her vise. Unfortunately for Jenny being free of the Scissors didn’t mean she was free of the Tree and her escape efforts hit a roadblock when Mal CRAAACKED another stiff Slap to her abs. “Cheap bytch!” Jacobs snapped as the brunette strutted away. “I’m in the ropes!”
“I know, I put you there!” Mal chirped from halfway across the squared circle. “Don’t worry cutie, I’ll get you down!” Jenny didn’t like her tone in the slightest, nor did she like the patter of boots that told her the Australian was closing in rapidly. Gnashing her teeth for what came next, she curled up just enough to grab the top rope, then she hauled herself all the way to a slumped seat to *barely* avoid the Baseball Slide Dropkick Slade sent through the space so recently occupied by her nogg--there was a THWHUMP followed by a wail which was in turn swallowed by the sympathetic anguish of the crowd as the unyielding steel post split Mal’s wickets in cruelly emphatic fashion.
Jenny was perhaps the only soul in the FAWN Arena not moved by this calamity, in fact the former World Champion was positively beaming as she made it to one knee and maneuvered around so she was facing the ring. “What’s the matter, puss?” she taunted. “Crotch not QUITE as tough as you imagined?”
“Guuuuhhhh… go piss up a rope.” Slade managed to put some steel in her voice even though she felt like she was on the verge of throwing up. “I didn’t know ducking for cover was one of your six million moNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jenny leapt from the high rent district with one knee drawn tight to her chest! The sold out crowd blanched at the thought of an unprotected Stomp to the back of Mallory’s skull, then jeered in full throated disdain when Jacobs actually stomped the mat beside Slade’s head so she could scuff a derisive little kick across the vulnerable woman’s cheek! “OOOHHH WHAT’S WRONG?” Jenny shouted at the jeering throng. “I could’ve ended this just now, instead I’m prolonging her humiliation for your entertainment! You neck beards should be THANKING me!”
The boos raining down after this statement confirmed Jenny’s suspicions that they were nothing but a bunch of selfish ingrates so rather than pander to them she decided to entertain herself. Slipping through the ropes without so much as a word, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds grabbed Mal’s ankles and took a single giant step backward. Mal cringed, dug her claws into the mat and tried to crawl away only for Jenny to pull a little harder. “Innovator my ass.” the Tigress grunted. “You’re f*cking delighted to win a match inside a girl’s trunks, aren’t NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny eased the pressure for a moment, but only so she could brace one foot against the ring-post and pull that much harder. “I’ll win a match wherever I damned well please.” Jacobs ignored the prattle of the official in favor of countering the brunette’s slander. “And need I remind you,” she YANKED on Slade’s ankles to do just that, “you put YOURSELF in this position because you couldn’t land a f*cking Dropkick!”
The ref was still droning on, only now he’d gone above ‘TEN!’ and though Jenny would’ve loved to Wishbone a surrender out of this poseur she wanted to do it in the middle of the ring so that there was absolutely no question of Slade’s unworthiness. With that in mind she slid under the bottom rope, bounced to her feet and promptly delivered a single Snap Leg Drop across the back of her opponent’s head.
SNAP LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTJGI5jsFqw
Already slowed by the hellacious crotch-on-post torture, Mallory could muster no defense against the Leg Drop, meaning she was well and truly stunned when Jacobs wrapped her ponytail around one fist and draaaaaaagged her away from the corner. “I’m sure you’d LIKE to see some of my best work,” Jenny muttered once they’d reached the center of the ring. “I bet you’d love to steal it, then claim I was jealous and trying to hold you back when I called you out on your bullshyt.”
“Yuuuhhh… you’re crazy.” Slade huffed. “I never stole anything from NNGGGHHH!”
Jacobs spanked a vicious right hook into her opponent’s liver, then wedged her head beneath Mal’s left arm when the Aussie’s legs threatened to give out. Hooking her right arm around the other woman’s waist while her left hand palmed the back of Slade’s left thigh, Double J muscled the Tigress onto the point of her right shoulder and held her there for a long five count, more than enough to swing through a slow circle that showed off Mal’s squirming backside to the whole of the arena. Coming off the far side she swung Slade forward and down and sank to one knee, just THWHUMPING her rival’s tailbone against that nastily posted joint.
STALLING ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8S-c6N17Xss
Mallory jolted onto tiptoe in the wake of the Atomic Drop, both hands flying to her-- Jenny slid her right arm under Slade’s right bicep and wrenched up, trapping the limb in a Half Nelson. Then she caught a handful of those tiger-print togs and muscled the bendyback high into the air, Mal’s long legs swinging up in a hapless arc that only grew more pronounced when Jacobs settled into some hateful genuflection and damned near snapped the Australian stunner in half across her knee.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqfQn5a0MZ8
The power of the Backbreaker should’ve bounced Mallory from her tormentor’s grasp, but Jenny kept both hooks sunk deep and used the residual momentum to return both wrestlers to their feet. Jacobs dropped her hips immediately thereafter and peeled off a gorgeous bridge that THAWHUMPED Slade down hard on the back of her head and shoulders. Ankles somewhere up around her ears in the wake of the Half Nelson Suplex, Mal wasn’t even twitching when the ref swooped in beside the action and counted off…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVYrJW7SRl4
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Tigress twisted to one side, wresting free of the predicament with just enough time to make sure the official didn’t have to throw a warning at the Timekeeper. A less creative individual might’ve wasted valuable time and energy arguing with the ref over such a near fall, but Jenny’s creativity was matched only by her desire to punish her adversaries and so she set out to do just that. Boots planted on either side of the brunette’s hips (facing her feet) Jacobs bent over, took hold of Slade’s ankles and neatly tucked the left shin behind the right knee before folding that leg down over the encroaching limb. From there she reached through the center of this gammy knot to better control Mallory’s right ankle, which in turn allowed her haul the grounded bendyback up through her own stems to leave Slade trapped in a handstand with both legs trapped and her back straining beneath the burden of a nastily modified Jacobs’ Ladder!
INVERTED JACOBS' LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z59SX_tNW00
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Mal broke through her torpor at once and tried scrambling toward the ropes, however leverage was in short supply and she only made it a few ‘steps’ before Jenny marched her back to start.
“It’s not that I’m tired of pinning you in front of the whole world,” Jenny explained as she continued to bounce and crank the other wrestler’s trapped legs, “I just really want to hear your voice crack when you have to submit!”
Slade waved off the official’s query, then dug in her claws and regained a few lost inches. “You think this is going to make me submit?” she barked. “It’s going to take a lot more than turning me upside down to get the EEERRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny increased the torque and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward, the methodical blonde veteran bringing Slade’s heels quite a bit closer to the small of her back. “Everyone says they’re too tough to submit. Everyone says they won’t give me the satisfaction.” Jenny dipped a little deeper then straightened up on tiptoe, an adjustment that actually alleviated some of the pressure on Mal’s spine at the cost of torturing both knees. “And then I lock them down in the middle of the mat and it’s only a matter of time before the crying starts. Are you going to cry, Tigress? Or maybe you’re one of the few who will actually beg the ref to let you KEEP fighting even though it’s obvious you can’t defend yourseOOOOW BYTCH!”
Mallory shifted all her weight to her right hand so she could raaaaaaake the left down the bare of expanse of Jacobs’ left thigh. “I don’t quit and I sure as hell don’t beg.” Slade growled after she’d scored the NorCal Sensation’s leg a few more times. “But when it comes to exposing paranoid witches, I always find a NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNHHH!”
Jenny pumped her left knee into the washboard of Mal’s tummy, then scraped the toe of her boot against the brunette’s chin. “You’re good. I’m great. Get over it.”
Incensed by the dismissive treatment, Slade halted her clawing to swat the Californian’s foot away from her face. “Do that again and you’ll regret it, girl.”
“What, this?” Jenny resumed scraping at Mal’s face, the well-scuffed toe buffing the Aussie’s features bright-- “FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHYT!” Jacobs threw back her head in a piercing shriek because Slade abandoned the thigh rake for a white-knuckle grip on the former World Champion’s crotch!
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU, HUH? WHAT DID I TELL YOU, TUFF GIRL?” the brunette shouted as she continued to worry and rake at Jenny’s trunks. “C’MON JJ, LET’S SEE YOU INNOVATE YOUR WAY OUT OF--”
Jacobs halved her control on Slade’s legs so she could PWAAAK a straight right hand into the center of those tiger-striped briefs! Mallory sobbed and would’ve collapsed to the deck if the Innovator hadn’t caught her around the upper thighs before gravity took over. Holding Mal helpless in a snug Wheelbarrow, Jacobs swallowed her own aches and pains to slooooowly muscle her prey from six to midnight. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kept her there for a moment, then dropped her hips and snapped backward in a gorgeous bridge that THAWHUMPED Slade down high and tight on the back of her head. Up on her toes a few heartbeats ahead of the ref, Jacobs bounced the bridge in time to the count of…
WHEELBARROW GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hUh9iP38ls
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Mallory twisted free of the Waistlock and settled out flat on her belly with one arm cradling the back of her head and the other massaging the small of her back.
Jenny came up on one knee and sighed, but it was a satisfied sigh, the sound of someone who knew the hardest work was over. “I know that look.” she chided the Aussie. “Too many hurts to deal with at once. I could tell you it’ll get better, but that would be a lie.” Slade replied with an incoherent grunt, so Jacobs administered a single ‘respect your betters’ stomp to her backside en route to the corner directly behind the tired Tigress. Swinging around once she reached the buckles, Jenny boosted herself onto the second strand, then raised the J’s and brought them together to frame her next bit of offensive artistry. “Poor kitty. You tried to hard and it still wasn’t… what the f*ck?”
MINA MURRAY:
The NorCal Sensation’s focus shifted to the aisle on the far side of the squared circle, where Mina Murray had just hopped over the guardrail. The Scandalous blonde offered her a little wave and called, “You got this, JJ! Finish the skank!”
LUCY HARKER:
Another murmur from the right and damned if Lucy Harker wasn’t there too, the perpetually smirking brunette already tipping a salute in Jacobs’ direction. “Told’ja we’d watch your back, Jenny.”
Jenny didn’t answer, she snapped her head left and yes, Daphne Dufresne was patrolling that side, which meant she was almost surrounded by Wickedness. Sensing the blonde’s discomfort, the Gatecrasher flashed her a winning smile and said, “We got the Church AND the Court on lock, babe. But you’ve still gotta deal with her.”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
Jenny spat something unprintable and promptly honed in on Mallory Slade, who’d just regained her footing. A single sharp whistle turned Mal in her direction and Jacobs was off, the sturdy blonde battler somersaulting toward and then over the Australian’s noggin to take her down with a textbook BlockbusNOOOOOO! Slade took a step back, that tiny bit of space enough for her to catch Jenny’s noggin in a loose Facelock. Snatching the Innovator’s waistband to strengthen her grip, Mallory wobbled precariously for a second, then ‘hupped’ the Californian up and laid out on her back to THAWHONK the crown of Jacobs’ skull onto the thinly-sheathed plywood with a breathtaking Brainbuster!
MID-AIR BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyWJ6s6R12I
Seemingly unaware of their ringside visitors, Mallory buried her hands in Jenny’s hair and hauled her up on jellied legs. Swinging into position on the blonde’s right side, Slade hooked her right arm under Jacobs’ right bicep so she could palm the back of her neck Half Nelson style. In the same breath she sent her left hand through Jenny’s gams so she could catch hold of the other wrestler’s dangling left wrist. Soon as the Pumphandle was secure the Tigress boosted Jenny onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and twisted hard right to THWHAM the groggy battler into the canvas with every bit of malfeasance she could muster. Left an insensate starfish by the Picnic At Hanging Rock, Jenny didn’t even ‘ooofffh’ when Mal took a seat on her chest and hooked the left leg in a gaudy half Matchbook. On their feet when the ref dove into place beside the action, the capacity crowd joined him in tolling…
PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ACJ0cdsL5E
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Tigress of Tallong tossed Jacobs’ leg aside and rose to her full height, Mal raising both arms in an exuberant ‘V’ while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
“Tied it up, girl.” Slade huffed to no one in particular. “Tied it up and now I’m gonna blow past ya in the home…” her words trailed off when she noticed Lucy Harker leaning against the guardrail. Pivoting on one heel, Mal’s general unease teetered at the brink of full-on alarm by the time she’d noted Mina and Daphne. Positioning herself next to Castle, the brunette asked, “How long have these three jackals been here?”
“Not long.” the Senior Official replied. “I think they showed up right before Jenny came off the middle rope.”
Slade frowned, her gaze constantly sweeping between the Wicked trio. “And they didn’t mess with Jenny? Or me?”
“Their arrival might’ve thrown Jenny off her game, but they didn’t actually lift a finger, far as I can tell.”
Understandably leery about positioning herself between Jacobs and the newcomers, Mallory maintained her post beside Nick even as she honed in on Lucy Harker. “What’s your game, Lucy?”
Harker’s answering shrug was slow and remarkably insolent. “Just keeping an eye on our friend Jenny… and you, of course. Wanted to make sure you hadn’t lost a step when you were off playing in Oz.”
Slade bristled at the implication. “Come through these ropes, I’ll show you how I play.”
“You sure that’s wise, kitty?” Mina teased. “The odds are already stacked against you, if we were so inclined to exploit them. And it looks like they’re about to get even worse.” The Scandalous blonde pointed down about the time Jenny Jacobs sat up and rolled to her hands and knees.
“I know you consider yourself a hunter.” Daphne called from the Australian’s six. “So you have to understand the value of strategic retreat, especially when you’re outnumbered by potentially threatening targets.”
Slade rounded on the Gatecrasher. “Potentially threatening? That’s a bit of an understatement, wouldn’t you say, Daphne?”
“Not at all. In truth I think we’ve been quite peaceable thus far. After all, if we were here for you--”
“We’d have had you already.” Murray snickered.
“Cede the ring, Mallory.” Lucy called. “We’re here for a word with Jenny, that’s all.”
Mallory loathed the idea of slinking off after such an important victory, but she was in no condition to fend off their combined forces, especially if Jacobs was an unofficial fourth. “I won’t forget this.” she told Lucy.
“I’m sure you won’t. And we can discuss it later… if you’d like.”
Slade didn’t reply, she just peeled off from Castle, dipped through the ropes nearest the ramp and started up the ramp.
Slinking into the ring once the brunette had disappeared through the curtain, Wicked closed ranks on the Innovator, though they stopped when Nick raised a warning hand. “Don’t even think about it, ladies.”
“Think about what?” Mina asked innocently. “We’re here to check on Jenny. How ya feelin’, Jenny?”
Jacobs rose to one knee, regarded the other blonde with narrow, angry eyes. “Paranoid. On edge. Twitchy even.”
“You’re still having trust issues, then.” Dufresne said with a faint smile. “Know what will make those go away? Standing beside us, rather than across from us.”
“We can be a shield, you saw that at CNP.” Lucy added. “But we can also be a distraction, unfortunately. It’s no fun worrying about us, Jenny.”
“So don’t worry. Join.” Mina purred.
The NorCal Sensation stood up. “Your sales pitch sucks. I lost out on a World Title opportunity in November and tonight I got spiked in a match I should’ve won all because you three can’t leave me the hell alone.”
“Oh I’m sorry, saving you from a mauling from the Church and the Court wasn’t enough?” Harker snapped. “Fine. You’re a hard sell, someone who won’t show loyalty without incontrovertible proof of good faith. Ask and ye shall receive.” Lucy exchanged a look with Mina and Daphne. They nodded, then turned around and headed back the way they’d came.
Regarding their departure with pronounced skepticism, Jenny said, “That’s it, huh? Nothing but a promise of good faith? When the hell am I going to see that?”
“Whenever we believe it will serve you best.” Lucy said without missing a beat. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
The brunette formed her left hand into a ‘W’ and blew Jacobs a kiss over her flattened palm before melting into the crowd behind her friends.
“What kind of game are they playing?” Castle grumbled after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“I have no idea.” Jenny answered. “And that scares the shyt out of me.”
Those assembled did all that and more when Escape the Fate’s ‘One For The Money’ hit the big speakers that flanked the stage. The initial pop drew out for several more seconds before the woman in question tore through the curtain with all the grace ascribed to her nickname. Already moving at a dead run, the tawny brunette stunner slammed the brakes halfway down the long aisle to take in her surroundings. Turning in a slow circle, she spread her arms wide and glanced to the fans on either side. Breaking into a smile that always seemed to ignite camera flashes, Slade called, “IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK, ORLANDO! REMIND ME… WHAT TIME IS IT?”
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied in a chorus several thousand strong.
“Damned straight.” Mal confirmed with a hard smile. With that she finished her run down the ramp in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For her first match on FAWN PPV since returning from a summer long tour with OWWL, she sported a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slowing to a stalk as she reached the shadow of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked from one end to the other. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in her canvas battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Acknowledging their support with a final wave, Mal promptly offered wrists, knees and elbows to Nick Castle, but it would be a lie to say her mind was anywhere other than the curtain and the woman waiting on the other side.
After a few moments of silence the Announcer piped up once more. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Heartbroken throng turned the vitriol up to 11, their former heroine’s strong (and ultimately unsettled) showing against the Daughter of Darkness not nearly enough to undo the hurts she’d heaped upon them the last few years. As unmoved by their disdain as ever, Jenny Jacobs brushed through the curtain and took a few moments to survey the crowd (yep, still obnoxious) before turning her attention to the equally obnoxious Aussie import. Blue eyes narrowing when Slade took a step forward, Jenny raised the J’s overhead only to turn ‘em into double birds which she tucked into invisible holsters on each hip before starting down the aisle.
Ignoring the massed jeers in favor of staring a hole through Slade, Jacobs couldn’t smirk when the haters quieted down for her passing. And why shouldn’t they? Tonight she was decked out in the black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, bruised purple while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. It was an iconic look for the Innovator, one that never failed to seize the attention of supporter and detractor alike. Even so, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds remained silent as she made her way down the ramp. Her slow, patient stalking ended at the aisle, Jacobs bursting into a blurred sprint that took her under the bottom rope and well past middle ring before she bounded to her feet. Mallory was already coming to greet her, unfortunately Castle was well prepared for such an occasion and he sent the Aussie back to her corner before they could exchange nothing more than dirty looks.
The Innovator was sorely tempted to flip her off, instead she extended her arms so the ref could do his final inspection right then and there. No words were exchanged but the message was clear enough. “See this, kitty? I don’t need anything else to kick your ass.’
Jenny Jacobs was hardly thrilled to see Mallory Slade waiting in the opposite corner. Far as the Innovator was concerned, the beating she’d doled out at Summer Swelter had sent the brunette packing to the other side of the world for almost seven months. But now she was back, clearly hoping that those ass whoopings were a distant memory. Jacobs smiled ever so slightly. She most certainly had not forgotten putting Slade through the wringer and she was more than happy to remind the so-called Tigress and her fans just what happened when they crossed paths. Some might’ve considered the match a lateral move or even a setback, Jenny however decided to treat it as an announcement and she looked forward to doing so. Spanking a wrestler the caliber of Mallory Slade was always good for business and love her or hate her (the NorCal Sensation leaned heavily toward the latter) Slade wasn’t a pack hunter. So Jenny wouldn’t have to worry about the Church, the Court or Wicked sticking their noses in her business. The thought of Wicked close by sent an unpleasant tingle down Jenny’s spine and she almost spared a look around ringside but then the bell CLANGED and she was once again all in on making the Tigress her rug for the third and final time.
Speaking of the Tigress, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a series of adductor stretches that drew a murmur of applause from situated behind her corner. Slade barely noticed, she had eyes for Jacobs and no one else. Dropping the match at Summer Swelter had stung tremendously but it hadn’t stopped her from practically begging Bethany Christian for a rematch at Red, White & Bruised. The executive had seemed on the verge of agreeing before the OWWL deal materialized and sent Mal and a handful of other FAWN stars on a prolonged tour of Australia and Japan. Getting to perform for her countrymen was a dream come true for Slade and she relished every minute of it, yet the losses to Jenny Jacobs were never too far from her mind and now she couldn’t wait to-- the bell interrupted her thoughts.
Pleased to see the blonde coming for her without so much as a hint of snark, Mallory straightened and headed out to meet her, the Tigress hunched forward in a springy grappler’s crouch after no more than three steps from the buckles.
Jenny mirrored the brunette’s crouch with one of her own, though stayed a little higher just in case-- Mallory shot in low, swiping out a hand that would’ve hooked Jacobs’ ankle if she hadn’t twisted away with a whisper to spare. Slade recovered quicker than most, the only reason she wasn’t caught flat-footed when the blonde lunged forward and hooked an arm around her left thigh. Not about to give Jacobs a Single-Leg Takedown, Mallory caught her rival in a Front Facelock and bore down hard enough to stymie the effort.
“Let go of my leg, JenNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny did as ordered only to cinch both arms around Slade’s waist so she could take her up, over and DOWN onto her back with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! Pressing down on Mal’s thighs after impact, Jenny pushed onto tiptoe to keep the bridge steady through…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx9Yk1ZY1KY
ONE…
TWO…
Slade CRAAACKED her opponent’s tummy with both hands, forcing Jenny to roll to one knee simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Catching a handful of Mallory’s ponytail as the Aussie scrambled to verticality, Jacobs put a shimmy in her knees with a quick Headbutt between the eyes, then twisted around behind and wrenched her right arm overhead with a Half Nelson. Free hand palming the brunette’s tummy, Double J thumped a single Kneelift into Slade’s backside and cooed, “Welcome back to the big leagues, kitten.” Then she dipped her knees and tore Mallory off her feet for a nasty Half Nelson BackbrNO!
The Tigress floated free at the apex, Slade actually using her trapped arm to control her swing behind the startled Innovator. Mal trapped Jenny’s arms the instant she’d touched down, wrenching them behind the former World Champion’s back in a snug Double Chickenwing. In the same breath she sank into a deep crouch and slid through Jacobs’ legs to pull the other wrestler back and down onto her shoulders with an Australian style German Suplex that made up in speed and leverage what it lacked in power. Gluing Jenny to the canvas with a bridge of her own, Slade was all smiles as the official counted…
AUSTRALIAN STYLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OSjaRY7P0Y
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny popped her hips and rolled backward, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds escaping with a full second to spare. Regarding one another from near identical crouches, Mallory and Jenny didn’t so much as twitch until they were certain the other wasn’t about to pounce. Thus satisfied, they got to their feet and began to circle.
“Good to be back, Jenny.” Slade told the blonde as their rotations grew tighter. “Nice to know you didn’t forget about me.”
“How could I ever forget about you?” their fingers were brushing now. “Beating your ass brings me so much joy!”
Lack of distance didn’t make the clinch any softer, if anything the ‘SMECK!’ of tummy on tummy was that much louder when the rivals came together. Pushing and shoving like they’d wrestled last week instead of last summer, blonde and brunette went back ‘n forth almost half a dozen times before the Innovator wedged the heel of her palm beneath Mallory’s nose and used it to march her into the nearest corner. Jacobs didn’t crowd in once the Aussie’s butt was in the buckles, but she didn’t remove her encroaching hand either, in fact she continued to grind it in until Long strode over and said, “Break it up, Jenny!” Jacobs pulled that hand away, the other rose up and patted Mallory’s cheek with maddening gentleness. “Welcome home, kitten.” she whispered.
Slade yearned to slap the blonde’s mouth somewhere into the lower deck, but she only smiled when Jenny backed away. She knew the game the Innovator was playing and she wasn’t about to let Jacobs manipulate her so easily. Allowing herself an extra second or two in the corner, Mallory came out looking for a Lock-Up and Jenny didn’t deny her for a sec-- “Eeeerrrggghhh!” Slade snatched her rival’s right wrist and spun through two lightning-quick Arm Wringers before settling into a taut Wristlock. Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ (more from irritation than pain) then pushed up on her captured hand and spun-- “NNGGGHHH!” The Tigress yanked her right back to start, actually a little beyond start because the NorCal Sensation bent almost double to alleviate the worst of the torque.
“You wrestled on the other side of the world for half a year and you come backing showing off a Wristlock?” Jenny grumbled. “Talk about a wasted opportunRRGH!”
Mallory pushed onto her toes and bent the American’s hand toward her forearm. “Seems to be keeping you busy, JJ. What’s the matter? Forgot how to defend yourself while you were playing on Easy Mode all summer?”
Jenny snorted. “Bytch, you ARE Easy Mo--”
Under no illusions that she could contain the Innovator with such a simple hold for much longer, Mallory Slade twisted around behind Jacobs and folded that trapped arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. Taking it a step further, she slipped her right arm through the triangle created between bicep and forearm and curled her left arm around the blonde’s neck to secure-- Jenny backpedaled until she felt Mallory reach the ropes, then she spun around quick as she could and hooked her free arm around the top strand.
Mallory slooooooowly withdrew her left arm, though the Chickenwing stayed in place long enough for her to pat Jenny’s straining backside. Lips against the blonde’s ear, she purred, “Thanks for welcoming me back, Jenny. I missed this. I really did.”
Jacobs held her tongue just as Slade had done earlier, though her urge to drive an elbow into the brunette’s chin might’ve been a tiny bit stronger. Rounding on her adversary once there was some distance between them, Jenny looked her up and down, the former World Champion apparently searching for confirmation. After a moment she asked, “You’re going to force my hand, aren’t you? You want me to break you in the middle of this ring.”
The Tigress shook her head ‘no’. “Not exactly. I want you to TRY to break me, so I can show the whole world that you CAN’T!”
That prophecy was fresh off her lips when Jacobs stormed into the breach with a Clothesline swinging for Mal’s sterNO! Slade dipped underneath, spun on her heel, then caught the blonde under her left arm and laid out on her right hip to sling Jacobs to the mat with a deep Armdrag! Jenny came down flat, popped to boot-leather and gave chase to the Aussie, who’d headed for the ropes a heartbeat prior. A Haymaker awaited Slade’s return but she declined the generous offer via a Baseball Slide that sent her through the NorCal Sensation’s legs. Back up just in time to meet Jacobs’ advance, turned into the charging grappler and slung her to the deck with her second Arm Drag in all of five seconds!
ARM DRAGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kB9_dpK80-o
Both wrestlers bounced up like the mat was electric, only this time it was Slade swinging for the fences and Jacobs catching the proffered arm mid-strike to toss the Tigress with an Arm Drag of her own.
JAPANESE ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rATOcZ8wr00
Mal hit, rolled through, got up and THWHAP! walked right into the Standing Dropkick Jenny stapled to her chin! “Yeah, gotcha a good one, didn’t I?” Jacobs chided as the brunette rolled to all fours and tried to clear the cobwebs. Feeling no particular interest in an answer, Jenny smacked the back of Slade’s head for the hell of it, then ran the ropes at her back. Slade heard the blonde go and scrambled to her feet to make ready for her return, meaning she was in the perfect position to catch the Californian in a Gutwrench when Jacobs-- Jenny spun through Mallory’s grip, cinched both legs around her head and kept right on twisting, all the better to wrench Slade off her feet with a Tilt-a-Whirl HeadScisNOOOO! Mallory transformed the would-be tumble into a flawless front flip that earned her a round of raucous applause from the capacity crowd!
Quashing the urge to bask in the moment, Slade honed in on Jacobs quick as a wink so she could fire off a Super Kick at the Innovator as soon as she got to her-- Jenny caught Mallory’s ankle barely an inch shy of her chin, much to the crowd’s dismay. “Finally caught me.” Slade muttered as she balanced on one foot. “So what’re you going to do with me?”
Jacobs flashed a wicked smile. “Wouldn’t you like to--” she tossed the Tigress’ leg to one side and immediately dropped into a slight crouch, a precaution that paid dividends when Mal used every bit of that momentum to come out the other side with a Dragon Whip that would’ve dimmed the lights of a woman that didn’t think three steps ahead. Cursing under her breath when the counter came up dry, Mallory hurried to her feet and CRAAACK! The Innovator left her mark in the form of a palm-shaped welt emblazoned across the right half of her rival’s incredulous face!
“Want another one, Tigress?!” Jenny barked over the rumbling ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ buzz of the FAWNatics. “That’s a Jenny Jacobs Participation Award and I’m handing ‘em out all over--”
THWHACK!
The second Super Kick didn’t miss, Mallory striking like sudden tragedy with a pinpoint shot that caromed off the blonde’s jaw! Jenny’s head snapped back and she stumbled awkwardly but otherwise kept her footing, which would’ve been great if Slade hadn’t already lined up a third Super Kick and TWHACKED it against the base of her skull!
SUPER KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPG-8OlS_Kw
The NorCal Sensation made for the ropes in a drunken swoon without actually going down, so Mallory put both hands between the blonde’s shoulders and sent her off with a hearty shove to make sure she got there without incident. In this endeavor Jenny was successful, though she didn’t currently possess the wherewithal to hook an arm over the top rope or even put her back to them. Bouncing away from the rubber-coated steel with all the grace of a newborn foal, she wandered into the waiting arms of Mallory Slade, who caught a Waistlock only long enough to turn the American inside out with a Snap German Suplex! Jenny rolled through to her knees, cradled both arms to the back of her head and crumpled out flat, one foot tapping an erratic, lonely beat on the canvas.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWLsUNvD_cA
Plenty of FAWNatics urged Mal to shovel the blonde over and go for a cover, but the Tigress had other ideas. Settling down on Jacobs’ left side, Slade grabbed a handful of waistband and lifted Jenny’s hips high enough to slip a leg underneath her tummy. Then she slid her other leg across the Innovator’s lower back, crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “AAAAHHHHHH FUUUUGGGHHHH!” Jenny forgot all about her head thanks to the trash compactor cinched around her ribs, the trapped battler bracing one hand against the mat while the other scrabbled and worried at her opponent’s straining stems.
Mallory paid the defense no mind, she set her own hands flat and hoisted her body off the canvas by several inches to add that much more pressure to Jacobs’ midsection. “Slap me one more time and I’ll break your ribs, swear to God I will.” Slade spat after ten seconds of gut-churning silence. She returned to the mat, grabbed a handful of Jenny’s sweat-damp hair and pulled hard enough to make the blonde hiss through clenched teeth. “I mean it, Jenny. Don’t test me unless you’re willing to--”
“Stuff it up your ass.” Jacobs grunted. “Any hack can make threats, it takes some actual backbone to act on them. And kitten, I’ve had Cassandra Vale put me through a window, not to mention that time Lisa Dream tried to use my head as a f*cking sledgehammer, so you’ll pardon me if I don’t sweat your goddamned Scissors very EEEEERRRRRRRRRHHHHH!” Mallory redoubled her efforts, the power of those crushing thighs forcing Jenny to curl up on her forehead and forearms.
Having officiated enough of the Australian’s matches to understand what she could do with a simple Bodyscissors, Nick leaned over the action to ask, “What do you say, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Not yet she doesn’t.” Mal answered for the blonde. “And even if she did, she wouldn’t tell you. Jenny’s one of those that would rather pass out than admit she can’t beat my legs. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
“You’d have to knock me out to find out.” Jenny’s hands were flat again, her fingers digging into the canvas. “And you’re gonna abandon these Scissors long before RRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mallory bore down once more, but this time Jenny didn’t collapse. Rather she shifted onto her elbows and began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes. Those assembled for Thrills, Chills & Spills lit into a boisterous ‘TAP!’ chant, alas the disgraced former leader of the Jacobites disappointed them yet again by continuing on her journey with no sign of succumbing to the Tigress’ gammy maw. As for Mallory, she stayed with Jenny most of the way, alternately constricting and relaxing the Scissors to ensure the blonde never quite knew what to expect. Jacobs was still a good eighteen inches from freedom when Mal relinquished the hold and cupped both ears instead. Partially overwhelmed as oxygen flooded into her lungs, Jenny didn’t understand the danger of her new situation until Slade hauled her to verticality and promptly segued into a Fireman’s Carry. Back to the center in only a few steps, Mallory turned in slow circle before she slung the Innovator’s legs out around front and laid out on her back so that Jenny came down with every bit of her weight atop the brunette’s upraised knees! Deflated by the Stomach Pump in most emphatic fashion, Jenny bounced off her attacker’s knees just to get caught in a snug Back Press good for…
STOMACH PUMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vv-rq1zoYcE
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs kicked out a heartbeat after ‘TWO!’ but immediately crumpled onto her side and curled in a loose ball. This was just the sort of reaction Slade wanted so rather than question the official about the count, she collected a handful of hair and dragged the NorCal Sensation to boot-leather. She enjoyed the benefits of true verticality for all of a few seconds before Mallory slipped an arm between her legs and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder for what would’ve been a perfect Scoop Slam if she’d ya know, actually did any slamming. Instead the Tigress made her way to the nearest corner, wedged Double J in against the buckles and made short work of wedging her boots beneath the short length of steel that connected the turnbuckle to the ring-post.
Smiling as she took a seat on the middle strand directly to her blonde’s left, Slade said, “Hope you’ve been doing plenty of crunches, girl. You’re going to need them.”
Jenny grunted, tried to curl her way to a seat and got her tummy slapped for the trouble. “Why, those scrawny ass legs of yours going to tickle me into submission? Get real, bytCHHHUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!”
Mal brought her legs up, threaded them around the American’s waist and squeezed until her thighs and calves shredded into shadowy relief beneath the overhead lights. Well and truly strapped to the Banyan Tree of Woe, Jenny didn’t even bother trying to fight her way out, she simply grabbed hold of the middle rope and shook it like a madwoman until the zebra hurried over and said, “Gotta let her go, c’mon, don’t make me ask twice.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” she jostled the Scissors a little harder, forcing Jacobs into a wheezy moan. “You just have to count!”
‘FOUR!’ earned the Innovator her freedom, Jenny drawing in great tearing gasps once Slade finally relinquished her vise. Unfortunately for Jenny being free of the Scissors didn’t mean she was free of the Tree and her escape efforts hit a roadblock when Mal CRAAACKED another stiff Slap to her abs. “Cheap bytch!” Jacobs snapped as the brunette strutted away. “I’m in the ropes!”
“I know, I put you there!” Mal chirped from halfway across the squared circle. “Don’t worry cutie, I’ll get you down!” Jenny didn’t like her tone in the slightest, nor did she like the patter of boots that told her the Australian was closing in rapidly. Gnashing her teeth for what came next, she curled up just enough to grab the top rope, then she hauled herself all the way to a slumped seat to *barely* avoid the Baseball Slide Dropkick Slade sent through the space so recently occupied by her nogg--there was a THWHUMP followed by a wail which was in turn swallowed by the sympathetic anguish of the crowd as the unyielding steel post split Mal’s wickets in cruelly emphatic fashion.
Jenny was perhaps the only soul in the FAWN Arena not moved by this calamity, in fact the former World Champion was positively beaming as she made it to one knee and maneuvered around so she was facing the ring. “What’s the matter, puss?” she taunted. “Crotch not QUITE as tough as you imagined?”
“Guuuuhhhh… go piss up a rope.” Slade managed to put some steel in her voice even though she felt like she was on the verge of throwing up. “I didn’t know ducking for cover was one of your six million moNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jenny leapt from the high rent district with one knee drawn tight to her chest! The sold out crowd blanched at the thought of an unprotected Stomp to the back of Mallory’s skull, then jeered in full throated disdain when Jacobs actually stomped the mat beside Slade’s head so she could scuff a derisive little kick across the vulnerable woman’s cheek! “OOOHHH WHAT’S WRONG?” Jenny shouted at the jeering throng. “I could’ve ended this just now, instead I’m prolonging her humiliation for your entertainment! You neck beards should be THANKING me!”
The boos raining down after this statement confirmed Jenny’s suspicions that they were nothing but a bunch of selfish ingrates so rather than pander to them she decided to entertain herself. Slipping through the ropes without so much as a word, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds grabbed Mal’s ankles and took a single giant step backward. Mal cringed, dug her claws into the mat and tried to crawl away only for Jenny to pull a little harder. “Innovator my ass.” the Tigress grunted. “You’re f*cking delighted to win a match inside a girl’s trunks, aren’t NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny eased the pressure for a moment, but only so she could brace one foot against the ring-post and pull that much harder. “I’ll win a match wherever I damned well please.” Jacobs ignored the prattle of the official in favor of countering the brunette’s slander. “And need I remind you,” she YANKED on Slade’s ankles to do just that, “you put YOURSELF in this position because you couldn’t land a f*cking Dropkick!”
The ref was still droning on, only now he’d gone above ‘TEN!’ and though Jenny would’ve loved to Wishbone a surrender out of this poseur she wanted to do it in the middle of the ring so that there was absolutely no question of Slade’s unworthiness. With that in mind she slid under the bottom rope, bounced to her feet and promptly delivered a single Snap Leg Drop across the back of her opponent’s head.
SNAP LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTJGI5jsFqw
Already slowed by the hellacious crotch-on-post torture, Mallory could muster no defense against the Leg Drop, meaning she was well and truly stunned when Jacobs wrapped her ponytail around one fist and draaaaaaagged her away from the corner. “I’m sure you’d LIKE to see some of my best work,” Jenny muttered once they’d reached the center of the ring. “I bet you’d love to steal it, then claim I was jealous and trying to hold you back when I called you out on your bullshyt.”
“Yuuuhhh… you’re crazy.” Slade huffed. “I never stole anything from NNGGGHHH!”
Jacobs spanked a vicious right hook into her opponent’s liver, then wedged her head beneath Mal’s left arm when the Aussie’s legs threatened to give out. Hooking her right arm around the other woman’s waist while her left hand palmed the back of Slade’s left thigh, Double J muscled the Tigress onto the point of her right shoulder and held her there for a long five count, more than enough to swing through a slow circle that showed off Mal’s squirming backside to the whole of the arena. Coming off the far side she swung Slade forward and down and sank to one knee, just THWHUMPING her rival’s tailbone against that nastily posted joint.
STALLING ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8S-c6N17Xss
Mallory jolted onto tiptoe in the wake of the Atomic Drop, both hands flying to her-- Jenny slid her right arm under Slade’s right bicep and wrenched up, trapping the limb in a Half Nelson. Then she caught a handful of those tiger-print togs and muscled the bendyback high into the air, Mal’s long legs swinging up in a hapless arc that only grew more pronounced when Jacobs settled into some hateful genuflection and damned near snapped the Australian stunner in half across her knee.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqfQn5a0MZ8
The power of the Backbreaker should’ve bounced Mallory from her tormentor’s grasp, but Jenny kept both hooks sunk deep and used the residual momentum to return both wrestlers to their feet. Jacobs dropped her hips immediately thereafter and peeled off a gorgeous bridge that THAWHUMPED Slade down hard on the back of her head and shoulders. Ankles somewhere up around her ears in the wake of the Half Nelson Suplex, Mal wasn’t even twitching when the ref swooped in beside the action and counted off…
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVYrJW7SRl4
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Tigress twisted to one side, wresting free of the predicament with just enough time to make sure the official didn’t have to throw a warning at the Timekeeper. A less creative individual might’ve wasted valuable time and energy arguing with the ref over such a near fall, but Jenny’s creativity was matched only by her desire to punish her adversaries and so she set out to do just that. Boots planted on either side of the brunette’s hips (facing her feet) Jacobs bent over, took hold of Slade’s ankles and neatly tucked the left shin behind the right knee before folding that leg down over the encroaching limb. From there she reached through the center of this gammy knot to better control Mallory’s right ankle, which in turn allowed her haul the grounded bendyback up through her own stems to leave Slade trapped in a handstand with both legs trapped and her back straining beneath the burden of a nastily modified Jacobs’ Ladder!
INVERTED JACOBS' LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z59SX_tNW00
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Mal broke through her torpor at once and tried scrambling toward the ropes, however leverage was in short supply and she only made it a few ‘steps’ before Jenny marched her back to start.
“It’s not that I’m tired of pinning you in front of the whole world,” Jenny explained as she continued to bounce and crank the other wrestler’s trapped legs, “I just really want to hear your voice crack when you have to submit!”
Slade waved off the official’s query, then dug in her claws and regained a few lost inches. “You think this is going to make me submit?” she barked. “It’s going to take a lot more than turning me upside down to get the EEERRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny increased the torque and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward, the methodical blonde veteran bringing Slade’s heels quite a bit closer to the small of her back. “Everyone says they’re too tough to submit. Everyone says they won’t give me the satisfaction.” Jenny dipped a little deeper then straightened up on tiptoe, an adjustment that actually alleviated some of the pressure on Mal’s spine at the cost of torturing both knees. “And then I lock them down in the middle of the mat and it’s only a matter of time before the crying starts. Are you going to cry, Tigress? Or maybe you’re one of the few who will actually beg the ref to let you KEEP fighting even though it’s obvious you can’t defend yourseOOOOW BYTCH!”
Mallory shifted all her weight to her right hand so she could raaaaaaake the left down the bare of expanse of Jacobs’ left thigh. “I don’t quit and I sure as hell don’t beg.” Slade growled after she’d scored the NorCal Sensation’s leg a few more times. “But when it comes to exposing paranoid witches, I always find a NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNHHH!”
Jenny pumped her left knee into the washboard of Mal’s tummy, then scraped the toe of her boot against the brunette’s chin. “You’re good. I’m great. Get over it.”
Incensed by the dismissive treatment, Slade halted her clawing to swat the Californian’s foot away from her face. “Do that again and you’ll regret it, girl.”
“What, this?” Jenny resumed scraping at Mal’s face, the well-scuffed toe buffing the Aussie’s features bright-- “FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHYT!” Jacobs threw back her head in a piercing shriek because Slade abandoned the thigh rake for a white-knuckle grip on the former World Champion’s crotch!
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU, HUH? WHAT DID I TELL YOU, TUFF GIRL?” the brunette shouted as she continued to worry and rake at Jenny’s trunks. “C’MON JJ, LET’S SEE YOU INNOVATE YOUR WAY OUT OF--”
Jacobs halved her control on Slade’s legs so she could PWAAAK a straight right hand into the center of those tiger-striped briefs! Mallory sobbed and would’ve collapsed to the deck if the Innovator hadn’t caught her around the upper thighs before gravity took over. Holding Mal helpless in a snug Wheelbarrow, Jacobs swallowed her own aches and pains to slooooowly muscle her prey from six to midnight. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kept her there for a moment, then dropped her hips and snapped backward in a gorgeous bridge that THAWHUMPED Slade down high and tight on the back of her head. Up on her toes a few heartbeats ahead of the ref, Jacobs bounced the bridge in time to the count of…
WHEELBARROW GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hUh9iP38ls
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Mallory twisted free of the Waistlock and settled out flat on her belly with one arm cradling the back of her head and the other massaging the small of her back.
Jenny came up on one knee and sighed, but it was a satisfied sigh, the sound of someone who knew the hardest work was over. “I know that look.” she chided the Aussie. “Too many hurts to deal with at once. I could tell you it’ll get better, but that would be a lie.” Slade replied with an incoherent grunt, so Jacobs administered a single ‘respect your betters’ stomp to her backside en route to the corner directly behind the tired Tigress. Swinging around once she reached the buckles, Jenny boosted herself onto the second strand, then raised the J’s and brought them together to frame her next bit of offensive artistry. “Poor kitty. You tried to hard and it still wasn’t… what the f*ck?”
MINA MURRAY:
The NorCal Sensation’s focus shifted to the aisle on the far side of the squared circle, where Mina Murray had just hopped over the guardrail. The Scandalous blonde offered her a little wave and called, “You got this, JJ! Finish the skank!”
LUCY HARKER:
Another murmur from the right and damned if Lucy Harker wasn’t there too, the perpetually smirking brunette already tipping a salute in Jacobs’ direction. “Told’ja we’d watch your back, Jenny.”
Jenny didn’t answer, she snapped her head left and yes, Daphne Dufresne was patrolling that side, which meant she was almost surrounded by Wickedness. Sensing the blonde’s discomfort, the Gatecrasher flashed her a winning smile and said, “We got the Church AND the Court on lock, babe. But you’ve still gotta deal with her.”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
Jenny spat something unprintable and promptly honed in on Mallory Slade, who’d just regained her footing. A single sharp whistle turned Mal in her direction and Jacobs was off, the sturdy blonde battler somersaulting toward and then over the Australian’s noggin to take her down with a textbook BlockbusNOOOOOO! Slade took a step back, that tiny bit of space enough for her to catch Jenny’s noggin in a loose Facelock. Snatching the Innovator’s waistband to strengthen her grip, Mallory wobbled precariously for a second, then ‘hupped’ the Californian up and laid out on her back to THAWHONK the crown of Jacobs’ skull onto the thinly-sheathed plywood with a breathtaking Brainbuster!
MID-AIR BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyWJ6s6R12I
Seemingly unaware of their ringside visitors, Mallory buried her hands in Jenny’s hair and hauled her up on jellied legs. Swinging into position on the blonde’s right side, Slade hooked her right arm under Jacobs’ right bicep so she could palm the back of her neck Half Nelson style. In the same breath she sent her left hand through Jenny’s gams so she could catch hold of the other wrestler’s dangling left wrist. Soon as the Pumphandle was secure the Tigress boosted Jenny onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and twisted hard right to THWHAM the groggy battler into the canvas with every bit of malfeasance she could muster. Left an insensate starfish by the Picnic At Hanging Rock, Jenny didn’t even ‘ooofffh’ when Mal took a seat on her chest and hooked the left leg in a gaudy half Matchbook. On their feet when the ref dove into place beside the action, the capacity crowd joined him in tolling…
PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ACJ0cdsL5E
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Tigress of Tallong tossed Jacobs’ leg aside and rose to her full height, Mal raising both arms in an exuberant ‘V’ while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
“Tied it up, girl.” Slade huffed to no one in particular. “Tied it up and now I’m gonna blow past ya in the home…” her words trailed off when she noticed Lucy Harker leaning against the guardrail. Pivoting on one heel, Mal’s general unease teetered at the brink of full-on alarm by the time she’d noted Mina and Daphne. Positioning herself next to Castle, the brunette asked, “How long have these three jackals been here?”
“Not long.” the Senior Official replied. “I think they showed up right before Jenny came off the middle rope.”
Slade frowned, her gaze constantly sweeping between the Wicked trio. “And they didn’t mess with Jenny? Or me?”
“Their arrival might’ve thrown Jenny off her game, but they didn’t actually lift a finger, far as I can tell.”
Understandably leery about positioning herself between Jacobs and the newcomers, Mallory maintained her post beside Nick even as she honed in on Lucy Harker. “What’s your game, Lucy?”
Harker’s answering shrug was slow and remarkably insolent. “Just keeping an eye on our friend Jenny… and you, of course. Wanted to make sure you hadn’t lost a step when you were off playing in Oz.”
Slade bristled at the implication. “Come through these ropes, I’ll show you how I play.”
“You sure that’s wise, kitty?” Mina teased. “The odds are already stacked against you, if we were so inclined to exploit them. And it looks like they’re about to get even worse.” The Scandalous blonde pointed down about the time Jenny Jacobs sat up and rolled to her hands and knees.
“I know you consider yourself a hunter.” Daphne called from the Australian’s six. “So you have to understand the value of strategic retreat, especially when you’re outnumbered by potentially threatening targets.”
Slade rounded on the Gatecrasher. “Potentially threatening? That’s a bit of an understatement, wouldn’t you say, Daphne?”
“Not at all. In truth I think we’ve been quite peaceable thus far. After all, if we were here for you--”
“We’d have had you already.” Murray snickered.
“Cede the ring, Mallory.” Lucy called. “We’re here for a word with Jenny, that’s all.”
Mallory loathed the idea of slinking off after such an important victory, but she was in no condition to fend off their combined forces, especially if Jacobs was an unofficial fourth. “I won’t forget this.” she told Lucy.
“I’m sure you won’t. And we can discuss it later… if you’d like.”
Slade didn’t reply, she just peeled off from Castle, dipped through the ropes nearest the ramp and started up the ramp.
Slinking into the ring once the brunette had disappeared through the curtain, Wicked closed ranks on the Innovator, though they stopped when Nick raised a warning hand. “Don’t even think about it, ladies.”
“Think about what?” Mina asked innocently. “We’re here to check on Jenny. How ya feelin’, Jenny?”
Jacobs rose to one knee, regarded the other blonde with narrow, angry eyes. “Paranoid. On edge. Twitchy even.”
“You’re still having trust issues, then.” Dufresne said with a faint smile. “Know what will make those go away? Standing beside us, rather than across from us.”
“We can be a shield, you saw that at CNP.” Lucy added. “But we can also be a distraction, unfortunately. It’s no fun worrying about us, Jenny.”
“So don’t worry. Join.” Mina purred.
The NorCal Sensation stood up. “Your sales pitch sucks. I lost out on a World Title opportunity in November and tonight I got spiked in a match I should’ve won all because you three can’t leave me the hell alone.”
“Oh I’m sorry, saving you from a mauling from the Church and the Court wasn’t enough?” Harker snapped. “Fine. You’re a hard sell, someone who won’t show loyalty without incontrovertible proof of good faith. Ask and ye shall receive.” Lucy exchanged a look with Mina and Daphne. They nodded, then turned around and headed back the way they’d came.
Regarding their departure with pronounced skepticism, Jenny said, “That’s it, huh? Nothing but a promise of good faith? When the hell am I going to see that?”
“Whenever we believe it will serve you best.” Lucy said without missing a beat. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
The brunette formed her left hand into a ‘W’ and blew Jacobs a kiss over her flattened palm before melting into the crowd behind her friends.
“What kind of game are they playing?” Castle grumbled after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“I have no idea.” Jenny answered. “And that scares the shyt out of me.”