Post by SammieSinclair on Sept 27, 2014 10:13:09 GMT
Some of the slower Jungle Dwellers were still trickling back from intermission when the Announcer began, “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen 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. She is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3V_oUjHjag
MALLORY SLADE:
Already a prized member of the roster despite her short tenure, Mallory’s name earned a loud cheer from the Bangor Civic Center. Along with it came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade made it halfway down the aisle before she even considered hitting the brakes. Whirling in a circle, she took in the whole of the Jungle as she asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining as she always did before a match, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy tear her apart. For tonight’s safari she wore 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.
Slinking to the far side 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 to the other end. 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 tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade backed into the far corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for inspection. The zebra didn’t get her eyes though, they were trained on the curtain she’d so recently parted.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bedford, Virginia... she stands five feet nine inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-nine pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, if you would, please give a nice, down home welcome to ONE-HALF of Down Home Beatdown... Ladies and gentlemen, BAAAIIILLLEEEYYY TRRRAAAVVVIIISSS!”
That announcement spawned a buzz that was equal parts excitement and confusion--as delighted as the Bangorites ALWAYS were to see Bailey, few could remember her working solo since arriving in the Jungle. Though with that being said, even fewer doubted that the blonde had the tools to succeed without Vikki Kerrigan in her corner. But puzzlement gave way to delight when the speaker system crackled into action. As always, the fact that management in Orlando had sprung for music clearances indicated to the crowd that they expected BIG things from the woman in question--and Bailey Travis could certainly deliver.
Michelle Branch’s ‘Take a Chance on Me’ pumped over the sound system, and pretty quickly the audience was rocking along with the beat--until the country cutie bounded into view, beaming a blindingly bright smile. Travis darted down to the ring, an extensive amount of her ridiculously long legs left bared by her brown cowboy boots and blue Daisy Dukes, what denim there was serving only to enhance the charms of her derriere. North of the waist, the young blonde sported a white, sleeveless t-shirt, tied off just underneath the bust.
BAILEY TRAVIS:
TAKE A CHANCE ON ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoWNsssdf4E
Reaching the ring and damn near a full sprint, the country girl dove under the bottom rope. Sliding into the squared circle, Travis quickly rose to her knees, bopping along with her anthem a few moments longer before springing the rest of the way to her feet. It took only a couple of strides for Bailey to launch herself onto the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner, where she rallied the crowd with an extremely amped fistpump. With the Jungle Dwellers firmly invested in the battle ahead, Travis tipped a wink at Mallory and backed into her corner to wait through the final instructions.
The bell CLANGED and the Jungle Dwellers let loose with the sort of cheer only heard when two powerful fan favourites found themselves on opposite sides of the squared circle. Intently focused on one another now that the match was live, Bailey and Mallory left their corners and closed in with no circling, posturing or other preamble. Drawing up a few feet short of her foe, blonde and brunette looked over the opposition, each wanting a closer appraisal before the initiation of hostilities. “Never wrestled down a big cat, before.” Travis said after a few seconds. “But I’ve always wanted to. Looks like I’m about to get my wish.”
Slade matched the blonde’s smile with one of her own. “Looks like I’ve got you at a bit of a disadvantage then, girl. Because I have wrestled down SCORES of tanned, country strong blondes.”
Bailey rolled her shoulders and settled into a slight crouch, the utter confidence in Mallory’s voice good enough to set her competitive juices simmering. “That may be true, sweetie. But you ain’t never tangled with THIS tanned, country strong blonde before. And she is gonna love pinning your little striped butt to the mat.”
Mallory mirrored her foe’s crouch and raised her hands in anticipation of the clinch. “You’re gonna have to work real hard if you want that, Bailey. And while you’re workin’ I’ll be workin’ harder to point your Daisy Dukes toward the rafters.”
Travis nodded, curled her right hand into a loose fist and extended it for a bump, which Slade returned at once. “Best of luck to you, Mal Slade. Now come at me, I wanna wrestle.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when the Tigress pounced into a hard Collar & Elbow Lock-up. Pushing and shoving at her blonde with all the intensity Travis had demanded, Mallory got the Virginia half of DHBD into the corner and pressed hard, forcing some stern tummy to tummy contact. The ref hurried over to make sure everything was on the up n’ up, then backed off fast when Bailey dug in and shoved her way out. Both startled and pleased by her adversary’s power, Slade pushed for all she was worth against Travis’s advance but the blonde was not to be denied and it wasn’t long before Mal’s tush was smudged against the middle turnbuckle.
“There ya go, girl.” Bailey crowded close, her invasion of personal space a strong reminder of her slight height and weight advantage. “Wriggle against this for a minute, then tell me if you’re still eager to take me WHOAH!”
Trapped but far from helpless, Slade put a foot on the bottom rope and used it to power clear of the buckles. No straight lines this time though, the gorgeous grapplers spun in a wild corkscrew that didn’t straighten out until the stamped into the ropes. After that it was switch after switch after switch, as Bailey and Mallory worked the perimeter while stubbornly refusing to let go. Eventually they ended up back in Mallory’s corner and once again it was the Aussie import wedged in tight.
“That’s the end of round one Mal and it looks like I’m ahead on points.” Bailey chuckled while mashing the smaller lass against the thinly-padded steel. “I’ll let you loose soon as you wanna come clean and admit HEY!”
Not about to do any such thing, the Tigress of Tallong put one foot on the bottom rope, then ‘climbed’ her way to the second rope. Doing so negated Travis’s height advantage by quite a bit and by launching herself into the blonde’s exposed midsection. Knees raised, legs stretched wide, Mallory caught Bailey with a jury-rigged Thesz Press that was still strong enough to take the big Virginian to the canvas. The THWHUMP of approximately two hundred and seventy-three pounds hitting the mat was enough to break the Lock-up, unfortunately for Travis she wasn’t in any position to take advantage and Slade most certainly was. Snatching the blonde’s wrists in both hands, Mal pinned them high overhead, then hooked her ankles behind Bailey’s heels and streeeeeetched her gams into a yelp-inducing Double Leg Grapevine. Back arched to apply as much pressure as possible, the bronzed brunette mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Bailey wrenched her stems free and used the Wristlocks to roll Mallory onto her back. Scrambling up into a high, tight Schoolgirl Pin before Slade realized the trouble; Travis yanked her hands free and collected both of her foe’s legs behind the knee. Reverse Matchbook in place, she leaned forward to give the other woman an exquisite view of her navel while the ref slapped out….
ONE….
TWO….
Mallory kicked her legs forward and Bailey tumbled onto her back trapped in a ground-born Sunset Flip. Wrapping her arms tight around the blonde’s waist, Slade pressed into Bailey’s upturned haunches for another…
ONE…
TWO…
The Virginian burst her confines again, this time sitting up out of the Flip and dropping her butt so far forward it hit the canvas just inches above her rival’s flushed face. “Got’cher butt pointed at the lights, baby! Just like I promised!”
ONE…
TWO…
Slade pushed her way out of the latest Matchbook and ended up flat on her tummy with both legs still threaded around Bailey’s waist. Locking her ankles, she gave those dangerous gams a hard squeeze, then rolled onto her back. This twisted over into another Sunset Flip style pin and because it was right there the Tigress couldn’t resist CLAPPING her opponent’s bottom in time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Bailey wrenched free and tumbled away in a leggy somersault that brought an official end to the first engagement. Though they were well aware of the raucous cheers from those assembled, Slade and Travis only had eyes for one another as they got up and made minor adjustments to their togs. Hands on her hips, Bailey smirked, “Folks who lay a hand on my denim without asking permission usually draw back a nub. So congrats on making yourself part of a special club.”
Mal raised her hands, ready and waiting whenever the blonde decided she was ready. “You can be part of a club too, Bailey. It’s an elite group of blondes, each who once upon a time kindly asked me to stop spanking their asses.”
Travis grinned and shook her head ‘no’. “Oh sweetie, you’ve just gone and made this a special occasion.” Undoing the knot in her sleeveless white-tee, Travis grabbed the bottom edge in both hands and peeled it up over her head, leaving her clad in that scrap of denim and a candy-apple red bra.
This raised the noise by several decibels, forcing Mallory to almost shout her reply. “Strip off as much as you want, girl. That just gives me more of you to roll around on bare canvas.”
Bailey’s smile didn’t vanish, but it grew considerably sharper. “You’re the only one getting rolled tonight, baby.”
That brought her forward on the double so Mal hailed her with a Haymaker only to grunt when the Virginian blocked it with her forearm. Bailey saw the surprise on her opponent’s face, blew her a taunting kiss, then PWAAAKED her with an open handed right that twisted Slade’s head to one side. Half a dozen identical blows followed, each one backing Mallory up until she was leaned against the ropes. The DHBD lass tanned Mal’s cheek with an extra shot for good measure, then grabbed a wrist and slung her off the ropes with an Irish Whip. Worthy of note, Travis didn’t release her grip. Rather she let the line play out, then reeled the brunette back in and ‘smecked’ both arms around her waist. An Atomic Drop or any number of Suplexes were possible from this position, but no one was really surprised when Bailey elected to hup her burden off the canvas and squeeeeeeeeeeeze down with a Bear Hug.
“You’re a pretty tuff kitty,” Travis admitted while doing her level best to break Mal’s spirit against the rocks of her tummy and chest, “but even the toughest kitties gotta give it up when a bear gets a hold of ‘em!”
To illustrate this point Bailey dipped her knees and torqued her hips, a potent combination that whipped Mallory back n’ forth like a rag doll in the jaws of a hyperactive terrier. Effective though they were such bursts required a great deal of energy and so Travis slowed to a crawl after Slade spent five interminable seconds in that rib-crushing paint shaker. Cranking back on the Hug so Mal’s toes were scrabbling against the canvas, the big blonde snuggled her arms a little tighter against her foe’s floating ribs, then asked, “Ready to give it up, babe? There’s no shame in gettin’ squeezed out by these arms. You aren’t the first and you damned sure won’t be the last.”
Slade waggled her finger for the ref and reserved her words for Bailey. “I… ran afoul of a hungry boa constrictor when I was fifteen,” she wheezed, “this is…. nothing I can’t… handleNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Travis muscled her fully off the mat, forcing the Tigress of Tallong to brace her shins against the taller woman’s thighs to reestablish even a semblance of vertical base. “There’s one big difference between me and that snake, sweetie.” Bailey muttered. “No one’s comin’ to your rescue this time around.”
Mal managed a pained smile. “Who said anyone came to my rescue?”
Travis’s pretty face flashed with annoyance. “What’d you do, talk the damned thing NNNGGGH!”
Slade arched back as best she could and planted her left hand against right shoulder to maintain the distance. Then she THWAPPED a rough Forearm Smash against her foe’s sternum. The Virginian staggered but didn’t break her noose so Mallory delivered two more shots, each delivered a little quicker than the first. That was enough to set her feet on the mat so she pulled her arms wide for a Mongolian Chop and “WHOOOAAAAH!” Abandoning the Bear Hug before Slade could box her ears, Travis slipped an arm though the brunette’s gams and lifted her into a brawny Crossbody over her chest. Bailey’s smile returned the instant Slade was hooked in place and it got all the wider when she stomped over to the ropes facing the hard camera.
“Y’all wanna see who’s tuffer?” she punctuated the question by swatting her foe’s backside. The Dwellers confirmed that they would, so the girl from DHBD stuffed Mal against the top rope and unleashed no less than six THWHUMPING Kneelifts to the small of her back. Mallory fought it every step of the way, indeed she managed to land a few sturdy shots across the blonde’s back, but they couldn’t match Travis’s intensity or power and worse, they didn’t get her free from the Southerner’s clutches.
BEDFORD BACK MASSAGE @ 00:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6O373IbGgE
That particular release didn’t come until Bailey retreated to the centre of the ring and casually tossed the brunette up n’ over. Laying out flat as Slade cleared her head, Travis landed comfortably on her back while Mallory THWHAMMED down on hers. Already a powerful maneuver in the hands of someone as tall and strong as Bailey Travis, the Samoan Drop was all the more potent thanks to the Kneelifts she’d hammered home several seconds prior. Mallory sat up, clutched at her back and let out an angry little bark when Bailey shoved her down flat. Hands on the smaller woman’s shoulders, Travis straddled Mal’s waist and pressed down hard in an old school Schoolgirl Pin good for…
SAMOAN DROP @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6O373IbGgE
ONE…
TWO…
Slade stuffed her hands against Travis’s chest and shoved her loose, a simple act of defiance that caused her far more pain than she’d care to admit. Bailey frowned but didn’t give in to frustration, not when she was in such firm control. Still, she wanted to be the first active Jungle talent to take down this girl who’d wandered in one early spring night and taken Veronica Treymane to her limits. Putting Slade on her back in the middle of the ring would put the blonde powerhouse several huge steps closer to earning a shot at the Jungle championship she wanted more than anything. With gold glittering in the back of her mind, she worked a hand into Mallory’s hair, then got to her feet and forced Mallory up alongside.
“How’s that back treatin’ ya, Mal?” she asked once they were vertical. “Starting to stiffen up on ya yet?”
“Stuuuhh… still plenty strong enough to carry your big AAHHH SHIIITTT!” The Bedford Bomber scooped Slade up like she was little more than a cranky toddler and held comfortably across her chest. “Dammit, put me down!” the tamed Tigress beat a flurry of little Hammer Punches against Travis’s back but like her earlier efforts, they came to naught.
“Gonna make you a deal, sweetie.” Bailey said with a taunting smile on her face. “You stop pounding on my back and I’ll stop spanking your pert little ass.”
Mallory, who figured the threatened paddling was figurative, answered by driving a fist into her opponent’s ribs. She drew back for more only to let out a yelp when Travis did indeed SMACK a palm against her butt. The brunette yelped, then went quiet and still. “Stop that, Bailey. You’re only gonna get one warning.”
Bailey smirked. “You want it to stop, tuff girl? Give up. Or MAKE me stop.” The former didn’t seem likely and Slade had done nothing in terms of the latter, so Bailey went back to swatting her tush, the blonde’s pace increasing in speed and intensity as she added a healthy pink undertone to those already bronzed, “UUUUNNNNGGGH!” Travis stumbled hard to starboard when the infuriated brunette brought her knees into play, jamming the right deep into her opponent’s ribs. Fighting to catch her balance after a handful of those jarring blows, Bailey did so just long enough to raise Slade up by several inches before dropping to one knee to pay back the abuse with a more traditional take on the Ribbreaker. “That’s about enough of your crap, sugar.” Bailey growled as she stood up with the Aussie import still wriggling in her clutches. “You want out so bad? Fine. But you’re doin’ it my way.”
In this case ’my way’ entailed getting to her feet and rudely muscling Slade over her head with something like a jury-rigged Military Press. Twisting so Slade’s feet were pointed toward the nearest corner, Travis took off as fast as she could go (which was quite fast, even at that odd angle) and tossed Mallory, not over the top rope, but spine-first into the top two turnbuckles!
RIBBREAKER @ TURNBUCKLE MILITARY PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xh8osDaKsOc
Bounced clear of the corner to land on her knees, Slade barely had time to reach for her traumatized back, let alone do anything to actually comfort it before Bailey leaned down and wrapped both arms around her waist. Gutwrench secure, she lifted the vulnerable brunette off the mat and dragged her clear of any possible assistance from the ropes. Then she dipped her knees and spun Mal ALL the way up, the tawny stunner turned over at the apex and hurled into a long, long fall that ended with her THWHAMMING into the barely-padded plywood. Dropping to her knees while Slade arched like she’d touched a live wire, Bailey stuffed both hands against that taut tummy and pressed down, forcing her fellow rookie to the mat for…
GUTWRENCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa7TU0KzvNk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mallory slapped Bailey’s hands away and sat up, saving herself from defeat with half a tick to spare. “All right, that’s it.” Travis’s tone was utterly devoid of its previous playfulness, it was all about business when she snatched Mal’s left leg in both hands and draaaaaaagged her prey out to the perfect spot on the canvas. “Never had too much use for Boston,” she told the prone brunette, “but this hold is one of my HEY! LEGGOERRGGH WHOOAAH!”
Slade kicked her left leg free of Travis’s grip and set her heel on the blonde’s left shoulder. Then she brought up her right leg and laid that foot on Bailey’s right shoulder. With the DHBDer’s head wedged inside a stubby ‘V’, the Tigress of Tallong pushed up into a headstand and spun her hips in a tight little corkscrew. It did nothing for the throbbing ache in her lower back, it did however spin her onto one knee and flip Bailey off her feet, the startled blonde tumbling over in mid-air for a rough tush on canvas THUMP!
HEADSTAND HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XufJ8G4rjo
The landing was far from painless, but it didn’t come close to matching the abuse Mallory soaked up in the last few minutes so none of the Jungle Dwellers were surprised when Bailey beat the brunette to boot leather with time to spare. A quick Toe Kick doubled Slade over before she could muster any defence and a double handful of hair tugged her into an unpleasantly powerful Standing Headscissors. “Girl’s tough,” Travis admitted to the cheering crowd, “but I’m tougher. And this fight is over!”
With that she SMACKED Mallory’s glutes with both hands, Bailey leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Mal’s waist and treated those ribs to a hard squeeze. Then she dipped her knees and flipped the Tigress from the canvas to a seat on her shoulders that-- shouts of surprise from all corners when Slade slipped her legs clear of the Powerbomb stall and looped her right arm around Travis’s head all in the same motion. Yanking back on the Front Facelock even as gravity took over, Mallory landed on her butt while Bailey THWHUNKED down far harder thanks to the improvised DDT.
SNEAKSY DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Brain rattled by the thunderous impact, Travis immediately rolled onto her belly and cradled her head in both hands in hopes of dulling the ache. Close by Slade was dealing with aches of her own, the tiger-striped lovely working at the knots in her lower back with both hands and an expression of grim determination on her pretty face. The sort of punishment her opponent doled out didn’t just go away after a quick massage, but Mallory was as tough as she claimed and several seconds of hard work were enough to convince her she could work the rest of the match. On her feet at about the time Bailey clambered to one knee, Slade stomped up behind her and clapped on a rough Side Headlock.
“Did’ja like spankin’ my bum, girl?” the brunette’s usually soft Aussie accent came on much more pronounced after a pitched battle. “Hope so, cuz it ain’t happenin’ again.”
Travis slapped at the shorter woman’s tummy and pushed at her elbow for naught, she couldn’t twist her cheek away from the modest swell of Mal’s right breast. “Gonna happen sooner than you know, baby.” she grunted. “Just as soon as I get outta WHOOOOAAAH!”
Mallory took off like a shot, forcing the big blonde to spring to her feet so she didn’t get dragged along behind. Unfortunately the adjustment didn’t do her much good, after several long strides Slade hopped up and came down on her left knee. The right pointed up at the lights for just a moment before it pointed at Bailey’s forehead, which THWUNKED it quite forcibly. Bailey reared back on her haunches, put one hand to her pounding head and the other against the canvas to power her return to verticality. She’d only managed a rough three-point stance when Slade rushed in from the left and palmed the back of her neck in one hand. Leaving the mat in a short leap, Mal kicked her legs forward and stuffed Bailey’s face against her knees, thus ensuring the Virginian endured an exceptionally wicked landing when the two of ‘em THWHUMPED down. Spiked like a tent peg by the Gator Snap, Bailey flopped onto her back then turned onto her belly, which might’ve been an attempt to stave off a pin or nothing but shocked nerves, it was hard to tell.
GATOR SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFa2LhXMzbE
Whatever the reasoning (or lack thereof) it did prevent a cover but only because Slade didn’t try for one. Instead she climbed aboard the groggy battler and settled her tush into the hollow of Bailey’s back. “Big and strong, aren’t ya, sweetie?” Mal’s voice was hard and slightly taunting as she clasped Travis’s biceps and pulled them back so she could hook them over the tawny planes of her thighs. “That’s ok, I like the opposition as big as I can get ‘em. Always pops the crowd more when a real giant gets subdued.”
“Errgghhh… you haven’t subdued anything.” Bailey’s answer was muffled because her chin was tucked against her chest, she was doing everything she could to avoid what she was certain would be a Camel Clutch. “You’re just making sure I won’t feel bad when I HEY! NO! STOP! DON’T YOU GGRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mallory did indeed have a Clutch on her mind, but it wasn’t one her opponent had encountered before that very moment. Slipping her left hand under Travis’s left armpit, the Tigress of Tallong cranked that limb up in a Half Nelson, then reached across with her free hand, grabbed the blonde’s exposed wrist and pulled it snug against Bailey’s throat. Neither Cobra nor Camel yet combining elements of both, Mallory dubbed her creation the Platypus Clutch, an admittedly lighthearted name for a highly painful maneuver. Jerking on Travis’s wrist while simultaneously leeeeaaaning back, Slade bounced her butt against the tangled battler and demanded, “Give up, girl! You’re not going anywhere!”
Bailey grunted something that didn’t sound like a surrender and the waggled ‘no’ of her (relatively) free hand confirmed it for the official. But defiance did nothing but spur Slade on and she doubled down on both halves of the hold, convinced that they could bring the big blonde powerhouse to heel. The powerhouse in question thought the same thing, at least if she allowed herself to endure the painful stretch / choke combination unchallenged for much longer. Refusing to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, Bailey started bicycling her thighs against the canvas. It didn’t bring her any closer to the ropes but it did get a knee under her after ten long seconds. Once she’d gained that her other knee quickly followed and then the Platypus transformed into a plain old Cobra as she fought to her feet.
“Too strong, baby!” Bailey celebrated her newfound mobility by driving a few elbows into the smaller woman’s ribs. “Too strong to keep doWWNNGH!
More adept at dealing with dangerous prey on the fly than anyone in Bangor yet knew, Mallory let loose of Bailey’s left wrist so she could hook her under the right arm and thus transform the Half Nelson to a fuller variety. Forcing Travis’s chin into the top of her cleavage, Mal stamped out into the middle of the ring and huffed, “Tap out, girl! Tap out or I’ll wear you ouTNNNGGH!”
Bailey pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, smacking the medicine ball curve of her glutes into Slade’s tummy. “That feel worn out to you, cupcake?” Travis countered with real anger in her voice. “I could crush your gut right now, or maybe I’d rather sit on your faWHOOOAAAHHH NNNNGGGHHH!”
Bracing against the inevitable strain it put on her aching back, Mallory yanked Bailey off her feet so hard the blonde’s long legs almost swung over her head. At the apex of their ascent Slade pushed onto her toes and sat out to THWHAM Travis’s taut daisy dukes into the mat with ring rattling force. Bailey bounced up from the impact despite being trapped in the Full Nelson, then let out a startled cry of anguish when the brunette slipped a Bodyscissors around her waist. Ankles locked, Mallory rolled onto her side and squeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors, every muscle in her legs shredding into sharp relief as the Boomslang bit deep. Up top she wrenched the Nelson back and forth, shaking Bailey like a terrier shakes a rat.
BOOMSLANG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPgtDtMm62Y
More than a little surprised by the ferocity Slade funnelled into such a simple pair of holds, the ref got down on one knee and said, “How you doing, Bay? You want to give it up? Tell me something, girl.”
“BACK OFF!” Bailey Travis shouted. “I’M NOT GONNA AAAARRGGHHHH!” Defiance gave way to pained wails when Mallory tightened the Scissors and reefed back on the Full Nelson, thus bending her foe into a long, bowed arch. “AAAAAAAHHHH STOP! STOP! I GIVE, ALL RIGHT?! I GIVE, I GIVE, LEMME GO!”
Caught up in battle lust, the memory of Bailey’s hand swatting her ass made Mal a bit more vindictive than usual. “TAP OUT!” she demanded. “GO ON, BIG GIRL! TAP THAT MAT AND I’LL LET YOU GO!”
Bailey groaned in anger and pain, but quickly slapped the mat half a dozen times, the sound of it almost overshadowed by the CLANG of the bell. Satisfied, Mal disengaged both holds and nudged Travis over onto her belly just as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
On one knee as her name was called, Mal raised a fist for her fans before standing up and planting a foot on either side of the beaten blonde’s hips. “See these, ladies?” Mal patted her thighs, a sturdy, dangerous sound. “Be it beast or bytch, there’s not one creature in this Jungle these legs can’t tame. Bailey here should be proof enough, but I know there are some of you who need to see… or feel, to believe. So anytime you’re thinking you wanna brave the squeeze, just come on down to this ring and call my name.” She smiled. “I won’t be hard to find. This Tigress is always on the prowl.”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3V_oUjHjag
MALLORY SLADE:
Already a prized member of the roster despite her short tenure, Mallory’s name earned a loud cheer from the Bangor Civic Center. Along with it came Escape the Fate’s ‘One For the Money’ and Mallory appeared a moment later, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade made it halfway down the aisle before she even considered hitting the brakes. Whirling in a circle, she took in the whole of the Jungle as she asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining as she always did before a match, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy tear her apart. For tonight’s safari she wore 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.
Slinking to the far side 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 to the other end. 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 tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade backed into the far corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for inspection. The zebra didn’t get her eyes though, they were trained on the curtain she’d so recently parted.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bedford, Virginia... she stands five feet nine inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-nine pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, if you would, please give a nice, down home welcome to ONE-HALF of Down Home Beatdown... Ladies and gentlemen, BAAAIIILLLEEEYYY TRRRAAAVVVIIISSS!”
That announcement spawned a buzz that was equal parts excitement and confusion--as delighted as the Bangorites ALWAYS were to see Bailey, few could remember her working solo since arriving in the Jungle. Though with that being said, even fewer doubted that the blonde had the tools to succeed without Vikki Kerrigan in her corner. But puzzlement gave way to delight when the speaker system crackled into action. As always, the fact that management in Orlando had sprung for music clearances indicated to the crowd that they expected BIG things from the woman in question--and Bailey Travis could certainly deliver.
Michelle Branch’s ‘Take a Chance on Me’ pumped over the sound system, and pretty quickly the audience was rocking along with the beat--until the country cutie bounded into view, beaming a blindingly bright smile. Travis darted down to the ring, an extensive amount of her ridiculously long legs left bared by her brown cowboy boots and blue Daisy Dukes, what denim there was serving only to enhance the charms of her derriere. North of the waist, the young blonde sported a white, sleeveless t-shirt, tied off just underneath the bust.
BAILEY TRAVIS:
TAKE A CHANCE ON ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoWNsssdf4E
Reaching the ring and damn near a full sprint, the country girl dove under the bottom rope. Sliding into the squared circle, Travis quickly rose to her knees, bopping along with her anthem a few moments longer before springing the rest of the way to her feet. It took only a couple of strides for Bailey to launch herself onto the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner, where she rallied the crowd with an extremely amped fistpump. With the Jungle Dwellers firmly invested in the battle ahead, Travis tipped a wink at Mallory and backed into her corner to wait through the final instructions.
The bell CLANGED and the Jungle Dwellers let loose with the sort of cheer only heard when two powerful fan favourites found themselves on opposite sides of the squared circle. Intently focused on one another now that the match was live, Bailey and Mallory left their corners and closed in with no circling, posturing or other preamble. Drawing up a few feet short of her foe, blonde and brunette looked over the opposition, each wanting a closer appraisal before the initiation of hostilities. “Never wrestled down a big cat, before.” Travis said after a few seconds. “But I’ve always wanted to. Looks like I’m about to get my wish.”
Slade matched the blonde’s smile with one of her own. “Looks like I’ve got you at a bit of a disadvantage then, girl. Because I have wrestled down SCORES of tanned, country strong blondes.”
Bailey rolled her shoulders and settled into a slight crouch, the utter confidence in Mallory’s voice good enough to set her competitive juices simmering. “That may be true, sweetie. But you ain’t never tangled with THIS tanned, country strong blonde before. And she is gonna love pinning your little striped butt to the mat.”
Mallory mirrored her foe’s crouch and raised her hands in anticipation of the clinch. “You’re gonna have to work real hard if you want that, Bailey. And while you’re workin’ I’ll be workin’ harder to point your Daisy Dukes toward the rafters.”
Travis nodded, curled her right hand into a loose fist and extended it for a bump, which Slade returned at once. “Best of luck to you, Mal Slade. Now come at me, I wanna wrestle.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when the Tigress pounced into a hard Collar & Elbow Lock-up. Pushing and shoving at her blonde with all the intensity Travis had demanded, Mallory got the Virginia half of DHBD into the corner and pressed hard, forcing some stern tummy to tummy contact. The ref hurried over to make sure everything was on the up n’ up, then backed off fast when Bailey dug in and shoved her way out. Both startled and pleased by her adversary’s power, Slade pushed for all she was worth against Travis’s advance but the blonde was not to be denied and it wasn’t long before Mal’s tush was smudged against the middle turnbuckle.
“There ya go, girl.” Bailey crowded close, her invasion of personal space a strong reminder of her slight height and weight advantage. “Wriggle against this for a minute, then tell me if you’re still eager to take me WHOAH!”
Trapped but far from helpless, Slade put a foot on the bottom rope and used it to power clear of the buckles. No straight lines this time though, the gorgeous grapplers spun in a wild corkscrew that didn’t straighten out until the stamped into the ropes. After that it was switch after switch after switch, as Bailey and Mallory worked the perimeter while stubbornly refusing to let go. Eventually they ended up back in Mallory’s corner and once again it was the Aussie import wedged in tight.
“That’s the end of round one Mal and it looks like I’m ahead on points.” Bailey chuckled while mashing the smaller lass against the thinly-padded steel. “I’ll let you loose soon as you wanna come clean and admit HEY!”
Not about to do any such thing, the Tigress of Tallong put one foot on the bottom rope, then ‘climbed’ her way to the second rope. Doing so negated Travis’s height advantage by quite a bit and by launching herself into the blonde’s exposed midsection. Knees raised, legs stretched wide, Mallory caught Bailey with a jury-rigged Thesz Press that was still strong enough to take the big Virginian to the canvas. The THWHUMP of approximately two hundred and seventy-three pounds hitting the mat was enough to break the Lock-up, unfortunately for Travis she wasn’t in any position to take advantage and Slade most certainly was. Snatching the blonde’s wrists in both hands, Mal pinned them high overhead, then hooked her ankles behind Bailey’s heels and streeeeeetched her gams into a yelp-inducing Double Leg Grapevine. Back arched to apply as much pressure as possible, the bronzed brunette mouthed along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Bailey wrenched her stems free and used the Wristlocks to roll Mallory onto her back. Scrambling up into a high, tight Schoolgirl Pin before Slade realized the trouble; Travis yanked her hands free and collected both of her foe’s legs behind the knee. Reverse Matchbook in place, she leaned forward to give the other woman an exquisite view of her navel while the ref slapped out….
ONE….
TWO….
Mallory kicked her legs forward and Bailey tumbled onto her back trapped in a ground-born Sunset Flip. Wrapping her arms tight around the blonde’s waist, Slade pressed into Bailey’s upturned haunches for another…
ONE…
TWO…
The Virginian burst her confines again, this time sitting up out of the Flip and dropping her butt so far forward it hit the canvas just inches above her rival’s flushed face. “Got’cher butt pointed at the lights, baby! Just like I promised!”
ONE…
TWO…
Slade pushed her way out of the latest Matchbook and ended up flat on her tummy with both legs still threaded around Bailey’s waist. Locking her ankles, she gave those dangerous gams a hard squeeze, then rolled onto her back. This twisted over into another Sunset Flip style pin and because it was right there the Tigress couldn’t resist CLAPPING her opponent’s bottom in time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Bailey wrenched free and tumbled away in a leggy somersault that brought an official end to the first engagement. Though they were well aware of the raucous cheers from those assembled, Slade and Travis only had eyes for one another as they got up and made minor adjustments to their togs. Hands on her hips, Bailey smirked, “Folks who lay a hand on my denim without asking permission usually draw back a nub. So congrats on making yourself part of a special club.”
Mal raised her hands, ready and waiting whenever the blonde decided she was ready. “You can be part of a club too, Bailey. It’s an elite group of blondes, each who once upon a time kindly asked me to stop spanking their asses.”
Travis grinned and shook her head ‘no’. “Oh sweetie, you’ve just gone and made this a special occasion.” Undoing the knot in her sleeveless white-tee, Travis grabbed the bottom edge in both hands and peeled it up over her head, leaving her clad in that scrap of denim and a candy-apple red bra.
This raised the noise by several decibels, forcing Mallory to almost shout her reply. “Strip off as much as you want, girl. That just gives me more of you to roll around on bare canvas.”
Bailey’s smile didn’t vanish, but it grew considerably sharper. “You’re the only one getting rolled tonight, baby.”
That brought her forward on the double so Mal hailed her with a Haymaker only to grunt when the Virginian blocked it with her forearm. Bailey saw the surprise on her opponent’s face, blew her a taunting kiss, then PWAAAKED her with an open handed right that twisted Slade’s head to one side. Half a dozen identical blows followed, each one backing Mallory up until she was leaned against the ropes. The DHBD lass tanned Mal’s cheek with an extra shot for good measure, then grabbed a wrist and slung her off the ropes with an Irish Whip. Worthy of note, Travis didn’t release her grip. Rather she let the line play out, then reeled the brunette back in and ‘smecked’ both arms around her waist. An Atomic Drop or any number of Suplexes were possible from this position, but no one was really surprised when Bailey elected to hup her burden off the canvas and squeeeeeeeeeeeze down with a Bear Hug.
“You’re a pretty tuff kitty,” Travis admitted while doing her level best to break Mal’s spirit against the rocks of her tummy and chest, “but even the toughest kitties gotta give it up when a bear gets a hold of ‘em!”
To illustrate this point Bailey dipped her knees and torqued her hips, a potent combination that whipped Mallory back n’ forth like a rag doll in the jaws of a hyperactive terrier. Effective though they were such bursts required a great deal of energy and so Travis slowed to a crawl after Slade spent five interminable seconds in that rib-crushing paint shaker. Cranking back on the Hug so Mal’s toes were scrabbling against the canvas, the big blonde snuggled her arms a little tighter against her foe’s floating ribs, then asked, “Ready to give it up, babe? There’s no shame in gettin’ squeezed out by these arms. You aren’t the first and you damned sure won’t be the last.”
Slade waggled her finger for the ref and reserved her words for Bailey. “I… ran afoul of a hungry boa constrictor when I was fifteen,” she wheezed, “this is…. nothing I can’t… handleNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Travis muscled her fully off the mat, forcing the Tigress of Tallong to brace her shins against the taller woman’s thighs to reestablish even a semblance of vertical base. “There’s one big difference between me and that snake, sweetie.” Bailey muttered. “No one’s comin’ to your rescue this time around.”
Mal managed a pained smile. “Who said anyone came to my rescue?”
Travis’s pretty face flashed with annoyance. “What’d you do, talk the damned thing NNNGGGH!”
Slade arched back as best she could and planted her left hand against right shoulder to maintain the distance. Then she THWAPPED a rough Forearm Smash against her foe’s sternum. The Virginian staggered but didn’t break her noose so Mallory delivered two more shots, each delivered a little quicker than the first. That was enough to set her feet on the mat so she pulled her arms wide for a Mongolian Chop and “WHOOOAAAAH!” Abandoning the Bear Hug before Slade could box her ears, Travis slipped an arm though the brunette’s gams and lifted her into a brawny Crossbody over her chest. Bailey’s smile returned the instant Slade was hooked in place and it got all the wider when she stomped over to the ropes facing the hard camera.
“Y’all wanna see who’s tuffer?” she punctuated the question by swatting her foe’s backside. The Dwellers confirmed that they would, so the girl from DHBD stuffed Mal against the top rope and unleashed no less than six THWHUMPING Kneelifts to the small of her back. Mallory fought it every step of the way, indeed she managed to land a few sturdy shots across the blonde’s back, but they couldn’t match Travis’s intensity or power and worse, they didn’t get her free from the Southerner’s clutches.
BEDFORD BACK MASSAGE @ 00:46
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6O373IbGgE
That particular release didn’t come until Bailey retreated to the centre of the ring and casually tossed the brunette up n’ over. Laying out flat as Slade cleared her head, Travis landed comfortably on her back while Mallory THWHAMMED down on hers. Already a powerful maneuver in the hands of someone as tall and strong as Bailey Travis, the Samoan Drop was all the more potent thanks to the Kneelifts she’d hammered home several seconds prior. Mallory sat up, clutched at her back and let out an angry little bark when Bailey shoved her down flat. Hands on the smaller woman’s shoulders, Travis straddled Mal’s waist and pressed down hard in an old school Schoolgirl Pin good for…
SAMOAN DROP @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6O373IbGgE
ONE…
TWO…
Slade stuffed her hands against Travis’s chest and shoved her loose, a simple act of defiance that caused her far more pain than she’d care to admit. Bailey frowned but didn’t give in to frustration, not when she was in such firm control. Still, she wanted to be the first active Jungle talent to take down this girl who’d wandered in one early spring night and taken Veronica Treymane to her limits. Putting Slade on her back in the middle of the ring would put the blonde powerhouse several huge steps closer to earning a shot at the Jungle championship she wanted more than anything. With gold glittering in the back of her mind, she worked a hand into Mallory’s hair, then got to her feet and forced Mallory up alongside.
“How’s that back treatin’ ya, Mal?” she asked once they were vertical. “Starting to stiffen up on ya yet?”
“Stuuuhh… still plenty strong enough to carry your big AAHHH SHIIITTT!” The Bedford Bomber scooped Slade up like she was little more than a cranky toddler and held comfortably across her chest. “Dammit, put me down!” the tamed Tigress beat a flurry of little Hammer Punches against Travis’s back but like her earlier efforts, they came to naught.
“Gonna make you a deal, sweetie.” Bailey said with a taunting smile on her face. “You stop pounding on my back and I’ll stop spanking your pert little ass.”
Mallory, who figured the threatened paddling was figurative, answered by driving a fist into her opponent’s ribs. She drew back for more only to let out a yelp when Travis did indeed SMACK a palm against her butt. The brunette yelped, then went quiet and still. “Stop that, Bailey. You’re only gonna get one warning.”
Bailey smirked. “You want it to stop, tuff girl? Give up. Or MAKE me stop.” The former didn’t seem likely and Slade had done nothing in terms of the latter, so Bailey went back to swatting her tush, the blonde’s pace increasing in speed and intensity as she added a healthy pink undertone to those already bronzed, “UUUUNNNNGGGH!” Travis stumbled hard to starboard when the infuriated brunette brought her knees into play, jamming the right deep into her opponent’s ribs. Fighting to catch her balance after a handful of those jarring blows, Bailey did so just long enough to raise Slade up by several inches before dropping to one knee to pay back the abuse with a more traditional take on the Ribbreaker. “That’s about enough of your crap, sugar.” Bailey growled as she stood up with the Aussie import still wriggling in her clutches. “You want out so bad? Fine. But you’re doin’ it my way.”
In this case ’my way’ entailed getting to her feet and rudely muscling Slade over her head with something like a jury-rigged Military Press. Twisting so Slade’s feet were pointed toward the nearest corner, Travis took off as fast as she could go (which was quite fast, even at that odd angle) and tossed Mallory, not over the top rope, but spine-first into the top two turnbuckles!
RIBBREAKER @ TURNBUCKLE MILITARY PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xh8osDaKsOc
Bounced clear of the corner to land on her knees, Slade barely had time to reach for her traumatized back, let alone do anything to actually comfort it before Bailey leaned down and wrapped both arms around her waist. Gutwrench secure, she lifted the vulnerable brunette off the mat and dragged her clear of any possible assistance from the ropes. Then she dipped her knees and spun Mal ALL the way up, the tawny stunner turned over at the apex and hurled into a long, long fall that ended with her THWHAMMING into the barely-padded plywood. Dropping to her knees while Slade arched like she’d touched a live wire, Bailey stuffed both hands against that taut tummy and pressed down, forcing her fellow rookie to the mat for…
GUTWRENCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa7TU0KzvNk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mallory slapped Bailey’s hands away and sat up, saving herself from defeat with half a tick to spare. “All right, that’s it.” Travis’s tone was utterly devoid of its previous playfulness, it was all about business when she snatched Mal’s left leg in both hands and draaaaaaagged her prey out to the perfect spot on the canvas. “Never had too much use for Boston,” she told the prone brunette, “but this hold is one of my HEY! LEGGOERRGGH WHOOAAH!”
Slade kicked her left leg free of Travis’s grip and set her heel on the blonde’s left shoulder. Then she brought up her right leg and laid that foot on Bailey’s right shoulder. With the DHBDer’s head wedged inside a stubby ‘V’, the Tigress of Tallong pushed up into a headstand and spun her hips in a tight little corkscrew. It did nothing for the throbbing ache in her lower back, it did however spin her onto one knee and flip Bailey off her feet, the startled blonde tumbling over in mid-air for a rough tush on canvas THUMP!
HEADSTAND HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XufJ8G4rjo
The landing was far from painless, but it didn’t come close to matching the abuse Mallory soaked up in the last few minutes so none of the Jungle Dwellers were surprised when Bailey beat the brunette to boot leather with time to spare. A quick Toe Kick doubled Slade over before she could muster any defence and a double handful of hair tugged her into an unpleasantly powerful Standing Headscissors. “Girl’s tough,” Travis admitted to the cheering crowd, “but I’m tougher. And this fight is over!”
With that she SMACKED Mallory’s glutes with both hands, Bailey leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Mal’s waist and treated those ribs to a hard squeeze. Then she dipped her knees and flipped the Tigress from the canvas to a seat on her shoulders that-- shouts of surprise from all corners when Slade slipped her legs clear of the Powerbomb stall and looped her right arm around Travis’s head all in the same motion. Yanking back on the Front Facelock even as gravity took over, Mallory landed on her butt while Bailey THWHUNKED down far harder thanks to the improvised DDT.
SNEAKSY DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Brain rattled by the thunderous impact, Travis immediately rolled onto her belly and cradled her head in both hands in hopes of dulling the ache. Close by Slade was dealing with aches of her own, the tiger-striped lovely working at the knots in her lower back with both hands and an expression of grim determination on her pretty face. The sort of punishment her opponent doled out didn’t just go away after a quick massage, but Mallory was as tough as she claimed and several seconds of hard work were enough to convince her she could work the rest of the match. On her feet at about the time Bailey clambered to one knee, Slade stomped up behind her and clapped on a rough Side Headlock.
“Did’ja like spankin’ my bum, girl?” the brunette’s usually soft Aussie accent came on much more pronounced after a pitched battle. “Hope so, cuz it ain’t happenin’ again.”
Travis slapped at the shorter woman’s tummy and pushed at her elbow for naught, she couldn’t twist her cheek away from the modest swell of Mal’s right breast. “Gonna happen sooner than you know, baby.” she grunted. “Just as soon as I get outta WHOOOOAAAH!”
Mallory took off like a shot, forcing the big blonde to spring to her feet so she didn’t get dragged along behind. Unfortunately the adjustment didn’t do her much good, after several long strides Slade hopped up and came down on her left knee. The right pointed up at the lights for just a moment before it pointed at Bailey’s forehead, which THWUNKED it quite forcibly. Bailey reared back on her haunches, put one hand to her pounding head and the other against the canvas to power her return to verticality. She’d only managed a rough three-point stance when Slade rushed in from the left and palmed the back of her neck in one hand. Leaving the mat in a short leap, Mal kicked her legs forward and stuffed Bailey’s face against her knees, thus ensuring the Virginian endured an exceptionally wicked landing when the two of ‘em THWHUMPED down. Spiked like a tent peg by the Gator Snap, Bailey flopped onto her back then turned onto her belly, which might’ve been an attempt to stave off a pin or nothing but shocked nerves, it was hard to tell.
GATOR SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFa2LhXMzbE
Whatever the reasoning (or lack thereof) it did prevent a cover but only because Slade didn’t try for one. Instead she climbed aboard the groggy battler and settled her tush into the hollow of Bailey’s back. “Big and strong, aren’t ya, sweetie?” Mal’s voice was hard and slightly taunting as she clasped Travis’s biceps and pulled them back so she could hook them over the tawny planes of her thighs. “That’s ok, I like the opposition as big as I can get ‘em. Always pops the crowd more when a real giant gets subdued.”
“Errgghhh… you haven’t subdued anything.” Bailey’s answer was muffled because her chin was tucked against her chest, she was doing everything she could to avoid what she was certain would be a Camel Clutch. “You’re just making sure I won’t feel bad when I HEY! NO! STOP! DON’T YOU GGRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mallory did indeed have a Clutch on her mind, but it wasn’t one her opponent had encountered before that very moment. Slipping her left hand under Travis’s left armpit, the Tigress of Tallong cranked that limb up in a Half Nelson, then reached across with her free hand, grabbed the blonde’s exposed wrist and pulled it snug against Bailey’s throat. Neither Cobra nor Camel yet combining elements of both, Mallory dubbed her creation the Platypus Clutch, an admittedly lighthearted name for a highly painful maneuver. Jerking on Travis’s wrist while simultaneously leeeeaaaning back, Slade bounced her butt against the tangled battler and demanded, “Give up, girl! You’re not going anywhere!”
Bailey grunted something that didn’t sound like a surrender and the waggled ‘no’ of her (relatively) free hand confirmed it for the official. But defiance did nothing but spur Slade on and she doubled down on both halves of the hold, convinced that they could bring the big blonde powerhouse to heel. The powerhouse in question thought the same thing, at least if she allowed herself to endure the painful stretch / choke combination unchallenged for much longer. Refusing to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, Bailey started bicycling her thighs against the canvas. It didn’t bring her any closer to the ropes but it did get a knee under her after ten long seconds. Once she’d gained that her other knee quickly followed and then the Platypus transformed into a plain old Cobra as she fought to her feet.
“Too strong, baby!” Bailey celebrated her newfound mobility by driving a few elbows into the smaller woman’s ribs. “Too strong to keep doWWNNGH!
More adept at dealing with dangerous prey on the fly than anyone in Bangor yet knew, Mallory let loose of Bailey’s left wrist so she could hook her under the right arm and thus transform the Half Nelson to a fuller variety. Forcing Travis’s chin into the top of her cleavage, Mal stamped out into the middle of the ring and huffed, “Tap out, girl! Tap out or I’ll wear you ouTNNNGGH!”
Bailey pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, smacking the medicine ball curve of her glutes into Slade’s tummy. “That feel worn out to you, cupcake?” Travis countered with real anger in her voice. “I could crush your gut right now, or maybe I’d rather sit on your faWHOOOAAAHHH NNNNGGGHHH!”
Bracing against the inevitable strain it put on her aching back, Mallory yanked Bailey off her feet so hard the blonde’s long legs almost swung over her head. At the apex of their ascent Slade pushed onto her toes and sat out to THWHAM Travis’s taut daisy dukes into the mat with ring rattling force. Bailey bounced up from the impact despite being trapped in the Full Nelson, then let out a startled cry of anguish when the brunette slipped a Bodyscissors around her waist. Ankles locked, Mallory rolled onto her side and squeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors, every muscle in her legs shredding into sharp relief as the Boomslang bit deep. Up top she wrenched the Nelson back and forth, shaking Bailey like a terrier shakes a rat.
BOOMSLANG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPgtDtMm62Y
More than a little surprised by the ferocity Slade funnelled into such a simple pair of holds, the ref got down on one knee and said, “How you doing, Bay? You want to give it up? Tell me something, girl.”
“BACK OFF!” Bailey Travis shouted. “I’M NOT GONNA AAAARRGGHHHH!” Defiance gave way to pained wails when Mallory tightened the Scissors and reefed back on the Full Nelson, thus bending her foe into a long, bowed arch. “AAAAAAAHHHH STOP! STOP! I GIVE, ALL RIGHT?! I GIVE, I GIVE, LEMME GO!”
Caught up in battle lust, the memory of Bailey’s hand swatting her ass made Mal a bit more vindictive than usual. “TAP OUT!” she demanded. “GO ON, BIG GIRL! TAP THAT MAT AND I’LL LET YOU GO!”
Bailey groaned in anger and pain, but quickly slapped the mat half a dozen times, the sound of it almost overshadowed by the CLANG of the bell. Satisfied, Mal disengaged both holds and nudged Travis over onto her belly just as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
On one knee as her name was called, Mal raised a fist for her fans before standing up and planting a foot on either side of the beaten blonde’s hips. “See these, ladies?” Mal patted her thighs, a sturdy, dangerous sound. “Be it beast or bytch, there’s not one creature in this Jungle these legs can’t tame. Bailey here should be proof enough, but I know there are some of you who need to see… or feel, to believe. So anytime you’re thinking you wanna brave the squeeze, just come on down to this ring and call my name.” She smiled. “I won’t be hard to find. This Tigress is always on the prowl.”
