Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 18:38:25 GMT
The crowd was still buzzing over the last encounter when the Announcer raised his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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:
Those gathered in person joined the millions watching at home in letting fly with a veritable deluge of invective directed toward the stage and the woman soon to claim it as her own. Their enmity did nothing to stop Invincible from storming the speakers, indeed the former champ’s anthem seemed to swell alongside the jeers until the NorCal Sensation swatted the curtain aside and stepped into view. Strolling to the top of the ramp with hardly a glance at the camera, Jenny treated her fair-weather fans to a pair of middle finger J’s that she tucked into invisible holsters at her hips before making her way down the aisle.
For her first pay-per-view appearance of 2018, Jenny wore the dead 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, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Happy to run her mouth at every troll, slug and humanoid on the aisle, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Bouncing to her feet, the fireplug blonde turned to the hard camera and said, “Some idiots in the executive wing think I’m Gatekeeper material. Tonight I show them why that’s a terrible idea.”
The Announcer resumed his duties once the worst of the Jacobs-hate died down. “And introducing her opponent, 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 of Tallong… MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
The capacity crowd let loose a roar to shake the rafters as 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 when 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. Showing them the smile that’d never really disappeared after she’d pinned Sue Burlingame last month, the ascendant ingenue called, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered at the top of their lungs
Exploding into a sprint at the thought of another career statement, the Aussie stunner raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For tonight’s stroll through the hunting grounds 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.
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 tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Mal thanked them with a pumped fist, then turned her attention to the Innovator observing her from the opposite corner.
“Hope you’re taking me seriously, girl.” she said. “If you’re not now… you will be.”
Jenny offered no reply, so Mal headed over to her corner, where erstwhile referee Merle treated her pads and boots to a final pre-match inspection.
Tigress and Innovator each strode forth with the bell, the former showing no fear of the recent World Champion, the latter clearly nonplussed by an opponent coming off the biggest win of her professional life. Slowing as the distance shrank, Slade sank into a deep crouch and leaned forward, the limber battler reaching exploratory hands toward her adversary. Jenny didn’t shy away from Mallory’s fingers, indeed she surprised a great many in attendance by mirroring the Australian’s stance. Their fingers brushed, locked for a moment, then broke apart when each wrestler decided the time wasn’t quite right. More circling led to more hand fighting, a bit more protracted than their first encounter, but still nothing meaningful in the way of a clench. Third time proved a charm as Jacobs raised her hands for a lock-up only to shoot low in search of a Single-Leg Take-NO!
Slade saw it coming, threw her hips back and cinched an arm around the blonde’s head to secure a Front Facelock. Set on one knee, Mal joined her hands in an S-grip and managed a few strong constrictions before Jacobs squirmed loose, grabbed hold of Mallory’s left wrist and spun her way into a Hammerlock atop the Aussie’s lower back. Wedging her knees against Slade’s hips to keep her in place, Jenny forced the pinioned limb up until the taller woman could’ve scratched the nape of her own neck. “Catching a tiger by the tail always struck me as a remarkably bad fit of strategy.” Jacobs opined after forcing a little grunt of pain from her foe. “Taking a paw away however,” she tugged on the Hammerlock to emphasize the point. “That could work. Not gonna give on me, are you, Slade?”
“No way, girl.” Mal answered at once. “You’re gonna sweat buckets if you wanna beat nnnnngggghhhhh!”
Jenny halved the Hammerlock, cupped that hand under Slade’s chin and pulled her head back at an awkward angle. Immediately thereafter she shifted to a seat in the hollow of the brunette’s back, which effectively turned her pair of holds into a modified Camel Clutch. Smiling as she jostled Slade’s head up n’ down, Jenny said, “I don’t know if you’ll make me sweat, but I’m more than happy to showcase on your gator-wrestling--oohhhh, feisty!”
Mallory shifted her weight and managed to get a knee on the canvas, which made it much easier to slide out from beneath the NorCal Sensation. Of course Jenny still had control of the brunette’s left arm and chin and she tightened those hooks with a silky smooth transition into a Crossface Chickenwing. Hands locked tight against the left side of her opponent’s face, Jacobs poured on the pressure, clearly looking to damage Slade’s shoulder from the outset. “I know why you’re in this match, Mal.” the blonde cooed in her brunette’s ear. “You snuck one by Sue Burlingame and now management wants to see if you’re for real. Tell me, are you for real?”
Mallory Slade wasn’t one to waste her breath in the midst of battle, yet she wasn’t about to let Jenny run her mouth unopposed, so she powered to one knee and drove her right elbow into the blonde’s flank. “You’ll find out just how real I am when I get my claws into OOOWWW! Hair!”
Jenny, who’d adjusted her own grip to tug on the Aussie’s ponytail, giggled and went right back to wrenching the Chickenwing. “Don’t think I’m going to make the same mistakes Sue did.” the Innovator noted even as Slade clambered to her feet. “I’ll keep the pressure on bell to bell, see how long it takes your bendy little ass to WHOOAAANNGH!”
Mal reached back with her free hand, cupped the base of Jacobs’s skull and laid out on her left hip to sling Jenny up, over and down with a clever application of the Snapmare. Jenny came down on one shoulder, tucked into a beautiful tumble and popped up a second later none the worse for wear. Mal was up just as quickly and she beckoned the veteran forward, or at least she started to, Jacobs interrupted with an explosive charge that “UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Mallory pivoted into the encroaching blonde, clamped an arm around her noggin and slung her over one hip with a Headlock Takedown that THWHUMPED Jacobs against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Bearing down hard enough to get a started groan from the former World Champ, Slade planted her feet and leaned back, forcing her weight against Jenny’s chest even as she tried to squeeze her head from her shoulders.
“Pressure doesn’t scare me, Jacobs.” Mal admitted after five long seconds of Headlock grind. “What about y-”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds got a hand under Mallory’s chin and pushed her head back sharply. Slade could already feel Jenny shifting her hips for a counter Headscissor, so she sat up and wrenched the hold that much harder. “Don’t think so!” she taunted the squirming blonde. “You aren’t going anywhere without a EEERRRHHH!”
Jenny curled her shovin’ hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked it across Slade’s washboard midriff once, twice, three times! Mal shifted to protect herself from further abuse and succeeded, but Double J countered with a rude chin push that let the NorCal Sensation ‘smeck’ her legs around the taller woman’s neck. Crossing her ankles the instant she was free of the Headlock, Jenny worked her jaw, bore down on the Scissors and treated her opponent’s abs to a single swift overhand SLAP!
“I know all about you, Slade.” Jacobs muttered the Tigress scraped and worried at the knee snugged beneath her chin. “I get that you made your name wrestling alligators back in BFE, but here’s the thing. A gator’s brain is the size of what, a walnut? None of those tricks are going to work against DAMN UNGH!”
Mal kipped her way out of the Scissors and celebrated by driving a heel into the pit of Jenny’s belly. The blonde sat up, took a quick Soccer Kick for her troubles and went down flat on her back. Above her, Slade straddled the other woman’s waist and dropped into a seat facing her legs. Taking hold of Jacobs’s ankles, the Tigress placed them atop one another in an ‘X’, then braced her hands against the interior of Jenny’s knees and puuuuusssssshed down. The Leg Stretch was simple but effective, as evidenced by the pained grimace on Jenny’s face as she dug her elbows into the canvas.
Merle noted the expression and closed in to check on his charge. “You ok, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Jacobs shook her head in irritation, sat up as best she could and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across the brunette’s shoulders. “Let go of my legs, Slade.” she demanded.
Mallory didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder, she only shook her head ‘no’ and pressed down like she meant to touch the Californian’s knees to the canvas. “No free passes in my ring, girl.” she countered. “You want out of this hold? Wrestle your way out. Or submitTTNNNGGGHHH!”
`Jenny sat up and clubbed her a second time, only now she hooked her arms under Slade’s biceps and locked her hands in a Full Nelson. Leaning back as soon as her grip was set, Jacobs drew the taller grappler into her lap and neatly threaded both legs around her waist. Pushing down on Mallory’s head even as she cranked back on the Nelson, Jenny alternately relaxed and constricted her gams to make sure the Aussie never knew when it was safe to breathe. “Looks like I got out, baby.” Jenny dragged Mallory’s chin back n’ forth across the top of her own cleavage. “Now are you going to keep this interesting or am I going to have to pose you like you posed all those gators back in that ridiculous sand pit where you got your start?”
Mallory waggled a finger ‘no’ because shaking her head was too painful. “Better finish this while you can, big mouth.” she growled. “Otherwise you’ll be the one getting posed once I get out of here.”
Jenny smirked and pushed down on Slade’s skull until the brunette’s chin was snug against her sternum. “I love all the tough talk, sweetie. Makes me think you’re going to fight all the way to the bitter end. But we both know I’ve got you locked up tight and if I’m of the mind to punish you…” Jacobs relaxed her Scissors for a moment, then bore down twice as hard, the strong muscles in her thighs shredding in to sharp relief as she put gut-churning pressure on the Australian’s tummy.
“How you doing, Mal?” Merle asked when Slade let out a soft, pained groan. “Need me to go for the bell?”
“No.” she huffed. “Keep back, Merle. This is between us.”
Jenny arched an eyebrow, the Innovator oh so faintly impressed by her foe’s determination. “You sure about that, Mal?” she wrapped the taller woman’s ponytail around one fist and pulled hard enough to earn another angry grunt. “Merle might look like a dope, but he’s been doing this job long enough to know when a girl’s totally outclass--” Jenny went quiet the instant Mallory grabbed a handful of hair and started to pull.
“C’mon ladies, you know that’s not allowed.” the ref said of the mutual hair-pull. “Let’s keep this clean, ok?”
“She said this is between us.” Jacobs muttered, the humor gone from her tone. “Do you hear her complaining? Do you hear me complaining? No. So shut up and let us do this our way.”
Slade bared her teeth in a smile, worked her hand a little closer to the nape of Jenny’s neck and pulled until she felt the blonde’s breath hitch in her ear. Not about to let this chunk of gym rat bikini meat best her in even a single encounter, Jenny continued to tug on the Tigress’s ponytail and added to her discomfort by moving her other hand to Mallory’s chin. “Is this your best, bytch?” the blonde demanded of her wriggling rival. “I don’t mind an easy paycheck, but it doesn’t seem fair to collect pay-per-view money without even breaking a sweNGH! NGH! NGH! ERRRGHH!”
Mallory wrenched her right arm loose of Jenny’s trap and immediately spiked the tip of her elbow into the NorCal Sensation’s right thigh. “Unhook your ankles, girl.” Slade demanded after switching over to a slow, hateful scoring of the blonde’s vulnerable thigh. “Or I’ll keep at it until I draw rrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh is that how we’re going to play?”
Jenny, who’d filled her right hand with the modest swell of Mallory’s right breast, dug her nails into the underside of the soft flesh. “We’re playing to win, princess. Or at least I am. If you can’t handle it you can always go back to jerking curtains.” Angered by the dismissive note in her opponent’s voice, Slade raked her nails over Jenny’s right thigh once more, then reached down and around to worm her fingers under the blonde’s kneepad. Jacobs knew what was coming and sought to preempt the jailbreak by narrowing the focus of her claw to a vicious pincer on the brunette’s nipple. “Don’t even think about it, Slade.” she warned. “Try and I’ll twist until you AAAAAAAAAHHHHH SHYT!”
Unperturbed by the warning, Mallory gouged her nails into the pressure point in the pit of her foe’s knee. Jenny’s leg tingled from tiptoe to hip and she knew she’d have to abandon the Scissors within seconds. Cursing in disgust as her hooks started to sag, she bore down on Slade’s hips one last time and abruptly rolled to her knees. With Mallory pinned beneath her, she scrambled into a high seat on the Australian’s back and laid claim to both wrists. “You’re gonna scream now, bytch. “Jenny promised as she crisscrossed Slade’s arms beneath her throat in a snug ‘X’. “And you’ll keep screaming until you admit you don’t belong in the ring with OOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The Straightjacket was snug, but not so snug that Mal couldn’t twist her head to one side and bite down on the blonde’s wrist! Pumping her legs violently as she felt Jenny squirm on her perch, the bronzed-battler squirmed out from under Jacobs and rose to one knee. Still down both arms, Slade fought through her growing lightheadedness and clambered to verticality. Behind her, Jacobs wrenched the Straightjacket from side to side and drove a spiteful Kneelift into the small of Slade’s back. “On your knees, baby.” the blonde demanded. “Down or I’ll WHOAAOOFFHH!”
Mal went up on tiptoes and dropped to her butt which in turn drove Jenny’s chin into the top of her skull in a crude Jawbreaker. The Innovator grunted and released her grip on Slade’s wrists to tend to her own aching mug. Mallory could’ve used a moment’s respite herself, but she knew she had to stay on the blonde if she wanted to hang in this match. To that end she popped up and hurried after Jacobs, who’d cleared off to catch her breath. Catching the smaller woman in a loose Waistlock, Slade plowed forward until Jenny was pressed chest-first against the ropes, Mal halved her grip and dropped down on her left side to take Double J over and down with a quick roll that left the blonde on her THWHACK! Mal barrel-rolled across the canvas and lashed out with her right leg in a low Roundhouse that caught the former World Champ flush between the eyes.
ROLL UP ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJfLrLpeccw
Jenny’s head snapped back and she sprawled to the canvas, prompting the FAWNatics to urge Slade to try for a cover. She closed in quickly enough, but Jacobs ended thoughts of a quick cover by flopping onto her stomach. This defense didn’t stymie the Tigress at all, indeed she looked quite satisfied when she swung a leg over the prone blonde and deftly slid her calves beneath the blonde’s biceps. Crossing her ankles against the base of Jacobs’s neck, Slade stretched out and grabbed hold of the American’s right ankle. “Gonna wish you’d never brought those claws into play against me, honey.” she delivered a single slap to the blonde’s tush, then wedged the captured shin against the back of Jenny’s left knee. Shifting her grip to Jacobs’s left ankle, she pulled those captured legs off the mat and scooted back until she was sitting firmly on Jenny’s shoulders.
A murmur of applause that grew to a roar as Mallory slipped a hand though the center of the ‘4’ created by her foe’s legs. With Jenny’s left ankle stuffed under one arm and both hands laced across the Californian’s thigh, Slade bore down and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to put insidious pressure on the other woman’s spine. “How you doin’ down there, Jenny?” Mal taunted after working the Lotusleaf for perhaps ten seconds. “Merle’s looking like he wants to ask you about quitting! You ready to quit?”
Jacobs squirmed and adjusted, her escape efforts considerably hampered because her biceps were pinned in the vise of Slade’s thighs and calves. Pressing her palms against the mat for any leverage she could find, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds snapped, “You think you’re gonna beat me with anything resembling a Cloverleaf? Bytch, I’m going to touch your toes to the back of your head for EERRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Slade shifted her mount and applied more pressure, the tawny battler doing her best to fold her mouthy adversary in half. “I’m not quite sure how I’m going to beat you yet, cutie.” Mal taunted. “But I know I’m going to enjoy hearing you submit!”
The crowd started a ‘TAP!’ chant that Jenny would’ve shouted down if she wasn’t dealing with much more pressing issues. Knowing full well there wasn’t anything like an easy escape hatch for this goddamned knot, the NorCal Sensation dug her nails into the mat and sloooooooowly dragged their combined weight toward the ropes. Mallory felt the blonde’s progress but she made no effort to slow it. She simply kept pulling and jostling the Cloverleaf half of her trap, the brunette doing her best to put a serious kink in Jenny’s back before she reached the--“Get off me, Slade.” Jenny huffed the instant she grabbed the bottom rope. “Don’t make me tell you--” the Tigress tossed those legs away, flattened her hands into paddles and let loose with a blistering barrage on the Innovator’s hapless glutes! Jacobs snarled at the derisive treatment, yet endured it because she knew the law was on her side. A few more seconds of this crap and she’d be free to-- “UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Mallory popped off her mount, grabbed the top rope in both hands and used the middle strand to springboard into a high jump that ended with both boots THUMPING into the small of the American’s back!
“Hey, knock that off Mal! She‘s in the ropes!” Merle demanded even as the tanned brunette swung around to take hold of her foe’s ankles.
Slade was no fool, which was probably why she fixed the ref to her most winning smile. “Oh is she? I didn’t hear a count so I wasn’t sure.”
Jenny, who’d managed to maintain half her death-grip on the bottom rope, barked, “GET HER OFFA ME, MERLWHOOAAHHH F*CK!”
Mallory stepped back and tugged, forcing the Innovator to double down on her lifeline or risk coming free. Unfazed by Jenny’s wriggling or the referee’s count, Slade kept right on backing up, thus forcing her opponent to ‘climb’ to the second strand and finally the third. With Jacobs stretched out full length several feet above the mat, Mal lashed out with a high kick that buried her toes in NorCal belly just as Merle reached ‘FOUR!’ Jenny grunted, finally relented and let out a much louder groan when she dropped into the waiting vise of Slade’s stems. Resting on her hands and butt, Mal crossed her ankles behind Jacobs’s neck and bore down hard enough to force the former World Champion’s cheek to the canvas.
“How’s this for being posed, princess?” the Tigress asked as she took a moment to tuck Jenny’s calves under her armpits. “I know your view isn’t much right now, but take my word for it, the FAWN’tron’s got a great view of you squirming like a worm on a hook.” The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds braced both hands against the mat and managed to push up no more than three inches before a pulse from Slade forced her face right back down again. “I don’t think so, Jenny.” Mal punctuated the thought with a single tart slap to the blonde’s behind. “These Scissors might not be innovative, but they’ve got you locked down tight and they’re more than strong enough to make you submit.” She pulled her legs in and then stretched them out, sending another hellacious pulse through Jacobs’s ribs.
Jenny had a lot to say, alas the breath required to do so was at a premium, so she stayed quiet, only waggling a finger ‘no’ when Merle asked if she wanted to quit. Instead she focused on escape, which in this instance meant looping her arms around the Aussie’s knees and drawing her own knees in closer so she could-- Mal pulled hard on the blonde’s legs, stretching them almost flat to deny Jenny the leverage she’d-- Jacobs suddenly forced her legs under Slade’s torso, crossed her ankles and torqued her hips hard left!
Caught off guard by the lightning quick reaction, Mal managed to tighten her Scissors but it didn’t stop Double J from rolling her into the same position she’d so recently endured! Of course Jenny Jacobs was the Innovator, not an imitator which was why she quickly shifted the brunette’s legs so her shins were pressed against Jenny’s biceps. In the same instant she reached out, caught Slade’s wrists in either hand and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled back to create an impromptu Surfboard.
GROUNDED SURFBOARD STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGnpjdqhDxM
“Locked down doesn’t mean helpless, baby.” Jacobs taunted when she heard Mal groan in discomfort. “You wanna smack my ass in front of the world? You better make sure you got a tighter grip.”
Slade growled out a ‘no’ when the zebra asked for her surrender, but her attention never left the smug blonde. “Could say the same thing of you, girl. Better hope you can hold on, next time I grab hold you won’t get out so EERRRRGGHHH!”
Jacobs slipped her legs out from under the brunette’s arms and began to drive her heels into the vulnerable spot between Slade’s shoulders over and over again. “I can hold you as long as I want, bytch. Yeah, you’re good, maybe even great. But you’re talking to the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion and the most exciting World Champion of the last decade. I’m not just great, I’m a f*cking standard bearer!” Jacobs hooked her ankles against the line of Mallory’s jaw and pulled back, wrenching her head at an awkward angle. Another query from Merle, another denial from the Tigress, though it wasn’t so immediate this time ‘round.
“Suuuuhhhh… so you’re a standard bearer, huh?” Slade rasped when Jenny once again jammed her heels between opposing shoulders. “So what did that make Maddy when she beat your ass inside that steel caOOOHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Jacobs considered herself fairly levelheaded, but any mention of the redhead set her blood to boiling and fragile objects in the vicinity tended to pay the price. Now Mallory Slade was far from fragile, unfortunately she was also within easy reach and suffered accordingly. Moving her feet from Mal to the mat, Jacobs tightened her clamps on the brunette’s wrists and stood up. This left Mallory facedown with her arms and legs drawn up and back like she was nothing more than a tawny basket to be lugg--impressed ‘oooooohhhh’s’ from the crowd and distressed wails from Slade as Jacobs gathered her strength and muscled the captive Tigress a good six inches off the canvas!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGnpjdqhDxM
“Go on, take a good look!” Jenny called to the FAWNatics as she turned from one side of the ring to the next. “Better yet, get out those cameras and capture every moment. This, THIS,” the blonde swung Mal back n’ forth to make sure there was no question of what she meant, “is what happens to chumps who think they can hang with me!”
Caught deep in the Rocking Horse Crab, Slade twisted her wrists and pumped her knees in hopes of freeing herself, but the NorCal Sensation’s hooks remained stubbornly deep. Jenny felt her foe’s frustration building and did what any rational person would do in such a situation. She mocked her roundly. “What’s the matter, Mal? Having a hard time getting free? Here, maybe I can help.” Muscling Slade a little higher (this did nothing for the growing burn in the Aussie’s lower back) Jenny turned to the hard camera and slowly walked to within perhaps six inches of the ropes. “Now I know you’ve got your hands full, but you strike me as creative in a dirty, lowbrow sort of way, so I’m sure you can find a way to reach the ropes. Look, I’ll make it even easier for you!”
The vindictive Innovator dipped her knees and resumed swinging transforming her opposition into the world’s only sentient pendulum. True to her word, Jacobs DID get Mallory very close to the ropes, it even brushed her cheek a couple of times, but she could never manage to-- surprised, even incredulous cheers as Slade lunged forward and hooked her chin over the bottom strand!
“She’s in the ropes!” Merle barked. “Break the hold, Jenny!”
She fixed him with an evil look. “Where’s my count, nerd? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”
Mallory would’ve argued that it mattered very much, alas Jenny didn’t ask her opinion before backing away to prize the Tigress from her safe haven. “Might’ve actually let you go if not for that bytch move earlier.” Jenny explained to the mewling battler. “You want to play tuff with me, Slade? You better bring the best game of your goddamned life.” With that she muscled the brunette bundle up a little higher, then let go all at once, leaving Mallory to THWHUMP down flat on her chest and belly. Slade ‘ooofffhed’ sucked in a single breath and fought to all fours, a position she enjoyed for a whole second before Jenny dropped into a deep squat that drilled the full weight of her rump into the small of Mal’s back.
Most wrestlers would’ve planted on their elbows and tried to rise or perhaps crawl out from under such a predicament, but Mallory knew what the blonde intended, which was why she crossed her arms beneath her torso a heartbeat before Jacobs could snatch her biceps. Jenny grumbled with irritation, shifted to her knees and punished the brunette’s defenses by slooooooowly raking the meat of her biceps. “Gimme your arms, Slade.” the Innovator demanded. “Don’t make me tell you a second time.”
Mallory cupped her elbows in her hands, then pushed up on forehead and knees, doing her best to create some leverage without exposing a crack in her defense-“AAAHHH!” Slade hissed in pain when Jacobs filled her hands with the Aussie’s ponytail and gave it a vile pull.
“I said give me your arms, bytch.” the blonde repeated. “Or I’ll strangle you with your own greasy hair.”
“Hey, let go of her ponytail, Jenny!” Merle barked at once.
Jenny rolled her eyes and pulled again. “Back off, asshat. Let us settle this our way.”
“Yeah, Merle.” Slade added through gritted teeth. “If this girl wants to wrestle like a cowardly little bytch, who am we to stop UUNNNNGGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation drove her foe’s head forward and down, just BWONKING it against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Stars blossomed behind Slade’s eyes and she stretched out flat, her formerly strong arms easy pickin’s for the blonde who hooked her at the elbows and tugged them back across her thighs. Feet planted flat again, Jenny cupped her hands across Mallory’s chin, then slipped her index fingers into the other woman’s mouth. “I’d suggest you watch your mouth around me, little kitty.” Jacobs taunted in the midst of wrenching back on the Camel Clutch. “Unless you want me to widen it by several inches.”
“Hrrrgggghhhhh fuuugghhh hoooffff!” Mal gurlged around that pair of hateful fishhooks. “GhedyergaahdammnfinnghersouddamyAAAHHHHH!”
Jacobs slipped her middle fingers into the brunette’s mouth and continued to pull. “I TOLD you to watch your f*cking mouth. Now give up or I’ll make you--”
Merle stepped in and rattled off a count, forcing Jenny to extricate her hooks upon reaching ‘FOUR!’ Jenny raised the shiny fingers to her face and grimaced. “Tiger spit. Gross.” she wiped them off on the brunette’s forehead, then flattened her hands into paddles and patted Slade’s cheeks until Mallory snarled in rage.
“You arrogant bytch. You’re not going to get away with embarrassing--”
Jenny cupped Mal’s chin, exposed her throat and planted a ‘smecking’ kiss on her cheek. Another hiss devolved into a choked gurgle as the blonde cinched an arm around Slade’s throat Sleeper Hold style. “You should be grateful I’m settling for humiliation.” Jacobs teased as the brunette’s face started going pink. “If you were actually a threat I might have to put you on the shelEEERRRHHHH SHYT!”
Fresh off the realization that the former World Champ could and would punish her in any number of hellish ways, the Tigress resolved to respond in kind. she forced her face deep into the crook of Jenny’s elbow, turned her head slightly and sank her teeth into the blonde’s forearm! If Mal expected a blubbering wail to the official she was sorely mistaken. Jenny did indeed wail, but immediately thereafter she curled her free hand into a fist and drove a single hammer punch into her foe’s ear. That freed her gnawed arm, so she scrambled up, left the mat in a gorgeous vertical leap and came down with the full weight of her butt THWHUMP!
Mallory slid clear at the last second, leaving Jacobs to land in an unpleasant seat on the deck. Forced into slow motion by the lighting racing up and down her spine, Jenny clambered over onto all fours and “OOOFFUUUNNGGHH!” Slade sidled in from the right and slid her legs around the Californian’s waist to apply an eye-watering Bodyscissors!
Propped on elbow and hip, Mallory squeeeeeeeeeeeezed again and followed it with a barrage of hard slaps to the smaller woman’s vulnerable tush. “Belly on the mat, girl!” Slade demanded once she saw the shiver in her blonde’s forearms. “It’s time you crawled like the snake you arrreerrrhhh.” Mallory lost the thread of her thought for a moment when Jenny reached out and clamped down on her left breast. Sufficiently recovered after a single breath, Slade tightened her gammy coil and followed up with Hammer Punch of her own, this one to the small of the Innovator’s back. Jacobs grunted but didn’t give up her claw, if anything she bore down a harder. “You sure that’s the smart play, girl?” Mal asked following another heavy hand to the lower back. “Your ribs will give out long before my tits.”
“Bullshyt.” Jacobs huffed at once. “Your tits gave out by the time you turned fourteen, am I right SlaDEERRRHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Australian Import caught hold of those black bottoms and yanked them north in a lycra-straining thong appreciated by the crowd and abhorred by the recipient. Merle saw the hurt on her face and stepped in to ask something stupid, which in turn forced Jenny to grunt a “F*ck off.” before he could utter a single word. With air growing more precious with each passing second, Jacobs knew she had to get to the ropes, yet she was loathe to abandon the claw to make the journey that much easier. Thusly determined to have her way in all things, the struggling blonde honed her claw to a needle-nosed pincer and started to twist even as she shuffled forth on her knees and remaining hand.
Incensed by the tawdry nature of her foe’s countermeasures, Mallory relinquished the wedgie, planted both hands against the mat and raised her hips to deliver the most prolonged constriction yet. Jacobs’s mouth fell open, her talon dropped away and she practically curled into a ball around the encroaching plank of the Australian’s stems. “My mistake was thinking I could subdue you like any other wild animal.” Mal muttered as Jenny pushed and scrabbled at her thighs. “But you’re not a beast, beasts can be subdued. You’re just a bytch. And bytches need to get put down.” She uncrossed and re-crossed her ankles, relaxed for a half second, then bore down harder than before.
“GAAAAAAHHHD DAAAAAAAAAAAMMMIT!” Jenny wailed as the crushing power spread her out against the off-white canvas.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Merle asked only when the blonde had made no effort to reach the ropes for almost five seconds. “Should I call for the bell?”
“NO!” her voice hardened long enough to mask the pain. “Kitty here is strong, but she’s got no techni--” more gasping silence as Slade tried to crush her ribcage like it was nothing more than a paper bag filled with kindling.
“I’ll keep ‘em on until you’re spitting blood, girl.” Mal threatened. “Don’t believe me? Just ask that cunt ElisWHOOAAAHHH!”
Jenny Jacobs had earned herself a whole lotta detractors over the last year and a half or so and while most of their complaints were quite valid, not even her most ardent critics bothered to question her will in between the ropes. She proved that spirit yet again by suddenly rising from her belly to her knees with the Scissors still hooked in tight! Of course Slade wasn’t about to just let the NorCal Sensation regain her feet without a gawdawful slog, so she crunched her way to a seated position and locked her hands in an S-grip on the far side of the smaller woman’s neck. Jenny cursed but offered no other comment, she only took a few seconds to catch her breath.
“Jenny?” Merle said quietly. “C’mon girl, you gotta tell me some--” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds clambered to verticality, stumbled hard, then caught her balance.
“Tell you something?” she rasped. “Ok. I’M JENNY FREAKIN’ JACOBS!”
This show of defiance raised a cheer from several of the most fanatical Jacobites, however scores more, Mallory included, greeted it with scorn and disdain. Taking it upon herself to speak for the Innovator’s disillusioned followers, Slade wrenched back on the S-grip and squeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors until she heard Jenny’s breath fluttering in her throat like a canary in a coal mine. “Your name used to mean something, girl.” the Tigress muttered in her opponent’s ear. “It used to stand for honor and competition and leaving your heart on the mat to have the best match of the night, win or lose. But you threw that all away when you won a World Title in ‘Ronnie Treymane’s trunks. Now you’re nothing but a name to add to my--hair. HAIR, Merle!”
“You think you’re just going to COLLECT me, bikini meat?” Jacobs snarled following a single strong yank on the Australian’s ponytail. “The only list you’re adding me to is the list of women that’ve kicked your ass. And that’s so long it’s hardly worth notUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Mallory hit her with another constriction, the hurt so sudden and emphatic Jacobs had to sink into a very deep crouch to stay upright. “Sorry, didn’t hear that.” Mal sniped. “Hard to hear over the sound of your ribs cracWHOAAH HEEEYY NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation straightened up and ran toward the nearest corner! Strike that, she didn’t run, she raced, Double J achieving near Londonian levels of speed despite carrying Slade like some crazed piggyback rider. Mallory saw the buckles getting closer, understood what the blonde intended and gave a colossal tug on her S-grip in hopes of throwing Jacobs of course. No such luck, Jenny stayed the course until the very last second, when she whipped around and BWUUUUNGED the brunette against the thinly-padded steel. The tanned vise around her waist finally fell away and Jenny actually gasped with relief despite Slade shifting both hands across her jaw.
Far from concerned with a simple Chinlock after suffering Mallory Slade’s Scissors for an extended period, the former World Champ reached out with one arm and hooked it over the top rope. “Buuuhhh… break. Break the hold you scrawny little nobodOOOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Not about to let Jacobs go without a fight, Mal scrambled onto the second turnbuckle, then pushed off and wedged her knees between Jenny’s shoulders to steal back that recently-earned oxygen with a gorgeous Lungblower! Eyes wide with astonishment and pain, Jacobs bounced away from her attacker’s knees to land flat on her face in a sloppy sprawl. She’d barely registered her return to the canvas when Slade shoveled her onto her back, slid across and hooked the far leg for…
CORNER STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPwncOEF6e0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Apparently the inability to draw breath didn’t factor into the Innovator’s ability to kick out of pins, a fact that Mal and the FAWNatics discovered just when they thought Jenny was finished.
Slade put her hands on her hips and sighed, the newcomer’s only concession to the frustration building in the pit of her stomach. Glancing around the squared circle for inspiration, the Tigress’s dark eyes fell upon the corner where Jacobs staged her failed jailbreak. “I’m sorry, did you still have business in the buckles, girl? I can take you back if you’d like.”
Jenny didn’t want to go anywhere with Mallory Slade, alas the bendyback didn’t offer a chance to refuse before hauling her blonde to boot leather. Cheers from the Heartbroken crowd as Mal threaded an arm between Jacobs’s legs and scooped her up onto one shoulder, Body Slam style. But rather than simply return her burden to the mat, Slade stomped over to the corner, pressed Jenny’s squirming bulk in close and neatly trapped her shins beneath the top buckle. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to call me scrawny, Jen.” Mal pivoted so she was closer to the blonde’s left side. “You know why that is?”
“Because it’s so goddamned obviUFH!”
Slade silenced her competition with a single stiff punch to the navel. “Wrong again, sweetie.” Mal was all smiles as she hooked an arm over the top rope and settled into a comfortable seat on the middle. “It’s because most bytches only do it once!” With that she kicked her legs up, slid them around Jenny’s waist and went right back to work with the Bodyscissors!
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Jacobs wailed in abject misery as she scraped, clawed and gouged at the Aussie’s thighs, but try as she might she remained strapped to the Banyan Tree of Woe until Merle stepped up and said, “All right Mal, break the hold and get out of the corner!”
Mallory shook her head, flashed him a curious smile. “Think she’ll pass out before you reach four?”
The ref answered with a count, barking out “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” a little faster than some of those disgruntled Jacobites preferred. Didn’t bother Mal though, she merely broke the Scissors and spun out through the strands to take up a position on the apron. From there she grabbed hold of the top turnbuckle and climbed to the high rent district, Slade taking great pains to step on the inverted blonde’s vulnerable shins. The pressure on her stems forced Jenny to haul herself upright or at least try to, the wounded battler was maybe halfway there when Mallory leapt from her perch and pistoned both feet down at Jenny’s che--NO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds whipped back the way she’d came, snugging against the corner to avoid the Double Stomp that would’ve ended her night. Denied the relative comfort of her crash-pad, Mallory landed hard but transferred her leftover momentum to a slick little tumble that took her out to mid-ring. Back to vertical immediately thereafter, the brunette spotted her prey still hanging from that Woeful Tree so she wheeled around and made haste for “NGH!” Jenny crunched herself up to a near seat, one high enough to cinch her arms around the Tigress’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. This new anchor let her wrest her legs free of that damned trap, which in turn gave her a kick-off point from which to soar over Slade’s head, her knees already coming together for a vengeful Spivey Point-NOT SO FAST!
Mal snatched the top rope for an anchor of her own, meaning Jenny’s tide turning counter ended up as nothing more than a back-flip that set her down behind the Aussie. Infuriated by the denial, Jacobs crooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down Slade’s back! “Mouthy bytch.” Jenny huffed as Mal cried out in anguish. “When are you going to learn you aren’t good enough to hang with NNNGGGHHH!”
The Tigress slammed an elbow into the Innovator’s tenderized belly, then followed it with another shot to the point of Jenny’s chin. That one sent Jacobs stumbling away from the corner, thus allowing Mallory to break away to the ropes. Eyes locked on the former World Champ as she came off the strands, Slade hit the afterburners and leapt, the bronzed battler twisting sideways in mid-air so she could drive the point of her elbow straight through Jenny’s duplicitous-- ‘OOOOHHHHHHHHHH’s!’ from even the lapsed Jacobites when their former heroine dropped back onto her shoulders to avoid Mal’s Tripwire, then a second, louder round when she kipped back to her feet half a heartbeat later!
Feet planted firm in the dead center of the ring, Jenny raised the J’s overhead, leveled them on Slade and segued into a Steve Austin Special without missing a beat. “C’mon bytch.” she taunted the fuming Tigress. “You think you can hang with me? Then step up and take your best goddamned shot!”
Slade didn’t need a second invitation, she raced at the blonde and would’ve taken her head off with a Lariat if Jenny hadn’t dipped low and made for the opposite side at a dead run. Bouncing off the rubber-coated steel a split-second later, Slade locked eyes with the NorCal Sensation and went straight for her.
Very much aware that Jacobs wouldn’t blink first in this game of Chicken, Mallory drew back her right arm and lashed out with a Clothesl-there was a THAWHAM immediately swallowed by a thunderous roar from the crowd when Jacobs hooked her right arm across the brunette’s chest and launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip, the Innovator using Slade’s own momentum to plant her in the center of the ring with a Jenny-Cide from deep in left field! Rolling into a back press the instant she returned to the canvas, Jacobs hooked Mallory’s far leg with her right arm and grrrrrrrrooooooooound her left forearm against Slade’s jaw while Merle counted…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtnKiTVtTsE
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny broke the cradle as soon as the bell sounded, but rather than regain her feet she spun to one knee, all the better to force it against Mallory’s face while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS!”
Beaming in the face of a whole arena’s full of disdain, Jenny snapped her fingers and taunted, “Just like THAT, losers! You say she’s good? Well this is what happens to ‘good’ in the ring against me!” She reached down, raaaked her nails up the Aussie’s fluttering tummy, then grabbed hold of her waistband and treated it to a vile tug. “Go back to the pre-shows, kitten.” Jacobs snapped at her struggling prey. “Another year or two and you MIGHT be able to hang with meOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Slade raaaaaaaaaaaaked her nails down the curve of Jenny’s thigh and followed it with a vengeful wedgie of her own. Scrambling away from the brunette without really thinking about it, Double J regained her composure and fired a stomp at Mallory’s navel only to hiss in disgust when Slade rolled out of the way. On her feet far faster than Jenny would’ve liked, the tawny brunette stumbled back a couple steps before catching her balance. “You pinned me clean, girl.” she admitted with obvious disappointment. “But that’s all you did. You didn’t break me. You didn’t humble me. And you sure as hell didn’t earn the right to embarrass--”
Jenny stepped in, wedged a hand against Mallory’s mouth and shoved hard enough to bloody the Tigress’s bottom lip. “You lost, bytch.” the blonde explained. “So either shut up and deal with it like a good little loser, or get the f*ck out of my ri-”
CRAAACK!
Mallory fetched her a spiteful return slap and was delighted to see a line of crimson running from the corner of the Innovator’s mouth. “I’m still standing, Jenny.” she muttered. “You gonna do something about it or are you--”
Her question remained unanswered as Jacobs pounced, the blonde’s fists unleashed in a whirlwind aimed at any and every part of Mallory Slade. By all rights the Aussie should’ve covered up, instead she planted her feet and threw some hands of her own, Mal focusing her ire on Jenny’s tummy and tits. The angry brawl raised a delighted roar from the Heartbroken crowd, alas their pleasure was short-lived as Merle wedged himself between the warring women and forced them apart. “BREAK IT UP, BREAK IT UP! C’MON DAMMIT, DON’T MAKE ME CALL FOR BACK-UP!”
They calmed ever so slightly, just enough for the official to understand he was in a most precarious position.
“Tell this loser to get out of my ring, Merle.” Jenny said after she’d caught her breath. “Or I’ll strip her bare for all these idiots.”
Slade’s dark eyes flashed and she took a step forward. “You and what army you overrated piece of--”
that got Jenny moving again and poor Merle almost dislocated his shoulders keeping them apart. “Mal, out of the ring, NOW.” he ordered. “Jenny, take your lap. NOW!”
Blonde and brunette broke apart grudgingly, the former only acquiescing to the zebra once the latter slipped through the strands.
“This isn’t over.” Mallory promised as she backed up the ramp. “We’re not done and you know it.”
Jenny stomped to the nearest corner and hopped onto the second rope to stare down at her adversary. “Oh, we’re done. Unless you’re interested in leaving the last of your pride in this ring. Then you’re more than welcome to another shot. But until you work up the courage…” Jenny kissed her fingertips, then thrust a hip at Slade and gave it a hard swat. “Enjoy your walk of shame, punk.”
Mal Slade swallowed the lump in her throat, spun around and stalked up the ramp. She most certainly did not enjoy the walk, but kept her head high by imagining how Jenny Jacobs would endure this same humiliation the next time she dared cross the Tigress
JENNY JACOBS:
Those gathered in person joined the millions watching at home in letting fly with a veritable deluge of invective directed toward the stage and the woman soon to claim it as her own. Their enmity did nothing to stop Invincible from storming the speakers, indeed the former champ’s anthem seemed to swell alongside the jeers until the NorCal Sensation swatted the curtain aside and stepped into view. Strolling to the top of the ramp with hardly a glance at the camera, Jenny treated her fair-weather fans to a pair of middle finger J’s that she tucked into invisible holsters at her hips before making her way down the aisle.
For her first pay-per-view appearance of 2018, Jenny wore the dead 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, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Happy to run her mouth at every troll, slug and humanoid on the aisle, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Bouncing to her feet, the fireplug blonde turned to the hard camera and said, “Some idiots in the executive wing think I’m Gatekeeper material. Tonight I show them why that’s a terrible idea.”
The Announcer resumed his duties once the worst of the Jacobs-hate died down. “And introducing her opponent, 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 of Tallong… MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
The capacity crowd let loose a roar to shake the rafters as 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 when 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. Showing them the smile that’d never really disappeared after she’d pinned Sue Burlingame last month, the ascendant ingenue called, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered at the top of their lungs
Exploding into a sprint at the thought of another career statement, the Aussie stunner raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For tonight’s stroll through the hunting grounds 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.
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 tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Mal thanked them with a pumped fist, then turned her attention to the Innovator observing her from the opposite corner.
“Hope you’re taking me seriously, girl.” she said. “If you’re not now… you will be.”
Jenny offered no reply, so Mal headed over to her corner, where erstwhile referee Merle treated her pads and boots to a final pre-match inspection.
Tigress and Innovator each strode forth with the bell, the former showing no fear of the recent World Champion, the latter clearly nonplussed by an opponent coming off the biggest win of her professional life. Slowing as the distance shrank, Slade sank into a deep crouch and leaned forward, the limber battler reaching exploratory hands toward her adversary. Jenny didn’t shy away from Mallory’s fingers, indeed she surprised a great many in attendance by mirroring the Australian’s stance. Their fingers brushed, locked for a moment, then broke apart when each wrestler decided the time wasn’t quite right. More circling led to more hand fighting, a bit more protracted than their first encounter, but still nothing meaningful in the way of a clench. Third time proved a charm as Jacobs raised her hands for a lock-up only to shoot low in search of a Single-Leg Take-NO!
Slade saw it coming, threw her hips back and cinched an arm around the blonde’s head to secure a Front Facelock. Set on one knee, Mal joined her hands in an S-grip and managed a few strong constrictions before Jacobs squirmed loose, grabbed hold of Mallory’s left wrist and spun her way into a Hammerlock atop the Aussie’s lower back. Wedging her knees against Slade’s hips to keep her in place, Jenny forced the pinioned limb up until the taller woman could’ve scratched the nape of her own neck. “Catching a tiger by the tail always struck me as a remarkably bad fit of strategy.” Jacobs opined after forcing a little grunt of pain from her foe. “Taking a paw away however,” she tugged on the Hammerlock to emphasize the point. “That could work. Not gonna give on me, are you, Slade?”
“No way, girl.” Mal answered at once. “You’re gonna sweat buckets if you wanna beat nnnnngggghhhhh!”
Jenny halved the Hammerlock, cupped that hand under Slade’s chin and pulled her head back at an awkward angle. Immediately thereafter she shifted to a seat in the hollow of the brunette’s back, which effectively turned her pair of holds into a modified Camel Clutch. Smiling as she jostled Slade’s head up n’ down, Jenny said, “I don’t know if you’ll make me sweat, but I’m more than happy to showcase on your gator-wrestling--oohhhh, feisty!”
Mallory shifted her weight and managed to get a knee on the canvas, which made it much easier to slide out from beneath the NorCal Sensation. Of course Jenny still had control of the brunette’s left arm and chin and she tightened those hooks with a silky smooth transition into a Crossface Chickenwing. Hands locked tight against the left side of her opponent’s face, Jacobs poured on the pressure, clearly looking to damage Slade’s shoulder from the outset. “I know why you’re in this match, Mal.” the blonde cooed in her brunette’s ear. “You snuck one by Sue Burlingame and now management wants to see if you’re for real. Tell me, are you for real?”
Mallory Slade wasn’t one to waste her breath in the midst of battle, yet she wasn’t about to let Jenny run her mouth unopposed, so she powered to one knee and drove her right elbow into the blonde’s flank. “You’ll find out just how real I am when I get my claws into OOOWWW! Hair!”
Jenny, who’d adjusted her own grip to tug on the Aussie’s ponytail, giggled and went right back to wrenching the Chickenwing. “Don’t think I’m going to make the same mistakes Sue did.” the Innovator noted even as Slade clambered to her feet. “I’ll keep the pressure on bell to bell, see how long it takes your bendy little ass to WHOOAAANNGH!”
Mal reached back with her free hand, cupped the base of Jacobs’s skull and laid out on her left hip to sling Jenny up, over and down with a clever application of the Snapmare. Jenny came down on one shoulder, tucked into a beautiful tumble and popped up a second later none the worse for wear. Mal was up just as quickly and she beckoned the veteran forward, or at least she started to, Jacobs interrupted with an explosive charge that “UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Mallory pivoted into the encroaching blonde, clamped an arm around her noggin and slung her over one hip with a Headlock Takedown that THWHUMPED Jacobs against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Bearing down hard enough to get a started groan from the former World Champ, Slade planted her feet and leaned back, forcing her weight against Jenny’s chest even as she tried to squeeze her head from her shoulders.
“Pressure doesn’t scare me, Jacobs.” Mal admitted after five long seconds of Headlock grind. “What about y-”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds got a hand under Mallory’s chin and pushed her head back sharply. Slade could already feel Jenny shifting her hips for a counter Headscissor, so she sat up and wrenched the hold that much harder. “Don’t think so!” she taunted the squirming blonde. “You aren’t going anywhere without a EEERRRHHH!”
Jenny curled her shovin’ hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked it across Slade’s washboard midriff once, twice, three times! Mal shifted to protect herself from further abuse and succeeded, but Double J countered with a rude chin push that let the NorCal Sensation ‘smeck’ her legs around the taller woman’s neck. Crossing her ankles the instant she was free of the Headlock, Jenny worked her jaw, bore down on the Scissors and treated her opponent’s abs to a single swift overhand SLAP!
“I know all about you, Slade.” Jacobs muttered the Tigress scraped and worried at the knee snugged beneath her chin. “I get that you made your name wrestling alligators back in BFE, but here’s the thing. A gator’s brain is the size of what, a walnut? None of those tricks are going to work against DAMN UNGH!”
Mal kipped her way out of the Scissors and celebrated by driving a heel into the pit of Jenny’s belly. The blonde sat up, took a quick Soccer Kick for her troubles and went down flat on her back. Above her, Slade straddled the other woman’s waist and dropped into a seat facing her legs. Taking hold of Jacobs’s ankles, the Tigress placed them atop one another in an ‘X’, then braced her hands against the interior of Jenny’s knees and puuuuusssssshed down. The Leg Stretch was simple but effective, as evidenced by the pained grimace on Jenny’s face as she dug her elbows into the canvas.
Merle noted the expression and closed in to check on his charge. “You ok, Jenny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Jacobs shook her head in irritation, sat up as best she could and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across the brunette’s shoulders. “Let go of my legs, Slade.” she demanded.
Mallory didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder, she only shook her head ‘no’ and pressed down like she meant to touch the Californian’s knees to the canvas. “No free passes in my ring, girl.” she countered. “You want out of this hold? Wrestle your way out. Or submitTTNNNGGGHHH!”
`Jenny sat up and clubbed her a second time, only now she hooked her arms under Slade’s biceps and locked her hands in a Full Nelson. Leaning back as soon as her grip was set, Jacobs drew the taller grappler into her lap and neatly threaded both legs around her waist. Pushing down on Mallory’s head even as she cranked back on the Nelson, Jenny alternately relaxed and constricted her gams to make sure the Aussie never knew when it was safe to breathe. “Looks like I got out, baby.” Jenny dragged Mallory’s chin back n’ forth across the top of her own cleavage. “Now are you going to keep this interesting or am I going to have to pose you like you posed all those gators back in that ridiculous sand pit where you got your start?”
Mallory waggled a finger ‘no’ because shaking her head was too painful. “Better finish this while you can, big mouth.” she growled. “Otherwise you’ll be the one getting posed once I get out of here.”
Jenny smirked and pushed down on Slade’s skull until the brunette’s chin was snug against her sternum. “I love all the tough talk, sweetie. Makes me think you’re going to fight all the way to the bitter end. But we both know I’ve got you locked up tight and if I’m of the mind to punish you…” Jacobs relaxed her Scissors for a moment, then bore down twice as hard, the strong muscles in her thighs shredding in to sharp relief as she put gut-churning pressure on the Australian’s tummy.
“How you doing, Mal?” Merle asked when Slade let out a soft, pained groan. “Need me to go for the bell?”
“No.” she huffed. “Keep back, Merle. This is between us.”
Jenny arched an eyebrow, the Innovator oh so faintly impressed by her foe’s determination. “You sure about that, Mal?” she wrapped the taller woman’s ponytail around one fist and pulled hard enough to earn another angry grunt. “Merle might look like a dope, but he’s been doing this job long enough to know when a girl’s totally outclass--” Jenny went quiet the instant Mallory grabbed a handful of hair and started to pull.
“C’mon ladies, you know that’s not allowed.” the ref said of the mutual hair-pull. “Let’s keep this clean, ok?”
“She said this is between us.” Jacobs muttered, the humor gone from her tone. “Do you hear her complaining? Do you hear me complaining? No. So shut up and let us do this our way.”
Slade bared her teeth in a smile, worked her hand a little closer to the nape of Jenny’s neck and pulled until she felt the blonde’s breath hitch in her ear. Not about to let this chunk of gym rat bikini meat best her in even a single encounter, Jenny continued to tug on the Tigress’s ponytail and added to her discomfort by moving her other hand to Mallory’s chin. “Is this your best, bytch?” the blonde demanded of her wriggling rival. “I don’t mind an easy paycheck, but it doesn’t seem fair to collect pay-per-view money without even breaking a sweNGH! NGH! NGH! ERRRGHH!”
Mallory wrenched her right arm loose of Jenny’s trap and immediately spiked the tip of her elbow into the NorCal Sensation’s right thigh. “Unhook your ankles, girl.” Slade demanded after switching over to a slow, hateful scoring of the blonde’s vulnerable thigh. “Or I’ll keep at it until I draw rrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh is that how we’re going to play?”
Jenny, who’d filled her right hand with the modest swell of Mallory’s right breast, dug her nails into the underside of the soft flesh. “We’re playing to win, princess. Or at least I am. If you can’t handle it you can always go back to jerking curtains.” Angered by the dismissive note in her opponent’s voice, Slade raked her nails over Jenny’s right thigh once more, then reached down and around to worm her fingers under the blonde’s kneepad. Jacobs knew what was coming and sought to preempt the jailbreak by narrowing the focus of her claw to a vicious pincer on the brunette’s nipple. “Don’t even think about it, Slade.” she warned. “Try and I’ll twist until you AAAAAAAAAHHHHH SHYT!”
Unperturbed by the warning, Mallory gouged her nails into the pressure point in the pit of her foe’s knee. Jenny’s leg tingled from tiptoe to hip and she knew she’d have to abandon the Scissors within seconds. Cursing in disgust as her hooks started to sag, she bore down on Slade’s hips one last time and abruptly rolled to her knees. With Mallory pinned beneath her, she scrambled into a high seat on the Australian’s back and laid claim to both wrists. “You’re gonna scream now, bytch. “Jenny promised as she crisscrossed Slade’s arms beneath her throat in a snug ‘X’. “And you’ll keep screaming until you admit you don’t belong in the ring with OOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The Straightjacket was snug, but not so snug that Mal couldn’t twist her head to one side and bite down on the blonde’s wrist! Pumping her legs violently as she felt Jenny squirm on her perch, the bronzed-battler squirmed out from under Jacobs and rose to one knee. Still down both arms, Slade fought through her growing lightheadedness and clambered to verticality. Behind her, Jacobs wrenched the Straightjacket from side to side and drove a spiteful Kneelift into the small of Slade’s back. “On your knees, baby.” the blonde demanded. “Down or I’ll WHOAAOOFFHH!”
Mal went up on tiptoes and dropped to her butt which in turn drove Jenny’s chin into the top of her skull in a crude Jawbreaker. The Innovator grunted and released her grip on Slade’s wrists to tend to her own aching mug. Mallory could’ve used a moment’s respite herself, but she knew she had to stay on the blonde if she wanted to hang in this match. To that end she popped up and hurried after Jacobs, who’d cleared off to catch her breath. Catching the smaller woman in a loose Waistlock, Slade plowed forward until Jenny was pressed chest-first against the ropes, Mal halved her grip and dropped down on her left side to take Double J over and down with a quick roll that left the blonde on her THWHACK! Mal barrel-rolled across the canvas and lashed out with her right leg in a low Roundhouse that caught the former World Champ flush between the eyes.
ROLL UP ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJfLrLpeccw
Jenny’s head snapped back and she sprawled to the canvas, prompting the FAWNatics to urge Slade to try for a cover. She closed in quickly enough, but Jacobs ended thoughts of a quick cover by flopping onto her stomach. This defense didn’t stymie the Tigress at all, indeed she looked quite satisfied when she swung a leg over the prone blonde and deftly slid her calves beneath the blonde’s biceps. Crossing her ankles against the base of Jacobs’s neck, Slade stretched out and grabbed hold of the American’s right ankle. “Gonna wish you’d never brought those claws into play against me, honey.” she delivered a single slap to the blonde’s tush, then wedged the captured shin against the back of Jenny’s left knee. Shifting her grip to Jacobs’s left ankle, she pulled those captured legs off the mat and scooted back until she was sitting firmly on Jenny’s shoulders.
A murmur of applause that grew to a roar as Mallory slipped a hand though the center of the ‘4’ created by her foe’s legs. With Jenny’s left ankle stuffed under one arm and both hands laced across the Californian’s thigh, Slade bore down and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to put insidious pressure on the other woman’s spine. “How you doin’ down there, Jenny?” Mal taunted after working the Lotusleaf for perhaps ten seconds. “Merle’s looking like he wants to ask you about quitting! You ready to quit?”
Jacobs squirmed and adjusted, her escape efforts considerably hampered because her biceps were pinned in the vise of Slade’s thighs and calves. Pressing her palms against the mat for any leverage she could find, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds snapped, “You think you’re gonna beat me with anything resembling a Cloverleaf? Bytch, I’m going to touch your toes to the back of your head for EERRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Slade shifted her mount and applied more pressure, the tawny battler doing her best to fold her mouthy adversary in half. “I’m not quite sure how I’m going to beat you yet, cutie.” Mal taunted. “But I know I’m going to enjoy hearing you submit!”
The crowd started a ‘TAP!’ chant that Jenny would’ve shouted down if she wasn’t dealing with much more pressing issues. Knowing full well there wasn’t anything like an easy escape hatch for this goddamned knot, the NorCal Sensation dug her nails into the mat and sloooooooowly dragged their combined weight toward the ropes. Mallory felt the blonde’s progress but she made no effort to slow it. She simply kept pulling and jostling the Cloverleaf half of her trap, the brunette doing her best to put a serious kink in Jenny’s back before she reached the--“Get off me, Slade.” Jenny huffed the instant she grabbed the bottom rope. “Don’t make me tell you--” the Tigress tossed those legs away, flattened her hands into paddles and let loose with a blistering barrage on the Innovator’s hapless glutes! Jacobs snarled at the derisive treatment, yet endured it because she knew the law was on her side. A few more seconds of this crap and she’d be free to-- “UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Mallory popped off her mount, grabbed the top rope in both hands and used the middle strand to springboard into a high jump that ended with both boots THUMPING into the small of the American’s back!
“Hey, knock that off Mal! She‘s in the ropes!” Merle demanded even as the tanned brunette swung around to take hold of her foe’s ankles.
Slade was no fool, which was probably why she fixed the ref to her most winning smile. “Oh is she? I didn’t hear a count so I wasn’t sure.”
Jenny, who’d managed to maintain half her death-grip on the bottom rope, barked, “GET HER OFFA ME, MERLWHOOAAHHH F*CK!”
Mallory stepped back and tugged, forcing the Innovator to double down on her lifeline or risk coming free. Unfazed by Jenny’s wriggling or the referee’s count, Slade kept right on backing up, thus forcing her opponent to ‘climb’ to the second strand and finally the third. With Jacobs stretched out full length several feet above the mat, Mal lashed out with a high kick that buried her toes in NorCal belly just as Merle reached ‘FOUR!’ Jenny grunted, finally relented and let out a much louder groan when she dropped into the waiting vise of Slade’s stems. Resting on her hands and butt, Mal crossed her ankles behind Jacobs’s neck and bore down hard enough to force the former World Champion’s cheek to the canvas.
“How’s this for being posed, princess?” the Tigress asked as she took a moment to tuck Jenny’s calves under her armpits. “I know your view isn’t much right now, but take my word for it, the FAWN’tron’s got a great view of you squirming like a worm on a hook.” The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds braced both hands against the mat and managed to push up no more than three inches before a pulse from Slade forced her face right back down again. “I don’t think so, Jenny.” Mal punctuated the thought with a single tart slap to the blonde’s behind. “These Scissors might not be innovative, but they’ve got you locked down tight and they’re more than strong enough to make you submit.” She pulled her legs in and then stretched them out, sending another hellacious pulse through Jacobs’s ribs.
Jenny had a lot to say, alas the breath required to do so was at a premium, so she stayed quiet, only waggling a finger ‘no’ when Merle asked if she wanted to quit. Instead she focused on escape, which in this instance meant looping her arms around the Aussie’s knees and drawing her own knees in closer so she could-- Mal pulled hard on the blonde’s legs, stretching them almost flat to deny Jenny the leverage she’d-- Jacobs suddenly forced her legs under Slade’s torso, crossed her ankles and torqued her hips hard left!
Caught off guard by the lightning quick reaction, Mal managed to tighten her Scissors but it didn’t stop Double J from rolling her into the same position she’d so recently endured! Of course Jenny Jacobs was the Innovator, not an imitator which was why she quickly shifted the brunette’s legs so her shins were pressed against Jenny’s biceps. In the same instant she reached out, caught Slade’s wrists in either hand and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled back to create an impromptu Surfboard.
GROUNDED SURFBOARD STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGnpjdqhDxM
“Locked down doesn’t mean helpless, baby.” Jacobs taunted when she heard Mal groan in discomfort. “You wanna smack my ass in front of the world? You better make sure you got a tighter grip.”
Slade growled out a ‘no’ when the zebra asked for her surrender, but her attention never left the smug blonde. “Could say the same thing of you, girl. Better hope you can hold on, next time I grab hold you won’t get out so EERRRRGGHHH!”
Jacobs slipped her legs out from under the brunette’s arms and began to drive her heels into the vulnerable spot between Slade’s shoulders over and over again. “I can hold you as long as I want, bytch. Yeah, you’re good, maybe even great. But you’re talking to the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion and the most exciting World Champion of the last decade. I’m not just great, I’m a f*cking standard bearer!” Jacobs hooked her ankles against the line of Mallory’s jaw and pulled back, wrenching her head at an awkward angle. Another query from Merle, another denial from the Tigress, though it wasn’t so immediate this time ‘round.
“Suuuuhhhh… so you’re a standard bearer, huh?” Slade rasped when Jenny once again jammed her heels between opposing shoulders. “So what did that make Maddy when she beat your ass inside that steel caOOOHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Jacobs considered herself fairly levelheaded, but any mention of the redhead set her blood to boiling and fragile objects in the vicinity tended to pay the price. Now Mallory Slade was far from fragile, unfortunately she was also within easy reach and suffered accordingly. Moving her feet from Mal to the mat, Jacobs tightened her clamps on the brunette’s wrists and stood up. This left Mallory facedown with her arms and legs drawn up and back like she was nothing more than a tawny basket to be lugg--impressed ‘oooooohhhh’s’ from the crowd and distressed wails from Slade as Jacobs gathered her strength and muscled the captive Tigress a good six inches off the canvas!
ROCKING HORSE CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGnpjdqhDxM
“Go on, take a good look!” Jenny called to the FAWNatics as she turned from one side of the ring to the next. “Better yet, get out those cameras and capture every moment. This, THIS,” the blonde swung Mal back n’ forth to make sure there was no question of what she meant, “is what happens to chumps who think they can hang with me!”
Caught deep in the Rocking Horse Crab, Slade twisted her wrists and pumped her knees in hopes of freeing herself, but the NorCal Sensation’s hooks remained stubbornly deep. Jenny felt her foe’s frustration building and did what any rational person would do in such a situation. She mocked her roundly. “What’s the matter, Mal? Having a hard time getting free? Here, maybe I can help.” Muscling Slade a little higher (this did nothing for the growing burn in the Aussie’s lower back) Jenny turned to the hard camera and slowly walked to within perhaps six inches of the ropes. “Now I know you’ve got your hands full, but you strike me as creative in a dirty, lowbrow sort of way, so I’m sure you can find a way to reach the ropes. Look, I’ll make it even easier for you!”
The vindictive Innovator dipped her knees and resumed swinging transforming her opposition into the world’s only sentient pendulum. True to her word, Jacobs DID get Mallory very close to the ropes, it even brushed her cheek a couple of times, but she could never manage to-- surprised, even incredulous cheers as Slade lunged forward and hooked her chin over the bottom strand!
“She’s in the ropes!” Merle barked. “Break the hold, Jenny!”
She fixed him with an evil look. “Where’s my count, nerd? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”
Mallory would’ve argued that it mattered very much, alas Jenny didn’t ask her opinion before backing away to prize the Tigress from her safe haven. “Might’ve actually let you go if not for that bytch move earlier.” Jenny explained to the mewling battler. “You want to play tuff with me, Slade? You better bring the best game of your goddamned life.” With that she muscled the brunette bundle up a little higher, then let go all at once, leaving Mallory to THWHUMP down flat on her chest and belly. Slade ‘ooofffhed’ sucked in a single breath and fought to all fours, a position she enjoyed for a whole second before Jenny dropped into a deep squat that drilled the full weight of her rump into the small of Mal’s back.
Most wrestlers would’ve planted on their elbows and tried to rise or perhaps crawl out from under such a predicament, but Mallory knew what the blonde intended, which was why she crossed her arms beneath her torso a heartbeat before Jacobs could snatch her biceps. Jenny grumbled with irritation, shifted to her knees and punished the brunette’s defenses by slooooooowly raking the meat of her biceps. “Gimme your arms, Slade.” the Innovator demanded. “Don’t make me tell you a second time.”
Mallory cupped her elbows in her hands, then pushed up on forehead and knees, doing her best to create some leverage without exposing a crack in her defense-“AAAHHH!” Slade hissed in pain when Jacobs filled her hands with the Aussie’s ponytail and gave it a vile pull.
“I said give me your arms, bytch.” the blonde repeated. “Or I’ll strangle you with your own greasy hair.”
“Hey, let go of her ponytail, Jenny!” Merle barked at once.
Jenny rolled her eyes and pulled again. “Back off, asshat. Let us settle this our way.”
“Yeah, Merle.” Slade added through gritted teeth. “If this girl wants to wrestle like a cowardly little bytch, who am we to stop UUNNNNGGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation drove her foe’s head forward and down, just BWONKING it against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Stars blossomed behind Slade’s eyes and she stretched out flat, her formerly strong arms easy pickin’s for the blonde who hooked her at the elbows and tugged them back across her thighs. Feet planted flat again, Jenny cupped her hands across Mallory’s chin, then slipped her index fingers into the other woman’s mouth. “I’d suggest you watch your mouth around me, little kitty.” Jacobs taunted in the midst of wrenching back on the Camel Clutch. “Unless you want me to widen it by several inches.”
“Hrrrgggghhhhh fuuugghhh hoooffff!” Mal gurlged around that pair of hateful fishhooks. “GhedyergaahdammnfinnghersouddamyAAAHHHHH!”
Jacobs slipped her middle fingers into the brunette’s mouth and continued to pull. “I TOLD you to watch your f*cking mouth. Now give up or I’ll make you--”
Merle stepped in and rattled off a count, forcing Jenny to extricate her hooks upon reaching ‘FOUR!’ Jenny raised the shiny fingers to her face and grimaced. “Tiger spit. Gross.” she wiped them off on the brunette’s forehead, then flattened her hands into paddles and patted Slade’s cheeks until Mallory snarled in rage.
“You arrogant bytch. You’re not going to get away with embarrassing--”
Jenny cupped Mal’s chin, exposed her throat and planted a ‘smecking’ kiss on her cheek. Another hiss devolved into a choked gurgle as the blonde cinched an arm around Slade’s throat Sleeper Hold style. “You should be grateful I’m settling for humiliation.” Jacobs teased as the brunette’s face started going pink. “If you were actually a threat I might have to put you on the shelEEERRRHHHH SHYT!”
Fresh off the realization that the former World Champ could and would punish her in any number of hellish ways, the Tigress resolved to respond in kind. she forced her face deep into the crook of Jenny’s elbow, turned her head slightly and sank her teeth into the blonde’s forearm! If Mal expected a blubbering wail to the official she was sorely mistaken. Jenny did indeed wail, but immediately thereafter she curled her free hand into a fist and drove a single hammer punch into her foe’s ear. That freed her gnawed arm, so she scrambled up, left the mat in a gorgeous vertical leap and came down with the full weight of her butt THWHUMP!
Mallory slid clear at the last second, leaving Jacobs to land in an unpleasant seat on the deck. Forced into slow motion by the lighting racing up and down her spine, Jenny clambered over onto all fours and “OOOFFUUUNNGGHH!” Slade sidled in from the right and slid her legs around the Californian’s waist to apply an eye-watering Bodyscissors!
Propped on elbow and hip, Mallory squeeeeeeeeeeeezed again and followed it with a barrage of hard slaps to the smaller woman’s vulnerable tush. “Belly on the mat, girl!” Slade demanded once she saw the shiver in her blonde’s forearms. “It’s time you crawled like the snake you arrreerrrhhh.” Mallory lost the thread of her thought for a moment when Jenny reached out and clamped down on her left breast. Sufficiently recovered after a single breath, Slade tightened her gammy coil and followed up with Hammer Punch of her own, this one to the small of the Innovator’s back. Jacobs grunted but didn’t give up her claw, if anything she bore down a harder. “You sure that’s the smart play, girl?” Mal asked following another heavy hand to the lower back. “Your ribs will give out long before my tits.”
“Bullshyt.” Jacobs huffed at once. “Your tits gave out by the time you turned fourteen, am I right SlaDEERRRHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Australian Import caught hold of those black bottoms and yanked them north in a lycra-straining thong appreciated by the crowd and abhorred by the recipient. Merle saw the hurt on her face and stepped in to ask something stupid, which in turn forced Jenny to grunt a “F*ck off.” before he could utter a single word. With air growing more precious with each passing second, Jacobs knew she had to get to the ropes, yet she was loathe to abandon the claw to make the journey that much easier. Thusly determined to have her way in all things, the struggling blonde honed her claw to a needle-nosed pincer and started to twist even as she shuffled forth on her knees and remaining hand.
Incensed by the tawdry nature of her foe’s countermeasures, Mallory relinquished the wedgie, planted both hands against the mat and raised her hips to deliver the most prolonged constriction yet. Jacobs’s mouth fell open, her talon dropped away and she practically curled into a ball around the encroaching plank of the Australian’s stems. “My mistake was thinking I could subdue you like any other wild animal.” Mal muttered as Jenny pushed and scrabbled at her thighs. “But you’re not a beast, beasts can be subdued. You’re just a bytch. And bytches need to get put down.” She uncrossed and re-crossed her ankles, relaxed for a half second, then bore down harder than before.
“GAAAAAAHHHD DAAAAAAAAAAAMMMIT!” Jenny wailed as the crushing power spread her out against the off-white canvas.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Merle asked only when the blonde had made no effort to reach the ropes for almost five seconds. “Should I call for the bell?”
“NO!” her voice hardened long enough to mask the pain. “Kitty here is strong, but she’s got no techni--” more gasping silence as Slade tried to crush her ribcage like it was nothing more than a paper bag filled with kindling.
“I’ll keep ‘em on until you’re spitting blood, girl.” Mal threatened. “Don’t believe me? Just ask that cunt ElisWHOOAAAHHH!”
Jenny Jacobs had earned herself a whole lotta detractors over the last year and a half or so and while most of their complaints were quite valid, not even her most ardent critics bothered to question her will in between the ropes. She proved that spirit yet again by suddenly rising from her belly to her knees with the Scissors still hooked in tight! Of course Slade wasn’t about to just let the NorCal Sensation regain her feet without a gawdawful slog, so she crunched her way to a seated position and locked her hands in an S-grip on the far side of the smaller woman’s neck. Jenny cursed but offered no other comment, she only took a few seconds to catch her breath.
“Jenny?” Merle said quietly. “C’mon girl, you gotta tell me some--” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds clambered to verticality, stumbled hard, then caught her balance.
“Tell you something?” she rasped. “Ok. I’M JENNY FREAKIN’ JACOBS!”
This show of defiance raised a cheer from several of the most fanatical Jacobites, however scores more, Mallory included, greeted it with scorn and disdain. Taking it upon herself to speak for the Innovator’s disillusioned followers, Slade wrenched back on the S-grip and squeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors until she heard Jenny’s breath fluttering in her throat like a canary in a coal mine. “Your name used to mean something, girl.” the Tigress muttered in her opponent’s ear. “It used to stand for honor and competition and leaving your heart on the mat to have the best match of the night, win or lose. But you threw that all away when you won a World Title in ‘Ronnie Treymane’s trunks. Now you’re nothing but a name to add to my--hair. HAIR, Merle!”
“You think you’re just going to COLLECT me, bikini meat?” Jacobs snarled following a single strong yank on the Australian’s ponytail. “The only list you’re adding me to is the list of women that’ve kicked your ass. And that’s so long it’s hardly worth notUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Mallory hit her with another constriction, the hurt so sudden and emphatic Jacobs had to sink into a very deep crouch to stay upright. “Sorry, didn’t hear that.” Mal sniped. “Hard to hear over the sound of your ribs cracWHOAAH HEEEYY NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The NorCal Sensation straightened up and ran toward the nearest corner! Strike that, she didn’t run, she raced, Double J achieving near Londonian levels of speed despite carrying Slade like some crazed piggyback rider. Mallory saw the buckles getting closer, understood what the blonde intended and gave a colossal tug on her S-grip in hopes of throwing Jacobs of course. No such luck, Jenny stayed the course until the very last second, when she whipped around and BWUUUUNGED the brunette against the thinly-padded steel. The tanned vise around her waist finally fell away and Jenny actually gasped with relief despite Slade shifting both hands across her jaw.
Far from concerned with a simple Chinlock after suffering Mallory Slade’s Scissors for an extended period, the former World Champ reached out with one arm and hooked it over the top rope. “Buuuhhh… break. Break the hold you scrawny little nobodOOOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Not about to let Jacobs go without a fight, Mal scrambled onto the second turnbuckle, then pushed off and wedged her knees between Jenny’s shoulders to steal back that recently-earned oxygen with a gorgeous Lungblower! Eyes wide with astonishment and pain, Jacobs bounced away from her attacker’s knees to land flat on her face in a sloppy sprawl. She’d barely registered her return to the canvas when Slade shoveled her onto her back, slid across and hooked the far leg for…
CORNER STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPwncOEF6e0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Apparently the inability to draw breath didn’t factor into the Innovator’s ability to kick out of pins, a fact that Mal and the FAWNatics discovered just when they thought Jenny was finished.
Slade put her hands on her hips and sighed, the newcomer’s only concession to the frustration building in the pit of her stomach. Glancing around the squared circle for inspiration, the Tigress’s dark eyes fell upon the corner where Jacobs staged her failed jailbreak. “I’m sorry, did you still have business in the buckles, girl? I can take you back if you’d like.”
Jenny didn’t want to go anywhere with Mallory Slade, alas the bendyback didn’t offer a chance to refuse before hauling her blonde to boot leather. Cheers from the Heartbroken crowd as Mal threaded an arm between Jacobs’s legs and scooped her up onto one shoulder, Body Slam style. But rather than simply return her burden to the mat, Slade stomped over to the corner, pressed Jenny’s squirming bulk in close and neatly trapped her shins beneath the top buckle. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to call me scrawny, Jen.” Mal pivoted so she was closer to the blonde’s left side. “You know why that is?”
“Because it’s so goddamned obviUFH!”
Slade silenced her competition with a single stiff punch to the navel. “Wrong again, sweetie.” Mal was all smiles as she hooked an arm over the top rope and settled into a comfortable seat on the middle. “It’s because most bytches only do it once!” With that she kicked her legs up, slid them around Jenny’s waist and went right back to work with the Bodyscissors!
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Jacobs wailed in abject misery as she scraped, clawed and gouged at the Aussie’s thighs, but try as she might she remained strapped to the Banyan Tree of Woe until Merle stepped up and said, “All right Mal, break the hold and get out of the corner!”
Mallory shook her head, flashed him a curious smile. “Think she’ll pass out before you reach four?”
The ref answered with a count, barking out “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” a little faster than some of those disgruntled Jacobites preferred. Didn’t bother Mal though, she merely broke the Scissors and spun out through the strands to take up a position on the apron. From there she grabbed hold of the top turnbuckle and climbed to the high rent district, Slade taking great pains to step on the inverted blonde’s vulnerable shins. The pressure on her stems forced Jenny to haul herself upright or at least try to, the wounded battler was maybe halfway there when Mallory leapt from her perch and pistoned both feet down at Jenny’s che--NO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds whipped back the way she’d came, snugging against the corner to avoid the Double Stomp that would’ve ended her night. Denied the relative comfort of her crash-pad, Mallory landed hard but transferred her leftover momentum to a slick little tumble that took her out to mid-ring. Back to vertical immediately thereafter, the brunette spotted her prey still hanging from that Woeful Tree so she wheeled around and made haste for “NGH!” Jenny crunched herself up to a near seat, one high enough to cinch her arms around the Tigress’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. This new anchor let her wrest her legs free of that damned trap, which in turn gave her a kick-off point from which to soar over Slade’s head, her knees already coming together for a vengeful Spivey Point-NOT SO FAST!
Mal snatched the top rope for an anchor of her own, meaning Jenny’s tide turning counter ended up as nothing more than a back-flip that set her down behind the Aussie. Infuriated by the denial, Jacobs crooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down Slade’s back! “Mouthy bytch.” Jenny huffed as Mal cried out in anguish. “When are you going to learn you aren’t good enough to hang with NNNGGGHHH!”
The Tigress slammed an elbow into the Innovator’s tenderized belly, then followed it with another shot to the point of Jenny’s chin. That one sent Jacobs stumbling away from the corner, thus allowing Mallory to break away to the ropes. Eyes locked on the former World Champ as she came off the strands, Slade hit the afterburners and leapt, the bronzed battler twisting sideways in mid-air so she could drive the point of her elbow straight through Jenny’s duplicitous-- ‘OOOOHHHHHHHHHH’s!’ from even the lapsed Jacobites when their former heroine dropped back onto her shoulders to avoid Mal’s Tripwire, then a second, louder round when she kipped back to her feet half a heartbeat later!
Feet planted firm in the dead center of the ring, Jenny raised the J’s overhead, leveled them on Slade and segued into a Steve Austin Special without missing a beat. “C’mon bytch.” she taunted the fuming Tigress. “You think you can hang with me? Then step up and take your best goddamned shot!”
Slade didn’t need a second invitation, she raced at the blonde and would’ve taken her head off with a Lariat if Jenny hadn’t dipped low and made for the opposite side at a dead run. Bouncing off the rubber-coated steel a split-second later, Slade locked eyes with the NorCal Sensation and went straight for her.
Very much aware that Jacobs wouldn’t blink first in this game of Chicken, Mallory drew back her right arm and lashed out with a Clothesl-there was a THAWHAM immediately swallowed by a thunderous roar from the crowd when Jacobs hooked her right arm across the brunette’s chest and launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip, the Innovator using Slade’s own momentum to plant her in the center of the ring with a Jenny-Cide from deep in left field! Rolling into a back press the instant she returned to the canvas, Jacobs hooked Mallory’s far leg with her right arm and grrrrrrrrooooooooound her left forearm against Slade’s jaw while Merle counted…
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtnKiTVtTsE
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny broke the cradle as soon as the bell sounded, but rather than regain her feet she spun to one knee, all the better to force it against Mallory’s face while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS!”
Beaming in the face of a whole arena’s full of disdain, Jenny snapped her fingers and taunted, “Just like THAT, losers! You say she’s good? Well this is what happens to ‘good’ in the ring against me!” She reached down, raaaked her nails up the Aussie’s fluttering tummy, then grabbed hold of her waistband and treated it to a vile tug. “Go back to the pre-shows, kitten.” Jacobs snapped at her struggling prey. “Another year or two and you MIGHT be able to hang with meOOOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Slade raaaaaaaaaaaaked her nails down the curve of Jenny’s thigh and followed it with a vengeful wedgie of her own. Scrambling away from the brunette without really thinking about it, Double J regained her composure and fired a stomp at Mallory’s navel only to hiss in disgust when Slade rolled out of the way. On her feet far faster than Jenny would’ve liked, the tawny brunette stumbled back a couple steps before catching her balance. “You pinned me clean, girl.” she admitted with obvious disappointment. “But that’s all you did. You didn’t break me. You didn’t humble me. And you sure as hell didn’t earn the right to embarrass--”
Jenny stepped in, wedged a hand against Mallory’s mouth and shoved hard enough to bloody the Tigress’s bottom lip. “You lost, bytch.” the blonde explained. “So either shut up and deal with it like a good little loser, or get the f*ck out of my ri-”
CRAAACK!
Mallory fetched her a spiteful return slap and was delighted to see a line of crimson running from the corner of the Innovator’s mouth. “I’m still standing, Jenny.” she muttered. “You gonna do something about it or are you--”
Her question remained unanswered as Jacobs pounced, the blonde’s fists unleashed in a whirlwind aimed at any and every part of Mallory Slade. By all rights the Aussie should’ve covered up, instead she planted her feet and threw some hands of her own, Mal focusing her ire on Jenny’s tummy and tits. The angry brawl raised a delighted roar from the Heartbroken crowd, alas their pleasure was short-lived as Merle wedged himself between the warring women and forced them apart. “BREAK IT UP, BREAK IT UP! C’MON DAMMIT, DON’T MAKE ME CALL FOR BACK-UP!”
They calmed ever so slightly, just enough for the official to understand he was in a most precarious position.
“Tell this loser to get out of my ring, Merle.” Jenny said after she’d caught her breath. “Or I’ll strip her bare for all these idiots.”
Slade’s dark eyes flashed and she took a step forward. “You and what army you overrated piece of--”
that got Jenny moving again and poor Merle almost dislocated his shoulders keeping them apart. “Mal, out of the ring, NOW.” he ordered. “Jenny, take your lap. NOW!”
Blonde and brunette broke apart grudgingly, the former only acquiescing to the zebra once the latter slipped through the strands.
“This isn’t over.” Mallory promised as she backed up the ramp. “We’re not done and you know it.”
Jenny stomped to the nearest corner and hopped onto the second rope to stare down at her adversary. “Oh, we’re done. Unless you’re interested in leaving the last of your pride in this ring. Then you’re more than welcome to another shot. But until you work up the courage…” Jenny kissed her fingertips, then thrust a hip at Slade and gave it a hard swat. “Enjoy your walk of shame, punk.”
Mal Slade swallowed the lump in her throat, spun around and stalked up the ramp. She most certainly did not enjoy the walk, but kept her head high by imagining how Jenny Jacobs would endure this same humiliation the next time she dared cross the Tigress