Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:56:22 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The sold out throng greeted this with all the venom they could muster, with similar reactions taking place in living rooms and bars from coast to coast. Their combined disdain was something to behold, yet it registered as little more than a mild annoyance to the woman at whom it was directed. Far too focused on the task at hand to reward their little show of petulance, Jenny Jacobs didn’t even bother to raise the J’s, she simply flipped the fans a double bird as she strode down the aisle to the squared circle and a rubber match with a most tenacious adversary.
Caring not for the festive mood of the evening, Jenny sported the black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, bruised purple while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. Unusually quiet, the incensed Innovator made no to exchange barbs with the mouth breathers and neck-beards that were so desperate for attention, though she did find the energy to swat and grab at half a dozen poorly thought out signs. Disengaging as she neared the foot of the ramp, Jacobs broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Popping to her feet in the same breath, Jenny posted up in the center of the squared circle and would’ve stayed right there if Craig Long hadn’t risked life and limb to coax her into the far corner.
“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!”
Anger blossomed to delight 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. Breaking into a smile that always seemed to ignite camera flashes, Slade asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?”
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied in a chorus several thousand strong.
“Correction!” Mal said with a bright smile. “It’s time I brought an Innovator to ground!” With that she tore down the ramp in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For what was most certainly the biggest match of her FAWN career to date, Slade 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 her canvas battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Acknowledging their support with a final wave, Mal promptly offered wrists, knees and elbows to Craig Long, but she never once took her eyes from the chilly blue gaze of the NorCal Sensation
Both ladies were quick out of their corners when the bell sounded. There was no calls to hunt from Mallory and no smirking derision from Jenny, just a swiftly shrinking gap closed up tight in the center of the ri--’OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’ went the FAWNatics in response to the stiff pie-face Jacobs scuffed across the Tigress’s mouth.
“That’s just the beginning, Slade.” Jenny barked in Mal’s ear. “Consider it payback for all the shyt you’ve talked the last six we--”
CRAAACK!
Mallory set the former World Champion on her heels with a backhanded Bytch Slap that connected solidly with the corner of the American’s mouth. Sublimely pleased with the sound it made, Slade stomped into the Innovator’s personal space and pressed her forehead to Jacobs’s temple, all the better to snarl into her ear. “Know why I kept talking shyt, girlie? Because you called me a fluke to anyone who’d listen to your OOOOWWWWWW!”
Jenny stamped on the brunette’s toes, then darted her hands around the back of Slade’s neck. Fingers laced, she wrenched Mal’s head to one side and jerked her down low enough to bounce a heavy Kneelift between her eyes. Mal cried out, flattened a hand and spanked a hard smack off the Innovator’s tummy, but Jacobs soaked it up in favor of another hard shot to the noggin. “You ARE a fluke, Slade. And since you’re not going to embrace it, I might as well put you out of your misery!” She punctuated with a third Kneelift that ended the Cravate and put her rival on trembling legs.
CRAVATE KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch8jeKZfIEo
Noting Mal’s scrambled defenses, Jenny lit into the Aussie’s chest with a heavy Overhand Slap, then grabbed hold of a wrist and sent her into the ropes. Slade went without complaint and returned the same way, a perfect target for the heavy right hand Jacobs aimed at her NO! Mallory ducked, hooked her left arm around JJ’s exposed bicep and used it to spin her into a blink and you’ll miss it Front Facelock. This gave way to an equally sudden Swinging Neckbreaker that THWHUNKED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders! The NorCal Sensation saw stars but she blinked them away and would’ve rolled onto her belly if Slade hadn’t maintained stubborn control over her chin. A heartbeat later Slade somersaulted into a heavy seat on the blonde’s belly, a pretty, sinuous motion that saw her collect Jacobs’s head under her right arm in a much heavier Front Facelock.
SWINGING NECKBREAKER & BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WseosgyGjd0
“You’re the one that needs pasturing, girl.” Mal huffed once she’d threaded her arms under Jenny’s biceps and clasped her hands to complete the Butterfly Lock. “Your name hasn’t been worth spit since you screwed Autumn out of the World Title!”
Jenny didn’t respond at first. Instead she wagged a finger in the general direction of Craig Long to ensure he wouldn’t intrude on her valuable time. Once that was settled her braced her left hand against the mat and curled the right into a fist that she promptly banged off the Tigress’s posted left knee. “What do you know about World Titles, asshole?” she grunted. “You’re barely through jerking curtains and you think that gives you the right to EEEEERRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mallory leaaaaaaaaaaaned back and was pleased to feel the veteran’s groan reverberating against her flank. “This nifty little grip right here, honey.” she jostled the hold back n’ forth to make sure Jenny got the point. “THAT’S what gives me the right. Where is this one on your list, by the way? Somewhere in the two millions?”
“Nowhere.” Jenny grunted at once. “Never bothered to learn such basic weak sauce garb--”
Slade kicked both legs forward and leaned back even farther, a shift that brought Jacob’s forehead dangerously close to the canvas. “This really your best play right now? Talking trash when we both know I could crack your ribs if I hooked you in a ScissAAAARRRRHH SHYT!”
Mallory leaned forward the instant Jenny chomped down on her side. This lessened the pain of the gnawing somewhat, but it also loosened the Butterfly enough for Jacobs to pound punches into her attacker’s ribs until Slade was forced to disengage. Tumbling out of danger the instant she was loose, Jenny bounced up and took a moment to fix her hair and adjust her trunks.
“Bit of free advice, bikini meat.” she addressed Mal with a sort of blasé amusement that made the Australian seethe. “If you’re in position to finish a chick off quick, don’t tell her you can, just f*cking DO it.”
Slade wanted to snap back an immediate retort, but she wasn’t about to give Jacobs the satisfaction of her anger. Instead she took a step back and made a show of smoothing out her ponytail. Voice level, Mallory replied, “And give you another reason to whine about flukes? Not a chance. We’ve got twenty minutes all to ourselves tonight, Jenny. I’m going to use all of them.”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds offered her a smile of genuine amusement. “Please. You’ll be mouth breathing inside five minutes.”
Slade settled into a grappler’s crouch and took a step back just in case the blonde was feeling crowded. “I’ll remember that when you’re rolling under the bottom rope in three. Now are you ready to wrestle or you wanna burn some more time tal--” Jacobs pounced on her with a stiff Collar & Elbow Lock-Up, one that saw the former champ forgo the ‘elbow’ in favor of getting the heel of her palm up against the brunette’s chin. It was perfectly unpleasant and perfectly legal, so Slade cupped a hand over Jenny’s jaw and forced her head back far enough to make the Innovator groan. That’s how it went for the next several seconds, each wrestler taking turns forcing her opposition toward the ropes or the ring-posts.
Eventually Mal put on a burst of speed that smudged the smaller grappler against the rubber-coated steel long enough for Craig to stride over. “Ok Mal, she’s in the ropes. Break the hold and back up.”
Slade, who was tummied up on her blonde so snugly that Long couldn’t get a hand between them without drawing some sort of stern phone call from HR, replied, “Doesn’t she have to ASK for the break first, Craig?”
The ref sighed, turned his attention to Jacobs. “You’re in the ropes, Jenny. Do you want a breaWHOAH!”
Apparently the answer was no because the Innovator abruptly spun in a half circle to reverse their positions! Eyes alight as she forced Mallory’s head backward over the top rope, Jenny took a half step back and CRAAACKED the Tigress’s modest bosom with another Overhand Slap! The crowd winced right along with Slade, then murmured with concern when Jacobs took hold of a wrist and yanked her of the ropes. Anyone hoping for a full Irish Whip was sorely disappointed when Jenny immediately took her foe to the mat with something halfway between a Drop Toe-Hold and a plain ol’ trip.
Quick to post up on the brunette’s left side, Double J snagged that ankle and angled Mal’s left shin across the pit of her right knee in a Figure Four. From there she folded Slade’s right leg over the trapped limb and rolled into a comfortable position reposed atop Mallory’s back. With her left arm in control of those knotted legs, Jenny cupped her right hand under Slade’s chin and arched herself into a high bridge that gouged the crown of her skull directly into the hollow of Mal’s spine.
BRIDGING BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_0G2S36hTM
Impressed in spite of their general disdain for the one-time leader of the Jacobites, the capacity crowd offered up a small round of applause that soon dissolved into shouts of support for the trapped Tigress. “Hear that, baby?” Jenny teased as she continued to work the Bow & Arrow. “They want you to escape just so they can watch me tie you up again. Think you can do it? Or is that cardio already starting to fail?”
Slade’s cardio was holding just fine, which wasn’t to say she endured Jacobs’s clever hold with anything approaching pleasure. Vantage limited by the unpleasant angle of her neck, a quick, squinty look around confirmed the ropes were still some distance from her questing hands. As for Jenny, she tightened both ends of her grip while grrrrrriiiiiiinding her noggin into Mallory’s back and jostling the bridge up n’ down, up ‘n down. “What happened to all that snarling you were doing earlier, Tigress?” Jacobs muttered after her latest round of punishment failed to draw any verbal reaction from the Aussie. “Don’t tell me you’re going to clam up the instant you NGH!” Mal crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and promptly delivered her elbow between the former World Champ’s shoulders, alas her positioning was such that it wasn’t much more than a minor annoyance. “Ask her, Craig.” Jenny huffed. “She’s already throwing weak-shyt elbows, no way she’s gonna last another sixteen minutes.”
Long didn’t believe Mal was depleted nearly as much as Jenny claimed, yet such queries were part and parcel to his regular duties, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Mallory? Ready to submit?”
“Not on your life.” Slade growled at once. “This brat isn’t gonna take me down without EEEERRRRRRRRHHHH!”
The Innovator used her Chinlock to jounce Slade’s head up & down in a sort of involuntary agreement. “I quit, I quit, she’s too tuuuuuuufffffff!” Jenny wailed in a gawdawful mockery of her opponent’s Australian accent. “Make her let go, Craig! So I can return to my pissant little dingo farm in OOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Mallory seized hold of her attacker’s right thumb and pulled like she meant to snap it off! Pragmatist that she was, Jacobs immediately relinquished the Bow & Arrow to scramble to one knee, whereupon reaching she hammered half a dozen forearm smashes across her opponent’s shoulders. “Tacky bytch.” Jenny muttered after taking a moment to mash the bony ridge of her forearm against the nape of Slade’s neck. “Make up your damned mind already. Should I outclass you in a wrestling match or just beat you unconscious in a brawLHHUUURRRGGHHH!”
Mal spun like a crocodile doing a death roll, only it was her legs that ‘SMECKED!’ shut around Jenny’s exposed midsection. Hands planted on the canvas, Slade boosted herself a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make the NorCal Sensation rake pail, painful furrows in those steely stems. “You couldn’t outclass me on my worst day, girl.” Mallory muttered to Jenny. “And that’s what’s got you so pissed off, isn’t--”
CRA-CRAAACK!
Jenny lit into the Aussie’s washboard abs with a resounding overhand slap followed by an equally tart forehand Bytch Slap that twisted Slade’s head to one side. Deigning to speak only when she’d braced her elbows against the vise of Mal’s knees, Jacobs spat, “I don’t give a rat’s ass that you think you’re on my level, Slade. Hell, if you didn’t I never would’ve signed on for the first match. The ONLY thing that pisses me off about you is that YOU THINK, I THINK I’m worried about how this will go. Because I’m not. I don’t need to power my way out of these ‘Scissors by Crossfit’ to know you’re going to burn out while I’m still going at full spe--”
CRAAACK! Mallory repaid the slap with cheek-welting interest, then drew a quick warning from the official when she snatched a huge handful of blonde hair. “Put on all the airs you want, Jenny.” she said quietly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re struggling to breathe.”
Jacobs smirked through the constriction, much to the Tigress’s disgust. But rather than answer with a taunt, JJ raised one hand overhead and asked, “Think I’m running out of gas? Then keep me on the mat, honey.”
Mal understood the danger inherent in essentially chaining herself to the notoriously clever blonde, but she wasn’t in the habit of turning down challenges and she didn’t aim to start tonight. Without a word she joined her hand with Jenny’s, then repeated the procedure when Jacobs lifted her other hand. “Go on, girl.” she said. “Stand up without having your knees buckle.”
“My knees are just fine, bikini meat.” Jenny countered in the midst of rearranging her folded legs. “It’s your calves I’m worried about. Feels like they’re starting to shiv--”
Abrupt silence from the multi-time former champion as another protracted clench gave lie to the taunt. Craig saw the grimace stamped on Jenny’s face and stepped forward to check on her only to be summarily dismissed with a single quick ‘no’. Mal grinned at that but made no verbal response, rather she bore down on the blonde’s hands in hopes that it’d distract from those fight-winning Scissors. No such luck, Jacobs’s attention didn’t so much as waver as she made it to one knee and quickly surged forward to stack the Tigress on her shoulders. Slade immediately rolled a shoulder off the canvas which meant Jenny had just a bit more momentum going when she surged to verticality with the Scissors and the Knucklelock still firmly in place!
Very much aware of the impressed (albeit grudging) applause from the sold out crowd, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kept her eyes on Mallory as she asked, “Would you give me a five count, Craig?”
“Ummmmhhhhh… you’re not in the ropes, Jenny.” Long answered rather quizzically.
“I know. I just want to make sure Slade here understands it’s going to take a lot more than her Thighmaster Workout Tapes to put me down for the OOOFFFHH!”
Mallory pushed up fast and squeezed down harder than ever, her long, limber stretched at a near perfect forty-five degrees. “That feel like something built offa damned tape, girlie? Or maybe it feels like more hours in the gym than your dumpy little arse could ever hanNNNGGGHH!”
Jenny jerked the brunette in close for a single stiff Headbutt across the bridge of the nose. It didn’t end the Scissors by a long shot, it did however loosen the Test of Strength enough for Double J to twist her hands free. These she promptly wrapped around Slade’s ponytail for a few hard tugs and swift corralling under her left armpit. “Knees are still steady, tramp.” Jenny noted once she’d trapped Mal’s arms in a strong Double Underhook. “Wanna let go now or do I have to OOOWWWWW!” Mallory poured it on even harder than before, so Jacobs endured through the initial crush, then gouged her knee into the Aussie’s tailbone no less than half a dozen times. “Break those Scissors, bytch.” Jenny grunted after the opening salvo. “Right goddamned now, or ooooohhhhhhhhhh--”
A roar of approval from the crowd as Jacobs’s knees shimmied beneath the might of Mal’s gams, followed by an even louder exclamation when the Innovator exploded into a shambling run that kept gaining speed right up until the moment she BWUUUNGED Slade’s spine into the middle turnbuckle. That finally put some slack in the Aussie’s gams, so Jenny bounced her off it twice more before unleashing a fusillade of Kneelifts to Slade’s defenseless glutes.
Barely resisting the urge to release her own hooks when the Scissors dropped away, the NorCal Sensation backed up and twisted around so she was between Mal and the corner. “You’re good at supplying the pressure, I’ll give you that.” Jenny grunted. “But how are you at taking it?” With that she dipped her knees and muscled the bendyback off the canvas, Jacobs flipping Slade over in mid-air just so she could drop to one knee and THWHUMP the Tigress across the posted joint!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmTB83M1tgg
Mal hit hard and bounced clear to land on her belly directly beside the penitent Innovator. Alas this was no time to take stock of her aches and pains, as Jenny hooked her in a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back for a Crossbody counted off by Craig Long and several thousand FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mal twisted onto her side, the escape doing nothing for the smoldering fire burning at the hollow of her back. Though undeniably pleased by the bent angle of her opponent’s form, Jenny was in no condition to take immediate advantage, so she stood up and leaned against the ropes all while keeping a sharp eye on the flattened Aussie. The lull in hostilities lasted until Long reached ‘SEVEN!’ on his count. That’s when Jacobs pushed off the strands and administered three quick stomps to Slade’s lower back. Mal grunted, then rolled over and sat up better defend herself. The merits of this plan proved somewhat debatable as a prompt two-handed grip from the Innovator forced Mallory all the way to verticality. From there she switched over to a Wristlock and pumped a shoulder into the brunette’s sternum, thus forcing her into the corner she’d so recently endured.
“Hope your back is as bendy as advertised.” Jenny cooed in Slade’s ear. “Otherwise this is going to hurt like hell.” She stepped clear, dropped a shoulder and put Mal on a beeline from one corner to the other.
Head clearing as she loped across the canvas, Slade watched the buckles grow larger and made a judgment call. Rather than turn into the run she picked up her pace, then grabbed hold of the top rope and launched herself high into the air. Drawing both knees to chest level, the limber battler kicked out full length and released the ropes to soar gracefully over the incoming form of Jenny Jac--THWHACK!
There was a fatal flaw in Slade’s plan, namely that it hinged on the Innovator charging headlong into the corner. Alas, Jenny’d kept a prudent distance from her quarry, meaning that when Mal returned to terra firma the blonde was still on her six. Mallory’s ignorance was brief as it was painful, her edification marked by a single pinpoint Super Kick Jacobs tacked to the nape of her neck.
The Tigress should’ve gone down in a gobsmacked heap, yet somehow her legs held long enough to get her to the corner, where she collapsed chest-first against the roughly-padded steel ring. Elsewhere, Jacobs raised the Double J’s overhead before using them to ’frame’ the perfect angle for her next attack. “Gotta love the new meat,” she murmured while she backed off by several paces. “Tough enough to flex, but fresh enough to ’SNAP’ when they break.”
Then she was off, the NorCal Sensation racing down Slade’s back-trail just before she took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees between the brunette’s shoulders. Breathless in the wake of such oxygen destroying offense, Mal somehow found the energy to throw a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, unfortunately it had none of the Tigress’s usual pop and Jenny made her pay for it with a savage Overhand Slap. This was followed by a Half Nelson / Waistlock combination which the blonde used to drag the taller woman out to the center of the ring. Smirking when the disenfranchised Jacobites started to boo, Jenny gathered her reserves and hauled Slade high into the air only to bring the slender hardbody THWHUNKING down atop a posted knee!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2UxFstDKk4
The Half Nelson Backbreaker left Mal stacked on her shoulders in an ignominious Matchbook so Jacobs tummied into those upturned haunches and grabbed hold of Aussie ankles to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Slade powered loose from the gaudy cover with a little wiggle room, though the monstrous bolt of pain that accompanied her escape convinced her to seek sojourn under the bottom ropes. Jenny didn’t bother to stop her, in fact she raced alongside the wounded warrior and dove into a Baseball Slide that brought her to the floor a step ahead of Slade. “What, you think you’re safe out here?” Jacobs snagged her foe at trunks and tresses, hauled Mallory out onto the floor and spun her through a half circle just to THWHUMP her gut-first into the apron. The collision did nothing for what little air remained in her lungs, yet Mal spun around and CRAAACKED a hard Knife-Edge Chop across the blonde’s décolletage!
“Buuuuhhh… back your arse up, girl.” Mal huffed over Jenny’s surprised yelp. “Or I’ll slap that nasty gob of yours into the front UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Jacobs lowered a shoulder and plowed into Slade’s gut hard enough to drive her spine against the pitiless apron. “Slap me all you want, honey.” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds taunted as forced her knock-kneed adversary to stand straight. “That shyt’s not nearly enough to keep me from breaking your back.” Slade tried to reply, but Jenny hooked her for a Body Slam and hoisted her up so she was stretched out atop the apron. Some of the more optimistic FAWNatics thought the former World Champ would simply roll the brunette back into the ring, alas it was the cynics who were rewarded when Jacobs rose onto tiptoe and THWHUNKED Slade’s spine against the barely blunted edge! Mal wailed and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, a tactic that might’ve earned her a break if she’d managed to pull herself back into the squared circle. But she did not and it was only a matter of moments before Jacobs bundled her up for another unpleasant encounter with the edge.
APRON BACKBREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLbp1pzejgQ
“All right Jenny, that’s enough of that.” Craig noted after the second improvised Backbreaker. “Let’s get her back in the ring, shall we?”
Jenny put her hands on her hips and looked from the ref, to Mal and back again. “I guess technically she’s ON the ring. Ok, I got this.”
Instead of a simple shove she went back to that familiar grip on Slade’s ponytail and bolstered it with a huge handful of togs. Pulling on both with far more force than necessary, Jenny dragged her squirming opposition down to the far corner, where she braced Mallory’s aching spine against the steel post. “Go ahead, grab the ropes. Scream for a break.” Jacobs teased once she’d taken possession of the Australian stunner’s chin and left ankle.
Mal did indeed grab hold of the bottom strand, though when she spoke her voice was little more than a whisper. “Let go of me, girl. Right goddamned noeeeerrrrrrrrhhhhh….”
Jenny stepped back, brought her left leg up and braced that foot against the steel to apply even more pressure when she CRAAAAAAAAANKED on the hellacious Bow & Arrow! “Still think you’re on my level, baby? Think you can hang with the best on the freakin’ planet? Go on! Tell me how good you THINK you are!”
But Mallory said nothing, the Tigress of Tallong electing grim silence even as she held the rope in a white-knuckle death grip. Eventually strain and Long’s count forced Jacobs to release her hold, not that freedom brought Slade any immediate relief. In fact her situation grew all the more painful as she rolled / dragged herself away from the corner to the relative safety of center ring. Simultaneously amused and disgusted by the sight, Jenny busted out a double jump that took her from the floor to the apron to the top turnbuckle in the blink of an eye.
“Pathetic!” the Innovator barked at anyone who would listen. “First she couldn’t wait to get out of the ring, now she’s throwing herself back in as fast as she can!”
The capacity crowd voiced their disapproval with this rather controversial viewpoint so Jacobs dismissed them with stereo middle fingers before returning her attention to the vulnerable Tigress. With Mal stretched before her like a very peculiar rug, the NorCal Sensation leapt into the lights and scrunched herself into the mid-air toe touch that was the hallmark of any good Frog Splash. Of course Jenny didn’t bother with anything that was merely ‘good’ thusly she unfolded into a gorgeous Elbow Drop that would’ve been all the more impressive if Mallory hadn’t rolled out of the way at the absolute last second! Creative genius though she was, Jenny Jacobs still obeyed certain tenets of gravity and momentum, meaning she had little recourse but to THA-WHAM into the recently vacated patch of canvas!
Arm held tight to her chest even as she bounced over after the initial impact, the girl of several million holds and one critical ache ended up on her back near the center of the ring with both arms cradled protectively across her chest while one foot beat an erratic ‘goddamn that HURTS!’ tattoo on the mat.
A short distance from the blonde crater, Mallory made it to one knee in silence before forcing herself to full verticality with a suppressed groan. The sudden movement did nothing for the pain in her lower back, but a hand braced against it soothed some of the pain and the sight of Jenny deep in her own misery took care of the rest. Looking around to gauge her opponent’s position, Slade nodded to herself, then backed her way to the strands on the far side of the ring. “I may not be on your level just yet, Jacobs.” she huffed softly. “But I climb fast… and you’re in no shape to defend your turf.”
Jenny made no response, so the Aussie stunner broke into a run and leapt onto the second rope with all the predatory grace her nickname implied. Dipped into a crouch for just a moment, Slade launched herself backward in a high, gorgeous flip that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHUMPING down atop Jacobs’s chest AND her wounded left arm! Pasted to the deck by the power of Slade’s Tigressault, Jenny only groaned when Mal hooked the far leg and stacked her up for…
TIGRESSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OScYCZi-KA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Double J kicked out with half a second to spare, much to the irritation of the FAWNatics. Slade wasn’t irritated or even disappointed, in fact she looked rather pleased after she’d wiped some sweat off her brow and plunged both hands into Jenny’s hair. Too concerned with her arm to offer much in the way of resistance, Jacobs was scraped off the mat and muscled up across Mallory’s shoulders all in very short order. With Jenny hooked at neck and thigh, Slade stomped to the middle of the ring and turned in a slow circle. Then she turned another, slightly faster circle. And then another. And another. And another, until she was practically whirling in place while the capacity crowd roared their approval for the classic Airplane Spin.
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAiPQiGeWfQ
The Innovator did some roaring too, though hers was in response to the nausea slowly roiling in the pit of her stomach. This condition did not get any better when the tawny brunette came to a dead stop and abruptly pitched Jacobs off her perch! Mal dropped alongside her foe, namely to one knee, which she buried in the pit of Jenny’s exposed tummy!
FIREMAN'S CARRY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=toBX3n8xLqc
She thought the gut-churning impact would’ve bounced Jacobs onto her back for another pin, but the tenacious veteran somehow kept her footing, even though she was doubled over and looking even more nauseated than prior. Quick to take advantage of the precarious position, Slade grabbed hold of her blonde’s left wrist and yanked it out full length. Jenny yelped and instinctively reached for her elbow which meant she wasn’t thinking about defense when Mallory hopped into the air and threaded her legs around the former World Champ’s arm. Ankles locked tight against the curve of Jacobs’s shoulder, Slade came down with Jenny in tow, the former landing stretched out on her back while the latter was sprawled awkwardly on her belly.
INVERTED CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEXY5rDa2AI
“AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” JJ shrieked as Mallory reefed back full force on the Inverted Cross Armbreaker. Left arm thoroughly trapped, she braced her right against the mat and pushed up only to be forced back down by a pulse from those steely stems. Oh so pleased by the blonde’s pained wriggling, Mal let the hold do its work for a good ten seconds before she said, “Want your pretty little hand back, Jen? Just tap that mat as quick as you can!”
“F*ck you!” Jacobs barked at once. “You’re not gonna make me EERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mallory pushed forward and down, using the weight of her encroaching stems to force Jenny’s face against the canvas even as she exacerbated the strain of the Armbreaker. “Ask her.” the Tigress said to Craig. “Better yet, make her understand the sort of trouble she’s in.”
Long took a look at the strain on Jenny’s shoulder and decided this was a prudent course of action. “You doing ok, Jenny?” he questioned from minimum safe distance. “If you’re not just say the word and I’ll get you out of--”
“Bytch isn’t going to tap me out, Craig.” the NorCal Sensation grunted. “She’s not strong enough to NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Angered by such blatant dismissal when the blonde was practically at her mercy, Slade drew her left leg up just enough to drive several scuffing stomps into the side of Jacobs’s head. “What was that, Jenny? I was a little distracted stomping on your head.”
Jenny didn’t bother with a reply, instead she drove her right elbow into the mat and forced herself up just high enough to get her right knee in place too. This didn’t alleviate the torque on her arm in the slightest, but it did give her a good view of the ropes and they were quite a bit closer than the blonde dared dream. Focusing on this rather than the ever increasing strain in her elbow and shoulder, Jacobs thumped her way across the canvas desert with a ravenous Tigress chewing on her arm every inch of the way.
Mallory made no active effort to stop Jenny’s progress, though she did slam one heel against the mat perhaps half a dozen times which was more than enough to raise a loud ‘TAP!’ chant from those assembled in the arena. Jacobs did not, but the pain on her face was obvious to all as she reached the last eighteen inches of the arduous journey. Aware that she’d have to change her tactics or cede the mount, Slade raised her left leg high and brought it down on the back of Jenny’s skull once, twice, three times!
The Innovator crumpled into a facedown heap, her right arm forgetting all about freedom in an effort to protect her head from more abuse. In a way it worked, as Mal did not repeat the bludgeoning tactic again. Unfortunately it was only because the Australian battler transitioned from her spot at Jenny’s nine o’clock to a snug seat atop the blonde’s lower back. Quick to corral Jacobs’s wrists, Mallory pulled them up and back before drawing them together so she could hook her legs around the captured limbs. Sitting cross-legged on Jenny’s back with the former champ’s arms bound in the coil of her legs, Mallory planted her hands on the canvas and pushed forward to once again craaaaaaaaank Jenny’s shoulders.
“Don’t even bother reaching for the ropes.” Slade chided in regards to the blonde’s flailing hands. “You want out? Then inch along on your belly like the snake you are.”
“Oh bytch, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Jenny growled, her reply muffled by the proximity of the mat. “Because you’re going to hate life when I get hold of your OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Mal caught the American’s fingers in stereo Knucklelocks and bent Jenny’s hands backward like she meant to win a particularly brutal Test of Strength. “Looks like you’ve got a hold of me now, girl.” she taunted. “What are you going to do with it?”
Fact is, Jenny couldn’t do much, at least not with her hands. So she dismissed what she couldn’t control and focused on what she could, in this case her legs. Shifting ever so slightly to the left, Jacobs planted that knee, then stretched out her right leg and brought her right knee down a short distance away. Then she leaned right and drew her legs together. The shift wasn’t much, only a few degrees, yet when Jenny repeated the tactic it brought her a little bit closer to the ropes.
Mal understood the play after another go-through and she relinquished the Knuckelocks to pound awkward punches into her target’s flanks. They didn’t make Jacobs’s trek any less arduous, but they didn’t slow her down either and after another ten seconds or so she hooked her right ankle over the bottom rope.
“Get off me, punk.” Jenny said as calmly as she could muster given the circumstances.
Mal took a deep breath, then flattened one hand into a paddle and swatted the blonde’s backside just because she could. After that she unhooked her legs and spun off the mount, thus allowing Jenny to drag herself under the bottom rope. Rather than pursue, Slade took several steps back and shook her legs out, as the exertions of the last several minutes had left her with an unpleasant case of pins and needles. Of course she wasn’t nearly as bad off as the Innovator, who was massaging her shoulders like she was afraid they might come off in her hands.
Situated between his charges, Craig raised a hand to Mallory so she’d keep her distance while he tended to Jacobs. The Tigress answered with a nod, so Long moved closer to the ropes and went down on one knee. “You good to continue, Jenny?”
Jenny nodded at once, the response containing none of her usual attitude. “I’m good to go. Just give me a sec.”
“I’ll do you four better.” But Mal will have free reign if you’re not on your feet by then.” No answer to that, so Long stepped back and rattled off, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds clambered to one knee, grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to haul herself back to-- Mallory charged, hopped up and flicked her right foot at Jenny’s chin in a knock-out Yakuza KiNO!
Jenny stepped aside at the last instant, leaving the Aussie’s shapely stem to fly through the empty void. Slade had the presence of mind to grab hold of the rubber-coated steel and thus avoid tumbling all the way to the floor, however her position was quite precarious, as Jacobs illustrated when she absolutely CLOUTED the Tigress across the jaw with a Forearm Smash! Mallory’s head snapped back but the awkward position kept her creating any separation and her circumstances only got worse when Jenny took hold of her ankle. Hunching forward as best she could, Slade swatted scratched the blonde’s shoulders, but she couldn’t stop Jacobs from wedging her right ankle in behind the middle rope.
Backing off when the work was done, Jenny flipped hair out of her eyes and offered Mal an insolent grin. “Not quite a knot in your tail, but it’ll do for now.”
Slade shook her head in disgust as she continued tugging and worrying at the springy trap. “You better hope it does, girl. Because when I get out of here I’m going to--”
THWHACK!
Jenny pivoted to one side, hopped forward and delivered a pinpoint Super Kick to the side of her opponent’s exposed knee! Mallory howled in pain and collapsed forward, which finally pulled her ankle free from the middle rope. Unfortunately her knee was still hung up over the top, so Jenny grabbed hold of her ankle and dropped to the floor!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH DAAAAAMMMIT!”
Slade bounced away from the traitorous ropes with that wounded right knee drawn tight to her chest. She was still trying to gauge the extent of the damage when Jenny took hold of her ankle and straightened out her leg with half a dozen violent yanks. Stuffing the Aussie’s shin under her left arm, Jenny dipped her knees in a deep crouch and slooooooowly turned Slade onto her belly. She stepped over and sat down in the same motion, settling comfortably into the hollow of Mallory’s back for an agonizing Single Leg Crab.
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGFCIWjMwZY
“GIVE UP!” Jacobs bellowed in the midst of trying to touch Mal’s toes to the back of her skull. “NOW! OR YOU WON’T WALK OUT OF HERE!”
Slade beat her fists against the mat, then pushed up on her knuckles and managed to drag herself a little closer to the ropes. “Piss off, Jacobs.” she grunted. “I’ll never tap to AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny got to her feet and leaaaaaaaaaaned back, putting that much more strain on the brunette’s knee and spine. “Yeah, you will, bytch. Fight it all you want, but everyone taps eventu--”
Mallory screamed again, this time in determination rather than pain. Pushing herself as high as she could go, the trapped Tigress clawing and dragging her way across the mat until she hooked a desperate arm around the bottom rope. “BREAK IT!” she shouted at once. “BREAK THE HOLD, DAMMOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Jenny dropped down low and cranked the hold as hard as could for the full duration of Long’s ‘FOUR!’ count. The Innovator finally tossed the limb aside on threat of disqualification, then snorted in disgust when Mal rolled under the bottom rope.
“Back it off, Jenny.” Craig swatted her shoulder at once. “I gave you the time, Mallory’s earned the same.”
Jacobs didn’t seem to agree with that argument, but she took a few steps back and raised her hands so the ref wouldn’t waste any more time. Satisfied, the man hurried to the ropes and leaned through to check on the Tigress. “How’s the knee, Mallory? Can you continue?”
Slade nodded, then muttered, “Just give me the count, Craig. That’s all I need.” So the zebra cleared off and did as Mallory bade. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FI--”
Mal’s return to verticality was greeted with applause from the FAWNatics and headlong charge from Jacobs, the icy-eyed blonde coming in hot with a Forearm Smash aimed at her foe’s-- THWHACK! Still leaned against the ropes, Mallory sprang off the apron and twisted her whole body sideways, all the better to crack her left shin across Jacobs’s forehead. Jenny stumbled back with stars in her eyes, but Slade didn’t pursue. Rather she limped her way to the nearest corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle as quick as her injured leg would allow.
Settled into an expectant crouch, she honed in on Jenny and just waited until the Innovator turned her way….there! The Tigress sprang into the aether, her long lean frame twisting sideways in mid-air for a gorgeous Diving Crossbody that SMECKED full force across Jacobs’s chest! Jenny hit the deck HARD, perhaps a little harder than Mal intended because the impact bounced both ladies up and tumbled them over with the NorCal Sensation landing on top! Transforming the predicament into an Inside Cradle more out of instinct than conscious effort, Jenny caught Mal’s noggin in a Front Facelock and laced a leg around the brunette’s vulnerable right stem in hopes of keeping her grounded for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny let loose and rolled away, somehow managing to end up stretched out on her side while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny pumped a fist (more for herself than anyone else) flopped onto her stomach and made it back boot-leather without putting too much strain on her devastated arms. Craig came over to raise her hand and Jacobs allowed him to do so, albeit only after a hissed, “Easy.” The sigil was greeted mostly with boos, though the blonde didn’t miss a small thread of defiant cheers.
Those cheers got a lot louder a few seconds later when Mallory Slade hobbled to her feet.
“Knee’s looking pretty banged up, honey. Maybe you should spend the night in the infirmary.” Jenny suggested with a taunting smile.
“Your shoulder looks worse, girl.” Mal grunted. “Maybe you should spend the night in an ice bath.”
Jenny took a step forward. Mallory did the same.
“Maybe you should get the hell out of the ring before I decide to put you down for good.”
“You’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than you did tonight.”
“If I did any more you’d have left here on a stretcher.”
“Then that’s what you’re gonna have to do.”
“Careful about saying that out loud, baby. Otherwise it might come true.”
“I’m not scared of you, Jacobs. Not even a little bit.”
“A fearless loser is still a loser. Get out of my ring, Slade. And don’t say my name again unless you’re ready to play for real stakes.”
Mallory drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. She might’ve taken a swing if Craig hadn’t been so close. Instead she nodded once and said, “Stakes are high for you too, girl. Because next time you’re going to be asleep when the bell sounds.”
“Scoreboard, bytch.”
Slade snarled, turned away and slid through the ropes en route to a slow trudge up the aisle. Jenny didn’t celebrate, all her attention was focused on the retreating brunette. “Keep your distance, Mallory Slade.” she murmured. “Because if you don’t I’ll show the world there’s approximately six million ways to skin a cat.”
JENNY JACOBS:
The sold out throng greeted this with all the venom they could muster, with similar reactions taking place in living rooms and bars from coast to coast. Their combined disdain was something to behold, yet it registered as little more than a mild annoyance to the woman at whom it was directed. Far too focused on the task at hand to reward their little show of petulance, Jenny Jacobs didn’t even bother to raise the J’s, she simply flipped the fans a double bird as she strode down the aisle to the squared circle and a rubber match with a most tenacious adversary.
Caring not for the festive mood of the evening, Jenny sported the black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, bruised purple while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. Unusually quiet, the incensed Innovator made no to exchange barbs with the mouth breathers and neck-beards that were so desperate for attention, though she did find the energy to swat and grab at half a dozen poorly thought out signs. Disengaging as she neared the foot of the ramp, Jacobs broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Popping to her feet in the same breath, Jenny posted up in the center of the squared circle and would’ve stayed right there if Craig Long hadn’t risked life and limb to coax her into the far corner.
“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!”
Anger blossomed to delight 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. Breaking into a smile that always seemed to ignite camera flashes, Slade asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?”
MALLORY SLADE:
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they replied in a chorus several thousand strong.
“Correction!” Mal said with a bright smile. “It’s time I brought an Innovator to ground!” With that she tore down the ramp in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For what was most certainly the biggest match of her FAWN career to date, Slade 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 her canvas battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Acknowledging their support with a final wave, Mal promptly offered wrists, knees and elbows to Craig Long, but she never once took her eyes from the chilly blue gaze of the NorCal Sensation
Both ladies were quick out of their corners when the bell sounded. There was no calls to hunt from Mallory and no smirking derision from Jenny, just a swiftly shrinking gap closed up tight in the center of the ri--’OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’ went the FAWNatics in response to the stiff pie-face Jacobs scuffed across the Tigress’s mouth.
“That’s just the beginning, Slade.” Jenny barked in Mal’s ear. “Consider it payback for all the shyt you’ve talked the last six we--”
CRAAACK!
Mallory set the former World Champion on her heels with a backhanded Bytch Slap that connected solidly with the corner of the American’s mouth. Sublimely pleased with the sound it made, Slade stomped into the Innovator’s personal space and pressed her forehead to Jacobs’s temple, all the better to snarl into her ear. “Know why I kept talking shyt, girlie? Because you called me a fluke to anyone who’d listen to your OOOOWWWWWW!”
Jenny stamped on the brunette’s toes, then darted her hands around the back of Slade’s neck. Fingers laced, she wrenched Mal’s head to one side and jerked her down low enough to bounce a heavy Kneelift between her eyes. Mal cried out, flattened a hand and spanked a hard smack off the Innovator’s tummy, but Jacobs soaked it up in favor of another hard shot to the noggin. “You ARE a fluke, Slade. And since you’re not going to embrace it, I might as well put you out of your misery!” She punctuated with a third Kneelift that ended the Cravate and put her rival on trembling legs.
CRAVATE KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch8jeKZfIEo
Noting Mal’s scrambled defenses, Jenny lit into the Aussie’s chest with a heavy Overhand Slap, then grabbed hold of a wrist and sent her into the ropes. Slade went without complaint and returned the same way, a perfect target for the heavy right hand Jacobs aimed at her NO! Mallory ducked, hooked her left arm around JJ’s exposed bicep and used it to spin her into a blink and you’ll miss it Front Facelock. This gave way to an equally sudden Swinging Neckbreaker that THWHUNKED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders! The NorCal Sensation saw stars but she blinked them away and would’ve rolled onto her belly if Slade hadn’t maintained stubborn control over her chin. A heartbeat later Slade somersaulted into a heavy seat on the blonde’s belly, a pretty, sinuous motion that saw her collect Jacobs’s head under her right arm in a much heavier Front Facelock.
SWINGING NECKBREAKER & BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WseosgyGjd0
“You’re the one that needs pasturing, girl.” Mal huffed once she’d threaded her arms under Jenny’s biceps and clasped her hands to complete the Butterfly Lock. “Your name hasn’t been worth spit since you screwed Autumn out of the World Title!”
Jenny didn’t respond at first. Instead she wagged a finger in the general direction of Craig Long to ensure he wouldn’t intrude on her valuable time. Once that was settled her braced her left hand against the mat and curled the right into a fist that she promptly banged off the Tigress’s posted left knee. “What do you know about World Titles, asshole?” she grunted. “You’re barely through jerking curtains and you think that gives you the right to EEEEERRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mallory leaaaaaaaaaaaned back and was pleased to feel the veteran’s groan reverberating against her flank. “This nifty little grip right here, honey.” she jostled the hold back n’ forth to make sure Jenny got the point. “THAT’S what gives me the right. Where is this one on your list, by the way? Somewhere in the two millions?”
“Nowhere.” Jenny grunted at once. “Never bothered to learn such basic weak sauce garb--”
Slade kicked both legs forward and leaned back even farther, a shift that brought Jacob’s forehead dangerously close to the canvas. “This really your best play right now? Talking trash when we both know I could crack your ribs if I hooked you in a ScissAAAARRRRHH SHYT!”
Mallory leaned forward the instant Jenny chomped down on her side. This lessened the pain of the gnawing somewhat, but it also loosened the Butterfly enough for Jacobs to pound punches into her attacker’s ribs until Slade was forced to disengage. Tumbling out of danger the instant she was loose, Jenny bounced up and took a moment to fix her hair and adjust her trunks.
“Bit of free advice, bikini meat.” she addressed Mal with a sort of blasé amusement that made the Australian seethe. “If you’re in position to finish a chick off quick, don’t tell her you can, just f*cking DO it.”
Slade wanted to snap back an immediate retort, but she wasn’t about to give Jacobs the satisfaction of her anger. Instead she took a step back and made a show of smoothing out her ponytail. Voice level, Mallory replied, “And give you another reason to whine about flukes? Not a chance. We’ve got twenty minutes all to ourselves tonight, Jenny. I’m going to use all of them.”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds offered her a smile of genuine amusement. “Please. You’ll be mouth breathing inside five minutes.”
Slade settled into a grappler’s crouch and took a step back just in case the blonde was feeling crowded. “I’ll remember that when you’re rolling under the bottom rope in three. Now are you ready to wrestle or you wanna burn some more time tal--” Jacobs pounced on her with a stiff Collar & Elbow Lock-Up, one that saw the former champ forgo the ‘elbow’ in favor of getting the heel of her palm up against the brunette’s chin. It was perfectly unpleasant and perfectly legal, so Slade cupped a hand over Jenny’s jaw and forced her head back far enough to make the Innovator groan. That’s how it went for the next several seconds, each wrestler taking turns forcing her opposition toward the ropes or the ring-posts.
Eventually Mal put on a burst of speed that smudged the smaller grappler against the rubber-coated steel long enough for Craig to stride over. “Ok Mal, she’s in the ropes. Break the hold and back up.”
Slade, who was tummied up on her blonde so snugly that Long couldn’t get a hand between them without drawing some sort of stern phone call from HR, replied, “Doesn’t she have to ASK for the break first, Craig?”
The ref sighed, turned his attention to Jacobs. “You’re in the ropes, Jenny. Do you want a breaWHOAH!”
Apparently the answer was no because the Innovator abruptly spun in a half circle to reverse their positions! Eyes alight as she forced Mallory’s head backward over the top rope, Jenny took a half step back and CRAAACKED the Tigress’s modest bosom with another Overhand Slap! The crowd winced right along with Slade, then murmured with concern when Jacobs took hold of a wrist and yanked her of the ropes. Anyone hoping for a full Irish Whip was sorely disappointed when Jenny immediately took her foe to the mat with something halfway between a Drop Toe-Hold and a plain ol’ trip.
Quick to post up on the brunette’s left side, Double J snagged that ankle and angled Mal’s left shin across the pit of her right knee in a Figure Four. From there she folded Slade’s right leg over the trapped limb and rolled into a comfortable position reposed atop Mallory’s back. With her left arm in control of those knotted legs, Jenny cupped her right hand under Slade’s chin and arched herself into a high bridge that gouged the crown of her skull directly into the hollow of Mal’s spine.
BRIDGING BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_0G2S36hTM
Impressed in spite of their general disdain for the one-time leader of the Jacobites, the capacity crowd offered up a small round of applause that soon dissolved into shouts of support for the trapped Tigress. “Hear that, baby?” Jenny teased as she continued to work the Bow & Arrow. “They want you to escape just so they can watch me tie you up again. Think you can do it? Or is that cardio already starting to fail?”
Slade’s cardio was holding just fine, which wasn’t to say she endured Jacobs’s clever hold with anything approaching pleasure. Vantage limited by the unpleasant angle of her neck, a quick, squinty look around confirmed the ropes were still some distance from her questing hands. As for Jenny, she tightened both ends of her grip while grrrrrriiiiiiinding her noggin into Mallory’s back and jostling the bridge up n’ down, up ‘n down. “What happened to all that snarling you were doing earlier, Tigress?” Jacobs muttered after her latest round of punishment failed to draw any verbal reaction from the Aussie. “Don’t tell me you’re going to clam up the instant you NGH!” Mal crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and promptly delivered her elbow between the former World Champ’s shoulders, alas her positioning was such that it wasn’t much more than a minor annoyance. “Ask her, Craig.” Jenny huffed. “She’s already throwing weak-shyt elbows, no way she’s gonna last another sixteen minutes.”
Long didn’t believe Mal was depleted nearly as much as Jenny claimed, yet such queries were part and parcel to his regular duties, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Mallory? Ready to submit?”
“Not on your life.” Slade growled at once. “This brat isn’t gonna take me down without EEEERRRRRRRRHHHH!”
The Innovator used her Chinlock to jounce Slade’s head up & down in a sort of involuntary agreement. “I quit, I quit, she’s too tuuuuuuufffffff!” Jenny wailed in a gawdawful mockery of her opponent’s Australian accent. “Make her let go, Craig! So I can return to my pissant little dingo farm in OOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Mallory seized hold of her attacker’s right thumb and pulled like she meant to snap it off! Pragmatist that she was, Jacobs immediately relinquished the Bow & Arrow to scramble to one knee, whereupon reaching she hammered half a dozen forearm smashes across her opponent’s shoulders. “Tacky bytch.” Jenny muttered after taking a moment to mash the bony ridge of her forearm against the nape of Slade’s neck. “Make up your damned mind already. Should I outclass you in a wrestling match or just beat you unconscious in a brawLHHUUURRRGGHHH!”
Mal spun like a crocodile doing a death roll, only it was her legs that ‘SMECKED!’ shut around Jenny’s exposed midsection. Hands planted on the canvas, Slade boosted herself a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make the NorCal Sensation rake pail, painful furrows in those steely stems. “You couldn’t outclass me on my worst day, girl.” Mallory muttered to Jenny. “And that’s what’s got you so pissed off, isn’t--”
CRA-CRAAACK!
Jenny lit into the Aussie’s washboard abs with a resounding overhand slap followed by an equally tart forehand Bytch Slap that twisted Slade’s head to one side. Deigning to speak only when she’d braced her elbows against the vise of Mal’s knees, Jacobs spat, “I don’t give a rat’s ass that you think you’re on my level, Slade. Hell, if you didn’t I never would’ve signed on for the first match. The ONLY thing that pisses me off about you is that YOU THINK, I THINK I’m worried about how this will go. Because I’m not. I don’t need to power my way out of these ‘Scissors by Crossfit’ to know you’re going to burn out while I’m still going at full spe--”
CRAAACK! Mallory repaid the slap with cheek-welting interest, then drew a quick warning from the official when she snatched a huge handful of blonde hair. “Put on all the airs you want, Jenny.” she said quietly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re struggling to breathe.”
Jacobs smirked through the constriction, much to the Tigress’s disgust. But rather than answer with a taunt, JJ raised one hand overhead and asked, “Think I’m running out of gas? Then keep me on the mat, honey.”
Mal understood the danger inherent in essentially chaining herself to the notoriously clever blonde, but she wasn’t in the habit of turning down challenges and she didn’t aim to start tonight. Without a word she joined her hand with Jenny’s, then repeated the procedure when Jacobs lifted her other hand. “Go on, girl.” she said. “Stand up without having your knees buckle.”
“My knees are just fine, bikini meat.” Jenny countered in the midst of rearranging her folded legs. “It’s your calves I’m worried about. Feels like they’re starting to shiv--”
Abrupt silence from the multi-time former champion as another protracted clench gave lie to the taunt. Craig saw the grimace stamped on Jenny’s face and stepped forward to check on her only to be summarily dismissed with a single quick ‘no’. Mal grinned at that but made no verbal response, rather she bore down on the blonde’s hands in hopes that it’d distract from those fight-winning Scissors. No such luck, Jacobs’s attention didn’t so much as waver as she made it to one knee and quickly surged forward to stack the Tigress on her shoulders. Slade immediately rolled a shoulder off the canvas which meant Jenny had just a bit more momentum going when she surged to verticality with the Scissors and the Knucklelock still firmly in place!
Very much aware of the impressed (albeit grudging) applause from the sold out crowd, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds kept her eyes on Mallory as she asked, “Would you give me a five count, Craig?”
“Ummmmhhhhh… you’re not in the ropes, Jenny.” Long answered rather quizzically.
“I know. I just want to make sure Slade here understands it’s going to take a lot more than her Thighmaster Workout Tapes to put me down for the OOOFFFHH!”
Mallory pushed up fast and squeezed down harder than ever, her long, limber stretched at a near perfect forty-five degrees. “That feel like something built offa damned tape, girlie? Or maybe it feels like more hours in the gym than your dumpy little arse could ever hanNNNGGGHH!”
Jenny jerked the brunette in close for a single stiff Headbutt across the bridge of the nose. It didn’t end the Scissors by a long shot, it did however loosen the Test of Strength enough for Double J to twist her hands free. These she promptly wrapped around Slade’s ponytail for a few hard tugs and swift corralling under her left armpit. “Knees are still steady, tramp.” Jenny noted once she’d trapped Mal’s arms in a strong Double Underhook. “Wanna let go now or do I have to OOOWWWWW!” Mallory poured it on even harder than before, so Jacobs endured through the initial crush, then gouged her knee into the Aussie’s tailbone no less than half a dozen times. “Break those Scissors, bytch.” Jenny grunted after the opening salvo. “Right goddamned now, or ooooohhhhhhhhhh--”
A roar of approval from the crowd as Jacobs’s knees shimmied beneath the might of Mal’s gams, followed by an even louder exclamation when the Innovator exploded into a shambling run that kept gaining speed right up until the moment she BWUUUNGED Slade’s spine into the middle turnbuckle. That finally put some slack in the Aussie’s gams, so Jenny bounced her off it twice more before unleashing a fusillade of Kneelifts to Slade’s defenseless glutes.
Barely resisting the urge to release her own hooks when the Scissors dropped away, the NorCal Sensation backed up and twisted around so she was between Mal and the corner. “You’re good at supplying the pressure, I’ll give you that.” Jenny grunted. “But how are you at taking it?” With that she dipped her knees and muscled the bendyback off the canvas, Jacobs flipping Slade over in mid-air just so she could drop to one knee and THWHUMP the Tigress across the posted joint!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmTB83M1tgg
Mal hit hard and bounced clear to land on her belly directly beside the penitent Innovator. Alas this was no time to take stock of her aches and pains, as Jenny hooked her in a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back for a Crossbody counted off by Craig Long and several thousand FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mal twisted onto her side, the escape doing nothing for the smoldering fire burning at the hollow of her back. Though undeniably pleased by the bent angle of her opponent’s form, Jenny was in no condition to take immediate advantage, so she stood up and leaned against the ropes all while keeping a sharp eye on the flattened Aussie. The lull in hostilities lasted until Long reached ‘SEVEN!’ on his count. That’s when Jacobs pushed off the strands and administered three quick stomps to Slade’s lower back. Mal grunted, then rolled over and sat up better defend herself. The merits of this plan proved somewhat debatable as a prompt two-handed grip from the Innovator forced Mallory all the way to verticality. From there she switched over to a Wristlock and pumped a shoulder into the brunette’s sternum, thus forcing her into the corner she’d so recently endured.
“Hope your back is as bendy as advertised.” Jenny cooed in Slade’s ear. “Otherwise this is going to hurt like hell.” She stepped clear, dropped a shoulder and put Mal on a beeline from one corner to the other.
Head clearing as she loped across the canvas, Slade watched the buckles grow larger and made a judgment call. Rather than turn into the run she picked up her pace, then grabbed hold of the top rope and launched herself high into the air. Drawing both knees to chest level, the limber battler kicked out full length and released the ropes to soar gracefully over the incoming form of Jenny Jac--THWHACK!
There was a fatal flaw in Slade’s plan, namely that it hinged on the Innovator charging headlong into the corner. Alas, Jenny’d kept a prudent distance from her quarry, meaning that when Mal returned to terra firma the blonde was still on her six. Mallory’s ignorance was brief as it was painful, her edification marked by a single pinpoint Super Kick Jacobs tacked to the nape of her neck.
The Tigress should’ve gone down in a gobsmacked heap, yet somehow her legs held long enough to get her to the corner, where she collapsed chest-first against the roughly-padded steel ring. Elsewhere, Jacobs raised the Double J’s overhead before using them to ’frame’ the perfect angle for her next attack. “Gotta love the new meat,” she murmured while she backed off by several paces. “Tough enough to flex, but fresh enough to ’SNAP’ when they break.”
Then she was off, the NorCal Sensation racing down Slade’s back-trail just before she took to the skies and THWHUMPED both knees between the brunette’s shoulders. Breathless in the wake of such oxygen destroying offense, Mal somehow found the energy to throw a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, unfortunately it had none of the Tigress’s usual pop and Jenny made her pay for it with a savage Overhand Slap. This was followed by a Half Nelson / Waistlock combination which the blonde used to drag the taller woman out to the center of the ring. Smirking when the disenfranchised Jacobites started to boo, Jenny gathered her reserves and hauled Slade high into the air only to bring the slender hardbody THWHUNKING down atop a posted knee!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2UxFstDKk4
The Half Nelson Backbreaker left Mal stacked on her shoulders in an ignominious Matchbook so Jacobs tummied into those upturned haunches and grabbed hold of Aussie ankles to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Slade powered loose from the gaudy cover with a little wiggle room, though the monstrous bolt of pain that accompanied her escape convinced her to seek sojourn under the bottom ropes. Jenny didn’t bother to stop her, in fact she raced alongside the wounded warrior and dove into a Baseball Slide that brought her to the floor a step ahead of Slade. “What, you think you’re safe out here?” Jacobs snagged her foe at trunks and tresses, hauled Mallory out onto the floor and spun her through a half circle just to THWHUMP her gut-first into the apron. The collision did nothing for what little air remained in her lungs, yet Mal spun around and CRAAACKED a hard Knife-Edge Chop across the blonde’s décolletage!
“Buuuuhhh… back your arse up, girl.” Mal huffed over Jenny’s surprised yelp. “Or I’ll slap that nasty gob of yours into the front UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Jacobs lowered a shoulder and plowed into Slade’s gut hard enough to drive her spine against the pitiless apron. “Slap me all you want, honey.” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds taunted as forced her knock-kneed adversary to stand straight. “That shyt’s not nearly enough to keep me from breaking your back.” Slade tried to reply, but Jenny hooked her for a Body Slam and hoisted her up so she was stretched out atop the apron. Some of the more optimistic FAWNatics thought the former World Champ would simply roll the brunette back into the ring, alas it was the cynics who were rewarded when Jacobs rose onto tiptoe and THWHUNKED Slade’s spine against the barely blunted edge! Mal wailed and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, a tactic that might’ve earned her a break if she’d managed to pull herself back into the squared circle. But she did not and it was only a matter of moments before Jacobs bundled her up for another unpleasant encounter with the edge.
APRON BACKBREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLbp1pzejgQ
“All right Jenny, that’s enough of that.” Craig noted after the second improvised Backbreaker. “Let’s get her back in the ring, shall we?”
Jenny put her hands on her hips and looked from the ref, to Mal and back again. “I guess technically she’s ON the ring. Ok, I got this.”
Instead of a simple shove she went back to that familiar grip on Slade’s ponytail and bolstered it with a huge handful of togs. Pulling on both with far more force than necessary, Jenny dragged her squirming opposition down to the far corner, where she braced Mallory’s aching spine against the steel post. “Go ahead, grab the ropes. Scream for a break.” Jacobs teased once she’d taken possession of the Australian stunner’s chin and left ankle.
Mal did indeed grab hold of the bottom strand, though when she spoke her voice was little more than a whisper. “Let go of me, girl. Right goddamned noeeeerrrrrrrrhhhhh….”
Jenny stepped back, brought her left leg up and braced that foot against the steel to apply even more pressure when she CRAAAAAAAAANKED on the hellacious Bow & Arrow! “Still think you’re on my level, baby? Think you can hang with the best on the freakin’ planet? Go on! Tell me how good you THINK you are!”
But Mallory said nothing, the Tigress of Tallong electing grim silence even as she held the rope in a white-knuckle death grip. Eventually strain and Long’s count forced Jacobs to release her hold, not that freedom brought Slade any immediate relief. In fact her situation grew all the more painful as she rolled / dragged herself away from the corner to the relative safety of center ring. Simultaneously amused and disgusted by the sight, Jenny busted out a double jump that took her from the floor to the apron to the top turnbuckle in the blink of an eye.
“Pathetic!” the Innovator barked at anyone who would listen. “First she couldn’t wait to get out of the ring, now she’s throwing herself back in as fast as she can!”
The capacity crowd voiced their disapproval with this rather controversial viewpoint so Jacobs dismissed them with stereo middle fingers before returning her attention to the vulnerable Tigress. With Mal stretched before her like a very peculiar rug, the NorCal Sensation leapt into the lights and scrunched herself into the mid-air toe touch that was the hallmark of any good Frog Splash. Of course Jenny didn’t bother with anything that was merely ‘good’ thusly she unfolded into a gorgeous Elbow Drop that would’ve been all the more impressive if Mallory hadn’t rolled out of the way at the absolute last second! Creative genius though she was, Jenny Jacobs still obeyed certain tenets of gravity and momentum, meaning she had little recourse but to THA-WHAM into the recently vacated patch of canvas!
Arm held tight to her chest even as she bounced over after the initial impact, the girl of several million holds and one critical ache ended up on her back near the center of the ring with both arms cradled protectively across her chest while one foot beat an erratic ‘goddamn that HURTS!’ tattoo on the mat.
A short distance from the blonde crater, Mallory made it to one knee in silence before forcing herself to full verticality with a suppressed groan. The sudden movement did nothing for the pain in her lower back, but a hand braced against it soothed some of the pain and the sight of Jenny deep in her own misery took care of the rest. Looking around to gauge her opponent’s position, Slade nodded to herself, then backed her way to the strands on the far side of the ring. “I may not be on your level just yet, Jacobs.” she huffed softly. “But I climb fast… and you’re in no shape to defend your turf.”
Jenny made no response, so the Aussie stunner broke into a run and leapt onto the second rope with all the predatory grace her nickname implied. Dipped into a crouch for just a moment, Slade launched herself backward in a high, gorgeous flip that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHUMPING down atop Jacobs’s chest AND her wounded left arm! Pasted to the deck by the power of Slade’s Tigressault, Jenny only groaned when Mal hooked the far leg and stacked her up for…
TIGRESSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OScYCZi-KA
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Double J kicked out with half a second to spare, much to the irritation of the FAWNatics. Slade wasn’t irritated or even disappointed, in fact she looked rather pleased after she’d wiped some sweat off her brow and plunged both hands into Jenny’s hair. Too concerned with her arm to offer much in the way of resistance, Jacobs was scraped off the mat and muscled up across Mallory’s shoulders all in very short order. With Jenny hooked at neck and thigh, Slade stomped to the middle of the ring and turned in a slow circle. Then she turned another, slightly faster circle. And then another. And another. And another, until she was practically whirling in place while the capacity crowd roared their approval for the classic Airplane Spin.
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAiPQiGeWfQ
The Innovator did some roaring too, though hers was in response to the nausea slowly roiling in the pit of her stomach. This condition did not get any better when the tawny brunette came to a dead stop and abruptly pitched Jacobs off her perch! Mal dropped alongside her foe, namely to one knee, which she buried in the pit of Jenny’s exposed tummy!
FIREMAN'S CARRY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=toBX3n8xLqc
She thought the gut-churning impact would’ve bounced Jacobs onto her back for another pin, but the tenacious veteran somehow kept her footing, even though she was doubled over and looking even more nauseated than prior. Quick to take advantage of the precarious position, Slade grabbed hold of her blonde’s left wrist and yanked it out full length. Jenny yelped and instinctively reached for her elbow which meant she wasn’t thinking about defense when Mallory hopped into the air and threaded her legs around the former World Champ’s arm. Ankles locked tight against the curve of Jacobs’s shoulder, Slade came down with Jenny in tow, the former landing stretched out on her back while the latter was sprawled awkwardly on her belly.
INVERTED CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEXY5rDa2AI
“AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” JJ shrieked as Mallory reefed back full force on the Inverted Cross Armbreaker. Left arm thoroughly trapped, she braced her right against the mat and pushed up only to be forced back down by a pulse from those steely stems. Oh so pleased by the blonde’s pained wriggling, Mal let the hold do its work for a good ten seconds before she said, “Want your pretty little hand back, Jen? Just tap that mat as quick as you can!”
“F*ck you!” Jacobs barked at once. “You’re not gonna make me EERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mallory pushed forward and down, using the weight of her encroaching stems to force Jenny’s face against the canvas even as she exacerbated the strain of the Armbreaker. “Ask her.” the Tigress said to Craig. “Better yet, make her understand the sort of trouble she’s in.”
Long took a look at the strain on Jenny’s shoulder and decided this was a prudent course of action. “You doing ok, Jenny?” he questioned from minimum safe distance. “If you’re not just say the word and I’ll get you out of--”
“Bytch isn’t going to tap me out, Craig.” the NorCal Sensation grunted. “She’s not strong enough to NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Angered by such blatant dismissal when the blonde was practically at her mercy, Slade drew her left leg up just enough to drive several scuffing stomps into the side of Jacobs’s head. “What was that, Jenny? I was a little distracted stomping on your head.”
Jenny didn’t bother with a reply, instead she drove her right elbow into the mat and forced herself up just high enough to get her right knee in place too. This didn’t alleviate the torque on her arm in the slightest, but it did give her a good view of the ropes and they were quite a bit closer than the blonde dared dream. Focusing on this rather than the ever increasing strain in her elbow and shoulder, Jacobs thumped her way across the canvas desert with a ravenous Tigress chewing on her arm every inch of the way.
Mallory made no active effort to stop Jenny’s progress, though she did slam one heel against the mat perhaps half a dozen times which was more than enough to raise a loud ‘TAP!’ chant from those assembled in the arena. Jacobs did not, but the pain on her face was obvious to all as she reached the last eighteen inches of the arduous journey. Aware that she’d have to change her tactics or cede the mount, Slade raised her left leg high and brought it down on the back of Jenny’s skull once, twice, three times!
The Innovator crumpled into a facedown heap, her right arm forgetting all about freedom in an effort to protect her head from more abuse. In a way it worked, as Mal did not repeat the bludgeoning tactic again. Unfortunately it was only because the Australian battler transitioned from her spot at Jenny’s nine o’clock to a snug seat atop the blonde’s lower back. Quick to corral Jacobs’s wrists, Mallory pulled them up and back before drawing them together so she could hook her legs around the captured limbs. Sitting cross-legged on Jenny’s back with the former champ’s arms bound in the coil of her legs, Mallory planted her hands on the canvas and pushed forward to once again craaaaaaaaank Jenny’s shoulders.
“Don’t even bother reaching for the ropes.” Slade chided in regards to the blonde’s flailing hands. “You want out? Then inch along on your belly like the snake you are.”
“Oh bytch, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Jenny growled, her reply muffled by the proximity of the mat. “Because you’re going to hate life when I get hold of your OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Mal caught the American’s fingers in stereo Knucklelocks and bent Jenny’s hands backward like she meant to win a particularly brutal Test of Strength. “Looks like you’ve got a hold of me now, girl.” she taunted. “What are you going to do with it?”
Fact is, Jenny couldn’t do much, at least not with her hands. So she dismissed what she couldn’t control and focused on what she could, in this case her legs. Shifting ever so slightly to the left, Jacobs planted that knee, then stretched out her right leg and brought her right knee down a short distance away. Then she leaned right and drew her legs together. The shift wasn’t much, only a few degrees, yet when Jenny repeated the tactic it brought her a little bit closer to the ropes.
Mal understood the play after another go-through and she relinquished the Knuckelocks to pound awkward punches into her target’s flanks. They didn’t make Jacobs’s trek any less arduous, but they didn’t slow her down either and after another ten seconds or so she hooked her right ankle over the bottom rope.
“Get off me, punk.” Jenny said as calmly as she could muster given the circumstances.
Mal took a deep breath, then flattened one hand into a paddle and swatted the blonde’s backside just because she could. After that she unhooked her legs and spun off the mount, thus allowing Jenny to drag herself under the bottom rope. Rather than pursue, Slade took several steps back and shook her legs out, as the exertions of the last several minutes had left her with an unpleasant case of pins and needles. Of course she wasn’t nearly as bad off as the Innovator, who was massaging her shoulders like she was afraid they might come off in her hands.
Situated between his charges, Craig raised a hand to Mallory so she’d keep her distance while he tended to Jacobs. The Tigress answered with a nod, so Long moved closer to the ropes and went down on one knee. “You good to continue, Jenny?”
Jenny nodded at once, the response containing none of her usual attitude. “I’m good to go. Just give me a sec.”
“I’ll do you four better.” But Mal will have free reign if you’re not on your feet by then.” No answer to that, so Long stepped back and rattled off, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds clambered to one knee, grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to haul herself back to-- Mallory charged, hopped up and flicked her right foot at Jenny’s chin in a knock-out Yakuza KiNO!
Jenny stepped aside at the last instant, leaving the Aussie’s shapely stem to fly through the empty void. Slade had the presence of mind to grab hold of the rubber-coated steel and thus avoid tumbling all the way to the floor, however her position was quite precarious, as Jacobs illustrated when she absolutely CLOUTED the Tigress across the jaw with a Forearm Smash! Mallory’s head snapped back but the awkward position kept her creating any separation and her circumstances only got worse when Jenny took hold of her ankle. Hunching forward as best she could, Slade swatted scratched the blonde’s shoulders, but she couldn’t stop Jacobs from wedging her right ankle in behind the middle rope.
Backing off when the work was done, Jenny flipped hair out of her eyes and offered Mal an insolent grin. “Not quite a knot in your tail, but it’ll do for now.”
Slade shook her head in disgust as she continued tugging and worrying at the springy trap. “You better hope it does, girl. Because when I get out of here I’m going to--”
THWHACK!
Jenny pivoted to one side, hopped forward and delivered a pinpoint Super Kick to the side of her opponent’s exposed knee! Mallory howled in pain and collapsed forward, which finally pulled her ankle free from the middle rope. Unfortunately her knee was still hung up over the top, so Jenny grabbed hold of her ankle and dropped to the floor!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH DAAAAAMMMIT!”
Slade bounced away from the traitorous ropes with that wounded right knee drawn tight to her chest. She was still trying to gauge the extent of the damage when Jenny took hold of her ankle and straightened out her leg with half a dozen violent yanks. Stuffing the Aussie’s shin under her left arm, Jenny dipped her knees in a deep crouch and slooooooowly turned Slade onto her belly. She stepped over and sat down in the same motion, settling comfortably into the hollow of Mallory’s back for an agonizing Single Leg Crab.
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGFCIWjMwZY
“GIVE UP!” Jacobs bellowed in the midst of trying to touch Mal’s toes to the back of her skull. “NOW! OR YOU WON’T WALK OUT OF HERE!”
Slade beat her fists against the mat, then pushed up on her knuckles and managed to drag herself a little closer to the ropes. “Piss off, Jacobs.” she grunted. “I’ll never tap to AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny got to her feet and leaaaaaaaaaaned back, putting that much more strain on the brunette’s knee and spine. “Yeah, you will, bytch. Fight it all you want, but everyone taps eventu--”
Mallory screamed again, this time in determination rather than pain. Pushing herself as high as she could go, the trapped Tigress clawing and dragging her way across the mat until she hooked a desperate arm around the bottom rope. “BREAK IT!” she shouted at once. “BREAK THE HOLD, DAMMOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Jenny dropped down low and cranked the hold as hard as could for the full duration of Long’s ‘FOUR!’ count. The Innovator finally tossed the limb aside on threat of disqualification, then snorted in disgust when Mal rolled under the bottom rope.
“Back it off, Jenny.” Craig swatted her shoulder at once. “I gave you the time, Mallory’s earned the same.”
Jacobs didn’t seem to agree with that argument, but she took a few steps back and raised her hands so the ref wouldn’t waste any more time. Satisfied, the man hurried to the ropes and leaned through to check on the Tigress. “How’s the knee, Mallory? Can you continue?”
Slade nodded, then muttered, “Just give me the count, Craig. That’s all I need.” So the zebra cleared off and did as Mallory bade. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FI--”
Mal’s return to verticality was greeted with applause from the FAWNatics and headlong charge from Jacobs, the icy-eyed blonde coming in hot with a Forearm Smash aimed at her foe’s-- THWHACK! Still leaned against the ropes, Mallory sprang off the apron and twisted her whole body sideways, all the better to crack her left shin across Jacobs’s forehead. Jenny stumbled back with stars in her eyes, but Slade didn’t pursue. Rather she limped her way to the nearest corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle as quick as her injured leg would allow.
Settled into an expectant crouch, she honed in on Jenny and just waited until the Innovator turned her way….there! The Tigress sprang into the aether, her long lean frame twisting sideways in mid-air for a gorgeous Diving Crossbody that SMECKED full force across Jacobs’s chest! Jenny hit the deck HARD, perhaps a little harder than Mal intended because the impact bounced both ladies up and tumbled them over with the NorCal Sensation landing on top! Transforming the predicament into an Inside Cradle more out of instinct than conscious effort, Jenny caught Mal’s noggin in a Front Facelock and laced a leg around the brunette’s vulnerable right stem in hopes of keeping her grounded for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny let loose and rolled away, somehow managing to end up stretched out on her side while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny pumped a fist (more for herself than anyone else) flopped onto her stomach and made it back boot-leather without putting too much strain on her devastated arms. Craig came over to raise her hand and Jacobs allowed him to do so, albeit only after a hissed, “Easy.” The sigil was greeted mostly with boos, though the blonde didn’t miss a small thread of defiant cheers.
Those cheers got a lot louder a few seconds later when Mallory Slade hobbled to her feet.
“Knee’s looking pretty banged up, honey. Maybe you should spend the night in the infirmary.” Jenny suggested with a taunting smile.
“Your shoulder looks worse, girl.” Mal grunted. “Maybe you should spend the night in an ice bath.”
Jenny took a step forward. Mallory did the same.
“Maybe you should get the hell out of the ring before I decide to put you down for good.”
“You’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than you did tonight.”
“If I did any more you’d have left here on a stretcher.”
“Then that’s what you’re gonna have to do.”
“Careful about saying that out loud, baby. Otherwise it might come true.”
“I’m not scared of you, Jacobs. Not even a little bit.”
“A fearless loser is still a loser. Get out of my ring, Slade. And don’t say my name again unless you’re ready to play for real stakes.”
Mallory drew in a deep breath and let it out slow. She might’ve taken a swing if Craig hadn’t been so close. Instead she nodded once and said, “Stakes are high for you too, girl. Because next time you’re going to be asleep when the bell sounds.”
“Scoreboard, bytch.”
Slade snarled, turned away and slid through the ropes en route to a slow trudge up the aisle. Jenny didn’t celebrate, all her attention was focused on the retreating brunette. “Keep your distance, Mallory Slade.” she murmured. “Because if you don’t I’ll show the world there’s approximately six million ways to skin a cat.”
