Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 0:57:13 GMT
As eager for action as the rest of the crowd, the Announcer stepped into the spotlight and greeted the audience moments after the last of the opening video faded away. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SPRING BREAK! Our first contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Canberra Australia, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-six pounds. she is the face of Australian Wrestling, the Thunder from Down Under… VICTORY HALE!”
VICTORY HALE:
This proclamation was greeted by a thunderous boom of white pyrotechnics that left blinking afterimages on the retinas of any poor dope too slow to look away in time. The thunder quickly gave way to Ozzy Osbourne’s ’Let It Die’ and shortly thereafter Victory herself stepped into view. For tonight’s lesson against a most intriguing adversary, the hardbody veteran wore a blood red sports bra and matching lycra short shorts while her boots and kneepads were the same arterial red, the latter emblazoned with a silver lightning bolt. A slim gold necklace, anchored by the same bolt insignia, rested at the hollow of her throat to complete the ensemble. More than ready reclaim her rightful place on FAWN PPV, Victory started down the aisle at a brisk pace.
Paying no heed to the grasping clutches of the mob, Hale burst into a run, dove under the bottom rope and slid all the way to center ring before pushing to one knee. Arms raised over her head in (what else?) a V, Victory treated the fans to a nasty smile as a font of white pyro exploded from each ring post and lasted for the better part of five seconds. When the sparks and music had grown quiet, Victory pushed to her feet and backed into the nearest corner to scout the fed’s newest arrival.
“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. Tonight marks her debut in the FAWN Arena, please join me in welcoming the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
ONE FOR THE MONEY:
MALLORY SLADE:
Surprise, then raucous roars from the locals as Escape the Fate’s ‘One For The Money’ hit the big speakers for the first time. 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. Taking a deep breath to better settle her triphammering nerves, Mal closed her eyes and roared, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?!”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they bellowed a thousand times over.
Galvanized in a way she hadn’t felt since her first and only match with Veronica Treymane, the Aussie import blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest she simply shake herself apart right there on the ramp. For her first expedition into the vast hunting ground that was FAWN’s main roster, 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 brought in several more new fans. Offering fans old and new a final pumped fist, Slade backed into the far corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for inspection. She treated him to a heartfelt thanks but never once let her eyes leave the blonde waiting in the opposite turnbuckles.
Waging a fierce internal battle with what seemed a whole swarm of butterflies, Mallory Slade grabbed the top rope in both hands, planted her feet and leeaaaaaaaaaaaned forward in an attempt to settle her nerves. It wasn’t so much the venue, though the FAWN Arena was easily three times the size of the second largest place she’d ever wrestled, it wasn’t even the pressure of her debut. No, the Tigress was all aflutter because she was about to lock horns with a woman she’d studied and indeed idolized from the moment she decided to pursue professional wrestling. Speaking of whom, Victory leaned casually against the opposite corner, her elbows braced on the top ropes, one foot set against the middle buckle. Her pretty features could’ve been cast in stone for all the emotion she showed in those few seconds before the bell ‘CLANGED’ into the rafters.
Slade was out like a shot, the enthusiastic newcomer clapping to rally crowd support and burn off a little nervous energy. The response was remarkably loud for a woman pulling her first night on the job, a fact that did not escape Hale’s notice. Perhaps more galvanized by the handmade thunder than she let on, Victory smacked first one shoulder and then the other as she strode across the canvas to meet a fellow Aussie in glorious battle. With the butterflies supplanted by a strong sense of unreality, Mal raised her hands for a Collar & Elbow, only to step back and extend one to the veteran blonde.
“I’m sorry, but I have to shake your hand. Wrestling here, in front of a crowd this size, that’s special enough. To share the ring with you, though. That’s a real honor.”
Victory looked at Slade’s hand, smiled and shook her head ‘no’. “That’s not how wrestlers shake hands, girl.” she explained. “You’re reachin’ too low.” Hale lifted her right hand overhead, thus inviting the rookie to a Test of Strength. The Tigress grinned either at the privilege or the challenge, possibly both. Whatever the reason, she pressed her left hand against Victory’s waiting palm and let their fingers lock. Hale noted the strength in her opponent’s grip and nodded once, seemingly satisfied. She locked eyes with Mallory. “Ready to do this, Tigress?”
“Yeah. I AMMMNNNNGGGHHHHHH!” Slade got her first real taste of FAWN when Hale used the Knuckle-Lock to reel her into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED deep into the slim brunette’s belly! Caught utterly flat-footed by the duplicitous shot, Mallory gaped and hunched forward, leaving her a perfect target for the pie-face that twisted her head to the side with the force of a Haymaker. Still in firm control of her opponent’s hand, Victory swung her grip down in a full half circle and pressed forward on Slade’s wrist, forcing the other Aussie up on her toes to alleviate the worst of the hurt.
“See, I don’t think you’re even close to ready, kitty.” the hardbody blonde snarled. “Not only that, I think it’s bloody insulting that I’ve gotta waste my time breaking in wet behind the ears little punks like NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The former Jungle standout straightened up, reared back with her good hand and clouted Hale a good one square across the tits. In the next instant she hoisted the half Test over their heads again and bent Victory’s wrist back at a sharp angle. “Justine warned me you’d turned into a hateful bytch.” Mal muttered. “But I didn’t want to believe her. Guess that’ll teach OOOOFFFHHH!”
Hale balled her free hand into a fist and slammed it against the washboard of her foe’s midsection. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told that soft little wannabe.” Victory squeezed Mallory’s fingers and pushed back, once again taking control of the Test. “There’s only one Queen of Australian Wrestling because there’s only one Victory NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
An angry Slade jabbed a Headbutt into the tall blonde’s cheek, then straightened up and stepped so close their noses brushed. “I never claimed to be a Queen, I’m just a Tigress. But if you don’t shut your gob and start wrestling right now, I’ll whip your sneaky, cheating ass all over this ring!” She followed up with a pie-face of her own and raised that hand overhead.
Not about to take that sort of static from a watered down, piss-poor version of Justine freakin’ Freeborne, Victory flipped the hair off her face, offered Slade a hateful smirk and completed the Test of Strength. Blonde and brunette were almost identical, with Hale claiming only one inch and two pounds worth of advantage. Their similarities made for an incredibly even match, as there was only the faintest tremble of a thigh or shiver of a shoulder to indicate the power they exerted upon one another. Thirty seconds in and the only change in either combatant was the sweat beading at their hairline.
Angered by such resistance from this… girl, Hale rocked back on her heels and surged forward, ‘smecking’ Slade with a miniature Splash. “Give it a go yourself, if you’d like.” she chided once Mallory settled herself. “Not sure I’ll feel it while you’re working those A-cups, but you’re welcome to UNGH!”
Slade was no one’s idea of a Tank-Top Terror, but her abs took no prisoners, as Elise Winterrest already knew and Victory Hale learned when the brunette rammed her in a straight-up tummy to tummy collision that CRAAACKED like a Bloodwind Chop. “You’re really gonna call yourself a queen with abs that soft?” Mal taunted. “How about I Splash you breathless, that might toughen you HURRRGHH!”
Victory slammed a Kneelift into her opponent’s belly, shifted a foot behind Slade’s right heel and slooooooooooowly bent her backward in a gorgeous bridge. Hell, gorgeous might’ve been underselling it, the Tigress’s bridge rivaled that of the best bendies of the last decade, Slade didn’t even twitch when the crown of her head touched the canvas. “Looks like you spend all your time in the gym, sweetheart.” Hale grumbled when it was clear Mal wasn’t going to collapse without some prodding. “But can that little cheese grater of yours withstand any real punishment?”
Mallory smiled in spite of the awkward positioning. “Well, talking at it isn’t going to do a damned thing, Vickie.”
Scowling, Victory launched herself into a beautiful handstand, tucked her knees and came THWHUMPING down atop the brunette’s midriff. Slade bowed a little, pushed herself back up before Hale finished bracing her shins against opposing thighs. “Are you sure you’re Victory Hale?” Mal asked after a quiet moment. “Sure feels like a lightweight to me.”
“Remember that when you’re clutching your guts, bytch.” the former Crusader and current hardcase hopped off her perch only to descend in a second Double Knee Drop. She connected with all her weight, there was simply no way to fake the THWHUMP of bone on meat, and yet Slade’s bridge didn’t so much as twitch that time. “That all you got, Hale?” no teasing in Mallory’s tone now, she sounded genuinely angry. “You practically spit in my face, then come at me with those weak-ass knees? Guess I should have challenged Justine inst--”
Hale shot skyward for a third attempt, unfortunately the Tigress had other plans. Popping her hips when the blonde was nearing the apex of her arc, Mal raised her legs and stretched ‘em into a wide ‘V’. With gravity already working against her, Hale could only curse as she swung down into the waiting trap of her opponent’s Bodyscissors. “NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHH--”
Victory landed hard on her knees, not that she really noticed the jolt with the younger Aussie trying to squeeze her ribcage up into her throat. To make matters worse, Hale’s hands were still trapped in the Test of Strength, meaning she could only shake her head ‘no’ when Al asked if she wanted to submit. “Smart move.” Slade noted as she struggled to keep the blonde’s hands under control. “Shouldn’t waste your breath when you can barely breathe. Of course if you hadn’t treated me like a bytch you wouldn’t be in this position al--”
Victory scooted forward until her midsection was molded to the back of her attacker’s thighs. The shift didn’t free her hands, it did however allow Hale to ‘thump’ the brunette’s wrists flat above her head. With Mal pinned quite neatly, Carpenter dove in and slapped the mat…
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TWO…
“NNNNGGGGGGHHH!” Mallory crossed her ankles and squeezed, the jolt sending Hale back so quickly she hoisted the newcomer to a seat without realizing it. “Have to do better than that, Vic.” with the slightest trace of pride in her voice. “I may be new to the building, but this sure as hell isn’t my first…”
Victory leaned forward, pursed her lips and spat on her opponent’s cheek. “Don’t give a single bloody f*ck if it’s your first match or not. I’ll make sure it’s your last if you don’t start showin’ me the proper respecOOOHHHH!”
Slade constricted her thighs again, a short, savage pulse that made Hale grind her teeth to stifle the scream. “You’re gonna talk to me about respect after that shyt?” the Tigress snapped. “You lost that right the instant you WHOOAAAHHH!”
Victory slogged onto her knees again, but rather than try for a pin, she got one foot under her and slooooooooooowly clambered to verticality with the brunette still latched around her waist. Aware that she was much more vulnerable when her rival was ambulatory, Mal caught her breath and punished that sweat-damp midsection with a third nauseating squeeze. For a moment she was sure Hale would crumple, instead the veteran let out a breathless war cry, straightened up a little more and broke into a lumbering run. Too tenacious to abandon her grip even when she was running out of room, Slade treated Hale to another three seconds of hell before she BWUUUNGED hard against the top buckle!
The Knuckle-Locks popped open but Mallory’s Scissors did not, at least not until Victory put both hands on her tummy and very deliberately jammed her thumbs into the younger woman’s undercarriage! “ERGH, YOU CHEAP--”
CRAAAACK!
Hale reared back and lit into her foe’s modest décolletage with a Knife-Edge Chop that made the whole lower bowl wince. Breathing easier now that that damned vise wasn’t crushing her hips, Victory cupped the brunette’s chin with her left hand and pushed back, making sure Slade was nice and defenseless when she CRAAAACKED her tits with an Overhand Slap. “How do you like FAWN so far, girlie?” Victory hit a second Slap, then curled her fingers and raaaaaaaaaaaaked Mal’s chest from left to right and back again. “Is it everything you dreamed it would be? Or did you actually dare to think you’d win against the best the world has to offer?”
Slade grimaced, got an arm off the ropes, tried to push at Hale’s face and got her fingers bitten for the effort. Jerking away at once, she flattened that hand into a paddle and SMACKED the blonde’s bicep. “Errrggg….dream’s pretty spot on, Vic.” she groaned. “Only difference was there, you weren’t a deceitful cunOOOOOOWWWWWW REF! HAIR! HAAAAIRRRR!”
Al didn’t blame Mal for shouting about the infraction, but it was hardly necessary considering Victory had both hands in the rookie’s ponytail and pulled her head back so far she was looking into the upper deck behind the corner. “Leggo of the hair right now, Victory! C’mon, let’s keep this clean!”
Hale looked him straight in the eye without making a single effort to end the hair pull. “Oh, is it clean you want, Carpenter? Guess I need to spit shine this slice of bikini meat, don’t I?
“Bytch! Don’t you even OOOHHH, YOU’RE DISGUSTMMMRRRRRPPHH!”
The red-clad battler spat in Mal’s face again, then put one hand against those struggling features and mashed it back n’ forth until the official hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Fine, go check on the little priss.” Victory snapped after she’d cleared off to an acceptable distance. “Actually, hold on a sec.” she reached out and wiped her spit-slimed palm off against the poor dope’s striped shirt. “There. You can go now.”
Al almost said something, thought better of it. Turning his attention back to Mal, he closed in and tapped her shoulder. “You ok, Mal? Need a minute?”
Slade wiped her face on one bicep, then smoothed out her distended ponytail. “I’ll be fine, Al. Just do me a favor and count slow when this one starts MOVE!”
The zebra peaced out just in the nick of time, leaving Slade alone to deal with the incoming blonde hardbody. And deal with it she did, Slade raised her knees and shot both boots into Hale’s chest! Victory ‘oooffffhed’ and stumbled away, one arm slung across her top with the other extended outward to ward off any encroachment from the brunette. She didn’t have to worry about that right off, as Mallory hopped onto the middle turnbuckle to stage her next attack. Her Missile Dropkick was locked and loaded, but ran into trouble on the launch-pad when Hale rushed in and slammed a straight right hand into her belly. Slade gaped and doubled over, practically offering her head on a platter.
But Victory had a different target in mind and wasted no time in snatching Mallory’s left ankle in both hands. The Tigress wasn’t even aware of the trap until Hale stepped back and gave the captured limb a tremendous yank! Torn from her moorings, Slade’s legs flew forward while the rest of her flew backward, the base of her skull BWUNGING against the top turnbuckle. T’was an ugly, ugly impact, yet somehow Mallory landed on her feet, then managed to keep them, although what followed was little more than a drunken stagger. Victory didn’t try to stop her, she just dropped into a slight crouch and waited until the ingénue was within THWHACK!
DRONGO DROPPER:
Hale planted on her left leg and flicked out the right to blast Slade across the side of the head with her Drongo Dropper. Mal’s hands fell, her knees unhinged and she sprawled to her back in a woozy starfish. Victory treated the crowd to a mocking little bow, dropped to her knees and stretched out across her foe’s chest. Far leg hooked, she pulled Slade’s knee up under her chin and dipped her head in time with the…
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TWO…
Mallory lifted a shoulder with a full second to spare, much to the blonde’s disdain. “Plenty of fight left in ya, huh? I’m going to enjoy crushing it under my heel.”
“Yuuuhhh… you haven’t crushed anything in a long time, sweetheaEERRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
The Aussie veteran yanked her foe to a seat, slammed a knee between her shoulders and hooked two fingers on each hand into the brunette’s mouth! “Oh, don’t bother asking if it’s over, Al!” Hale teased while working the face-mangling Chinlock. “I know she doesn’t want to submit, she’s just thanking me for widening her smile? Isn’t that right, Mallory?!” Slade most definitely wasn’t thanking anyone, at the moment she was gripping Hale’s wrists until her fingers showed white at the knuckles.
“Fingers out of her mouth, Vic. Don’t make me ask you twice!” Al snapped after several seconds of mouth-mauling torture.
“What’s the matter, Al? Worried I’m going to rip out kitty’s pretty little tonGEERRROOOOW BYTCH!”
Mal managed to chomp down on her opponent’s intruding digits. It ended the Chinlock quickly enough, unfortunately she was still spitting out the taste of talons when Victory hopped up behind her, reared back and THWHACKED a spiteful Soccer Kick between against her spine! “No, you don’t get to fall over now!” Victory snarled as Mal tried to do just that. “Right now you get to stand up and help me show these people why I am the only Aussie they need in their lives.”
Fist curled around the Tigress’s ponytail, Victory hauled Slade to her feet, dipped a shoulder and slipped an arm between the younger woman’s thighs and muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. “I hope all you tossers are paying attention.” Victory taunted as she turned in a slow circle. “Because after I’m back on top you’ll be able to say you were there for the resurgence of Victory Hale!” With that she tossed Mallory’s legs off and back, swinging the brunette out behind her like a pennant. No pleasant fluttering here, alas, Victory kept her foe’s noggin under control with a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM the Tigress flat on her face, chest and belly courtesy of the Hale Storm. Slade flopped over onto her back and Hale was right there to cover her, the grinning blonde rolling into a back press and hooking the far leg while everyone counted…
HALE STORM:
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mal earned herself several sections worth of new fans when she jerked a shoulder off the mat with Al’s hand mere inches away from ‘THREE!’ Victory sat up, propped her forearms on her knees and glared daggers at the ref. “Let me guess, I finished her too fast? Brass wants the little shyt to suffer a little more?”
“No Vic, she just kicked out.”
“Sure she did.” Hale muttered. “I hope you’re kind enough to ignore her submission too.”
There wasn’t anything for Al to say to that, not that Victory was listening anyway. She’d already regained her feet and helped herself to one of Mal’s, the left to be precise. With the rookie’s limb pulled away from her body, Hale stepped around it Figure-Four style, then dropped to her butt so she was seated beside her opponent’s folded leg. In the same instant she grabbed Slade’s right leg and positioned it so that the pit of that knee was hooked over Mallory’s left ankle. Sliding her own right ankle in against the newcomer’s right boot so that she couldn’t undo the knot without a great deal of strain, Victory planted her left foot against the side of Slade’s right knee and puuuussssssshed even as she braced her hands against the mat to hoist her butt off the canvas.
DEATHLOCK:
“AAAAAAAHHHHH GAAAAAAAAHHHHD!” Mal sat bolt upright, one hand worrying at the tangled limbs, the other pressed to her mouth with the hopes of stifling any more anguish.
“Go on and tell him you’re done, kitten,” Hale demanded after perhaps ten seconds. “Slap the mat, whine, plead, beg, whatever you want, just tell them you’re slinking back to the Jungle with your tail between your NGH!”
Mal leaned forward, reached over and shut Hale up with a rough pie-face. “You’re the one that needs to shut it, Vickie.” she grunted. “Because I’m not going anyOOFFFHH!”
Hale shifted her left foot away and slid over so the brunette’s legs were still trapped, but now the veteran was effectively straddling her. She could’ve pressed down on the sides of Slade’s knees to increase the torque of the Deathlock, instead she grabbed a handful of hair and THWHAPPED a trio of Forearm Smashes against the other Aussie’s face. “I’m sorry, did I give you the impression that you had a choice? Because you don’t. By the time you’re out of the hospital no one will even remember you were a part of FAWN.” She finished this grim prediction with a stiff Headbutt between the eyes. Mal reeled and crumpled to her back, the rookie seemingly unaware of her prone shoulders through…
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THRNOOOO!
Slade pushed onto her elbows, so Hale grabbed a double handful of ponytail, undid the rest of the Deathlock and got to her feet. “Did you enjoy your time with this idiot?” Victory asked the FAWNatics after she’d reeled the brunette into a standing Headscissors. “I hope so, because the next time you see her will be on ‘Where Are They NoWHOOOAAAHHH!”
Mallory snatched the blonde behind the knees, yanked her legs out from under and somersaulted over into a beautiful Jackknife pin that left Hale stacked up for…
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TWO…
Hale powered loose, popped to her feet and lashed out with a nasty Savate Kick pointed straight at her rival’s chin. Couldn’t fault her aim but Victory’s timing proved the slightest bit off, as the Tigress managed to catch her ankle at the last possible second. Balanced precariously on one foot, Hale swiped at Slade’s face a few times, but she remained infuriatingly out of reach. “Don’t think you’re safe, girlie. Even on one leg I’m more dangerous than THWHACK!
Slade tossed Victory’s leg down and brought her own up, the spring tanned battler driving the point of that knee square into opposing forehead. Victory staggered back on her heels, so Mal pounded a Toe Kick into her belly and stepped in close even before she finished doubling over. Slipping her hands under the other woman’s biceps, Mal locked her hands and hoisted Hale up n’ over, then dropped to her tush to plant her against the deck with a Sit-Out Double Underhook Suplex she called the Tasmanian Devil. Victory’s legs bounced up when she landed, so Slade reached out and hooked the nearest one in a Cradle good for…
TASMANIAN DEVIL:
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TWO…
Victory prized free, rolled over and sat up, both hands pressed to the small of her aching back. Mal saw this, noted her prey’s position relative to the ropes and sprang to her feet. Racing by the slumped star without so much as a word, Slade hit the ropes at a dead run, came back even faster and slapped on a Chinlock just before she flung herself into a gorgeous somersault that THWHUNKED Hale down on the back of her head. The low-flying Blockbuster rocked Hale hard and Mal slid into position for a cover only to pull back when the blonde rolled onto her side.
SEATED BLOCKBUSTER @ 00:07
“I’m not slinking back anywhere, Vic.” Slade muttered as she worked her hands into Victory’s damp hair. “And if proving it means laying a beating on you, well, that’s how you wanted it.”
She stood up and forced Hale to do the same, the Tigress keeping control over her opponent’s head as she pounded half a dozen quick Kneelifts into her tummy. From there she slipped an arm over Victory’s shoulder and another through her thighs, all the better to muscle her up across her chest. Turning to the hard camera, she patted Hale’s butt, then hupped her up for a Front Power Slam only to drop backward and bring both knees to chest level, so that Victory THWHUMED down hard on the younger woman’s shins! Retching and gaping in the wake of the Stomach Pump, Victory bounced to boot-leather and shambled toward the ropes in search of a time out or possibly a flat out escape. In the end she was denied both as Mallory caught up and slapped on a Full Nelson when she was still a few feet short of her goal.
“NOOOOO!” Hale barked as she was dragged back to the center of the ring. “LET GO OF MEEEEEEEUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Tigress dipped down and hoisted Victory off her feet, the blonde’s legs swinging high into the air! Just like that she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt, just THWHUMPING Hale’s tailbone with a helluva Keister Bounce. The real trouble started when Mallory leaned back, hooked her legs around the vet’s waist and squeeeeeeeezed until every muscle in those dangerous stems shredded into shadowy relief. Boomslang sunk in tight, Mallory rolled to one side and wrenched back on the Nelson even as she tried to crush the taller woman’s ribs.
“AAAAAHHHH LEGGO!” Victory wailed in a high, screamy plea. “ I GIVE! I GIVE, JUST LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Al called for the bell and Slade kicked the groaning grappler loose just as soon as it sounded. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the surprised applause of the capacity crowd, “your winner via submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
Mal grinned as Al raised her hand to the FAWN Arena for the first time. Once he stepped aside, she jogged over to the corner and hopped onto the second rope. “Look out FAWN, there’s a Tigress on the loose in your locker room!” her smile got wider as she noticed the nearest camera drawing in tighter. “And after that long journey from the Jungle, she’s very, VERY hungry. Watch your back!”