Post by alyadmirer on May 15, 2018 2:04:56 GMT
Spring Break was settled comfortably into its bacchanalian groove when the Announcer returned to the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress of Tallong… MALLORY SLADE!”
The capacity crowd roared hearty approval 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 answered at the top of their lungs
Propelled toward the ring by the force of their response, the Aussie stunner raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For this rematch with a former World Champion 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 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 turned her attention to senior official Nick Castle, offering the man her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles to make sure inspections were out of the way before her adversary arrived on scene.
Castle offered his stamp of approval mere heartbeats before the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Orlando regulars answered with full-throated disdain, their efforts strengthened by jeers from viewing parties and living rooms around the world. This tide of disgust reached the flood stage as soon as the woman in question stepped into view. Strong as it was, their hatred couldn’t prevent Invincible from storming the sound system, nor did it weaken the smirk stamped on Jenny’s face. Slowing to a stop when she reached center stage, Jenny raised the J’s to the rafters before transforming them into impudent middle fingers which she eventually tucked into invisible holsters at her hips before making her way down the aisle.
For this needless follow-up against a kitten, Jenny wore the dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Happy to run her mouth at every troll, slug and humanoid on the aisle, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Regaining her feet immediately thereafter, she scanned the ring without letting her gaze linger on Mallory for a fraction of a second. Instead she focused on the hard camera and said, “You thought what Sue did to Juliet was embarrassing? Hold my beer, losers.” With that she turned away and stomped to her corner, where she made poor Nick chase after her knees and elbows for the better part of thirty seconds.
Practically thrumming at the prospect of avenging her defeat at the hands of the Innovator, Mal Slade kept the top rope in a death-grip until the CLANG of the opening bell gave her leave to exit the corner at a near run. Jenny was quick out of her corner as well, but where the Aussie cut across the canvas on a razor-sharp diagonal, the blonde set out on a wide looping arc that kept her *just* out of Slade’s rea-- excited roars from the crowd as Mallory lunged for her prey only to come up short when Jacobs escaped with a deft little shoulder roll.
On her feet in a trice, Jenny spun around on one heel and continued to backpedal, thus forcing the Tigress to give chase. Slade showed no reluctance in that regard, indeed she closed the distance in three long strides and-- Jacobs slipped those talons again, this time with a feigned shoulder roll that transformed into a quick dive between Slade’s sinewy stems. Jenny popped up with a grin, rounded on the Aussie and CRAAACK!
Mallory caught her across the chest with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop that echoed through the rafters. Jaw clenched in the aftermath of the strike, Jacobs wheeled away from bronzed bendyback and-- another flat, snappy report reached the cheap seats as Slade CRAAACKED Jenny between the shoulders with a vicious Overhand Slap.
“Where you goin’ now girl?” Mal sniped as she took off in pursuit of the mincing blonde. “Got another sneaky little trick you wanna try before I--”
The NorCal Sensation threaded a leg over the bottom rope and grabbed hold of the top for good measure. “Ropes.” she said to Castle. “Tell kitty to heel.”
“Tell gutless to get off the ropes.” Slade snapped ahead of Nick’s request to take a step back.” “I came here to wrestle, not to chase her ass around the ring all night.”
“We already wrestled, remember honey?” Jenny countered, the cool condescension of her tone a direct contrast to the hot pink welts rising on her back and chest. “I stretched your overrated ass for twenty minutes, then pinned you clean in the middle of the ring.”
Mal lunged, cursed aloud when Nick stepped in and looped an arm around her waist. “Easy, Mallory. Don’t let her get under your skin.” the senior official coaxed.
Slade fetched a deep sigh, raised both hands to shoulder level and took two steps back. “Whatever you say, Nick. Just don’t let her hide in the ropes all--”
CRAAACK!
Jacobs came off the ropes with a Bytch Slap fired directly over Castle’s left shoulder! Cackling over the ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd and Slade’s snarled outrage, Jenny dipped through the strands to the floor where she raised the double J’s high overhead. “Can’t believe you actually had the guts to come back.” she said to the fuming brunette. “Tell me kitty, did you ask for this match because you wanted revenge? Or are you really so eager to leave those slutty little trunks in the middle of the--”
Mallory tore away from Nick’s grasp and flew between middle and bottom rope with a Dropkick that would’ve sent Jacobs into the barricade if the former World Champion hadn’t twisted aside with half a heartbeat to spare! No laughing now, Jenny simply took to her heels and raced around the narrow ringside aisle with Slade hot on her heels. Fast though she was, Jenny couldn’t open up a lead on the Australian, so after a full circuit she put on a burst of speed and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet so fast it was almost scary, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds settled for a staple when she cocked an elbow up beside one ear and brought every bit of her weight dropping down on the nape of Slade’s neck when the brunette slid in after NO!
The Tigress hit full reverse, vacating the canvas just in time to avoid Jenny’s nasty trap. Not only that, Jacobs THWHUMPED her elbow into the thinly-sheathed plywood and tumbled onto her back, the aching limb clutched tight to her chest. It was still buzzing unpleasantly when Slade reached under the bottom rope and snatched a double handful of hair! “HAIR!” Jenny barked even as the brunette dragged her head under the bottom rope. “GET THIS BYTCH OFF MY NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Slade used the hair-hold to roll Jacobs onto her stomach, then transitioned into a ref-approved Front Facelock and just UNLOADED on the blonde’s shoulders with a baker’s dozen of heavy overhand Forearm Smashes! Jenny’s position was such that she couldn’t do much more than squirm and pound frantic punches into the Tigress’s flank in hopes of brawling her way to freedom. Alas, Slade soaked up the blonde’s resistance with little more than a sneer and Jacobs was forced to endure the heavy shellacking until Mallory relinquished the Facelock to cup both ears.
“Look at me, Jenny.” Slade purred. “That’s good. Do I have your attention?”
She most certainly did, as evidenced by the hate-congested expression on her opponent’s face. “Oh kitten, you’re going to wish you’d never UUUGGGGGHHHHHH!”
The Aussie yanked Jenny’s head up high enough to touch her shoulders to the bottom rope, then jerked down, just THWHUMPING Jacobs’s chest against the hard edge of the apron. “You really need to be careful about threatening my trunks, girl.” Slade hissed into her opponent’s ear. “Unless you’re interested in feasting on your own.”
Jenny didn’t respond with anything more than a groan, Castle however provided something more cogent. “C’mon Mal, let’s get it back in the ring. Can’t win out there, can you?”
Mallory shook her head ‘no’. “I’m not looking to win just yet, Nick.” Slade released the Facelock and sidled away down the apron. “Right now I’m out to have some fun.” The official would’ve muttered some reproach if the Tigress hadn’t charged in and THWHUMPED her right knee into the Innovator’s forehead!
APRON HUNG RUNNING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUy6awPev4E
Jacobs’s head snapped up, then dropped down and she might’ve slid from the ring to the floor if Mal hadn’t braced her at shoulder and hip and shoved her back into the squared circle. Sliding in beside her rival a moment thereafter, Slade spun around on one knee, crooked her fingers into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the blonde’s nearly bare back! Jenny yelped and threw a blind, awkward punch into Mal’s tummy to virtually no reaction from the brunette.
“I’d have been perfectly happy to wrestle you without saying so much as a word, Jenny.” Mallory admitted in the midst of peeling the NorCal Sensation off the canvas. “But you had to run your mouth… you had to embarrass me… which means I have to embarrass you.”
Posted up behind the stunned blonde, Slade wedged her head under Jacobs’s left arm and wrapped her right arm around opposing waist while her other hand got braced against Jenny’s tush. From there she hoisted Double J onto the ball of her right shoulder, but rather than drop back she angled Jacobs forward so that the pits of her knees ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The rubber-coated steel provided more than enough momentum to bounce Jenny clear and THAT’S when Slade laid out, thus completing a huge Slingshot Backdrop Suplex that dropped Jacobs flat on her face, chest and belly!
SLINGSHOT BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoMt10FGU0
The FAWNatics called for a cover Mal didn’t bother as she damned well knew Jacobs wasn’t going out this early. Didn’t mean the disgraced Leader of the Jacobites got off easy though, nothing was further from the truth. Quick to shovel Jenny onto her back, Slade hauled her to a seat and snuggled in behind with her left leg hooked around the Californian’s waist. In the same instant she seized Jenny’s wrists in both hands and wrenched them behind her back while simultaneously threaded her right leg around Jacobs’s right arm so she could brace her shin against the nape of her foe’s neck. With the modified Lotus Lock cinched in tight, Mallory puuuuussssshed on Jenny’s neck and puuuuuullllled on her wrists to earn a low, pained growl from the veteran.
MODIFIED LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce7mkeaMlyc
Nick Castle had officiated every match in Jacobs’s World Championship run and he knew for a fact that the NorCal Sensation would pass out before she surrendered to any hold, yet Nick believed in due diligence and Slade was working the Lotus pretty hard. “What do you say, Jenny?” he asked after Mallory raked her encroaching boot across the back of the blonde’s neck. “Need me to call it?”
“F*ck outta here, Castle.” she grunted at once. “I know twelve different versions of the Lotus Lock, this one included. You really think she can hold me here for EEERRRRHHHHH!”
The Tigress shifted her right leg to the side of Jenny’s head and pressed down while simultaneously leaning back, a rough shift that forced Jacobs down flat on her right side. Still working the blonde’s wrists like they were some sort of bleeding edge rowing machine, Slade grinned and asked, “Oh, so you’ve seen this one before, have ya Jenny? Then why don’t you go ahead and wrestle your way out?”
Jenny sneered, rolled her shoulders and stretched one leg toward the strands only to find them nearly two feet away. “We both know I’ll be out of this sooner than later, bytch. Do you really want to waste any time motivating me to OW DAMMIT!”
Slade pulled her opponent’s hands apart, then brought them together in remarkably loud ‘CLAP!’ that earned a laugh from the FAWNatics. “I think motivation is just what you need!” Mal teased. “C’MON PEOPLE, LET’S CHEER JENNY ON!” The bronzed Aussie import repeated her previous tactic over and over again and sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Spring Breakers joined in!
Infuriated by Slade’s showcasing, Jacobs fell still (save for the involuntary applause) for more than five seconds. When she resumed her efforts they were clearly directed at turning the whole of her body enough to-- “Get offa me, bikini meat!” Jenny barked the instant she locked her ankles around the bottom rope.
“Ask me nicely.” Mal said it with a smile, though there was a disturbing lack of humor in her dark eyes. “Saying my name certainly wouldn’t hurt.”
Jenny could’ve held her tongue and waited for Castle’s count to end the hold. But she’d never been one for silence, be it as a beloved babyface or a despised heel, which was why it wasn’t particularly surprising when she snapped, “What’s you’re name again? Victory? Justine? Evonne? All you Australian wash outs tend to run together after a whiEEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Mallory shifted her right foot so she could grrrrrrrrrrrrrrind that heel against her opponent’s temple. “What’s my name, girl?” the Tigress asked, her tone icy. “Go on, say it nice and--”
Nick’s count interrupted the demand, forcing Slade to relinquish the Lotus Lock with her demands unfulfilled. Free of the brunette’s cruel botany lesson, Jacobs scrambled to a seat and sidled along the ropes until she bumped against the corner. “Keep her back, Castle.” the blonde demanded with a baleful glare. “I know she’s used to wrestling gators and dingos, but we’ve actually got rules that OOOFFFHH!”
Slade hit her hard and fast with a Baseball Slide Dropkick to the Innovator’s tummy. Popping to her feet while Jacobs was still sucking wind, Mallory grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and began swiping short, rough kicks across the side of the blonde’s face. “Wish I was dealing with a gator right now, girl.” she taunted. “They never scurry off to a corner when they’re getting their ass kicked.” Slade heard Nick approaching, so rather than wait for his interruption she wheeled around and raced to the opposite side of the squared circle. Castle knew that sort of abrupt departure meant an equally swift return, so he kept clear of the corner until Mallory came in with low and fast, practically skidding on one shin to THWHACK her right foot across Jenny’s face.
KNEELING FACEWASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWxbO4i9HQo
Left with both arms hanging limp over the bottom rope in the wake of that brutal Facewashing, Jenny looked more like enhancement talent than former World Champion as Slade grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her out to the middle of the ring for a Back Press that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny powered loose a heartbeat after ‘TWO’. Not only that, she sat up and stuffed a hand in Mallory’s face when the bendyback tried to secure a hair hold. Of course Mal didn’t much appreciate the blatant disrespect, so she snatched her rival by the ears and THWHUNKED a Headbutt against the bridge of her nose! That slowed Jacobs considerably and thus gave the Aussie more than enough time to peel her off the canvas. Cheers all ‘round as Slade slipped an arm between the NorCal Sensation’s legs and muscled her into place across her chest. Indulging in a single rotation so the crowd could see her pat Jenny’s hapless tush, Mal came to a stop facing the hard camera. “Girl says she doesn’t remember my name.” she told everyone within the sound of her voice. “So I’m going to remind her just. Like. This!”
The Tigress dipped her knees and hoisted Jacobs over her head in anticipation of the Stomach Pump, alas the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds proved herself prolific at both offense AND defense by floating out of Slade’s clutches! Landing behind her startled adversary like it was the easiest thing in the world, Jenny THUMPED a hateful right hand into her opponent’s liver, then hooked her in a Half Nelson before Mallory doubled over.
A half Waistlock would’ve been more than adequate to secure Jacobs’s hooks, yet the Innovator was feeling more than a little vengeful, as evidenced when she snatched hold of Slade’s waistband and yanked as hard as she could! Under other circumstances the inverted wedgie would’ve drawn far more attention, at the moment however it was merely the means by which, (along with the Half Nelson) Jenny hauled her prey into the air and brought her THWHUNKING down on one posted knee.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6EoXwIdnhQ
Silenced by a scream simply too large to escape her throat, Slade bounced off Jenny’s knee, landed awkwardly on her shoulders, then flopped over onto her belly.
Above her, Jenny didn’t pause to fix her trunks or sweep her hair behind her ears, she simply coiled the brunette’s ponytail around one fist and used it to haul Slade to boot leather. “No need to get hot about your name, honey.” Jacobs pulled the Aussie in close to deliver her missive. “Truth is, I never bothered to learn it in the first place.”
T’was a bold faced lie, not that Slade was in any condition to contradict her, especially after a single stiff Headbutt across the left eyebrow. Mal staggered back, almost lost her balance when Jenny followed up with a heavy two-handed shove. The ropes proved temporary salvation, with emphasis on the temporary as Slade immediately bounced out on a collision course with the resurgent blonde. Jacobs waited in the center of the ring, knees bent in a deep crouch, hands held out at chest level. Double J looked like she was set for a second shove and that’s what she did, though this effort was almost exclusively vertical in nature. Launched into the lights by the black-clad Californian, Mallory did her best to adjust in mid-ascent, unfortunately gravity reclaimed her faster than she would’ve liked and the Tigress landed gut-first atop Jenny’s right shoulder. Actually, ‘landed’ was too generous a term, Slade touched down and was immediately bounced off into a dizzying two-hundred and seventy degree spin that ended with her THWHUNKING down spine-first atop Jenny’s right thigh.
POP-UP TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpELmtx-8Ks
Applauding the flawless Pop-Up Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker in spite of themselves, the FAWNatics promptly shifted to jeers when Jacobs straddled her opponent’s neck, the arrogant Innovator making a point to wedge Mal’s chin in against the fork of her crotch. NOW she took the time to smooth out her hair, Jacobs tucking several loose strands behind her ears while Castle counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory ‘smecked’ both hands against the blonde’s haughty backside and shoved hard, dumping Jacobs onto all fours with a full second to spare. Free of the cover but not the aches imparted by those callous Backbreakers, Slade rolled onto her stomach and started to rise. Jenny rose alongside, albeit much faster than the Aussie and Mal paid dearly for the lag when the disgraced Jacobite Leader stepped in and THWHUMPED a heavy kick into her ribs! Slade groaned and flopped over onto her side, knees drawn up high with both arms crossed over her throbbing midsection.
Looming over the injured Tigress, Jenny ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place, then put her fists on her hips and began to circle her adversary. “You’ve got some power in those scrawny legs, I’ll give you that.” the NorCal Sensation offered up this faint praise just before driving a stomp into Mallory’s left thigh. “Got more tenacity than a lot of chicks in that locker room, I’ll give you that too.” This time Jenny’s heel connected with Slade’s left bicep. “But it takes more than a little power and tenacity to beat me, honey.” She punctuated with a quick, mean Knee Drop to her opponent’s ear. “Champion or not, I’m the most versatile, dangerous wrestler on this or any roster. And if you’re too foolish to recognize that…” Jacobs cupped her hands around Mallory’s ears and twisted just hard enough to ensure there was no argument when she hauled Slade to her knees. “…then I’ve already woUGH!”
Mal braced her left hand against Jenny’s flank and PWAAAKED a quick punch into her navel. This was followed by three more equally swift shots, each driven directly into her attacker’s midriff. Precise though they were, the punches didn’t free Slade’s noggin from Jacobs’s grasp, in fact the pain in her ears grew that much worse when Jenny answered with a sharp twist. Blue eyes shining cold and cruel, Jenny purred, “Watch those dainty little fists, assholNNNGGGHHH!”
The penitent battler interrupted her with a heavy Headbutt that landed just above the waistband of the Californian’s trunks. Swiping hair out of her eyes and Jacobs stumbled back a step, Mallory snapped, “How ‘bout that, girl? That feel dainty to OOOOFFFHHH!” Jenny caught another handful of hair and jerked Mal forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING the side of her hip into the brunette’s face! Slade recoiled, freed herself for a moment only to catch a second Hip Check, this one to the back of the head!
HIP CHECKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qfJYbo5LW4
Reduced to a woozy penance by the callipygian offense, Mallory couldn’t stop the Innovator from taking possession of her left wrist, nor could she defend against the Arm Wringer Jacobs used to make her stand. Set directly to the brunette’s left, Double J kept the trapped arm stretched out full length as she deftly twined her right leg around Slade’s left leg. Once her ankle was snugged against Mal’s heel Jenny brought her left leg up and the Aussie’s head and stepped down hard to put immediate torque on her rival’s exposed neck. In the same breath she cinched her left arm around Slade’s right forearm and wrenched back hard. Mallory struggled against the Octopus from the outset, alas Jenny’s hooks only sunk deeper as she moved the Armbar down to the brunette’s bicep and shifted her left leg so the pit of that knee was flush against the back of Slade’s neck.
OCTOPUS STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyQl5S2YOnw
Twisted in more directions than she cared to admit, Slade pressed her free hand to the canvas like a kickstand and huffed a breathless ‘no!’ when Castle asked if she wanted to submit. Jenny didn’t bother to punish this defiance, she merely kept the hold in place, using every bit of her hundred and twenty plus pounds wear down the bronzed bendyback. After perhaps fifteen seconds of this punishment, Jenny shaped her right hand into a spade, pressed it against Slade’s taut tummy and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked all the way to her right hip.
“Know what I love about the Octopus?” Jenny asked, either of Nick or Mallory, perhaps even the FAWNatics. “It’s versatile. Once I’ve got it locked in, as I do here,” she pushed down with her left leg and wrenched up on the Armbar, earning a pained hiss from Slade in the process, “you’re not going anywhere until I say so AND I’ve got one hand free to do… well, whatever the hell I want. If I want to spike a finger into this Crossfit ad you call a stomach, I can!” Jenny reached under the tied Tigress, worked the tip of her index finger into Slade’s navel and pushed like she was trying to pop an exceptionally stubborn balloon.
Castle ignored the blonde’s running commentary in favor of focusing on his other charge. “What do you say, Mal? Need to throw in the towel?” “No.” Slade grunted from beneath the muffle of her attacker’s thigh. “But if you could get Jenny to shut her bloody gob I’d appreciateeerrrrrrhhhhh… you’re asking for it, bytch.”
Jacobs, who’d ended her attack on Mallory’s midsection in favor of a malevolent pincer grip on her rival’s right nipple, only smirked. “Didn’t you hear me saying it was versatile? If I want to twist this until you scream, who’s going to stop me?” Slade struggled against the full body knot and managed to clamp her right hand down on Jacobs’s left shoulder, unfortunately a single claw wasn’t nearly enough to disrupt the Octopus or Jenny’s cattier addition.
“How many times did Elise take your top in the Jungle?” the NorCal Sensation asked in the midst of another white-knuckle twist. “Twice, right? At least she was polite enough to wait until the match was over. Probably knew you’d forfeit in a second if--”
“F*ck off.” Mallory growled from the confines of her gammy prison. “She only managed that bullshyt when I was nearly unconscious.”
“Guess that’s the difference between Miss Murder and myself.” Jenny chided. “She had to knock you out to strip you down. I can do it any goddamned time I plea--”
Slade brought her left hand off the canvas and secured an awkward death-grip around the blonde’s clawin’ wrist. Squeezing as hard as her position would allow (which was still pretty hard, if the grimace on Jenny’s face was any indication) Mallory growled, “Don’t even think about it, Jacobs. Unless you’re not interested in getting this hand AAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHD!”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds stamped down, driving her left foot into the canvas to put that much more strain on her prey’s neck. “Don’t ever tell me what to do, bikini meat.” Jenny snapped after she’d wrested her wrist free of the brunette’s control. “You don’t have the clout or the SKILL to dictate terms to me. Especially not when I can do this.” ‘This’ turned out to be a stern grip on Slade’s waistband, one that transformed into a cringe-worthy wedgie the instant the former World Champion began to pull. “Go on and tap out!” Jenny barked over the yowling Tigress and the jeering crowd. “Just make sure you tell Castle what made you quit, the Octopus? Or the wedgEEERRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Mal abruptly twisted her head to the side and chomped down on Jenny’s calf just above the top of her boot! The shock of it forced Jacobs to pull her leg away, which in turn gave Slade more than enough leverage to wrest her way free of the Armbar. Spinning around the moment she was free, the Tigress of Tallong wedged her noggin between blonde thighs, put both hands on Jenny’s knees and straightened up with a bestial roar to send her startled foe up over and DOWN to the canvas with a Back Body Drop!
Jenny hit hard but popped up almost immediately, rounding on her aching adversary with a Clothesline at the ready. Yet Slade proved elusive for someone who’d just escaped a torturous hold, as she dipped beneath Jacobs’s outstretched arm like she had all the time in the world. Turning back a half second later, the NorCal Sensation’s second Clothesline never even got started, as Mallory THWHACKED her left thigh with a leg kick that dropped Jenny to one knee! Hands on the mat to keep herself steady, Jacobs didn’t even see the shot with her name on it, though she sure as hell felt it when Slade caromed a huge Roundhouse off the side of her skull!
LEG KICK & ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHa37OmbSCw
Jenny’s head snapped to the side and she would’ve slopped out flat on her face if the vindictive Aussie hadn’t grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up in some sort of rubber-kneed mockery of verticality. Still too focused on punishment to bother with words, Mal whipped around, caught her foe in a Three Quarters Facelock and went down on one knee to flip Jenny onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Thus granted open access to the blonde’s back, Slade stood tall and drilled a cringe-worthy Soccer Kick between opposing shoulders.
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1XebQ4j27o
“FAHK!” Jenny cursed aloud as the blow arched her back and froze her hands into claws that reached for nothing. What it did not do was lay her out flat, so Mal turned around and hit the ropes on Jacobs’s six to ensure she’d have that much more momentum when she bounced off the strands on the opposite side of the squared circle. The patter of boots caught Jenny’s attention enough to raise her head, which proved a costly mistake as it gave the Tigress a perfect shot at her chest. There was a heavy THWHACK followed by a roar from the crowd as the Penalty Kick left Jacobs smeared all over the mat.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJtcpefG0t4
Dropped to her knees after that last shot, Slade hurried back to Jenny but still didn’t go for a cover. Instead she twined her fingers in the blonde’s battle-damp hair and hauled her upright. Maneuvering behind the other wrestler, Mal reached through Jacobs’s legs with her right hand, grabbed hold of Double J’s right wrist and pulled it back through. Soon as that was done she pinned Jenny’s left arm behind her back with a Chickenwing, thus ensuring the former World Champion was defenseless when Slade crouched down and popped her hips in a high, gorgeous bridge that THWHUMPED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders. Hooked on tight through the landing, Mal bridged onto tiptoes in hopes of keeping Jacobs down for the…
RAZORBACK @ 5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=48vUQSxq9sE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds tore free of the cradle with half a second to spare, her show of resilience earning some boos for Nick Castle. Mallory didn’t bother to question the count, in fact she was already on her feet en route for a corner directly behind her flattened foe. Settling in back against the buckles, Slade finally took a moment to adjust her distended togs and the relieved little sigh this brought only sharpened her resolve. With Jenny still fighting off her knees, Mal raised both hands over her head and started to clap.
The FAWNatics picked up on it immediately, making Slade grateful not only for their support, but for the auditory cover. Indeed, Jenny had no idea of the brunette’s location nor did she hear it when Mallory exploded out of her corner and immediately ducked into a flawless somersault. Instinct warned Jenny at the last second, but that just meant she got enough time to turn around before Slade popped up in a gorgeous vertical leap and slammed both heels into her chest!
AUSSIE THUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icTKHQNXVEI
Knocked flat by this bolt of Aussie Thunder, Jenny retained the presence of mind to defend against a pin by rolling onto her stomach, though she was too shaken by the flurry of offense to understand the implication when no pin came. That’s because Mallory was already back on her feet and heading for the opposite corner, where she quickly dipped out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district. This brought another round of cheers from the Spring Breakers and Mal took the opportunity to thank them with the Superfly sigil raised high overhead. From there she leapt from her perch in a flawless old school Splash that brought her washboard abs THWHAMMING down atop the small of Jacobs’s back! Moaning in anguish following the Splash, Jenny’s situation did not improve when Mal hooked the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back for the…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41T3_AObE18
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The NorCal Sensation got a shoulder off the mat so late that Nick had to throw a signal at the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell in error. When that was settled he had to convey the same information to Slade, who greeted him with three raised fingers. “Sorry Mal, it was only two. A very long two, but not quite three.”
The Tigress sighed and nodded her head. “That’s what I thought. Don’t go far, Nick. I’m in no mood to drag this out.”
The ref obliged by only clearing off to minimum safe distance, which still gave the brunette more than enough room for her next move. With Jacobs prone on her back in the middle of the ring, Slade took hold of her ankles and hoisted her legs up in a wide ‘V’. Rather than step through for a Sharpshooter or around for a Figure Four, Slade crossed Jenny’s left leg over her right thigh, then stepped over with her right leg so that the blonde’s left shin was trapped between Mal’s encroaching thigh and Jenny’s left leg. At that point Jenny started to come round, the discombobulated battler reaching up in hopes of grabbing hold of her rival, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to keep Slade from using the gammy tangle to roll Jacobs onto her stomach. Leaning forward in a predatory crouch that saw the former champ’s stems braced / trapped against Mallory’s right shin and left thigh. Even then it was awkward and unpleasant but hardly unbearable, which was why the Innovator managed to drag the both of them a little bit closer to the ropes before Mal CRAAACKED a vicious open palmed slap between her shoulders!
“BYTCH!” Jenny hissed, then pulled her arms snug against her chest in case the Australian stunner tried to collect her arms. A sound defense if Slade was thinking Surfboard, alas that was not the case, as Jacobs realized when Mallory grabbed a double handful of hair. “HAIR! Hair, Nick!” she barked as Slade craaaaaanked her head back at a painful angle.
“Off her hair, Mal.” Nick cajoled. “Don’t make me cou--oh ouch.”
Mallory BWUUUNKED her foe’s face into the canvas with an improvised Curbstomp that left Jacobs dazed with both arms undefended. But Slade still didn’t go for a Surfboard. Rather she laced her hands across the Innovator’s chin, dipped her knees and REEEEFED back on a hellaciously augmented Regal Stretch!
DEADLY NIGHTSLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ws0zKjxTH0
“How’s that feel, girl?” Mal taunted as she bounced the blonde’s head up and down. “I think it works fine just like this, but for a bytch like you I could always spice it up a bit…” to that end she halved the Chinlock, reached down with her free hand and finally returned the wedgie receipt from earlier in the match!
Jenny hissed and snarled, though she devoted her energy to crawling toward the ropes rather than complain about the trunk tugging. Sensing Jacobs’s progress was quicker than she would’ve liked, Slade doubled down on the Chinlock again and pulled hard enough to make Jenny brace her palms against the mat to alleviate the pressure. “Submit, girl.” the Tigress demanded. “I’ve got you locked down.”
“The hell you do.” Jenny dug in her claws and gained another few inches.
“The hell I don’t.”
Mal halved the Chinlock a second time, brushed the hair away from Jenny’s neck and neatly undid the knot holding her top in place!
This didn’t actually result in a wardrobe malfunction, however Jacobs knew Slade could strip her to the waist with the mere flick of a wrist if she chose to do so. “Bytch, you don’t even know what you’ve just donNNEEERRRRHHHH!”
Mallory went back to the Chinlock and jounced it harder than ever, the brunette’s sinewy arms just shredding into sharp relief as she tried to force a surrender from the tough as nails veteran. Doing his best not to cringe over the increasingly unpleasant angle of Jenny’s neck, Nick dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Jen? Need me to call for the bell?”
Jacobs waggled a frantic ‘J’ in his face, then transformed it into a defiant one-finger salute aimed at her tormentor.
“Still tuff enough to joke around, are ya?” Slade muttered. “Let’s see how you feel with your top in the AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!”
The Innovator got back to basics with a mouthful of Mal’s right hand that made the bendyback forget about everything but freeing her digits from Jacobs’s maw. Abandoning the Chinlock to snag a handful of hair alleviated it to a certain extent, however Jenny used her newfound freedom to wrest her legs from Slade’s control and from there it wasn’t long before she’d made it to one knee.
Increasingly angry with the blonde’s tenacious gnawing, Mal redoubled her efforts on Jenny’s hair, pulling until she felt the other woman hiss against her trapped fingers. “Spit it out right now, girl.” she threatened. “Or I’ll snatch you bald and NNNNNGGGHH!”
Jenny powered to verticality only to drive a swift kick into Slade’s left thigh just above the knee. The result was a jolt of pain that dropped her to her knees in a single stroke. Upside, this new arrangement caused Jenny to spit her fingers out posthaste. Downside, the NorCal Sensation traded it in for a Front Facelock, then kicked her right leg forward and laid out flat to THWHONK the crown of Mal’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Snap DDT transformed Slade from Tigress to tent spike to tiger-skin rug in a span of heartbeats, the glassy eyed battler stretched out in a hapless sprawl in the center of the ring.
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCx1SRbiwXs
A handful of the most fanatical Jacobites urged their leader to go for a cover, a suggestion that Jenny summarily ignored in favor of hauling her prey up with a double handful of hair. This gave way to a Standing Headscissors that Jacobs souped up by reaching under her foe’s torso to grab Slade’s right wrist in her right hand and vice versa. Remarkably calm for someone who’d only recently escaped a torturous human knot, Jenny muscled Mallory upside down, keeping her there just long enough to let the brunette think about it. Then she kicked her feet forward and sat out, once again SPIKING the Aussie’s skull against the deck, this time with a Straightjacket Piledriver. Undone top be damned, Jacobs shoved her burden aside and hooked the far leg so she could hook in a Back Press good for the…
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcc3So4risM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mallory shot a shoulder off the mat with a half tic to spare, the convulsive suddenness of it making many fans wonder if it was nothing more than muscle memory.
As for Jenny, she didn’t wonder or particularly care one way or the other, she simply kept an eye on Slade while she redid the knot holding her top in place. “Oh, shut the hell up.” the blonde snapped to the jeers brought on by her sartorial adjustment. “Tell ya what, here’s something you idiots might actually appreciate.” Helping herself to Mallory’s left wrist and a handful of ponytail, Jenny got to her feet and forced the Tigress to do the same. Slade’s knees shivered hard more than once, but Jacobs steadied her until the worst of it passed, then relinquished the hair-hold to double down on the Wristlock. From there she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Slade hurtling into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Double J slammed on the brakes and reeled Mal back in, the blonde dipping ever so slightly to get under Slade’s right arm while simultaneously threading her own right arm across Mallory’s chest.
T’was Jenny-Cide all over again, at least it would’ve been if the bronzed bendyback hadn’t jabbed the point of her right elbow into the back of Jacobs’s head once, twice, three times! Jacobs let loose and stumbled away, one hand rubbing at the base of her nogg-- Mallory caught the retreating Innovator and spun her around for “UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny leaned into brunette’s assistance and lashed out her left arm to catch Slade on the point of the jaw with a murderous Back Elbow that turned her inside out!
BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctviZKPrg2M
Reduced to a smoldering, tiger-striped ruin in the wake of that murderous blow, Mallory offered no complaint when Jacobs shoveled her onto her back, hooked on at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to a spot near the center of the ring. Discarding the captured limbs once she had Mal in the drop zone, Jenny strode to the edge of the ring and vaulted onto the apron only to immediately reclaim control of the top strand. No taunts, posturing or other theatrics, the former World Champion stayed uncharacteristically quiet as she leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and vaulted into a tight tuck followed by 450 degrees worth of ab-shredding destruct--“OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Mallory raised her knees, ensuring the blonde lost every bit of oxygen in her lungs the instant she landed. Even more important, Slade curled her left arm around the back of Jenny’s oblivious head and shifted onto her side to stack Double J on her shoulders. A desperate gambit to be sure and she went all in by threading her right leg over Jacobs’s calves while Castle and the incredulous FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny exploded free and came up with two fingers raised only to snarl in disgust when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
“Gimme a break, Castle! Are you really going to raise her hand? Bytch can barely stand!” Jenny barked as the zebra helped the winded Australian regain her footing.
Slade’s jaw was clenched in a painful grimace, yet it transformed into an unquestionably satisfied smile when Nick did indeed raise her hand. Pulling away from the ref, she wasted no time getting in the Innovator’s face. “Looks like you lost, girlie. So why don’t you do yourself a favor and get out of this ring before it gets embarrassing for both of--”
CRAAACK!
Jenny slapped the Tigress across the mouth hard enough to send her into the ropes. “Piss off you gangly little shit.” Jacobs sneered. “That was a fluke and you know--”
Mallory put the Innovator’s head on a swivel with her answering slap and Jenny would’ve kicked off round two if Castle hadn’t stepped between them. “Match is over, Jenny. If you’ve got a problem with the officiating, you can take it up with me when the show is over.”
Jenny didn’t take her eyes off Mallory. “I’ve got no problem with you, Castle. My issue is strictly with this fluke that’s about to get her face slapped into the upper deck.”
Slade’s grin dropped away, replaced by a remarkably predatory scowl. “I’m ready for round three whenever you are, girl. But unless you throw down right now you better get the hell out of my ring.”
Jacobs’s hands curled into fists and she managed a step forward before Nick wedged a shoulder between his charges.
“Hit the showers, Jenny.” he warned. “I mean it.” Jenny shook her head in disgust. “Savor this moment, Slade. It’s the last you’ll ever get at my expense.”
“Enjoy your Walk of Shame, honey.”
The infuriated Innovator countered with a pair of birds, then slipped through the ropes and stormed up the ramp, swatting and snarling at the fans every step of the way.
Back in the ring Mallory knew she should treat herself to a victory lap, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the departing blonde. “Wounded ya tonight, girl.” Slade whispered. “Got you leaving a blood trail anybody could follow. And the next time we meet? You’re not gonna walk away.”
The capacity crowd roared hearty approval 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 answered at the top of their lungs
Propelled toward the ring by the force of their response, the Aussie stunner raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For this rematch with a former World Champion 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 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 turned her attention to senior official Nick Castle, offering the man her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles to make sure inspections were out of the way before her adversary arrived on scene.
Castle offered his stamp of approval mere heartbeats before the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The Orlando regulars answered with full-throated disdain, their efforts strengthened by jeers from viewing parties and living rooms around the world. This tide of disgust reached the flood stage as soon as the woman in question stepped into view. Strong as it was, their hatred couldn’t prevent Invincible from storming the sound system, nor did it weaken the smirk stamped on Jenny’s face. Slowing to a stop when she reached center stage, Jenny raised the J’s to the rafters before transforming them into impudent middle fingers which she eventually tucked into invisible holsters at her hips before making her way down the aisle.
For this needless follow-up against a kitten, Jenny wore the dead black version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a dark, ugly red while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. Happy to run her mouth at every troll, slug and humanoid on the aisle, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint that took her under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring in a single smooth dive. Regaining her feet immediately thereafter, she scanned the ring without letting her gaze linger on Mallory for a fraction of a second. Instead she focused on the hard camera and said, “You thought what Sue did to Juliet was embarrassing? Hold my beer, losers.” With that she turned away and stomped to her corner, where she made poor Nick chase after her knees and elbows for the better part of thirty seconds.
Practically thrumming at the prospect of avenging her defeat at the hands of the Innovator, Mal Slade kept the top rope in a death-grip until the CLANG of the opening bell gave her leave to exit the corner at a near run. Jenny was quick out of her corner as well, but where the Aussie cut across the canvas on a razor-sharp diagonal, the blonde set out on a wide looping arc that kept her *just* out of Slade’s rea-- excited roars from the crowd as Mallory lunged for her prey only to come up short when Jacobs escaped with a deft little shoulder roll.
On her feet in a trice, Jenny spun around on one heel and continued to backpedal, thus forcing the Tigress to give chase. Slade showed no reluctance in that regard, indeed she closed the distance in three long strides and-- Jacobs slipped those talons again, this time with a feigned shoulder roll that transformed into a quick dive between Slade’s sinewy stems. Jenny popped up with a grin, rounded on the Aussie and CRAAACK!
Mallory caught her across the chest with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop that echoed through the rafters. Jaw clenched in the aftermath of the strike, Jacobs wheeled away from bronzed bendyback and-- another flat, snappy report reached the cheap seats as Slade CRAAACKED Jenny between the shoulders with a vicious Overhand Slap.
“Where you goin’ now girl?” Mal sniped as she took off in pursuit of the mincing blonde. “Got another sneaky little trick you wanna try before I--”
The NorCal Sensation threaded a leg over the bottom rope and grabbed hold of the top for good measure. “Ropes.” she said to Castle. “Tell kitty to heel.”
“Tell gutless to get off the ropes.” Slade snapped ahead of Nick’s request to take a step back.” “I came here to wrestle, not to chase her ass around the ring all night.”
“We already wrestled, remember honey?” Jenny countered, the cool condescension of her tone a direct contrast to the hot pink welts rising on her back and chest. “I stretched your overrated ass for twenty minutes, then pinned you clean in the middle of the ring.”
Mal lunged, cursed aloud when Nick stepped in and looped an arm around her waist. “Easy, Mallory. Don’t let her get under your skin.” the senior official coaxed.
Slade fetched a deep sigh, raised both hands to shoulder level and took two steps back. “Whatever you say, Nick. Just don’t let her hide in the ropes all--”
CRAAACK!
Jacobs came off the ropes with a Bytch Slap fired directly over Castle’s left shoulder! Cackling over the ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd and Slade’s snarled outrage, Jenny dipped through the strands to the floor where she raised the double J’s high overhead. “Can’t believe you actually had the guts to come back.” she said to the fuming brunette. “Tell me kitty, did you ask for this match because you wanted revenge? Or are you really so eager to leave those slutty little trunks in the middle of the--”
Mallory tore away from Nick’s grasp and flew between middle and bottom rope with a Dropkick that would’ve sent Jacobs into the barricade if the former World Champion hadn’t twisted aside with half a heartbeat to spare! No laughing now, Jenny simply took to her heels and raced around the narrow ringside aisle with Slade hot on her heels. Fast though she was, Jenny couldn’t open up a lead on the Australian, so after a full circuit she put on a burst of speed and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet so fast it was almost scary, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds settled for a staple when she cocked an elbow up beside one ear and brought every bit of her weight dropping down on the nape of Slade’s neck when the brunette slid in after NO!
The Tigress hit full reverse, vacating the canvas just in time to avoid Jenny’s nasty trap. Not only that, Jacobs THWHUMPED her elbow into the thinly-sheathed plywood and tumbled onto her back, the aching limb clutched tight to her chest. It was still buzzing unpleasantly when Slade reached under the bottom rope and snatched a double handful of hair! “HAIR!” Jenny barked even as the brunette dragged her head under the bottom rope. “GET THIS BYTCH OFF MY NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Slade used the hair-hold to roll Jacobs onto her stomach, then transitioned into a ref-approved Front Facelock and just UNLOADED on the blonde’s shoulders with a baker’s dozen of heavy overhand Forearm Smashes! Jenny’s position was such that she couldn’t do much more than squirm and pound frantic punches into the Tigress’s flank in hopes of brawling her way to freedom. Alas, Slade soaked up the blonde’s resistance with little more than a sneer and Jacobs was forced to endure the heavy shellacking until Mallory relinquished the Facelock to cup both ears.
“Look at me, Jenny.” Slade purred. “That’s good. Do I have your attention?”
She most certainly did, as evidenced by the hate-congested expression on her opponent’s face. “Oh kitten, you’re going to wish you’d never UUUGGGGGHHHHHH!”
The Aussie yanked Jenny’s head up high enough to touch her shoulders to the bottom rope, then jerked down, just THWHUMPING Jacobs’s chest against the hard edge of the apron. “You really need to be careful about threatening my trunks, girl.” Slade hissed into her opponent’s ear. “Unless you’re interested in feasting on your own.”
Jenny didn’t respond with anything more than a groan, Castle however provided something more cogent. “C’mon Mal, let’s get it back in the ring. Can’t win out there, can you?”
Mallory shook her head ‘no’. “I’m not looking to win just yet, Nick.” Slade released the Facelock and sidled away down the apron. “Right now I’m out to have some fun.” The official would’ve muttered some reproach if the Tigress hadn’t charged in and THWHUMPED her right knee into the Innovator’s forehead!
APRON HUNG RUNNING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUy6awPev4E
Jacobs’s head snapped up, then dropped down and she might’ve slid from the ring to the floor if Mal hadn’t braced her at shoulder and hip and shoved her back into the squared circle. Sliding in beside her rival a moment thereafter, Slade spun around on one knee, crooked her fingers into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the blonde’s nearly bare back! Jenny yelped and threw a blind, awkward punch into Mal’s tummy to virtually no reaction from the brunette.
“I’d have been perfectly happy to wrestle you without saying so much as a word, Jenny.” Mallory admitted in the midst of peeling the NorCal Sensation off the canvas. “But you had to run your mouth… you had to embarrass me… which means I have to embarrass you.”
Posted up behind the stunned blonde, Slade wedged her head under Jacobs’s left arm and wrapped her right arm around opposing waist while her other hand got braced against Jenny’s tush. From there she hoisted Double J onto the ball of her right shoulder, but rather than drop back she angled Jacobs forward so that the pits of her knees ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The rubber-coated steel provided more than enough momentum to bounce Jenny clear and THAT’S when Slade laid out, thus completing a huge Slingshot Backdrop Suplex that dropped Jacobs flat on her face, chest and belly!
SLINGSHOT BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoMt10FGU0
The FAWNatics called for a cover Mal didn’t bother as she damned well knew Jacobs wasn’t going out this early. Didn’t mean the disgraced Leader of the Jacobites got off easy though, nothing was further from the truth. Quick to shovel Jenny onto her back, Slade hauled her to a seat and snuggled in behind with her left leg hooked around the Californian’s waist. In the same instant she seized Jenny’s wrists in both hands and wrenched them behind her back while simultaneously threaded her right leg around Jacobs’s right arm so she could brace her shin against the nape of her foe’s neck. With the modified Lotus Lock cinched in tight, Mallory puuuuussssshed on Jenny’s neck and puuuuuullllled on her wrists to earn a low, pained growl from the veteran.
MODIFIED LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce7mkeaMlyc
Nick Castle had officiated every match in Jacobs’s World Championship run and he knew for a fact that the NorCal Sensation would pass out before she surrendered to any hold, yet Nick believed in due diligence and Slade was working the Lotus pretty hard. “What do you say, Jenny?” he asked after Mallory raked her encroaching boot across the back of the blonde’s neck. “Need me to call it?”
“F*ck outta here, Castle.” she grunted at once. “I know twelve different versions of the Lotus Lock, this one included. You really think she can hold me here for EEERRRRHHHHH!”
The Tigress shifted her right leg to the side of Jenny’s head and pressed down while simultaneously leaning back, a rough shift that forced Jacobs down flat on her right side. Still working the blonde’s wrists like they were some sort of bleeding edge rowing machine, Slade grinned and asked, “Oh, so you’ve seen this one before, have ya Jenny? Then why don’t you go ahead and wrestle your way out?”
Jenny sneered, rolled her shoulders and stretched one leg toward the strands only to find them nearly two feet away. “We both know I’ll be out of this sooner than later, bytch. Do you really want to waste any time motivating me to OW DAMMIT!”
Slade pulled her opponent’s hands apart, then brought them together in remarkably loud ‘CLAP!’ that earned a laugh from the FAWNatics. “I think motivation is just what you need!” Mal teased. “C’MON PEOPLE, LET’S CHEER JENNY ON!” The bronzed Aussie import repeated her previous tactic over and over again and sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Spring Breakers joined in!
Infuriated by Slade’s showcasing, Jacobs fell still (save for the involuntary applause) for more than five seconds. When she resumed her efforts they were clearly directed at turning the whole of her body enough to-- “Get offa me, bikini meat!” Jenny barked the instant she locked her ankles around the bottom rope.
“Ask me nicely.” Mal said it with a smile, though there was a disturbing lack of humor in her dark eyes. “Saying my name certainly wouldn’t hurt.”
Jenny could’ve held her tongue and waited for Castle’s count to end the hold. But she’d never been one for silence, be it as a beloved babyface or a despised heel, which was why it wasn’t particularly surprising when she snapped, “What’s you’re name again? Victory? Justine? Evonne? All you Australian wash outs tend to run together after a whiEEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Mallory shifted her right foot so she could grrrrrrrrrrrrrrind that heel against her opponent’s temple. “What’s my name, girl?” the Tigress asked, her tone icy. “Go on, say it nice and--”
Nick’s count interrupted the demand, forcing Slade to relinquish the Lotus Lock with her demands unfulfilled. Free of the brunette’s cruel botany lesson, Jacobs scrambled to a seat and sidled along the ropes until she bumped against the corner. “Keep her back, Castle.” the blonde demanded with a baleful glare. “I know she’s used to wrestling gators and dingos, but we’ve actually got rules that OOOFFFHH!”
Slade hit her hard and fast with a Baseball Slide Dropkick to the Innovator’s tummy. Popping to her feet while Jacobs was still sucking wind, Mallory grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and began swiping short, rough kicks across the side of the blonde’s face. “Wish I was dealing with a gator right now, girl.” she taunted. “They never scurry off to a corner when they’re getting their ass kicked.” Slade heard Nick approaching, so rather than wait for his interruption she wheeled around and raced to the opposite side of the squared circle. Castle knew that sort of abrupt departure meant an equally swift return, so he kept clear of the corner until Mallory came in with low and fast, practically skidding on one shin to THWHACK her right foot across Jenny’s face.
KNEELING FACEWASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWxbO4i9HQo
Left with both arms hanging limp over the bottom rope in the wake of that brutal Facewashing, Jenny looked more like enhancement talent than former World Champion as Slade grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her out to the middle of the ring for a Back Press that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny powered loose a heartbeat after ‘TWO’. Not only that, she sat up and stuffed a hand in Mallory’s face when the bendyback tried to secure a hair hold. Of course Mal didn’t much appreciate the blatant disrespect, so she snatched her rival by the ears and THWHUNKED a Headbutt against the bridge of her nose! That slowed Jacobs considerably and thus gave the Aussie more than enough time to peel her off the canvas. Cheers all ‘round as Slade slipped an arm between the NorCal Sensation’s legs and muscled her into place across her chest. Indulging in a single rotation so the crowd could see her pat Jenny’s hapless tush, Mal came to a stop facing the hard camera. “Girl says she doesn’t remember my name.” she told everyone within the sound of her voice. “So I’m going to remind her just. Like. This!”
The Tigress dipped her knees and hoisted Jacobs over her head in anticipation of the Stomach Pump, alas the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds proved herself prolific at both offense AND defense by floating out of Slade’s clutches! Landing behind her startled adversary like it was the easiest thing in the world, Jenny THUMPED a hateful right hand into her opponent’s liver, then hooked her in a Half Nelson before Mallory doubled over.
A half Waistlock would’ve been more than adequate to secure Jacobs’s hooks, yet the Innovator was feeling more than a little vengeful, as evidenced when she snatched hold of Slade’s waistband and yanked as hard as she could! Under other circumstances the inverted wedgie would’ve drawn far more attention, at the moment however it was merely the means by which, (along with the Half Nelson) Jenny hauled her prey into the air and brought her THWHUNKING down on one posted knee.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6EoXwIdnhQ
Silenced by a scream simply too large to escape her throat, Slade bounced off Jenny’s knee, landed awkwardly on her shoulders, then flopped over onto her belly.
Above her, Jenny didn’t pause to fix her trunks or sweep her hair behind her ears, she simply coiled the brunette’s ponytail around one fist and used it to haul Slade to boot leather. “No need to get hot about your name, honey.” Jacobs pulled the Aussie in close to deliver her missive. “Truth is, I never bothered to learn it in the first place.”
T’was a bold faced lie, not that Slade was in any condition to contradict her, especially after a single stiff Headbutt across the left eyebrow. Mal staggered back, almost lost her balance when Jenny followed up with a heavy two-handed shove. The ropes proved temporary salvation, with emphasis on the temporary as Slade immediately bounced out on a collision course with the resurgent blonde. Jacobs waited in the center of the ring, knees bent in a deep crouch, hands held out at chest level. Double J looked like she was set for a second shove and that’s what she did, though this effort was almost exclusively vertical in nature. Launched into the lights by the black-clad Californian, Mallory did her best to adjust in mid-ascent, unfortunately gravity reclaimed her faster than she would’ve liked and the Tigress landed gut-first atop Jenny’s right shoulder. Actually, ‘landed’ was too generous a term, Slade touched down and was immediately bounced off into a dizzying two-hundred and seventy degree spin that ended with her THWHUNKING down spine-first atop Jenny’s right thigh.
POP-UP TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpELmtx-8Ks
Applauding the flawless Pop-Up Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker in spite of themselves, the FAWNatics promptly shifted to jeers when Jacobs straddled her opponent’s neck, the arrogant Innovator making a point to wedge Mal’s chin in against the fork of her crotch. NOW she took the time to smooth out her hair, Jacobs tucking several loose strands behind her ears while Castle counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory ‘smecked’ both hands against the blonde’s haughty backside and shoved hard, dumping Jacobs onto all fours with a full second to spare. Free of the cover but not the aches imparted by those callous Backbreakers, Slade rolled onto her stomach and started to rise. Jenny rose alongside, albeit much faster than the Aussie and Mal paid dearly for the lag when the disgraced Jacobite Leader stepped in and THWHUMPED a heavy kick into her ribs! Slade groaned and flopped over onto her side, knees drawn up high with both arms crossed over her throbbing midsection.
Looming over the injured Tigress, Jenny ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place, then put her fists on her hips and began to circle her adversary. “You’ve got some power in those scrawny legs, I’ll give you that.” the NorCal Sensation offered up this faint praise just before driving a stomp into Mallory’s left thigh. “Got more tenacity than a lot of chicks in that locker room, I’ll give you that too.” This time Jenny’s heel connected with Slade’s left bicep. “But it takes more than a little power and tenacity to beat me, honey.” She punctuated with a quick, mean Knee Drop to her opponent’s ear. “Champion or not, I’m the most versatile, dangerous wrestler on this or any roster. And if you’re too foolish to recognize that…” Jacobs cupped her hands around Mallory’s ears and twisted just hard enough to ensure there was no argument when she hauled Slade to her knees. “…then I’ve already woUGH!”
Mal braced her left hand against Jenny’s flank and PWAAAKED a quick punch into her navel. This was followed by three more equally swift shots, each driven directly into her attacker’s midriff. Precise though they were, the punches didn’t free Slade’s noggin from Jacobs’s grasp, in fact the pain in her ears grew that much worse when Jenny answered with a sharp twist. Blue eyes shining cold and cruel, Jenny purred, “Watch those dainty little fists, assholNNNGGGHHH!”
The penitent battler interrupted her with a heavy Headbutt that landed just above the waistband of the Californian’s trunks. Swiping hair out of her eyes and Jacobs stumbled back a step, Mallory snapped, “How ‘bout that, girl? That feel dainty to OOOOFFFHHH!” Jenny caught another handful of hair and jerked Mal forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING the side of her hip into the brunette’s face! Slade recoiled, freed herself for a moment only to catch a second Hip Check, this one to the back of the head!
HIP CHECKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qfJYbo5LW4
Reduced to a woozy penance by the callipygian offense, Mallory couldn’t stop the Innovator from taking possession of her left wrist, nor could she defend against the Arm Wringer Jacobs used to make her stand. Set directly to the brunette’s left, Double J kept the trapped arm stretched out full length as she deftly twined her right leg around Slade’s left leg. Once her ankle was snugged against Mal’s heel Jenny brought her left leg up and the Aussie’s head and stepped down hard to put immediate torque on her rival’s exposed neck. In the same breath she cinched her left arm around Slade’s right forearm and wrenched back hard. Mallory struggled against the Octopus from the outset, alas Jenny’s hooks only sunk deeper as she moved the Armbar down to the brunette’s bicep and shifted her left leg so the pit of that knee was flush against the back of Slade’s neck.
OCTOPUS STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyQl5S2YOnw
Twisted in more directions than she cared to admit, Slade pressed her free hand to the canvas like a kickstand and huffed a breathless ‘no!’ when Castle asked if she wanted to submit. Jenny didn’t bother to punish this defiance, she merely kept the hold in place, using every bit of her hundred and twenty plus pounds wear down the bronzed bendyback. After perhaps fifteen seconds of this punishment, Jenny shaped her right hand into a spade, pressed it against Slade’s taut tummy and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked all the way to her right hip.
“Know what I love about the Octopus?” Jenny asked, either of Nick or Mallory, perhaps even the FAWNatics. “It’s versatile. Once I’ve got it locked in, as I do here,” she pushed down with her left leg and wrenched up on the Armbar, earning a pained hiss from Slade in the process, “you’re not going anywhere until I say so AND I’ve got one hand free to do… well, whatever the hell I want. If I want to spike a finger into this Crossfit ad you call a stomach, I can!” Jenny reached under the tied Tigress, worked the tip of her index finger into Slade’s navel and pushed like she was trying to pop an exceptionally stubborn balloon.
Castle ignored the blonde’s running commentary in favor of focusing on his other charge. “What do you say, Mal? Need to throw in the towel?” “No.” Slade grunted from beneath the muffle of her attacker’s thigh. “But if you could get Jenny to shut her bloody gob I’d appreciateeerrrrrrhhhhh… you’re asking for it, bytch.”
Jacobs, who’d ended her attack on Mallory’s midsection in favor of a malevolent pincer grip on her rival’s right nipple, only smirked. “Didn’t you hear me saying it was versatile? If I want to twist this until you scream, who’s going to stop me?” Slade struggled against the full body knot and managed to clamp her right hand down on Jacobs’s left shoulder, unfortunately a single claw wasn’t nearly enough to disrupt the Octopus or Jenny’s cattier addition.
“How many times did Elise take your top in the Jungle?” the NorCal Sensation asked in the midst of another white-knuckle twist. “Twice, right? At least she was polite enough to wait until the match was over. Probably knew you’d forfeit in a second if--”
“F*ck off.” Mallory growled from the confines of her gammy prison. “She only managed that bullshyt when I was nearly unconscious.”
“Guess that’s the difference between Miss Murder and myself.” Jenny chided. “She had to knock you out to strip you down. I can do it any goddamned time I plea--”
Slade brought her left hand off the canvas and secured an awkward death-grip around the blonde’s clawin’ wrist. Squeezing as hard as her position would allow (which was still pretty hard, if the grimace on Jenny’s face was any indication) Mallory growled, “Don’t even think about it, Jacobs. Unless you’re not interested in getting this hand AAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHD!”
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds stamped down, driving her left foot into the canvas to put that much more strain on her prey’s neck. “Don’t ever tell me what to do, bikini meat.” Jenny snapped after she’d wrested her wrist free of the brunette’s control. “You don’t have the clout or the SKILL to dictate terms to me. Especially not when I can do this.” ‘This’ turned out to be a stern grip on Slade’s waistband, one that transformed into a cringe-worthy wedgie the instant the former World Champion began to pull. “Go on and tap out!” Jenny barked over the yowling Tigress and the jeering crowd. “Just make sure you tell Castle what made you quit, the Octopus? Or the wedgEEERRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Mal abruptly twisted her head to the side and chomped down on Jenny’s calf just above the top of her boot! The shock of it forced Jacobs to pull her leg away, which in turn gave Slade more than enough leverage to wrest her way free of the Armbar. Spinning around the moment she was free, the Tigress of Tallong wedged her noggin between blonde thighs, put both hands on Jenny’s knees and straightened up with a bestial roar to send her startled foe up over and DOWN to the canvas with a Back Body Drop!
Jenny hit hard but popped up almost immediately, rounding on her aching adversary with a Clothesline at the ready. Yet Slade proved elusive for someone who’d just escaped a torturous hold, as she dipped beneath Jacobs’s outstretched arm like she had all the time in the world. Turning back a half second later, the NorCal Sensation’s second Clothesline never even got started, as Mallory THWHACKED her left thigh with a leg kick that dropped Jenny to one knee! Hands on the mat to keep herself steady, Jacobs didn’t even see the shot with her name on it, though she sure as hell felt it when Slade caromed a huge Roundhouse off the side of her skull!
LEG KICK & ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHa37OmbSCw
Jenny’s head snapped to the side and she would’ve slopped out flat on her face if the vindictive Aussie hadn’t grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up in some sort of rubber-kneed mockery of verticality. Still too focused on punishment to bother with words, Mal whipped around, caught her foe in a Three Quarters Facelock and went down on one knee to flip Jenny onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Thus granted open access to the blonde’s back, Slade stood tall and drilled a cringe-worthy Soccer Kick between opposing shoulders.
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1XebQ4j27o
“FAHK!” Jenny cursed aloud as the blow arched her back and froze her hands into claws that reached for nothing. What it did not do was lay her out flat, so Mal turned around and hit the ropes on Jacobs’s six to ensure she’d have that much more momentum when she bounced off the strands on the opposite side of the squared circle. The patter of boots caught Jenny’s attention enough to raise her head, which proved a costly mistake as it gave the Tigress a perfect shot at her chest. There was a heavy THWHACK followed by a roar from the crowd as the Penalty Kick left Jacobs smeared all over the mat.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJtcpefG0t4
Dropped to her knees after that last shot, Slade hurried back to Jenny but still didn’t go for a cover. Instead she twined her fingers in the blonde’s battle-damp hair and hauled her upright. Maneuvering behind the other wrestler, Mal reached through Jacobs’s legs with her right hand, grabbed hold of Double J’s right wrist and pulled it back through. Soon as that was done she pinned Jenny’s left arm behind her back with a Chickenwing, thus ensuring the former World Champion was defenseless when Slade crouched down and popped her hips in a high, gorgeous bridge that THWHUMPED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders. Hooked on tight through the landing, Mal bridged onto tiptoes in hopes of keeping Jacobs down for the…
RAZORBACK @ 5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=48vUQSxq9sE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds tore free of the cradle with half a second to spare, her show of resilience earning some boos for Nick Castle. Mallory didn’t bother to question the count, in fact she was already on her feet en route for a corner directly behind her flattened foe. Settling in back against the buckles, Slade finally took a moment to adjust her distended togs and the relieved little sigh this brought only sharpened her resolve. With Jenny still fighting off her knees, Mal raised both hands over her head and started to clap.
The FAWNatics picked up on it immediately, making Slade grateful not only for their support, but for the auditory cover. Indeed, Jenny had no idea of the brunette’s location nor did she hear it when Mallory exploded out of her corner and immediately ducked into a flawless somersault. Instinct warned Jenny at the last second, but that just meant she got enough time to turn around before Slade popped up in a gorgeous vertical leap and slammed both heels into her chest!
AUSSIE THUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icTKHQNXVEI
Knocked flat by this bolt of Aussie Thunder, Jenny retained the presence of mind to defend against a pin by rolling onto her stomach, though she was too shaken by the flurry of offense to understand the implication when no pin came. That’s because Mallory was already back on her feet and heading for the opposite corner, where she quickly dipped out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district. This brought another round of cheers from the Spring Breakers and Mal took the opportunity to thank them with the Superfly sigil raised high overhead. From there she leapt from her perch in a flawless old school Splash that brought her washboard abs THWHAMMING down atop the small of Jacobs’s back! Moaning in anguish following the Splash, Jenny’s situation did not improve when Mal hooked the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back for the…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41T3_AObE18
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The NorCal Sensation got a shoulder off the mat so late that Nick had to throw a signal at the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell in error. When that was settled he had to convey the same information to Slade, who greeted him with three raised fingers. “Sorry Mal, it was only two. A very long two, but not quite three.”
The Tigress sighed and nodded her head. “That’s what I thought. Don’t go far, Nick. I’m in no mood to drag this out.”
The ref obliged by only clearing off to minimum safe distance, which still gave the brunette more than enough room for her next move. With Jacobs prone on her back in the middle of the ring, Slade took hold of her ankles and hoisted her legs up in a wide ‘V’. Rather than step through for a Sharpshooter or around for a Figure Four, Slade crossed Jenny’s left leg over her right thigh, then stepped over with her right leg so that the blonde’s left shin was trapped between Mal’s encroaching thigh and Jenny’s left leg. At that point Jenny started to come round, the discombobulated battler reaching up in hopes of grabbing hold of her rival, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to keep Slade from using the gammy tangle to roll Jacobs onto her stomach. Leaning forward in a predatory crouch that saw the former champ’s stems braced / trapped against Mallory’s right shin and left thigh. Even then it was awkward and unpleasant but hardly unbearable, which was why the Innovator managed to drag the both of them a little bit closer to the ropes before Mal CRAAACKED a vicious open palmed slap between her shoulders!
“BYTCH!” Jenny hissed, then pulled her arms snug against her chest in case the Australian stunner tried to collect her arms. A sound defense if Slade was thinking Surfboard, alas that was not the case, as Jacobs realized when Mallory grabbed a double handful of hair. “HAIR! Hair, Nick!” she barked as Slade craaaaaanked her head back at a painful angle.
“Off her hair, Mal.” Nick cajoled. “Don’t make me cou--oh ouch.”
Mallory BWUUUNKED her foe’s face into the canvas with an improvised Curbstomp that left Jacobs dazed with both arms undefended. But Slade still didn’t go for a Surfboard. Rather she laced her hands across the Innovator’s chin, dipped her knees and REEEEFED back on a hellaciously augmented Regal Stretch!
DEADLY NIGHTSLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ws0zKjxTH0
“How’s that feel, girl?” Mal taunted as she bounced the blonde’s head up and down. “I think it works fine just like this, but for a bytch like you I could always spice it up a bit…” to that end she halved the Chinlock, reached down with her free hand and finally returned the wedgie receipt from earlier in the match!
Jenny hissed and snarled, though she devoted her energy to crawling toward the ropes rather than complain about the trunk tugging. Sensing Jacobs’s progress was quicker than she would’ve liked, Slade doubled down on the Chinlock again and pulled hard enough to make Jenny brace her palms against the mat to alleviate the pressure. “Submit, girl.” the Tigress demanded. “I’ve got you locked down.”
“The hell you do.” Jenny dug in her claws and gained another few inches.
“The hell I don’t.”
Mal halved the Chinlock a second time, brushed the hair away from Jenny’s neck and neatly undid the knot holding her top in place!
This didn’t actually result in a wardrobe malfunction, however Jacobs knew Slade could strip her to the waist with the mere flick of a wrist if she chose to do so. “Bytch, you don’t even know what you’ve just donNNEEERRRRHHHH!”
Mallory went back to the Chinlock and jounced it harder than ever, the brunette’s sinewy arms just shredding into sharp relief as she tried to force a surrender from the tough as nails veteran. Doing his best not to cringe over the increasingly unpleasant angle of Jenny’s neck, Nick dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Jen? Need me to call for the bell?”
Jacobs waggled a frantic ‘J’ in his face, then transformed it into a defiant one-finger salute aimed at her tormentor.
“Still tuff enough to joke around, are ya?” Slade muttered. “Let’s see how you feel with your top in the AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!”
The Innovator got back to basics with a mouthful of Mal’s right hand that made the bendyback forget about everything but freeing her digits from Jacobs’s maw. Abandoning the Chinlock to snag a handful of hair alleviated it to a certain extent, however Jenny used her newfound freedom to wrest her legs from Slade’s control and from there it wasn’t long before she’d made it to one knee.
Increasingly angry with the blonde’s tenacious gnawing, Mal redoubled her efforts on Jenny’s hair, pulling until she felt the other woman hiss against her trapped fingers. “Spit it out right now, girl.” she threatened. “Or I’ll snatch you bald and NNNNNGGGHH!”
Jenny powered to verticality only to drive a swift kick into Slade’s left thigh just above the knee. The result was a jolt of pain that dropped her to her knees in a single stroke. Upside, this new arrangement caused Jenny to spit her fingers out posthaste. Downside, the NorCal Sensation traded it in for a Front Facelock, then kicked her right leg forward and laid out flat to THWHONK the crown of Mal’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Snap DDT transformed Slade from Tigress to tent spike to tiger-skin rug in a span of heartbeats, the glassy eyed battler stretched out in a hapless sprawl in the center of the ring.
SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCx1SRbiwXs
A handful of the most fanatical Jacobites urged their leader to go for a cover, a suggestion that Jenny summarily ignored in favor of hauling her prey up with a double handful of hair. This gave way to a Standing Headscissors that Jacobs souped up by reaching under her foe’s torso to grab Slade’s right wrist in her right hand and vice versa. Remarkably calm for someone who’d only recently escaped a torturous human knot, Jenny muscled Mallory upside down, keeping her there just long enough to let the brunette think about it. Then she kicked her feet forward and sat out, once again SPIKING the Aussie’s skull against the deck, this time with a Straightjacket Piledriver. Undone top be damned, Jacobs shoved her burden aside and hooked the far leg so she could hook in a Back Press good for the…
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcc3So4risM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mallory shot a shoulder off the mat with a half tic to spare, the convulsive suddenness of it making many fans wonder if it was nothing more than muscle memory.
As for Jenny, she didn’t wonder or particularly care one way or the other, she simply kept an eye on Slade while she redid the knot holding her top in place. “Oh, shut the hell up.” the blonde snapped to the jeers brought on by her sartorial adjustment. “Tell ya what, here’s something you idiots might actually appreciate.” Helping herself to Mallory’s left wrist and a handful of ponytail, Jenny got to her feet and forced the Tigress to do the same. Slade’s knees shivered hard more than once, but Jacobs steadied her until the worst of it passed, then relinquished the hair-hold to double down on the Wristlock. From there she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Slade hurtling into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Double J slammed on the brakes and reeled Mal back in, the blonde dipping ever so slightly to get under Slade’s right arm while simultaneously threading her own right arm across Mallory’s chest.
T’was Jenny-Cide all over again, at least it would’ve been if the bronzed bendyback hadn’t jabbed the point of her right elbow into the back of Jacobs’s head once, twice, three times! Jacobs let loose and stumbled away, one hand rubbing at the base of her nogg-- Mallory caught the retreating Innovator and spun her around for “UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Jenny leaned into brunette’s assistance and lashed out her left arm to catch Slade on the point of the jaw with a murderous Back Elbow that turned her inside out!
BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctviZKPrg2M
Reduced to a smoldering, tiger-striped ruin in the wake of that murderous blow, Mallory offered no complaint when Jacobs shoveled her onto her back, hooked on at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to a spot near the center of the ring. Discarding the captured limbs once she had Mal in the drop zone, Jenny strode to the edge of the ring and vaulted onto the apron only to immediately reclaim control of the top strand. No taunts, posturing or other theatrics, the former World Champion stayed uncharacteristically quiet as she leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and vaulted into a tight tuck followed by 450 degrees worth of ab-shredding destruct--“OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Mallory raised her knees, ensuring the blonde lost every bit of oxygen in her lungs the instant she landed. Even more important, Slade curled her left arm around the back of Jenny’s oblivious head and shifted onto her side to stack Double J on her shoulders. A desperate gambit to be sure and she went all in by threading her right leg over Jacobs’s calves while Castle and the incredulous FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Jenny exploded free and came up with two fingers raised only to snarl in disgust when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
“Gimme a break, Castle! Are you really going to raise her hand? Bytch can barely stand!” Jenny barked as the zebra helped the winded Australian regain her footing.
Slade’s jaw was clenched in a painful grimace, yet it transformed into an unquestionably satisfied smile when Nick did indeed raise her hand. Pulling away from the ref, she wasted no time getting in the Innovator’s face. “Looks like you lost, girlie. So why don’t you do yourself a favor and get out of this ring before it gets embarrassing for both of--”
CRAAACK!
Jenny slapped the Tigress across the mouth hard enough to send her into the ropes. “Piss off you gangly little shit.” Jacobs sneered. “That was a fluke and you know--”
Mallory put the Innovator’s head on a swivel with her answering slap and Jenny would’ve kicked off round two if Castle hadn’t stepped between them. “Match is over, Jenny. If you’ve got a problem with the officiating, you can take it up with me when the show is over.”
Jenny didn’t take her eyes off Mallory. “I’ve got no problem with you, Castle. My issue is strictly with this fluke that’s about to get her face slapped into the upper deck.”
Slade’s grin dropped away, replaced by a remarkably predatory scowl. “I’m ready for round three whenever you are, girl. But unless you throw down right now you better get the hell out of my ring.”
Jacobs’s hands curled into fists and she managed a step forward before Nick wedged a shoulder between his charges.
“Hit the showers, Jenny.” he warned. “I mean it.” Jenny shook her head in disgust. “Savor this moment, Slade. It’s the last you’ll ever get at my expense.”
“Enjoy your Walk of Shame, honey.”
The infuriated Innovator countered with a pair of birds, then slipped through the ropes and stormed up the ramp, swatting and snarling at the fans every step of the way.
Back in the ring Mallory knew she should treat herself to a victory lap, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the departing blonde. “Wounded ya tonight, girl.” Slade whispered. “Got you leaving a blood trail anybody could follow. And the next time we meet? You’re not gonna walk away.”