Rematch! Emily vs Jack: POW match

Emily vs Jack
POW match: Win by handcuffing your opponent.
Special stipulations: No-DQ
Loser is the property of the winner for the next 24 hours.


Emily sat in the locker room, a tiny bit giddy about the match ahead. Perhaps it was the fact that this would be a rematch, or perhaps it was that she happened to like her current opponent. Either way, there was a spring in Emily's step as she made her way down to the ring, clad only in the usual summer dress. The Changeling climbed up into the ring, the fragrances of Spring following her in along with a refreshing breeze, and eased into a corner, anxious to see how this would go.

The usual theme for Jack began playing, and the spirit shot into the arena like a bullet, dropping a few snowballs down on the audience as he went. The cheers rang out loud and clear, and everyone was chanting his name. Giving a small laugh, Jack landed gracefully on the corner post. Seeing Emily, he gave a cheery wave.

"Just couldn't get enough of me could you?" he teased with a wink, pausing to remove his sweater. He smirked at her, "A bit of a treat for you. Plus this place gets way too hot for a sweater!"

He mimed fanning himself and suppressed a chuckle, waiting for the bell to ring.

Emily couldn't help but laugh as the spirit shot into the arena, the irony of a spirit of such a season being so energetic not at all lost on her.

"Or maybe you couldn't get enough of me," Emily teased, "But if you're sweating already, are you sure you won't end up melting once this gets underway?"

As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling Emily to step out of her corner, waiting for Jack to make a move.

Once the bell rang, Jack moved out of the corner. ready to face Emily. A smile crossed his face at her comment, "Let's wait and see!"

Going for the lock up, he found himself inches from her face, "I just think you wanted a handsome slave for the night....you could have just called."

Slowly, he began to overpower her and push her back to the corner.

"Maybe," Emily mused even as she was slowly pushed back into her corner, "But where would be the fun in that?"

Off balance as she was, there wasn't much Emily could really do, so she simply did what she could to push back, trying to maintain her already tenuous balance.

Jack leaned in close, "Oh I'm sure you have a great imagination. You could surprise me."

Shoving her into the corner, he speared her in the gut, hoping to knock the air out of her, then if it connected he could have his fun with her. He would grab her shoulder and keep her standing.

"If I really tried, sure," Emily said, sounding somewhat strained as he shoved her the rest of the way back into her corner. The Changeling groaned with the impact just in time for the air to be forced from her as Jack speared her right into the turnbuckle. Groaning, Emily was kept from bending over by Jack's hand on her shoulder, the Changeling too dazed to prevent whatever was coming next.

Smirking, the spirit leaned close, brushing some hair out of her eyes, "Then try sweetheart."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek before lifting her up. He held her in his grasp for a few moments before throwing her back down to the mat.

"Don't worry," Emily shot back, "I will. Though, I don't think you'd like to try most of those things in a place as public as this."

With that, the Changeling yelped as she was lifted up, struggling fruitlessly for a few seconds before she was thrown back down. The Changeling lay there for the moment, dazed and moaning in pain.

Knowing that he had her, Jack pulled her to her feet, leaning her against the ropes, before leaning close and planting soft kisses on her neck. "What's wrong Emily? Getting all hot and bothered?"