Jordynne was surprised how much she enjoyed the kiss. She had never seriously thought about kissing women since she left high school. Now though she wondered why. It was quite nice, and Ronda was much less scare when she was locking lips with her.
Still, Jordynne had done this for a reason and she didn't come this far to lose. She wanted that damn NWA Women's title. Jordynne grabbed her, got up and hit her with a Michinoku driver II and went for the pin. Ronda kicked out at 2 3/4. Ronda staggered to her feet, Jordynne went behind her and hit her with a Fisherman suplex. Another cover attempt, another kick out.
Jordynne pulled Ronda up into a bearhug submission. Ronda fought out with repeated elbows. Ronda rolled her up for a 2 count.
"Better get used to being under me babe. Cause that's what's going to happen tonight." Ronda said. Jordynne slapped her hard across the face.
"I'd like to see you try and top me." Jordynne said. She didn't know what had gotten into her to say that. Maybe adrenaline. But for some reason the idea of being on top of Ronda had it's appeal.
Ronda responded with a slap of her own. Jordynne geared things up with a forearm, which Ronda responded with a forearm of her own.
"Lita...you don't want to do that." Trish said.
"Why? Seems to me like you might be able to infect people with whatever you have." Lita said.
"I know we haven't always gotten along. But we've been friends. And we've been through a lot. You have to trust me that this is for the best." Trish said.
"Thing is, I'm not talking just to Trish right? I'm talking to the infection as well." Lita said.
"No...Lita..." Trish said, then she closed her eyes and reached out to Lita's mind. She tried sending thoughts about the gods, messages to trust Trish, anything that might convince Lita. Really this psychic bombing was her last chance. At any moment Ruby and Asuka could drive off, or the CDC or other authorities might show up.
"So...you've been chosen by the gods huh." Lita said, she looked thoughtful.
"Yes. I thought you'd understand in the end." Trish said.
"I see. I had to test you. Just to make sure you weren't one of the dark ones." Lita said.
"Dark...ones?" Trish asked.
"Yes. The ones who've polluted the pollen. They didn't know it, at least as far as I can tell, but they are the puppets of dark forces. They found what would have been the pollen that could save the world by bringing it into balance. But because they were under the spell of these dark gods, this pollen was infected. The goal of these entities is to wipe out the human race, and begin creation anew under their dominion." Lita said.
"How...do you know all this?" Trish said.
"Your not the only chosen one." Lita said.
"Now who were you looking for?" Lita asked.
"These outfits suck." Billie said.
"They are utterly awful." Peyton said.
"Like hospital outfits knocked up prison uniforms. These things make me look fat." Billie said.
"Please. Billie you look dead sexy no matter what. You could wear a potato sack and look like a goddess, and these outfits aren't far off." Peyton said.
"Really? I don't like how these pants cling to my butt." Billie said.
"Take them off then. Won't be getting any complaints from me." Peyton said. Billie didn't need to be asked twice.
"Peyton, you're like the best girlfriend ever. I'm so happy I'm a lesbian now so that I can be with you." Billie said climbing back into the bunk Peyton was on, now in only her underwear.
"Me too. We're the most iconic lesbian couple of all time." Peyton said.
"And I see another iconic pair in front of me now." Peyton said, her eyes leering at Billie's breasts. Billie giggled.
"Take a closer look then. Maybe reach out and touch them." Billie said.
The bed was rocking not long after.
Tests revealed that for unknown reasons, the IIconics body temperature stayed the most level of all those infected and detained. The Director instructed those watching them to carefully note their routine and see if their behavior might offer an insight as to what was happening with the couple. The Director believed that could be their salvation, or at least buy time for their other patients.
Ronda and Jordynne got to their feet still exchanging strikes. Ronda and Jordynne were both hurting pretty badly and a bit dazed. Neither of them were willing to give in. The two stopped their exchange for a bit. Ronda glared at her and began moving in closer, asking Jordynne to continue her assault.
Jordynne was very horny and very desperate. So, once again, she went for a kiss, this time really putting her passion into it, and finally letting her hands stray to Ronda's firm bum. Ronda couldn't do anything but accept and she did so enthusiastically.
Jordynne picked her up and hit the Fall from Grace and immediately went for the pin. The ref counted one. The ref counted two. But three never came.
Jordynne only had to look up to see why.
The Arena had suddenly been flooded by CDC agents and police. A voice came over the loudspeakers.
"All female wrestlers and any women that have interacted with the female wrestlers needs to come with us. You might have been infected by a disease. The only way we can treat you is if you come with us. Do not resist."
Jordynne looked down and Ronda was nowhere to be seen. She had gotten up and begun staggering defiantly to the ropes. She was staring over them into the sea of people.
"I'm not going to any facility. I'm not sick." Ronda said.
Jordynne got to her feet. She wasn't going down easily either.
The battle was about to begin.