( // I'm so confused right now, lol. I think I'll write a kickout just in case...) 

Jennie doesn't have the strength to power out from two pinning her, so she panic-retreives the booster needle Holly gave to everyone in the group for when they travel the mean streets of XTREEEEEEEEEEEEEME! 

Jennie jabs it into her own leg and, with a bombastic roar, KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY. 

Old Man Scoops rockets into the wall, landing on the ground thereafter. 

Game Girl is sent flying upward into the ceiling, breaking it to pieces before plummeting face-first onto the floor. 

Scoops is on all fours when a piece of the falling ceiling clobbers him prone. Poor old man. 

Jennie growls as she sits up Undertaker style, frothing at the mouth, eyes wide, veins bulging. 

The Nicklechick snaps her head, not toward Game Girl, not toward Scoops, but toward Noah, their handy-dandy cameraman. 

Noah realizes this and tries to flee, but Jennie power-shoves him against a wall and slams his camera to the ground, breaking it into pieces. 

Noah tries fighting back, but it's useless. She has him pinned against the wall, her forearm barred against his throat. 

Her teeth bear an unladylike sneer as she growls out words... "You're too smart for your own good, Noah." It's true. Noah's the smarty-pants who'd alerted Scoops and Game Girl to the rules snafu. "I should make you pay for that, but..." She turns her head, locking hard eye contact with the barely moving bodies of Game Girl and Scoops, before turning her attention back to Noah. "..I have a soft spot for intelligent men." 

Jennie suddenly crushes Noah's lips with her own. It's a powerful, dominant, primal, sexually gratuitous KISS, complete with tongue and lip biting. 

The kiss lasts for ten seconds before Jennie ceases, leaving Noah with a bloodied bottom lip from her parting bite. She leaves him standing there, frozen in fear? Shock? Awe? Arousal? 

Taking the X-Treme title into her hand, the Nicklechick walks near Game Girl, who's elbow-crawling toward her with fury in her eyes. Jennie holds the title by one end, letting the opposing end dangle tauntingly close to Game Girl's outstretched hand. 

"Come on, Gamey. It's right here. You're so close. Come on.." Jennie lets Game Girl's finger get within a fraction of an inch before yanking the title just a few inches farther away. Rinse. Repeat. 

"Fight, Game Girl. Fight! FIGHT!" With a sudden lunge, Game Girl's finger grazes the title's plating. "Atta-girl!" Jennie screams as if she's actually proud of her. 

*WHAM!* 

Curb-Stomp out of nowhere. 

Not from Jennie Nickles. 

It's from Jenny Myst. 

"Oh, come on, Jenny! I was trying to make a whole promo thing out of this. Feud-building stuff."