The Mane Squeeze
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Then the Furriers took her down anyway, slamming her to the track.
The crowd cheered and booed with equal vigor and Lock let out a breath.
Youre worried about her, Roxy observed, although her eyes stayed focused on the track.
Of course hes worried, his mother answered for him. Theyre going after your daughter like a polar after a baby seal. He doesnt want her irreparably harmed.
Suddenly incredibly strong hands gripped Locks face, squeezing his cheeks so hard his lips pursed out and it hurt.
You, Roxy said, with what Lock would consider an inordinate amount of enthusiasm, are a sweet, sweet grizzly. She squeezed harder. I just adore you, baby-boy.
Struggling with his desire to knock Roxy out of the stands merely to get her hands off his face, Lock said,
Tank you. Which was the best he could manage with her squeezing so hard.
Mom approval, Jess whispered in his ear once Roxy had released her hold. Check.
Quiet.
Gwen waited in the infield with her team while the refs conferred with the coaches and captains.
Theyre probably going to go into overtime. You up for that?
Gwen nodded at Blaynes question and took the clean rag she handed her so she could wipe off some of the sweat and blood.
What about your shoulder?
Itll hold up. I just need Ma to shove it back into place.
Cherry rolled over to them and stopped in front of Gwen. This is the dealtheir team has four girls out, we have about five. Only two from each team were out due to injuries. The others had been thrown out of the game during a particularly nasty melee, which led to the four game-ending injuries. Plus, they called a personal foul on Gwenie.
Which means what? Blayne asked.
Theyve suggested a two-lap duel with Gwen.
The Babes rolled their eyes, threw up their hands, and made all sorts of noises suggesting annoyance, but Gwen didnt. Yet she could understand their annoyance. If she made it around the track twice, shed get two automatic points and theyd win the East Coast championship. But she wouldnt be out on that track alone. One player from the other team would be out there with her and there were even fewer rules in the two-lap duel than there were in general. That player could cut through the infield, use the bodies of other teammates to slow Gwen down, or stomp on Gwen with her skates. A no-holds-barred event.
Who suggested it? Gwen asked while her teammates grumbled.
Cherry smirked. McNelly.
Forget it, Blayne said.
Im in.
Blaynegrabbed her arm. Excuse us. She dragged Gwen a bit away from the team and asked, Have you lost your damn mind?
Im in, Blayne. Im doing this. Just me and her.
I love you, Gwen. I really do. But youve lost your fucking mind. That bitch could care less whether you get any points out there. All she cares about is killing you. Killing you
a lot.
Im doing it.
Why?
Because she needs to learn there are liabilities to being a prick.
Good plan if she werent a sociopath.
Im doing it. She looked over at Cherry. Im in.
You sure?
No! Blayne barked.
Yeah. Im sure. She focused back on Blayne. Im doing this.
Youre an idiot.
She leaned against her friend. You sweet talker you. Now shove my shoulder back, I cant wait for Ma.
Thats right, folks! the announcer gleefully intoned. Its going to be a two-lap duel. Two minutes have been put on the clock. If the jammer makes it around the track twice, the Assault and Battery Park Babes win. If the blocker keeps her from getting around the track in those two minutes, the Staten Island Furriers win!
Oooh! Brody MacRyrie applauded behind Ric. A two-lap duel! How exciting!
But when Ric looked at his friend, all he could see was panic in the bears eyes and he worried that the grizzly was about to do something stupid.
Im sure its fine, Ric tried to assure him, using his most calming voice. Always best to keep the grizzlies calm and rational. Did these people have any concept what a crazed bear could do to their precious stadium? Right, Roxy? Its going to be fine, right?
Roxy was busy chewing her lip until she realized both men were staring at her, waiting for their fears to be assuaged. She stopped, forced a smile, and said, Im sure shell be fine.
You are
lying to me! Lock growled, making Smitty tense up since Jess was still resting around the bears shoulders like a mink stole.
Baby-boy, now calm down. Roxy took Locks hand in hers and patted it. My Gwenie knows what shes doing.
Your Gwenie will do anything to make sure her team wins, because she hates that woman so much. And although your daughter is, on most days, a little psychotic, Donna McNelly is a
sociopath. She just wants to kill her.
Roxy let out a sigh. I know. Wait. How was
that helpful?
The crowd cheered and booed with equal vigor and Lock let out a breath.
Youre worried about her, Roxy observed, although her eyes stayed focused on the track.
Of course hes worried, his mother answered for him. Theyre going after your daughter like a polar after a baby seal. He doesnt want her irreparably harmed.
Suddenly incredibly strong hands gripped Locks face, squeezing his cheeks so hard his lips pursed out and it hurt.
You, Roxy said, with what Lock would consider an inordinate amount of enthusiasm, are a sweet, sweet grizzly. She squeezed harder. I just adore you, baby-boy.
Struggling with his desire to knock Roxy out of the stands merely to get her hands off his face, Lock said,
Tank you. Which was the best he could manage with her squeezing so hard.
Mom approval, Jess whispered in his ear once Roxy had released her hold. Check.
Quiet.
Gwen waited in the infield with her team while the refs conferred with the coaches and captains.
Theyre probably going to go into overtime. You up for that?
Gwen nodded at Blaynes question and took the clean rag she handed her so she could wipe off some of the sweat and blood.
What about your shoulder?
Itll hold up. I just need Ma to shove it back into place.
Cherry rolled over to them and stopped in front of Gwen. This is the dealtheir team has four girls out, we have about five. Only two from each team were out due to injuries. The others had been thrown out of the game during a particularly nasty melee, which led to the four game-ending injuries. Plus, they called a personal foul on Gwenie.
Which means what? Blayne asked.
Theyve suggested a two-lap duel with Gwen.
The Babes rolled their eyes, threw up their hands, and made all sorts of noises suggesting annoyance, but Gwen didnt. Yet she could understand their annoyance. If she made it around the track twice, shed get two automatic points and theyd win the East Coast championship. But she wouldnt be out on that track alone. One player from the other team would be out there with her and there were even fewer rules in the two-lap duel than there were in general. That player could cut through the infield, use the bodies of other teammates to slow Gwen down, or stomp on Gwen with her skates. A no-holds-barred event.
Who suggested it? Gwen asked while her teammates grumbled.
Cherry smirked. McNelly.
Forget it, Blayne said.
Im in.
Blaynegrabbed her arm. Excuse us. She dragged Gwen a bit away from the team and asked, Have you lost your damn mind?
Im in, Blayne. Im doing this. Just me and her.
I love you, Gwen. I really do. But youve lost your fucking mind. That bitch could care less whether you get any points out there. All she cares about is killing you. Killing you
a lot.
Im doing it.
Why?
Because she needs to learn there are liabilities to being a prick.
Good plan if she werent a sociopath.
Im doing it. She looked over at Cherry. Im in.
You sure?
No! Blayne barked.
Yeah. Im sure. She focused back on Blayne. Im doing this.
Youre an idiot.
She leaned against her friend. You sweet talker you. Now shove my shoulder back, I cant wait for Ma.
Thats right, folks! the announcer gleefully intoned. Its going to be a two-lap duel. Two minutes have been put on the clock. If the jammer makes it around the track twice, the Assault and Battery Park Babes win. If the blocker keeps her from getting around the track in those two minutes, the Staten Island Furriers win!
Oooh! Brody MacRyrie applauded behind Ric. A two-lap duel! How exciting!
But when Ric looked at his friend, all he could see was panic in the bears eyes and he worried that the grizzly was about to do something stupid.
Im sure its fine, Ric tried to assure him, using his most calming voice. Always best to keep the grizzlies calm and rational. Did these people have any concept what a crazed bear could do to their precious stadium? Right, Roxy? Its going to be fine, right?
Roxy was busy chewing her lip until she realized both men were staring at her, waiting for their fears to be assuaged. She stopped, forced a smile, and said, Im sure shell be fine.
You are
lying to me! Lock growled, making Smitty tense up since Jess was still resting around the bears shoulders like a mink stole.
Baby-boy, now calm down. Roxy took Locks hand in hers and patted it. My Gwenie knows what shes doing.
Your Gwenie will do anything to make sure her team wins, because she hates that woman so much. And although your daughter is, on most days, a little psychotic, Donna McNelly is a
sociopath. She just wants to kill her.
Roxy let out a sigh. I know. Wait. How was
that helpful?
