Winter squeals in surprise, closing her eyes and burying her face in his back, squeezing him a little. After she catches her breath from the unexpected adrenaline rush, she opens her eyes and laughs. She throws her head back with a broad smile.
The other man, a larger brute of a Canadian picks the Filipino up and throws him; the small man comes crashing through the rails. Ivy helps him up and checks for major injuries. She murmurs to him, a hand on his shoulder. "Trust me," she urges him when he looks at her like she was crazy. "I'm a street fighter," she adds. The man's eyes widen and he nods, looking to Jacob. "Boyfriend?" he asks Ivy. Ivy nods, smiling, "Yes, sir." The man clasps Jacob's shoulder, "She's a keeper." With that, he winks at Ivy and jumps back into the ring. Ivy's left smiling broadly. "Woah," she breathes.