Post by dsb on May 13, 2019 18:11:09 GMT
Allowing himself a moment to prepare for what came next, the Announcer raised his mic with no noticeable trembling in that arm. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight and hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness, this is ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the former World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Looking more focused (read: dangerous) than ever in her first pay-per-view since losing the Big Belt to Susannah Burlingame, Brewster tilted her head back and took a breath so deep it seemed she caught the scent of the entire audience. The expression on her face suggested it would do in a pinch, but in truth there was only arterial vintage that interested her tonight. Satisfied with the Spring Break killing floor, the Goddess of Gore started down the aisle toward the squared circle. For this… slaughter of a little bird too stupid to stay dead, FAWN’s Sanguinaire Smoke Show wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stomped up the steps climbed through the ropes and immediately claimed the corner nearest the stage. “I took your eye the first time we met, little bird.” Brewster murmured as the camera drew in close. “Tonight I take your neck… and a few pints for my trouble.” Message delivered, she dropped down from the buckles and glided to the opposite corner where she let Al Carpenter check her pads and boots with none of the usual threatening theatrics. In hindsight, this should’ve warned everyone about what happened next.
Lorde was still faint on the speakers when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Arena and a massive unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ reaching near cult status after her record-setting stint as FAWN’s first ‘Oil Baroness’. The Spring Breakers cheered all the louder when Emily’s Lady in Waiting stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Making a point to lock eyes with, then look away from the woman waiting in the far corner, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. Already loud, her supporters kicked it up that much higher when their heroine turned the signature into a pair of very different birds aimed directly at Adelaide Brewster.
For her return to pay-per-view following the eye injury at Season’s Beatings, Lenore wore strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs
Lemarchand wasn’t even halfway down the ramp when Adelaide dipped through the ropes and hit the floor at a dead run! Al didn’t see the former World Champion take her leave but Lenore most certainly did. Increasing her own pace once Brewster rounded the corner to reach the aisle proper, the Courtier stretched her arms wide and barked, “HERE I AM, BYTCH! COME AND GET ME!”
Adelaide did as bade, the Weeping Angel picking up speed even as she lowered a shoulder to drive it through Lenore’s be--THWHACK!
The Raven caught her incoming adversary with a perfectly timed kick to the chest! Brewster’s momentum was such that not even a heavy shot could fully negate her encroachment, but it slowed enough for Lemarchand to corral her head in a rough Front Facelock. Yoking up on the grip for the simple joy of grinding her forearm into the other brunette’s throat, Lenore crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED no less than half a dozen Forearm Smashes against her foe’s upper back and shoulders. “That’s right, on your knees, Addy.” Lemarchand growled when Brewster crumpled to one knee. “Get on your knees and pray I’m feeling mercifUUUNNNGGHH!”
The Weeping Angel hooked both arms behind Lenore’s knees and yanked her legs out from under, sending the startled battler to her back with a heavy THWUMP! Wresting her noggin free of Lemarchand’s grasp just in time to avoid an impromptu DDT, Adelaide threw a leg over Lenore’s waist, grabbed a massive handful of hair and rained down a veritable deluge of punches on the other brunette’s forehead!
“Mercy is for the weak, you one-eyed slut.” Brewster snarled as gave her knuckles a thorough workout. “And it is far, FAR removed from what I’m going to do to you ton--” Lenore caught the zealot’s punchin’ wrist in both hands to hold her steady, then sank her teeth into Adelaide’s forearm! “HEATHEN BYTCH!” the Queen of Nightmares shrieked in rage and pain, then relinquished the hair-hold so she could press a claw directly to the Raven’s cheeks. “I’ll peel your arrogant face off strip by stripEEERRRRRRRRHH!”
Lenore smashed her thumb against the pressure point on the underside of Adelaide’s wrist to send a lightning bolt of pain shooting all the way to her shoulder! Jaw clenched against the pain, Brewster flattened her claw into a paddle and SLAPPED Lenore’s mouth three times before going back to the hair to haul them both to boot-leather. “Stupid little bird.” Adelaide hissed. “Should’ve accepted your punishment and stayed out of my way. Now you’re NO! LET GO! LET ME F*CKING GO!”
Understandably hesitant to do so, Al Carpenter tightened his loop around the zealot’s waist and managed to prize her off Lemarchand. The ‘LET THEM FIGHT!’ chants were immediate and emphatic but the referee didn’t even consider them until he’d placed himself between Bat and Raven. “ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF THIS SHYT!” he hollered, both arms extended in a ’T’ for maximum separation. “YOU TWO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW OR--”
Lemarchand juked around his warding palm and pushed off her back foot to bury a shoulder in Adelaide’s midsection! But while Brewster sought the floor, Lenore caught her brunette around the thighs and hoisted her off the floor so she could charge across the aisle and BWAAANG Adelaide’s lower back into the steel guardrail! Straightening up when Brewster slopped against the barricade, Lenore snatched a handful of hair, yanked the Churchgoer’s head back and maaaaassshed her thumb into Adelaide’s left eye!
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it, bytch?” Lemarchand’s pretty face was ugly with hate as she wrought her ocular vengeance. “C’mon, Brewster. Tell me how cool you’ll look rocking a f*cking eye pat--”
“DAMMIT LENORE, DON’T DO THAT!” Carpenter hooked an arm around his charge’s bicep and tore her away from the sputtering former World Champion.
“SHE PUT ME ON THE SHELF FOR MONTHS, CARPENTER!” Lenore roared at the zebra. “SHE PAINTED A BULLS-EYE ON ME FOR EVERY BYTCH IN FAWN TO NNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Brewster folded Lemarchand around her shoulder with a truncated Spear that sent them both across the aisle on a sharp diagonal that BWAAANGED Lenore’s back against the barricade. “Mendoza stole my work.” Adelaide gripped the Raven’s cheeks in one hand, mashing them into a distended fish face. “Normally I’d be offended, but I did so love watching her humiliate you.” The Weeping Angel punctuated with a single Kneelift between the thighs, but rather than capitalize on Lenore’s breathy little ‘oooohhh’ of anguish, she ‘rounded on Al and hissed, “Sound the bell or I’ll drain her on the spot, arbiter.”
“You’re insane if you think I’m going to start this match with you two nowhere near the ring.” “Oh, is that all you require? Very well.”
Task set before her, Adelaide plunged both hands into Lenore’s hair, hauled her off the barrier and started for the squared circle at a brisk jog. Considering Al Carpenter’s spirited dedication to the officiating arts, he almost assuredly meant for both brunettes to get IN the ring, unfortunately Adelaide wasn’t quite done on the outside and she BWUUUNKED the Courtier’s forehead into the narrow ledge of the apron! Lemarchand grunted, took the bottom rope in one hand and drove her other elbow into Brewster’s midsection in an effort to create some separation.
But Adelaide had her hooks deep in Lenore’s dark hair and rather than back off she snuggled in beside her stunned opposition. Pressing Lemarchand’s cheek against the rough edge, the Daughter of Darkness leaned down and nibbled her prey’s right ear. “Did you think the Pit was the worst it could get?” she cooed. “You have no idea what’s in store for tonight. By the time I’m done you’ll be BEGGING to let Mendoza ride you like a pony!” With that she turned Lemarchand’s head so that her left eye socket was pressed to the rough, rounded edge of the apron.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!” Lenore screamed to wake the dead when Adelaide bore down and started to walk toward the far corner, the Queen of Nightmares just abrading her rival’s patrician features against the canvas with a cruel twist on a POV staple. Closing on the corner several seconds later, Brewster jerked her foe up on tiptoe and BWAAANKED her head against the unyielding steel. Lenore’s knees shimmied violently and she would’ve crumpled to her knees if she hadn’t hooked an arm around the post to maintain verticality for a little while longer.
“Dammit Adelaide, I said get it in the ring!” Carpenter barked once he’d closed on the action.
Brewster sauntered past the stunned Courtier, hopped onto the apron and smirked down at the official. “I will, arbiter. Approximately nineteen and a half seconds after you ring the bell.” With her terms stated plainly, Adelaide walked to the far edge of the apron before turning to Lenore. The bell finally CLANGED just as Brewster raced back the way she’d came for a ‘whicking’ Penalty Kick fired straight at Lemarchand’s fa--”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden caught Adelaide’s ankle in both hands and swung that leg back the other way to pitch Brewster into a facedown meeting with the apron! Adelaide shuddered without tumbling to the floor, so Lenore took hold of the ring skirt and peeled it away just far enough to nudge Brewster’s legs down on each side of the taut fabric. Gripping the skirt on either side of her adversary, Lenore jostled it up and down, forcing Adelaide to bounce in place for the unpleasant ride. Pleased by the grimace on Brewster’s face, Lemarchand sawed the skirt against those defenseless bottoms and murmured, “Learn to enjoy it, honey. Because I can promise you it only gets worse from here.”
Bracing her right hand against the apron to keep at least some of her weight off the improvised floss, Brewster snatched hold of Lenore’s hair with her free hand and tugged the Courtier close. “Yuuuhhh… your mouth alone is more than enough to finish a lesser woman.” the Daughter of Darkness growled. “How fortunate then that I am nothing like a lesser woman!” Adelaide jerked Lemarchand forward to THUNK a short Headbutt between her eyes, then abandoned her grip on the apron so she could jab that thumb into the other brunette’s ey--NO!
Lemarchand caught Brewster’s would-be spike in one hand and wrenched the digit back toward her wrist! Teeth bared in an ugly smile as the zealot snarled in pain, Lenore caught her foe above the eyebrow with a Headbutt of her own to ensure Adelaide was otherwise occupied when she pressed that hand flat against the apron. “Time you learned a lesson, bytch.” Lemarchand squeezed Brewster’s wrist until her knuckles showed white. “Go for my eye and I’ll break a finger.”
More than willing to prove this was no idle threat, Lenore put her free hand against the apron, pushed / hopped up and brought her right knee THUMPING down on the Churchgoer’s pinned hand! The tactic didn’t actually break anything, but it sure as hell didn’t feel too pleasant judging by the way Adelaide wrenched loose and stuffed those stinging fingers beneath her left armpit. “Heathen bytch.” she growled. “I don’t need hands to bury my teeth in your throaNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore palmed her head in both hands, sprang off the floor and THWONKED the point of her knee between Brewster’s eyes! The former World Champion slopped backward and would’ve collapsed to the floor with one leg still caught in the apron if Lemarchand hadn’t caught a hold of her top and reeled the stunned stunner into a Front Facelock.
“All right Lenore, that’s enough. Get her into the ring.”
The Raven blinked, looked at Al like she’d forgotten all about him. “Shyt, you rang the bell, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did. And I should’ve counted you both out ten seconds ago, but I didn’t want management on my ass for a non-finish. So get her in the ring, would ya?”
Lenore nodded, shifted the Facelock to a double handful of hair and took a giant step back so she could BWONK the true believer’s forehead against the apron. Then she looked to Carpenter and said, “Go on, get in and start counting. I’ll be in before you know it.”
Al looked like he didn’t quite believe her, but after a moment’s hesitation he rolled under the bottom rope and rose to one knee. “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
“Twenty seconds.” Lemarchand mulled as she fiddled with the tape wrapped around one wrist. “Just how much punishment can I inflict in twenty seconds?”
Struggling to return to something like verticality, Adelaide grabbed the apron with one hand and the bottom rope with the other. “Not enough, heathen.” she snarled. “Though every moment of your foolish prattle ensures I’ll HEY! LET GO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
A good question indeed. Lenore had laid claim to the other brunette’s wrists and stretched her arms out full length so they were on either side of the bottom rope. Back turned to the Weeping Angel, she cinched an arm around her foe’s elbows as well as the rubber-coated steel, all the better to keep Brewster from pulling free while she looped several lengths of her shorn wrist tape around Adelaide’s wrists! “Get me the f*ck out of here, Lemarchand!” Adelaide wrenched and tugged, then redoubled her efforts when the Raven slid under the bottom rope at ‘THIRTEEN!’ on Carpenter’s count.
“You really think this solves anything?” the Queen of Nightmares raged. “All it proves is that you’re afraid of--” Brewster fell silent when Lenore strode over to the corner behind her and climbed to the top rope. Suddenly aware of what the miserable heathen had in mind, Brewster shook her head ‘no’ and pulled at the wrist-tape bindings with all her might. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, BYTCH! DON’T YOU DANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Raven leapt from the high rent district with both knees pulled tight against her chest, all the better to THWHUMP a vile Double Stomp between her prey’s shoulders! The jolt tore Brewster’s hands free of Lemarchand’s trap but the continued encroachment of the ring skirt meant she slumped forward onto the apron instead of slopping to the floor. As for Lenore, she came to a stop after a few awkward steps and immediately threw the Raven sigil high overhead. “PROPHET, SAID I! THING OF EVIL-- PROPHET STILL, IF BIRD OR DEVIL!”
Offering their own hands in response, Lemarchand’s unkindness of fans answered back, “QUOTH THE RAVEN!”
“Nevermore.” Lenore whispered.
Turning her attention to the splattered Churchgoer, she collected Brewster at shoulder and hip and bulled her under the bottom rope after a few seconds of rough shoving. She slid in immediately thereafter and rolled Adelaide a little bit closer to the center before she bundled both legs and pointed opposing tush to the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide shot an arm into the air with half a second between her and a most emphatic loss.
“That was instinct, right?” Lemarchand asked once she’d buried a hand in Brewster’s hair. “I can’t believe a cowardly bytch like you would actually want to keep fighting.”
Adelaide responded with several angry punches to the Courtier’s tummy which in turn earned her a heavy Bionic Elbow to the top of the skull. Doubling down on the hair-pull just because she could, Emily’s Lady in Waiting hauled Brewster to her feet, switched over to a Wristlock and slung her into the far corner with an Irish Whip. She followed along only a few steps behind, meaning Adelaide had perhaps half a heartbeat between the time she BWUUUNGED into the buckles and the moment Lenore THWHAPPED her against the buckles with a high-flying Avalanche Splash!
It wasn’t a standard move in the bendyback’s arsenal but it might be on its way to the regular rotation if the smirk on Lemarchand’s face was any indication. “No wonder you had to go for my eye!” the Raven yanked Brewster out of the buckles, stepped in behind and slapped on a Waistlock. Grinding knotted fists into Adelaide’s belly, she snuggled in close and murmured in her ear. “It was the only place those grubby little claws could gain any purchOOOFFFHH!”
Brewster thrust her hips into the other brunette’s trim tummy then backed up as fast as she could to BWUUUNG Lemarchand into the corner. Lenore grunted but didn’t let go, so the Daughter of Darkness hit her with another hip smash, then followed it with a blindside elbow that caught the Courtier in the temple! Twisting loose the instant Lenore’s hands went loose, Adelaide spun around in a half circle and THWHACKED the heathen’s jaw with a vicious Discus Elbow. Lemarchand’s head snapped to the side and her legs shuddered something fierce, but the corner kept the brunette from plopping to her backside.
This realization had yet to dawn by the time Adelaide mounted the second rope and filled one hand with the other brunette’s hair. Delighting in the quick pant of Lemarchand’s breath against her abs, Brewster cooed, “I am going to destroy you, little bird.” On that pleasant prophecy she curled her free hand into a fist and began to rain down shots on Lenore’s forehead. Powerless to stay silent in such a situation, the capacity crowd kept score in time with Adelaide’s descending fist. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Brewster stopped, raised that hand high, then jabbed it down to raaaaaaaaaaake and swipe at her rival’s eyes!
Lemarchand shrieked, stamped her feet and scratched at Adelaide’s wrist, but in the end she had to rely on Carpenter’s count to end the callous punishment. Dropping away from her mount when the idiot official reached ’FOUR!’ Brewster cleared off long enough to satisfy the letter of the law, then defied the spirit by stuffing her shoulder into the pit of Lenore’s stomach. Two more heavy Shoulderblocks followed, the former World Champion doing her damndest to wedge the Raven’s tush into place on the middle buckle. “Cry out for the Court, I’m begging you.” Adelaide sneered after she’d flicked some hair away from her face. “Wail for their aid so I can rip them apart while you--”
“Not a chance, bytch.” Lenore huffed. “Your prissy, velvet-loving ass is mine and mine alNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness clouted her heathen with a stiff Forearm Smash that segued into a blatant stranglehold when the True Believer leaned in to drrrrrrrrrrrrive her weight into the other brunette’s throat. “You are mine, to do with as I please.” Adelaide hissed in the Raven’s flushed face. “ And you will admit this truth to the world at the top of your lungs before this night is--”
“Get off her throat, Adelaide.” Al broke in. “I won’t tell you twice.”
Brewster snarled, pecked a taunting kiss on her foe’s forehead, then doubled over and landed one more Shoulderblock so she could muscle Emily’s Lady in Waiting to a seat on the top turnbuckle. This new arrangement wasn’t quite what Carpenter had in mind, but he allowed it simply because it wasn’t a flagrant violation of the rules. This thought was fresh on his mind when Adelaide helped herself to the Courtier’s hair and climbed to the top rope. Looking out at the crowd with obvious disdain, Brewster earned a smattering of whistles and catcalls when she ground her hips mere inches from Lemarchand’s nose.
“Does this entertain you, heathens?” she sneered in response to several more cheers. “What about this?”
Adelaide wrenched Lenore’s head backward, tilted her own noggin down and ‘PFWOOOOOOSHED’ a plume of the Red Mist into her rival’s face! Temporarily blind thanks to the sadistic sanguine spray, the Fair & Radiant Maiden let go of the rope to scrub at her eyes, or at least that was the plan before Brewster hopped up, ‘smecked’ both legs around Lenore’s noggin and popped her hips to THAWHAM the sputtering brunette against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a gorily augmented Avalanche Frankensteiner!
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9uPN8i2x3A
Lemarchand landed flat on her back, bounced to a seat and twisted to one knee. Hands divided between scrubbing at her face and maintaining her balance, the Raven remained dangerously oblivious to Brewster’s presence even as the Weeping Angel licked her lips in anticipation of the heathen’s return to verticality. So it was written, so it came to pass, Lenore made it to her feet and Adelaide left hers, the zealot tumbling through a quick forward roll to power the gorgeous vertical leap that let her catch Lemarchand’s head in a Front Facelock and thus THWONK it into the mat with a variation on the Wolfsbane DDT! Lenore flopped onto her back in a nerveless somersault, limbs splayed at such an angle that her right ankle fell over the bottom rope.
WOLFSBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SNDhOkNWnE
Adelaide saw this and scoffed. “No sanctuary in my ring, little bird.” She slid forward, sat down on Lenore’s chest and hooked her right kneepad to pull that leg clear of the strands while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand got her hands on Brewster’s encroaching tush and shoved to send the other brunette sprawling to all fours with half a second to spare. “Guuuuuhhh… gutless slut.” Lenore huffed after she’d struggled to all fours. “I always knew you were afraid to look me in the eyEEERRHHH GUUUURRRRRRHHHHK!”
Adelaide buried both hands in Lemarchand’s hair, ripped her to boot-leather and immediately cinched her left under the Courtier’s chin! “DON’T LECTURE ME ABOUT FEAR, HEATHEN!” Adelaide bellowed as she clasped her hands to tighten the garrote around Lemarchand’s throat. “I AM THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES! THE MOTHER OF TEARS!” the furious brunette leaned in close, her lips brushing her prey’s ear. “And your tears will sate me in a way your blood never could.”
With that she jerked Lemarchand off balance and laid out on her back, all the better to cinch both legs around the heathen’s waist. Legs kicking frantically as she suffered in Brewster’s coil, Lenore rolled this way and that, trying to get a hand or an ankle on the ropes to no avail. “Hold your tongue for now, heathen!” Adelaide advised Al when she saw the official about to drop to one knee. “But keep a close watch and ask for a surrender once you see tears cutting tracks through the bloOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Too blind and too far removed to make the ropes before the zealot put her to sleep, Lenore worried her chin into the crook of Brewster’s elbow and worked her muzzle down low enough to sink her teeth into opposing bicep! The vise around her waist loosened considerably, allowing Lemarchand to scramble to one knee. Still chewing on Adelaide’s arm, the Raven thum-thum-THUMPED several sharp elbows into the Churchgoer’s tummy in an effort to finally free herself from “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” The Weeping Angel broke her grip or rather, she pulled her right hand away from the clasp so she could raaaaaaaaaake her nails across Lenore’s eyes!
Snarling in delight once she freed herself from Lemarchand’s teeth, Brewster snatched a double handful of hair, forced the Courtier down flat and straddled her back, all the better to scrape her face back ‘n forth against the canvas! “Chew on that, little bird.” she hissed over Lenore’s muffled protestations. “Chew. On. That!”
The promise of third degree mat burns kept Adelaide atop her mount for several more seconds, unfortunately she was far from sated when Carpenter began his count. Even then she drew the punishment out til ‘FOUR!’ and took her time in peeling the mewling brunette off the canvas. “That count was quite spirited, arbiter.” Adelaide muttered in the midst of securing Lenore in a snug Waistlock. “Some might even call it quick. I wonder if you’ll maintain that tempo when the little bird’s ass is pointed to the sky.”
“You really want to question my judgment when I could’ve thrown this match out ten minutes ago?” Al asked blandly.
“No. I want you to shut up and let her suffer.” Adelaide got low and bridged backward send Lenore up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless German Suplex. Folded in half by the heavy throw, Lemarchand could only squirm fitfully as Carpenter’s count was joined by several thousand FAWNatics…
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIMhu05f11s
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore twisted free of Adelaide’s grip to land on her tummy, the wounded bendyback immediately curling up in a ball to tend to the worst of her aches. Beside her, Brewster rose to one knee and ‘flicked’ her trunks into place. “You’re pathetic.” Adelaide sniffed. “Attacking me from behind, daring to call yourself an avenging angel. You’re nothing of the kind. You’re bloodied, cowed and ready for slaughter.” The Daughter of Darkness twined her fingers in Lemarchand’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather in stages. Standing close enough to make sure Emily’s pet brat wouldn’t crumple in the first strong breeze, Adelaide took Lenore’s left wrist in her left hand and pinioned the Raven’s arm behind her head in that upside-down Hammerlock that played Harbinger to the Heart Pun--
‘OOOOHHHHH!’ A resounding rumble of ‘Oh No She Dint!’ surprise when Lemarchand lunged in and THUMPED a Kneelift between her tormentor’s thighs!
Dreams of carnage dashed by the nausea roiling up from her center, Adelaide stumbled into a woozy clench, the knock-kneed zealot wrapping Lenore over one shoulder and under the other. “Yuuuhhh… you’ll pay for that.” she rasped in the Raven’s ear. “No one in this building will ever forget the sound of your huurrrghhhNNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand returned the clench with interest, then double pumped her left knee into the former World Champion’s crotch! Brewster didn’t quite go limp, but she grew oddly sludgy in Lenore’s grip, forcing her to step back to accommodate the shifting weight. “You kept me out of this ring for two months.” Lemarchand hissed in the other brunette’s ear. “You gave Gabby Mendoza the strategy that let her humiliate me in front of a sold-out arena. If you think I give a damn about your threats…” the Fair & Radiant Maiden used her knee to nudge Adelaide’s knees apart, then THUMPED one more shot into her aching nethers. “…then you are sorely mistaken.”
Brewster’s only response was a soft mewling, a sound which pleased Lemarchand to no end. Shrugging free of the zealot’s wilting grasp to slap on a rough Wristlock, Lenore stepped away, dropped a hip and slung the other brunette at the far corner with an Irish Whip. Each step was a study in gut-churning anguish, yet the pain actually worked in Adelaide’s favor as it galvanized her nerves enough to let her spin around into a relatively painless back-to-buckles collision. Brewster grunted, threw her arms over the top rope and sagged against the canvas-covered steel to take the worst of the pressure off her-- Lenore charged in on the end of a sweeping arc and hopped up to THWHACK her right elbow into the side of Adelaide’s skull.
RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2x5ewJBuSE
The Queen of Nightmares shuddered, forced her way past Lemarchand with a rough shoulder and made for the wider confines of the squared cir-- Lenore caught a handful of her rival’s waistband and reeled her back into a quick Waistlock. Taking pains to grind her knotted hands into Brewster’s exposed midsection, Emily’s Lady in Waiting dropped her hips and snapped off a quick bridge to give Adelaide a German Suplex of her own, one that BWUUUNGED the base of her skull into the second turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2B5_Pb1xjQ
Arms swaddled around her aching head, Brewster was so absorbed by her own hurts that she didn’t realize Lenore had hold of her left ankle until after she’d draped the right one over the bottom rope. “Leggo of me.” Adelaide grabbed hold of the second strand and pulled a little harder. “I said let go dammNNNGGHHH!”
Lemarchand stomped a brief, albeit furious mudhole in the True Believer’s midsection, stopping only once Brewster relented enough for her to finish draping the right leg. Pleased with her preparations, Lenore turned around and stormed away, hips swinging angrily as she made her way to the far corner. The raven sigil went up when she reached her destination and the FAWNatics returned it a thousandfold, meaning Adelaide was staring down a very large unkindness when Lemarchand raced down her own back trail and took to the skies. The Daughter of Darkness saw the heathen’s knees pull up to her chest and she knew what was coming, but with her legs parted and her head swimming she could only brace for impact before Lenore THWHUMPED both heels into her crotch with a savage hesitation Dropkick!
“NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Adelaide jolted free of the awkward predicament and would’ve curled into a tight ball if Lenore hadn’t laid claim to both ankles and draaagged her into the middle of the ring. The Spring Breakers urged the Courtier to try for a cover, but that was more mercy than Lemarchand could muster at the moment. Rather she dropped the left leg and deftly stepped over / spun around the right. With that limb kinked behind her left calf, Lenore pressed Adelaide’s folded leg against her left shin and dropped to a seat even as she hooked her right leg over the Churchgoer’s exposed right ankle. Already smiling, Emily’s Lady in Waiting planted her hands and hoisted her butt almost six inches off the mat.
Figure Four Leglock, Lenore Lemarchand to Adelaide Brewster.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEb9EqDfE84
“FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!” Adelaide sat up like the canvas was electrified, one hand buried deep in her own hair while the other clutched and worried at Lemarchand’s right ankle. Lenore didn’t try to stop her, but she made the former champ’s predicament that much more dire by rocking her hips up ‘n down, up ‘n down. “Heathen bytch!” Brewster wailed. “Get the hell offa meEEERRRRRRHHHHH!” Lemarchand rocked that much harder, the bendybacked brunette’s smile fading as she sought to extract a submission from her suffering rival.
“You holding up, Adelaide?” Al asked after ten more seconds of punishment. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Adelaide shook her head ‘no’ at once. “This doesn’t concern you in the slightest, arbitOOWWW YOU CHEAP--”
Lemarchand returned her tush to the mat, leaned forward and started pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING Hammer Punches into the trapped battler’s straining left knee!
Forced to sit up to defend against this grievous insult, Brewster managed to catch the Raven’s wrist, unfortunately Lenore immediately went to work with her other hand, first yanking the zealot’s kneepad up over her thigh, then resuming the previous bludgeoning. Adelaide hissed in anguish and went to catch hold of Lenore’s wrist only to find herself engaged in some extremely energetic hand fighting. Forehead to forehead over the writhing tangle of limbs, Brewster growled, “Disgusting tramp. Of course you’d have to climb into my trunks to work your way back into this NGH!”
Lenore Headbutted her across the bridge of the nose and continued to grind against Adelaide’s temple when the Churchgoer turned away. “Sorry sweetie, you lost claim to moral superiority the instant you tried to gouge out my OOOOOOOWWWWW YOU CUNT!”
The Queen of Nightmares tossed the Courtier’s hand away, caught a whole lotta hair and wrenched her head back so she could sink her teeth into the side of Lemarchand’s neck! Loathe to abandon the Figure Four even if Brewster was trying to drink her dry, Lenore twined a hand around Adelaide’s dark hair and pulled until she felt the other wrestler whine against her fluttering throat. “All right, all right, enough of that!” Carpenter ordered when neither lass showed any signs of relenting. “I mean it, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
They broke apart within half a second of the double DQ, Lenore clearing out and getting up several steps ahead of the Weeping Angel thanks to the damage done by the Leglock. Pouncing on Brewster as she made it to one knee, Lemarchand made a point to twiiiiiist her adversary’s ears while she NNNNGGGGHH!” Adelaide whipped her right arm around the Raven’s neck and clasped her hands to wedge Lenore’s chin against the point of her shoulder. Then she kicked both feet forward and dropped to a seat to bobble Lemarchand’s head with a nasty Jawbreaker!
MOUTHFUL OF BLOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6-_qBQw0nM
Lenore landed on her knees and rose quickly enough, though she was doubled over with one hand pressed to her jolted tee-- The Daughter of Darkness scrambled to boot-leather and immediately kicked her right leg high overhead to bring that foot THWHAPPING down on the nape of Lenore’s neck! The Axe Kick rocked Lemarchand back on her heels but it was the Roaring Elbow that put her flat on the deck, Adelaide making a concentrated effort to THWHACK her shot against the point of Lenore’s chin!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
The Fair & Radiant Maiden hit the deck in an awkward sprawl and Adelaide settled down atop her in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on her knees, Brewster brought her thighs together to consign Lemarchand to the darkness while Al and the rest of the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore braced her feet on the mat, her hands on Adelaide’s rump and pushed up on both to send the zealot onto all fours in the nick of time. Hissing in disdain in the wake of the near fall, Brewster spun to one knee and elected to clamp a hand over Lenore’s face to haul her back to verticality. Lemarchand squealed in distress and instinctively grabbed at the other brunette’s encroaching wrist with both hands. Adelaide allowed this just long enough to stuff a malicious fist into the Courtier’s belly no less than half a dozen times. From there she cinched her arms around Lenore’s upper thighs, went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP opposing crotch atop the posted joint.
“Don’t you dare scream, don’t even whimper!” Adelaide stuffed a hand over Lemarchand’s mouth as her knees came together in a protective clench. “You want something WORTH screaming about little bird? Try this!” She laced both hands around the back of Lenore’s noggin and leapt into the air with her right knee rising to the level of the Raven’s temple. Wedging the former against the latter, she laid out on her back to THWONK Lemarchand’s braincase with a gorgeous Single Knee Facebuster!
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWygYpLjRgg
The force of it left Lenore reeling in place but Brewster had an idea that she wasn’t gonna hit the deck just yet, so she pulled both knees against her chest and fired a Mule Kick into the heathen’s tummy to send her backpedaling into the ropes. Lenore hit the rubber-coated steel and bounced off like a drunk maybe a heartbeat after Adelaide made it to her feet. Dropping a shoulder just in time to bury it in the other brunette’s gut, Brewster caught her around the thighs and went up on tiptoe for the second time in as many minutes, only now she twisted around in a smooth half circle and dropped forward and down to THAWHUNK Emily’s Lady in Waiting to the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Spinebuster! Adelaide bounced back on her knees and immediately floated over into a Crossbody, greedily hooking the far leg to keep Lemarchand folded in half through…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewTKT5UCxos
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore shot a shoulder into the air, earning a roar from the crowd and a hiss of rage from the former World Champion. “Flimsy little bird.” Adelaide twined her fingers in Lenore’s dark hair, peeled her off the mat and promptly CRAAACKED a stiff slap across her cheek. “How many times do I have to swat you to the ground before you’ll just stay OOFFFFHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden sent the Churchgoer reeling with a two handed shove, then charged and flicked her right leg up in a sawed-off Big Boot pointed squarely at Brewster’s ch-- Adelaide slapped the strike aside, forcing Lenore to stumble awkwardly. Rounding on the zealot immediately thereafter, Lenore “NNNNGGGHH!” The Queen of Nightmares doubled her over with a Toe Kick, slapped on a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to SPIKE the crown of her prey’s skull into the canvas with an Evenflow DDT!
EVENFLOW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdMaprgLmBo
Lenore flopped onto her back in a defenseless spread eagle, but Brewster didn’t so much as think about a cover. Rather she got to her feet and went straight to the nearest corner, where she boosted herself into a perch on the second turnbuckle. Shadow hanging long over the vulnerable battler, Adelaide’s lips curled up in a smile like charring paper as she hooked her thumbs together and raised both hands overhead in a sigil the crowd knew all too well. Nothing but jeers greeted this counterfeit Raven, yet it seemed to galvanize the True Believer because Brewster got an unhealthy amount of air when she sprang outta the corner and tucked her heels against butt, all the better to THWHUMP both knees into Lenore’s chest.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAA26jcR5Ts
“AAAAAWWWW GAAAAAHHHHH!” Lemarchand wailed in high, reedy hurt, as she beat her heels against the mat and strapped her arms over her midsection to-- Adelaide hurried over and silenced the heathen’s puling by planting the full weight of her backside atop the Courtier’s upturned face!
“Welcome to your own personal Eternal Midnight, sister.” Brewster taunted amidst scuffing her undercarriage over the protesting topography of her foe’s features. “I hope you enjoy screaming into the dark!” The muffled wails against her trunks suggested the exact opposite was true, though those sad noises were all but drowned out as Al and the sold-out crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore didn’t so much kick out as she did shudder violently enough to send Adelaide slopping to one side. The Daughter of Darkness regarded Carpenter with undisguised hate and she probably would’ve scored the zebra’s face to ribbons then and there if her flexing hands hadn’t found Lemarchand’s throat first. Throttling the Raven even as she hauled the both of them to boot leather, Brewster abruptly relinquished the stranglehold to seize the Courtier’s right wrist. In the next instant she whipped around behind Lenore and hooked her free arm through the other brunette’s thighs so she could hoist her up onto her shoulders for a taste of Blood & Black La--
“AAAAARRRRHHHH BYTCH!” Adelaide listed hard to the left because the heathen was raking and clawing at her eyes with that free hand. “EYES, CARPENTER!” Brewster shrieked. “GET THE BYTCH OFFA MY EYES!”
Out of position behind his charges, Al was quick to circle around. “Ok Lenore, get away from her NNNGGGGHHH!”
The Weeping Angel whipped through a half circle in hopes of dislodging the heathenish claw. In this she was successful, unfortunately she also slammed Lenore’s feet into the side of Al’s skull! Even worse, the unexpected impact caused Brewster to lose her grip on the Raven, thus allowing Lenore to tumble down her back and land on one knee behind the startled zealot. Rounding on the penitent brunette in the blink of an eye, Adelaide plunged her hands into Lemarchand’s hair only abandon her grips in a fury when Lenore stood up and raked her face with both hands! Not about to go toe to toe with the Raven if she couldn’t see, Brewster cleared off as fast as she-- Lenore planted her right foot behind Adelaide and snugged the blinded grappler’s right arm across her own midsection. Then she leaned forward, a shift that bent Adelaide back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around the former champ’s head in a Front Facelock. The fans recognized the set-up before Adelaide, indeed they were trying to blow the roof off the place when Emily’s Lady in Waiting snapped down and back, Lemarchand landing flat while Adelaide was PLANTED on the crown of her skull by the Nepenthean Dream.
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiCBjm0OkmA
Brewster bounced through to a slumped seat but was pulled down immediately thereafter so Lenore could slide across her chest and hook the far-- “Dammit.” Lemarchand leaned back on her haunches once she saw Al on one knee rubbing his temples. “You ok to make a count, Carpenter?” she called.
“Yeah… I think so. Just gimme a second.”
“I can give you a few.” Trailing off as she returned her attention to the vulnerable Churchgoer, Lenore clamped down on Brewster’s left wrist and peeled her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Soon as she was all the way up Lemarchand charged forward and dropped into a skidding Baseball Slide to pass through those splayed stems and come out the other side still in possession of Adelaide’s wrist. Deep in the clutches of the Nepenthean Dream, Brewster didn’t register the forearm grinding against her crotch and she only grunted softly when Lenore twisted her around and slapped on a Standing Headscissors.
A murmur of surprise ran through the crowd. It looked like something they’d seen before, albeit not for several years. Their suspicions grew to a near certainty when Lenore took hold of Adelaide’s dangling right hand and tugged it between her thighs to complete the rarely seen, exceptionally unpleasant Double Pumphandle. Holding Brewster trapped in that awkward position, Lemarchand sighed, “An eye for an eye may leave the whole world blind, but I swear I’ll see long enough to put a stake through your heart.”
The last word was still on her lips when Lenore bent down and yanked up, a violent shift that spun the Weeping Angel over and up for what might have been a Powerbomb if Lemarchand had let the other brunette settle on her shoulders. But there was no rest (or mercy) of any kind for Adelaide -- Lenore took a single giant step back and pulled hard on the zealot’s crossed hands to stretch her out full length several feet above the canvas. Then the Raven dropped to her butt and Brewster fell alongside, the Daughter of Darkness THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and belly by the first Nevermore in God knew how long.
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Adelaide bounced on impact, just not enough to make it onto her back, so Lenore helped out by stuffing the crown of her head into the other brunette’s ribs. Cradling both legs the instant her prey was turned, Lemarchand didn’t simply cover, she drove every bit of her weight into Brewster’s chest to make sure she stayed down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lenore tossed the stems aside and scrambled to her feet so Carpenter could raise her hand even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
More than happy to let the Courtier preen a little, Al stepped with Lenore so she could turn to-- the Fair & Radiant Maiden pulled free, pounced on Brewster’s waist and filled her hands with the Weeping Angel’s defenseless bounty! Adelaide hissed in exhausted surprise and managed to catch a handful of hair, which only seemed to enrage the victrix. Lemarchand ignored the hair-hold in favor of seizing Brewster’s other hand so she could pin it behind the zealot’s head in an arrangement very similar to the one Adelaide herself used for the Heart Punch. And Lenore did in fact target her rival’s chest, although in a different fashion. Tugging the cup away from Adelaide’s left breast, she took the former World Champion’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted until Brewster was shrieking and kicking like a woman possessed!
“Know why I’m working your tits instead of your eyes, sweetie?” Lenore hissed. “It’s because I want you HURT, not injured. “I wanna make sure you’re healthy enough for me to kick your ass all over again tomorrow night. And the night after that and the night after that and--”
“LOATHSOME BYTCH!” Adelaide snarled in pain and rage as she finally unseated the heathen from her hateful perch.
About that time Al hooked an arm around Lenore’s waist and drew her back while simultaneously stepping between the incensed rivals. “Easy now ladies, the match is over. Lenore, take your lap. Adelaide catch your breath and WHOAH!”
The Daughter of Darkness slipped by the well meaning zebra, plunged a shoulder into Lemarchand’s navel and plowed forward until she heard and felt Lenore BWUUUNG against the buckles. “YOU THINK YOU CAN HUMILIATE ME?” Brewster screamed in the other wrestler’s face even as she caught Lenore’s jaw and cheeks in one hand. “I AM THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES! THE BLOOD GODDESS!” She forced Lemarchand’s head back over the top rope, all the better to expose the Raven’s neck. “AND YOU? YOU’RE NOTHING BUT LOOING CHATTLEAAARRRRRRRRRHHHH!”
Adelaide leaned forward to drink deep from the Courtier’s well and then Lenore DID jab a thumb in her attacker’s left eye. Brewster stumbled back without releasing her grip on Lemarchand’s mug, so Emily’s Lady in Waiting followed her out just far enough to sweep her feet out from under with a Double Leg Takedown. Landing on her knees between the True Believer’s parted stems, Lenore threw herself atop Adelaide and would’ve fought until one of them succumbed to unconsciousness if Al and few other refs (Craig Long and Merle among their number) hadn’t combined their efforts to prize them apart.
“Get her outta here, NOW!” Carpenter directed Merle and Craig as soon as they had Brewster under control. “We can handle Len--” Lemarchand tore free of her captors, charged Adelaide and-- Al caught her in mid-leap and kept moving forward to create some much needed distance.
“THIS ISN’T OVER!” Adelaide screamed from the foot of the ramp. “THREE SECONDS MEANS NOTHING AND YOU KNOW IT! YOUR DESTINY IS TO BEG AT MY FEET!”
“YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME, BYTCH!” Lenore shrieked right back. “ANYWHERE, ANYTIME! WHENEVER YOU’RE TIRED OF HIDING, WE’LL FINISH THIS!”
Adelaide bellowed a response, but distance and crowd noise reduced it to unintelligible hatred. Sensing Brewster was finally out of sight, Al said, “I’m going to set you down, Lenore. But if you so much as twitch in the direction of the stage…” he trailed off, apparently unsure of how to finish. After a moment he did as promised, returning the Raven to terra firma.
“Gonna tackle me, Al? Not sure Jenny would approve.”
“Don’t think Kent would either. Take a deep breath, Len. There’s always tomorrow night. No need to continue this thing in a parking lot… or a cemetery for that matter.”
“Oh, I intend to finish this in the ring. I want as many eyes the FAWN Arena as possible when I take Adelaide’s fangs for a trophy.”
“I’m going to assume that’s symbolic and not literal.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Al.”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the former World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Looking more focused (read: dangerous) than ever in her first pay-per-view since losing the Big Belt to Susannah Burlingame, Brewster tilted her head back and took a breath so deep it seemed she caught the scent of the entire audience. The expression on her face suggested it would do in a pinch, but in truth there was only arterial vintage that interested her tonight. Satisfied with the Spring Break killing floor, the Goddess of Gore started down the aisle toward the squared circle. For this… slaughter of a little bird too stupid to stay dead, FAWN’s Sanguinaire Smoke Show wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stomped up the steps climbed through the ropes and immediately claimed the corner nearest the stage. “I took your eye the first time we met, little bird.” Brewster murmured as the camera drew in close. “Tonight I take your neck… and a few pints for my trouble.” Message delivered, she dropped down from the buckles and glided to the opposite corner where she let Al Carpenter check her pads and boots with none of the usual threatening theatrics. In hindsight, this should’ve warned everyone about what happened next.
Lorde was still faint on the speakers when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Arena and a massive unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ reaching near cult status after her record-setting stint as FAWN’s first ‘Oil Baroness’. The Spring Breakers cheered all the louder when Emily’s Lady in Waiting stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Making a point to lock eyes with, then look away from the woman waiting in the far corner, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. Already loud, her supporters kicked it up that much higher when their heroine turned the signature into a pair of very different birds aimed directly at Adelaide Brewster.
For her return to pay-per-view following the eye injury at Season’s Beatings, Lenore wore strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs
Lemarchand wasn’t even halfway down the ramp when Adelaide dipped through the ropes and hit the floor at a dead run! Al didn’t see the former World Champion take her leave but Lenore most certainly did. Increasing her own pace once Brewster rounded the corner to reach the aisle proper, the Courtier stretched her arms wide and barked, “HERE I AM, BYTCH! COME AND GET ME!”
Adelaide did as bade, the Weeping Angel picking up speed even as she lowered a shoulder to drive it through Lenore’s be--THWHACK!
The Raven caught her incoming adversary with a perfectly timed kick to the chest! Brewster’s momentum was such that not even a heavy shot could fully negate her encroachment, but it slowed enough for Lemarchand to corral her head in a rough Front Facelock. Yoking up on the grip for the simple joy of grinding her forearm into the other brunette’s throat, Lenore crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED no less than half a dozen Forearm Smashes against her foe’s upper back and shoulders. “That’s right, on your knees, Addy.” Lemarchand growled when Brewster crumpled to one knee. “Get on your knees and pray I’m feeling mercifUUUNNNGGHH!”
The Weeping Angel hooked both arms behind Lenore’s knees and yanked her legs out from under, sending the startled battler to her back with a heavy THWUMP! Wresting her noggin free of Lemarchand’s grasp just in time to avoid an impromptu DDT, Adelaide threw a leg over Lenore’s waist, grabbed a massive handful of hair and rained down a veritable deluge of punches on the other brunette’s forehead!
“Mercy is for the weak, you one-eyed slut.” Brewster snarled as gave her knuckles a thorough workout. “And it is far, FAR removed from what I’m going to do to you ton--” Lenore caught the zealot’s punchin’ wrist in both hands to hold her steady, then sank her teeth into Adelaide’s forearm! “HEATHEN BYTCH!” the Queen of Nightmares shrieked in rage and pain, then relinquished the hair-hold so she could press a claw directly to the Raven’s cheeks. “I’ll peel your arrogant face off strip by stripEEERRRRRRRRHH!”
Lenore smashed her thumb against the pressure point on the underside of Adelaide’s wrist to send a lightning bolt of pain shooting all the way to her shoulder! Jaw clenched against the pain, Brewster flattened her claw into a paddle and SLAPPED Lenore’s mouth three times before going back to the hair to haul them both to boot-leather. “Stupid little bird.” Adelaide hissed. “Should’ve accepted your punishment and stayed out of my way. Now you’re NO! LET GO! LET ME F*CKING GO!”
Understandably hesitant to do so, Al Carpenter tightened his loop around the zealot’s waist and managed to prize her off Lemarchand. The ‘LET THEM FIGHT!’ chants were immediate and emphatic but the referee didn’t even consider them until he’d placed himself between Bat and Raven. “ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF THIS SHYT!” he hollered, both arms extended in a ’T’ for maximum separation. “YOU TWO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW OR--”
Lemarchand juked around his warding palm and pushed off her back foot to bury a shoulder in Adelaide’s midsection! But while Brewster sought the floor, Lenore caught her brunette around the thighs and hoisted her off the floor so she could charge across the aisle and BWAAANG Adelaide’s lower back into the steel guardrail! Straightening up when Brewster slopped against the barricade, Lenore snatched a handful of hair, yanked the Churchgoer’s head back and maaaaassshed her thumb into Adelaide’s left eye!
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it, bytch?” Lemarchand’s pretty face was ugly with hate as she wrought her ocular vengeance. “C’mon, Brewster. Tell me how cool you’ll look rocking a f*cking eye pat--”
“DAMMIT LENORE, DON’T DO THAT!” Carpenter hooked an arm around his charge’s bicep and tore her away from the sputtering former World Champion.
“SHE PUT ME ON THE SHELF FOR MONTHS, CARPENTER!” Lenore roared at the zebra. “SHE PAINTED A BULLS-EYE ON ME FOR EVERY BYTCH IN FAWN TO NNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Brewster folded Lemarchand around her shoulder with a truncated Spear that sent them both across the aisle on a sharp diagonal that BWAAANGED Lenore’s back against the barricade. “Mendoza stole my work.” Adelaide gripped the Raven’s cheeks in one hand, mashing them into a distended fish face. “Normally I’d be offended, but I did so love watching her humiliate you.” The Weeping Angel punctuated with a single Kneelift between the thighs, but rather than capitalize on Lenore’s breathy little ‘oooohhh’ of anguish, she ‘rounded on Al and hissed, “Sound the bell or I’ll drain her on the spot, arbiter.”
“You’re insane if you think I’m going to start this match with you two nowhere near the ring.” “Oh, is that all you require? Very well.”
Task set before her, Adelaide plunged both hands into Lenore’s hair, hauled her off the barrier and started for the squared circle at a brisk jog. Considering Al Carpenter’s spirited dedication to the officiating arts, he almost assuredly meant for both brunettes to get IN the ring, unfortunately Adelaide wasn’t quite done on the outside and she BWUUUNKED the Courtier’s forehead into the narrow ledge of the apron! Lemarchand grunted, took the bottom rope in one hand and drove her other elbow into Brewster’s midsection in an effort to create some separation.
But Adelaide had her hooks deep in Lenore’s dark hair and rather than back off she snuggled in beside her stunned opposition. Pressing Lemarchand’s cheek against the rough edge, the Daughter of Darkness leaned down and nibbled her prey’s right ear. “Did you think the Pit was the worst it could get?” she cooed. “You have no idea what’s in store for tonight. By the time I’m done you’ll be BEGGING to let Mendoza ride you like a pony!” With that she turned Lemarchand’s head so that her left eye socket was pressed to the rough, rounded edge of the apron.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!” Lenore screamed to wake the dead when Adelaide bore down and started to walk toward the far corner, the Queen of Nightmares just abrading her rival’s patrician features against the canvas with a cruel twist on a POV staple. Closing on the corner several seconds later, Brewster jerked her foe up on tiptoe and BWAAANKED her head against the unyielding steel. Lenore’s knees shimmied violently and she would’ve crumpled to her knees if she hadn’t hooked an arm around the post to maintain verticality for a little while longer.
“Dammit Adelaide, I said get it in the ring!” Carpenter barked once he’d closed on the action.
Brewster sauntered past the stunned Courtier, hopped onto the apron and smirked down at the official. “I will, arbiter. Approximately nineteen and a half seconds after you ring the bell.” With her terms stated plainly, Adelaide walked to the far edge of the apron before turning to Lenore. The bell finally CLANGED just as Brewster raced back the way she’d came for a ‘whicking’ Penalty Kick fired straight at Lemarchand’s fa--”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden caught Adelaide’s ankle in both hands and swung that leg back the other way to pitch Brewster into a facedown meeting with the apron! Adelaide shuddered without tumbling to the floor, so Lenore took hold of the ring skirt and peeled it away just far enough to nudge Brewster’s legs down on each side of the taut fabric. Gripping the skirt on either side of her adversary, Lenore jostled it up and down, forcing Adelaide to bounce in place for the unpleasant ride. Pleased by the grimace on Brewster’s face, Lemarchand sawed the skirt against those defenseless bottoms and murmured, “Learn to enjoy it, honey. Because I can promise you it only gets worse from here.”
Bracing her right hand against the apron to keep at least some of her weight off the improvised floss, Brewster snatched hold of Lenore’s hair with her free hand and tugged the Courtier close. “Yuuuhhh… your mouth alone is more than enough to finish a lesser woman.” the Daughter of Darkness growled. “How fortunate then that I am nothing like a lesser woman!” Adelaide jerked Lemarchand forward to THUNK a short Headbutt between her eyes, then abandoned her grip on the apron so she could jab that thumb into the other brunette’s ey--NO!
Lemarchand caught Brewster’s would-be spike in one hand and wrenched the digit back toward her wrist! Teeth bared in an ugly smile as the zealot snarled in pain, Lenore caught her foe above the eyebrow with a Headbutt of her own to ensure Adelaide was otherwise occupied when she pressed that hand flat against the apron. “Time you learned a lesson, bytch.” Lemarchand squeezed Brewster’s wrist until her knuckles showed white. “Go for my eye and I’ll break a finger.”
More than willing to prove this was no idle threat, Lenore put her free hand against the apron, pushed / hopped up and brought her right knee THUMPING down on the Churchgoer’s pinned hand! The tactic didn’t actually break anything, but it sure as hell didn’t feel too pleasant judging by the way Adelaide wrenched loose and stuffed those stinging fingers beneath her left armpit. “Heathen bytch.” she growled. “I don’t need hands to bury my teeth in your throaNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore palmed her head in both hands, sprang off the floor and THWONKED the point of her knee between Brewster’s eyes! The former World Champion slopped backward and would’ve collapsed to the floor with one leg still caught in the apron if Lemarchand hadn’t caught a hold of her top and reeled the stunned stunner into a Front Facelock.
“All right Lenore, that’s enough. Get her into the ring.”
The Raven blinked, looked at Al like she’d forgotten all about him. “Shyt, you rang the bell, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did. And I should’ve counted you both out ten seconds ago, but I didn’t want management on my ass for a non-finish. So get her in the ring, would ya?”
Lenore nodded, shifted the Facelock to a double handful of hair and took a giant step back so she could BWONK the true believer’s forehead against the apron. Then she looked to Carpenter and said, “Go on, get in and start counting. I’ll be in before you know it.”
Al looked like he didn’t quite believe her, but after a moment’s hesitation he rolled under the bottom rope and rose to one knee. “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
“Twenty seconds.” Lemarchand mulled as she fiddled with the tape wrapped around one wrist. “Just how much punishment can I inflict in twenty seconds?”
Struggling to return to something like verticality, Adelaide grabbed the apron with one hand and the bottom rope with the other. “Not enough, heathen.” she snarled. “Though every moment of your foolish prattle ensures I’ll HEY! LET GO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
A good question indeed. Lenore had laid claim to the other brunette’s wrists and stretched her arms out full length so they were on either side of the bottom rope. Back turned to the Weeping Angel, she cinched an arm around her foe’s elbows as well as the rubber-coated steel, all the better to keep Brewster from pulling free while she looped several lengths of her shorn wrist tape around Adelaide’s wrists! “Get me the f*ck out of here, Lemarchand!” Adelaide wrenched and tugged, then redoubled her efforts when the Raven slid under the bottom rope at ‘THIRTEEN!’ on Carpenter’s count.
“You really think this solves anything?” the Queen of Nightmares raged. “All it proves is that you’re afraid of--” Brewster fell silent when Lenore strode over to the corner behind her and climbed to the top rope. Suddenly aware of what the miserable heathen had in mind, Brewster shook her head ‘no’ and pulled at the wrist-tape bindings with all her might. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, BYTCH! DON’T YOU DANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Raven leapt from the high rent district with both knees pulled tight against her chest, all the better to THWHUMP a vile Double Stomp between her prey’s shoulders! The jolt tore Brewster’s hands free of Lemarchand’s trap but the continued encroachment of the ring skirt meant she slumped forward onto the apron instead of slopping to the floor. As for Lenore, she came to a stop after a few awkward steps and immediately threw the Raven sigil high overhead. “PROPHET, SAID I! THING OF EVIL-- PROPHET STILL, IF BIRD OR DEVIL!”
Offering their own hands in response, Lemarchand’s unkindness of fans answered back, “QUOTH THE RAVEN!”
“Nevermore.” Lenore whispered.
Turning her attention to the splattered Churchgoer, she collected Brewster at shoulder and hip and bulled her under the bottom rope after a few seconds of rough shoving. She slid in immediately thereafter and rolled Adelaide a little bit closer to the center before she bundled both legs and pointed opposing tush to the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide shot an arm into the air with half a second between her and a most emphatic loss.
“That was instinct, right?” Lemarchand asked once she’d buried a hand in Brewster’s hair. “I can’t believe a cowardly bytch like you would actually want to keep fighting.”
Adelaide responded with several angry punches to the Courtier’s tummy which in turn earned her a heavy Bionic Elbow to the top of the skull. Doubling down on the hair-pull just because she could, Emily’s Lady in Waiting hauled Brewster to her feet, switched over to a Wristlock and slung her into the far corner with an Irish Whip. She followed along only a few steps behind, meaning Adelaide had perhaps half a heartbeat between the time she BWUUUNGED into the buckles and the moment Lenore THWHAPPED her against the buckles with a high-flying Avalanche Splash!
It wasn’t a standard move in the bendyback’s arsenal but it might be on its way to the regular rotation if the smirk on Lemarchand’s face was any indication. “No wonder you had to go for my eye!” the Raven yanked Brewster out of the buckles, stepped in behind and slapped on a Waistlock. Grinding knotted fists into Adelaide’s belly, she snuggled in close and murmured in her ear. “It was the only place those grubby little claws could gain any purchOOOFFFHH!”
Brewster thrust her hips into the other brunette’s trim tummy then backed up as fast as she could to BWUUUNG Lemarchand into the corner. Lenore grunted but didn’t let go, so the Daughter of Darkness hit her with another hip smash, then followed it with a blindside elbow that caught the Courtier in the temple! Twisting loose the instant Lenore’s hands went loose, Adelaide spun around in a half circle and THWHACKED the heathen’s jaw with a vicious Discus Elbow. Lemarchand’s head snapped to the side and her legs shuddered something fierce, but the corner kept the brunette from plopping to her backside.
This realization had yet to dawn by the time Adelaide mounted the second rope and filled one hand with the other brunette’s hair. Delighting in the quick pant of Lemarchand’s breath against her abs, Brewster cooed, “I am going to destroy you, little bird.” On that pleasant prophecy she curled her free hand into a fist and began to rain down shots on Lenore’s forehead. Powerless to stay silent in such a situation, the capacity crowd kept score in time with Adelaide’s descending fist. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Brewster stopped, raised that hand high, then jabbed it down to raaaaaaaaaaake and swipe at her rival’s eyes!
Lemarchand shrieked, stamped her feet and scratched at Adelaide’s wrist, but in the end she had to rely on Carpenter’s count to end the callous punishment. Dropping away from her mount when the idiot official reached ’FOUR!’ Brewster cleared off long enough to satisfy the letter of the law, then defied the spirit by stuffing her shoulder into the pit of Lenore’s stomach. Two more heavy Shoulderblocks followed, the former World Champion doing her damndest to wedge the Raven’s tush into place on the middle buckle. “Cry out for the Court, I’m begging you.” Adelaide sneered after she’d flicked some hair away from her face. “Wail for their aid so I can rip them apart while you--”
“Not a chance, bytch.” Lenore huffed. “Your prissy, velvet-loving ass is mine and mine alNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness clouted her heathen with a stiff Forearm Smash that segued into a blatant stranglehold when the True Believer leaned in to drrrrrrrrrrrrive her weight into the other brunette’s throat. “You are mine, to do with as I please.” Adelaide hissed in the Raven’s flushed face. “ And you will admit this truth to the world at the top of your lungs before this night is--”
“Get off her throat, Adelaide.” Al broke in. “I won’t tell you twice.”
Brewster snarled, pecked a taunting kiss on her foe’s forehead, then doubled over and landed one more Shoulderblock so she could muscle Emily’s Lady in Waiting to a seat on the top turnbuckle. This new arrangement wasn’t quite what Carpenter had in mind, but he allowed it simply because it wasn’t a flagrant violation of the rules. This thought was fresh on his mind when Adelaide helped herself to the Courtier’s hair and climbed to the top rope. Looking out at the crowd with obvious disdain, Brewster earned a smattering of whistles and catcalls when she ground her hips mere inches from Lemarchand’s nose.
“Does this entertain you, heathens?” she sneered in response to several more cheers. “What about this?”
Adelaide wrenched Lenore’s head backward, tilted her own noggin down and ‘PFWOOOOOOSHED’ a plume of the Red Mist into her rival’s face! Temporarily blind thanks to the sadistic sanguine spray, the Fair & Radiant Maiden let go of the rope to scrub at her eyes, or at least that was the plan before Brewster hopped up, ‘smecked’ both legs around Lenore’s noggin and popped her hips to THAWHAM the sputtering brunette against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a gorily augmented Avalanche Frankensteiner!
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9uPN8i2x3A
Lemarchand landed flat on her back, bounced to a seat and twisted to one knee. Hands divided between scrubbing at her face and maintaining her balance, the Raven remained dangerously oblivious to Brewster’s presence even as the Weeping Angel licked her lips in anticipation of the heathen’s return to verticality. So it was written, so it came to pass, Lenore made it to her feet and Adelaide left hers, the zealot tumbling through a quick forward roll to power the gorgeous vertical leap that let her catch Lemarchand’s head in a Front Facelock and thus THWONK it into the mat with a variation on the Wolfsbane DDT! Lenore flopped onto her back in a nerveless somersault, limbs splayed at such an angle that her right ankle fell over the bottom rope.
WOLFSBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SNDhOkNWnE
Adelaide saw this and scoffed. “No sanctuary in my ring, little bird.” She slid forward, sat down on Lenore’s chest and hooked her right kneepad to pull that leg clear of the strands while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand got her hands on Brewster’s encroaching tush and shoved to send the other brunette sprawling to all fours with half a second to spare. “Guuuuuhhh… gutless slut.” Lenore huffed after she’d struggled to all fours. “I always knew you were afraid to look me in the eyEEERRHHH GUUUURRRRRRHHHHK!”
Adelaide buried both hands in Lemarchand’s hair, ripped her to boot-leather and immediately cinched her left under the Courtier’s chin! “DON’T LECTURE ME ABOUT FEAR, HEATHEN!” Adelaide bellowed as she clasped her hands to tighten the garrote around Lemarchand’s throat. “I AM THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES! THE MOTHER OF TEARS!” the furious brunette leaned in close, her lips brushing her prey’s ear. “And your tears will sate me in a way your blood never could.”
With that she jerked Lemarchand off balance and laid out on her back, all the better to cinch both legs around the heathen’s waist. Legs kicking frantically as she suffered in Brewster’s coil, Lenore rolled this way and that, trying to get a hand or an ankle on the ropes to no avail. “Hold your tongue for now, heathen!” Adelaide advised Al when she saw the official about to drop to one knee. “But keep a close watch and ask for a surrender once you see tears cutting tracks through the bloOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Too blind and too far removed to make the ropes before the zealot put her to sleep, Lenore worried her chin into the crook of Brewster’s elbow and worked her muzzle down low enough to sink her teeth into opposing bicep! The vise around her waist loosened considerably, allowing Lemarchand to scramble to one knee. Still chewing on Adelaide’s arm, the Raven thum-thum-THUMPED several sharp elbows into the Churchgoer’s tummy in an effort to finally free herself from “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” The Weeping Angel broke her grip or rather, she pulled her right hand away from the clasp so she could raaaaaaaaaake her nails across Lenore’s eyes!
Snarling in delight once she freed herself from Lemarchand’s teeth, Brewster snatched a double handful of hair, forced the Courtier down flat and straddled her back, all the better to scrape her face back ‘n forth against the canvas! “Chew on that, little bird.” she hissed over Lenore’s muffled protestations. “Chew. On. That!”
The promise of third degree mat burns kept Adelaide atop her mount for several more seconds, unfortunately she was far from sated when Carpenter began his count. Even then she drew the punishment out til ‘FOUR!’ and took her time in peeling the mewling brunette off the canvas. “That count was quite spirited, arbiter.” Adelaide muttered in the midst of securing Lenore in a snug Waistlock. “Some might even call it quick. I wonder if you’ll maintain that tempo when the little bird’s ass is pointed to the sky.”
“You really want to question my judgment when I could’ve thrown this match out ten minutes ago?” Al asked blandly.
“No. I want you to shut up and let her suffer.” Adelaide got low and bridged backward send Lenore up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless German Suplex. Folded in half by the heavy throw, Lemarchand could only squirm fitfully as Carpenter’s count was joined by several thousand FAWNatics…
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIMhu05f11s
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore twisted free of Adelaide’s grip to land on her tummy, the wounded bendyback immediately curling up in a ball to tend to the worst of her aches. Beside her, Brewster rose to one knee and ‘flicked’ her trunks into place. “You’re pathetic.” Adelaide sniffed. “Attacking me from behind, daring to call yourself an avenging angel. You’re nothing of the kind. You’re bloodied, cowed and ready for slaughter.” The Daughter of Darkness twined her fingers in Lemarchand’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather in stages. Standing close enough to make sure Emily’s pet brat wouldn’t crumple in the first strong breeze, Adelaide took Lenore’s left wrist in her left hand and pinioned the Raven’s arm behind her head in that upside-down Hammerlock that played Harbinger to the Heart Pun--
‘OOOOHHHHH!’ A resounding rumble of ‘Oh No She Dint!’ surprise when Lemarchand lunged in and THUMPED a Kneelift between her tormentor’s thighs!
Dreams of carnage dashed by the nausea roiling up from her center, Adelaide stumbled into a woozy clench, the knock-kneed zealot wrapping Lenore over one shoulder and under the other. “Yuuuhhh… you’ll pay for that.” she rasped in the Raven’s ear. “No one in this building will ever forget the sound of your huurrrghhhNNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand returned the clench with interest, then double pumped her left knee into the former World Champion’s crotch! Brewster didn’t quite go limp, but she grew oddly sludgy in Lenore’s grip, forcing her to step back to accommodate the shifting weight. “You kept me out of this ring for two months.” Lemarchand hissed in the other brunette’s ear. “You gave Gabby Mendoza the strategy that let her humiliate me in front of a sold-out arena. If you think I give a damn about your threats…” the Fair & Radiant Maiden used her knee to nudge Adelaide’s knees apart, then THUMPED one more shot into her aching nethers. “…then you are sorely mistaken.”
Brewster’s only response was a soft mewling, a sound which pleased Lemarchand to no end. Shrugging free of the zealot’s wilting grasp to slap on a rough Wristlock, Lenore stepped away, dropped a hip and slung the other brunette at the far corner with an Irish Whip. Each step was a study in gut-churning anguish, yet the pain actually worked in Adelaide’s favor as it galvanized her nerves enough to let her spin around into a relatively painless back-to-buckles collision. Brewster grunted, threw her arms over the top rope and sagged against the canvas-covered steel to take the worst of the pressure off her-- Lenore charged in on the end of a sweeping arc and hopped up to THWHACK her right elbow into the side of Adelaide’s skull.
RUNNING ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2x5ewJBuSE
The Queen of Nightmares shuddered, forced her way past Lemarchand with a rough shoulder and made for the wider confines of the squared cir-- Lenore caught a handful of her rival’s waistband and reeled her back into a quick Waistlock. Taking pains to grind her knotted hands into Brewster’s exposed midsection, Emily’s Lady in Waiting dropped her hips and snapped off a quick bridge to give Adelaide a German Suplex of her own, one that BWUUUNGED the base of her skull into the second turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2B5_Pb1xjQ
Arms swaddled around her aching head, Brewster was so absorbed by her own hurts that she didn’t realize Lenore had hold of her left ankle until after she’d draped the right one over the bottom rope. “Leggo of me.” Adelaide grabbed hold of the second strand and pulled a little harder. “I said let go dammNNNGGHHH!”
Lemarchand stomped a brief, albeit furious mudhole in the True Believer’s midsection, stopping only once Brewster relented enough for her to finish draping the right leg. Pleased with her preparations, Lenore turned around and stormed away, hips swinging angrily as she made her way to the far corner. The raven sigil went up when she reached her destination and the FAWNatics returned it a thousandfold, meaning Adelaide was staring down a very large unkindness when Lemarchand raced down her own back trail and took to the skies. The Daughter of Darkness saw the heathen’s knees pull up to her chest and she knew what was coming, but with her legs parted and her head swimming she could only brace for impact before Lenore THWHUMPED both heels into her crotch with a savage hesitation Dropkick!
“NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Adelaide jolted free of the awkward predicament and would’ve curled into a tight ball if Lenore hadn’t laid claim to both ankles and draaagged her into the middle of the ring. The Spring Breakers urged the Courtier to try for a cover, but that was more mercy than Lemarchand could muster at the moment. Rather she dropped the left leg and deftly stepped over / spun around the right. With that limb kinked behind her left calf, Lenore pressed Adelaide’s folded leg against her left shin and dropped to a seat even as she hooked her right leg over the Churchgoer’s exposed right ankle. Already smiling, Emily’s Lady in Waiting planted her hands and hoisted her butt almost six inches off the mat.
Figure Four Leglock, Lenore Lemarchand to Adelaide Brewster.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEb9EqDfE84
“FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!” Adelaide sat up like the canvas was electrified, one hand buried deep in her own hair while the other clutched and worried at Lemarchand’s right ankle. Lenore didn’t try to stop her, but she made the former champ’s predicament that much more dire by rocking her hips up ‘n down, up ‘n down. “Heathen bytch!” Brewster wailed. “Get the hell offa meEEERRRRRRHHHHH!” Lemarchand rocked that much harder, the bendybacked brunette’s smile fading as she sought to extract a submission from her suffering rival.
“You holding up, Adelaide?” Al asked after ten more seconds of punishment. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Adelaide shook her head ‘no’ at once. “This doesn’t concern you in the slightest, arbitOOWWW YOU CHEAP--”
Lemarchand returned her tush to the mat, leaned forward and started pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING Hammer Punches into the trapped battler’s straining left knee!
Forced to sit up to defend against this grievous insult, Brewster managed to catch the Raven’s wrist, unfortunately Lenore immediately went to work with her other hand, first yanking the zealot’s kneepad up over her thigh, then resuming the previous bludgeoning. Adelaide hissed in anguish and went to catch hold of Lenore’s wrist only to find herself engaged in some extremely energetic hand fighting. Forehead to forehead over the writhing tangle of limbs, Brewster growled, “Disgusting tramp. Of course you’d have to climb into my trunks to work your way back into this NGH!”
Lenore Headbutted her across the bridge of the nose and continued to grind against Adelaide’s temple when the Churchgoer turned away. “Sorry sweetie, you lost claim to moral superiority the instant you tried to gouge out my OOOOOOOWWWWW YOU CUNT!”
The Queen of Nightmares tossed the Courtier’s hand away, caught a whole lotta hair and wrenched her head back so she could sink her teeth into the side of Lemarchand’s neck! Loathe to abandon the Figure Four even if Brewster was trying to drink her dry, Lenore twined a hand around Adelaide’s dark hair and pulled until she felt the other wrestler whine against her fluttering throat. “All right, all right, enough of that!” Carpenter ordered when neither lass showed any signs of relenting. “I mean it, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
They broke apart within half a second of the double DQ, Lenore clearing out and getting up several steps ahead of the Weeping Angel thanks to the damage done by the Leglock. Pouncing on Brewster as she made it to one knee, Lemarchand made a point to twiiiiiist her adversary’s ears while she NNNNGGGGHH!” Adelaide whipped her right arm around the Raven’s neck and clasped her hands to wedge Lenore’s chin against the point of her shoulder. Then she kicked both feet forward and dropped to a seat to bobble Lemarchand’s head with a nasty Jawbreaker!
MOUTHFUL OF BLOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6-_qBQw0nM
Lenore landed on her knees and rose quickly enough, though she was doubled over with one hand pressed to her jolted tee-- The Daughter of Darkness scrambled to boot-leather and immediately kicked her right leg high overhead to bring that foot THWHAPPING down on the nape of Lenore’s neck! The Axe Kick rocked Lemarchand back on her heels but it was the Roaring Elbow that put her flat on the deck, Adelaide making a concentrated effort to THWHACK her shot against the point of Lenore’s chin!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
The Fair & Radiant Maiden hit the deck in an awkward sprawl and Adelaide settled down atop her in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on her knees, Brewster brought her thighs together to consign Lemarchand to the darkness while Al and the rest of the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore braced her feet on the mat, her hands on Adelaide’s rump and pushed up on both to send the zealot onto all fours in the nick of time. Hissing in disdain in the wake of the near fall, Brewster spun to one knee and elected to clamp a hand over Lenore’s face to haul her back to verticality. Lemarchand squealed in distress and instinctively grabbed at the other brunette’s encroaching wrist with both hands. Adelaide allowed this just long enough to stuff a malicious fist into the Courtier’s belly no less than half a dozen times. From there she cinched her arms around Lenore’s upper thighs, went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP opposing crotch atop the posted joint.
“Don’t you dare scream, don’t even whimper!” Adelaide stuffed a hand over Lemarchand’s mouth as her knees came together in a protective clench. “You want something WORTH screaming about little bird? Try this!” She laced both hands around the back of Lenore’s noggin and leapt into the air with her right knee rising to the level of the Raven’s temple. Wedging the former against the latter, she laid out on her back to THWONK Lemarchand’s braincase with a gorgeous Single Knee Facebuster!
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWygYpLjRgg
The force of it left Lenore reeling in place but Brewster had an idea that she wasn’t gonna hit the deck just yet, so she pulled both knees against her chest and fired a Mule Kick into the heathen’s tummy to send her backpedaling into the ropes. Lenore hit the rubber-coated steel and bounced off like a drunk maybe a heartbeat after Adelaide made it to her feet. Dropping a shoulder just in time to bury it in the other brunette’s gut, Brewster caught her around the thighs and went up on tiptoe for the second time in as many minutes, only now she twisted around in a smooth half circle and dropped forward and down to THAWHUNK Emily’s Lady in Waiting to the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy of a Spinebuster! Adelaide bounced back on her knees and immediately floated over into a Crossbody, greedily hooking the far leg to keep Lemarchand folded in half through…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewTKT5UCxos
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore shot a shoulder into the air, earning a roar from the crowd and a hiss of rage from the former World Champion. “Flimsy little bird.” Adelaide twined her fingers in Lenore’s dark hair, peeled her off the mat and promptly CRAAACKED a stiff slap across her cheek. “How many times do I have to swat you to the ground before you’ll just stay OOFFFFHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden sent the Churchgoer reeling with a two handed shove, then charged and flicked her right leg up in a sawed-off Big Boot pointed squarely at Brewster’s ch-- Adelaide slapped the strike aside, forcing Lenore to stumble awkwardly. Rounding on the zealot immediately thereafter, Lenore “NNNNGGGHH!” The Queen of Nightmares doubled her over with a Toe Kick, slapped on a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to SPIKE the crown of her prey’s skull into the canvas with an Evenflow DDT!
EVENFLOW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdMaprgLmBo
Lenore flopped onto her back in a defenseless spread eagle, but Brewster didn’t so much as think about a cover. Rather she got to her feet and went straight to the nearest corner, where she boosted herself into a perch on the second turnbuckle. Shadow hanging long over the vulnerable battler, Adelaide’s lips curled up in a smile like charring paper as she hooked her thumbs together and raised both hands overhead in a sigil the crowd knew all too well. Nothing but jeers greeted this counterfeit Raven, yet it seemed to galvanize the True Believer because Brewster got an unhealthy amount of air when she sprang outta the corner and tucked her heels against butt, all the better to THWHUMP both knees into Lenore’s chest.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAA26jcR5Ts
“AAAAAWWWW GAAAAAHHHHH!” Lemarchand wailed in high, reedy hurt, as she beat her heels against the mat and strapped her arms over her midsection to-- Adelaide hurried over and silenced the heathen’s puling by planting the full weight of her backside atop the Courtier’s upturned face!
“Welcome to your own personal Eternal Midnight, sister.” Brewster taunted amidst scuffing her undercarriage over the protesting topography of her foe’s features. “I hope you enjoy screaming into the dark!” The muffled wails against her trunks suggested the exact opposite was true, though those sad noises were all but drowned out as Al and the sold-out crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore didn’t so much kick out as she did shudder violently enough to send Adelaide slopping to one side. The Daughter of Darkness regarded Carpenter with undisguised hate and she probably would’ve scored the zebra’s face to ribbons then and there if her flexing hands hadn’t found Lemarchand’s throat first. Throttling the Raven even as she hauled the both of them to boot leather, Brewster abruptly relinquished the stranglehold to seize the Courtier’s right wrist. In the next instant she whipped around behind Lenore and hooked her free arm through the other brunette’s thighs so she could hoist her up onto her shoulders for a taste of Blood & Black La--
“AAAAARRRRHHHH BYTCH!” Adelaide listed hard to the left because the heathen was raking and clawing at her eyes with that free hand. “EYES, CARPENTER!” Brewster shrieked. “GET THE BYTCH OFFA MY EYES!”
Out of position behind his charges, Al was quick to circle around. “Ok Lenore, get away from her NNNGGGGHHH!”
The Weeping Angel whipped through a half circle in hopes of dislodging the heathenish claw. In this she was successful, unfortunately she also slammed Lenore’s feet into the side of Al’s skull! Even worse, the unexpected impact caused Brewster to lose her grip on the Raven, thus allowing Lenore to tumble down her back and land on one knee behind the startled zealot. Rounding on the penitent brunette in the blink of an eye, Adelaide plunged her hands into Lemarchand’s hair only abandon her grips in a fury when Lenore stood up and raked her face with both hands! Not about to go toe to toe with the Raven if she couldn’t see, Brewster cleared off as fast as she-- Lenore planted her right foot behind Adelaide and snugged the blinded grappler’s right arm across her own midsection. Then she leaned forward, a shift that bent Adelaide back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around the former champ’s head in a Front Facelock. The fans recognized the set-up before Adelaide, indeed they were trying to blow the roof off the place when Emily’s Lady in Waiting snapped down and back, Lemarchand landing flat while Adelaide was PLANTED on the crown of her skull by the Nepenthean Dream.
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiCBjm0OkmA
Brewster bounced through to a slumped seat but was pulled down immediately thereafter so Lenore could slide across her chest and hook the far-- “Dammit.” Lemarchand leaned back on her haunches once she saw Al on one knee rubbing his temples. “You ok to make a count, Carpenter?” she called.
“Yeah… I think so. Just gimme a second.”
“I can give you a few.” Trailing off as she returned her attention to the vulnerable Churchgoer, Lenore clamped down on Brewster’s left wrist and peeled her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Soon as she was all the way up Lemarchand charged forward and dropped into a skidding Baseball Slide to pass through those splayed stems and come out the other side still in possession of Adelaide’s wrist. Deep in the clutches of the Nepenthean Dream, Brewster didn’t register the forearm grinding against her crotch and she only grunted softly when Lenore twisted her around and slapped on a Standing Headscissors.
A murmur of surprise ran through the crowd. It looked like something they’d seen before, albeit not for several years. Their suspicions grew to a near certainty when Lenore took hold of Adelaide’s dangling right hand and tugged it between her thighs to complete the rarely seen, exceptionally unpleasant Double Pumphandle. Holding Brewster trapped in that awkward position, Lemarchand sighed, “An eye for an eye may leave the whole world blind, but I swear I’ll see long enough to put a stake through your heart.”
The last word was still on her lips when Lenore bent down and yanked up, a violent shift that spun the Weeping Angel over and up for what might have been a Powerbomb if Lemarchand had let the other brunette settle on her shoulders. But there was no rest (or mercy) of any kind for Adelaide -- Lenore took a single giant step back and pulled hard on the zealot’s crossed hands to stretch her out full length several feet above the canvas. Then the Raven dropped to her butt and Brewster fell alongside, the Daughter of Darkness THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and belly by the first Nevermore in God knew how long.
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Adelaide bounced on impact, just not enough to make it onto her back, so Lenore helped out by stuffing the crown of her head into the other brunette’s ribs. Cradling both legs the instant her prey was turned, Lemarchand didn’t simply cover, she drove every bit of her weight into Brewster’s chest to make sure she stayed down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lenore tossed the stems aside and scrambled to her feet so Carpenter could raise her hand even before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
More than happy to let the Courtier preen a little, Al stepped with Lenore so she could turn to-- the Fair & Radiant Maiden pulled free, pounced on Brewster’s waist and filled her hands with the Weeping Angel’s defenseless bounty! Adelaide hissed in exhausted surprise and managed to catch a handful of hair, which only seemed to enrage the victrix. Lemarchand ignored the hair-hold in favor of seizing Brewster’s other hand so she could pin it behind the zealot’s head in an arrangement very similar to the one Adelaide herself used for the Heart Punch. And Lenore did in fact target her rival’s chest, although in a different fashion. Tugging the cup away from Adelaide’s left breast, she took the former World Champion’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted until Brewster was shrieking and kicking like a woman possessed!
“Know why I’m working your tits instead of your eyes, sweetie?” Lenore hissed. “It’s because I want you HURT, not injured. “I wanna make sure you’re healthy enough for me to kick your ass all over again tomorrow night. And the night after that and the night after that and--”
“LOATHSOME BYTCH!” Adelaide snarled in pain and rage as she finally unseated the heathen from her hateful perch.
About that time Al hooked an arm around Lenore’s waist and drew her back while simultaneously stepping between the incensed rivals. “Easy now ladies, the match is over. Lenore, take your lap. Adelaide catch your breath and WHOAH!”
The Daughter of Darkness slipped by the well meaning zebra, plunged a shoulder into Lemarchand’s navel and plowed forward until she heard and felt Lenore BWUUUNG against the buckles. “YOU THINK YOU CAN HUMILIATE ME?” Brewster screamed in the other wrestler’s face even as she caught Lenore’s jaw and cheeks in one hand. “I AM THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES! THE BLOOD GODDESS!” She forced Lemarchand’s head back over the top rope, all the better to expose the Raven’s neck. “AND YOU? YOU’RE NOTHING BUT LOOING CHATTLEAAARRRRRRRRRHHHH!”
Adelaide leaned forward to drink deep from the Courtier’s well and then Lenore DID jab a thumb in her attacker’s left eye. Brewster stumbled back without releasing her grip on Lemarchand’s mug, so Emily’s Lady in Waiting followed her out just far enough to sweep her feet out from under with a Double Leg Takedown. Landing on her knees between the True Believer’s parted stems, Lenore threw herself atop Adelaide and would’ve fought until one of them succumbed to unconsciousness if Al and few other refs (Craig Long and Merle among their number) hadn’t combined their efforts to prize them apart.
“Get her outta here, NOW!” Carpenter directed Merle and Craig as soon as they had Brewster under control. “We can handle Len--” Lemarchand tore free of her captors, charged Adelaide and-- Al caught her in mid-leap and kept moving forward to create some much needed distance.
“THIS ISN’T OVER!” Adelaide screamed from the foot of the ramp. “THREE SECONDS MEANS NOTHING AND YOU KNOW IT! YOUR DESTINY IS TO BEG AT MY FEET!”
“YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME, BYTCH!” Lenore shrieked right back. “ANYWHERE, ANYTIME! WHENEVER YOU’RE TIRED OF HIDING, WE’LL FINISH THIS!”
Adelaide bellowed a response, but distance and crowd noise reduced it to unintelligible hatred. Sensing Brewster was finally out of sight, Al said, “I’m going to set you down, Lenore. But if you so much as twitch in the direction of the stage…” he trailed off, apparently unsure of how to finish. After a moment he did as promised, returning the Raven to terra firma.
“Gonna tackle me, Al? Not sure Jenny would approve.”
“Don’t think Kent would either. Take a deep breath, Len. There’s always tomorrow night. No need to continue this thing in a parking lot… or a cemetery for that matter.”
“Oh, I intend to finish this in the ring. I want as many eyes the FAWN Arena as possible when I take Adelaide’s fangs for a trophy.”
“I’m going to assume that’s symbolic and not literal.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Al.”