Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 0:37:49 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and at the request of both participants will be fought under Penthouse Rules. This means that claw holds, biting, hair-pulling and closed-fist punches will not draw a warning from the referee. Strangleholds and attacks to the eyes are still not allowed, though the standing count has been extended to ten seconds from five. Introducing first, 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’ continuing to grow as she played Dr. Van Helsing in a one-woman war against FAWN’s resident bloodsucker. Those gathered for Summer Swelter cheered all the louder when Emily’s Lady in Waiting stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Pausing to survey her surroundings, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. It was returned a thousand-fold, thus providing a suitable backdrop for her journey to the squared circle.
For her latest battle with the Sanguinaire Smoke Show, Lenore chose 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
Intent on finishing the job she’d started at Spring Break, Lenore little attention to the hands extended her way as she traversed the aisle and climbed the steel steps. Vaulting over the top rope in an effortless little leap, the Fair & Radiant Maiden stalked to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before dropping it to pat the point of her left elbow half a dozen times. Lemarchand never actually said a word, but lip readers had no trouble making out what she mouthed. ‘Right through her heart.’
“And introducing her opponent, 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:
Never in a good mood even on the best days, Brewster looked particularly vicious tonight, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show no doubt still fuming over her loss at Spring Break. Favoring the crowd with a hateful, hungry glare, tilted her head back and spewed a plume of Red Mist into the air overhead. Soothed by the patter of ‘rain’ on her head and shoulders, the Goddess of Gore headed down the ramp toward her favorite killing floor. For tonight’s dinner engagement she 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 claimed the center as her very own. Eyes locked on Lenore, she spread her arms wide, daring the Courtier to approach. Lemarchand did not, though she did make a point of patting her left elbow again. “C’mon Adelaide.” referee Al Carpenter said quietly. “Go to your corner, I need to do the final inspection.” “I don’t need weapons to make her bleed.” Adelaide replied loud enough for Lenore to here. “But I’m happy to help calm the cattle before slaughter.” With that she backed into the opposite corner, her dark eyes never once leaving Lenore’s.
In stark contrast to their last match, which began with stereo Valkyrie shrieks and a prolonged brawl in the aisle around the ring, tonight’s encounter between Bat and Raven was almost preternaturally quiet aside from the rumble of the crowd and the loud CLANG of the bell. Which was not to say it was in any way less contentious than their previous matches, as nothing could be further from the truth. Walking toward the other on a razor-sharp diagonal, Brewster and Lemarchand came together center ring in a mutual lunge that looked like the beginning of a Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up, but ended with one hand buried in her opponent’s hair.
Quick to take advantage of the, ahem, relaxed stipulations, the brunettes wrenched their opponent’s head to one side. With the other half of that hated face exposed, Lenore flattened her free hand into a palm and set to work peppering Adelaide’s cheek, jaw and temple with at least half a dozen stinging shots. Not to be outdone, the Daughter of Darkness hooked her fingers into claws and scored Lemarchand from temple to chin over and over, Brewster making *sure* the tip of her index brushed the corner of the Courtier’s left eye on more than one occasion.
The welts and scratches raised by this opening salvo spoke to the damage inflicted, yet neither Courtier nor Churchgoer made an effort to pull away or hand-fight with their attacker’s talon, they didn’t even cry out. They merely stomped in a ragged little circle and pulled, scratched and clawed in silence, neither woman willing to offer so much as a whimper or groan to her nemesis. This continued for approximately fifteen seconds and probably could’ve gone a lot longer had Adelaide not abruptly doubled down on her hair-hold and used it to yank Lenore into a grinding Side Headlock.
Damned sure to keep Lemarchand’s left temple snug against the point of her right hip, Adelaide plunged her left hand into the Raven’s dark mane and pulled hard enough to get that all important first hiss of pain. “Scream.” Brewster demanded as she attempted to denude the other wrestler’s scalp. “Scream for me, you helpless little bird.” The Weeping Angel twined another few turns of Lemarchand’s hair around her fingers and jostled her hand back and forth to underscore the seriousness of her demand.
Lenore did not. Instead she cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist and squeeeeeeeeezed until her attacker let out a surprised little gasp. Thus tethered to her adversary, Lemarchand pivoted them in a half circle and started marching toward the nearest corn-- Adelaide twisted her hips to spin them back to the center, then pulled Lenore’s hair just because it felt so damned good. “I’m in no mood to be denied, bytch.” Brewster explained in the midst of crushing Lemarchand’s noggin within the triangle of her hip, bicep and forearm. “You stole from me at Spring Break and I mean to take back everything I nnnnggghhEERRRRHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden put her left foot against the pit of Adelaide’s right knee and pushed down, forcing the other brunette into a bit of most unwelcome genuflection. Lemarchand should’ve made the trip too, but managed to twist her way out of Brewster’s grasp when the former World Champion tried to adjust her footing. Helping herself to Adelaide’s right wrist on her way out, Lenore spun into place behind the Churchgoer and applied the Hammerlock so tight that Brewster was forced onto tiptoe. Still no word from the Raven, probably a good thing as any observations might’ve been interrupted by the Back Elbow Adelaide slashed over her right shoulder. Lenore pulled her chin back to avoid the shot by perhaps an inch and a half, then made Brewster curse the error with a spiteful tug on the Hammerlock. Not about to let the heathen bitch control her arm uncontested, Adelaide patted at her wrenched shoulder a few times, then dipped low and spun behind the other brunette in search of a Hammerlock of her owNO!
Emily’s Lady in Waiting mirrored the move, jostled the hold again, then released it in favor of her own Side Headlock. Yanking Adelaide down into the trap she herself had so recently occupied, Lenore swatted her archrival’s face half a dozen times, then took her nose between thumb and forefinger and twissssssssted until Brewster was stamping in place to ignore the pain. The frustration evident in that staccato sound was music to Lemarchand’s ears, yet there were others she enjoyed even more, so she straightened them both up and drove a hip into Brewster’s trim tummy so she could sling her up, over and down with a Headlock Takedown that brought the brunettes to the canvas for the first time that evening.
“You may be a former World Champion, but you can’t pull hair for shyt.” Lenore opined as she worked to keep her face away from Adelaide’s questing claws. “You can’t just pull in one direction and hope to make a girl quit. You want results?” She halved the Headlock and ran her left hand through the True Believer’s long hair, Lemarchand curling a good length of it around her fist once, twice, three times. “First you pull down,” she did just that, “then you pull up, making sure to hold it there for a few seconds longer.” The Raven continued to demonstrate her strategy, much to the distress of Adelaide, whose heels beat an enraged tattoo on the mat. Showing the first trace of a smile, Lenore went on. “So you repeat the up, down cycle a couple of times and then, when the brat is really starting to worry about losing a fistful, you go from side to side. Like so.” Lemarchand pulled up as she tugged left and right, her technique looking for all the world like someone using a sponge on a particularly stubborn stain.
Snarling now, Adelaide got a hand against the side of the Raven’s face and gouged for all she was worth, but Lenore endured it with a groan to continue her own agonizing attack. “Kuuuuhhh… keep this up and it won’t be long before THERE!”
Lenore pulled her clutching hand away with a flourish, released the Headlock and rose to one knee. As for Adelaide, she tumbled away in the opposite direction but came up in much the same position, though she had one hand pressed to the top of her head. Eyes locked on Queen of Nightmares, Lemarchand stood up, turned her fist over and opened it wide to show off a small but undeniable tuft of Adelaide’s locks.
Only dimly aware of the incredulous ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd, Lenore kept her eyes locked on Adelaide as she said, “THAT’S how you pull hair, bytch.” She brought the heel of that palm to her chin and puffed once, blowing the sad little clump onto the canvas not too far from its previous owner.
Already on her feet, Brewster took a deep breath and ran both hands over her hair to smooth it back. “A timely lesson, little bird. Perhaps its time I taught you one of my own.”
Lemarchand rolled her shoulders, not giving the other brunette an inch. “You’re more than welcome to--”
Adelaide shot in showing Headlock only to twist to one side and go low, the Churchgoer threading her left arm between Lenore’s legs. Hooking the left thigh at once, Brewster drew the heathen across her shoulders and immediately dumped her onto her back courtesy a Fireman’s Carry. Lenore sat up on impact but made it no farther because Adelaide clamped down on each shoulder and THUMPED a knee into the Raven’s upper back. Cringing, the seated brunette reached back for her foe’s wrists, a relatively easy task because Brewster took her head in both hands. Just like that she rolled Lemarchand onto her stomach and crawled aboard, Adelaide snuggling her glutes into the hollow of the Courtier’s back. Still holding Lenore’s noggin, Brewster thum-thum-thump-THUMPED her forehead against the mat, then draaaaaaaaaaaagged it this way and that like she meant to scrape her face clean off!
The generous nature of Penthouse rules meant Al didn’t immediately close in to halt the aggressive abrading, but Adelaide didn’t carry it much beyond a silent ‘FOUR’ count anyway because the obnoxious Courtier managed to find her attacker’s forearms and raaaaaaaaaaake them no less than half a dozen times. Ending the first stage of her treatment with a single hard BWUNK, Brewster pulled her hands away from Lenore’s claws, then flattened them into paddles and slapped the back of the other brunette’s head until Lemarchand was forced to cover up.
“Oh no, that’s not how this story goes.” Adelaide taunted her opposition. “No hiding tonight, little bird. Tonight your agony is on display for the whole world!” Lenore responded by trying to squirm out from under the Weeping Angel, so Adelaide dug her knees into the heathen’s ribs, then leaned down and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a series of Forearm Smashes against Lemarchand’s guard.
Those hastily assembled defenses gave way soon enough, allowing Brewster to claim the Raven’s biceps just above the elbow. Lenore knew what Adelaide had in mind the instant the bloodthirsty bytch shifted from a straddle to a seat, unfortunately her bucking and writhing wasn’t enough to keep Brewster from securing both wings over the strong planes of her thighs. Even then Lenore continued to fight, the bendy-back keeping her chin in tight to her sternum while simultaneously bicycling her legs to eat up some, ANY of the distance between herself and the ropes. Adelaide let her prey squirm, indeed she was smiling broadly when she filled both hands with Lenore’s hair and repaid the earlier rough treatment with eye-watering interest. After several seconds she collected the trapped lovely’s hair in a single ragged top-knot and pulled that much harder.
“Give me your chin, little bird.”
“No f*cking chance, bytch.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden growled. “You want it, you’re going to have to take EEERRRRHHHH…EYE!” Lenore barked as Adelaide attacked her left socket with a three-fingered claw. “GET HER OFFA MY EYNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
In fighting to protect her eye Lemarchand exposed her chin, thus allowing Brewster to lace both hands beneath and CRAAAAAAAANK back on the Camel Clutch!
“There, keep your precious eye.” Adelaide sniffed. “It’s more fun breaking your back anyway!” She bounced her tush against the hollow of Lenore’s back and leaned back that much farther.
Pretty features twisted in pain as she endured the hatefully familiar hold, Lemarchand couldn’t get an arm free of the other brunette’s knees so she began gouging her left elbow into Brewster’s ribs. Her positioning was shyt but her persistence was not and eventually Adelaide shifted enough for Lenore to wrest that arm loose. Unperturbed by this development, the Queen of Nightmares pulled her foe’s chin a little harder, leaned in close and made a great show of licking Lemarchand from chin to temple. Smiling as disgust shuddered through the other wrestler, Brewster yoked back on the Chinlock and carefully brushed some hair off Lenore’s forehead. “Tell them you’re helpless.” Adelaide nibbled the Raven’s left ear. “Go on, little bird. Beg for Emily to send some pawns down here to save you from the--”
Lenore stopped her arduous crawl across the canvas to bury that free hand in Brewster’s hair. “Nuuuuhhhh… not helpless, bytch.” she groaned. “Not when I can feel your scalp starting to givOOOOH YOU VILE BYTCHHHEEERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Bound and determined to keep Lemarchand’s face in full view of the camera while she tore her apart, the Daughter of Darkness reached down with her free hand, caught hold of the Courtier’s top and yanked down, exposing her breasts! The breeze had barely registered on Lenore’s curves when Adelaide took hold of one nipple and began to twist. “I SAID BEG FOR HELP!” Brewster shifted focus to the other nub for identical punishment. “TELL THEM YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!”
Lenore hissed and wailed, but refused to offer anything more cogent, much to the zealot’s frustration. Abandoning the Chinlock in disgust, Adelaide doubled down on the pincer strategy, just pulling, tweaking, twisting and rolling the sensitive flesh between thumb and forefinger. Cheeks red with a galling mixture of pain and embarrassment, Lemarchand continued to inch her way toward the ropes, her progress increasing once she slid her right arm offa the former World Champion’s thigh. Shifting from her butt to her knees to better follow the heathen’s skulking retreat, Adelaide didn’t relent until Lenore reached out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope with both hands. “Break!” she growled. “Break the f*cking holGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Adelaide palmed the Courtier’s head in both hands and pulled back to hold her face roughly level with the nearest camera. “SAY IT AGAIN!” Brewster didn’t just yell it, she was practically screaming. “MAKE SURE EVERYONE CAN HEAR IT YOU BITAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Lenore pulled free of the domineering brunette’s grasp and promptly sank her teeth into the soft skin at the base of Brewster’s right thumb! Such energetic gnawing would’ve drawn the official despite the Penthouse rules, but Adelaide was in no mood to endure such dithering so she crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it across the Raven’s eyes! Lenore shrieked, halved her grip on the rubber-coated steel yet refused to release Brewster’s hurtin’ hand. Eyes narrowed to black slots, the Queen of Nightmares balled her rakin’ hand into a fist and dropped Hammer Fists on the back of Lemarchand’s head until--
“That’s right, bytch.” Adelaide huffed with relief as Lenore’s jaws finally popped open. Plunging both hands into Lenore’s hair, the former World Champion hauled her heathen to verticality, dragged her back to the middle of the squared circle and proceeded to tenderize those vaunted abs until Emily’s Lady in Waiting was doubled over in breathless contemplation of her toes. Bulls-eye painted on the back of Lemarchand’s skull, the Weeping Angel whipped her right leg up, then down in a standing Axe Kick that was really more of an elevated Stomp. Whatever you call it, the blow collided with Lenore’s noggin and popped her up straight while Adelaide twisted around on one heel and PWAAAK!
Lenore caught her righteous nemesis coming outta the discus twirl with a straight left hand that mashed Brewster’s lips against her teeth! World exploding in a starburst, Adelaide listed hard to the right, the stunned zealot instinctively raising her hands to intercept the heathen’s follow-up cli--THWHACK! Lenore didn’t clench, she planted on her back (right) foot and swept the left up and across in a Roundhouse that connected firmly with the side of Brewster’s skull!
Knocked sideways by the heavy strike, the Daughter of Darkness stepped in a whole field’s worth of fencepost holes as she stumbled and staggered toward the nearest set of rop--“OOOOOFFFFFHHHH!” Lenore caught her from the side with something that could’ve been a tackle or a Shoulderblock depending on your vantage point. Whatever you called it, it drove Brewster into the strands and might’ve sent her all the way to the floor if she hadn’t hooked a death-grip around the top rope. “BREAK!” Adelaide roared. “BACK OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES YOU CRAZY HUUURRRHHK!”
Snugged in tight behind the other brunette, Lenore slipped her hands under the top rope so she could reach up and lock ‘em across the back of Adelaide’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. But instead of something so pleasant as a Snapmare, she pulled down and dropped to one knee, all the better to force her discombobulated prey down throat-first across the rubber-coated steel! “What was that?” Lemarchand hissed as the True Believer began to sputter and gag. “Say it louder, asshole. I couldn’t hear you!”
Adelaide didn’t say much, least not that was cogent. Oh there were plenty of threatening shrieks, hisses and gurgles, not to mention near constant raking of the Courtier’s shoulders and forearms, but Lenore endured these for almost ten seconds before releasing her grip so she could THWHACK a single stiff Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent’s skull! Slumped in the ropes after the combination of strangulation and bludgeoning, Brewster offered little in the way of resistance when Lemarchand prized her away from the ropes just far enough to slip her upper body into the space between top and middle strand. From there she draped Adelaide’s arms over the top rope, effectively removing them from whatever bit of nastiness she had planned.
“Penthouse means the rules are relaxed, not nonexistent.” Carpenter noted as Lenore coiled an arm around the zealot’s neck. “I can’t just let you mug her in the ropes all night, Lenore.”
“Then start a count.” Lemarchand muttered without glancing in his direction. “I always work better with a deadline anyway.” Al *didn’t* start a count, but he stayed close enough to hear Adelaide gasp when the Raven bore down on that impromptu Sleeper. “I knew all those pretensions to elegance were bullshyt.” she sighed in Brewster’s ear. “Queen of Nightmares my ass, you’re nothing but a tacky sorority girl with Edge-Lord tendencies.” She buried her other hand in Adelaide’s hair and wrenched her head back, exposing the former World Champion’s throat. After a moment, she asked, “You want to fight inside my top, Brewster? Two can play that gaMMEERRGGHH!”
Brewster raised her right foot and stamped down like she meant to grind the toes of Lemarchand’s right foot to paste. “Your trumpery costume doesn’t interest me in the slightest, little bird.” Adelaide giggled despite the flush creeping into her cheeks. “My favorite battleground is your delusional little mind. After all it’s where you’re the most vulnerabNNGGHHHAAAAAARRRHHH OOOOOOOHHHHH YOU EVIL BYTCH!”
Lenore pulled her foot free of Brewster’s grind and drove a quick Kneelift between her glutes, though this was done more to distract the other brunette from her left hand, which spidered around and across Adelaide’s thigh before working its way up into the leg-hole of those scant velvet briefs! “You really think you can play mind games with me?” Lenore’s tone was as probing and mean as that encroaching claw, which continued to ripple and bulge the fabric of Adelaide’s tiny tights. “Elise tried. Amara tried. They even succeeded for a time. But you remember how those stories ended?” she posed the question with a particularly vicious pinch.
“I duhhhnn… don’t give a f*ck what happened to those losssssss… losers.” Brewster panted. “All I care about is the taste of your tears on my--”
Adelaide’s roar of disgust was almost obscured by the Oh No She Din’t! ‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ of the FAWNatics when Lemarchand abandoned the Crotch Claw for an equally aggressive / derisive Hand Smother!
“Taste that, you witch.” Lenore growled as Brewster thrashed and stamped, her head whipping from side to side to escape the galling deprivation. She’d just pinched the other brunette’s nostrils between thumb and forefinger when Al began the much delayed count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting disengaged and took a giant step backward with both hands raised to shoulder-level. The ref would’ve offered his appreciation if Lenore hadn’t immediately shifted to her back (left) foot and stutter-stepped forward to THWHACK a pinpoint Super Kick offa the back of Adelaide’s defenseless noggin! Brewster’s head whipped forward then back before slumping forward once more, her chin resting heavily on her chest. There it would’ve stayed for who knows how long if Lemarchand hadn’t unhooked her arms from the top rope and marched her out to middle of the ring.
Actually ‘marched’ implied far too much coordination from the True Believer, this was more akin to a short drag, one that ended with Adelaide’s head wedged between her opponent’s thighs. A smattering of hoots and whistles reminded the Raven she hadn’t yet corrected the wardrobe malfunction inflicted by her adversary, but rather than spend a precious second fixing it, she doubled over, cinched both arms around Brewster’s waist and flipped her upside down. The sold-out crowd cheered lustily and Lenore didn’t wait long, indeed the noise hadn’t reached its peak when she rocked back on her heels and sat out, thus SPIKING the crown of Adelaide’s skull into the canvas.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
The Weeping Angel bounced to a seat immediately after the Piledriver, but no one was really surprised when she settled down flat once Lenore laid a rough hand on her shoulder. Sliding into a Crossbody in the next instant, the Fair & Radiant Maiden hooked the far leg, drawing Adelaide’s knee close to her chin while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster got a hand under Lenore’s chin and shoved hard, breaking the cover shortly after ’TWO’. “Huuuhhh… heathen bytch.” Adelaide’s voice was thick as she dragged herself to a seat. “I’ll make you regret the day you stepped foot in the MadhousNOOOOEEERRGHHHH!”
Sliding into a seat behind her righteous rival, Lenore grabbed a handful of hair to keep Brewster’s head in place while she brought her legs up and threaded them beneath Adelaide’s arms only to cross her ankles against the back of Brewster’s neck. With the other wrestler’s arms cranked out behind her at a rough forty-five degree angle, Lenore braced her own palms against the mat and raised her butt by a good six inches to put a whole lotta pressure on the Lotus Lock.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
“You want to take it back, come and try!” Lemarchand challenged as she puuuuuuuussshed forward with those strong stems to put even more strain on her opponent’s neck and shoulders. “Or is it those briefs on the mantle that you really want baKEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Lenore’s buns returned to the mat with a soft ‘thump’ because Adelaide had sunk her claws into the Courtier’s confining thighs. “You know what I want more than anything, bytch?” Brewster snarled as she gouged out a whole new set of welts. “I want your name removed from mine. I want this whole miserable industry to remember that I’ve been World Champion and you’re nothing but an errand girl for an aging, over-hyped piece of ARRRRRRRHHHH DAMMIT YOU BYTCH, STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
No warnings or threats from the usually vociferous Raven, she simply hunched forward, hooked her fingers into Brewster’s cups and pulled them down to avenge that earlier humiliation. Correction, the stripping only leveled the sartorial playing field. The avenging didn’t occur until Lenore filled her claws with Adelaide’s breasts and squeeeeeeeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white! “You’d be wise to leave her out of this.” Lemarchand released her claws for a moment so she could SLAP the underside of each helpless jugg several times. “You’re having a hard enough time dealing with me as it isssssseeeeerrrrrrggghhhhh… let go, Adelaide.”
Adelaide, who’d caught Lenore’s waistband in either hand and hiked it up by several inches shook her head ‘no’ and pulled a little harder. “Want these back? You can pry them from my cold, dead handSSOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Lemarchand returned another indignity with eye-watering interest, the Raven plucking and tweaking Adelaide’s nipples so enthusiastically she raised an enthusiastic ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant from the scofflaws, rapscallions and ne’er-do-well’s of Section 1408.
Al didn’t think a surrender was likely, yet he’d seen far stranger things in his time officiating FAWN bouts, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
Head down, hair hanging lank and mean in her face, Brewster hissed, “Call for the medics. You’ll want them close at hand after I’m done with AAAARRRRRRHHHHH STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” The former World Champion couldn’t keep the agonized keen from her demand as Lenore dragged her through a tour of the Nine Circles of Catfighting Hell.
A bit alarmed by the savage joy that pulsed through her at the sound of Adelaide’s wail, Lemarchand pinched that much harder as she relayed her terms. “You want out? Submit. Actually, don’t submit. Quit.”
Brewster shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Never again, bytch.”
“Good.” Lenore replied simply. “My fingers aren’t tired yeWHOOOAAAAHH!”
Forced to admit that she couldn’t simply power free of the Raven’s grasp, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show braced her heels against the mat and backed up as quick as she could. Doing so left her effectively tits up in the center of the squared circle but Brewster accepted this as a small price to pay because her adjustment also stacked high on her shoulders, the Lotus Lock effectively transformed into an off-kilter Matchbook pin. The Move Mavens in attendance were still marveling over Adelaide’s creativity when Al counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore popped her hips and sent Adelaide tumbling forward to THWHUMP down flat on her tush! The Keister Bounce sent a vile jolt up Brewster’s spine, yet the trapped brunette endured it as another necessary evil because the impact finally popped the lock on that murderous Lotus. Adelaide tumbled free at once, the usually fearsome battler looking almost defenseless with her right arm pressed tight across her mauled chest while her left hand tried to work the worst knots from her wrenched shoulders.
Beside her, Lenore finally made the time to deal with her top, only to discover it had been torn during Brewster’s rough treatment. Sighing in disgust, she peeled it off and swatted her foe’s hip with it before tossing the ruined garment aside. The absence of Adelaide beneath her hands was starting to make Lemarchand’s fingers twitch, so she buried her hands in the Churchgoer’s battle-damp hair and got to her feet before forcing Brewster to do the sa-- righteous hands flew up, caught Lenore’s head on both sides and pulled her down, forcing the Courtier’s chin against the crown of the Weeping Angel’s skull.
Adelaide dropped to her knees at once, a rough but effective Jawbreaker that rocked Lenore back on her heels. Still holding her rival’s hair, Brewster scrambled to verticality and pulled her head back, lips already pursed for--
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH!” Lemarchand shot a hand up, covering Adelaide’s mouth to prevent the--
“NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Adelaide stepped in and brought her right knee up, just burying a Low Blow in the surprised wrestler’s trunks. Swatting Lenore’s hand away with a grimace of disgust, the True Believer caught that wrist and deftly pinned it back behind Lenore’s head in that upside-down Hammerlock that meant PWAAAK! FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares pistoned her free hand into Lenore’s left breast, the flesh mushrooming nastily beneath the convulsive power of Brewster’s Heart Punch.
Already reeling from the Low Blow, Lemarchand wheeled around and would’ve faceplanted on the deck if Adelaide hadn’t caught her by the nape of the neck. “Don’t you dare pass out on me, Lemarchand. You and I are just getting started.”
On that note Adelaide stuck her head beneath Lenore’s right arm and slung her left arm over the other brunette’s left shoulder. In the same breath she slipped her right arm behind the Raven’s right knee and pulled up to trap her in an awkward Standing Cradle that got all the tighter once Brewster locked her hands. Just like that she dipped low and popped her hips, Adelaide snapping off a high, gorgeous bridge that THAWHAMMED Lenore down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. She’d meant to keep the heathen stacked up on impact but the Daughter of Darkness must’ve put a little more ‘oomph’ behind the Suplex than she’d anticipated because her hands popped open and Lemarchand somersaulted through to her hands and knees before tumbling onto her back.
REGAL-PLEX @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RFS_WUBC-U
This was only a minor inconvenience however, as Adelaide crawled over, swung a leg across the Courtier’s gulping midsection and pressed down tummy to tummy, chest to chest. Perhaps too overcome with Raven Hate to bother with a full Double Leg Grapevine, Brewster seized the flattened brunette’s right wrist in both hands and folded that arm up over her head as the ref tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore got her left shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, then twisted onto her side beneath Adelaide’s mount to defend against another cover. Seemingly unperturbed, Brewster pushed to one knee, then made an inspection of her own distended top. Unlike the heathen’s it wasn’t torn, but the effort of setting it to rights struck Adelaide is patently unnecessary, so she slipped it off and promptly wrapped it around the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s throat! Lenore thrashed to life at once, one hand flying to the velvet garrote while the other pushed, scraped and otherwise worried at her tormentor’s chin. Brewster paid no mind, she jostled the grip a little harder, the former World Champion taking obvious delight in the panicked fluttering of her despised adversary.
“Submit.” she hissed after pulling her face away from Lenore’s questing hand. “Better yet, quit.”
Lemarchand did not, but the red flush creeping into her usually pale features suggested the decision might be out of her hands sooner than later. More than willing to choke the heathen into oblivion, Adelaide shifted her weight slightly and nudged Lenore onto her belly, all the better to craaaaaaaaaaank back on the--
“Break the hold, Adelaide.” Al ordered. “Blatant strangles are one of the few infractions I can still enforce.”
“Where’s my five count, arbiter?” she sneered. “No wait, where’s my TEN count?”
Carpenter gave her want she wanted, the lanky ref calling, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!” Adelaide pulled her top away with a flourish, finally allowing Lenore to draw in several deep, ragged breaths. Enjoying her dominant position atop the Courtier’s heaving back, Brewster filled a hand with Lemarchand’s hair and pulled up to show her face to the camera. “You’re helpless. Beaten.” Adelaide observed. “Admit it.”
“Kuuuhhh… kuuuuuhhh… kiss my ass.” Lenore rasped. “I’ll never give you the satisfactHHRRRMMMPPPPPGGGHHH!”
Brewster wrenched back on the hair-hold, all the better to stuff her shorn top in Lemarchand’s blaspheming mouth! “Oh yes you will, heathen. Yes you will!” Adelaide snarled as she tried to make Lenore swallow it whole. “Satisfaction. Submission. Worship. You’ll give me EVERYTHING I WANT!”
The little bird’s flailing was an excellent start and Brewster would’ve been happy to follow it if that meddlesome arbiter hadn’t started another count. No waiting around this time, Adelaide removed the impromptu bridle at ‘FOUR!’, though this was no mercy for Lemarchand because the former World Champion simply slid it back into place around her throat! Wrists crossed in a short ‘X’, Brewster hurried to her feet, forcing Lenore to do the same. The Courtier was still finding her footing when Adelaide spun in a half circle that put them back to back with Lemarchand’s head bent awkwardly against her attacker’s left shoulder. Lenore’s flailing hands reached for the garrote once more but made no headway before Brewster dropped to her butt! The encroaching top made the whiplash of the Reverse Neckbreaker that much worse, indeed the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s features shown an ugly shade of red as jolted free of her prey’s grasp to land on her belly in a shuddering heap.
REVERSE NECKBREAKER @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTe-0BFMvHI
Seated not far from the coughing, rasping wreckage, Adelaide raaaaked a hand through and smiled nastily at the nearest camera. Abruptly rolling onto her stomach, she crawled / slid over to the heathen brunette, helped herself to a double handful of hair and dragged Lemarchand to all fours. Halving the hair-hold, Adelaide rose to her full height and used the rough grip to mash Lenore’s mug against her encroaching right boot. “Clean it!” she demanded of her wounded rival. “Lick the boots of your Nightmare Queen and perhaps I’ll let you leave OOOFFFFHH!”
Lenore straightened up, palmed Brewster’s hips in both hands and buried a Headbutt in the pit of her stomach! Adelaide stumbled backward, forgetting Lemarchand’s hair to tend to her throbbing midsection. On one knee after the short reprieve, the Raven wiped the back of one wrist across her lips and grunted, “Bytch, you must be crazy if you think I’d ever NNNGGHH!”
Adelaide caught Lenore on the bridge of the nose with a short, explosive Kneelift that put her right back on all fours. Eyes wide and gleaming as she scraped Lemarchand off the canvas, the Daughter of Darkness doubled her over with a Toe Kick, followed that with a quick Axe Kick to the nape of the neck, then spun a full circle on her left foot to THWHACK a pitiless Roaring Elbow across Lenore’s jaw!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Lenore tumbled through half a drunken pirouette, would’ve sprawled face-first into the strands if Adelaide hadn’t caught her ’round the waist. She bridged as soon as her hands were locked, Brewster PLANTING Lenore high and tight on the back of her head with a German Suplex good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore popped her hips to break free of the zealot’s grasp with no more than half a second to spare. “Don’t cry out for West in your moment of deed, don’t you f*cking dare.” Brewster sneered at her vulnerable opposition. “The only woman that can save you further agony is already within earshot… and she is disinclined to be merciful.”
“Uhhhhh… or shut the f*ck up, apparentEEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide punished the backtalk with another huge handful of hair, which she used to haul Lemarchand to verticality. Switching to a Wristlock with no prompting from the official, she hurled Lenore toward the far corner and set off only a few steps behind, the blood-maddened former champion leaving her feet for an Elbow Smash just as Emily’s Lady in Waiting twisted around to--THWHACK!
Lenore whipped her left leg up at the last second, catching Brewster across the cheek with a desperation counter. Staggered, Adelaide ceded some ground to shake it off, then rushed the buckles even faster than-- Lemarchand hooked both arms over the top rope, brought her knees up and THWHUMPED a heavy Mule Kick into Brewster’s chest! That knocked the Churchgoer sprawling, which in turn gave Lenore enough time to boost herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Motionless until Adelaide regained her feet, Lenore stood on the second strand--
‘PFFFWOOOOOOSSSSH!’
The Weeping Angel lunged in and blew an arterial plume directly into her opponent’s unsuspecting face! Shrieking as the world went red, Lemarchand lost her footing and fell, not to the mat but into a rough seat on the second buckle with both legs threaded awkwardly across the rubber-coated steel! Reaching for Lenore’s hair before she fully processed the gift she’d been given, Adelaide drew back, whipped around on her heel and raced to the far side of the squared circle. Upon reaching her destination she hopped onto the second buckle, pushed off and twisted around in mid-air so she could hit the ground at a dead run. Lenore never saw her coming, didn’t even sense Brewster closing the gap until the Nosferhotu leapt up and THUMPED both knees into her exposed chest!
Crushed between the top turnbuckle and those merciless knees, Lemarchand slopped forward only to sob in protest when Adelaide shoved her right back to start! Collecting the heathen’s sweat-soaked hair in both hands, Brewster stepped in close, then leapt, raised her knees to chest-level and laid out on her back to THAWHUMP the Raven down atop those posted joints!
ROPE HUNG INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvfYL5HJwLM
Lemarchand jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire. If left to her own devices she would’ve tumbled free of the predicament and landed in a nerveless sprawl in the shadow of the ring-post. Alas, she was not left to her own devices, as both she and the FAWNatics learned when Brewster maintained the hair-hold and clambered to boot-leather just so she could keep the Courtier trapped in that splay-legged trap! Twisting Lenore’s ears through the damp tangles of her hair, Adelaide stepped in close and barked, “YOU WERE NEVER A MATCH FOR ME! NEVER!” She hopped up and sat out, Brewster landing comfortably on her tush while Lenore was THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull as victim of a Sit-Out Facebuster that could’ve doubled as a Piledriver!
ROPE HUNG SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxjzFTi8onw
Finally free from that devilish corner, Lemarchand rolled onto her back where Adelaide immediately slithered her left leg over opposing chest and collected the other brunette’s near (right) leg in a gaudy Cradle that pointed Lenore’s ass toward the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The heathen did not kick out, Brewster KNEW she didn’t kick out, yet it still didn’t stop her from screaming in absolute rage when she saw Lenore’s left ankle draped over the bottom rope. “YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE!” she bellowed down at the twitching brunette wreckage. “EVEN IF I HAVE TO DRAIN YOU DRY, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT YOU WILL LEARN--” she grabbed Lenore by the hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the ring “--YOUR--” Brewster powered Lemarchand to her knees and hunched over so they were forehead to forehead. “--PLACE!”
With that she pulled down the pad on her right elbow, then seized Lenore’s right wrist in her left hand and slipped around behind the penitent heathen to secure the cut-throat even though Lemarchand was still on her knees. Feet planted flat and wide, the Queen of Nightmares raised her right hand overhead and held it there just long enough to let the FAWNatics think about what came next. Then she brought it down over and over and over again, the incensed Churchgoer THUNKING the point of her elbow into the top of Lenore’s head at dozen times or more.
Already devastated, Lemarchand’s remaining defenses proved horribly outmatched against this brutal assault and it wasn’t long before her left arm was hanging limp at her side. Seeing this, Carpenter moved in to check his charge’s wrist, unfortunately Adelaide chose that moment to haul the bloodied blackbird to verticality. Of course the Cut-Throat was still in place and everyone knew what came next, but that didn’t stop the capacity crowd from voicing a loud groan when Brewster slipped her right arm through Lenore’s thighs en route to hoisting her up n’ across her shoulders. No preening, no proselytizing, no anything really, the Daughter of Darkness simply kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of Blood & Black Lace. Lemarchand tumbled over into a supine starfish and there she stayed while Adelaide straddled her waist and palmed her shoulders in both hands, the blood-maddened True Believer pressing down with all her strength while the ref tolled…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide let up and settled on her haunches, the victorious brunette throwing her head back for a lupine scream that fought with the Announcer’s declaration. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Relieved to have this one in the books, Al waited until Brewster’s roar died in the back of her throat, then tapped her shoulder and said, “C’mon Adelaide, let me raise your hand for these peoNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The former World Champion spun to one knee and buried a straight right hand in the official’s gut, doubling him over. “DON’T TOUCH ME, DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!” Adelaide bellowed as she got to her feet, the brunette’s volcanic ire at least momentarily centered on the vulnerable zebra. Catching Carpenter at collar and waistband, she spun them both in a half circle and took half a dozen steps across the ring to dump her discombobulated cargo between the top and middle ropes.
Heathen trash thusly disposed, the Daughter of Darkness refocused on Lenore, who’d yet to move off her back. This didn’t seem to faze Brewster in the slightest, in fact she stalked toward Lemarchand like she expected the Raven to bounce up with fisticuffs at the ready. Dropping to her knees beside Lenore’s head, Adelaide snatched a huge handful of hair and pulled the other brunette up so that she was sort of sitting / reclining in the winner’s lap. Left arm curled loose around Lemarchand’s neck, Brewster put her lips to the chattel’s right ear and murmured, “Miranda would want me to tell you this is all about the glory of Eternal Midnight and the inevitable destruction of the Black Court, but that would be a lie and I hate you far too much to shelter you with such illusion. What I do now has nothing to do with the Church or West’s pathetic Court. I do it because I’ve loathed you from the moment you strutted into my Madhouse. I do it… because I want to.”
Lenore’s lips twitched in a groan that might’ve become words if Adelaide hadn’t leaned forward and chomped down on the soft flesh at the base of her prey’s neck!
“EEERRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHAAAAAAAHHH!” Lemarchand’s eyes flew open only to squench shut as Brewster’s fangs worried and chewed at the hapless Raven.
‘Drinking’ until she’d had her fill, Adelaide abruptly pulled back from her evening meal and blew another cloud of Red Mist into the air. Leaning forward as it rained down around them, the Weeping Angel placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on the ugly welt, then nuzzled into Lenore’s ear. “I wouldn’t let Allard kiss that better, if I were you.” she sighed. “If he were to taste me on you I’d own him just as surely as I do you.”
“Fuuuhhhh… fuuuuhhhh… f*ckNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Brewster grabbed a handful of hair and drove Lenore forward and down, just THWHUNKING her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Rising to the sound of back-up officials hurrying down the aisle, Adelaide put a foot on the back of Lemarchand’s neck and ground down ever so slightly. “You’ll feel drained for a couple of weeks, perhaps even a month. But when your strength comes back you’ll convince yourself you can defeat me. And the next time we cross paths I will make you mine once and for all. Dream of my teeth, little bird.”
Adelaide hissed at the first official to make it under the ropes, then she whipped around and escaped out the far side before jumping over the guardrail to vanish in the chaotic swirl of the FAWNatics.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Arena and a massive unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ continuing to grow as she played Dr. Van Helsing in a one-woman war against FAWN’s resident bloodsucker. Those gathered for Summer Swelter cheered all the louder when Emily’s Lady in Waiting stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Pausing to survey her surroundings, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. It was returned a thousand-fold, thus providing a suitable backdrop for her journey to the squared circle.
For her latest battle with the Sanguinaire Smoke Show, Lenore chose 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
Intent on finishing the job she’d started at Spring Break, Lenore little attention to the hands extended her way as she traversed the aisle and climbed the steel steps. Vaulting over the top rope in an effortless little leap, the Fair & Radiant Maiden stalked to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before dropping it to pat the point of her left elbow half a dozen times. Lemarchand never actually said a word, but lip readers had no trouble making out what she mouthed. ‘Right through her heart.’
“And introducing her opponent, 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:
Never in a good mood even on the best days, Brewster looked particularly vicious tonight, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show no doubt still fuming over her loss at Spring Break. Favoring the crowd with a hateful, hungry glare, tilted her head back and spewed a plume of Red Mist into the air overhead. Soothed by the patter of ‘rain’ on her head and shoulders, the Goddess of Gore headed down the ramp toward her favorite killing floor. For tonight’s dinner engagement she 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 claimed the center as her very own. Eyes locked on Lenore, she spread her arms wide, daring the Courtier to approach. Lemarchand did not, though she did make a point of patting her left elbow again. “C’mon Adelaide.” referee Al Carpenter said quietly. “Go to your corner, I need to do the final inspection.” “I don’t need weapons to make her bleed.” Adelaide replied loud enough for Lenore to here. “But I’m happy to help calm the cattle before slaughter.” With that she backed into the opposite corner, her dark eyes never once leaving Lenore’s.
In stark contrast to their last match, which began with stereo Valkyrie shrieks and a prolonged brawl in the aisle around the ring, tonight’s encounter between Bat and Raven was almost preternaturally quiet aside from the rumble of the crowd and the loud CLANG of the bell. Which was not to say it was in any way less contentious than their previous matches, as nothing could be further from the truth. Walking toward the other on a razor-sharp diagonal, Brewster and Lemarchand came together center ring in a mutual lunge that looked like the beginning of a Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up, but ended with one hand buried in her opponent’s hair.
Quick to take advantage of the, ahem, relaxed stipulations, the brunettes wrenched their opponent’s head to one side. With the other half of that hated face exposed, Lenore flattened her free hand into a palm and set to work peppering Adelaide’s cheek, jaw and temple with at least half a dozen stinging shots. Not to be outdone, the Daughter of Darkness hooked her fingers into claws and scored Lemarchand from temple to chin over and over, Brewster making *sure* the tip of her index brushed the corner of the Courtier’s left eye on more than one occasion.
The welts and scratches raised by this opening salvo spoke to the damage inflicted, yet neither Courtier nor Churchgoer made an effort to pull away or hand-fight with their attacker’s talon, they didn’t even cry out. They merely stomped in a ragged little circle and pulled, scratched and clawed in silence, neither woman willing to offer so much as a whimper or groan to her nemesis. This continued for approximately fifteen seconds and probably could’ve gone a lot longer had Adelaide not abruptly doubled down on her hair-hold and used it to yank Lenore into a grinding Side Headlock.
Damned sure to keep Lemarchand’s left temple snug against the point of her right hip, Adelaide plunged her left hand into the Raven’s dark mane and pulled hard enough to get that all important first hiss of pain. “Scream.” Brewster demanded as she attempted to denude the other wrestler’s scalp. “Scream for me, you helpless little bird.” The Weeping Angel twined another few turns of Lemarchand’s hair around her fingers and jostled her hand back and forth to underscore the seriousness of her demand.
Lenore did not. Instead she cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist and squeeeeeeeeezed until her attacker let out a surprised little gasp. Thus tethered to her adversary, Lemarchand pivoted them in a half circle and started marching toward the nearest corn-- Adelaide twisted her hips to spin them back to the center, then pulled Lenore’s hair just because it felt so damned good. “I’m in no mood to be denied, bytch.” Brewster explained in the midst of crushing Lemarchand’s noggin within the triangle of her hip, bicep and forearm. “You stole from me at Spring Break and I mean to take back everything I nnnnggghhEERRRRHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden put her left foot against the pit of Adelaide’s right knee and pushed down, forcing the other brunette into a bit of most unwelcome genuflection. Lemarchand should’ve made the trip too, but managed to twist her way out of Brewster’s grasp when the former World Champion tried to adjust her footing. Helping herself to Adelaide’s right wrist on her way out, Lenore spun into place behind the Churchgoer and applied the Hammerlock so tight that Brewster was forced onto tiptoe. Still no word from the Raven, probably a good thing as any observations might’ve been interrupted by the Back Elbow Adelaide slashed over her right shoulder. Lenore pulled her chin back to avoid the shot by perhaps an inch and a half, then made Brewster curse the error with a spiteful tug on the Hammerlock. Not about to let the heathen bitch control her arm uncontested, Adelaide patted at her wrenched shoulder a few times, then dipped low and spun behind the other brunette in search of a Hammerlock of her owNO!
Emily’s Lady in Waiting mirrored the move, jostled the hold again, then released it in favor of her own Side Headlock. Yanking Adelaide down into the trap she herself had so recently occupied, Lenore swatted her archrival’s face half a dozen times, then took her nose between thumb and forefinger and twissssssssted until Brewster was stamping in place to ignore the pain. The frustration evident in that staccato sound was music to Lemarchand’s ears, yet there were others she enjoyed even more, so she straightened them both up and drove a hip into Brewster’s trim tummy so she could sling her up, over and down with a Headlock Takedown that brought the brunettes to the canvas for the first time that evening.
“You may be a former World Champion, but you can’t pull hair for shyt.” Lenore opined as she worked to keep her face away from Adelaide’s questing claws. “You can’t just pull in one direction and hope to make a girl quit. You want results?” She halved the Headlock and ran her left hand through the True Believer’s long hair, Lemarchand curling a good length of it around her fist once, twice, three times. “First you pull down,” she did just that, “then you pull up, making sure to hold it there for a few seconds longer.” The Raven continued to demonstrate her strategy, much to the distress of Adelaide, whose heels beat an enraged tattoo on the mat. Showing the first trace of a smile, Lenore went on. “So you repeat the up, down cycle a couple of times and then, when the brat is really starting to worry about losing a fistful, you go from side to side. Like so.” Lemarchand pulled up as she tugged left and right, her technique looking for all the world like someone using a sponge on a particularly stubborn stain.
Snarling now, Adelaide got a hand against the side of the Raven’s face and gouged for all she was worth, but Lenore endured it with a groan to continue her own agonizing attack. “Kuuuuhhh… keep this up and it won’t be long before THERE!”
Lenore pulled her clutching hand away with a flourish, released the Headlock and rose to one knee. As for Adelaide, she tumbled away in the opposite direction but came up in much the same position, though she had one hand pressed to the top of her head. Eyes locked on Queen of Nightmares, Lemarchand stood up, turned her fist over and opened it wide to show off a small but undeniable tuft of Adelaide’s locks.
Only dimly aware of the incredulous ‘OOOOHHH!’ of the crowd, Lenore kept her eyes locked on Adelaide as she said, “THAT’S how you pull hair, bytch.” She brought the heel of that palm to her chin and puffed once, blowing the sad little clump onto the canvas not too far from its previous owner.
Already on her feet, Brewster took a deep breath and ran both hands over her hair to smooth it back. “A timely lesson, little bird. Perhaps its time I taught you one of my own.”
Lemarchand rolled her shoulders, not giving the other brunette an inch. “You’re more than welcome to--”
Adelaide shot in showing Headlock only to twist to one side and go low, the Churchgoer threading her left arm between Lenore’s legs. Hooking the left thigh at once, Brewster drew the heathen across her shoulders and immediately dumped her onto her back courtesy a Fireman’s Carry. Lenore sat up on impact but made it no farther because Adelaide clamped down on each shoulder and THUMPED a knee into the Raven’s upper back. Cringing, the seated brunette reached back for her foe’s wrists, a relatively easy task because Brewster took her head in both hands. Just like that she rolled Lemarchand onto her stomach and crawled aboard, Adelaide snuggling her glutes into the hollow of the Courtier’s back. Still holding Lenore’s noggin, Brewster thum-thum-thump-THUMPED her forehead against the mat, then draaaaaaaaaaaagged it this way and that like she meant to scrape her face clean off!
The generous nature of Penthouse rules meant Al didn’t immediately close in to halt the aggressive abrading, but Adelaide didn’t carry it much beyond a silent ‘FOUR’ count anyway because the obnoxious Courtier managed to find her attacker’s forearms and raaaaaaaaaaake them no less than half a dozen times. Ending the first stage of her treatment with a single hard BWUNK, Brewster pulled her hands away from Lenore’s claws, then flattened them into paddles and slapped the back of the other brunette’s head until Lemarchand was forced to cover up.
“Oh no, that’s not how this story goes.” Adelaide taunted her opposition. “No hiding tonight, little bird. Tonight your agony is on display for the whole world!” Lenore responded by trying to squirm out from under the Weeping Angel, so Adelaide dug her knees into the heathen’s ribs, then leaned down and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a series of Forearm Smashes against Lemarchand’s guard.
Those hastily assembled defenses gave way soon enough, allowing Brewster to claim the Raven’s biceps just above the elbow. Lenore knew what Adelaide had in mind the instant the bloodthirsty bytch shifted from a straddle to a seat, unfortunately her bucking and writhing wasn’t enough to keep Brewster from securing both wings over the strong planes of her thighs. Even then Lenore continued to fight, the bendy-back keeping her chin in tight to her sternum while simultaneously bicycling her legs to eat up some, ANY of the distance between herself and the ropes. Adelaide let her prey squirm, indeed she was smiling broadly when she filled both hands with Lenore’s hair and repaid the earlier rough treatment with eye-watering interest. After several seconds she collected the trapped lovely’s hair in a single ragged top-knot and pulled that much harder.
“Give me your chin, little bird.”
“No f*cking chance, bytch.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden growled. “You want it, you’re going to have to take EEERRRRHHHH…EYE!” Lenore barked as Adelaide attacked her left socket with a three-fingered claw. “GET HER OFFA MY EYNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
In fighting to protect her eye Lemarchand exposed her chin, thus allowing Brewster to lace both hands beneath and CRAAAAAAAANK back on the Camel Clutch!
“There, keep your precious eye.” Adelaide sniffed. “It’s more fun breaking your back anyway!” She bounced her tush against the hollow of Lenore’s back and leaned back that much farther.
Pretty features twisted in pain as she endured the hatefully familiar hold, Lemarchand couldn’t get an arm free of the other brunette’s knees so she began gouging her left elbow into Brewster’s ribs. Her positioning was shyt but her persistence was not and eventually Adelaide shifted enough for Lenore to wrest that arm loose. Unperturbed by this development, the Queen of Nightmares pulled her foe’s chin a little harder, leaned in close and made a great show of licking Lemarchand from chin to temple. Smiling as disgust shuddered through the other wrestler, Brewster yoked back on the Chinlock and carefully brushed some hair off Lenore’s forehead. “Tell them you’re helpless.” Adelaide nibbled the Raven’s left ear. “Go on, little bird. Beg for Emily to send some pawns down here to save you from the--”
Lenore stopped her arduous crawl across the canvas to bury that free hand in Brewster’s hair. “Nuuuuhhhh… not helpless, bytch.” she groaned. “Not when I can feel your scalp starting to givOOOOH YOU VILE BYTCHHHEEERRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Bound and determined to keep Lemarchand’s face in full view of the camera while she tore her apart, the Daughter of Darkness reached down with her free hand, caught hold of the Courtier’s top and yanked down, exposing her breasts! The breeze had barely registered on Lenore’s curves when Adelaide took hold of one nipple and began to twist. “I SAID BEG FOR HELP!” Brewster shifted focus to the other nub for identical punishment. “TELL THEM YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!”
Lenore hissed and wailed, but refused to offer anything more cogent, much to the zealot’s frustration. Abandoning the Chinlock in disgust, Adelaide doubled down on the pincer strategy, just pulling, tweaking, twisting and rolling the sensitive flesh between thumb and forefinger. Cheeks red with a galling mixture of pain and embarrassment, Lemarchand continued to inch her way toward the ropes, her progress increasing once she slid her right arm offa the former World Champion’s thigh. Shifting from her butt to her knees to better follow the heathen’s skulking retreat, Adelaide didn’t relent until Lenore reached out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope with both hands. “Break!” she growled. “Break the f*cking holGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Adelaide palmed the Courtier’s head in both hands and pulled back to hold her face roughly level with the nearest camera. “SAY IT AGAIN!” Brewster didn’t just yell it, she was practically screaming. “MAKE SURE EVERYONE CAN HEAR IT YOU BITAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Lenore pulled free of the domineering brunette’s grasp and promptly sank her teeth into the soft skin at the base of Brewster’s right thumb! Such energetic gnawing would’ve drawn the official despite the Penthouse rules, but Adelaide was in no mood to endure such dithering so she crooked her other hand into a claw and raked it across the Raven’s eyes! Lenore shrieked, halved her grip on the rubber-coated steel yet refused to release Brewster’s hurtin’ hand. Eyes narrowed to black slots, the Queen of Nightmares balled her rakin’ hand into a fist and dropped Hammer Fists on the back of Lemarchand’s head until--
“That’s right, bytch.” Adelaide huffed with relief as Lenore’s jaws finally popped open. Plunging both hands into Lenore’s hair, the former World Champion hauled her heathen to verticality, dragged her back to the middle of the squared circle and proceeded to tenderize those vaunted abs until Emily’s Lady in Waiting was doubled over in breathless contemplation of her toes. Bulls-eye painted on the back of Lemarchand’s skull, the Weeping Angel whipped her right leg up, then down in a standing Axe Kick that was really more of an elevated Stomp. Whatever you call it, the blow collided with Lenore’s noggin and popped her up straight while Adelaide twisted around on one heel and PWAAAK!
Lenore caught her righteous nemesis coming outta the discus twirl with a straight left hand that mashed Brewster’s lips against her teeth! World exploding in a starburst, Adelaide listed hard to the right, the stunned zealot instinctively raising her hands to intercept the heathen’s follow-up cli--THWHACK! Lenore didn’t clench, she planted on her back (right) foot and swept the left up and across in a Roundhouse that connected firmly with the side of Brewster’s skull!
Knocked sideways by the heavy strike, the Daughter of Darkness stepped in a whole field’s worth of fencepost holes as she stumbled and staggered toward the nearest set of rop--“OOOOOFFFFFHHHH!” Lenore caught her from the side with something that could’ve been a tackle or a Shoulderblock depending on your vantage point. Whatever you called it, it drove Brewster into the strands and might’ve sent her all the way to the floor if she hadn’t hooked a death-grip around the top rope. “BREAK!” Adelaide roared. “BACK OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES YOU CRAZY HUUURRRHHK!”
Snugged in tight behind the other brunette, Lenore slipped her hands under the top rope so she could reach up and lock ‘em across the back of Adelaide’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. But instead of something so pleasant as a Snapmare, she pulled down and dropped to one knee, all the better to force her discombobulated prey down throat-first across the rubber-coated steel! “What was that?” Lemarchand hissed as the True Believer began to sputter and gag. “Say it louder, asshole. I couldn’t hear you!”
Adelaide didn’t say much, least not that was cogent. Oh there were plenty of threatening shrieks, hisses and gurgles, not to mention near constant raking of the Courtier’s shoulders and forearms, but Lenore endured these for almost ten seconds before releasing her grip so she could THWHACK a single stiff Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent’s skull! Slumped in the ropes after the combination of strangulation and bludgeoning, Brewster offered little in the way of resistance when Lemarchand prized her away from the ropes just far enough to slip her upper body into the space between top and middle strand. From there she draped Adelaide’s arms over the top rope, effectively removing them from whatever bit of nastiness she had planned.
“Penthouse means the rules are relaxed, not nonexistent.” Carpenter noted as Lenore coiled an arm around the zealot’s neck. “I can’t just let you mug her in the ropes all night, Lenore.”
“Then start a count.” Lemarchand muttered without glancing in his direction. “I always work better with a deadline anyway.” Al *didn’t* start a count, but he stayed close enough to hear Adelaide gasp when the Raven bore down on that impromptu Sleeper. “I knew all those pretensions to elegance were bullshyt.” she sighed in Brewster’s ear. “Queen of Nightmares my ass, you’re nothing but a tacky sorority girl with Edge-Lord tendencies.” She buried her other hand in Adelaide’s hair and wrenched her head back, exposing the former World Champion’s throat. After a moment, she asked, “You want to fight inside my top, Brewster? Two can play that gaMMEERRGGHH!”
Brewster raised her right foot and stamped down like she meant to grind the toes of Lemarchand’s right foot to paste. “Your trumpery costume doesn’t interest me in the slightest, little bird.” Adelaide giggled despite the flush creeping into her cheeks. “My favorite battleground is your delusional little mind. After all it’s where you’re the most vulnerabNNGGHHHAAAAAARRRHHH OOOOOOOHHHHH YOU EVIL BYTCH!”
Lenore pulled her foot free of Brewster’s grind and drove a quick Kneelift between her glutes, though this was done more to distract the other brunette from her left hand, which spidered around and across Adelaide’s thigh before working its way up into the leg-hole of those scant velvet briefs! “You really think you can play mind games with me?” Lenore’s tone was as probing and mean as that encroaching claw, which continued to ripple and bulge the fabric of Adelaide’s tiny tights. “Elise tried. Amara tried. They even succeeded for a time. But you remember how those stories ended?” she posed the question with a particularly vicious pinch.
“I duhhhnn… don’t give a f*ck what happened to those losssssss… losers.” Brewster panted. “All I care about is the taste of your tears on my--”
Adelaide’s roar of disgust was almost obscured by the Oh No She Din’t! ‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ of the FAWNatics when Lemarchand abandoned the Crotch Claw for an equally aggressive / derisive Hand Smother!
“Taste that, you witch.” Lenore growled as Brewster thrashed and stamped, her head whipping from side to side to escape the galling deprivation. She’d just pinched the other brunette’s nostrils between thumb and forefinger when Al began the much delayed count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting disengaged and took a giant step backward with both hands raised to shoulder-level. The ref would’ve offered his appreciation if Lenore hadn’t immediately shifted to her back (left) foot and stutter-stepped forward to THWHACK a pinpoint Super Kick offa the back of Adelaide’s defenseless noggin! Brewster’s head whipped forward then back before slumping forward once more, her chin resting heavily on her chest. There it would’ve stayed for who knows how long if Lemarchand hadn’t unhooked her arms from the top rope and marched her out to middle of the ring.
Actually ‘marched’ implied far too much coordination from the True Believer, this was more akin to a short drag, one that ended with Adelaide’s head wedged between her opponent’s thighs. A smattering of hoots and whistles reminded the Raven she hadn’t yet corrected the wardrobe malfunction inflicted by her adversary, but rather than spend a precious second fixing it, she doubled over, cinched both arms around Brewster’s waist and flipped her upside down. The sold-out crowd cheered lustily and Lenore didn’t wait long, indeed the noise hadn’t reached its peak when she rocked back on her heels and sat out, thus SPIKING the crown of Adelaide’s skull into the canvas.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
The Weeping Angel bounced to a seat immediately after the Piledriver, but no one was really surprised when she settled down flat once Lenore laid a rough hand on her shoulder. Sliding into a Crossbody in the next instant, the Fair & Radiant Maiden hooked the far leg, drawing Adelaide’s knee close to her chin while Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster got a hand under Lenore’s chin and shoved hard, breaking the cover shortly after ’TWO’. “Huuuhhh… heathen bytch.” Adelaide’s voice was thick as she dragged herself to a seat. “I’ll make you regret the day you stepped foot in the MadhousNOOOOEEERRGHHHH!”
Sliding into a seat behind her righteous rival, Lenore grabbed a handful of hair to keep Brewster’s head in place while she brought her legs up and threaded them beneath Adelaide’s arms only to cross her ankles against the back of Brewster’s neck. With the other wrestler’s arms cranked out behind her at a rough forty-five degree angle, Lenore braced her own palms against the mat and raised her butt by a good six inches to put a whole lotta pressure on the Lotus Lock.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
“You want to take it back, come and try!” Lemarchand challenged as she puuuuuuuussshed forward with those strong stems to put even more strain on her opponent’s neck and shoulders. “Or is it those briefs on the mantle that you really want baKEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Lenore’s buns returned to the mat with a soft ‘thump’ because Adelaide had sunk her claws into the Courtier’s confining thighs. “You know what I want more than anything, bytch?” Brewster snarled as she gouged out a whole new set of welts. “I want your name removed from mine. I want this whole miserable industry to remember that I’ve been World Champion and you’re nothing but an errand girl for an aging, over-hyped piece of ARRRRRRRHHHH DAMMIT YOU BYTCH, STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
No warnings or threats from the usually vociferous Raven, she simply hunched forward, hooked her fingers into Brewster’s cups and pulled them down to avenge that earlier humiliation. Correction, the stripping only leveled the sartorial playing field. The avenging didn’t occur until Lenore filled her claws with Adelaide’s breasts and squeeeeeeeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white! “You’d be wise to leave her out of this.” Lemarchand released her claws for a moment so she could SLAP the underside of each helpless jugg several times. “You’re having a hard enough time dealing with me as it isssssseeeeerrrrrrggghhhhh… let go, Adelaide.”
Adelaide, who’d caught Lenore’s waistband in either hand and hiked it up by several inches shook her head ‘no’ and pulled a little harder. “Want these back? You can pry them from my cold, dead handSSOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Lemarchand returned another indignity with eye-watering interest, the Raven plucking and tweaking Adelaide’s nipples so enthusiastically she raised an enthusiastic ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant from the scofflaws, rapscallions and ne’er-do-well’s of Section 1408.
Al didn’t think a surrender was likely, yet he’d seen far stranger things in his time officiating FAWN bouts, so he dropped to one knee and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
Head down, hair hanging lank and mean in her face, Brewster hissed, “Call for the medics. You’ll want them close at hand after I’m done with AAAARRRRRRHHHHH STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” The former World Champion couldn’t keep the agonized keen from her demand as Lenore dragged her through a tour of the Nine Circles of Catfighting Hell.
A bit alarmed by the savage joy that pulsed through her at the sound of Adelaide’s wail, Lemarchand pinched that much harder as she relayed her terms. “You want out? Submit. Actually, don’t submit. Quit.”
Brewster shook her head ‘no’ at once. “Never again, bytch.”
“Good.” Lenore replied simply. “My fingers aren’t tired yeWHOOOAAAAHH!”
Forced to admit that she couldn’t simply power free of the Raven’s grasp, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show braced her heels against the mat and backed up as quick as she could. Doing so left her effectively tits up in the center of the squared circle but Brewster accepted this as a small price to pay because her adjustment also stacked high on her shoulders, the Lotus Lock effectively transformed into an off-kilter Matchbook pin. The Move Mavens in attendance were still marveling over Adelaide’s creativity when Al counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore popped her hips and sent Adelaide tumbling forward to THWHUMP down flat on her tush! The Keister Bounce sent a vile jolt up Brewster’s spine, yet the trapped brunette endured it as another necessary evil because the impact finally popped the lock on that murderous Lotus. Adelaide tumbled free at once, the usually fearsome battler looking almost defenseless with her right arm pressed tight across her mauled chest while her left hand tried to work the worst knots from her wrenched shoulders.
Beside her, Lenore finally made the time to deal with her top, only to discover it had been torn during Brewster’s rough treatment. Sighing in disgust, she peeled it off and swatted her foe’s hip with it before tossing the ruined garment aside. The absence of Adelaide beneath her hands was starting to make Lemarchand’s fingers twitch, so she buried her hands in the Churchgoer’s battle-damp hair and got to her feet before forcing Brewster to do the sa-- righteous hands flew up, caught Lenore’s head on both sides and pulled her down, forcing the Courtier’s chin against the crown of the Weeping Angel’s skull.
Adelaide dropped to her knees at once, a rough but effective Jawbreaker that rocked Lenore back on her heels. Still holding her rival’s hair, Brewster scrambled to verticality and pulled her head back, lips already pursed for--
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH!” Lemarchand shot a hand up, covering Adelaide’s mouth to prevent the--
“NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Adelaide stepped in and brought her right knee up, just burying a Low Blow in the surprised wrestler’s trunks. Swatting Lenore’s hand away with a grimace of disgust, the True Believer caught that wrist and deftly pinned it back behind Lenore’s head in that upside-down Hammerlock that meant PWAAAK! FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares pistoned her free hand into Lenore’s left breast, the flesh mushrooming nastily beneath the convulsive power of Brewster’s Heart Punch.
Already reeling from the Low Blow, Lemarchand wheeled around and would’ve faceplanted on the deck if Adelaide hadn’t caught her by the nape of the neck. “Don’t you dare pass out on me, Lemarchand. You and I are just getting started.”
On that note Adelaide stuck her head beneath Lenore’s right arm and slung her left arm over the other brunette’s left shoulder. In the same breath she slipped her right arm behind the Raven’s right knee and pulled up to trap her in an awkward Standing Cradle that got all the tighter once Brewster locked her hands. Just like that she dipped low and popped her hips, Adelaide snapping off a high, gorgeous bridge that THAWHAMMED Lenore down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. She’d meant to keep the heathen stacked up on impact but the Daughter of Darkness must’ve put a little more ‘oomph’ behind the Suplex than she’d anticipated because her hands popped open and Lemarchand somersaulted through to her hands and knees before tumbling onto her back.
REGAL-PLEX @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RFS_WUBC-U
This was only a minor inconvenience however, as Adelaide crawled over, swung a leg across the Courtier’s gulping midsection and pressed down tummy to tummy, chest to chest. Perhaps too overcome with Raven Hate to bother with a full Double Leg Grapevine, Brewster seized the flattened brunette’s right wrist in both hands and folded that arm up over her head as the ref tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore got her left shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, then twisted onto her side beneath Adelaide’s mount to defend against another cover. Seemingly unperturbed, Brewster pushed to one knee, then made an inspection of her own distended top. Unlike the heathen’s it wasn’t torn, but the effort of setting it to rights struck Adelaide is patently unnecessary, so she slipped it off and promptly wrapped it around the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s throat! Lenore thrashed to life at once, one hand flying to the velvet garrote while the other pushed, scraped and otherwise worried at her tormentor’s chin. Brewster paid no mind, she jostled the grip a little harder, the former World Champion taking obvious delight in the panicked fluttering of her despised adversary.
“Submit.” she hissed after pulling her face away from Lenore’s questing hand. “Better yet, quit.”
Lemarchand did not, but the red flush creeping into her usually pale features suggested the decision might be out of her hands sooner than later. More than willing to choke the heathen into oblivion, Adelaide shifted her weight slightly and nudged Lenore onto her belly, all the better to craaaaaaaaaaank back on the--
“Break the hold, Adelaide.” Al ordered. “Blatant strangles are one of the few infractions I can still enforce.”
“Where’s my five count, arbiter?” she sneered. “No wait, where’s my TEN count?”
Carpenter gave her want she wanted, the lanky ref calling, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!” Adelaide pulled her top away with a flourish, finally allowing Lenore to draw in several deep, ragged breaths. Enjoying her dominant position atop the Courtier’s heaving back, Brewster filled a hand with Lemarchand’s hair and pulled up to show her face to the camera. “You’re helpless. Beaten.” Adelaide observed. “Admit it.”
“Kuuuhhh… kuuuuuhhh… kiss my ass.” Lenore rasped. “I’ll never give you the satisfactHHRRRMMMPPPPPGGGHHH!”
Brewster wrenched back on the hair-hold, all the better to stuff her shorn top in Lemarchand’s blaspheming mouth! “Oh yes you will, heathen. Yes you will!” Adelaide snarled as she tried to make Lenore swallow it whole. “Satisfaction. Submission. Worship. You’ll give me EVERYTHING I WANT!”
The little bird’s flailing was an excellent start and Brewster would’ve been happy to follow it if that meddlesome arbiter hadn’t started another count. No waiting around this time, Adelaide removed the impromptu bridle at ‘FOUR!’, though this was no mercy for Lemarchand because the former World Champion simply slid it back into place around her throat! Wrists crossed in a short ‘X’, Brewster hurried to her feet, forcing Lenore to do the same. The Courtier was still finding her footing when Adelaide spun in a half circle that put them back to back with Lemarchand’s head bent awkwardly against her attacker’s left shoulder. Lenore’s flailing hands reached for the garrote once more but made no headway before Brewster dropped to her butt! The encroaching top made the whiplash of the Reverse Neckbreaker that much worse, indeed the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s features shown an ugly shade of red as jolted free of her prey’s grasp to land on her belly in a shuddering heap.
REVERSE NECKBREAKER @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTe-0BFMvHI
Seated not far from the coughing, rasping wreckage, Adelaide raaaaked a hand through and smiled nastily at the nearest camera. Abruptly rolling onto her stomach, she crawled / slid over to the heathen brunette, helped herself to a double handful of hair and dragged Lemarchand to all fours. Halving the hair-hold, Adelaide rose to her full height and used the rough grip to mash Lenore’s mug against her encroaching right boot. “Clean it!” she demanded of her wounded rival. “Lick the boots of your Nightmare Queen and perhaps I’ll let you leave OOOFFFFHH!”
Lenore straightened up, palmed Brewster’s hips in both hands and buried a Headbutt in the pit of her stomach! Adelaide stumbled backward, forgetting Lemarchand’s hair to tend to her throbbing midsection. On one knee after the short reprieve, the Raven wiped the back of one wrist across her lips and grunted, “Bytch, you must be crazy if you think I’d ever NNNGGHH!”
Adelaide caught Lenore on the bridge of the nose with a short, explosive Kneelift that put her right back on all fours. Eyes wide and gleaming as she scraped Lemarchand off the canvas, the Daughter of Darkness doubled her over with a Toe Kick, followed that with a quick Axe Kick to the nape of the neck, then spun a full circle on her left foot to THWHACK a pitiless Roaring Elbow across Lenore’s jaw!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Lenore tumbled through half a drunken pirouette, would’ve sprawled face-first into the strands if Adelaide hadn’t caught her ’round the waist. She bridged as soon as her hands were locked, Brewster PLANTING Lenore high and tight on the back of her head with a German Suplex good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore popped her hips to break free of the zealot’s grasp with no more than half a second to spare. “Don’t cry out for West in your moment of deed, don’t you f*cking dare.” Brewster sneered at her vulnerable opposition. “The only woman that can save you further agony is already within earshot… and she is disinclined to be merciful.”
“Uhhhhh… or shut the f*ck up, apparentEEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide punished the backtalk with another huge handful of hair, which she used to haul Lemarchand to verticality. Switching to a Wristlock with no prompting from the official, she hurled Lenore toward the far corner and set off only a few steps behind, the blood-maddened former champion leaving her feet for an Elbow Smash just as Emily’s Lady in Waiting twisted around to--THWHACK!
Lenore whipped her left leg up at the last second, catching Brewster across the cheek with a desperation counter. Staggered, Adelaide ceded some ground to shake it off, then rushed the buckles even faster than-- Lemarchand hooked both arms over the top rope, brought her knees up and THWHUMPED a heavy Mule Kick into Brewster’s chest! That knocked the Churchgoer sprawling, which in turn gave Lenore enough time to boost herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Motionless until Adelaide regained her feet, Lenore stood on the second strand--
‘PFFFWOOOOOOSSSSH!’
The Weeping Angel lunged in and blew an arterial plume directly into her opponent’s unsuspecting face! Shrieking as the world went red, Lemarchand lost her footing and fell, not to the mat but into a rough seat on the second buckle with both legs threaded awkwardly across the rubber-coated steel! Reaching for Lenore’s hair before she fully processed the gift she’d been given, Adelaide drew back, whipped around on her heel and raced to the far side of the squared circle. Upon reaching her destination she hopped onto the second buckle, pushed off and twisted around in mid-air so she could hit the ground at a dead run. Lenore never saw her coming, didn’t even sense Brewster closing the gap until the Nosferhotu leapt up and THUMPED both knees into her exposed chest!
Crushed between the top turnbuckle and those merciless knees, Lemarchand slopped forward only to sob in protest when Adelaide shoved her right back to start! Collecting the heathen’s sweat-soaked hair in both hands, Brewster stepped in close, then leapt, raised her knees to chest-level and laid out on her back to THAWHUMP the Raven down atop those posted joints!
ROPE HUNG INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvfYL5HJwLM
Lemarchand jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire. If left to her own devices she would’ve tumbled free of the predicament and landed in a nerveless sprawl in the shadow of the ring-post. Alas, she was not left to her own devices, as both she and the FAWNatics learned when Brewster maintained the hair-hold and clambered to boot-leather just so she could keep the Courtier trapped in that splay-legged trap! Twisting Lenore’s ears through the damp tangles of her hair, Adelaide stepped in close and barked, “YOU WERE NEVER A MATCH FOR ME! NEVER!” She hopped up and sat out, Brewster landing comfortably on her tush while Lenore was THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull as victim of a Sit-Out Facebuster that could’ve doubled as a Piledriver!
ROPE HUNG SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxjzFTi8onw
Finally free from that devilish corner, Lemarchand rolled onto her back where Adelaide immediately slithered her left leg over opposing chest and collected the other brunette’s near (right) leg in a gaudy Cradle that pointed Lenore’s ass toward the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The heathen did not kick out, Brewster KNEW she didn’t kick out, yet it still didn’t stop her from screaming in absolute rage when she saw Lenore’s left ankle draped over the bottom rope. “YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE!” she bellowed down at the twitching brunette wreckage. “EVEN IF I HAVE TO DRAIN YOU DRY, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT YOU WILL LEARN--” she grabbed Lenore by the hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the ring “--YOUR--” Brewster powered Lemarchand to her knees and hunched over so they were forehead to forehead. “--PLACE!”
With that she pulled down the pad on her right elbow, then seized Lenore’s right wrist in her left hand and slipped around behind the penitent heathen to secure the cut-throat even though Lemarchand was still on her knees. Feet planted flat and wide, the Queen of Nightmares raised her right hand overhead and held it there just long enough to let the FAWNatics think about what came next. Then she brought it down over and over and over again, the incensed Churchgoer THUNKING the point of her elbow into the top of Lenore’s head at dozen times or more.
Already devastated, Lemarchand’s remaining defenses proved horribly outmatched against this brutal assault and it wasn’t long before her left arm was hanging limp at her side. Seeing this, Carpenter moved in to check his charge’s wrist, unfortunately Adelaide chose that moment to haul the bloodied blackbird to verticality. Of course the Cut-Throat was still in place and everyone knew what came next, but that didn’t stop the capacity crowd from voicing a loud groan when Brewster slipped her right arm through Lenore’s thighs en route to hoisting her up n’ across her shoulders. No preening, no proselytizing, no anything really, the Daughter of Darkness simply kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of Blood & Black Lace. Lemarchand tumbled over into a supine starfish and there she stayed while Adelaide straddled her waist and palmed her shoulders in both hands, the blood-maddened True Believer pressing down with all her strength while the ref tolled…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide let up and settled on her haunches, the victorious brunette throwing her head back for a lupine scream that fought with the Announcer’s declaration. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Relieved to have this one in the books, Al waited until Brewster’s roar died in the back of her throat, then tapped her shoulder and said, “C’mon Adelaide, let me raise your hand for these peoNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The former World Champion spun to one knee and buried a straight right hand in the official’s gut, doubling him over. “DON’T TOUCH ME, DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!” Adelaide bellowed as she got to her feet, the brunette’s volcanic ire at least momentarily centered on the vulnerable zebra. Catching Carpenter at collar and waistband, she spun them both in a half circle and took half a dozen steps across the ring to dump her discombobulated cargo between the top and middle ropes.
Heathen trash thusly disposed, the Daughter of Darkness refocused on Lenore, who’d yet to move off her back. This didn’t seem to faze Brewster in the slightest, in fact she stalked toward Lemarchand like she expected the Raven to bounce up with fisticuffs at the ready. Dropping to her knees beside Lenore’s head, Adelaide snatched a huge handful of hair and pulled the other brunette up so that she was sort of sitting / reclining in the winner’s lap. Left arm curled loose around Lemarchand’s neck, Brewster put her lips to the chattel’s right ear and murmured, “Miranda would want me to tell you this is all about the glory of Eternal Midnight and the inevitable destruction of the Black Court, but that would be a lie and I hate you far too much to shelter you with such illusion. What I do now has nothing to do with the Church or West’s pathetic Court. I do it because I’ve loathed you from the moment you strutted into my Madhouse. I do it… because I want to.”
Lenore’s lips twitched in a groan that might’ve become words if Adelaide hadn’t leaned forward and chomped down on the soft flesh at the base of her prey’s neck!
“EEERRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHAAAAAAAHHH!” Lemarchand’s eyes flew open only to squench shut as Brewster’s fangs worried and chewed at the hapless Raven.
‘Drinking’ until she’d had her fill, Adelaide abruptly pulled back from her evening meal and blew another cloud of Red Mist into the air. Leaning forward as it rained down around them, the Weeping Angel placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on the ugly welt, then nuzzled into Lenore’s ear. “I wouldn’t let Allard kiss that better, if I were you.” she sighed. “If he were to taste me on you I’d own him just as surely as I do you.”
“Fuuuhhhh… fuuuuhhhh… f*ckNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Brewster grabbed a handful of hair and drove Lenore forward and down, just THWHUNKING her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Rising to the sound of back-up officials hurrying down the aisle, Adelaide put a foot on the back of Lemarchand’s neck and ground down ever so slightly. “You’ll feel drained for a couple of weeks, perhaps even a month. But when your strength comes back you’ll convince yourself you can defeat me. And the next time we cross paths I will make you mine once and for all. Dream of my teeth, little bird.”
Adelaide hissed at the first official to make it under the ropes, then she whipped around and escaped out the far side before jumping over the guardrail to vanish in the chaotic swirl of the FAWNatics.