Post by hawkeye on Mar 18, 2020 0:22:58 GMT
The man, the myth, the legend known only as Merle was in the midst of a calming deep-breathing exercise (the prospect of maintaining even a semblance of order among his charges had the poor dope in a cold terror all week long) when the Announcer did what he did best. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Savvy Savage before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with pink trim, pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
More than happy to spit hot truth and cold hate at any neckbeard that dared so much as blink in her direction, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Black Hat hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Merle, congrats on that Rate-a-Ref score peaking earlier today.” she chided the official as he checked over her pads and boots.
“Thanks Lyssa, but I don’t think it’s peaked. It’s been steadily climbing for the last month or so.”
“Oh, I know. But I’m sure you’ll do something stupid to tank it before the night is over.”
Merle sighed. “Go to your corner, Lyssa.”
“See? Just like that, it starts.”
Smirking after the zinger, Lyssa would’ve turned her ire to the crowd if the Announcer hadn’t drawn her attention to the stage. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Arena and a massive unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ larger than ever thanks in no small part to the impressive house show series against none other than the woman in the ring. The Heartbroken crowd roared 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.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first televised battle with the Black Hat, 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
Eager to put this aggressive new rival on her back in front of the whole world, Lenore paid 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 strolled to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before turning to lock eyes with
Lips curling in cool smile, Zahn hooked her own thumbs together and started what looked like a raven, ‘cept that its ‘wings’ were nothing more than index fingers.
Lenore smirked, kissed one wing and slapped it to a hip pointed in her opponent’s direction before sauntering to the opposite corner for final inspection.
No posturing, sass, or other delays when the bell sounded, Lemarchand and Zahn simply came out of their corners and went straight for her adversary, each brunette moving with the sort of intense familiarity that only comes with facing one another at various house shows for no less than six months. Their hands came up fast, but the subsequent lunge was even faster, Raven and Pintrest Pin-Up colliding at center ring in an exceptionally heavy Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The clench was barely a second old when Lyssa slipped her right arm around the back of Lenore’s neck and doubled her over in an equally energetic Side Headlock that immediately gave way to a BOOMING Takedown that put both brunettes on the canvas.
Stretched out on her right side, Zahn reefed back on the Headlock while simultaneously constricting Lenore’s noggin in the trap of forearm, bicep and breast. “You been hittin’ the gym, birdy?” Lyssa asked, her tone aggressively conversational. “I have. All the time in fact. I’m ready to go half an hour without breathing hard. Hope you are too, otherwise I’ll blow your doors off in under three minuNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden curled in on herself, threw her left leg across Zahn’s throat and pushed out until her foe’s Headlock gave way to an equally snug Headscissors. Balanced on her palms once she’d pushed to a seat, Lemarchand lifted her rump off the mat by a few inches to put even more pressure into her retaliatory pulse. “Don’t ask questions when you already know the answers, Lyssa. It’s unbecoming.” The Raven treated her rival to another squeeze, leaned down and delivered a single solid smack to her midsection. “And who are you trying to fool? We both know you’d carry a broomstick for fifteen minutes just to maximize your pay-per-view minHEYHERRGH!”
Lyssa put her hands against the underside of Lenore’s encroaching thigh, then pushed up and raised both knees to chest-level so she could escape the Scissors with a kip-up that looked almost effortless. No mere escape this however, Zahn’s boots had barely touched the canvas when she shot in and down, the TikTok Terror skidding in beside Lemarchand to secure her second Side Headlock in barely a minute.
“Hmmmhhh, I guess you DO know me pretty well.” she admitted while grinding Lenore’s mouth and nose against the sideswell of her breast. Which means you won’t be surprised by something like this.” Zahn freed her left hand, mussed Lemarchand’s hair just because she could, then grabbed a handful and yanked until the Courtier let loose with a muffled, keening wail. “Oh, don’t be so f*cking melodramatic.” Lyssa chided as Lenore began to wriggle and writhe within the Headlock. “You’re not about to tap to a hair-pull and I’m not gonna DQ myself on the same damned move, so just sit there like a good bytch while Merle counts…” Zahn trailed off to mouth, ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FO-’ “ERGH!”
The follicular punishment came to an abrupt end because Lemarchand pistoned a quick Kneelift into her attacker’s upper back. “That’s all you’re showing me?” Lyssa grunted. “Where do you think we are, some Armory in Shyt Splat Arkansas? It’s gonna take more than your bony ass legs to NGH! NGH! NGH! EERRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, YOU IDHUUURRRGHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting spiked Zahn’s back with a few more Kneelifts, then grabbed her own handful of hair and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back until she was able to thread her stems around opposing neck for another Headscissors. Continuing to pull Lyssa’s hair once she’d made it back to a seat, Lemarchand curled her other hand into a fist and stuffed several quick shots into the other brunette’s tummy.
“Ok Lenore, let go of her hair. You know better than that.” Merle coaxed after he’d treated her to the same leeway offered her adversary.
“Only because you asked nicely.” Lemarchand did as bade, extended her index finger and tapped the tip of Zahn’s nose once, twice, three times. “What about you, Melissa? Are you ready to ask nicely?”
“F*ck off and die. Pretty please with sugar on top?” the Snap Chat Siren grunted as she tried to thump and twist her way out of those confining stems. “And if you’re going to use my full f*cking name, can you at least pronounce it right? I can hear the ‘I’ in those obnoxious Midwestern vowels of yourEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore jabbed her thumb into the Black Hat’s navel and clamped down with the rest of her fingers like she meant to scoop out a whole handful of abdominals. “My apologies, Melissa with a Y.” Lemarchand said coolly. “Now that pronunciation issues are settled, would you care to submit? Or can I tear off a few more pieces of OOOWWWW DAMMIT MERLE!”
Not about to let Kent’s geek girlfriend go full Collins on her belly, Lyssa snatched the Raven’s wrist in both hands and prized the talon away from her tummy so she could bring it to her mouth and chomp down on the soft flesh at the base of her rival’s thumb!
Lenore yowled in pain, but rather than try to wrest that hand free of Lyssa’s maw, she caught hold of the other brunette’s hair in her free hand and BWONKED the base of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! That loosened the bite quite nicely, so Lemarchand drew her hand clear and relinquished the hair-pull to put both hands back on the mat. From there she boosted up and leaned back, the Raven’s stems shredding into shadowy relief as she let Zahn sample the full power of her Scissors. “Don’t say a word, Merle.” Lenore ordered when the ref closed in. “We’re just getting started here, aren’t we Lyssa?”
The TweetStormTrooper didn’t spare the time for a verbal response (though she did flip Lemarchand a bird that wasn’t a raven) because she was too busy twisting from her back to her belly. Doing so didn’t make the Scissors any more comfortable, but it did grant her some leverage she’d missed in the initial arrangement. Offering up a constant stream of muttered curses as her forehead scraped and ground against the mat, Zahn fought to all fours and slowly pivoted around the Courtier’s legs so that their bodies were arranged in a straight line, more or less. After that was squared away she pushed her way into an awkward looking sort of three-point stance, though it started to look considerably more nimble once the Insta-gator began to hop back and forth over Lenore’s extended legs, Zahn picking up more and more momentum until she boosted herself into a flawless handst--“NNGGHHH!”
Lenore leaned forward, pressed her palms to Lyssa’s flanks, then raised her hips and brought them down to THONK the crown of her rival’s head against the canvas with a sawed-off Piledriver! The handstand collapsed and the Headscissors went with it, Lenore abandoning the grip so she could scramble across Zahn’s chest in a Crossbody that earned…
ONE…
Lyssa shoved her way free well before ‘TWO!’ and threw an elbow into Lemarchand’s sternum as soon as she’d sat up. “Arrogant bytch.” the Black Hat huffed. “Thinking you’re gonna wrap this shyt up in less than five minEEERR GET OFFA MY F*CKING HAIR!”
Lenore did not, indeed she doubled down on Lyssa’s locks to better haul the other brunette to verticality. “I’ll pin you any chance I get, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled as she pressed in against Zahn’s back. “Can’t have you thinking it’s safe to hide on the maNNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa snapped her head backward, striking the Courtier on the cheek before she could do more than begin to set her hooks. Twisting free of Lenore’s grasp to spin through a quick go-behind, Zahn slung her left leg over Lemarchand’s left thigh then angled her torso across the Raven’s back so she could trap her right wing beneath Lyssa’s left bicep. “We’ve been through this, birdy.” Lyssa smirked as she cranked down on the Abdominal Stretch. “I don’t hide. From anyone. Especially not an overblown chess club nerd like yNGH! NGH! NRRRRHHHH!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Not about to take sass trapped in a hold she considered a personal specialty, Lemarchand crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that elbow into the meat of Zahn’s thigh, then grrrrrroooound the bony dagger back and forth. “Oh, you don’t hide, huh?” Lenore managed to match her foe’s tone in terms of snark, despite the unpleasant strain on her midsection. “Is that why you tried to get counted out back in MiamAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lyssa palmed a hand against the side of Lemarchand’s face and pushed down half a dozen times to fold the trapped bendy-back across the plank of her encroaching thigh. Eventually she brought the jouncing to a halt but this didn’t ease the Raven’s condition at all because the TikTok Terror slipped an index finger into the corner of her prey’s mouth and YANKED up and back in a vicious fishhook! “I loved beating you at the House Shows.” Zahn explained to the gurgling Courtier. “And that T.V. taping in Arkham? I could FEEL the air rush outta that building when I sat on your snotty little face.” Lyssa abandoned the fishhook to avoid listening to Merle’s kvetching only to seize a huge fistful of Lemarchand’s hair for some energetic tugging. “But beating you on here? On pay-per-view in front of the whole world? Baby, tonight’s the night I finally put you on the Wall of ShaOOOWWWW BYTCH LEGGO!”
Locked down tight in the Abdominal Stretch, Lenore focused her attention on the hair pull or rather, the hand pulling her hair. Clamping her free hand around the other brunette’s wrist, Lemarchand pressed her thumb to the underside of Lyssa’s wrist and squeezed until Zahn was forced to disengage to escape the counter-grip. Blessedly free of Lyssa’s mitts, Lenore whipped around behind her opposition and seized her in a tight Waistlock. Digging her knotted fists into Zahn’s tummy even as she gouged the point of her chin into the side of the other wrestler’s neck, Lenore grunted, “You make it sound pretty one-sided, sugar. Don’t you want to talk about the time I tapped you out in Buffalo? That’s less than an hour away from your home town, isn’t ARRRGGGH FUCNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa stamped on Lenore’s toes and followed it up with a quick Headbutt that struck her foe flush on the chin. What it didn’t do was break the Waistlock, so Zahn grabbed hold of Lemarchand’s wrists and backpedaled until she BWUUUNGED the Fair & Radiant Maiden against the nearest corner. Leaning back to keep Lenore confined, Lyssa caught the top rope on either side and used it keep herself steady while she thum-thum-thum-THUMPED her glutes into the pit of Lemarchand’s stomach.
“That’s why I saved your picture for tonight, f*cker.” Lyssa leaned her head back to murmur in Lenore’s ear. “Needed the biggest stage possible to teach you that no one gets away with embarrassing EEERRRRRRGGGGH!”
Lenore broke the Waistlock, reached up and crossed her wrists to secure a tawdry, mauling grip on Zahn’s breasts. “What’re you so angry about, tuff girl? Buffalo wasn’t humiliation, that was a receipt for the shyt you pulled in ArkHRGH! HRGH!”
Zahn drilled her right elbow into Lenore’s flank until the Courtier let go. Storming outta the corner to create some separation, Lyssa-- “NNNGGGGHHH!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting followed along behind, caught hold of Zahn’s waistband and reeled her backward into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the nape of her neck! Lyssa stumbled and cradled her head in both hands, meaning she couldn’t defend against another Waistlock from the Raven. A single glance over her shoulder told Lenore all was well, so she popped her hips and bridged backward to sling Zahn into the middle turnbuckle.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmqjyspjcwo
The Insta-gator wound up flat on her butt with one arm draped over the bottom rope and the braced against the base of her throbbing skull. As for Lenore, she got to her feet and thwhapped a quick Back Kick into Zahn’s midsection before she took off for the opposite corner. Once there she did an about-face and made a speedy return trip, the lithesome brunette ultimately taking to the skies to THWHAP the soles of her boots into Lyssa’s chest!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4g_o6xDu0
Delighted by the pained way Zahn smacked a heel against the canvas, Lenore somersaulted away from the collision, snatched hold of her foe’s boots and draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring so she could fold Lyssa into a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Snap Chat Siren kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the scavenging bytch couldn’t try another cheap--“NO! Goddammit Lemarchand, get the hell offa eerrrgghhh!”
While Lenore didn’t try for a second cover, she did sit down behind her rival and catch hold of her wrists. Yanking the other brunette’s arms behind her back at an awkward angle, Lenore stretched out flat, then swept her right leg up and braced that shin against the nape of Zahn’s neck. Wasn’t long thereafter that she repeated the tactic with her left leg, Lemarchand crossing her ankles against Lyssa’s head so she could push forward with her stems while continuing to yank and tug on her captured wrists.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEevZ50j-Qk
“Ask her.” Lenore said to Merle after Lyssa beat her heels against the mat in a furious little outburst. “This is starting to feel like Buffalo all over ag--”
“F*ck you, bytch.” Zahn snarled. “And Merle, swear to god I’ll tank you on Rate-a-Ref if you so much as open your mouTHERRRGH!”
Lenore released Lyssa’s wrists, planted her hands and pushed up off her butt to force the trapped wrestler’s forehead that much closer to the canvas. “Watch your mouth, Lyssie.” Lemarchand snapped. “I’m not some bikini meat fresh from the Madhouse that you can just push around. Thought you’d have figured that out considering all the times I’ve whipped your ass.”
“You might’ve won a few matches, asshole.” Zahn growled. “But you’ve never beaten me and you never OOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Lenore ‘walked’ forward on her palms to put even more strain on Lyssa’s neck and spine. “Sure about that, Zahn?” Lemarchand asked. “Try to get your lips off the canvas before you anHEY SHYT!”
The Tweeting Tyrant abruptly twisted to the left, a move that stacked her on her shoulders and rolled Lenore onto her stomach. Merle swooped in to count the pin, but Zahn kicked both legs out straight and in doing so somersaulted free of the Raven’s talons. Coming up on one knee at the other brunette’s feet, Lyssa claimed both feet and crossed them into a tight ‘X’ which she stuffed against Lemarchand’s glutes. “Don’t worry nerd, I’m not gonna make you kiss the mat tonight.” Zahn assured as she slid into a mount atop those knotted stems. “In fact, I’m gonna show that fugly little face to everyone in the audience before I make you tap the f*ck out!”
Painfully aware of what would happen if she couldn’t defend herself, Lenore kept both elbows tight to her torso and started to drag herself toward the “AAAARRRRHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Zahn hunched forward and raked her rival’s back more than half a dozen times before finishing off with an impudent little spanking. “Yeah loser, biggest bytch in this ring, in case you’d forgot. Here, lemme show ya my credentials.” A single hard SLAP between the shoulders let Lyssa grab Lemarchand’s wrists and craaaaaaaaaaaank her torso off the mat in a spine-wrenching grounded Surfboard. “Take your pictures now, losers!” Lyssa chided the FAWNatics. “She’ll be bawling for mercy before you know it! Isn’t that right, bird brain?”
GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-caQHEcMms
“Kuuuuhhhh…. kiss my ass, ZahnNNEERRRRRHHHH!”
Lyssa pulled her right foot off the mat, braced it between Lemarchand’s shoulders and pushed forward like she meant to stamp straight through the struggling Courtier. “Oh damn, does that feel GOOD!” Lyssa exclaimed as she ground the heel of her boot back ‘n forth. “You sure Raven’s the best nickname for you, Len? Way you grind beneath my foot it seems like cockroach would be far more appropr--”
“Eat shyt, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled through clenched teeth. “You’re not grinding anything tonNGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Zahn removed her plant foot only to drive it against the base of Lenore’s skull once, twice, three times! Easing forward so she could force the Courtier’s pained features that much closer to the canvas. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, skinny.” Lyssa cooed. “Otherwise I might decide to grind your nose rather than your eeerrrrrrrgghhh catty slut!”
Lenore couldn’t free her wrists from the other brunette’s grip, but she could twist them within the confines of Zahn’s manacles and that in turn allowed her to sink her nails into the underside of her attacker’s forearms. “Big talk from a keyboard commando.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden sneered. “We both know you make a better cushion than queNNHH!”
Lyssa delivered one more kick to the back of her foe’s noggin and simultaneously released Lemarchand’s wrists so that the trapped bendy-back was THWHONKED face-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Raven’s head bounced on impact and both hands flew to her throbbing beak to check for blood or breakage. They found none, though admittedly she didn’t have much time to inspect because Lyssa climbed into a heavy seat in the hollow of her back and clamped down on both biceps. Angling Lenore’s limbs back across the sturdy planks of her thighs, Zahn reached for Lemarchand’s chin, drew her hands back when the other brunette snapped at her questing fingers.
“None of that, beeyotch.” Lyssa plunged a hand into Lenore’s hair, yanked her head off the mat and peppered one cheek with taunting slaps before securing the Chinlock to complete the Camel Clutch. “Singh’s got nothing on me, ain’t that right, birdy?” Zahn chided in the midst of curling her rival into an agonizing arch. “Really, think about it! Punk lost to you at a pay-per-view, then vanished for almost a year! Me? I lost to you at a house show, came back and whooped your bony ass the very next week! Sure seems like I’m tougher, wouldn’t you ag--” the Pintrest Pin-Up fell silent as she had to adjust her grip on Lenore’s chin to avoid a nasty bite. “Don’t even think about it, birdy.” Lyssa pressed thumb and forefinger into Lemarchand’s cheeks and squeezed as hard as she could. “Nip me one more time and I’ll break you in ways the Empress never coulWHOOOAAHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting shifted to the left so she could slide her right leg forward. With that knee braced against the mat and both hands digging into the backs of Lyssa’s thighs, it wasn’t long before she’d returned to verticality despite Zahn’s best efforts. Holding the Black Hat aloft in a half-assed piggyback ride, Lenore grunted, “Yuuuuhhh… you talk more smack than Singh ever did, but your Camel Clutch game can’t compete, cutAARRRHHHHH!”
Not about to let Lemarchand trundle her around the squared circle, Zahn crooked her left hand into a talon and raked it across the Courtier’s eyes! Merle squawked an indignant warning that Lyssa ignored in favor of freeing her legs from Lenore’s grip. Soon as she’d returned to the canvas the TikTok Terror grabbed Lemarchand’s shoulder, swung her around and dipped low to hook that arm through the other brunette’s legs. From there she hoisted her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and simply dropped backward, Zahn putting every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the Samoan Drop that THAWHUMPED her burden against the deck!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXhmHm-Ymwo
Lyssa didn’t consider the maneuver a fight ender, but the whoosh of breath leaving Lenore’s lungs told her it connected solidly, so she kept the far leg cradled on impact and pulled it in tight to keep Lenore glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
Lemarchand kicked out a whisper after ‘TWO!’, which told the TweetStormTrooper there was a whole lot more nerd ass to stomp. To that end she swung to one knee, hooked her thumbs beneath the pad and pulled it down to her shin, baring the joint. “Enough of this verbal sparring bullshyt.” she grumbled while hauling Lenore to boot-leather. “It’s time for you to f*cking kneel before Zahn.”
No answer was offered, a development Lyssa found slightly disappointing. Still, the silence didn’t stop her from collecting a Front Facelock or slinging the wobbled bendy-back’s near arm across her shoulders. Catching hold of Lemarchand’s waistband, Zahn bent her knees and hoisted her adversary to high noon in a single effortful-- “NNGH!” Lenore brought a knee up, or rather down, into the crown of Lyssa’s skull!
Caught off guard by the head shot, the Black Hat dropped Lemarchand back to start and pounded a few ‘that’s what you get!’ Kneelifts into the pit of her stomach. Once that was settled she dug in her heels and muscled Lenore back to high no--“EERRRRGGGGHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting drove answering Kneelifts into the top of Lyssa’s head to earn her second reprieve in less than a minute. Not only that, the Raven celebrated her return to terra firma with a few hard punches to the other brunette’s flank. Zahn grunted and her grip loosened but she made no effort to disengage and the choice was taken out of her hands when Lenore seized control of the Facelock. Whipping around so Lyssa’s butt was pointed toward the nearest set of strands, Lemarchand lifted her opponent all the way up, then stomped forward several steps and tossed her across the top rope with a nauseating ‘twaaaaaang!’
Lyssa gagged and instinctually drew away from the resurgent Raven, or at least she would have if Lenore hadn’t maintained a stern grip on the Facelock. “Wanna make me kneel, huh Lyss?” Lemarchand made a little show of pinching a bit of the exposed crescent of her foe’s buttock. “Try harder, bytch.”
“Fuuuhhh…f*cking brat.” Zahn groaned. “You’re gonna HEY! Don’tyoufuckingdarRRRGGGGHH!” Unimpressed by the other brunette’s threats, Lenore kept her hooks sank deep as she backed into the center of the ring. Doing so pulled Lyssa over the top rope until she was suspended several feet above the mat, the Black Hat held in place by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. Lyssa was protesting this arrangement quite vociferously when Lenore spun over and laid out to flip Zahn offa the strands and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a nasty Rope Hung Neckbreaker! Zahn stretched out in a winded sprawl so Lemarchand pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ROPE HUNG SPINNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-bgxOgx19M
ONE…
TWO…
The Snap Chat Siren shot a shoulder off the mat with a full second to spare, much to Lenore’s irritation. A look around the squared circle suggested she was a bit too close to the ropes for comfort so the Fair & Radiant Maiden buried both hands and draaaaaaaaaagged her rival well clear of any potential sanctuary. “Scrawny bytch!” Lyssa hissed as she fought through some potential butt-burn to make it to a seat. “Get your goddamned hands outta my HUUUURRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore pulled Lyssa down flat, dropped to a seat and deftly threaded her legs around the other brunette’s head. “All right, my hands are out of your hair, princess.” Lemarchand was all smarm and sass as she lifted her tush off the canvas to increase the pressure of the Headscissors. “Does that make you feel betOOOOOWWW! Oh honey, is THAT how you want to play?”
Zahn, who’d reached up and back with both hands to secure a nasty claw-hold on the Raven’s breasts, narrowed her focus to a pincer that made Lemarchand wince. “Don’t even think about getting indignant with me, bytch.” Lyssa snapped even as she continued to tweak and twist at her attacker’s nipples. “Wasn’t it Ocala where you told me we showed respect through domination and humiliEEEERRRRGGGGHHH F*CK!”
Willing to trade some pressure on the Scissors to remove the clamps from her chest, Lenore took hold of Lyssa’s wrists and prized them away with a few hard tugs. Escape didn’t mean respite however, as the Courtier promptly hammered Zahn’s hands against the canvas no less than half a dozen times. Once those wicked claws were properly subdued, Lemarchand resumed her squeeze, only now she now she added to the other brunette’s discomfort by bouncing and grinding her right heel into the fork of Lyssa’s crotch.
“Looks like you might be losing circulation in your hands, babe.” Lenore said of her opponent’s slowly flexing fingers. “Want me to let these go so you can tap out? Or do you have enough left for a verbal surrender before the drool comes OOOOWWWW, okthatsitbytch!”
The Snap Chat Siren twisted her hands loose of the Raven’s control, curved them into talons and promptly raked each encroaching thigh from hip to knee almost half a dozen times! This time Lemarchand made no effort to recapture Zahn’s wrists, instead she gave the other brunette a bitter taste of her own medicine in the form of stereo titty twisters. Lyssa howled with outrage and pain, abandoning her own efforts to paw and swipe at her tormentor’s wrists. These efforts were far less effective than she would’ve liked because most of Lenore’s hands were effectively hidden beneath her thighs. Didn’t stop her from trying though, Lyssa clawing and raking Lemarchand’s forearms like a madwoman in the hopes of forcing her to break the--
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH F*CK YOU LENORE!” Zahn wailed in equal parts outrage and anguish when Emily’s Lady in Waiting abandoned one of her pincers to affix that claw to the center of her opponent’s trunks!
“No, f*ck you, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled over Zahn’s anguish. “You wanna play scratching post, I’ll show you how it’s donAAAAHHHHHHH SHYT!”
Her usual snarky façade all but shattered by Lenore’s catty three-pronged attack, the TikTok Terror twisted and writhed for almost ten seconds before she managed to turn her head enough to sink her teeth into the inside of Lemarchand’s thigh! The Fair & Radiant Maiden held on for a span of heartbeats, then the Scissors were thrown wide and she pounded a Double Axehandle into opposing tummy to escape the insidious gnawing.
Lyssa ‘ooooffffhed’ and flopped onto her stomach, the fireplug powerhouse gamely dragging herself across the mat to throw an arm over the middle ropes with the hope of keeping Lenore at bay while she struggled to catch her breath. She needn’t have worried on that front, Lemarchand had retreated to the far side of the ring, quite vertical but leaning against the strands to tend to the scratches on her arms and the nasty welt on her thigh.
Wincing every time she touched one of those ugly pink scratches, the Raven looked up from her ministrations the instant she Zahn begin to stir. Another insult welled up in the back of her throat only for Lemarchand to catch it behind clenched teeth. “That’s right troll, shake it off.” she whispered as Lyssa slowly made it to her knees. “Get your ass off that mat.” Zahn couldn’t hear this order over the roar of the crowd but she bade it anyway, the Pintrest Pin-Up bracing her other hand against the canvas so she was relatively steady when she raised her-- Lenore crossed the squared circle in a flat-out sprint and THWHONKED her right knee against Lyssa’s temple.
KNEE TREMBLER IN ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNcIt7B8IwU
Zahn was swiveled around on impact, the other brunette’s arms hanging loose over the middle rope. She’d yet to offer more than a groan when Lenore snuggled in from behind and cinched her arms around the New Yorker’s waist. Knotted hands digging deep, Lemarchand set her feet and sank into a deep squat, the Courtier getting her hips as low as possible to better dead-lift Lyssa up, over and finally DOWN, the Tweeting Tyrant stacked high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders via the German Suplex. Lenore maintained the bridge on impact (how else was she going to show off her abs and Zahn’s upturned glutes at the same time) forcing poor Merle to dive halfway across the ring to count out an emphatic…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa popped loose of the Waistlock with barely a whisper to spare, the Black Hat draping one limp arm over the back of her aching skull. On her knees beside the suffering grappler, Lenore would’ve questioned Merle about the count if she hadn’t caught sight of Zahn trying to work the kinks from her neck. Honing in on the vulnerability at once, Lemarchand swatted Lyssa’s arm away and scrambled to her knees only to drop a knee on the base of her foe’s neck! “Defend yourself, Lyssa.” Lenore murmured when Zahn cried out and rolled away from the attack. “Defend yourself or quit.”
“F*ck on outta here with that.” Lyssa rasped as she fought onto her knees. “You may have made me tap out a couple of times, but I’ll make you break my leg before I’ll quit.”
“You don’t wanna push me, Lyssa.” the Raven replied as she backpedaled into the ropes dead ahead of her penitent rival. “You won’t like what you find.”
Zahn didn’t offer any verbal sass, instead she raised both hands in a bring it on that transformed into a ‘go f*ck yourself’ when she lowered ever finger save the indexes. Lemarchand still elected the former, the brunette once again throwing herself straight at the Snap Chat Siren with one knee aimed flush between the eyeNO! Lyssa didn’t have time to duck so she threw herself backward, the New Yorker bent awkwardly over her own calves to avoid the knock out blow. Lenore cursed but didn’t slow down, instead she continued to the far side, hit the ropes and rushed back for a second pass. As for Zahn, she scrambled onto her stomach and back to verticality right about the time Lenore was bearing down on ‘OOOOOHHHHHH!’ The TweetStormTrooper caught her opponent at the armpits and shot her straight into the sky, Lemarchand’s legs swinging up so high it looked like she might catch a ‘Rana on her resurgent rival. Unfortunately no such save was forthcoming, Zahn simply moved her hands to the Courtier’s chest and fell to her knees to THAWHAM Lenore to the deck via a devastating Spinebuster!
SKY-HIGH SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqHBKihUu60
Lyssa transitioned into a Crossbody without even thinking about it, the black-clad battler nodding along with the ref and the crowd as they tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore flopped onto her stomach to beat the count by half a second, but that meager defense wasn’t nearly enough to stop Zahn from hauling her to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “I’m really glad you kicked out.” Lyssa huffed in Lenore’s ear after trading out the hair-hold for a tummy-to-tummy Bear Hug. “Because I know we both hate flash pins. And I sure as f*ck don’t want you getting up while I’m getting you prepped for the Wall of Shame.”
“Duuuhhhh… don’t worry about it, Lys.” Lemarchand pounded weak fists into the other brunette’s broad back, though she didn’t earn much for her efforts save a smirk from Zahn. “We both know you’re never gonna get me anywhaHUUURRRGGNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lyssa spun around in a half circle, went low and popped her hips THAWHAM Lenore into the canvas with a massive Side Belly to Belly Suplex! Zahn landed chest-first atop her gasping prey and neatly shifted into a domineering Crossbody, Lyssa pushing up on tiptoes while she pressed down on Lemarchand’s shoulders with both hands.
SIDE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iM5o9lzV6UI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn hadn’t hooked the legs and it might’ve cost her ‘THREE!’ as Lenore twisted out from under the domineering cover at the last possible instant. Already braced for a verbal lashing from the Black Hat, Merle was noticeably surprised when Lyssa ignored him in favor of CRAAACKING both palms against Lemarchand’s chest in a resounding Overhand Chop!
Lenore shrieked, crossed her arms over her stinging décolletage and pounded her heels against the mat to distract from the worst of her aches and pains. Zahn wasn’t distracted in the slightest however, indeed the multi-platform powerhouse was moving toward one of the far corners with a quick, purposeful stride. Dipping through the ropes without breaking her stride, Lyssa climbed to the very top of the high rent district where she finally paused to ‘frame’ the prone Raven in a phone made of her thumbs and index fingers. Pleased by the result, Zahn leapt into the lights and executed a gorgeous flying toe touch that ensured she was stretched out full length when she THAWHAMMED down on Lenore’s gulping midsection!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
The gasping Courtier started to roll onto her side, but Zahn tugged her right back to start, hooked both legs and pointed Lemarchand’s rump at the rafters with a Back Press that had the FAWNatics on their feet to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore kicked out, though it looked more like an instinctual full body twitch than a planned escape.
Whatever it was, it finally prized a frustrated, “F*CK.” from Lyssa, the exhausted brunette pounding one fist against the mat with an audible thump. The frustration didn’t seem to distract her though, rather her focus seemed sharper than ever when she buried her hands in Lenore’s hair and scraped her off the canvas with several enthusiastic tugs. Once they were upright she slapped on a Front Facelock, tossed Lemarchand’s left arm across her shoulders and caught a sturdy handful of waistband.
“Time to kneel, ya skinny bytch.” The TikTok Terror muscled her burden directly overhead and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Lenore head-first atop the posted joint! Stretched out flat on her back after she’d been forced to Kneel Before Zahn, Lemarchand offered no resistance when Lyssa planted a heavy knee on her sternum and cradled the far leg for a decisive…
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOT SO FAST!
Such a pin would’ve made a great Gladiatrix cover if Lenore hadn’t escaped a whisper before ‘THREE!’ As it was Zahn had to settle for a FAWN.com ‘pic of the day’ showing her wide-eyed, hands buried in her own hair as she stared unadulterated incredulity at an equally surprised referee.
“All right.” Lyssa grunted after she’d regained some composure. “All right, birdy, you don’t want to kneel? Then I’ll turn you into a goddamned meme.”
Laying claim to the other brunette’s wrist, Zahn got to her feet and forced Lenore to do the same. What started off as an Irish Whip turned into a real quick return trip for the Fair & Radiant Maiden when Lyssa planted her heels and yanked Lenore in so she could drop a shoulder and scoop her up in an effortless Fireman’s Carry. No theatrics at this late date, the Black Hat merely curled her left arm over the back of Lemarchand’s neck, then dipped her knees and popped up on tiptoe to launch her rival into the swift, brutal descent of the Meme Genera-- Lenore snatched Zahn’s noggin in an impromptu Front Facelock and laid out flat on her back to SPIKE the crown of Lyssa’s skull into the deck with a DDT from deep in left field!
The Raven landed in a flat sprawl and just looked up at the lights whereas Zahn somersaulted through to a seat that she held long enough to cradle her head in both hands. Then she crumpled onto her side and absently smacked one boot against the mat while Merle stood over both wrestlers looking for signs of life in hopes of delaying the standing ten count as long as possible.
Give the ref credit, he waited a full five and then some before calling out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Lyssa and Lenore rolled to their stomachs and slowly powered to all fours. This was a good start and it slowed Merle’s count for a moment but it resumed far sooner than either woman would have liked. “SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
The rivals didn’t so much stand as they did hurl themselves at one another, Lemarchand coming up and together in a sloppy clench that found them tugging hair and constantly shoving at the other wrestler’s chin. “Why ya fightin’ so hard, bytch?” Lyssa growled. “Burying your nose in my ass for the Wall of Shame is just another accolade for the Courtier that can’t win a titHURRGHH!”
Lenore wrapped a hand around Lyssa’s throat and squeezed for all she was worth. “Who needs titles when I can humble your punk-ass in public, LysNNNGGGHHH!”
The Insta-gator drilled a Kneelift into Lemarchand’s abs *just* above the line of her briefs, the shot more than enough to break the grip on her throat. Hooking an arm through Lemarchand’s legs before she geek could get away, Lyssa hupped Lenore onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry so she could reboot the Meme-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Lemarchand gouged half a dozen elbow smashes into the side of her attacker’s skull, the bludgeoning barrage granting her enough time to slide free of the precarious-- Lenore planted her right foot behind Lyssa and pulled the woozy Black Hat’s right arm across her own midsection. Then she leaned forward, a shift that bent Zahn back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around Lyssa’s head in a Front FaceNOT TODAY!
The Tweeting Tyrant slipped from Lenore’s clutches into a beautiful go-behind, braced both hands against the small of her back and shoved for all she was worth. Lemarchand stumbled forward several steps, caught her balance and spun around just as Lyssa charged and sprang, her right hand drawn waaaaaay back for a Superman PunTHWHACK! The Fair & Radiant Maiden pivoted on her left heel so she could clap her right foot offa Zahn’s exposed chin with a lightning-fast Super Kick!
Lyssa’s head snapped back but the rest of her continued forward, at least far enough to land on her knees almost directly in front of the wobbling Raven. Grabbing a double handful of hair to steady her own footing, Lemarchand yanked the Black Hat’s head between her thighs, then leaned over her back so she could reach through those parted stems and grab not one, but both wrists. A single strong tug completed the Double Pumphandle and an equally powerful yank spun / flipped Lyssa onto the other brunette’s shoulders for what would’ve been a Powerbomb if Lenore hadn’t taken a single giant step back and pulled hard on Zahn’s crossed hands to stretch her out full length several feet above the canvas. In the same instant she dropped to her butt and Lyssa fell alongside, the TweetStormTrooper THWHAMMED down on her face, chest with every bit of strength the Courtier had left.
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Stretched out facedown in the wake of Nevermore, Zahn offered little more than a soft groan when Lenore rolled her onto her back and crawled atop her chest in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lenore rolled off and flopped to her back, the victorious Raven barely able to lift an arm as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Merle offered to help her stand, but Lemarchand waved him off, for the moment she just wanted to bask in the warmth of the overhead lights.
Beside her, Lyssa Zahn turned onto her stomach, heard the nerd’s theme echoing in the rafters and pounded a furious, disappointed fist against the canvas. “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, F*CK.” Lyssa reared back on her haunches, swiped a hand over her face, then let loose with another string of expletives when she saw Lenore regarding her from a less than three feet away. Pretty features twisting in an ugly scowl, Zahn snapped, “What’re you looking at, nerd?”
“I think it’s a brat trying not to have a tantrum when she realized she doesn’t always get her own--”
Lyssa stormed to boot-leather and Lenore followed suit, the pair of brunettes going nose to nose despite a litany of pleas from Merle. “You think this is over, Lemarchand?” the Black Hat murmured. “That I’m gonna let you win just because you caught me with a lucky finisher?”
“I know it’s not over, Lyssa. You’re too stubborn, proud and most importantly, arrogant, to let this go. So I look forward to the next time we share a ring. In fact I look forward to disappointing you over and over and over again.”
Zahn looked thoughtful for a moment. “Why does that sound familiar?” she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, Allard told me that was name of your college sex ta--”
Lenore sent Lyssa reeling with a hard shove, followed it with a resounding CRAAACK of a Bytch Slap across the mouth.
Zahn staggered, caught her balance and answered back with an equally vicious slap to the Raven’s face. They’d already gone almost twenty minutes but in that instant it looked like they could go twenty more, Zahn and Lemarchand slapping, punching, scraping and gouging before settling into a mutual hair-pull that had them screaming disdainful obscenities until Mere’s black & white back-up arrived to prize them apart.
Separation didn’t bring an end to their struggles, though they did calm somewhat when the hated other was bustled to the opposite side of the squared circle.
“Kneeling’s too good for you, bytch.” Lyssa growled. “Next time we meet, you’re gonna grovel… and beg… and ple--”
“F*ck you, sweetheart.” Lenore interrupted. “You’re not gonna do anything other than come up with a bunch of pathetic excuses to explain why your face was nuzzling my trunks when the bell sounded.”
This assertion brought another round of incensed disgust from Lyssa and redoubled her efforts to escape, but the zebras were wise to her ways and they managed to get her through the ropes with no jailbreaks. Didn’t stop the insults and threats alas, those were still flying both ways when the broadcast cut to a hype video for tonight’s Lightweight Title tilt.
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Savvy Savage before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For tonight‘s battle Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with pink trim, pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
More than happy to spit hot truth and cold hate at any neckbeard that dared so much as blink in her direction, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Black Hat hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Merle, congrats on that Rate-a-Ref score peaking earlier today.” she chided the official as he checked over her pads and boots.
“Thanks Lyssa, but I don’t think it’s peaked. It’s been steadily climbing for the last month or so.”
“Oh, I know. But I’m sure you’ll do something stupid to tank it before the night is over.”
Merle sighed. “Go to your corner, Lyssa.”
“See? Just like that, it starts.”
Smirking after the zinger, Lyssa would’ve turned her ire to the crowd if the Announcer hadn’t drawn her attention to the stage. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Arena and a massive unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ larger than ever thanks in no small part to the impressive house show series against none other than the woman in the ring. The Heartbroken crowd roared 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.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first televised battle with the Black Hat, 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
Eager to put this aggressive new rival on her back in front of the whole world, Lenore paid 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 strolled to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before turning to lock eyes with
Lips curling in cool smile, Zahn hooked her own thumbs together and started what looked like a raven, ‘cept that its ‘wings’ were nothing more than index fingers.
Lenore smirked, kissed one wing and slapped it to a hip pointed in her opponent’s direction before sauntering to the opposite corner for final inspection.
No posturing, sass, or other delays when the bell sounded, Lemarchand and Zahn simply came out of their corners and went straight for her adversary, each brunette moving with the sort of intense familiarity that only comes with facing one another at various house shows for no less than six months. Their hands came up fast, but the subsequent lunge was even faster, Raven and Pintrest Pin-Up colliding at center ring in an exceptionally heavy Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The clench was barely a second old when Lyssa slipped her right arm around the back of Lenore’s neck and doubled her over in an equally energetic Side Headlock that immediately gave way to a BOOMING Takedown that put both brunettes on the canvas.
Stretched out on her right side, Zahn reefed back on the Headlock while simultaneously constricting Lenore’s noggin in the trap of forearm, bicep and breast. “You been hittin’ the gym, birdy?” Lyssa asked, her tone aggressively conversational. “I have. All the time in fact. I’m ready to go half an hour without breathing hard. Hope you are too, otherwise I’ll blow your doors off in under three minuNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden curled in on herself, threw her left leg across Zahn’s throat and pushed out until her foe’s Headlock gave way to an equally snug Headscissors. Balanced on her palms once she’d pushed to a seat, Lemarchand lifted her rump off the mat by a few inches to put even more pressure into her retaliatory pulse. “Don’t ask questions when you already know the answers, Lyssa. It’s unbecoming.” The Raven treated her rival to another squeeze, leaned down and delivered a single solid smack to her midsection. “And who are you trying to fool? We both know you’d carry a broomstick for fifteen minutes just to maximize your pay-per-view minHEYHERRGH!”
Lyssa put her hands against the underside of Lenore’s encroaching thigh, then pushed up and raised both knees to chest-level so she could escape the Scissors with a kip-up that looked almost effortless. No mere escape this however, Zahn’s boots had barely touched the canvas when she shot in and down, the TikTok Terror skidding in beside Lemarchand to secure her second Side Headlock in barely a minute.
“Hmmmhhh, I guess you DO know me pretty well.” she admitted while grinding Lenore’s mouth and nose against the sideswell of her breast. Which means you won’t be surprised by something like this.” Zahn freed her left hand, mussed Lemarchand’s hair just because she could, then grabbed a handful and yanked until the Courtier let loose with a muffled, keening wail. “Oh, don’t be so f*cking melodramatic.” Lyssa chided as Lenore began to wriggle and writhe within the Headlock. “You’re not about to tap to a hair-pull and I’m not gonna DQ myself on the same damned move, so just sit there like a good bytch while Merle counts…” Zahn trailed off to mouth, ‘ONE… TWO… THREE… FO-’ “ERGH!”
The follicular punishment came to an abrupt end because Lemarchand pistoned a quick Kneelift into her attacker’s upper back. “That’s all you’re showing me?” Lyssa grunted. “Where do you think we are, some Armory in Shyt Splat Arkansas? It’s gonna take more than your bony ass legs to NGH! NGH! NGH! EERRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, YOU IDHUUURRRGHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting spiked Zahn’s back with a few more Kneelifts, then grabbed her own handful of hair and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back until she was able to thread her stems around opposing neck for another Headscissors. Continuing to pull Lyssa’s hair once she’d made it back to a seat, Lemarchand curled her other hand into a fist and stuffed several quick shots into the other brunette’s tummy.
“Ok Lenore, let go of her hair. You know better than that.” Merle coaxed after he’d treated her to the same leeway offered her adversary.
“Only because you asked nicely.” Lemarchand did as bade, extended her index finger and tapped the tip of Zahn’s nose once, twice, three times. “What about you, Melissa? Are you ready to ask nicely?”
“F*ck off and die. Pretty please with sugar on top?” the Snap Chat Siren grunted as she tried to thump and twist her way out of those confining stems. “And if you’re going to use my full f*cking name, can you at least pronounce it right? I can hear the ‘I’ in those obnoxious Midwestern vowels of yourEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore jabbed her thumb into the Black Hat’s navel and clamped down with the rest of her fingers like she meant to scoop out a whole handful of abdominals. “My apologies, Melissa with a Y.” Lemarchand said coolly. “Now that pronunciation issues are settled, would you care to submit? Or can I tear off a few more pieces of OOOWWWW DAMMIT MERLE!”
Not about to let Kent’s geek girlfriend go full Collins on her belly, Lyssa snatched the Raven’s wrist in both hands and prized the talon away from her tummy so she could bring it to her mouth and chomp down on the soft flesh at the base of her rival’s thumb!
Lenore yowled in pain, but rather than try to wrest that hand free of Lyssa’s maw, she caught hold of the other brunette’s hair in her free hand and BWONKED the base of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! That loosened the bite quite nicely, so Lemarchand drew her hand clear and relinquished the hair-pull to put both hands back on the mat. From there she boosted up and leaned back, the Raven’s stems shredding into shadowy relief as she let Zahn sample the full power of her Scissors. “Don’t say a word, Merle.” Lenore ordered when the ref closed in. “We’re just getting started here, aren’t we Lyssa?”
The TweetStormTrooper didn’t spare the time for a verbal response (though she did flip Lemarchand a bird that wasn’t a raven) because she was too busy twisting from her back to her belly. Doing so didn’t make the Scissors any more comfortable, but it did grant her some leverage she’d missed in the initial arrangement. Offering up a constant stream of muttered curses as her forehead scraped and ground against the mat, Zahn fought to all fours and slowly pivoted around the Courtier’s legs so that their bodies were arranged in a straight line, more or less. After that was squared away she pushed her way into an awkward looking sort of three-point stance, though it started to look considerably more nimble once the Insta-gator began to hop back and forth over Lenore’s extended legs, Zahn picking up more and more momentum until she boosted herself into a flawless handst--“NNGGHHH!”
Lenore leaned forward, pressed her palms to Lyssa’s flanks, then raised her hips and brought them down to THONK the crown of her rival’s head against the canvas with a sawed-off Piledriver! The handstand collapsed and the Headscissors went with it, Lenore abandoning the grip so she could scramble across Zahn’s chest in a Crossbody that earned…
ONE…
Lyssa shoved her way free well before ‘TWO!’ and threw an elbow into Lemarchand’s sternum as soon as she’d sat up. “Arrogant bytch.” the Black Hat huffed. “Thinking you’re gonna wrap this shyt up in less than five minEEERR GET OFFA MY F*CKING HAIR!”
Lenore did not, indeed she doubled down on Lyssa’s locks to better haul the other brunette to verticality. “I’ll pin you any chance I get, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled as she pressed in against Zahn’s back. “Can’t have you thinking it’s safe to hide on the maNNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa snapped her head backward, striking the Courtier on the cheek before she could do more than begin to set her hooks. Twisting free of Lenore’s grasp to spin through a quick go-behind, Zahn slung her left leg over Lemarchand’s left thigh then angled her torso across the Raven’s back so she could trap her right wing beneath Lyssa’s left bicep. “We’ve been through this, birdy.” Lyssa smirked as she cranked down on the Abdominal Stretch. “I don’t hide. From anyone. Especially not an overblown chess club nerd like yNGH! NGH! NRRRRHHHH!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Not about to take sass trapped in a hold she considered a personal specialty, Lemarchand crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that elbow into the meat of Zahn’s thigh, then grrrrrroooound the bony dagger back and forth. “Oh, you don’t hide, huh?” Lenore managed to match her foe’s tone in terms of snark, despite the unpleasant strain on her midsection. “Is that why you tried to get counted out back in MiamAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lyssa palmed a hand against the side of Lemarchand’s face and pushed down half a dozen times to fold the trapped bendy-back across the plank of her encroaching thigh. Eventually she brought the jouncing to a halt but this didn’t ease the Raven’s condition at all because the TikTok Terror slipped an index finger into the corner of her prey’s mouth and YANKED up and back in a vicious fishhook! “I loved beating you at the House Shows.” Zahn explained to the gurgling Courtier. “And that T.V. taping in Arkham? I could FEEL the air rush outta that building when I sat on your snotty little face.” Lyssa abandoned the fishhook to avoid listening to Merle’s kvetching only to seize a huge fistful of Lemarchand’s hair for some energetic tugging. “But beating you on here? On pay-per-view in front of the whole world? Baby, tonight’s the night I finally put you on the Wall of ShaOOOWWWW BYTCH LEGGO!”
Locked down tight in the Abdominal Stretch, Lenore focused her attention on the hair pull or rather, the hand pulling her hair. Clamping her free hand around the other brunette’s wrist, Lemarchand pressed her thumb to the underside of Lyssa’s wrist and squeezed until Zahn was forced to disengage to escape the counter-grip. Blessedly free of Lyssa’s mitts, Lenore whipped around behind her opposition and seized her in a tight Waistlock. Digging her knotted fists into Zahn’s tummy even as she gouged the point of her chin into the side of the other wrestler’s neck, Lenore grunted, “You make it sound pretty one-sided, sugar. Don’t you want to talk about the time I tapped you out in Buffalo? That’s less than an hour away from your home town, isn’t ARRRGGGH FUCNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa stamped on Lenore’s toes and followed it up with a quick Headbutt that struck her foe flush on the chin. What it didn’t do was break the Waistlock, so Zahn grabbed hold of Lemarchand’s wrists and backpedaled until she BWUUUNGED the Fair & Radiant Maiden against the nearest corner. Leaning back to keep Lenore confined, Lyssa caught the top rope on either side and used it keep herself steady while she thum-thum-thum-THUMPED her glutes into the pit of Lemarchand’s stomach.
“That’s why I saved your picture for tonight, f*cker.” Lyssa leaned her head back to murmur in Lenore’s ear. “Needed the biggest stage possible to teach you that no one gets away with embarrassing EEERRRRRRGGGGH!”
Lenore broke the Waistlock, reached up and crossed her wrists to secure a tawdry, mauling grip on Zahn’s breasts. “What’re you so angry about, tuff girl? Buffalo wasn’t humiliation, that was a receipt for the shyt you pulled in ArkHRGH! HRGH!”
Zahn drilled her right elbow into Lenore’s flank until the Courtier let go. Storming outta the corner to create some separation, Lyssa-- “NNNGGGGHHH!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting followed along behind, caught hold of Zahn’s waistband and reeled her backward into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the nape of her neck! Lyssa stumbled and cradled her head in both hands, meaning she couldn’t defend against another Waistlock from the Raven. A single glance over her shoulder told Lenore all was well, so she popped her hips and bridged backward to sling Zahn into the middle turnbuckle.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmqjyspjcwo
The Insta-gator wound up flat on her butt with one arm draped over the bottom rope and the braced against the base of her throbbing skull. As for Lenore, she got to her feet and thwhapped a quick Back Kick into Zahn’s midsection before she took off for the opposite corner. Once there she did an about-face and made a speedy return trip, the lithesome brunette ultimately taking to the skies to THWHAP the soles of her boots into Lyssa’s chest!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4g_o6xDu0
Delighted by the pained way Zahn smacked a heel against the canvas, Lenore somersaulted away from the collision, snatched hold of her foe’s boots and draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring so she could fold Lyssa into a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Snap Chat Siren kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the scavenging bytch couldn’t try another cheap--“NO! Goddammit Lemarchand, get the hell offa eerrrgghhh!”
While Lenore didn’t try for a second cover, she did sit down behind her rival and catch hold of her wrists. Yanking the other brunette’s arms behind her back at an awkward angle, Lenore stretched out flat, then swept her right leg up and braced that shin against the nape of Zahn’s neck. Wasn’t long thereafter that she repeated the tactic with her left leg, Lemarchand crossing her ankles against Lyssa’s head so she could push forward with her stems while continuing to yank and tug on her captured wrists.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEevZ50j-Qk
“Ask her.” Lenore said to Merle after Lyssa beat her heels against the mat in a furious little outburst. “This is starting to feel like Buffalo all over ag--”
“F*ck you, bytch.” Zahn snarled. “And Merle, swear to god I’ll tank you on Rate-a-Ref if you so much as open your mouTHERRRGH!”
Lenore released Lyssa’s wrists, planted her hands and pushed up off her butt to force the trapped wrestler’s forehead that much closer to the canvas. “Watch your mouth, Lyssie.” Lemarchand snapped. “I’m not some bikini meat fresh from the Madhouse that you can just push around. Thought you’d have figured that out considering all the times I’ve whipped your ass.”
“You might’ve won a few matches, asshole.” Zahn growled. “But you’ve never beaten me and you never OOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Lenore ‘walked’ forward on her palms to put even more strain on Lyssa’s neck and spine. “Sure about that, Zahn?” Lemarchand asked. “Try to get your lips off the canvas before you anHEY SHYT!”
The Tweeting Tyrant abruptly twisted to the left, a move that stacked her on her shoulders and rolled Lenore onto her stomach. Merle swooped in to count the pin, but Zahn kicked both legs out straight and in doing so somersaulted free of the Raven’s talons. Coming up on one knee at the other brunette’s feet, Lyssa claimed both feet and crossed them into a tight ‘X’ which she stuffed against Lemarchand’s glutes. “Don’t worry nerd, I’m not gonna make you kiss the mat tonight.” Zahn assured as she slid into a mount atop those knotted stems. “In fact, I’m gonna show that fugly little face to everyone in the audience before I make you tap the f*ck out!”
Painfully aware of what would happen if she couldn’t defend herself, Lenore kept both elbows tight to her torso and started to drag herself toward the “AAAARRRRHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Zahn hunched forward and raked her rival’s back more than half a dozen times before finishing off with an impudent little spanking. “Yeah loser, biggest bytch in this ring, in case you’d forgot. Here, lemme show ya my credentials.” A single hard SLAP between the shoulders let Lyssa grab Lemarchand’s wrists and craaaaaaaaaaaank her torso off the mat in a spine-wrenching grounded Surfboard. “Take your pictures now, losers!” Lyssa chided the FAWNatics. “She’ll be bawling for mercy before you know it! Isn’t that right, bird brain?”
GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-caQHEcMms
“Kuuuuhhhh…. kiss my ass, ZahnNNEERRRRRHHHH!”
Lyssa pulled her right foot off the mat, braced it between Lemarchand’s shoulders and pushed forward like she meant to stamp straight through the struggling Courtier. “Oh damn, does that feel GOOD!” Lyssa exclaimed as she ground the heel of her boot back ‘n forth. “You sure Raven’s the best nickname for you, Len? Way you grind beneath my foot it seems like cockroach would be far more appropr--”
“Eat shyt, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled through clenched teeth. “You’re not grinding anything tonNGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Zahn removed her plant foot only to drive it against the base of Lenore’s skull once, twice, three times! Easing forward so she could force the Courtier’s pained features that much closer to the canvas. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, skinny.” Lyssa cooed. “Otherwise I might decide to grind your nose rather than your eeerrrrrrrgghhh catty slut!”
Lenore couldn’t free her wrists from the other brunette’s grip, but she could twist them within the confines of Zahn’s manacles and that in turn allowed her to sink her nails into the underside of her attacker’s forearms. “Big talk from a keyboard commando.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden sneered. “We both know you make a better cushion than queNNHH!”
Lyssa delivered one more kick to the back of her foe’s noggin and simultaneously released Lemarchand’s wrists so that the trapped bendy-back was THWHONKED face-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Raven’s head bounced on impact and both hands flew to her throbbing beak to check for blood or breakage. They found none, though admittedly she didn’t have much time to inspect because Lyssa climbed into a heavy seat in the hollow of her back and clamped down on both biceps. Angling Lenore’s limbs back across the sturdy planks of her thighs, Zahn reached for Lemarchand’s chin, drew her hands back when the other brunette snapped at her questing fingers.
“None of that, beeyotch.” Lyssa plunged a hand into Lenore’s hair, yanked her head off the mat and peppered one cheek with taunting slaps before securing the Chinlock to complete the Camel Clutch. “Singh’s got nothing on me, ain’t that right, birdy?” Zahn chided in the midst of curling her rival into an agonizing arch. “Really, think about it! Punk lost to you at a pay-per-view, then vanished for almost a year! Me? I lost to you at a house show, came back and whooped your bony ass the very next week! Sure seems like I’m tougher, wouldn’t you ag--” the Pintrest Pin-Up fell silent as she had to adjust her grip on Lenore’s chin to avoid a nasty bite. “Don’t even think about it, birdy.” Lyssa pressed thumb and forefinger into Lemarchand’s cheeks and squeezed as hard as she could. “Nip me one more time and I’ll break you in ways the Empress never coulWHOOOAAHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting shifted to the left so she could slide her right leg forward. With that knee braced against the mat and both hands digging into the backs of Lyssa’s thighs, it wasn’t long before she’d returned to verticality despite Zahn’s best efforts. Holding the Black Hat aloft in a half-assed piggyback ride, Lenore grunted, “Yuuuuhhh… you talk more smack than Singh ever did, but your Camel Clutch game can’t compete, cutAARRRHHHHH!”
Not about to let Lemarchand trundle her around the squared circle, Zahn crooked her left hand into a talon and raked it across the Courtier’s eyes! Merle squawked an indignant warning that Lyssa ignored in favor of freeing her legs from Lenore’s grip. Soon as she’d returned to the canvas the TikTok Terror grabbed Lemarchand’s shoulder, swung her around and dipped low to hook that arm through the other brunette’s legs. From there she hoisted her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and simply dropped backward, Zahn putting every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the Samoan Drop that THAWHUMPED her burden against the deck!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXhmHm-Ymwo
Lyssa didn’t consider the maneuver a fight ender, but the whoosh of breath leaving Lenore’s lungs told her it connected solidly, so she kept the far leg cradled on impact and pulled it in tight to keep Lenore glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
Lemarchand kicked out a whisper after ‘TWO!’, which told the TweetStormTrooper there was a whole lot more nerd ass to stomp. To that end she swung to one knee, hooked her thumbs beneath the pad and pulled it down to her shin, baring the joint. “Enough of this verbal sparring bullshyt.” she grumbled while hauling Lenore to boot-leather. “It’s time for you to f*cking kneel before Zahn.”
No answer was offered, a development Lyssa found slightly disappointing. Still, the silence didn’t stop her from collecting a Front Facelock or slinging the wobbled bendy-back’s near arm across her shoulders. Catching hold of Lemarchand’s waistband, Zahn bent her knees and hoisted her adversary to high noon in a single effortful-- “NNGH!” Lenore brought a knee up, or rather down, into the crown of Lyssa’s skull!
Caught off guard by the head shot, the Black Hat dropped Lemarchand back to start and pounded a few ‘that’s what you get!’ Kneelifts into the pit of her stomach. Once that was settled she dug in her heels and muscled Lenore back to high no--“EERRRRGGGGHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting drove answering Kneelifts into the top of Lyssa’s head to earn her second reprieve in less than a minute. Not only that, the Raven celebrated her return to terra firma with a few hard punches to the other brunette’s flank. Zahn grunted and her grip loosened but she made no effort to disengage and the choice was taken out of her hands when Lenore seized control of the Facelock. Whipping around so Lyssa’s butt was pointed toward the nearest set of strands, Lemarchand lifted her opponent all the way up, then stomped forward several steps and tossed her across the top rope with a nauseating ‘twaaaaaang!’
Lyssa gagged and instinctually drew away from the resurgent Raven, or at least she would have if Lenore hadn’t maintained a stern grip on the Facelock. “Wanna make me kneel, huh Lyss?” Lemarchand made a little show of pinching a bit of the exposed crescent of her foe’s buttock. “Try harder, bytch.”
“Fuuuhhh…f*cking brat.” Zahn groaned. “You’re gonna HEY! Don’tyoufuckingdarRRRGGGGHH!” Unimpressed by the other brunette’s threats, Lenore kept her hooks sank deep as she backed into the center of the ring. Doing so pulled Lyssa over the top rope until she was suspended several feet above the mat, the Black Hat held in place by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. Lyssa was protesting this arrangement quite vociferously when Lenore spun over and laid out to flip Zahn offa the strands and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a nasty Rope Hung Neckbreaker! Zahn stretched out in a winded sprawl so Lemarchand pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ROPE HUNG SPINNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-bgxOgx19M
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TWO…
The Snap Chat Siren shot a shoulder off the mat with a full second to spare, much to Lenore’s irritation. A look around the squared circle suggested she was a bit too close to the ropes for comfort so the Fair & Radiant Maiden buried both hands and draaaaaaaaaagged her rival well clear of any potential sanctuary. “Scrawny bytch!” Lyssa hissed as she fought through some potential butt-burn to make it to a seat. “Get your goddamned hands outta my HUUUURRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore pulled Lyssa down flat, dropped to a seat and deftly threaded her legs around the other brunette’s head. “All right, my hands are out of your hair, princess.” Lemarchand was all smarm and sass as she lifted her tush off the canvas to increase the pressure of the Headscissors. “Does that make you feel betOOOOOWWW! Oh honey, is THAT how you want to play?”
Zahn, who’d reached up and back with both hands to secure a nasty claw-hold on the Raven’s breasts, narrowed her focus to a pincer that made Lemarchand wince. “Don’t even think about getting indignant with me, bytch.” Lyssa snapped even as she continued to tweak and twist at her attacker’s nipples. “Wasn’t it Ocala where you told me we showed respect through domination and humiliEEEERRRRGGGGHHH F*CK!”
Willing to trade some pressure on the Scissors to remove the clamps from her chest, Lenore took hold of Lyssa’s wrists and prized them away with a few hard tugs. Escape didn’t mean respite however, as the Courtier promptly hammered Zahn’s hands against the canvas no less than half a dozen times. Once those wicked claws were properly subdued, Lemarchand resumed her squeeze, only now she now she added to the other brunette’s discomfort by bouncing and grinding her right heel into the fork of Lyssa’s crotch.
“Looks like you might be losing circulation in your hands, babe.” Lenore said of her opponent’s slowly flexing fingers. “Want me to let these go so you can tap out? Or do you have enough left for a verbal surrender before the drool comes OOOOWWWW, okthatsitbytch!”
The Snap Chat Siren twisted her hands loose of the Raven’s control, curved them into talons and promptly raked each encroaching thigh from hip to knee almost half a dozen times! This time Lemarchand made no effort to recapture Zahn’s wrists, instead she gave the other brunette a bitter taste of her own medicine in the form of stereo titty twisters. Lyssa howled with outrage and pain, abandoning her own efforts to paw and swipe at her tormentor’s wrists. These efforts were far less effective than she would’ve liked because most of Lenore’s hands were effectively hidden beneath her thighs. Didn’t stop her from trying though, Lyssa clawing and raking Lemarchand’s forearms like a madwoman in the hopes of forcing her to break the--
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH F*CK YOU LENORE!” Zahn wailed in equal parts outrage and anguish when Emily’s Lady in Waiting abandoned one of her pincers to affix that claw to the center of her opponent’s trunks!
“No, f*ck you, Lyssa.” Lemarchand growled over Zahn’s anguish. “You wanna play scratching post, I’ll show you how it’s donAAAAHHHHHHH SHYT!”
Her usual snarky façade all but shattered by Lenore’s catty three-pronged attack, the TikTok Terror twisted and writhed for almost ten seconds before she managed to turn her head enough to sink her teeth into the inside of Lemarchand’s thigh! The Fair & Radiant Maiden held on for a span of heartbeats, then the Scissors were thrown wide and she pounded a Double Axehandle into opposing tummy to escape the insidious gnawing.
Lyssa ‘ooooffffhed’ and flopped onto her stomach, the fireplug powerhouse gamely dragging herself across the mat to throw an arm over the middle ropes with the hope of keeping Lenore at bay while she struggled to catch her breath. She needn’t have worried on that front, Lemarchand had retreated to the far side of the ring, quite vertical but leaning against the strands to tend to the scratches on her arms and the nasty welt on her thigh.
Wincing every time she touched one of those ugly pink scratches, the Raven looked up from her ministrations the instant she Zahn begin to stir. Another insult welled up in the back of her throat only for Lemarchand to catch it behind clenched teeth. “That’s right troll, shake it off.” she whispered as Lyssa slowly made it to her knees. “Get your ass off that mat.” Zahn couldn’t hear this order over the roar of the crowd but she bade it anyway, the Pintrest Pin-Up bracing her other hand against the canvas so she was relatively steady when she raised her-- Lenore crossed the squared circle in a flat-out sprint and THWHONKED her right knee against Lyssa’s temple.
KNEE TREMBLER IN ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNcIt7B8IwU
Zahn was swiveled around on impact, the other brunette’s arms hanging loose over the middle rope. She’d yet to offer more than a groan when Lenore snuggled in from behind and cinched her arms around the New Yorker’s waist. Knotted hands digging deep, Lemarchand set her feet and sank into a deep squat, the Courtier getting her hips as low as possible to better dead-lift Lyssa up, over and finally DOWN, the Tweeting Tyrant stacked high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders via the German Suplex. Lenore maintained the bridge on impact (how else was she going to show off her abs and Zahn’s upturned glutes at the same time) forcing poor Merle to dive halfway across the ring to count out an emphatic…
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TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa popped loose of the Waistlock with barely a whisper to spare, the Black Hat draping one limp arm over the back of her aching skull. On her knees beside the suffering grappler, Lenore would’ve questioned Merle about the count if she hadn’t caught sight of Zahn trying to work the kinks from her neck. Honing in on the vulnerability at once, Lemarchand swatted Lyssa’s arm away and scrambled to her knees only to drop a knee on the base of her foe’s neck! “Defend yourself, Lyssa.” Lenore murmured when Zahn cried out and rolled away from the attack. “Defend yourself or quit.”
“F*ck on outta here with that.” Lyssa rasped as she fought onto her knees. “You may have made me tap out a couple of times, but I’ll make you break my leg before I’ll quit.”
“You don’t wanna push me, Lyssa.” the Raven replied as she backpedaled into the ropes dead ahead of her penitent rival. “You won’t like what you find.”
Zahn didn’t offer any verbal sass, instead she raised both hands in a bring it on that transformed into a ‘go f*ck yourself’ when she lowered ever finger save the indexes. Lemarchand still elected the former, the brunette once again throwing herself straight at the Snap Chat Siren with one knee aimed flush between the eyeNO! Lyssa didn’t have time to duck so she threw herself backward, the New Yorker bent awkwardly over her own calves to avoid the knock out blow. Lenore cursed but didn’t slow down, instead she continued to the far side, hit the ropes and rushed back for a second pass. As for Zahn, she scrambled onto her stomach and back to verticality right about the time Lenore was bearing down on ‘OOOOOHHHHHH!’ The TweetStormTrooper caught her opponent at the armpits and shot her straight into the sky, Lemarchand’s legs swinging up so high it looked like she might catch a ‘Rana on her resurgent rival. Unfortunately no such save was forthcoming, Zahn simply moved her hands to the Courtier’s chest and fell to her knees to THAWHAM Lenore to the deck via a devastating Spinebuster!
SKY-HIGH SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqHBKihUu60
Lyssa transitioned into a Crossbody without even thinking about it, the black-clad battler nodding along with the ref and the crowd as they tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lenore flopped onto her stomach to beat the count by half a second, but that meager defense wasn’t nearly enough to stop Zahn from hauling her to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “I’m really glad you kicked out.” Lyssa huffed in Lenore’s ear after trading out the hair-hold for a tummy-to-tummy Bear Hug. “Because I know we both hate flash pins. And I sure as f*ck don’t want you getting up while I’m getting you prepped for the Wall of Shame.”
“Duuuhhhh… don’t worry about it, Lys.” Lemarchand pounded weak fists into the other brunette’s broad back, though she didn’t earn much for her efforts save a smirk from Zahn. “We both know you’re never gonna get me anywhaHUUURRRGGNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lyssa spun around in a half circle, went low and popped her hips THAWHAM Lenore into the canvas with a massive Side Belly to Belly Suplex! Zahn landed chest-first atop her gasping prey and neatly shifted into a domineering Crossbody, Lyssa pushing up on tiptoes while she pressed down on Lemarchand’s shoulders with both hands.
SIDE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iM5o9lzV6UI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn hadn’t hooked the legs and it might’ve cost her ‘THREE!’ as Lenore twisted out from under the domineering cover at the last possible instant. Already braced for a verbal lashing from the Black Hat, Merle was noticeably surprised when Lyssa ignored him in favor of CRAAACKING both palms against Lemarchand’s chest in a resounding Overhand Chop!
Lenore shrieked, crossed her arms over her stinging décolletage and pounded her heels against the mat to distract from the worst of her aches and pains. Zahn wasn’t distracted in the slightest however, indeed the multi-platform powerhouse was moving toward one of the far corners with a quick, purposeful stride. Dipping through the ropes without breaking her stride, Lyssa climbed to the very top of the high rent district where she finally paused to ‘frame’ the prone Raven in a phone made of her thumbs and index fingers. Pleased by the result, Zahn leapt into the lights and executed a gorgeous flying toe touch that ensured she was stretched out full length when she THAWHAMMED down on Lenore’s gulping midsection!
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
The gasping Courtier started to roll onto her side, but Zahn tugged her right back to start, hooked both legs and pointed Lemarchand’s rump at the rafters with a Back Press that had the FAWNatics on their feet to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore kicked out, though it looked more like an instinctual full body twitch than a planned escape.
Whatever it was, it finally prized a frustrated, “F*CK.” from Lyssa, the exhausted brunette pounding one fist against the mat with an audible thump. The frustration didn’t seem to distract her though, rather her focus seemed sharper than ever when she buried her hands in Lenore’s hair and scraped her off the canvas with several enthusiastic tugs. Once they were upright she slapped on a Front Facelock, tossed Lemarchand’s left arm across her shoulders and caught a sturdy handful of waistband.
“Time to kneel, ya skinny bytch.” The TikTok Terror muscled her burden directly overhead and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Lenore head-first atop the posted joint! Stretched out flat on her back after she’d been forced to Kneel Before Zahn, Lemarchand offered no resistance when Lyssa planted a heavy knee on her sternum and cradled the far leg for a decisive…
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
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TWO…
THRENOT SO FAST!
Such a pin would’ve made a great Gladiatrix cover if Lenore hadn’t escaped a whisper before ‘THREE!’ As it was Zahn had to settle for a FAWN.com ‘pic of the day’ showing her wide-eyed, hands buried in her own hair as she stared unadulterated incredulity at an equally surprised referee.
“All right.” Lyssa grunted after she’d regained some composure. “All right, birdy, you don’t want to kneel? Then I’ll turn you into a goddamned meme.”
Laying claim to the other brunette’s wrist, Zahn got to her feet and forced Lenore to do the same. What started off as an Irish Whip turned into a real quick return trip for the Fair & Radiant Maiden when Lyssa planted her heels and yanked Lenore in so she could drop a shoulder and scoop her up in an effortless Fireman’s Carry. No theatrics at this late date, the Black Hat merely curled her left arm over the back of Lemarchand’s neck, then dipped her knees and popped up on tiptoe to launch her rival into the swift, brutal descent of the Meme Genera-- Lenore snatched Zahn’s noggin in an impromptu Front Facelock and laid out flat on her back to SPIKE the crown of Lyssa’s skull into the deck with a DDT from deep in left field!
The Raven landed in a flat sprawl and just looked up at the lights whereas Zahn somersaulted through to a seat that she held long enough to cradle her head in both hands. Then she crumpled onto her side and absently smacked one boot against the mat while Merle stood over both wrestlers looking for signs of life in hopes of delaying the standing ten count as long as possible.
Give the ref credit, he waited a full five and then some before calling out, “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Lyssa and Lenore rolled to their stomachs and slowly powered to all fours. This was a good start and it slowed Merle’s count for a moment but it resumed far sooner than either woman would have liked. “SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
The rivals didn’t so much stand as they did hurl themselves at one another, Lemarchand coming up and together in a sloppy clench that found them tugging hair and constantly shoving at the other wrestler’s chin. “Why ya fightin’ so hard, bytch?” Lyssa growled. “Burying your nose in my ass for the Wall of Shame is just another accolade for the Courtier that can’t win a titHURRGHH!”
Lenore wrapped a hand around Lyssa’s throat and squeezed for all she was worth. “Who needs titles when I can humble your punk-ass in public, LysNNNGGGHHH!”
The Insta-gator drilled a Kneelift into Lemarchand’s abs *just* above the line of her briefs, the shot more than enough to break the grip on her throat. Hooking an arm through Lemarchand’s legs before she geek could get away, Lyssa hupped Lenore onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry so she could reboot the Meme-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Lemarchand gouged half a dozen elbow smashes into the side of her attacker’s skull, the bludgeoning barrage granting her enough time to slide free of the precarious-- Lenore planted her right foot behind Lyssa and pulled the woozy Black Hat’s right arm across her own midsection. Then she leaned forward, a shift that bent Zahn back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around Lyssa’s head in a Front FaceNOT TODAY!
The Tweeting Tyrant slipped from Lenore’s clutches into a beautiful go-behind, braced both hands against the small of her back and shoved for all she was worth. Lemarchand stumbled forward several steps, caught her balance and spun around just as Lyssa charged and sprang, her right hand drawn waaaaaay back for a Superman PunTHWHACK! The Fair & Radiant Maiden pivoted on her left heel so she could clap her right foot offa Zahn’s exposed chin with a lightning-fast Super Kick!
Lyssa’s head snapped back but the rest of her continued forward, at least far enough to land on her knees almost directly in front of the wobbling Raven. Grabbing a double handful of hair to steady her own footing, Lemarchand yanked the Black Hat’s head between her thighs, then leaned over her back so she could reach through those parted stems and grab not one, but both wrists. A single strong tug completed the Double Pumphandle and an equally powerful yank spun / flipped Lyssa onto the other brunette’s shoulders for what would’ve been a Powerbomb if Lenore hadn’t taken a single giant step back and pulled hard on Zahn’s crossed hands to stretch her out full length several feet above the canvas. In the same instant she dropped to her butt and Lyssa fell alongside, the TweetStormTrooper THWHAMMED down on her face, chest with every bit of strength the Courtier had left.
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Stretched out facedown in the wake of Nevermore, Zahn offered little more than a soft groan when Lenore rolled her onto her back and crawled atop her chest in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lenore rolled off and flopped to her back, the victorious Raven barely able to lift an arm as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Merle offered to help her stand, but Lemarchand waved him off, for the moment she just wanted to bask in the warmth of the overhead lights.
Beside her, Lyssa Zahn turned onto her stomach, heard the nerd’s theme echoing in the rafters and pounded a furious, disappointed fist against the canvas. “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, F*CK.” Lyssa reared back on her haunches, swiped a hand over her face, then let loose with another string of expletives when she saw Lenore regarding her from a less than three feet away. Pretty features twisting in an ugly scowl, Zahn snapped, “What’re you looking at, nerd?”
“I think it’s a brat trying not to have a tantrum when she realized she doesn’t always get her own--”
Lyssa stormed to boot-leather and Lenore followed suit, the pair of brunettes going nose to nose despite a litany of pleas from Merle. “You think this is over, Lemarchand?” the Black Hat murmured. “That I’m gonna let you win just because you caught me with a lucky finisher?”
“I know it’s not over, Lyssa. You’re too stubborn, proud and most importantly, arrogant, to let this go. So I look forward to the next time we share a ring. In fact I look forward to disappointing you over and over and over again.”
Zahn looked thoughtful for a moment. “Why does that sound familiar?” she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, Allard told me that was name of your college sex ta--”
Lenore sent Lyssa reeling with a hard shove, followed it with a resounding CRAAACK of a Bytch Slap across the mouth.
Zahn staggered, caught her balance and answered back with an equally vicious slap to the Raven’s face. They’d already gone almost twenty minutes but in that instant it looked like they could go twenty more, Zahn and Lemarchand slapping, punching, scraping and gouging before settling into a mutual hair-pull that had them screaming disdainful obscenities until Mere’s black & white back-up arrived to prize them apart.
Separation didn’t bring an end to their struggles, though they did calm somewhat when the hated other was bustled to the opposite side of the squared circle.
“Kneeling’s too good for you, bytch.” Lyssa growled. “Next time we meet, you’re gonna grovel… and beg… and ple--”
“F*ck you, sweetheart.” Lenore interrupted. “You’re not gonna do anything other than come up with a bunch of pathetic excuses to explain why your face was nuzzling my trunks when the bell sounded.”
This assertion brought another round of incensed disgust from Lyssa and redoubled her efforts to escape, but the zebras were wise to her ways and they managed to get her through the ropes with no jailbreaks. Didn’t stop the insults and threats alas, those were still flying both ways when the broadcast cut to a hype video for tonight’s Lightweight Title tilt.