Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 1:02:55 GMT
The Spring Breakers offered up a small unpleasant gasp as the temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees before the end of the Announcer’s latest invocation. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the Icy Manipulator! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
Jeers and boos poured from all corners of the arena as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder brazenly inviting this flock of bleating sheep to do something about the Wolf in their midst. They gave Winterrest what she wanted, the FAWNatics positively showering the Malicious Mainer with their hatred even as the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Oh so eager to resume the long-term plucking of the promotion’s most nauseating avian presence, the callous brunette trained her attention on the squared circle and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely aware of the massed disdain now that she was strolling straight through it, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly obnoxious member of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf he could befoul her with Cheeto dust or Mt. Dew mist, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Senior Official Nick Castle without so much as glancing his way, Elise kept her attention on the hard camera while she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal. The standard chromatic alignment did nothing for the crowd’s mood, they continued to give the brunette what for as she settled into the far corner Castle’s final inspection.
“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 number of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ larger than ever thanks to her consistent winning ways after putting Adelaide Brewster to rest in the Madhouse last summer. The Spring Breakers roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden 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 the fourth battle in her unofficial series with the First Degree Femme Fatale, 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.
More eager to build on what she’d done to Winterrest in the Queen’s Chambers than she’d ever admit publicly, Lenore paid minimal 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, Emily’s Lady in Waiting strolled to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before turning to lock eyes with the Icy Manipulator. Elise didn’t so much as twitch, but her eyes held the promise of inevitable violence, so Lenore lowered her hands and backed all the way across the ring to get through the last of the ceremony.
Wolf and Raven stalked from their corners as soon as the bell sounded, the year and a half cessation of hostilities not nearly enough to overcome the deep, almost atavistic loathing each had for the other. Fingers twitching faster and faster as the distance between them shrank, Winterrest and Lemarchand raised their hands to shoulder-level and lunged in a mutual clenNO! Stereo PWAK’s as the brunettes unleashed the same opening salvo, a lightning-quick straight right hand that struck her adversary flush on the mouth!
They stumbled slightly, each touching the back of one wrist to her lips to check for blood. Finding none, Elise broke the silence. “Straight to business then. Good, I was worried I’d have to waste ten minutes listening to you prattle about RRGGHHH!”
Lenore caught a huge fistful of her opponent’s dark hair, yanked her head back and slapped her face once, twice, three times! It would’ve been a quartet if Winterrest hadn’t swatted the latest effort aside and helped herself to a retaliatory hair-pull. She followed with two quick slaps, then crooked her free hand into a spade and draaaaaaaaaagged it down Lemarchand’s cheek like she meant to split it in three places!
Smart strategy said Lenore should’ve shook clear of Miss Murder’s talons, but she elected offense over defense, the Courtier SLAPPING her unoccupied hand against Winterrest’s right ear! That hand immediately closed into a fist and Elise let out a pained shriek as Lenore tried to twist that ear offa the side of her head! The wet gleam at the corner of Elise’s eyes spoke to the pain inflicted, but like her rival, Winterrest refused anything remotely resembling defense. Instead she dug another vicious furrow in Lemarchand’s cheek before cupping the other brunette’s chin in an effort to jam three hooked fingers into her opponent’s mouth!
Lenore kept her teeth clenched to deny this catty encroachment so Elise caught Lemarchand’s bottom lip in a pincer and treated it to the same callous treatment afforded her ear. Now it was Lenore’s turn to keep in distress, though she made no move to relinquish her grips to counter Winterrest’s. She did however step in close and THUMP a Kneelift into the Icy Manipulator’s washboard midriff.
Elise ‘ooofffhed’ set her feet and promptly answered with a Kneelift that impaled the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s navel. That basic one for one exchange set off a chain reaction, Elise and Lenore just throwing knee after knee into her opponent’s tummy and flanks with neither grappler able to create any separation because they refused to abandon their grips on the other’s hair and face. Aware of a buzzing undercurrent in the crowd that *had* to be wondering about the lack of count thus far, Nick Castle cursed Bethany Christian’s order of ‘Let them fight’, but would’ve done exactly that if he hadn’t noticed Elise’s thumb sliding toward Lenore’s left eye. “Keep away from her eye, Elise!” the ref barked at once. “Both of you, keep offa the dammit!” Castle’s warning had given Lemarchand just enough warning to shut her eyes, unfortunately neither defense was enough to stop Winterrest from pressing her thumb to the other brunette’s eyelid!
“AAAAARRRRHHHHH! GED UHWAAY FRUHM MMMRRRRHHHHH!” Lenore’s angry growl descended into indecipherable gabble when Elise gave up the lip twist to finally stuff those fingers into the Raven’s mouth! Another pair of Kneelifts combined with her head control finally gave Winterrest control of the clinch and she wasted no time backing Emily’s Lady in Waiting into a corner on the far side of the ring.
Tummying in as close as she could once there was nowhere else for Lenore to go, Elise shook free of the ear-twist and nuzzled in to bite down only a couple inches below the Courtier’s right ear! Nick was on them in an instant, the Senior Official tolling off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest raised both hands and straightened her head but didn’t back up by so much as in inch. Dark eyes blazing as she forced stared down the grimacing Raven, she sneered, “Do you feel those teeth, little bird? They aren’t the nibbling needles of some diseased bat, they’re the fangs of the Wolf of WintOOFFH!”
Lemarchand sent her backpedaling with an aggressive two-handed shove punctuated by “Get the Hell offa me, bytchNGHHHRRRRRHHH!”
Elise caught her with a great wind-up Bytch Slap, then stormed in and slotted her right knee between the other brunette’s thighs! Lenore sobbed aloud and turned her back on Miss Murder even as she seemed to draw in on herself. She was still dealing with the worst Low Blow-induced nausea when Winterrest snuggled in, snatched a huge handful of hair and stuffed the Courtier’s patrician features in against the rough canvas of the top turnbuckle.
“Elise, you’re gonna have to get--”
“I heard you the first time, Mister Castle.” Elise trained the glowing coals of her gaze on the Senior Official, stopping him in his tracks. “And I will grant this winged vermin her reprieve just as soon as I’ve had my say, so do be so kind as to shut your F*CKING MOUTH.”
With the zebra properly tended to, Winterrest hunched over her shivering prey and earned a salacious cheer from the reprobates in 1408 when she ground her hips against the other brunette’s slim glutes. “Did you forget what happens when we roughhouse, little bird?” she cooed in Lemarchand’s ear. “You end up bloody and poor Kent has to waste a whole evening engaged in tepid, conciliatory seHHHRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden was vulnerable but far from defenseless, as Elise discovered when she whipped a Mule Kick up between her thighs! Winterrest hissed a vile curse and managed to rake her nails down the other brunette’s back before she pushed off and clambered away, her pigeon-toed shuffle negating any possibility of a dignified retreat.
In truth it wasn’t much of a retreat at all, as Lemarchand caught a double handful of hair and sidled off to the right just far enough to stuff the Icy Manipulator into the buckles she’d so recently occupied. The abrupt reversal took its toll on Lenore’s own weakened stems and she crumpled to one knee despite a near death-grip on the middle strand. This awkward penance raised a smile on Elise’s lips despite her slightly-sickened pallor. “That’s RIGHT, little bird.” she cooed. “Fall to your knees and beg the Wolf to NGHH BYTCH!”
Quick to take liberties with Elise Winterrest that she wouldn’t even consider against anyone else, Emily’s Lady in Waiting pulled back like she was thinking Shoulderblock only to THWHUMP the crown of her skull into Elise’s crotch! Bent double by the hateful shot, Winterrest hunched over the curve of the other brunette’s back and damned if she didn’t manage to rake her nails from the Courtier’s buttocks to the center of her shoulders. This earned a whine from Lemarchand and a grin from Winterrest, though the latter disappeared when Lenore caught hold of the second strand and plowed forward for a three-pack of the Shoulderblocks she’d feigned earlier.
The last of those shots stuffed Miss Murder’s butt up onto the middle buckle and left her arms draped over the top rope, giving the Raven enough time to get to her feet. Sensing Castle’s presence without ever looking in his direction, Lemarchand raised a hand and huffed, “Just a moment, Nick. I’ve got something to say to Elise.” Running her fingers through the Mainer’s hair, Lenore tugged her head back and leaned in to mumur-- she angled her head down and bit the side of Elise’s neck until she shrieked in surprise and pain!
The galvanizing pain jostled Winterrest loose from her perch, however the Courtier-shaped roadblock kept her from getting too far until Lenore stepped aside and simply tossed her halfway across the squared circle with nothing more than a double handful of hair! Elise landed flat on her butt with a cringe-inducing ‘thwhump’, immediately started to rise and dropped back to a seat, the secondary impact doing absolutely nothing for her aching tailbone.
Back in the corner, Lenore was still almost doubled over, the limber brunette’s left hand wedged firmly between her thighs. Nodding slightly when she saw Winterrest’s legs give out, Lemarchand straightened up, flipped the hair off her face and stomped away from the buckles. “Get your ass up, Elise.” The Courtier leaned over, grabbed a rough handful of the other wrestler’s hair and drew back her left leg just to PWAAAK a vicious Soccer Kick between Winterrest’s shoulders.
Elise snarled in pain, twisted around on one knee and stuffed a two-handed shove into Lemarchand’s tummy just to eat a single brisk Bytch Slap across the mouth for her efforts. Jerking the hair-hold like she meant to denude her foe’s scalp, Lenore tagged Winterrest’s cheek with another stinging slap before doubling down on her grip to-- “OOOOFFFHHHH!”
Miss Murder wrapped her arms around Lenore’s legs and yanked them out from under to put Lemarchand flat on her back. The abrupt shift cost Winterrest a few small hanks of hair, not this follicular debt stopped her from scrambling to her feet and-- “NNNNGGGHHH!” Elise went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just driving the bony joint into the Raven’s undercarriage.
“What’s wrong little bird?” Winterrest bellowed down at her prey as a pale-faced Lemarchand sent both hands south to the juncture of her thighs. “Feeling a little weak in the knees?”
Lenore offered nothing more than a croaked rebuttal, so the Malicious Mainer returned to her feet and used one boot to shoo Lemarchand’s hands aside long enough to wedge her heel against that aggrieved expanse of trunks. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWD!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting wailed in abject anguish as the Wolf of Winter waged war on her trunks, Lenore pounding a frustrated fist against the canvas before she set to work scratching and pushing at Elise’s grinding boot.
Positively beaming in the face of her rival’s suffering, Winterrest stretched Lemarchand’s legs a little wider as she glanced to Castle and said, “Ask--”
“F*ck you.” the Raven interrupted. “You’ll never win this RRRRRGGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator shifted from heel to toe to deliver a more pointed attack to the faintly-limned outline of her opponent’s center. “How about this way, bytch?” Elise chided. “Think I can win this--Jesus, Castle, would it kill you to check her shoulders?”
Nick, to his credit, had been keeping careful watch on the Courtier’s shoulders, so he was admittedly surprised when Winterrest lodged her complaint. Glancing in that direction to ensure he hadn’t missed something during his last perusal, the Senior Official took his eyes off Elise meaning there was no one but Lenore to complain when she raised her foot and STAMPED on Lemarchand’s womanhood!
Lenore sat bolt upright, took a snippy little heel to the forehead to go right back to start, then ceded even more ground when Winterrest folded her legs up over her torso in a tight Matchbook. With the Raven’s ankles somewhere north of her ears, Elise sidled forward and took a domineering seat on the squirming brunette’s upturned haunches! Halving the Matchbook to free one hand, Elise reached back and secured a claw on her nemesis’ defenseless briefs!
“Count.” Winterrest demanded of the official without actually taking her eyes off the struggling Raven. Nick swooped in beside the predicament while the FAWNics leapt to their collective feet, the Spring Breakers wondering if they were witnessing one of the most galling dismissals in recent history as the counted out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore uncoiled with half a heartbeat to spare then curled up immediately thereafter, the brunette going fetal to better defend her terrorized togs.
“THIS IS WHAT IMPRESSES YOU?” Elise stood behind the flattened fighter and swept an expansive hand over her shivering frame. “THIS IS WHAT YOU CHEER FOR?”
Lemarchand’s Flock replied with a great many ravens, an ‘unkind’ showing that did nothing for Elise’s foul mood. Upper lip curled in obvious disgust, she leaned down, plunged a hand into the other brunette’s hair and dragged her to a slumped seat. In the next instant she curled her fingers beneath the cups of Lenore’s halter and peeled the garment up over the Courtier’s head in a single sinuous tug!
Credit the wherewithal of the Fair & Radiant Maiden, only one arm flew to her bare chest, the other angled up and back in search of Winterrest’s hair. Elise made no effort to thwart her because Lemarchand’s grip made it that much easier for Miss Murder to haul her vertical after she’d secured her own hair-holds. Careful to thread her left leg over Lenore’s left thigh as soon as the whimpering brat was on her feet, Winterrest abandoned the hair to dip her torso beneath her prey’s right arm, a move that let her pin that limb beneath her left arm at a rather awkward angle.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, little bird.” Elise warmed Lemarchand’s struggling glutes with a brisk, pitiless smack. “You HUMILIATED me inside that tacky little haunted house of yours, but now, now I’ll have my revenge. And in a delightfully…public fashion.” ‘Fashion’ was trailing from her lips when Elise reached up with her free (right) hand and tweaked Lemarchand’s nubs one right after the other. Lenore moaned low and long in the back of her throat, but it was nowhere near the full-bodied shriek Winterrest had wanted, or rather, demanded. “Toughened your tits since our last encounter?” she asked after another mean twist produced identical results. “Good.” Elise leaned down to plant a teasing kiss on the Raven’s cheek without relinquishing her tawdry pincer. “I can’t wait to see how much these can actually taKKEERRRHHH!”
Lenore’s left hand flew up and slashed across Winterrest’s eyes, much to the dismay of her adversary and the delight of those assembled! Elise drew away from the attack without breaking the Abdominal Stretch, so Lemarchand jabbed her elbow into the other brunette’s left thigh and gouged away until THERE! That binding gam gave way, allowing Lenore to sweep around onto the Icy Manipulator’s six with a simple Go-Behind. Given the callously catty nature of the contest thus far, the FAWNatics expected Emily’s Lady in Waiting to respond via her own talented talons, so they were a little caught off guard when she strapped on a Waistlock to bridge up, over and DOWN, Lenore just dropping Elise on the back of her head and shoulders with a ridiculously high-angle German Suplex.
Already close to the action, Nick swooped in to deliver a count that never materialized because Lemarchand rolled onto her knees, albeit without giving up the Waistlock. That changed shortly thereafter when the Fair & Radiant Maiden freed her left arm, looping it around Elise’s throat to wedge her chin beneath Lemarchand’s left armpit in an Inverted Facelock.
No trip to Night’s Plutonian Pits was this, Lenore used that grip (and a handful of black lycra) to force Winterrest to stand when she did the same. Far from satisfied with this new arrangement, Miss Murder sent her claws north in search of the Raven’s hair, alas the journey proved fruitless because Lenore kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to THAWHAM Elise into the deck for the second time in less than a minute. The Flock encouraged their leader to go for a cover, but Lemarchand wouldn’t oblige. Instead she helped herself to a double handful of Winterrest’s tangled locks and hauled them both to boot-leather once more. Shifting her grip to the other brunette’s shoulders, Lenore carefully nudged Winterrest’s feet apart from the inside, then stepped back and snapped a quick kick across the pits of her opponent’s knees to drop Elise flat on her butt!
“Petty bytch.” Elise grumbled as she sent both hands to her aching rump. “What sort of schoolyard bullshyt was HEY OOOOOOWWWW F*CK!”
The tactics in question must’ve been from the School of Hard Knocks, at least that’s how it seemed when Lenore laid claim to Elise’s wrists and yanked her arms behind her back. With the Icy Manipulator’s hands in her control, the Fair & Radiant Maiden braced them flat against the mat (palms down), then carefully placed a foot atop each of the prone extremities. A simple trap to be sure, yet one that earned pained growls from Winterrest and groans of sympathetic anguish from the audience. Lenore showed no such sympathy, she only grrrrrroooound the soles of her boots against those trapped hands while glancing around the squared circle.
“What’d you do with my top, Winterrest?”
“Tossed it to the sloppy neckbeard in the front row.” Elise sounded amused despite the jagged edge of pain in her voice. “Looked like someone who could use a masturbARRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore plunged one hand into Winterrest’s hair, cupped the other over her chin and twisted her head until the Icy Manipulator beat her heels against the canvas. Nick let her work it for a little more than five seconds to see if she’d relinquish on her own. When she didn’t, the official coaxed, “Come on, Lenore. Let go of her hair. You’re better than this.”
The Raven shifted from the huge hank to a much more zebra-friendly palm grip, though she made no effort to ease the torque on Elise’s neck. “You’re right, Castle. I am.” she said after a deep breath. “In fact I can say with no small amount of pride that I’m one of the single best technical wrestlers on the planet today. But that’s not what Elise wanted, is it, Elise?” Winterrest didn’t respond because she was trying to pull her hands from beneath the Courtier’s gnashing boots.
Lenore didn’t care for the silence so she bounced in place and SLAPPED the back of back of her rival’s head. “Answer me or I’ll pop your f*cking knuckles, sweetheart.”
“You want to exchange holds with me, slut?” Elise hissed. “We can do that too. End’s always the same though. You’ll go feral as soon as you realize ropes breaks and a referee aren’t enough to save you fromMMEERRHHH!”
Lemarchand moved her left hand from the top of Elise’s head to the corner of her mouth, the infuriated Raven slipping not one, not two, but three fingers into Miss Murder’s mouth! With her hands neutralized, Winterrest could only move her head back and she couldn’t even do that once Lenore secured an identical fishhook on the other side of her prey’s mouth. “You have the gall to call me out over tactics, bytch? This whole thing started when you laid me out and promised to ruin my life! Didn’t work though, did it?” Fishhooks sank deep, Emily’s Lady in Waiting used them to jostle Elise’s noggin in an unsanctioned ‘no’. To this domineering display she added another slight, a breathy, trembling Damsel in Distress voice that answered for her rival. “Nuuuhhh…no it didn’t, Lenore! I tried my bytchy best, but my panties still ended up on the mantle in the Queen’s ChamBRRRHHH NO YOU DON’T!”
Elise finally wrested her right hand free of Lemarchand’s boot and she immediately wrapped it around her tormentor’s right wrist to yank the hook from her cheek. Didn’t go far though, as darted forward and sank her teeth into the meat of Lemarchand’s thumb! Enduring the malevolent mastication with a bellowed denial, Lenore pulled her other fishhook with an audible ‘pwop’, curled that hand into a fist and gave up her left foot stamp so she could rear back and THWHACK a savage Forearm Smash against the nape of Elise’s neck!
“UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Winterrest’s head whiplashed forward and the hand that had been clamped around Lenore’s wrist swaddled her throbbing skull instead. Lenore allowed her this small comfort for perhaps three seconds, approximately the same amount of time it took to confirm the Malicious Mainer hadn’t broken skin with her chewing. Once that was settled she reclaimed Elise’s escaped wrist, beat that hand against the mat and stamped down harder than before.
“YOU VICIOUS TWAT!” Miss Murder wailed as her hands were subjected to another round of pulverizing pressure. “ENJOY THIS WHILE YOU CAN, BECAUSE I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT TORTURE REALLY AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore ‘smecked’ both hands onto Winterrest’s shoulders and dug deep, the Raven’s claws kneading and gouging at the other brunette’s vulnerable traps. “What’s wrong, honey?” Lenore sneered. “Big Bad Wolf got her paws caught in a trap? You could always tap out if you’re not brave enough to--”
“Kiss my ass.” Elise interrupted. “I’ve got reserves that you’ll never--” Lemarchand abandoned the Nerve Hold to press her palms against Elise’s chest. The more salacious members of the Spring Break FAWNatics cheered for the inevitable Breast Claw only to trail off in disappointed grumbling when the Raven focused on the slick black ‘n red lycra instead. Said grumbling was quickly overwhelmed by a collective roar of surprise and delight the instant Lenore tore a gaping hole in her rival’s one-piece with a low, dry rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiip!
Elise, gone stone still as soon as her togs started to give way, sucked in a ragged breath and whispered, “How fortuitous that I wore black to a funerRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand yanked the tear wide enough to bare her rival’s breasts, then covered them up with a greedy, groping, Hand Bra Claw! “Keep running your mouth, honey.” Lenore chided as her talons continued to leave their mark on Winterrest’s underrated bounty. “And you won’t be wearing much of anything.” Getting no response, she glanced to Nick and said, “Ask her.”
“Ask me yourself, slut.” Elise sneered through gritted teeth.
Nodding assent even as she dug her nails into the underside of Winterrest’s breasts, Lenore chided, “Do you submit, bytNNNGGHHHH!” Understandably focused on digging a surrender from Miss Murder’s top, Lemarchand had failed to notice Elise scooting backward over the last several seconds. She was made aware of her error in the rudest way possible when Winterrest THWHUMPED the back of her skull into the Courtier’s crotch with a nasty sawed-off Headbutt.
Now, Lenore had managed to keep the Icy Manipulator out of her trunks for a good stretch of minutes, but that reprieve hadn’t undone the earlier punishment and it all came back in a single nauseating when the Headbutt landed. Elise practically sobbed with relief when she finally got her hands out from under the other brunette’s boots. Twisting around onto one knee in a single serpentine motion, Miss Murder ignored the anguish in her hands to grab hold of Lenore’s hair while simultaneously pulling Lemarchand’s jaw snug against the top of her head. With the Fair & Radiant Maiden knock-kneed in the wake of the jailbreak, Elise hurried onto tiptoe just to drop to her knees to crush Lenore’s chin in the rudest way possible.
The Jawbreaker set Lemarchand back on her heels, the Courtier’s hands shooting north to her face to-- ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ The crowd squirmed in their seats when Winterrest hauled off and smashed an Uppercut between her opponent’s thighs! Lenore folded over in gut-shot nausea, practically putting her head on a silver platter for Elise, who secured it in a Front Facelock. On her feet a moment later, the Icy Manipulator raised her free hand to flip the fans a bird of her own devising, then she brought it down on Lenore’s butt and laid out on her back to THWHONK the Raven’s forehead into the deck courtesy of a ‘Murderous’ DDT.
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa9ABjpHOVY
Lemarchand went straight up and down for a heartbeat or so before her muscles went slack and sent slopped out on her back. Winterrest was right there for the cover but ignored it entirely to fill her hands with the other brunette’s hair. On her feet after a few seconds passed, Elise forced Lenore up alongside so she didn’t have to reach when she laced her hands around the back of the Courtier’s head and twisted it to one side with a malicious Cravate.
“Wringing your scrawny neck would be far too simple, no, far too merciful for the likes of you.” Elise hissed as she used the simple grip to make her archrival bend over double. “But don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind, little bird. Don’t think that for a secNGH!”
Lenore fetched the Icy Manipulator a single strong punch to the stomach, but she didn’t get to load a second before Winterrest THUNKED the bulk of her right knee into Lemarchand’s exposed cheek. Lenore’s lithesome frame shuddered and she tried to get her hands in place to defend against more shots, a heartfelt but sadly anemic effort that Elise punched straight through en route to delivering half a dozen more brain-rattling shots. Lenore’s legs gave out on the last blow and Miss Murder released with a flourish, raising both hands overhead as she took a step back.
CRAVATE KNEE STRIKES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zom6daU5Amg
Doing so earned appreciative whistles from the crowd that Winterrest returned with eye-rolling disdain and muttered curses. She’d have loved dearly to put each and every one of those gelatinous sad sacks in their place, unfortunately Elise was certain a good many of their number would enjoy the experience far more than she, so she focused her ire on their proxy instead. Palming the crown of Lemarchand’s skull just to drag nails through her hair, Elise drew back and lined up for the biggest Kneelift yet only to swing through for an equally jarring, albeit infinitely more disrespectful Hip Check.
“Did I say ‘kiss my ass’ already, little bird?” she chided. “I believe I did. Feel free to practice puckering up while I’m gone.” Winterrest ‘snapped’ her bottoms tight by way of farewell, then twisted on one heel and hit the ropes directly to Lenore’s right. Wasn’t much as far as round trips were concerned, yet the Malicious Mainer was moving at top speed by the time she came back and THWHUNKED her left knee into the side of Lemarchand’s skull.
The Raven timbered to the deck in a grim-faced heap, a truly vulnerable position she didn’t remember occupying when the match was over, probably because Winterrest hauled her to boot-leather mere moments after she touched down. Mashing Lemarchand’s patrician features in a derisive two-handed grasp, Elise forced Emily’s Lady in Waiting to twist in a circle while she did the same, an arrangement that left them back to back with Lenore’s head bent awkwardly across the point of her right shouldNO!
The First Degree Femme Fatale didn’t actually let it proceed that far before she sprang her trap, the nape of Lemarchand’s neck was effectively snared in the crook of her tormentor’s right bicep when Winterrest laid out on her stomach to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her increasingly sore neck! The Hangman’s Driver left Lemarchand practically Matchbooked, so Elise cradled the right leg tight and leaned down close, the Icy Manipulator filling her right hand with Lenore’s right breast so she could squeeze her claw in time with Castle’s count of…
HANGMAN'S DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG4d1A7tJgg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Fair & Radiant Maiden twisted out with half a second to spare, much to the disgust of one Elise Winterrest. “Remember what happened when you were slow to put this one out of her misery last time, Nicholas?” she said with saccharine sweetness. “She lost months off her career. And almost lost an eye.”
“I’m not about to let that happen, Elise.” Castle replied without hesitation. “And none of your threats are going to turn long two’s into quick threes. So pipe down and get back to work.”
Winterrest regarded the Senior Official with eyes that were simultaneously angry and amused, “Why Mister Castle, I never knew you enjoyed having career ending injuries on your conscience. That explains a great deal.”
Nick didn’t deign to respond, so Elise buried her fingers in Lenore’s hair and hauled their combined bulk to verticality. She halved the hair-hold after ascertaining that the Raven’s spindly little bird legs weren’t going to give out without warning. Not that this was any reprieve for Lemarchand mind you, as Winterrest snaked her free arm through the other brunette’s legs and scooped her up onto one shoulder. Controlling the Courtier like she was nothing more than a sack of laundry, Miss Murder cupped her loose hand across the nape of her opponent’s neck to ensure Lenore couldn’t wriggle loose during the short trip to the nearest corner. Lemarchand grunted when Winterrest stuffed her backside against the middle turnbuckle but she didn’t really struggle until Elise set to work crossing her ankles beneath the short expanse of padded steel that separated the top turnbuckle from the ring-post and of course by then it was far too late.
“Buuuhhh…back the hell off, bytch.” Lenore’s tone was ragged with strain as she crunched upward in search of the top rope. “I’m in the EERRGGGHH!”
Clearly unimpressed by her foe’s demands, Elise caught hold of Lemarchand’s tangled locks and muscled her up so the bendyback’s torso was perpendicular to the middle buckle. “Why yes, yes you are! Are you going to call out to our dear Mister Castle like a lost kitten? Or are you--”
“Would you just shut the f*ck upNNNNGGGHHH!”
Winterrest took a step back and whipped a sharp kick between Lemarchand’s shoulders. “Allow me a counterpoint.” Elise hissed. “Don’t you so much as whimper or I’ll kick the ever loving shyt out of you.”
This appeared to be a lie because Winterrest set about kicking the ever loving shyt out of her nemesis anyway, the Icy Manipulator’s kickin’ leg lashing Lenore’s shoulders almost a dozen times before she redoubled the hair grip and dropped to her knees to BWUNG the base of Lemarchand’s skull against the bottom turnbuckle.
TREE OF WOE KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ8fUDu33eo
Behind them, Castle started in with what would’ve been a warning if Elise hadn’t popped to her feet and stalked to within inches of the startled referee. “You’re either going to disqualify me this very instant or you’re going to keep your bloody mouth shut until I’ve finished my work. Which is it going to be, good sir?”
Nick was silent for a good five seconds. “Watch yourself, Elise.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Dismissing the official with a malevolent smirk, the Icy Manipulator stormed back to the corner, grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and climbed the ropes just to wedge her right foot into the fork of the Raven’s crotch!
“AAAAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Lenore sat up like she’d been electrocuted, the inverted brunette’s hands flying to the heel pistoning against her center.
“BEG!” Winterrest roared down at her squalling prey. “BEG OR I’LL STOMP RIGHT THROUGH YOU!” Lemarchand shook her head frantically ‘no’, but she didn’t look to Castle either, instead she focused on trying to dislodge Elise’s goddamned boot. Disgusted by the little bird’s patent refusal to accept the inevitable, Winterrest turned to the crowd and roared, “SHE’S TOO STUPID TO PLEAD SO YOU IDIOTS WILL HAVE TO DO IT FOR HER! BEG FOR YOUR LITTLE BIRD’S CAREER AND MAYBE I’LL--” the vitriol from the Spring Breakers wasn’t merely loud, it was overwhelming to the point that Elise trailed off into infuriated silence. “Fine.” she hissed. “If you won’t beg to save her, perhaps you’ll beg for some especially prompt EMT’s.”
Quite interested to see how fast they’d make the trip when Castle realized the little bird was well and truly injured, Winterrest hoisted the foot not wedged in the fork of Lenore’s crotch into a careful perch on the top rope. After a few more parting jounces on her opponent’s trunks, Elise lifted her other foot and set it opposite its mate on the top rope. With her hands similarly tethered, the brunette looked far more gargoyle than wolf, a comparison that would prove even more apt when Lemarchand crunched her way into a seat behind her tormentor and got a little white-knuckle vengeance in the form of a claw affixed between the Mainer’s thighs.
“Tenacious twat.” Winterrest rasped through gnashing teeth. “Let. Me. Gooooooohhhhhhhhh!” She couldn’t let go without jeopardizing her balance, a fact Lenore must’ve already realized because she squeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder.
“You want me to let go?” Lemarchand paused to bite down above Elise’s right hip simply because it was there and she was in a miserable mood. “Ask nicely.”
“Why don’t I ask Kent to pack you NNNNGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore sent another pulse through the Crotch Claw, then drove a Headbutt directly into the small of the vulnerable wrestler’s back. Winterrest didn’t release her death-grip on the top rope, but Lenore felt it weaken considerably, so she fired off another Headbutt (this one into Winterrest’s right kidney) then gave up the underhanded grip in favor of a snug Waistlock. “NO!” Miss Murder tightened her hold on the rubber-coated steel and shook her head in furious denial. “LET THE F*CK GO, YOU DISGUSTNOOO--” Winterrest’s final demand trailed off in a wail that ended in a combination of resounding ‘THAWHUMP’ and deafening ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ when Lemarchand bridged backward to dump her archrival on the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-rattling Spider German Suplex!
Right back where she’d started before the Suplex (though her situation was greatly improved by the lack of a boot in her nethers) Lenore closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in a valiant, albeit questionable effort to dull the worst of her aches and pains. Forcing herself to believe she felt a little better after a silent five count, Lemarchand caught the top strand in cramping hands and pulled herself into a slumped seat on the rough canvas of the turnbuckle.
The Fair & Radiant Maiden wanted nothing more than to sit there in blessed silence, but a rumble from the crowd informed her that wasn’t the best idea. A glance over one shoulder confirmed it, Elise had tumbled onto her stomach and was even then struggling to all fours. Unable to suppress a groan as she shifted to more manageable footing, Lemarchand turned to face the squared circle before she rose to her full height.
Winterrest wasn’t quite there yet but Lenore didn’t rush it, rather she took those few extra seconds to steady her breathing and best calculate the distance between Winterrest and-- Elise pushed to vertical and Lenore took to the skies, the Raven divebombing down on her foe with slightly-splayed legs that threaded around her opponent’s head not for a ‘Rana but Diving Seated Senton that THWHAMMED the back of Miss Murder’s head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the force of a Destroyer-class Powerbomb!
DIVING SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dns5mQ8D9fQ
Winterrest’s legs shot straight into the air, though they remained uncollected because Lemarchand rolled through to finish on her knees a few feet away. Gritting her teeth as the pain from her undercarriage tried to take hold again, Emily’s Lady in Waiting flattened her right hand into a smacked it against the canvas until the FAWNatics provided enough extra percussion to get her back on her feet. Elise was doing the same, though at a considerably slower pace because she had one arm cradled tight against the back of her pounding head.
Approaching as cautiously as she dared (read: not at all), Lenore grabbed a double handful of Winterrest’s hair-- Elise shot both hands up, braced ‘em against the Courtier’s hips and pushed out even as she reared back for a battering-ram Headbutt aimed straight at Lemarchand’s tru--THAWHUNK!
Lenore anticipated the Low Blow and greeted it with a Kneelift that struck Elise flush between the eyes! Barely noticing the limp way the other brunette’s arms dropped to her sides, Lenore switched over to a grip on Elise’s ears to get her back to boot-leather. With her next breath the Courtier planted her right foot behind Winterrest and drew the shellshocked battler’s right arm across her own midsection. From there she leaned forward, a shift that bent Elise back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around the Icy Manipulator’s head in a Front Facelock. Already on their feet after that concussive Knee Strike, the Spring Breakers shook the rafters with their roar when Lenore snapped down and back, the exhausted bendyback landing flat whereas Elise was SPIKED on the crown of her skull, the latest recipient of a Nepenthean Dream.
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F790XfU7nQo
The DDT left Winterrest spreadeagled on her back, the only signs of life the steady rise and fall of her chest. Lemarchand should’ve gone for the cover. Instinct urged it. The crowd demanded it. Hell, the look on Castle’s face suggested he wasn’t averse to pleading for it, but the Raven disregarded them all to shovel Elise onto her belly.
Cracking a smile as she felt adrenaline pour through her system, Lenore circled around to the other brunette’s feet, took possession of the left one and lifted the Icy Manipulator’s lower leg off the mat. Just like that she scissored the exposed limb between her calves and shot down and across, Lenore landing on Winterrest’s back at a sharp angle that only exacerbated the already painful angle of her trapped leg. At first the crowd thought she was hunting for an STF because she slipped her right arm across the back of Elise’s neck, but this turned out to be a feint to shove the prone brunette’s right arm out of the way. When time came to set the snare, Lenore’s right arm slipped beneath Winterrest’s right bicep and across her chest and neck to ultimately meet her left hand in an S-clasp against the other side of her opponent’s face.
Analyzed in slow motion later (and it was necessary, the speed at which the Courtier secured this weirdness was astounding) the arrangement looked a bit like an oversized Cravate until Lenore rolled over onto her left side, a bit if nimble knotting that effectively transformed the sort-of STF into an avant garde Bow & Arrow that wrenched Winterrest’s spine across the curves of her attacker’s left flank while also putting immense strain on her neck and pinioned left leg.
THE CHAMBER DOOR
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Whatever the hell it was, Elise barely reacted once Lenore had it cinched in, indeed her only reaction seemed to be the boneless jostling caused by Lemarchand’s yanking and tearing. Honing in on the sprawl of his charge’s arms, Nick Castle sank to one knee and took Elise’s left wrist in a surprisingly delicate grip. He raised her arm once and let it fall to no reaction.
‘ONE!’ the crowd bellowed to the Timekeeper. He nodded to confirm their assessment, then repeated the test. ‘TWO!’ Once for posterity, twice to get it right and three times paid for all, the Spring Breakers shivering their rafters with a ‘THREE!’ that threatened to overwhelm the CLANG of the bell.
Still hooked in tight, Lenore nodded in exhausted satisfaction, however she made no effort to break the hold until the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The victorious Courtier gave the hold a final vindictive squeeze before she unhooked and shoved Elise onto her back. Castle was right there offering her a FAWN t-shirt from the customary supply kept on hand for those talents that found themselves dealing with an unexpected dearth of wardrobe. Lenore took it, but put it on and didn’t rise. Instead she clambered to all fours and leaned down to whisper in Elise’s ear.
“Two-two now, honey. Means I’ve earned the right to enjoy myself a little.” Winterrest didn’t offer so much as a wheeze until the other brunette straightened up and swung a leg across her throat, all the better to settle into a salaciously snug Reverse Face Sit. Even this callipygian engulfing didn’t earn raise than a wheeze from the Icy Manipulator, though the more prurient among those gathered for Spring Break certainly roared their approval when Lenore grabbed hold of the torn black lycra at Elise’s chest and puuuuuuuuuulled until the split extended to just south of Winterrest’s navel.
Nick Castle had no great love for Miss Murder, but he still felt an instinctual obligation to protect his charges, especially when they were at their most vulnerable. “Don’t do this, Lenore.” the ref said softly. “This sort of piling on is beneath you.”
“In every other case I’d agree with you, Nick.” Lenore shifted from left to right and back again so she could properly brace the soles of her boots against each side of her prey’s head. “But not tonight. Not against her. She set the rules of our game before I even knew we were playing. So she’s got no right to complain about anything now that I’ve mastered the nuances. If you’ll excuse me…”
The Raven laid her hands atop Winterrest’s breasts and treated them to a few exploratory squeezes, presumably to determine what she was dealing with. Satisfied by what she gleaned, Lenore clamped down until her fingers showed white while simultaneously bearing down on her foe’s sternum. Now Winterrest sputtered to life, the pinned brunette’s heels scuffling and bicycling against the canvas, her hands rising to push at Lemarchand’s glutes for a few frantic seconds before moving around front to scrabble and claw at her tormentor’s wrists. Lenore barely paid attention to these efforts. She knew Elise’s nose was pinched shut and should could feel the increasingly insistent but shallow pull of her nemesis’ breathing against the underside of her briefs. All in all it would only be a matter of seconds before-- Lemarchand bared her teeth in a low growl, glanced down and cursed when she spied Winterrest’s hands gouging at her own assets.
Any other woman on the FAWN roster (Brewster, Mendoza and Singh included) would’ve been gifted the benefit of a warning, even if it was just a single word. Elise Winterrest was granted no such kindness. Lenore simply narrowed focus from claw to pincer, the Fair & Radiant Maiden subjecting her nemesis’ nipples to an utterly heartless combination of pull, tweak and twist.
Miss Murder offered up her first and only noise, a muffled wail that started high and continued to rise in conjunction with Lemarchand’s efforts. The hapless battler’s counter claw fell away within seconds and Lenore was only too happy to enjoy that feeble swat against her left thigh that may or may not have construed a submission. She didn’t acknowledge it as such, but Castle must have because he cleared his throat and said, “ Enough, Lenore. You’ve made your point.”
The cool gleam in Lemarchand’s dark eyes suggested she took issue with that assessment, yet she released the grip without ceremony and finally slipped the t-shirt on to only a smattering of boos from those assembled. Taking a moment to smooth her hair down, Emily’s Lady in Waiting hooked her thumbs together at chest-level and started to raise the Raven only to place them behind her head instead, Lenore showing off that iconic ‘I own you’ victory pose made iconic by the catfighters and wrestlers of days gone by. Finally rising to verticality on a wave of sustained applause, Lemarchand placed a boot on Elise’s chest in case Gladiatrix needed anything else, then slipped through the ropes and strode up the aisle without so much as a word.
The scoreboard said they weren’t done, just knotted up and the Raven knew that neither of them would settle for a tie. That would have to wait for some other card, however. For tonight she was content to leave Elise unconscious in the center of the squared circle with nothing but Nick and the roar of the crowd to eventually bring her back to the cold reality of dropping two in a row to a woman she utterly despised.
Jeers and boos poured from all corners of the arena as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder brazenly inviting this flock of bleating sheep to do something about the Wolf in their midst. They gave Winterrest what she wanted, the FAWNatics positively showering the Malicious Mainer with their hatred even as the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Oh so eager to resume the long-term plucking of the promotion’s most nauseating avian presence, the callous brunette trained her attention on the squared circle and started down the aisle.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely aware of the massed disdain now that she was strolling straight through it, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly obnoxious member of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf he could befoul her with Cheeto dust or Mt. Dew mist, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked on the hard camera, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Senior Official Nick Castle without so much as glancing his way, Elise kept her attention on the hard camera while she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom, figuratively ‘spilling her guts’ even as the lights returned to normal. The standard chromatic alignment did nothing for the crowd’s mood, they continued to give the brunette what for as she settled into the far corner Castle’s final inspection.
“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 number of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ larger than ever thanks to her consistent winning ways after putting Adelaide Brewster to rest in the Madhouse last summer. The Spring Breakers roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden 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 the fourth battle in her unofficial series with the First Degree Femme Fatale, 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.
More eager to build on what she’d done to Winterrest in the Queen’s Chambers than she’d ever admit publicly, Lenore paid minimal 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, Emily’s Lady in Waiting strolled to the center of the ring and raised the Raven sigil one more time before turning to lock eyes with the Icy Manipulator. Elise didn’t so much as twitch, but her eyes held the promise of inevitable violence, so Lenore lowered her hands and backed all the way across the ring to get through the last of the ceremony.
Wolf and Raven stalked from their corners as soon as the bell sounded, the year and a half cessation of hostilities not nearly enough to overcome the deep, almost atavistic loathing each had for the other. Fingers twitching faster and faster as the distance between them shrank, Winterrest and Lemarchand raised their hands to shoulder-level and lunged in a mutual clenNO! Stereo PWAK’s as the brunettes unleashed the same opening salvo, a lightning-quick straight right hand that struck her adversary flush on the mouth!
They stumbled slightly, each touching the back of one wrist to her lips to check for blood. Finding none, Elise broke the silence. “Straight to business then. Good, I was worried I’d have to waste ten minutes listening to you prattle about RRGGHHH!”
Lenore caught a huge fistful of her opponent’s dark hair, yanked her head back and slapped her face once, twice, three times! It would’ve been a quartet if Winterrest hadn’t swatted the latest effort aside and helped herself to a retaliatory hair-pull. She followed with two quick slaps, then crooked her free hand into a spade and draaaaaaaaaagged it down Lemarchand’s cheek like she meant to split it in three places!
Smart strategy said Lenore should’ve shook clear of Miss Murder’s talons, but she elected offense over defense, the Courtier SLAPPING her unoccupied hand against Winterrest’s right ear! That hand immediately closed into a fist and Elise let out a pained shriek as Lenore tried to twist that ear offa the side of her head! The wet gleam at the corner of Elise’s eyes spoke to the pain inflicted, but like her rival, Winterrest refused anything remotely resembling defense. Instead she dug another vicious furrow in Lemarchand’s cheek before cupping the other brunette’s chin in an effort to jam three hooked fingers into her opponent’s mouth!
Lenore kept her teeth clenched to deny this catty encroachment so Elise caught Lemarchand’s bottom lip in a pincer and treated it to the same callous treatment afforded her ear. Now it was Lenore’s turn to keep in distress, though she made no move to relinquish her grips to counter Winterrest’s. She did however step in close and THUMP a Kneelift into the Icy Manipulator’s washboard midriff.
Elise ‘ooofffhed’ set her feet and promptly answered with a Kneelift that impaled the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s navel. That basic one for one exchange set off a chain reaction, Elise and Lenore just throwing knee after knee into her opponent’s tummy and flanks with neither grappler able to create any separation because they refused to abandon their grips on the other’s hair and face. Aware of a buzzing undercurrent in the crowd that *had* to be wondering about the lack of count thus far, Nick Castle cursed Bethany Christian’s order of ‘Let them fight’, but would’ve done exactly that if he hadn’t noticed Elise’s thumb sliding toward Lenore’s left eye. “Keep away from her eye, Elise!” the ref barked at once. “Both of you, keep offa the dammit!” Castle’s warning had given Lemarchand just enough warning to shut her eyes, unfortunately neither defense was enough to stop Winterrest from pressing her thumb to the other brunette’s eyelid!
“AAAAARRRRHHHHH! GED UHWAAY FRUHM MMMRRRRHHHHH!” Lenore’s angry growl descended into indecipherable gabble when Elise gave up the lip twist to finally stuff those fingers into the Raven’s mouth! Another pair of Kneelifts combined with her head control finally gave Winterrest control of the clinch and she wasted no time backing Emily’s Lady in Waiting into a corner on the far side of the ring.
Tummying in as close as she could once there was nowhere else for Lenore to go, Elise shook free of the ear-twist and nuzzled in to bite down only a couple inches below the Courtier’s right ear! Nick was on them in an instant, the Senior Official tolling off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Winterrest raised both hands and straightened her head but didn’t back up by so much as in inch. Dark eyes blazing as she forced stared down the grimacing Raven, she sneered, “Do you feel those teeth, little bird? They aren’t the nibbling needles of some diseased bat, they’re the fangs of the Wolf of WintOOFFH!”
Lemarchand sent her backpedaling with an aggressive two-handed shove punctuated by “Get the Hell offa me, bytchNGHHHRRRRRHHH!”
Elise caught her with a great wind-up Bytch Slap, then stormed in and slotted her right knee between the other brunette’s thighs! Lenore sobbed aloud and turned her back on Miss Murder even as she seemed to draw in on herself. She was still dealing with the worst Low Blow-induced nausea when Winterrest snuggled in, snatched a huge handful of hair and stuffed the Courtier’s patrician features in against the rough canvas of the top turnbuckle.
“Elise, you’re gonna have to get--”
“I heard you the first time, Mister Castle.” Elise trained the glowing coals of her gaze on the Senior Official, stopping him in his tracks. “And I will grant this winged vermin her reprieve just as soon as I’ve had my say, so do be so kind as to shut your F*CKING MOUTH.”
With the zebra properly tended to, Winterrest hunched over her shivering prey and earned a salacious cheer from the reprobates in 1408 when she ground her hips against the other brunette’s slim glutes. “Did you forget what happens when we roughhouse, little bird?” she cooed in Lemarchand’s ear. “You end up bloody and poor Kent has to waste a whole evening engaged in tepid, conciliatory seHHHRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden was vulnerable but far from defenseless, as Elise discovered when she whipped a Mule Kick up between her thighs! Winterrest hissed a vile curse and managed to rake her nails down the other brunette’s back before she pushed off and clambered away, her pigeon-toed shuffle negating any possibility of a dignified retreat.
In truth it wasn’t much of a retreat at all, as Lemarchand caught a double handful of hair and sidled off to the right just far enough to stuff the Icy Manipulator into the buckles she’d so recently occupied. The abrupt reversal took its toll on Lenore’s own weakened stems and she crumpled to one knee despite a near death-grip on the middle strand. This awkward penance raised a smile on Elise’s lips despite her slightly-sickened pallor. “That’s RIGHT, little bird.” she cooed. “Fall to your knees and beg the Wolf to NGHH BYTCH!”
Quick to take liberties with Elise Winterrest that she wouldn’t even consider against anyone else, Emily’s Lady in Waiting pulled back like she was thinking Shoulderblock only to THWHUMP the crown of her skull into Elise’s crotch! Bent double by the hateful shot, Winterrest hunched over the curve of the other brunette’s back and damned if she didn’t manage to rake her nails from the Courtier’s buttocks to the center of her shoulders. This earned a whine from Lemarchand and a grin from Winterrest, though the latter disappeared when Lenore caught hold of the second strand and plowed forward for a three-pack of the Shoulderblocks she’d feigned earlier.
The last of those shots stuffed Miss Murder’s butt up onto the middle buckle and left her arms draped over the top rope, giving the Raven enough time to get to her feet. Sensing Castle’s presence without ever looking in his direction, Lemarchand raised a hand and huffed, “Just a moment, Nick. I’ve got something to say to Elise.” Running her fingers through the Mainer’s hair, Lenore tugged her head back and leaned in to mumur-- she angled her head down and bit the side of Elise’s neck until she shrieked in surprise and pain!
The galvanizing pain jostled Winterrest loose from her perch, however the Courtier-shaped roadblock kept her from getting too far until Lenore stepped aside and simply tossed her halfway across the squared circle with nothing more than a double handful of hair! Elise landed flat on her butt with a cringe-inducing ‘thwhump’, immediately started to rise and dropped back to a seat, the secondary impact doing absolutely nothing for her aching tailbone.
Back in the corner, Lenore was still almost doubled over, the limber brunette’s left hand wedged firmly between her thighs. Nodding slightly when she saw Winterrest’s legs give out, Lemarchand straightened up, flipped the hair off her face and stomped away from the buckles. “Get your ass up, Elise.” The Courtier leaned over, grabbed a rough handful of the other wrestler’s hair and drew back her left leg just to PWAAAK a vicious Soccer Kick between Winterrest’s shoulders.
Elise snarled in pain, twisted around on one knee and stuffed a two-handed shove into Lemarchand’s tummy just to eat a single brisk Bytch Slap across the mouth for her efforts. Jerking the hair-hold like she meant to denude her foe’s scalp, Lenore tagged Winterrest’s cheek with another stinging slap before doubling down on her grip to-- “OOOOFFFHHHH!”
Miss Murder wrapped her arms around Lenore’s legs and yanked them out from under to put Lemarchand flat on her back. The abrupt shift cost Winterrest a few small hanks of hair, not this follicular debt stopped her from scrambling to her feet and-- “NNNNGGGHHH!” Elise went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just driving the bony joint into the Raven’s undercarriage.
“What’s wrong little bird?” Winterrest bellowed down at her prey as a pale-faced Lemarchand sent both hands south to the juncture of her thighs. “Feeling a little weak in the knees?”
Lenore offered nothing more than a croaked rebuttal, so the Malicious Mainer returned to her feet and used one boot to shoo Lemarchand’s hands aside long enough to wedge her heel against that aggrieved expanse of trunks. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWD!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting wailed in abject anguish as the Wolf of Winter waged war on her trunks, Lenore pounding a frustrated fist against the canvas before she set to work scratching and pushing at Elise’s grinding boot.
Positively beaming in the face of her rival’s suffering, Winterrest stretched Lemarchand’s legs a little wider as she glanced to Castle and said, “Ask--”
“F*ck you.” the Raven interrupted. “You’ll never win this RRRRRGGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator shifted from heel to toe to deliver a more pointed attack to the faintly-limned outline of her opponent’s center. “How about this way, bytch?” Elise chided. “Think I can win this--Jesus, Castle, would it kill you to check her shoulders?”
Nick, to his credit, had been keeping careful watch on the Courtier’s shoulders, so he was admittedly surprised when Winterrest lodged her complaint. Glancing in that direction to ensure he hadn’t missed something during his last perusal, the Senior Official took his eyes off Elise meaning there was no one but Lenore to complain when she raised her foot and STAMPED on Lemarchand’s womanhood!
Lenore sat bolt upright, took a snippy little heel to the forehead to go right back to start, then ceded even more ground when Winterrest folded her legs up over her torso in a tight Matchbook. With the Raven’s ankles somewhere north of her ears, Elise sidled forward and took a domineering seat on the squirming brunette’s upturned haunches! Halving the Matchbook to free one hand, Elise reached back and secured a claw on her nemesis’ defenseless briefs!
“Count.” Winterrest demanded of the official without actually taking her eyes off the struggling Raven. Nick swooped in beside the predicament while the FAWNics leapt to their collective feet, the Spring Breakers wondering if they were witnessing one of the most galling dismissals in recent history as the counted out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore uncoiled with half a heartbeat to spare then curled up immediately thereafter, the brunette going fetal to better defend her terrorized togs.
“THIS IS WHAT IMPRESSES YOU?” Elise stood behind the flattened fighter and swept an expansive hand over her shivering frame. “THIS IS WHAT YOU CHEER FOR?”
Lemarchand’s Flock replied with a great many ravens, an ‘unkind’ showing that did nothing for Elise’s foul mood. Upper lip curled in obvious disgust, she leaned down, plunged a hand into the other brunette’s hair and dragged her to a slumped seat. In the next instant she curled her fingers beneath the cups of Lenore’s halter and peeled the garment up over the Courtier’s head in a single sinuous tug!
Credit the wherewithal of the Fair & Radiant Maiden, only one arm flew to her bare chest, the other angled up and back in search of Winterrest’s hair. Elise made no effort to thwart her because Lemarchand’s grip made it that much easier for Miss Murder to haul her vertical after she’d secured her own hair-holds. Careful to thread her left leg over Lenore’s left thigh as soon as the whimpering brat was on her feet, Winterrest abandoned the hair to dip her torso beneath her prey’s right arm, a move that let her pin that limb beneath her left arm at a rather awkward angle.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, little bird.” Elise warmed Lemarchand’s struggling glutes with a brisk, pitiless smack. “You HUMILIATED me inside that tacky little haunted house of yours, but now, now I’ll have my revenge. And in a delightfully…public fashion.” ‘Fashion’ was trailing from her lips when Elise reached up with her free (right) hand and tweaked Lemarchand’s nubs one right after the other. Lenore moaned low and long in the back of her throat, but it was nowhere near the full-bodied shriek Winterrest had wanted, or rather, demanded. “Toughened your tits since our last encounter?” she asked after another mean twist produced identical results. “Good.” Elise leaned down to plant a teasing kiss on the Raven’s cheek without relinquishing her tawdry pincer. “I can’t wait to see how much these can actually taKKEERRRHHH!”
Lenore’s left hand flew up and slashed across Winterrest’s eyes, much to the dismay of her adversary and the delight of those assembled! Elise drew away from the attack without breaking the Abdominal Stretch, so Lemarchand jabbed her elbow into the other brunette’s left thigh and gouged away until THERE! That binding gam gave way, allowing Lenore to sweep around onto the Icy Manipulator’s six with a simple Go-Behind. Given the callously catty nature of the contest thus far, the FAWNatics expected Emily’s Lady in Waiting to respond via her own talented talons, so they were a little caught off guard when she strapped on a Waistlock to bridge up, over and DOWN, Lenore just dropping Elise on the back of her head and shoulders with a ridiculously high-angle German Suplex.
Already close to the action, Nick swooped in to deliver a count that never materialized because Lemarchand rolled onto her knees, albeit without giving up the Waistlock. That changed shortly thereafter when the Fair & Radiant Maiden freed her left arm, looping it around Elise’s throat to wedge her chin beneath Lemarchand’s left armpit in an Inverted Facelock.
No trip to Night’s Plutonian Pits was this, Lenore used that grip (and a handful of black lycra) to force Winterrest to stand when she did the same. Far from satisfied with this new arrangement, Miss Murder sent her claws north in search of the Raven’s hair, alas the journey proved fruitless because Lenore kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to THAWHAM Elise into the deck for the second time in less than a minute. The Flock encouraged their leader to go for a cover, but Lemarchand wouldn’t oblige. Instead she helped herself to a double handful of Winterrest’s tangled locks and hauled them both to boot-leather once more. Shifting her grip to the other brunette’s shoulders, Lenore carefully nudged Winterrest’s feet apart from the inside, then stepped back and snapped a quick kick across the pits of her opponent’s knees to drop Elise flat on her butt!
“Petty bytch.” Elise grumbled as she sent both hands to her aching rump. “What sort of schoolyard bullshyt was HEY OOOOOOWWWW F*CK!”
The tactics in question must’ve been from the School of Hard Knocks, at least that’s how it seemed when Lenore laid claim to Elise’s wrists and yanked her arms behind her back. With the Icy Manipulator’s hands in her control, the Fair & Radiant Maiden braced them flat against the mat (palms down), then carefully placed a foot atop each of the prone extremities. A simple trap to be sure, yet one that earned pained growls from Winterrest and groans of sympathetic anguish from the audience. Lenore showed no such sympathy, she only grrrrrroooound the soles of her boots against those trapped hands while glancing around the squared circle.
“What’d you do with my top, Winterrest?”
“Tossed it to the sloppy neckbeard in the front row.” Elise sounded amused despite the jagged edge of pain in her voice. “Looked like someone who could use a masturbARRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore plunged one hand into Winterrest’s hair, cupped the other over her chin and twisted her head until the Icy Manipulator beat her heels against the canvas. Nick let her work it for a little more than five seconds to see if she’d relinquish on her own. When she didn’t, the official coaxed, “Come on, Lenore. Let go of her hair. You’re better than this.”
The Raven shifted from the huge hank to a much more zebra-friendly palm grip, though she made no effort to ease the torque on Elise’s neck. “You’re right, Castle. I am.” she said after a deep breath. “In fact I can say with no small amount of pride that I’m one of the single best technical wrestlers on the planet today. But that’s not what Elise wanted, is it, Elise?” Winterrest didn’t respond because she was trying to pull her hands from beneath the Courtier’s gnashing boots.
Lenore didn’t care for the silence so she bounced in place and SLAPPED the back of back of her rival’s head. “Answer me or I’ll pop your f*cking knuckles, sweetheart.”
“You want to exchange holds with me, slut?” Elise hissed. “We can do that too. End’s always the same though. You’ll go feral as soon as you realize ropes breaks and a referee aren’t enough to save you fromMMEERRHHH!”
Lemarchand moved her left hand from the top of Elise’s head to the corner of her mouth, the infuriated Raven slipping not one, not two, but three fingers into Miss Murder’s mouth! With her hands neutralized, Winterrest could only move her head back and she couldn’t even do that once Lenore secured an identical fishhook on the other side of her prey’s mouth. “You have the gall to call me out over tactics, bytch? This whole thing started when you laid me out and promised to ruin my life! Didn’t work though, did it?” Fishhooks sank deep, Emily’s Lady in Waiting used them to jostle Elise’s noggin in an unsanctioned ‘no’. To this domineering display she added another slight, a breathy, trembling Damsel in Distress voice that answered for her rival. “Nuuuhhh…no it didn’t, Lenore! I tried my bytchy best, but my panties still ended up on the mantle in the Queen’s ChamBRRRHHH NO YOU DON’T!”
Elise finally wrested her right hand free of Lemarchand’s boot and she immediately wrapped it around her tormentor’s right wrist to yank the hook from her cheek. Didn’t go far though, as darted forward and sank her teeth into the meat of Lemarchand’s thumb! Enduring the malevolent mastication with a bellowed denial, Lenore pulled her other fishhook with an audible ‘pwop’, curled that hand into a fist and gave up her left foot stamp so she could rear back and THWHACK a savage Forearm Smash against the nape of Elise’s neck!
“UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Winterrest’s head whiplashed forward and the hand that had been clamped around Lenore’s wrist swaddled her throbbing skull instead. Lenore allowed her this small comfort for perhaps three seconds, approximately the same amount of time it took to confirm the Malicious Mainer hadn’t broken skin with her chewing. Once that was settled she reclaimed Elise’s escaped wrist, beat that hand against the mat and stamped down harder than before.
“YOU VICIOUS TWAT!” Miss Murder wailed as her hands were subjected to another round of pulverizing pressure. “ENJOY THIS WHILE YOU CAN, BECAUSE I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT TORTURE REALLY AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore ‘smecked’ both hands onto Winterrest’s shoulders and dug deep, the Raven’s claws kneading and gouging at the other brunette’s vulnerable traps. “What’s wrong, honey?” Lenore sneered. “Big Bad Wolf got her paws caught in a trap? You could always tap out if you’re not brave enough to--”
“Kiss my ass.” Elise interrupted. “I’ve got reserves that you’ll never--” Lemarchand abandoned the Nerve Hold to press her palms against Elise’s chest. The more salacious members of the Spring Break FAWNatics cheered for the inevitable Breast Claw only to trail off in disappointed grumbling when the Raven focused on the slick black ‘n red lycra instead. Said grumbling was quickly overwhelmed by a collective roar of surprise and delight the instant Lenore tore a gaping hole in her rival’s one-piece with a low, dry rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiip!
Elise, gone stone still as soon as her togs started to give way, sucked in a ragged breath and whispered, “How fortuitous that I wore black to a funerRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand yanked the tear wide enough to bare her rival’s breasts, then covered them up with a greedy, groping, Hand Bra Claw! “Keep running your mouth, honey.” Lenore chided as her talons continued to leave their mark on Winterrest’s underrated bounty. “And you won’t be wearing much of anything.” Getting no response, she glanced to Nick and said, “Ask her.”
“Ask me yourself, slut.” Elise sneered through gritted teeth.
Nodding assent even as she dug her nails into the underside of Winterrest’s breasts, Lenore chided, “Do you submit, bytNNNGGHHHH!” Understandably focused on digging a surrender from Miss Murder’s top, Lemarchand had failed to notice Elise scooting backward over the last several seconds. She was made aware of her error in the rudest way possible when Winterrest THWHUMPED the back of her skull into the Courtier’s crotch with a nasty sawed-off Headbutt.
Now, Lenore had managed to keep the Icy Manipulator out of her trunks for a good stretch of minutes, but that reprieve hadn’t undone the earlier punishment and it all came back in a single nauseating when the Headbutt landed. Elise practically sobbed with relief when she finally got her hands out from under the other brunette’s boots. Twisting around onto one knee in a single serpentine motion, Miss Murder ignored the anguish in her hands to grab hold of Lenore’s hair while simultaneously pulling Lemarchand’s jaw snug against the top of her head. With the Fair & Radiant Maiden knock-kneed in the wake of the jailbreak, Elise hurried onto tiptoe just to drop to her knees to crush Lenore’s chin in the rudest way possible.
The Jawbreaker set Lemarchand back on her heels, the Courtier’s hands shooting north to her face to-- ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ The crowd squirmed in their seats when Winterrest hauled off and smashed an Uppercut between her opponent’s thighs! Lenore folded over in gut-shot nausea, practically putting her head on a silver platter for Elise, who secured it in a Front Facelock. On her feet a moment later, the Icy Manipulator raised her free hand to flip the fans a bird of her own devising, then she brought it down on Lenore’s butt and laid out on her back to THWHONK the Raven’s forehead into the deck courtesy of a ‘Murderous’ DDT.
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa9ABjpHOVY
Lemarchand went straight up and down for a heartbeat or so before her muscles went slack and sent slopped out on her back. Winterrest was right there for the cover but ignored it entirely to fill her hands with the other brunette’s hair. On her feet after a few seconds passed, Elise forced Lenore up alongside so she didn’t have to reach when she laced her hands around the back of the Courtier’s head and twisted it to one side with a malicious Cravate.
“Wringing your scrawny neck would be far too simple, no, far too merciful for the likes of you.” Elise hissed as she used the simple grip to make her archrival bend over double. “But don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind, little bird. Don’t think that for a secNGH!”
Lenore fetched the Icy Manipulator a single strong punch to the stomach, but she didn’t get to load a second before Winterrest THUNKED the bulk of her right knee into Lemarchand’s exposed cheek. Lenore’s lithesome frame shuddered and she tried to get her hands in place to defend against more shots, a heartfelt but sadly anemic effort that Elise punched straight through en route to delivering half a dozen more brain-rattling shots. Lenore’s legs gave out on the last blow and Miss Murder released with a flourish, raising both hands overhead as she took a step back.
CRAVATE KNEE STRIKES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zom6daU5Amg
Doing so earned appreciative whistles from the crowd that Winterrest returned with eye-rolling disdain and muttered curses. She’d have loved dearly to put each and every one of those gelatinous sad sacks in their place, unfortunately Elise was certain a good many of their number would enjoy the experience far more than she, so she focused her ire on their proxy instead. Palming the crown of Lemarchand’s skull just to drag nails through her hair, Elise drew back and lined up for the biggest Kneelift yet only to swing through for an equally jarring, albeit infinitely more disrespectful Hip Check.
“Did I say ‘kiss my ass’ already, little bird?” she chided. “I believe I did. Feel free to practice puckering up while I’m gone.” Winterrest ‘snapped’ her bottoms tight by way of farewell, then twisted on one heel and hit the ropes directly to Lenore’s right. Wasn’t much as far as round trips were concerned, yet the Malicious Mainer was moving at top speed by the time she came back and THWHUNKED her left knee into the side of Lemarchand’s skull.
The Raven timbered to the deck in a grim-faced heap, a truly vulnerable position she didn’t remember occupying when the match was over, probably because Winterrest hauled her to boot-leather mere moments after she touched down. Mashing Lemarchand’s patrician features in a derisive two-handed grasp, Elise forced Emily’s Lady in Waiting to twist in a circle while she did the same, an arrangement that left them back to back with Lenore’s head bent awkwardly across the point of her right shouldNO!
The First Degree Femme Fatale didn’t actually let it proceed that far before she sprang her trap, the nape of Lemarchand’s neck was effectively snared in the crook of her tormentor’s right bicep when Winterrest laid out on her stomach to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her increasingly sore neck! The Hangman’s Driver left Lemarchand practically Matchbooked, so Elise cradled the right leg tight and leaned down close, the Icy Manipulator filling her right hand with Lenore’s right breast so she could squeeze her claw in time with Castle’s count of…
HANGMAN'S DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG4d1A7tJgg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Fair & Radiant Maiden twisted out with half a second to spare, much to the disgust of one Elise Winterrest. “Remember what happened when you were slow to put this one out of her misery last time, Nicholas?” she said with saccharine sweetness. “She lost months off her career. And almost lost an eye.”
“I’m not about to let that happen, Elise.” Castle replied without hesitation. “And none of your threats are going to turn long two’s into quick threes. So pipe down and get back to work.”
Winterrest regarded the Senior Official with eyes that were simultaneously angry and amused, “Why Mister Castle, I never knew you enjoyed having career ending injuries on your conscience. That explains a great deal.”
Nick didn’t deign to respond, so Elise buried her fingers in Lenore’s hair and hauled their combined bulk to verticality. She halved the hair-hold after ascertaining that the Raven’s spindly little bird legs weren’t going to give out without warning. Not that this was any reprieve for Lemarchand mind you, as Winterrest snaked her free arm through the other brunette’s legs and scooped her up onto one shoulder. Controlling the Courtier like she was nothing more than a sack of laundry, Miss Murder cupped her loose hand across the nape of her opponent’s neck to ensure Lenore couldn’t wriggle loose during the short trip to the nearest corner. Lemarchand grunted when Winterrest stuffed her backside against the middle turnbuckle but she didn’t really struggle until Elise set to work crossing her ankles beneath the short expanse of padded steel that separated the top turnbuckle from the ring-post and of course by then it was far too late.
“Buuuhhh…back the hell off, bytch.” Lenore’s tone was ragged with strain as she crunched upward in search of the top rope. “I’m in the EERRGGGHH!”
Clearly unimpressed by her foe’s demands, Elise caught hold of Lemarchand’s tangled locks and muscled her up so the bendyback’s torso was perpendicular to the middle buckle. “Why yes, yes you are! Are you going to call out to our dear Mister Castle like a lost kitten? Or are you--”
“Would you just shut the f*ck upNNNNGGGHHH!”
Winterrest took a step back and whipped a sharp kick between Lemarchand’s shoulders. “Allow me a counterpoint.” Elise hissed. “Don’t you so much as whimper or I’ll kick the ever loving shyt out of you.”
This appeared to be a lie because Winterrest set about kicking the ever loving shyt out of her nemesis anyway, the Icy Manipulator’s kickin’ leg lashing Lenore’s shoulders almost a dozen times before she redoubled the hair grip and dropped to her knees to BWUNG the base of Lemarchand’s skull against the bottom turnbuckle.
TREE OF WOE KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ8fUDu33eo
Behind them, Castle started in with what would’ve been a warning if Elise hadn’t popped to her feet and stalked to within inches of the startled referee. “You’re either going to disqualify me this very instant or you’re going to keep your bloody mouth shut until I’ve finished my work. Which is it going to be, good sir?”
Nick was silent for a good five seconds. “Watch yourself, Elise.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Dismissing the official with a malevolent smirk, the Icy Manipulator stormed back to the corner, grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and climbed the ropes just to wedge her right foot into the fork of the Raven’s crotch!
“AAAAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Lenore sat up like she’d been electrocuted, the inverted brunette’s hands flying to the heel pistoning against her center.
“BEG!” Winterrest roared down at her squalling prey. “BEG OR I’LL STOMP RIGHT THROUGH YOU!” Lemarchand shook her head frantically ‘no’, but she didn’t look to Castle either, instead she focused on trying to dislodge Elise’s goddamned boot. Disgusted by the little bird’s patent refusal to accept the inevitable, Winterrest turned to the crowd and roared, “SHE’S TOO STUPID TO PLEAD SO YOU IDIOTS WILL HAVE TO DO IT FOR HER! BEG FOR YOUR LITTLE BIRD’S CAREER AND MAYBE I’LL--” the vitriol from the Spring Breakers wasn’t merely loud, it was overwhelming to the point that Elise trailed off into infuriated silence. “Fine.” she hissed. “If you won’t beg to save her, perhaps you’ll beg for some especially prompt EMT’s.”
Quite interested to see how fast they’d make the trip when Castle realized the little bird was well and truly injured, Winterrest hoisted the foot not wedged in the fork of Lenore’s crotch into a careful perch on the top rope. After a few more parting jounces on her opponent’s trunks, Elise lifted her other foot and set it opposite its mate on the top rope. With her hands similarly tethered, the brunette looked far more gargoyle than wolf, a comparison that would prove even more apt when Lemarchand crunched her way into a seat behind her tormentor and got a little white-knuckle vengeance in the form of a claw affixed between the Mainer’s thighs.
“Tenacious twat.” Winterrest rasped through gnashing teeth. “Let. Me. Gooooooohhhhhhhhh!” She couldn’t let go without jeopardizing her balance, a fact Lenore must’ve already realized because she squeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder.
“You want me to let go?” Lemarchand paused to bite down above Elise’s right hip simply because it was there and she was in a miserable mood. “Ask nicely.”
“Why don’t I ask Kent to pack you NNNNGGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore sent another pulse through the Crotch Claw, then drove a Headbutt directly into the small of the vulnerable wrestler’s back. Winterrest didn’t release her death-grip on the top rope, but Lenore felt it weaken considerably, so she fired off another Headbutt (this one into Winterrest’s right kidney) then gave up the underhanded grip in favor of a snug Waistlock. “NO!” Miss Murder tightened her hold on the rubber-coated steel and shook her head in furious denial. “LET THE F*CK GO, YOU DISGUSTNOOO--” Winterrest’s final demand trailed off in a wail that ended in a combination of resounding ‘THAWHUMP’ and deafening ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ when Lemarchand bridged backward to dump her archrival on the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-rattling Spider German Suplex!
Right back where she’d started before the Suplex (though her situation was greatly improved by the lack of a boot in her nethers) Lenore closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in a valiant, albeit questionable effort to dull the worst of her aches and pains. Forcing herself to believe she felt a little better after a silent five count, Lemarchand caught the top strand in cramping hands and pulled herself into a slumped seat on the rough canvas of the turnbuckle.
The Fair & Radiant Maiden wanted nothing more than to sit there in blessed silence, but a rumble from the crowd informed her that wasn’t the best idea. A glance over one shoulder confirmed it, Elise had tumbled onto her stomach and was even then struggling to all fours. Unable to suppress a groan as she shifted to more manageable footing, Lemarchand turned to face the squared circle before she rose to her full height.
Winterrest wasn’t quite there yet but Lenore didn’t rush it, rather she took those few extra seconds to steady her breathing and best calculate the distance between Winterrest and-- Elise pushed to vertical and Lenore took to the skies, the Raven divebombing down on her foe with slightly-splayed legs that threaded around her opponent’s head not for a ‘Rana but Diving Seated Senton that THWHAMMED the back of Miss Murder’s head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the force of a Destroyer-class Powerbomb!
DIVING SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dns5mQ8D9fQ
Winterrest’s legs shot straight into the air, though they remained uncollected because Lemarchand rolled through to finish on her knees a few feet away. Gritting her teeth as the pain from her undercarriage tried to take hold again, Emily’s Lady in Waiting flattened her right hand into a smacked it against the canvas until the FAWNatics provided enough extra percussion to get her back on her feet. Elise was doing the same, though at a considerably slower pace because she had one arm cradled tight against the back of her pounding head.
Approaching as cautiously as she dared (read: not at all), Lenore grabbed a double handful of Winterrest’s hair-- Elise shot both hands up, braced ‘em against the Courtier’s hips and pushed out even as she reared back for a battering-ram Headbutt aimed straight at Lemarchand’s tru--THAWHUNK!
Lenore anticipated the Low Blow and greeted it with a Kneelift that struck Elise flush between the eyes! Barely noticing the limp way the other brunette’s arms dropped to her sides, Lenore switched over to a grip on Elise’s ears to get her back to boot-leather. With her next breath the Courtier planted her right foot behind Winterrest and drew the shellshocked battler’s right arm across her own midsection. From there she leaned forward, a shift that bent Elise back in an awkward bridge and let Lemarchand cinch her right arm around the Icy Manipulator’s head in a Front Facelock. Already on their feet after that concussive Knee Strike, the Spring Breakers shook the rafters with their roar when Lenore snapped down and back, the exhausted bendyback landing flat whereas Elise was SPIKED on the crown of her skull, the latest recipient of a Nepenthean Dream.
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F790XfU7nQo
The DDT left Winterrest spreadeagled on her back, the only signs of life the steady rise and fall of her chest. Lemarchand should’ve gone for the cover. Instinct urged it. The crowd demanded it. Hell, the look on Castle’s face suggested he wasn’t averse to pleading for it, but the Raven disregarded them all to shovel Elise onto her belly.
Cracking a smile as she felt adrenaline pour through her system, Lenore circled around to the other brunette’s feet, took possession of the left one and lifted the Icy Manipulator’s lower leg off the mat. Just like that she scissored the exposed limb between her calves and shot down and across, Lenore landing on Winterrest’s back at a sharp angle that only exacerbated the already painful angle of her trapped leg. At first the crowd thought she was hunting for an STF because she slipped her right arm across the back of Elise’s neck, but this turned out to be a feint to shove the prone brunette’s right arm out of the way. When time came to set the snare, Lenore’s right arm slipped beneath Winterrest’s right bicep and across her chest and neck to ultimately meet her left hand in an S-clasp against the other side of her opponent’s face.
Analyzed in slow motion later (and it was necessary, the speed at which the Courtier secured this weirdness was astounding) the arrangement looked a bit like an oversized Cravate until Lenore rolled over onto her left side, a bit if nimble knotting that effectively transformed the sort-of STF into an avant garde Bow & Arrow that wrenched Winterrest’s spine across the curves of her attacker’s left flank while also putting immense strain on her neck and pinioned left leg.
THE CHAMBER DOOR
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Whatever the hell it was, Elise barely reacted once Lenore had it cinched in, indeed her only reaction seemed to be the boneless jostling caused by Lemarchand’s yanking and tearing. Honing in on the sprawl of his charge’s arms, Nick Castle sank to one knee and took Elise’s left wrist in a surprisingly delicate grip. He raised her arm once and let it fall to no reaction.
‘ONE!’ the crowd bellowed to the Timekeeper. He nodded to confirm their assessment, then repeated the test. ‘TWO!’ Once for posterity, twice to get it right and three times paid for all, the Spring Breakers shivering their rafters with a ‘THREE!’ that threatened to overwhelm the CLANG of the bell.
Still hooked in tight, Lenore nodded in exhausted satisfaction, however she made no effort to break the hold until the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The victorious Courtier gave the hold a final vindictive squeeze before she unhooked and shoved Elise onto her back. Castle was right there offering her a FAWN t-shirt from the customary supply kept on hand for those talents that found themselves dealing with an unexpected dearth of wardrobe. Lenore took it, but put it on and didn’t rise. Instead she clambered to all fours and leaned down to whisper in Elise’s ear.
“Two-two now, honey. Means I’ve earned the right to enjoy myself a little.” Winterrest didn’t offer so much as a wheeze until the other brunette straightened up and swung a leg across her throat, all the better to settle into a salaciously snug Reverse Face Sit. Even this callipygian engulfing didn’t earn raise than a wheeze from the Icy Manipulator, though the more prurient among those gathered for Spring Break certainly roared their approval when Lenore grabbed hold of the torn black lycra at Elise’s chest and puuuuuuuuuulled until the split extended to just south of Winterrest’s navel.
Nick Castle had no great love for Miss Murder, but he still felt an instinctual obligation to protect his charges, especially when they were at their most vulnerable. “Don’t do this, Lenore.” the ref said softly. “This sort of piling on is beneath you.”
“In every other case I’d agree with you, Nick.” Lenore shifted from left to right and back again so she could properly brace the soles of her boots against each side of her prey’s head. “But not tonight. Not against her. She set the rules of our game before I even knew we were playing. So she’s got no right to complain about anything now that I’ve mastered the nuances. If you’ll excuse me…”
The Raven laid her hands atop Winterrest’s breasts and treated them to a few exploratory squeezes, presumably to determine what she was dealing with. Satisfied by what she gleaned, Lenore clamped down until her fingers showed white while simultaneously bearing down on her foe’s sternum. Now Winterrest sputtered to life, the pinned brunette’s heels scuffling and bicycling against the canvas, her hands rising to push at Lemarchand’s glutes for a few frantic seconds before moving around front to scrabble and claw at her tormentor’s wrists. Lenore barely paid attention to these efforts. She knew Elise’s nose was pinched shut and should could feel the increasingly insistent but shallow pull of her nemesis’ breathing against the underside of her briefs. All in all it would only be a matter of seconds before-- Lemarchand bared her teeth in a low growl, glanced down and cursed when she spied Winterrest’s hands gouging at her own assets.
Any other woman on the FAWN roster (Brewster, Mendoza and Singh included) would’ve been gifted the benefit of a warning, even if it was just a single word. Elise Winterrest was granted no such kindness. Lenore simply narrowed focus from claw to pincer, the Fair & Radiant Maiden subjecting her nemesis’ nipples to an utterly heartless combination of pull, tweak and twist.
Miss Murder offered up her first and only noise, a muffled wail that started high and continued to rise in conjunction with Lemarchand’s efforts. The hapless battler’s counter claw fell away within seconds and Lenore was only too happy to enjoy that feeble swat against her left thigh that may or may not have construed a submission. She didn’t acknowledge it as such, but Castle must have because he cleared his throat and said, “ Enough, Lenore. You’ve made your point.”
The cool gleam in Lemarchand’s dark eyes suggested she took issue with that assessment, yet she released the grip without ceremony and finally slipped the t-shirt on to only a smattering of boos from those assembled. Taking a moment to smooth her hair down, Emily’s Lady in Waiting hooked her thumbs together at chest-level and started to raise the Raven only to place them behind her head instead, Lenore showing off that iconic ‘I own you’ victory pose made iconic by the catfighters and wrestlers of days gone by. Finally rising to verticality on a wave of sustained applause, Lemarchand placed a boot on Elise’s chest in case Gladiatrix needed anything else, then slipped through the ropes and strode up the aisle without so much as a word.
The scoreboard said they weren’t done, just knotted up and the Raven knew that neither of them would settle for a tie. That would have to wait for some other card, however. For tonight she was content to leave Elise unconscious in the center of the squared circle with nothing but Nick and the roar of the crowd to eventually bring her back to the cold reality of dropping two in a row to a woman she utterly despised.