Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:25:52 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the general din of the FAWN Arena, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing Wicked, she hails from Morningside California, stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. She is one half of Scandalous and one hundred percent unadulterated blonde desire, she is MINA MURRAY!”
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8wclUmYWA
Her name was echoing in the rafters as the rasping, staccato opening of Panic At the Disco's ‘Say Amen (Saturday Night)’ slunk through the speakers and the fans came to their feet to properly greet the blonde. Torn between a love for Murray’s Scandalous talents (She was just so damned hot! And so damned good!) and a hatred for her callous treatment of the opposition (She was just so damned mean!) the crowd’s dilemma got even louder when Mina brushed the curtain aside and stepped into the spotlight like she owned it, which, lets be honest, she kinda did.
MINA MURRAY:
Conspicuous by their absence was Lucy Harker and Daphne Dufresne, a condition both she and her opponent had agreed to the moment the match was announced Utterly unconcerned about going it alone tonight, Mina regarded the crowd with an expression of profound disgust, then headed down the aisle in a hip-swiveling strut that worked like alchemy in turning derisive boos into resound cheers. For her battle against the persistent, pestilent bird of yore, the Scandalous blonde was dressed in her usual heart-stopping fightin’ white one-piece that featured high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter. The look was completed with pristine sky-blue pads and boots.
Indifferent to the lusty jeers that followed her to the ring, Mina decided to incite the sheeple with something a bit different than the usual tandem entrance. Leaping onto the ring apron like it was nothing, Murray grabbed the top rope in both hands and slipped her left leg through, hooking it over the middle strand before tucking her ankle against the bottom strand for extra support. Secure in her perch, she brought up her right leg, cupped her heel in her right hand and proceeded to leaaaaaaaaaaaan back even as she pulled that glossy gam up into what could only be described as a Scandalous split. Finally breaking into a smile as she forcefully converted hatred into worship, Mina let go of her leg, grabbed the top rope and twisted her way into the squared circle in such a way that did nothing to slow the cheers. It was only when she put a hand to her lips, kissed it, then ‘smacked’ it against her ass did things return to normal and by then, it was time for her opponent to make an appearance.
Mina was in the midst of dodging Craig Long's pre-bell inspection when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, 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 cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the thirteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Brushing through the curtain at the sound of her name, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the ring for only a moment before she raised the Raven sigil to raucous applause that coalesced into a chant of ‘NEV-ER-MORE! NEV-ER-MORE!’ Offering the throng a knowing smile at this show of support, the Lenore started toward the squared circle intent on taking down the last obstacle between her and a most righteous vengeance against Daphne Dufresne.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight's campaign against the flaxen fiend, Lenore sported 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 knee-pads 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.
Choosing to mount the apron rather than the steps once she'd finished her journey down the ramp, Lenore moved to the center and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she could leap into position atop the rubber-coated steel. In a remarkable display of balance the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven overhead, all while keeping her eyes locked on the blonde. Mina didn't move but she sure as hell didn't drop her gaze either, so Lemarchand skipped off the top and landed in the middle of the ring with her arms spread wide.
The Raven had just touched down in the squared circle when Mina stormed out of her corner on a beeline for the center of the ring. Lenore went to DEFCON 2 and stayed that way even when the blonde stopped with several feet still between them. Blue eyes locked on her opponent, Murray sank into a deep crouch and raised the index and middle fingers of her right hand, the tips of which she quickly swept across the canvas in a line at her feet. Rising immediately thereafter, the Scandalous blonde extended her right hand to Lemarchand, only now it was just her middle finger raised.
Lenore snorted, marched over to Mina and made a point of chesting up hard enough to rock the other wrestler back a half step! Murray caught her balance and returned the favor by blatantly grinding her forehead against the brunette's, a response which earned a delighted roar from the crowd.
“Pretty bold statement for a chick who always runs in threes, Mina.” Lemarchand murmured. “Don't think you're going to distract me so easily, though. I'll still smell those idiots coming.”
Craig tried to ease a hand between the rival bendy-backs but Murray swatted it aside without once glancing in his direction. “I'm bold? Then you must be downright courageous, shit-bird. Last time we met you wouldn't get this close without a chair in your hands. And like I told you then, Luce and Daph are in the back for the duration. It's just you and me, bell to bell. All. Night. Long.”
“You're a fucking liar.” Lenore replied pleasantly.
A low, but noticeable murmur from those assembled when Mina surged over the line to put the Fair & Radiant Maiden back on her heels! “Call me a liar again and I'll slap you across the mouth you scrawny bit--”
Lemarchand pushed forward again and now it looked like the brunette and blonde were trying to walk right through one another. “Call me a bitch again and I'll make you mine.” she snapped.
“I'd like to see you try, bitRRRGGGHHH!”
Lenore snatched a huge handful of Murray's hair, yanked her head to one side and earned a raucous roar from the crowd when she CLOUTED the Californian's mouth with the a Bitch Slap! “Want more of that, creampuff?” Lemarchand shouted even as she delivered more shots to the blonde's face. “Keep running your mouth and you'll NNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mina brought her hands together high overhead to smash a Double Axehandle down on Lenore's bicep thus breaking her grip! In the same breath she dropped low, hooked her arms around the brunette's upper thighs and swept her to the deck with something that was half Double Leg Takedown and half Spinebuster!
Craig, understanding there was no sense in trying to check for foreign objects when his charges were already kicking the crap out of one another, braced himself for the challenges ahead and flicked a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell CLANGED clear and true throughout the arena, though it barely registered with Mina Murray, who'd scrambled into a seat on the brunette's stomach so she could snatch a handful of hair and pound away on Lenore's forehead with ruthless Forearm Smashes! “You scrawny, arrogant BITCH.” Murray sneered as the heavy ordinance rained down. “We could've had a nice clean match, but you had to turn it into a game of 'Cries the Hardest' and now I'll have to explain to Daphne why I ended your care—hhhrrrrgghh dammit let go!”
Raising a hasty guard to stop those Forearms even as Murray tried to rip her hair out by the roots, Lenore blocked a few more blows, then dropped the defenses to snatch hold of the blonde's wrist! A furious bit of struggling followed, with no clear strategy emerging until Lemarchand halved her grip on Mina's wrist and took hold of her foe's middle finger. “OOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAHK!” Murray threw back her head and yowled in pain when Lenore tried to bend that finger back so it was pointing up Murray's arm!
“You really wanna play Cries the Hardest with me, Murray?” chided Lenore as she continued with the small joint manipulation. “I'll have you blubbering loud enough for the whole arena to heRRGGHH! RRGGHHH! RRRRGGGHH!”
Mina couldn't free her hand from the brunette's grip so she tightened her own hold on the Raven's hair and yanked her head off the canvas just to THWHUNK it back down once, twice, thrice! Thee proved a magic number as it so often did and Lenore abandoned her hold while Mina scrambled to verticality and backed off with that aching hand stuffed beneath her armpit.
Cringing as she touched a hand to the sore spot on her scalp, Lemarchand stood up without taking her attention off of the snarling blonde. “You want to play a game, bitch?” she called loud enough for the ringside mics to pick it up. “Then why don't we make this submissions only?”
Mina scowled as she tended to her sore finger. “VERBAL submissions only and you're on.” the blonde countered. “No honorable tapping out for you, shit-bird. I want you sobbing in front of the whole world, just like a good little bitch.”
“Then you're gonna have to do it all by yourself, bench-warmer.” Lenore snapped. Smirking at the snarl that crossed Murray's face, the brunette raised her left hand and curled those fingers into a welcoming claw. “Think you're up for the challenge?”
Mina didn't waste a breath on words, she simply strolled over, raised her left hand and SLAPPED it against the brunette's waiting palm. Their fingers locked in an instant though neither wrestler offered any pressure since the Test was not yet complete. That changed the instant Lemarchand's right palm touched Murray's left, indeed it was like the wrestlers became a completed circuit, snapping into each other with an soft but audible thump as they went chest to chest. With blonde and brunette nearly identical in terms of height, weight and build, it was no surprise that the opening moments yielded no obvious winner, not that the thrumming, near-immobility of the tableau stopped the capacity crowd from cheering at the top of their collective lungs.
“Is that all you've got?” Mina huffed in her foe's ear after almost fifteen seconds had ticked off the clock. “I thought you wanted to kick my ass, but I've had better push-back from Peleton instructors.”
“You don't have any ass to kick, sweetness.” Lenore grunted in response. “That's why I'm going to submit you instead. Might still put you over my knee when this is all over. Talking to me with that sort of 'tude suggests you need a spankOOOOWWWWW FUCK YOU!”
Murray earned a loud screech from her adversary when she leaned in close and chomped down on the soft meat between Lenore's left shoulder and the base of her neck! The Raven keened as Mina continued to gnaw, yet rather than call to Craig for a break she shifted one finger ever so slightly and pressed down HARD on the lowest knuckle of Murray's middle finger, the one she's tried to realign only a few moments prior. Mina grimaced and huffed around her mouthful of brunette meat but it wasn't enough of a deterrent to stop her from biting. In fact she chomped a little harder and jabbed a Kneelift into the brunette's flank to make things a little more miserable.
Smiling through the increasing burn on the side of her neck, Lenore put her lips close to Mina's ear and murmured, “Yeah, you DO fight like a second banana. No wonder I had to add 'that blonde in Wicked' when I told my fans who's ass I was going to kick at this shOOORRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Murray bit that much harder, then pumped no less than three Kneelifts into the pit of Lemarchand's stomach just above her belly button! Continuing to gnash and bite even as Lenore's knees began to tremble beneath the strain, Murray suddenly pulled away and delivered a teasing kiss to the welt she'd raised. “You can tell your loser fans I'm the only one that made you--”
“Moan when I sat on your face?” the Fair & Radiant Maiden interrupted. “I knew that little button nose of yours would be good for someHHHRRGGHH!”
Mina skewered the brunette's tummy with her sharpest Kneelift yet, then shot up on tiptoes and pushed doooooooooooown until Lenore sank to her knees! Taking a moment to waggle her hips after she'd force Lemarchand to the canvas, Mina flipped hair out of her eyes, then jounced in place to put even more strain on the brunette's wrists. “Say mercy if you've had enough!” she barked at the penitent battler. “And not for the ref, honey! I want you to tell all these losers you can't hack it in the ring with me!”
Lenore shook her head 'no', the response a combination of incredulity and caution since Craig Long had crept in close to the action. “Oh please.” she grunted while trying to steady out the shiver in her arms. “Like I'm going to tap out to... who are you again? An undiscovered Kaiser sistNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Mina hop-stomped in place, the force of her landing putting more strain on the Raven's bent wrists! “Say my name, bitch.” the Californian cooed. “Say it before I break your delicate little wrists!”
“Sure, sure!” Lenore sobbed. “But you gotta tell me first! Are you Krystal ErNGH!”
Mina drilled a Kneelift between Lemarchand's eyes. “Mina Murray, you outclassed slut.” she murmured. “Now scream it out before AAAARRRHH!”
Lenore couldn't free her hands from the blonde's grasp, but she could bring Murray's grasp quite a bit closer to her mouth, which was exactly she she did before sinking her teeth into the meat at the base of Murray's left thumb! Mina squealed and tried to draw away but now it was Lenore holding on tighter than ever while she clambered upright. “You crazy fuck!” Murray threw more knees, though they didn't land as flush with Lemarchand able to pivot her hips this way and that. “Get your nasty little teeth away from OOOFFFFHH!”
Lenore caught her with a Toe Kick to the pit of the stomach, a sharp blow that doubled the blonde over! A second Toe Kick dropped the Scandalous blonde to her knees and allowed Lenore to shrug off the remnants of the Test to take possession of her foe's wrists. Taking a big step back to draw Murray's arms in her direction, the Raven let out a low whistle to draw her foe's attention. Sure enough, Mina raised her head and that's when Lemarchand yanked on those captured wrists while simultaneously lunging forward to THWHACK the point of her right knee between the penitent wrestler's eyes!
DOUBLE WRISTLOCK KNEESTRIKE @ 2:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGhMO0K1ApY
Murray's head snapped back and the rest of her followed along, the force of the backlash strong enough to wrench her left wrist free of the Courtier's grasp. Lenore kept hold of the right however and she used it to haul the woozy battler back onto her knees and then down flat on her stomach when the Fair & Radiant Maiden dropped to a seat. Doubling down on her control on Mina's right wrist, Lenore stretched her legs into a narrow 'V' that promptly 'smecked' shut once it'd welcomed her opponent's head and left arm! Quick to tug Murray's arm at such an angle that her bicep was snug against her own throat, Lemarchand hooked her right leg around the back of Mina's head, then threw her left calf over top her right shin and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on a dangerous Triangle Choke!
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdkfOzh-bEU
“Give up!” Lenore barked as she rocked her hips and jostled her legs to increase the strain of the hold. Mina only coughed out a curse and fought to her knees, so the brunette halved her grip on Murray's wrist and reached around to catch her right foot in her left hand and thus pull the Triangle even tighter! “Don't even think about tapping out!” she added when a grimacing Mina stretched out her free hand. Lenore knew she was looking to catch hold of the ropes, but she had no qualms bending the truth to make Murray look like a quitter. “You wanted verbal submissions, you're gonna get your wish, honNNGGGHHH!”
Mina flattened her left hand into a paddle she promptly CLAPPED against Lenore's face! To make matters worse (or better, depending on your loyalties) she crooked her fingers into a claw and dragged them down the brunette's cheek a few times before helping herself to a huge hank of hair! “Bitch.” Murray hissed at the other bendy-back. “You're not gonna choke me out like some punEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore let go of her ankle and laid claim to the Californian's nose which she proceeded to twist over and over and over again! “Oh, I don't know how I'm going to choke you out.” Lenore worked her shoulders from side to side to make sure she wasn't pinning herself while continuing to bear down on the Scissors and wrench her opponent's nose. “But I AM going to choke you out, Meens. And I hope you're brave enough to tell Daphne exactly how it felt to--”
“BREAK!” Mina punctuated the demand by stuffing a few punches into the brunette's ribs just above her right hip. “Break the fucking hold, loser!”
Lenore wouldn't have acknowledged such an order if the referee hadn't backed it up, but damned if Craig wasn't hurrying over to the action and a quick glance around confirmed that Murray had in fact stretched her left leg back far enough to drape that ankle over the bottom rope! Lenore nodded understanding, shifted her attention back to the blonde and proceeded to squeeze harder than ever while mouthing along with Long's count. 'ONE! TWO! THREE!' She released Murray's nose on 'THREE!' balled that hand into a fist and drilled a Hammer Punch into the bridge of her nose on 'FOUR!'
Breaking the Triangle in the same breath, she filled both hands with the blonde's hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the squared circle. Scrambling to verticality a moment thereafter, she hauled Mina up as well, then swooped 'round behind and went low to pick her foe's left ankle in both hands.
“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” Mina hopped in place when Lemarchand pulled her leg up into the air and gave that ankle a painful twist!
“You wanna give? Huh? Huh?” the Raven stepped back and continued to work the vulnerable joint.
“NO!” Murray bobbed in place and windmilled her arms in an effort to remain upright. “Stop wasting my fucking time, nerd! You'll never make me subWHOAH!” Lemarchand yanked the Wicked lovely backward and welcomed her into a snug Waistlock! Hands locked tight across her foe's navel, Lenore sank into a deep crouch, then popped her hips to take Murray up, over and down, the blonde THWHUMPING down hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlmqiOTiRd8
Craig was already close to the action so he swooped in beside his charges when Lemarchand pushed up on tiptoe, but rather than hold the bridge she twisted over into a seat that forced Mina to do the same thing. Now snuggled in behind her adversary, Lenore threaded her legs around the blonde's waist and began to squeeze! The Bodyscissors made Murray groan, but she didn't actually cry out until the Lady in Waiting reached up under her armpits, crossed one wrist over the other and SANK her claws into Mina's bounty! All smiles as her left hand crushed Murray's right breast and vice versa, Lemarchand gouged the point of her chin into the left side of Murray's neck and cooed, “When was the last time you tapped out to save your titties? Actually, when was the last time you pleaded to save your titties? Don't worry if you can't remember, I'm about to set that clock back to zer—rrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Rather than worry at the claws attacking her chest, Mina clenched her hands into a single fist, then set her elbows against the insides of Lenore's knees and began to dig away at the Scissors! “Yuuuhhhh... your prissy little press-on nails aren't even going to break the skin.” Murray grunted as she worked to weaken the brunette's gams. “But I'll be happy to bust you open before I make you cry like a babooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuck you!”
The brunette wasn't one to go after the opposition's soft spots without previously enduring similar punishment first, but Mina Murray and the other members of Wicked had earned no such goodwill, which was why she narrowed her focus to the blonde's nipples without a moment's hesitation. “Did you remember to wear the hard working mascara tonight, Meens?” Lenore chided as she pulled and plucked, twisted and tweaked. “I'd hate to have you looking like a slutty raccoon less than ten minutes into the matgrrrhhhhhhhh vicious brat!”
Murray's elbow work hadn't broken the Scissors, but it had loosened them to the point she could set her hands against the Raven's inner thighs and clamp down hard enough to make Lemarchand wince! “I don't need hard-working ANYTHING to beat your ass.” she told the grimacing brunette. “You're the most overrated piece of shit I've ever had the misfortune to beat RRRHHHH MMMPPPPHHHHHH!”
Much as she liked putting hard miles on Mina's bust, Lenore relinquished those claws so she could cup one hand over the blonde's mouth and nose and the other over her eyes! Kicking her legs up a little higher so she could put even more pressure on the Scissors, Lemarchand clamped down on her foe's face and hissed, “Let's see you say that when the Announcer calls my name at the end of the match. Hell, let's see you say much of anything other than 'leave me aloOOOWWW!”
Murray grabbed hold of Lenore's wrists and repaid a favor from earlier in the contest by biting her attacker's palm! The Fair & Radiant Maiden shrieked, pulled her hands away and grabbed hold of the blonde's hai—Mina drew her head forward only to snap it backward, the Californian's noggin THUNKING Lemarchand in the forehead! The Scissors loosened to the point that Murray could've shrugged her way loose, so it spoke to her disdain for the brunette when she leaned forward and delivered another jarring Headbutt! Pushing Lenore away with some rude elbows, Mina got to her feet and took a few steps away only to hop forward on her left foot to THWHACK a Basement Super Kick into the seated wrestler's skull!
BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKZsDBofAoM
Lemarchand flopped out flat on her back with both arms stretched out overhead, an arrangement that suited Mina just fine. Allowing herself a moment to 'flick' her outfit back into place, the Cruel Californian raised a foot and STOMPED down on the pit of her foe's stomach! Lenore gaped and sat up, both arms crossed over her tummy as she fought to draw a full breath. As for Murray, she moved to the brunette's feet, wheeled around and ran the ropes in front of her seated adversary. She returned heartbeats later, Mina never breaking stride before she left the canvas in a low hop that was still high enough for her to brace both feet against the Raven's chest and push down as hard as she could! Lemarchand was knocked flat, the back of her skull bouncing off the mat with an awkward THUNK!
RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQQLzQ8ve7o
“You're gonna lick my boots when this is done, skank.” Murray sneered as she stalked a mean little circle around the flattened brunette. “And I'm going to make you beg for the privilege. In the meantime...” Mina wedged a boot under Lenore's ribs and shoveled her onto her belly. In the same instant she stepped over, planted a foot on either side of the bendy-back's hips and dropped to a seat, Mina concentrating every bit of her hundred and thirty-three pounds into the Butt Bomb she detonated against the small of Lemarchand's back!
Lenore groaned and tried to wriggle out from underneath the Scandalous battler, but Murray was having none of that. Grabbing the other wrestler's braid with both hands, Mina craaaaaaaaaaaaanked her opponent's head back at a sharp angle and jostled it back and forth until Craig came over and issued a warning. Mina released without comment, not that this meant anything to the Raven. Indeed her situation went from bad to worse when Murray clamped down on her biceps and pulled them up and back over the sturdy planks of her thighs. Lenore, who'd endured some truly torturous stretches in the Camel Clutch throughout her career, knew the hold well enough to press her chin tight against her breastbone before the blonde could hook her chi—“EERRRGGHH!”
Undeterred by the brunette's defenses, Murray wrapped Lenore's braid around her left hand and pulled it taut so she could deliver several sharp slaps to the side of her opponent's face. “Gimme your chin, beeyotch.” Mina extended her index finger and cheerily gouged it into Lemarchand's cheek. “Unless you want me to tear your face apa—”
“Do your worst, cupcake.” Lenore interrupted. “Assuming you even can without Lucy and Daphne to back you AAAARRRHHHH!”
Mina released the hair-hold, flattened that hand into a paddle and SMACKED her opponent's left ear! Credit where credit is due, the Fair & Radiant Maiden still didn't give up her chin, unfortunately Mina managed to slip two fingers of her right hand into the corner of Lenore's mouth and pull back as hard as she could! One fishhook begat another and it wasn't long before the Scandalous blonde mirrored her grip on the left to craaaaaaaannnnnnk Lemarchand's head back at a sharp, unpleasant angle.
“Hi there, cutie!” Murray purred as she smirked down into Lenore's pained countenance. “Do you want to tap out now or do I have to shred your face first? Or I could spit in it, you look like the kind of bitch that would like--”
“Fuck around and find out, Meens.” Lenore growled through clenched teeth. “I mean it, bitch. Fuck around and find NNNGGGGHHH!”
Murray switched from her Fishhooks to a more traditional Chinlock so she could put even more strain on the bendy-back's neck! As if that wasn't bad enough, the blonde made a show of pursing her lips in such a fashion that suggested she might take the Courtier up on her off—“MWAH!” Mina leaned down and planted a taunting kiss on Lenore's forehead before she murmured, “I intend to, loser. But I'll do it on MY time.” With that she bounced in place, the domineering battler driving her dangerous derriere into the small of Lemarchand's back even as she PULLED that much harder on the Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TtC5-tuikg
“SUBMIT HONEY!” Murray demanded over Lenore's wails of pain and the ever-increasing volume of 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chants. “Submit or I'll break those delicate little bird bones!”
“What do you say, Lenore?” Craig asked while Lenore groaned and swatted ineffectually at the Californian's thighs. “Can you continue? If you need me to call it I--”
Cheers from the Unkindness when their heroine fought to her knees despite the noticeable handicap of a motivated rider. This return to verticality might've continued beyond that spot if Mina hadn't done the same and immediately THUMPED every bit of her weight down on the brunette's spine with another Butt Bomb! That put Lenore back on the canvas, though she didn't get to stay there long as Murray quickly hooked her index and middle fingers into the brunette's nostrils to peel her off the floor at Mina's leisure!
“BIDGE!” the Raven squawked as she was quite literally led around by the nose. “GED YOR NAZDEE FHINGURS OUDDA MY NNNGGGHHH!”
Mina did, only to flatten both hands into paddles that she promptly CLAPPED against Lemarchand's ears in a Mongolian Chop! Lenore stumbled forward, crumpled to one knee, then hoisted herself up only to get caught by the waistband and reeled backward into a huge Overhand Slap that CRAAACKED between her shoulders! From there Murray glommed onto the brunette's right shoulder and turned her around in a half circle to CRAAACK a huge Palm Strike / Bitch Slap offa her foe's cheek! Mina followed with an identical shot from the left, then whipped around and lashed out with her right hand for a Back Fist that THWHAPPED Lemarchand's right ear! Lenore should've just taken a knee but she remained stubbornly upright, meaning Murray was in perfect position to finish her Scandalous Flurry with a huge Roundhouse that THWHACKED offa her prey's skull!
SCANDALOUS FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_MScZWBm6Q
Lenore went down like a felled tree but she didn't make it all the way to the mat because a quick-moving Mina grabbed a double handful of hair and wedged the brunette's noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors! In the next instant she slipped both arms around Lemarchand's waist and muscled her up into a slumped seat atop the blonde's shoulders. Murray shot up on tiptoe just because she could, then slung her burden forward and down, just THAWHAMMING Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders with a massive Powerbomb! The squared circle was still shaking when Mina stuffed her shoulders into the pits of Lenore's knees and leaned forward, the blonde gluing her foe's shoulders to the deck with a Matchbook good for...
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOVGEw_U7-g
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lenore kicked out with half a second to spare, the ruffled Raven looking far from regal as she twitched and groaned on the canvas. “Suuuuhhhh... sneaking bitch.” Lemarchand muttered as she turned over onto her stomach. “What happened to verbal submissiHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Murray charged in, went low and BURIED both heels in her opponent's ribs with a vicious Baseball Slide Dropkick! “Oh, I'll still make you scream for the hard cam, don't worry about that.” the blonde scoffed as she 'flicked' her trunks back into place. “But I might pin ya beforehand, just so there's no whining about rope breaks when the torment starts.” Lenore was too busy wheezing to offer a proper response to that, so Mina helped herself to the brunette's braid and hauled her to boot-leather before switching over to a Wristlock. A quick Shoulderblock to the tits rocked Lemarchand back on her heels, meaning she was already off balance when Murray dropped into a deep crouch and slung her into the strands with an Irish Wh—Mina clamped down tight when she should've let go and hauled her victim back the way she'd came just to swoop around behind and hook her left arm around Lemarchand's throat. The Wicked warrior clamped down on her own right bicep and hopped into the air, Mina clamping a Scissors around Lenore's waist with an audible 'SMECK!
Right hand palming the back of her foe's skull, Murray squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Scissors and Sleeper as tight as she could and teased, “Or maybe I'll just leave you knocked out and drooling right the fuck now. How would you like that, shit-bird?”
Still no answer from Lenore. She wasn't about to waste any oxygen on a reply and even if she had some to spare, the whole of her attention was focused on trying to create some separation between Murray's forearm and her windpipe. Easier said than done however, Mina had her hooks in deep and the crushing strain of the Scissors made breathing even more difficult. Indeed it wasn't long before Lemarchand's knees were trembling, her thighs jittering with the exertion of exertion of holding her attacker aloft. “Give it up!” Mina demanded after she'd jostled the Sleeper back and forth a bit. “Sob it as loud as you can or I'll strip you bare when this is all ovRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Raven couldn't make Mina break her grip so she made the blonde question her choices by scoring her forearm from elbow to wrist over and over again! Murray grimaced, shook her head 'no' and tried to break Lemarchand's ribs with another crushing constriction. “Not enough!” she tittered to the rasping, red-faced beauty. “Go on and start blubbering, beeyotch! Don't think I'll let you go when that delicate little wrist drops three timeWHOOOAAAHHRRGGGH!”
Desperate for an escape hatch as her vision began to tunnel, Lenore dug her nails into the undersides of Mina's thighs and threw it into full reverse! Her gait was far from lovely, indeed it looked like the Lady in Waiting was just about to tumble to the deck with each new step, but damned if she wasn't still going full speed when she BWUUUNGED Murray spine-first into the turnbuckles! Mina cried out and both holds loosened considerably, alas Lenore didn't get to draw more than a single deep breath when the Scandalous blonde squeezed tighter than ever!
“Not enough, fucker.” Mina giggled even as she ground her chin into crown of Lemarchand' skull. “You better start quitting now, before I make you say it into my trunkSSEERRGGH! RRRGGHH! RRRGGGGHHH!”
Lenore trudged forward, then threw herself backward once, twice, three times in a row! None of the individual blows proved strong enough to break Mina's grasp, but their combined efforts loosened the holds to such a degree that Lemarchand was able to draw in several ragged breaths. Finally confident enough in her own reserves to stop scratching at the blonde's forearm, Lenore reached back with her left hand and helped herself to a whole lot of Mina's hair. Her right hand went low, hooking under Murray's right knee with enough vigor to 'hup' the blonde up a little higher. With the FAWNatics murmuring about what came next, the Fair & Radiant Maiden tromped forward just to hurl herself backward in a short, but emphatic collection that popped the Scissors wide open. Mina's left leg dropped away while her right remained hooked tight by the brunette, a development she didn't register until Lenore rushed out to the middle of the ring and snapped forward and down, the brunette slinging her burden up and over her left shoulder before dropping to a seat to THAWHAM the blonde flat on her back!
LEFT FIELD MICHINOKU DRIVER @ 2:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OfzbUw12oA
The improvised Michinoku Driver planted Mina in such a way that left her in perfect position for a pin, yet Lenore never even considered a cover. Instead she splashed down in a north-south arrangement and wrapped one arm around Mina's upper thighs while simultaneously threading her own legs around the blonde's skull. The initial squeeze earned a soft groan from her adversary and other circumstances that would've been a fine start, yet tonight the Fair & Radiant Maiden was feeling anything but so she reached down with her free hand, grabbed a massive hank of Murray's flaxen locks and loosened the Scissors just enough to yank the Scandalous battler's head up a few inches higher. Ankles locking the moment she felt Mina's chin snuggle in against the southern curve of her glutes, Lenore relinquished the hair-hold to double down on thigh control even as she squeeeeeeeezed the Reverse Headscissors with all her might!
“EEEERRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!” Mina Murray writhed like a snake with a broken back, the normally icy battler gasping in undeniable anguish as Lemarchand tried to crush her into submission (or at the very least unconsciousness) with the simple hold.
“Give up!” Lenore demanded in the midst of cupping her own elbows to add even more pressure to the improvised Bear Hug she had strapped around the Californian's upper thighs. “I mean it, cupcake! Tap out or I'll break your jaw!”
Loathing the sound of blood pounding at her temples, a pink-faced Mina flattened both hands into paddles and SLAPPED those encroaching glutes as hard as she could! “Fuck you!” she snarled at the resurgent brunette. “You don't have what it takes to threaten me, let alone hurt meRRRRGGGHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Lenore bore down that much harder, the bendy-back's long stems thrumming like high tension wires as she worked to change Murray's mind. As for Craig Long, he damned well knew he couldn't make Mina reconsider, but he wanted to make sure his charge was aware of all her options because the flush in her face was growing redder by the second. “What do you say, Mina? Do you need me to call for the bell? If you can't continue just say the word and—”
A combination of jeers and salacious whistles from those assembled when Murray curled both hands into fists and shut the zebra's mouth with identically raised middle fingers! Lenore noted this blatant disrespect for the official and made Murray pay for it with a pulsation so strong it flattened one hand into a paddle that wavered dangerously above the canvas. “Tap all you want,” she hissed. “You're not going anywhere until I hear you say AAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Simply swatting the Raven's glutes had done jack-all, Mina had to (grudgingly) admit, so she slipped her thumbs into the leg-holes of Lemarchand's purple briefs and snatched hold of her waistband to unleash a wedgie so severe it might've been a magic trick! Baring her teeth in a hateful smile as she began to yank the distended material back and forth, Murray huffed, “Whuuuuu...why don't you give up, nerd? I pull too hard and I might just hook this thing over your pointy little no—HNGH! Ooohhh! Oh bitch, don't you fucking dare!”
Lenore, who'd shifted her torso to the right so she could SLAP her left hand down between the blonde's thighs, extended her middle and ring fingers into a claw and vigorously rubbed the defenseless lycra! Seemingly unfazed by the malice in her foe's voice, Lemarchand increased the pace of her attack and grunted, “You climbed into my trunks, so I climbed into yours! Want me out? Fix that fucking wedgie and I'll think about OOOOOOOOHHHH BITCH!”
Threats be damned, Mina pulled even harder, her arms fully extended at a near perfect forty-five degrees to put even more strain on those distended briefs! “Nuuuhhhh... no prisoners in this wedgie war, shit-bird!” Murray giggled in spite of the hellacious pressure of the Headscissors. “You're gonna have to raise the white flag before I let you goAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH YOU EVIL SLUT!”
Lenore stopped rubbing and started clawing, the veteran Apartment House wrestler letting her well-manicured talons inflict an insidious punishment on her Scandalous adversary! “That's right, Meens.” she growled. “And I can make it a whole lot worse if you don't start bawling right noNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Slapping the claw on Mina's crotch had certainly inflicted heavy damage, yet it had also halved the brunette's control over Murray's legs and the blonde capitalized by THUMPING a few short, awkward Kneelifts into Lenore's chest once she was able to tune out the nauseating pain radiating from her center. The last one made Lemarchand see stars and she abandoned the Headscissors with a grunt, the stunned brunette rolling in one direction while Mina immediately flopped onto one side and drew in great tearing gasps while tending to her aching crotch.
Not too far away Lenore had the heel of one hand pressed to her forehead while her other hand gingerly plucked and pulled at that hateful wedgie. As the only one standing, Craig Long allowed his charges several seconds to recover but when it ticked by with neither making a move toward verticality, he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...” Murray turned onto her stomach and slowly fought to all fours. Elsewhere, Lemarchand flopped onto her back and sat up like a woman with every intention of smashing the alarm clock the instant she laid hands upon it. These partial recoveries earned a cheer from the FAWNatics, but did nothing to halt the zebra's count. “FIVE... SIX... SEVEN...”
Lenore laid back down, then brought both knees up to her chest and kicked out hard enough to land on her feet in a gorgeous kip-up! Raven sigil already raised high over her head, the brunette barked out, “GET UP, MINA! YOU'RE NOT GOING OUT THAT EAS--”
Murray braced both hands and the crown of her skull against the canvas, then threw herself into a gorgeous front flip that returned her to verticality in front of the startled brunette! The Scandalous lass walked right into the Courtier with a chest bump that set her back on her heels and provided more than enough room for Mina to lash out with a Bitch Slap that CRACKED Lemarchand across the mouth!
“Keep your mouth shut, nerd.” Mina put her forehead to the other wrestler's temple so she could hiss in Lenore's ear. “From now on I want absolute silence unless you're sobbing for mer—”
Lenore brought both hands up and treated Murray to a hard shove immediately followed by a straight left hand to the mouth! The blonde stumbled hard but caught her balance, one hand flying to her bottom lip which she was fairly certain the miserable bitch had busted op—“Red looks cute on you.” Lemarchand cooed in Mina's ever even as the blonde ran a thumb across the ril of red on her chin. “Don't wanna use too much though, otherwise it could overwhelm your slutty white tru—NGGGH!”
Mina unleashed a shove of her own and followed with a Haymaker to the cheek that put her foe's head on a swivel. Her counterattack earned an emphatic 'BOO!' from the crowd, but Lenore changed their tune to 'YAY!' with an answering shot that had Murray growling low in the back of her throat. An exchange of contemptuous glances was more than enough to set the rivals loose on one another, the pace of their flying fists so fast and fierce that the crowd's call and response quickly ran together as two-syllable nonsense indistinguishable from the general roar.
Caught near the center of this whirlwind of violence, Craig Long did his best to keep his charges brawling above board even after each had snatched a handful of hair to steady her foe's head for easier punchin'. Alas, all his threats and warnings produced no noticeable results so he finally stepped back and ordered, “Open those hands or I'll call for the bell right now ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lemarchand and Murray broke it up with a mutual disgusted shove, then CRACKED her opponent's mouth with identical Bitch Slaps! Each lass took the blow flush and immediately retaliated not with another slap or Haymaker, but blink and you'll miss 'em High Kicks that THWHACKED off the other woman's skull! No soaking shots like those, the Raven and the Scandalmonger went down like felled trees after the flurry of vertical violence!
Startled, yet somehow not surprised to find himself the only one standing again, the referee only waited a few moments before starting the standing ten count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...”
The wounded bendy-backs hauled themselves upright but facing in opposite directions so that neither was aware of her opponent's location. This changed when they stumbled backward, bumped shoulders and whipped around on the spot, Mina proving half a heartbeat quicker with the Toe Kick she leveled at Lemarchand's tum—Lenore caught the Californian's ankle in both hands and—THWHACK! Murray turned her around on the spot with a stiff Enzugiri that caromed off the side of the Fair & Radiant Maiden's skull! Lenore did an about-face but didn't take a knee so Mina rushed up on her six and wrenched the brunette's arms high overhead with a Half Nelson. She wrapped her other arm around the Courtier's tummy, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Lemarchand up, over, and very emphatically DOWN with a Half Nelson Suplex that dropped her square on the back of her head and shoulders!
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
The force of it sent Lenore tumbling backward onto her knees, a position she occupied until the Wicked Warrior circled around behind and grabbed a double handful of hair. Yanking the wobbly-legged battler to her feet in a series of fits and starts, Mina wrenched her head back at an awkward angle and stuffed if beneath her right armpit in an Inverted Facelock. Soon as the grip was secured Murray kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to once again THWHAM the base of Lemarchand's skull against the thinly-sheathed canvas!
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KF7mU_etT9o
Murray might've called for a submissions only affair earlier in the contest, but that desire had apparently fled as she threw herself atop the flattened Raven and hooked the far leg for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore twitched a shoulder into the air to deny Mina her victory by the slimmest of margins!
And of course the Scandalous lass took this all in stride, which was to say she leapt to her feet just to bend down and CRACK half a dozen slaps across her opponent's face! “Stay down, you sack of shit!” she barked. “You're no match for Lucy, no match for Daphne, and sure as hell, no (SLAP!) match (SLAP!) for (SLAP!) ME!” (SLAP!)
“That's enough of that, Mina.” Craig noted as the blonde stood up to shake the tingle from her palm. “No one in the history of FAWN has ever talked anyone into staying down, so maybe try a more productive track?”
“Look at that.” Murray scoffed. “A good idea from an idiot. Thanks, All Night!”
With that she bent down and laid claim to Lenore's left wrist and ankle, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her over into the shadow of the nearest turnbuckle. Making a point to stomp on the brunette's tummy after she'd dropped those limp limbs, Mina hopped off, then swatted her own forehead and turned around to head toward the buckles (and stomp Lenore's abs a second time, of course). Despite the ferocity of the bout thus far, Murray had an obvious spring in her step as she grabbed the top rope and boosted herself into a feline crouch in the high rent district. Rising to her full height as the crowd funneled jeers in her direction, the Cruel Californian answered with the Wicked 'W' before transitioning to an upraised middle finger. The noise reached fever pitch after that, meaning Mina was cleared flip out into the void, the dangerous blonde bombshell fashioning executing a flawless Sky Twister Press that brought her down flush across her prey's upturned knees!
Murray bounced from the landing into an awkward looking seat, her back frozen into a sinuous curve that might've been called elegant if not for the agony stamped upon her face. Lenore wasn't faring much better, though she at least seemed capable of movement even if it was just sitting up and dragging herself to the corner Mina had so recently occupied. Treating herself to a few deep breaths as she reached up to grab hold of the top rope, Lemarchand pulled herself upright and started to raise the Raven sigil only to stop halfway when Murray rolled to her hands and knees.
“Wuuuhhh... what's wrong with your back, baby?” Lenore called to the groaning grappler. “Finally starting to give out from carrying those other two assholes? Or maybe it's the crushing realization that even as good as you are, you're not good enough to beat--”
She would've finished with 'me' if Mina hadn't scrambled to her feet and lunged at the Fair & Radiant Maiden with her talons extend— “NNNGGGHHH!” Lenore didn't bother to dip out of the way, instead she raised a boot and THWHACKED a high kick into her opponent's face!
Mina took it on the jaw and bounced away, the weary battler turning in a half circle as she decided to occupy a less crowded portion of the squared circl—Lemarchand rushed out after her with a clubbing Forearm Smash delivered to the back of her rival's head! Murray slopped forward and might've fallen to all fours if the brunette hadn't slapped on a Waistlock and squeezed hard enough to qualify for Bear Hug status. Glancing over one shoulder even as she backpedaled to the corner, she stopped a few steps out, then squeezed a little harder before pecking a kiss against Murray's cheek. “You need to rest, Meens? I've got a spot picked out for ya.” Then she dropped her hips and bridged back, the Raven's position such that she didn't bang into the buckles, which was far more than could be said for Mina who slammed into the top and middle with an eye-watering BWUUUNG!
Mina tried to throw her arms over the top rope but the whiplash was such that they shot up straight which meant the blonde landed on her butt with a heavy thump! She was doing her best to take the whole arena off 'TILT' when Lenore plunged both hands into the Scandalous lass' battle damp hair and hauled her to verticality. The change in elevation did nothing for the wobble in her legs, especially not when Lenore palmed her head in both hands and bounced it against the top turnbuckle a few more times. “Feeling woozy, bitch?” Lenore huffed in her ear, the surging Courtier careful to press the warm cookie sheet of her tummy against the blonde's similarly feverish midsection. “I'd try to get my bearings while I can because it's only going to get worse from here on out.”
Murray's only reply was a soft groan when Lenore grabbed hold of her head and tucked it beneath her left arm in a Front Facelock. Collecting a healthy grip on her foe's waistband with her free hand, Lemarchand scraped Mina out of the buckles and swung around so she could take the spot so recently vacated by the Scandalous blonde. A quick hop set her in position on the middle rope and some insistent tugging (read: pitiless yanking) on Murray's briefs forced her to clamber onto the second strand only moments after her adversary. Noise from the crowd caused her to glance around in search of Harker or Dufresne, but apparently it was only the more salacious element among the FAWNatics cheering the ever-increasing half wedgie she'd inflicted upon Mina's defenseless buns. Deciding to reward them with her most malicious yank yet, Lemarchand timed the latest wedgie with a hefty hoist that muscled Murray off her perch and stretched her out parallel to the canvas, albeit several feet above it. Their respective frames momentarily formed a perfect ninety degree angle which promptly collapsed in on itself when the Lady in Waiting pushed off and came down flat on her back to THAWHUNK Mina's forehead against the deck with a ring-shaking Avalanche DDT!
AVALANCHE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU
Murray bounced up and tumbled over onto her back in a hapless sprawl that would've lasted a whole lot longer iF Lemarchand hadn't hauled her upright with a double fistful of hair. Stuffing the blonde's noggin between her thighs without a word of preamble, Lenore flattened both hands into paddles and SMACKED Mina's cheeks before reaching between the Californian's thighs to catch hold of her wrists. These she pulled right back on through, thus securing a Double Pumphandle that made those assembled cheer even louder when the Raven muscled her burden upside down and dropped to her butt, Lenore just SPIKING the crown of Murray's skull courtesy the Nevermore Driver!
NEVERMORE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGPTXF9B4Ps
Mina slopped over onto her side after the awful head-drop but like her previous return to the canvas she didn't stay there long because Lenore shoveled her onto her stomach. The buzz from those assembled suggested a general confusion over why she hadn't gone for the pin, though those that counted themselves longtime members of the Undkindness hipped to their heroine's plans almost as soon as she helped herself to the flattened blonde's left ankle. Lifting Mina's lower leg into the air, Lemarchand stepped forward and deftly threaded the exposed limb between her stems as she dropped down and forward to land across her opponent's upper back at a sharp angle that only increased the painful torque on her trapped leg. In the next instant she threaded her right arm across the back of Mina's neck and shoved the blonde's arm aside so she could hook under Murray'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 foe's cheek. The arrangement was already unpleasant to look at, it grew downright agonizing when Lenore rolled over onto her left side, a bit if nimble knotting that effectively transformed the not-quite STF into a madwoman's Bow & Arrow that craaaaaaaaaanked Murray's spine across the curves of her tormentor's left flank while also putting immense strain on her neck and pinioned left leg.
THE CHAMBER DOOR:
“UuuuurrggggghhhhAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!” Mina's distress started as a low groan and quickly rose to that of a shrieking kettle as she experienced the miseries locked behind The Chamber Door!
“Don't bust this out for just anyone, Meens!” Lenore chided as she jounced the S-grip harder than ever. “Not even sweet Daphne has enjoyed this one, I hope you'll tell her how it feels!”
“FUCK YOU!” Murray bellowed as she reached for the ropes with her left hand and worried at Lemarchand's grip with her right. “ONLY THING I'M TELLING HER IS HOW IT FELT TO STEP ON YOUR FUCKING THROARRRRGHHHAAAAAHHH STOP! STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Mina stopped scrabbling and started tapping, the pain in her neck and knee too much to ignore!
Lenore heard the bell but refused to disengage, the victorious Raven sinking her hooks in even deeper. “Say it, bitch.” she demanded. “Say it and I'll let you go.”
“SUBMIT!” the blonde sobbed. “I SUBMIT YOU VILE SLUT!”
Lemarchand gave the hold a final yank for good measure, then let loose and immediately slid backward under the bottom rope so her feet were on the floor by the time the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission.... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Unwilling to acknowledge the cheers just yet, the Fair & Radiant Maiden made a beeline for the Timekeeper's part of town and helped herself to one of the steel chairs that always seemed to be piled up within easy reach. “Come on you bitch.” she murmured while casting her eyes about the ringside area, Lemarchand practically willing Daphne or Lucy to make an appearance.
Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds ticked by with no sign of the other two thirds of Wicked.
Lenore was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a familiar voice called from the 'Tron. “What's wrong, shit-bird? You're looking awful jumpy these days. Where's that ice cold facade I've heard so much about?”
Eyes narrowed to dark slots as she locked in on the smirking countenance of Daphne Dufresne, Lenore snatched a mic from a nearby tech and huffed, “Your stench is finally getting to me, honey. I've been dealing with it for months, yet you remain maddeningly out of reach. And when you occasionally work up the nerve to share the building with me, you're always hiding behind Harker and Murray.”
“Hiding?” Daph snorted. “Who's hiding? You're the one who goes running every time we show up. Know what I think, Lenore? I think you're a coward. A coward who's finally realized she's running on borr--”
“Come down here and say it to my face, you gutless piece of garbage.” Lemarchand growled. “I fucking dare you.”
“Of course you do.” Dufresne replied with mock sympathy. “And of course I will. Just not quite yet. Because I want you to stew for a little bit longer, see? I want you to resign yourself to the fact that we're going to overwhelm you sooner than later. The numbers just aren't in your favor and you don't have any friends because you're an arrogant shithead with a penchant for big words.”
Lenore didn't respond at once, though the white in her knuckles suggested just how tightly she gripped the chair and the mic. Eventually she raised the latter and said, “I've got plenty of friends, I just don't lean on them to clean up trash I can deal with myself. You on the other hand, you're so unwilling to face the fact that I'm better than you that--”
“You're NOT better than me.” Daphne hissed. “You're a perpetual sidekick, a NPC that's deluded herself into thinking she's the main character. But here's the thing, shit-bird. Main characters don't run, they chase. You can run from us as long as you want. You can slip away from us as many times as you can manage... but we only have to catch you once. And when we do... you're fucking done.”
“You want to finish this, princess? Name the time and place. Just you and me, one on one. We'll see who gets treated like a NP--”
A warning shriek and a bit of movement in her peripheral vision gave Lemarchand just enough time to duck the chair Lucy Harker hadn't swung but thrown at the Raven's skull! Seemingly unconcerned by the loss of her weapon, the brunette half of Scandalous rushed down the narrow aisle and—Lenore flung the chair, but it was an awkward, one-handed thing that Lucy dodged while barely breaking her stride! Though she was still armed with the mic and eager to tear into the aggressive meddler, Lemarchand noted Mina putting herself together in the ring and she knew it'd be two one one, if not three on one in very short order. Not about to face those odds in her current condition, she pulled the mic back behind one ear to make Harker reconsider the rapid approach. But rather than abandon her last possible equalizer, the brunette dashed to the barricade and leapt into the crowd!
“That's right, RUN shit-bird!” Daphne promised as Lenore waded through the throng. “Run as hard as you want, you'll never escape us!”
“Who... who says I'm trying to get away, bitch?” Lenore still had the mic, but the cameras had lost her in the crush of humanity. “I'm running TO you. And when I finally track you down...the running stops and the screaming begins.”
“Find me then!” Dufresne bellowed at her hidden rival. “Find me and we'll see who regrets it more!”
Daphne glared around the arena like she expected an answer, but none came and after several seconds of silence she stormed out of frame while Lucy reconvened with Mina to plot their next bit of malicious manipulation.
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8wclUmYWA
Her name was echoing in the rafters as the rasping, staccato opening of Panic At the Disco's ‘Say Amen (Saturday Night)’ slunk through the speakers and the fans came to their feet to properly greet the blonde. Torn between a love for Murray’s Scandalous talents (She was just so damned hot! And so damned good!) and a hatred for her callous treatment of the opposition (She was just so damned mean!) the crowd’s dilemma got even louder when Mina brushed the curtain aside and stepped into the spotlight like she owned it, which, lets be honest, she kinda did.
MINA MURRAY:
Conspicuous by their absence was Lucy Harker and Daphne Dufresne, a condition both she and her opponent had agreed to the moment the match was announced Utterly unconcerned about going it alone tonight, Mina regarded the crowd with an expression of profound disgust, then headed down the aisle in a hip-swiveling strut that worked like alchemy in turning derisive boos into resound cheers. For her battle against the persistent, pestilent bird of yore, the Scandalous blonde was dressed in her usual heart-stopping fightin’ white one-piece that featured high cut hips, a plunging neckline and a light dusting of silver glitter. The look was completed with pristine sky-blue pads and boots.
Indifferent to the lusty jeers that followed her to the ring, Mina decided to incite the sheeple with something a bit different than the usual tandem entrance. Leaping onto the ring apron like it was nothing, Murray grabbed the top rope in both hands and slipped her left leg through, hooking it over the middle strand before tucking her ankle against the bottom strand for extra support. Secure in her perch, she brought up her right leg, cupped her heel in her right hand and proceeded to leaaaaaaaaaaaan back even as she pulled that glossy gam up into what could only be described as a Scandalous split. Finally breaking into a smile as she forcefully converted hatred into worship, Mina let go of her leg, grabbed the top rope and twisted her way into the squared circle in such a way that did nothing to slow the cheers. It was only when she put a hand to her lips, kissed it, then ‘smacked’ it against her ass did things return to normal and by then, it was time for her opponent to make an appearance.
Mina was in the midst of dodging Craig Long's pre-bell inspection when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, 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 cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the thirteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Brushing through the curtain at the sound of her name, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the ring for only a moment before she raised the Raven sigil to raucous applause that coalesced into a chant of ‘NEV-ER-MORE! NEV-ER-MORE!’ Offering the throng a knowing smile at this show of support, the Lenore started toward the squared circle intent on taking down the last obstacle between her and a most righteous vengeance against Daphne Dufresne.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight's campaign against the flaxen fiend, Lenore sported 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 knee-pads 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.
Choosing to mount the apron rather than the steps once she'd finished her journey down the ramp, Lenore moved to the center and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she could leap into position atop the rubber-coated steel. In a remarkable display of balance the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven overhead, all while keeping her eyes locked on the blonde. Mina didn't move but she sure as hell didn't drop her gaze either, so Lemarchand skipped off the top and landed in the middle of the ring with her arms spread wide.
The Raven had just touched down in the squared circle when Mina stormed out of her corner on a beeline for the center of the ring. Lenore went to DEFCON 2 and stayed that way even when the blonde stopped with several feet still between them. Blue eyes locked on her opponent, Murray sank into a deep crouch and raised the index and middle fingers of her right hand, the tips of which she quickly swept across the canvas in a line at her feet. Rising immediately thereafter, the Scandalous blonde extended her right hand to Lemarchand, only now it was just her middle finger raised.
Lenore snorted, marched over to Mina and made a point of chesting up hard enough to rock the other wrestler back a half step! Murray caught her balance and returned the favor by blatantly grinding her forehead against the brunette's, a response which earned a delighted roar from the crowd.
“Pretty bold statement for a chick who always runs in threes, Mina.” Lemarchand murmured. “Don't think you're going to distract me so easily, though. I'll still smell those idiots coming.”
Craig tried to ease a hand between the rival bendy-backs but Murray swatted it aside without once glancing in his direction. “I'm bold? Then you must be downright courageous, shit-bird. Last time we met you wouldn't get this close without a chair in your hands. And like I told you then, Luce and Daph are in the back for the duration. It's just you and me, bell to bell. All. Night. Long.”
“You're a fucking liar.” Lenore replied pleasantly.
A low, but noticeable murmur from those assembled when Mina surged over the line to put the Fair & Radiant Maiden back on her heels! “Call me a liar again and I'll slap you across the mouth you scrawny bit--”
Lemarchand pushed forward again and now it looked like the brunette and blonde were trying to walk right through one another. “Call me a bitch again and I'll make you mine.” she snapped.
“I'd like to see you try, bitRRRGGGHHH!”
Lenore snatched a huge handful of Murray's hair, yanked her head to one side and earned a raucous roar from the crowd when she CLOUTED the Californian's mouth with the a Bitch Slap! “Want more of that, creampuff?” Lemarchand shouted even as she delivered more shots to the blonde's face. “Keep running your mouth and you'll NNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mina brought her hands together high overhead to smash a Double Axehandle down on Lenore's bicep thus breaking her grip! In the same breath she dropped low, hooked her arms around the brunette's upper thighs and swept her to the deck with something that was half Double Leg Takedown and half Spinebuster!
Craig, understanding there was no sense in trying to check for foreign objects when his charges were already kicking the crap out of one another, braced himself for the challenges ahead and flicked a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell CLANGED clear and true throughout the arena, though it barely registered with Mina Murray, who'd scrambled into a seat on the brunette's stomach so she could snatch a handful of hair and pound away on Lenore's forehead with ruthless Forearm Smashes! “You scrawny, arrogant BITCH.” Murray sneered as the heavy ordinance rained down. “We could've had a nice clean match, but you had to turn it into a game of 'Cries the Hardest' and now I'll have to explain to Daphne why I ended your care—hhhrrrrgghh dammit let go!”
Raising a hasty guard to stop those Forearms even as Murray tried to rip her hair out by the roots, Lenore blocked a few more blows, then dropped the defenses to snatch hold of the blonde's wrist! A furious bit of struggling followed, with no clear strategy emerging until Lemarchand halved her grip on Mina's wrist and took hold of her foe's middle finger. “OOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAHK!” Murray threw back her head and yowled in pain when Lenore tried to bend that finger back so it was pointing up Murray's arm!
“You really wanna play Cries the Hardest with me, Murray?” chided Lenore as she continued with the small joint manipulation. “I'll have you blubbering loud enough for the whole arena to heRRGGHH! RRGGHHH! RRRRGGGHH!”
Mina couldn't free her hand from the brunette's grip so she tightened her own hold on the Raven's hair and yanked her head off the canvas just to THWHUNK it back down once, twice, thrice! Thee proved a magic number as it so often did and Lenore abandoned her hold while Mina scrambled to verticality and backed off with that aching hand stuffed beneath her armpit.
Cringing as she touched a hand to the sore spot on her scalp, Lemarchand stood up without taking her attention off of the snarling blonde. “You want to play a game, bitch?” she called loud enough for the ringside mics to pick it up. “Then why don't we make this submissions only?”
Mina scowled as she tended to her sore finger. “VERBAL submissions only and you're on.” the blonde countered. “No honorable tapping out for you, shit-bird. I want you sobbing in front of the whole world, just like a good little bitch.”
“Then you're gonna have to do it all by yourself, bench-warmer.” Lenore snapped. Smirking at the snarl that crossed Murray's face, the brunette raised her left hand and curled those fingers into a welcoming claw. “Think you're up for the challenge?”
Mina didn't waste a breath on words, she simply strolled over, raised her left hand and SLAPPED it against the brunette's waiting palm. Their fingers locked in an instant though neither wrestler offered any pressure since the Test was not yet complete. That changed the instant Lemarchand's right palm touched Murray's left, indeed it was like the wrestlers became a completed circuit, snapping into each other with an soft but audible thump as they went chest to chest. With blonde and brunette nearly identical in terms of height, weight and build, it was no surprise that the opening moments yielded no obvious winner, not that the thrumming, near-immobility of the tableau stopped the capacity crowd from cheering at the top of their collective lungs.
“Is that all you've got?” Mina huffed in her foe's ear after almost fifteen seconds had ticked off the clock. “I thought you wanted to kick my ass, but I've had better push-back from Peleton instructors.”
“You don't have any ass to kick, sweetness.” Lenore grunted in response. “That's why I'm going to submit you instead. Might still put you over my knee when this is all over. Talking to me with that sort of 'tude suggests you need a spankOOOOWWWWW FUCK YOU!”
Murray earned a loud screech from her adversary when she leaned in close and chomped down on the soft meat between Lenore's left shoulder and the base of her neck! The Raven keened as Mina continued to gnaw, yet rather than call to Craig for a break she shifted one finger ever so slightly and pressed down HARD on the lowest knuckle of Murray's middle finger, the one she's tried to realign only a few moments prior. Mina grimaced and huffed around her mouthful of brunette meat but it wasn't enough of a deterrent to stop her from biting. In fact she chomped a little harder and jabbed a Kneelift into the brunette's flank to make things a little more miserable.
Smiling through the increasing burn on the side of her neck, Lenore put her lips close to Mina's ear and murmured, “Yeah, you DO fight like a second banana. No wonder I had to add 'that blonde in Wicked' when I told my fans who's ass I was going to kick at this shOOORRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Murray bit that much harder, then pumped no less than three Kneelifts into the pit of Lemarchand's stomach just above her belly button! Continuing to gnash and bite even as Lenore's knees began to tremble beneath the strain, Murray suddenly pulled away and delivered a teasing kiss to the welt she'd raised. “You can tell your loser fans I'm the only one that made you--”
“Moan when I sat on your face?” the Fair & Radiant Maiden interrupted. “I knew that little button nose of yours would be good for someHHHRRGGHH!”
Mina skewered the brunette's tummy with her sharpest Kneelift yet, then shot up on tiptoes and pushed doooooooooooown until Lenore sank to her knees! Taking a moment to waggle her hips after she'd force Lemarchand to the canvas, Mina flipped hair out of her eyes, then jounced in place to put even more strain on the brunette's wrists. “Say mercy if you've had enough!” she barked at the penitent battler. “And not for the ref, honey! I want you to tell all these losers you can't hack it in the ring with me!”
Lenore shook her head 'no', the response a combination of incredulity and caution since Craig Long had crept in close to the action. “Oh please.” she grunted while trying to steady out the shiver in her arms. “Like I'm going to tap out to... who are you again? An undiscovered Kaiser sistNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Mina hop-stomped in place, the force of her landing putting more strain on the Raven's bent wrists! “Say my name, bitch.” the Californian cooed. “Say it before I break your delicate little wrists!”
“Sure, sure!” Lenore sobbed. “But you gotta tell me first! Are you Krystal ErNGH!”
Mina drilled a Kneelift between Lemarchand's eyes. “Mina Murray, you outclassed slut.” she murmured. “Now scream it out before AAAARRRHH!”
Lenore couldn't free her hands from the blonde's grasp, but she could bring Murray's grasp quite a bit closer to her mouth, which was exactly she she did before sinking her teeth into the meat at the base of Murray's left thumb! Mina squealed and tried to draw away but now it was Lenore holding on tighter than ever while she clambered upright. “You crazy fuck!” Murray threw more knees, though they didn't land as flush with Lemarchand able to pivot her hips this way and that. “Get your nasty little teeth away from OOOFFFFHH!”
Lenore caught her with a Toe Kick to the pit of the stomach, a sharp blow that doubled the blonde over! A second Toe Kick dropped the Scandalous blonde to her knees and allowed Lenore to shrug off the remnants of the Test to take possession of her foe's wrists. Taking a big step back to draw Murray's arms in her direction, the Raven let out a low whistle to draw her foe's attention. Sure enough, Mina raised her head and that's when Lemarchand yanked on those captured wrists while simultaneously lunging forward to THWHACK the point of her right knee between the penitent wrestler's eyes!
DOUBLE WRISTLOCK KNEESTRIKE @ 2:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGhMO0K1ApY
Murray's head snapped back and the rest of her followed along, the force of the backlash strong enough to wrench her left wrist free of the Courtier's grasp. Lenore kept hold of the right however and she used it to haul the woozy battler back onto her knees and then down flat on her stomach when the Fair & Radiant Maiden dropped to a seat. Doubling down on her control on Mina's right wrist, Lenore stretched her legs into a narrow 'V' that promptly 'smecked' shut once it'd welcomed her opponent's head and left arm! Quick to tug Murray's arm at such an angle that her bicep was snug against her own throat, Lemarchand hooked her right leg around the back of Mina's head, then threw her left calf over top her right shin and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on a dangerous Triangle Choke!
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdkfOzh-bEU
“Give up!” Lenore barked as she rocked her hips and jostled her legs to increase the strain of the hold. Mina only coughed out a curse and fought to her knees, so the brunette halved her grip on Murray's wrist and reached around to catch her right foot in her left hand and thus pull the Triangle even tighter! “Don't even think about tapping out!” she added when a grimacing Mina stretched out her free hand. Lenore knew she was looking to catch hold of the ropes, but she had no qualms bending the truth to make Murray look like a quitter. “You wanted verbal submissions, you're gonna get your wish, honNNGGGHHH!”
Mina flattened her left hand into a paddle she promptly CLAPPED against Lenore's face! To make matters worse (or better, depending on your loyalties) she crooked her fingers into a claw and dragged them down the brunette's cheek a few times before helping herself to a huge hank of hair! “Bitch.” Murray hissed at the other bendy-back. “You're not gonna choke me out like some punEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Lenore let go of her ankle and laid claim to the Californian's nose which she proceeded to twist over and over and over again! “Oh, I don't know how I'm going to choke you out.” Lenore worked her shoulders from side to side to make sure she wasn't pinning herself while continuing to bear down on the Scissors and wrench her opponent's nose. “But I AM going to choke you out, Meens. And I hope you're brave enough to tell Daphne exactly how it felt to--”
“BREAK!” Mina punctuated the demand by stuffing a few punches into the brunette's ribs just above her right hip. “Break the fucking hold, loser!”
Lenore wouldn't have acknowledged such an order if the referee hadn't backed it up, but damned if Craig wasn't hurrying over to the action and a quick glance around confirmed that Murray had in fact stretched her left leg back far enough to drape that ankle over the bottom rope! Lenore nodded understanding, shifted her attention back to the blonde and proceeded to squeeze harder than ever while mouthing along with Long's count. 'ONE! TWO! THREE!' She released Murray's nose on 'THREE!' balled that hand into a fist and drilled a Hammer Punch into the bridge of her nose on 'FOUR!'
Breaking the Triangle in the same breath, she filled both hands with the blonde's hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the squared circle. Scrambling to verticality a moment thereafter, she hauled Mina up as well, then swooped 'round behind and went low to pick her foe's left ankle in both hands.
“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” Mina hopped in place when Lemarchand pulled her leg up into the air and gave that ankle a painful twist!
“You wanna give? Huh? Huh?” the Raven stepped back and continued to work the vulnerable joint.
“NO!” Murray bobbed in place and windmilled her arms in an effort to remain upright. “Stop wasting my fucking time, nerd! You'll never make me subWHOAH!” Lemarchand yanked the Wicked lovely backward and welcomed her into a snug Waistlock! Hands locked tight across her foe's navel, Lenore sank into a deep crouch, then popped her hips to take Murray up, over and down, the blonde THWHUMPING down hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlmqiOTiRd8
Craig was already close to the action so he swooped in beside his charges when Lemarchand pushed up on tiptoe, but rather than hold the bridge she twisted over into a seat that forced Mina to do the same thing. Now snuggled in behind her adversary, Lenore threaded her legs around the blonde's waist and began to squeeze! The Bodyscissors made Murray groan, but she didn't actually cry out until the Lady in Waiting reached up under her armpits, crossed one wrist over the other and SANK her claws into Mina's bounty! All smiles as her left hand crushed Murray's right breast and vice versa, Lemarchand gouged the point of her chin into the left side of Murray's neck and cooed, “When was the last time you tapped out to save your titties? Actually, when was the last time you pleaded to save your titties? Don't worry if you can't remember, I'm about to set that clock back to zer—rrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Rather than worry at the claws attacking her chest, Mina clenched her hands into a single fist, then set her elbows against the insides of Lenore's knees and began to dig away at the Scissors! “Yuuuhhhh... your prissy little press-on nails aren't even going to break the skin.” Murray grunted as she worked to weaken the brunette's gams. “But I'll be happy to bust you open before I make you cry like a babooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuck you!”
The brunette wasn't one to go after the opposition's soft spots without previously enduring similar punishment first, but Mina Murray and the other members of Wicked had earned no such goodwill, which was why she narrowed her focus to the blonde's nipples without a moment's hesitation. “Did you remember to wear the hard working mascara tonight, Meens?” Lenore chided as she pulled and plucked, twisted and tweaked. “I'd hate to have you looking like a slutty raccoon less than ten minutes into the matgrrrhhhhhhhh vicious brat!”
Murray's elbow work hadn't broken the Scissors, but it had loosened them to the point she could set her hands against the Raven's inner thighs and clamp down hard enough to make Lemarchand wince! “I don't need hard-working ANYTHING to beat your ass.” she told the grimacing brunette. “You're the most overrated piece of shit I've ever had the misfortune to beat RRRHHHH MMMPPPPHHHHHH!”
Much as she liked putting hard miles on Mina's bust, Lenore relinquished those claws so she could cup one hand over the blonde's mouth and nose and the other over her eyes! Kicking her legs up a little higher so she could put even more pressure on the Scissors, Lemarchand clamped down on her foe's face and hissed, “Let's see you say that when the Announcer calls my name at the end of the match. Hell, let's see you say much of anything other than 'leave me aloOOOWWW!”
Murray grabbed hold of Lenore's wrists and repaid a favor from earlier in the contest by biting her attacker's palm! The Fair & Radiant Maiden shrieked, pulled her hands away and grabbed hold of the blonde's hai—Mina drew her head forward only to snap it backward, the Californian's noggin THUNKING Lemarchand in the forehead! The Scissors loosened to the point that Murray could've shrugged her way loose, so it spoke to her disdain for the brunette when she leaned forward and delivered another jarring Headbutt! Pushing Lenore away with some rude elbows, Mina got to her feet and took a few steps away only to hop forward on her left foot to THWHACK a Basement Super Kick into the seated wrestler's skull!
BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKZsDBofAoM
Lemarchand flopped out flat on her back with both arms stretched out overhead, an arrangement that suited Mina just fine. Allowing herself a moment to 'flick' her outfit back into place, the Cruel Californian raised a foot and STOMPED down on the pit of her foe's stomach! Lenore gaped and sat up, both arms crossed over her tummy as she fought to draw a full breath. As for Murray, she moved to the brunette's feet, wheeled around and ran the ropes in front of her seated adversary. She returned heartbeats later, Mina never breaking stride before she left the canvas in a low hop that was still high enough for her to brace both feet against the Raven's chest and push down as hard as she could! Lemarchand was knocked flat, the back of her skull bouncing off the mat with an awkward THUNK!
RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQQLzQ8ve7o
“You're gonna lick my boots when this is done, skank.” Murray sneered as she stalked a mean little circle around the flattened brunette. “And I'm going to make you beg for the privilege. In the meantime...” Mina wedged a boot under Lenore's ribs and shoveled her onto her belly. In the same instant she stepped over, planted a foot on either side of the bendy-back's hips and dropped to a seat, Mina concentrating every bit of her hundred and thirty-three pounds into the Butt Bomb she detonated against the small of Lemarchand's back!
Lenore groaned and tried to wriggle out from underneath the Scandalous battler, but Murray was having none of that. Grabbing the other wrestler's braid with both hands, Mina craaaaaaaaaaaaanked her opponent's head back at a sharp angle and jostled it back and forth until Craig came over and issued a warning. Mina released without comment, not that this meant anything to the Raven. Indeed her situation went from bad to worse when Murray clamped down on her biceps and pulled them up and back over the sturdy planks of her thighs. Lenore, who'd endured some truly torturous stretches in the Camel Clutch throughout her career, knew the hold well enough to press her chin tight against her breastbone before the blonde could hook her chi—“EERRRGGHH!”
Undeterred by the brunette's defenses, Murray wrapped Lenore's braid around her left hand and pulled it taut so she could deliver several sharp slaps to the side of her opponent's face. “Gimme your chin, beeyotch.” Mina extended her index finger and cheerily gouged it into Lemarchand's cheek. “Unless you want me to tear your face apa—”
“Do your worst, cupcake.” Lenore interrupted. “Assuming you even can without Lucy and Daphne to back you AAAARRRHHHH!”
Mina released the hair-hold, flattened that hand into a paddle and SMACKED her opponent's left ear! Credit where credit is due, the Fair & Radiant Maiden still didn't give up her chin, unfortunately Mina managed to slip two fingers of her right hand into the corner of Lenore's mouth and pull back as hard as she could! One fishhook begat another and it wasn't long before the Scandalous blonde mirrored her grip on the left to craaaaaaaannnnnnk Lemarchand's head back at a sharp, unpleasant angle.
“Hi there, cutie!” Murray purred as she smirked down into Lenore's pained countenance. “Do you want to tap out now or do I have to shred your face first? Or I could spit in it, you look like the kind of bitch that would like--”
“Fuck around and find out, Meens.” Lenore growled through clenched teeth. “I mean it, bitch. Fuck around and find NNNGGGGHHH!”
Murray switched from her Fishhooks to a more traditional Chinlock so she could put even more strain on the bendy-back's neck! As if that wasn't bad enough, the blonde made a show of pursing her lips in such a fashion that suggested she might take the Courtier up on her off—“MWAH!” Mina leaned down and planted a taunting kiss on Lenore's forehead before she murmured, “I intend to, loser. But I'll do it on MY time.” With that she bounced in place, the domineering battler driving her dangerous derriere into the small of Lemarchand's back even as she PULLED that much harder on the Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TtC5-tuikg
“SUBMIT HONEY!” Murray demanded over Lenore's wails of pain and the ever-increasing volume of 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chants. “Submit or I'll break those delicate little bird bones!”
“What do you say, Lenore?” Craig asked while Lenore groaned and swatted ineffectually at the Californian's thighs. “Can you continue? If you need me to call it I--”
Cheers from the Unkindness when their heroine fought to her knees despite the noticeable handicap of a motivated rider. This return to verticality might've continued beyond that spot if Mina hadn't done the same and immediately THUMPED every bit of her weight down on the brunette's spine with another Butt Bomb! That put Lenore back on the canvas, though she didn't get to stay there long as Murray quickly hooked her index and middle fingers into the brunette's nostrils to peel her off the floor at Mina's leisure!
“BIDGE!” the Raven squawked as she was quite literally led around by the nose. “GED YOR NAZDEE FHINGURS OUDDA MY NNNGGGHHH!”
Mina did, only to flatten both hands into paddles that she promptly CLAPPED against Lemarchand's ears in a Mongolian Chop! Lenore stumbled forward, crumpled to one knee, then hoisted herself up only to get caught by the waistband and reeled backward into a huge Overhand Slap that CRAAACKED between her shoulders! From there Murray glommed onto the brunette's right shoulder and turned her around in a half circle to CRAAACK a huge Palm Strike / Bitch Slap offa her foe's cheek! Mina followed with an identical shot from the left, then whipped around and lashed out with her right hand for a Back Fist that THWHAPPED Lemarchand's right ear! Lenore should've just taken a knee but she remained stubbornly upright, meaning Murray was in perfect position to finish her Scandalous Flurry with a huge Roundhouse that THWHACKED offa her prey's skull!
SCANDALOUS FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_MScZWBm6Q
Lenore went down like a felled tree but she didn't make it all the way to the mat because a quick-moving Mina grabbed a double handful of hair and wedged the brunette's noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors! In the next instant she slipped both arms around Lemarchand's waist and muscled her up into a slumped seat atop the blonde's shoulders. Murray shot up on tiptoe just because she could, then slung her burden forward and down, just THAWHAMMING Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders with a massive Powerbomb! The squared circle was still shaking when Mina stuffed her shoulders into the pits of Lenore's knees and leaned forward, the blonde gluing her foe's shoulders to the deck with a Matchbook good for...
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOVGEw_U7-g
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lenore kicked out with half a second to spare, the ruffled Raven looking far from regal as she twitched and groaned on the canvas. “Suuuuhhhh... sneaking bitch.” Lemarchand muttered as she turned over onto her stomach. “What happened to verbal submissiHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Murray charged in, went low and BURIED both heels in her opponent's ribs with a vicious Baseball Slide Dropkick! “Oh, I'll still make you scream for the hard cam, don't worry about that.” the blonde scoffed as she 'flicked' her trunks back into place. “But I might pin ya beforehand, just so there's no whining about rope breaks when the torment starts.” Lenore was too busy wheezing to offer a proper response to that, so Mina helped herself to the brunette's braid and hauled her to boot-leather before switching over to a Wristlock. A quick Shoulderblock to the tits rocked Lemarchand back on her heels, meaning she was already off balance when Murray dropped into a deep crouch and slung her into the strands with an Irish Wh—Mina clamped down tight when she should've let go and hauled her victim back the way she'd came just to swoop around behind and hook her left arm around Lemarchand's throat. The Wicked warrior clamped down on her own right bicep and hopped into the air, Mina clamping a Scissors around Lenore's waist with an audible 'SMECK!
Right hand palming the back of her foe's skull, Murray squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Scissors and Sleeper as tight as she could and teased, “Or maybe I'll just leave you knocked out and drooling right the fuck now. How would you like that, shit-bird?”
Still no answer from Lenore. She wasn't about to waste any oxygen on a reply and even if she had some to spare, the whole of her attention was focused on trying to create some separation between Murray's forearm and her windpipe. Easier said than done however, Mina had her hooks in deep and the crushing strain of the Scissors made breathing even more difficult. Indeed it wasn't long before Lemarchand's knees were trembling, her thighs jittering with the exertion of exertion of holding her attacker aloft. “Give it up!” Mina demanded after she'd jostled the Sleeper back and forth a bit. “Sob it as loud as you can or I'll strip you bare when this is all ovRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Raven couldn't make Mina break her grip so she made the blonde question her choices by scoring her forearm from elbow to wrist over and over again! Murray grimaced, shook her head 'no' and tried to break Lemarchand's ribs with another crushing constriction. “Not enough!” she tittered to the rasping, red-faced beauty. “Go on and start blubbering, beeyotch! Don't think I'll let you go when that delicate little wrist drops three timeWHOOOAAAHHRRGGGH!”
Desperate for an escape hatch as her vision began to tunnel, Lenore dug her nails into the undersides of Mina's thighs and threw it into full reverse! Her gait was far from lovely, indeed it looked like the Lady in Waiting was just about to tumble to the deck with each new step, but damned if she wasn't still going full speed when she BWUUUNGED Murray spine-first into the turnbuckles! Mina cried out and both holds loosened considerably, alas Lenore didn't get to draw more than a single deep breath when the Scandalous blonde squeezed tighter than ever!
“Not enough, fucker.” Mina giggled even as she ground her chin into crown of Lemarchand' skull. “You better start quitting now, before I make you say it into my trunkSSEERRGGH! RRRGGHH! RRRGGGGHHH!”
Lenore trudged forward, then threw herself backward once, twice, three times in a row! None of the individual blows proved strong enough to break Mina's grasp, but their combined efforts loosened the holds to such a degree that Lemarchand was able to draw in several ragged breaths. Finally confident enough in her own reserves to stop scratching at the blonde's forearm, Lenore reached back with her left hand and helped herself to a whole lot of Mina's hair. Her right hand went low, hooking under Murray's right knee with enough vigor to 'hup' the blonde up a little higher. With the FAWNatics murmuring about what came next, the Fair & Radiant Maiden tromped forward just to hurl herself backward in a short, but emphatic collection that popped the Scissors wide open. Mina's left leg dropped away while her right remained hooked tight by the brunette, a development she didn't register until Lenore rushed out to the middle of the ring and snapped forward and down, the brunette slinging her burden up and over her left shoulder before dropping to a seat to THAWHAM the blonde flat on her back!
LEFT FIELD MICHINOKU DRIVER @ 2:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OfzbUw12oA
The improvised Michinoku Driver planted Mina in such a way that left her in perfect position for a pin, yet Lenore never even considered a cover. Instead she splashed down in a north-south arrangement and wrapped one arm around Mina's upper thighs while simultaneously threading her own legs around the blonde's skull. The initial squeeze earned a soft groan from her adversary and other circumstances that would've been a fine start, yet tonight the Fair & Radiant Maiden was feeling anything but so she reached down with her free hand, grabbed a massive hank of Murray's flaxen locks and loosened the Scissors just enough to yank the Scandalous battler's head up a few inches higher. Ankles locking the moment she felt Mina's chin snuggle in against the southern curve of her glutes, Lenore relinquished the hair-hold to double down on thigh control even as she squeeeeeeeezed the Reverse Headscissors with all her might!
“EEEERRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!” Mina Murray writhed like a snake with a broken back, the normally icy battler gasping in undeniable anguish as Lemarchand tried to crush her into submission (or at the very least unconsciousness) with the simple hold.
“Give up!” Lenore demanded in the midst of cupping her own elbows to add even more pressure to the improvised Bear Hug she had strapped around the Californian's upper thighs. “I mean it, cupcake! Tap out or I'll break your jaw!”
Loathing the sound of blood pounding at her temples, a pink-faced Mina flattened both hands into paddles and SLAPPED those encroaching glutes as hard as she could! “Fuck you!” she snarled at the resurgent brunette. “You don't have what it takes to threaten me, let alone hurt meRRRRGGGHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Lenore bore down that much harder, the bendy-back's long stems thrumming like high tension wires as she worked to change Murray's mind. As for Craig Long, he damned well knew he couldn't make Mina reconsider, but he wanted to make sure his charge was aware of all her options because the flush in her face was growing redder by the second. “What do you say, Mina? Do you need me to call for the bell? If you can't continue just say the word and—”
A combination of jeers and salacious whistles from those assembled when Murray curled both hands into fists and shut the zebra's mouth with identically raised middle fingers! Lenore noted this blatant disrespect for the official and made Murray pay for it with a pulsation so strong it flattened one hand into a paddle that wavered dangerously above the canvas. “Tap all you want,” she hissed. “You're not going anywhere until I hear you say AAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Simply swatting the Raven's glutes had done jack-all, Mina had to (grudgingly) admit, so she slipped her thumbs into the leg-holes of Lemarchand's purple briefs and snatched hold of her waistband to unleash a wedgie so severe it might've been a magic trick! Baring her teeth in a hateful smile as she began to yank the distended material back and forth, Murray huffed, “Whuuuuu...why don't you give up, nerd? I pull too hard and I might just hook this thing over your pointy little no—HNGH! Ooohhh! Oh bitch, don't you fucking dare!”
Lenore, who'd shifted her torso to the right so she could SLAP her left hand down between the blonde's thighs, extended her middle and ring fingers into a claw and vigorously rubbed the defenseless lycra! Seemingly unfazed by the malice in her foe's voice, Lemarchand increased the pace of her attack and grunted, “You climbed into my trunks, so I climbed into yours! Want me out? Fix that fucking wedgie and I'll think about OOOOOOOOHHHH BITCH!”
Threats be damned, Mina pulled even harder, her arms fully extended at a near perfect forty-five degrees to put even more strain on those distended briefs! “Nuuuhhhh... no prisoners in this wedgie war, shit-bird!” Murray giggled in spite of the hellacious pressure of the Headscissors. “You're gonna have to raise the white flag before I let you goAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH YOU EVIL SLUT!”
Lenore stopped rubbing and started clawing, the veteran Apartment House wrestler letting her well-manicured talons inflict an insidious punishment on her Scandalous adversary! “That's right, Meens.” she growled. “And I can make it a whole lot worse if you don't start bawling right noNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Slapping the claw on Mina's crotch had certainly inflicted heavy damage, yet it had also halved the brunette's control over Murray's legs and the blonde capitalized by THUMPING a few short, awkward Kneelifts into Lenore's chest once she was able to tune out the nauseating pain radiating from her center. The last one made Lemarchand see stars and she abandoned the Headscissors with a grunt, the stunned brunette rolling in one direction while Mina immediately flopped onto one side and drew in great tearing gasps while tending to her aching crotch.
Not too far away Lenore had the heel of one hand pressed to her forehead while her other hand gingerly plucked and pulled at that hateful wedgie. As the only one standing, Craig Long allowed his charges several seconds to recover but when it ticked by with neither making a move toward verticality, he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...” Murray turned onto her stomach and slowly fought to all fours. Elsewhere, Lemarchand flopped onto her back and sat up like a woman with every intention of smashing the alarm clock the instant she laid hands upon it. These partial recoveries earned a cheer from the FAWNatics, but did nothing to halt the zebra's count. “FIVE... SIX... SEVEN...”
Lenore laid back down, then brought both knees up to her chest and kicked out hard enough to land on her feet in a gorgeous kip-up! Raven sigil already raised high over her head, the brunette barked out, “GET UP, MINA! YOU'RE NOT GOING OUT THAT EAS--”
Murray braced both hands and the crown of her skull against the canvas, then threw herself into a gorgeous front flip that returned her to verticality in front of the startled brunette! The Scandalous lass walked right into the Courtier with a chest bump that set her back on her heels and provided more than enough room for Mina to lash out with a Bitch Slap that CRACKED Lemarchand across the mouth!
“Keep your mouth shut, nerd.” Mina put her forehead to the other wrestler's temple so she could hiss in Lenore's ear. “From now on I want absolute silence unless you're sobbing for mer—”
Lenore brought both hands up and treated Murray to a hard shove immediately followed by a straight left hand to the mouth! The blonde stumbled hard but caught her balance, one hand flying to her bottom lip which she was fairly certain the miserable bitch had busted op—“Red looks cute on you.” Lemarchand cooed in Mina's ever even as the blonde ran a thumb across the ril of red on her chin. “Don't wanna use too much though, otherwise it could overwhelm your slutty white tru—NGGGH!”
Mina unleashed a shove of her own and followed with a Haymaker to the cheek that put her foe's head on a swivel. Her counterattack earned an emphatic 'BOO!' from the crowd, but Lenore changed their tune to 'YAY!' with an answering shot that had Murray growling low in the back of her throat. An exchange of contemptuous glances was more than enough to set the rivals loose on one another, the pace of their flying fists so fast and fierce that the crowd's call and response quickly ran together as two-syllable nonsense indistinguishable from the general roar.
Caught near the center of this whirlwind of violence, Craig Long did his best to keep his charges brawling above board even after each had snatched a handful of hair to steady her foe's head for easier punchin'. Alas, all his threats and warnings produced no noticeable results so he finally stepped back and ordered, “Open those hands or I'll call for the bell right now ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lemarchand and Murray broke it up with a mutual disgusted shove, then CRACKED her opponent's mouth with identical Bitch Slaps! Each lass took the blow flush and immediately retaliated not with another slap or Haymaker, but blink and you'll miss 'em High Kicks that THWHACKED off the other woman's skull! No soaking shots like those, the Raven and the Scandalmonger went down like felled trees after the flurry of vertical violence!
Startled, yet somehow not surprised to find himself the only one standing again, the referee only waited a few moments before starting the standing ten count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...”
The wounded bendy-backs hauled themselves upright but facing in opposite directions so that neither was aware of her opponent's location. This changed when they stumbled backward, bumped shoulders and whipped around on the spot, Mina proving half a heartbeat quicker with the Toe Kick she leveled at Lemarchand's tum—Lenore caught the Californian's ankle in both hands and—THWHACK! Murray turned her around on the spot with a stiff Enzugiri that caromed off the side of the Fair & Radiant Maiden's skull! Lenore did an about-face but didn't take a knee so Mina rushed up on her six and wrenched the brunette's arms high overhead with a Half Nelson. She wrapped her other arm around the Courtier's tummy, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Lemarchand up, over, and very emphatically DOWN with a Half Nelson Suplex that dropped her square on the back of her head and shoulders!
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgP3ONHfcHM
The force of it sent Lenore tumbling backward onto her knees, a position she occupied until the Wicked Warrior circled around behind and grabbed a double handful of hair. Yanking the wobbly-legged battler to her feet in a series of fits and starts, Mina wrenched her head back at an awkward angle and stuffed if beneath her right armpit in an Inverted Facelock. Soon as the grip was secured Murray kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to once again THWHAM the base of Lemarchand's skull against the thinly-sheathed canvas!
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KF7mU_etT9o
Murray might've called for a submissions only affair earlier in the contest, but that desire had apparently fled as she threw herself atop the flattened Raven and hooked the far leg for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore twitched a shoulder into the air to deny Mina her victory by the slimmest of margins!
And of course the Scandalous lass took this all in stride, which was to say she leapt to her feet just to bend down and CRACK half a dozen slaps across her opponent's face! “Stay down, you sack of shit!” she barked. “You're no match for Lucy, no match for Daphne, and sure as hell, no (SLAP!) match (SLAP!) for (SLAP!) ME!” (SLAP!)
“That's enough of that, Mina.” Craig noted as the blonde stood up to shake the tingle from her palm. “No one in the history of FAWN has ever talked anyone into staying down, so maybe try a more productive track?”
“Look at that.” Murray scoffed. “A good idea from an idiot. Thanks, All Night!”
With that she bent down and laid claim to Lenore's left wrist and ankle, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her over into the shadow of the nearest turnbuckle. Making a point to stomp on the brunette's tummy after she'd dropped those limp limbs, Mina hopped off, then swatted her own forehead and turned around to head toward the buckles (and stomp Lenore's abs a second time, of course). Despite the ferocity of the bout thus far, Murray had an obvious spring in her step as she grabbed the top rope and boosted herself into a feline crouch in the high rent district. Rising to her full height as the crowd funneled jeers in her direction, the Cruel Californian answered with the Wicked 'W' before transitioning to an upraised middle finger. The noise reached fever pitch after that, meaning Mina was cleared flip out into the void, the dangerous blonde bombshell fashioning executing a flawless Sky Twister Press that brought her down flush across her prey's upturned knees!
Murray bounced from the landing into an awkward looking seat, her back frozen into a sinuous curve that might've been called elegant if not for the agony stamped upon her face. Lenore wasn't faring much better, though she at least seemed capable of movement even if it was just sitting up and dragging herself to the corner Mina had so recently occupied. Treating herself to a few deep breaths as she reached up to grab hold of the top rope, Lemarchand pulled herself upright and started to raise the Raven sigil only to stop halfway when Murray rolled to her hands and knees.
“Wuuuhhh... what's wrong with your back, baby?” Lenore called to the groaning grappler. “Finally starting to give out from carrying those other two assholes? Or maybe it's the crushing realization that even as good as you are, you're not good enough to beat--”
She would've finished with 'me' if Mina hadn't scrambled to her feet and lunged at the Fair & Radiant Maiden with her talons extend— “NNNGGGHHH!” Lenore didn't bother to dip out of the way, instead she raised a boot and THWHACKED a high kick into her opponent's face!
Mina took it on the jaw and bounced away, the weary battler turning in a half circle as she decided to occupy a less crowded portion of the squared circl—Lemarchand rushed out after her with a clubbing Forearm Smash delivered to the back of her rival's head! Murray slopped forward and might've fallen to all fours if the brunette hadn't slapped on a Waistlock and squeezed hard enough to qualify for Bear Hug status. Glancing over one shoulder even as she backpedaled to the corner, she stopped a few steps out, then squeezed a little harder before pecking a kiss against Murray's cheek. “You need to rest, Meens? I've got a spot picked out for ya.” Then she dropped her hips and bridged back, the Raven's position such that she didn't bang into the buckles, which was far more than could be said for Mina who slammed into the top and middle with an eye-watering BWUUUNG!
Mina tried to throw her arms over the top rope but the whiplash was such that they shot up straight which meant the blonde landed on her butt with a heavy thump! She was doing her best to take the whole arena off 'TILT' when Lenore plunged both hands into the Scandalous lass' battle damp hair and hauled her to verticality. The change in elevation did nothing for the wobble in her legs, especially not when Lenore palmed her head in both hands and bounced it against the top turnbuckle a few more times. “Feeling woozy, bitch?” Lenore huffed in her ear, the surging Courtier careful to press the warm cookie sheet of her tummy against the blonde's similarly feverish midsection. “I'd try to get my bearings while I can because it's only going to get worse from here on out.”
Murray's only reply was a soft groan when Lenore grabbed hold of her head and tucked it beneath her left arm in a Front Facelock. Collecting a healthy grip on her foe's waistband with her free hand, Lemarchand scraped Mina out of the buckles and swung around so she could take the spot so recently vacated by the Scandalous blonde. A quick hop set her in position on the middle rope and some insistent tugging (read: pitiless yanking) on Murray's briefs forced her to clamber onto the second strand only moments after her adversary. Noise from the crowd caused her to glance around in search of Harker or Dufresne, but apparently it was only the more salacious element among the FAWNatics cheering the ever-increasing half wedgie she'd inflicted upon Mina's defenseless buns. Deciding to reward them with her most malicious yank yet, Lemarchand timed the latest wedgie with a hefty hoist that muscled Murray off her perch and stretched her out parallel to the canvas, albeit several feet above it. Their respective frames momentarily formed a perfect ninety degree angle which promptly collapsed in on itself when the Lady in Waiting pushed off and came down flat on her back to THAWHUNK Mina's forehead against the deck with a ring-shaking Avalanche DDT!
AVALANCHE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU
Murray bounced up and tumbled over onto her back in a hapless sprawl that would've lasted a whole lot longer iF Lemarchand hadn't hauled her upright with a double fistful of hair. Stuffing the blonde's noggin between her thighs without a word of preamble, Lenore flattened both hands into paddles and SMACKED Mina's cheeks before reaching between the Californian's thighs to catch hold of her wrists. These she pulled right back on through, thus securing a Double Pumphandle that made those assembled cheer even louder when the Raven muscled her burden upside down and dropped to her butt, Lenore just SPIKING the crown of Murray's skull courtesy the Nevermore Driver!
NEVERMORE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGPTXF9B4Ps
Mina slopped over onto her side after the awful head-drop but like her previous return to the canvas she didn't stay there long because Lenore shoveled her onto her stomach. The buzz from those assembled suggested a general confusion over why she hadn't gone for the pin, though those that counted themselves longtime members of the Undkindness hipped to their heroine's plans almost as soon as she helped herself to the flattened blonde's left ankle. Lifting Mina's lower leg into the air, Lemarchand stepped forward and deftly threaded the exposed limb between her stems as she dropped down and forward to land across her opponent's upper back at a sharp angle that only increased the painful torque on her trapped leg. In the next instant she threaded her right arm across the back of Mina's neck and shoved the blonde's arm aside so she could hook under Murray'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 foe's cheek. The arrangement was already unpleasant to look at, it grew downright agonizing when Lenore rolled over onto her left side, a bit if nimble knotting that effectively transformed the not-quite STF into a madwoman's Bow & Arrow that craaaaaaaaaanked Murray's spine across the curves of her tormentor's left flank while also putting immense strain on her neck and pinioned left leg.
THE CHAMBER DOOR:
“UuuuurrggggghhhhAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!” Mina's distress started as a low groan and quickly rose to that of a shrieking kettle as she experienced the miseries locked behind The Chamber Door!
“Don't bust this out for just anyone, Meens!” Lenore chided as she jounced the S-grip harder than ever. “Not even sweet Daphne has enjoyed this one, I hope you'll tell her how it feels!”
“FUCK YOU!” Murray bellowed as she reached for the ropes with her left hand and worried at Lemarchand's grip with her right. “ONLY THING I'M TELLING HER IS HOW IT FELT TO STEP ON YOUR FUCKING THROARRRRGHHHAAAAAHHH STOP! STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Mina stopped scrabbling and started tapping, the pain in her neck and knee too much to ignore!
Lenore heard the bell but refused to disengage, the victorious Raven sinking her hooks in even deeper. “Say it, bitch.” she demanded. “Say it and I'll let you go.”
“SUBMIT!” the blonde sobbed. “I SUBMIT YOU VILE SLUT!”
Lemarchand gave the hold a final yank for good measure, then let loose and immediately slid backward under the bottom rope so her feet were on the floor by the time the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission.... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Unwilling to acknowledge the cheers just yet, the Fair & Radiant Maiden made a beeline for the Timekeeper's part of town and helped herself to one of the steel chairs that always seemed to be piled up within easy reach. “Come on you bitch.” she murmured while casting her eyes about the ringside area, Lemarchand practically willing Daphne or Lucy to make an appearance.
Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds ticked by with no sign of the other two thirds of Wicked.
Lenore was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a familiar voice called from the 'Tron. “What's wrong, shit-bird? You're looking awful jumpy these days. Where's that ice cold facade I've heard so much about?”
Eyes narrowed to dark slots as she locked in on the smirking countenance of Daphne Dufresne, Lenore snatched a mic from a nearby tech and huffed, “Your stench is finally getting to me, honey. I've been dealing with it for months, yet you remain maddeningly out of reach. And when you occasionally work up the nerve to share the building with me, you're always hiding behind Harker and Murray.”
“Hiding?” Daph snorted. “Who's hiding? You're the one who goes running every time we show up. Know what I think, Lenore? I think you're a coward. A coward who's finally realized she's running on borr--”
“Come down here and say it to my face, you gutless piece of garbage.” Lemarchand growled. “I fucking dare you.”
“Of course you do.” Dufresne replied with mock sympathy. “And of course I will. Just not quite yet. Because I want you to stew for a little bit longer, see? I want you to resign yourself to the fact that we're going to overwhelm you sooner than later. The numbers just aren't in your favor and you don't have any friends because you're an arrogant shithead with a penchant for big words.”
Lenore didn't respond at once, though the white in her knuckles suggested just how tightly she gripped the chair and the mic. Eventually she raised the latter and said, “I've got plenty of friends, I just don't lean on them to clean up trash I can deal with myself. You on the other hand, you're so unwilling to face the fact that I'm better than you that--”
“You're NOT better than me.” Daphne hissed. “You're a perpetual sidekick, a NPC that's deluded herself into thinking she's the main character. But here's the thing, shit-bird. Main characters don't run, they chase. You can run from us as long as you want. You can slip away from us as many times as you can manage... but we only have to catch you once. And when we do... you're fucking done.”
“You want to finish this, princess? Name the time and place. Just you and me, one on one. We'll see who gets treated like a NP--”
A warning shriek and a bit of movement in her peripheral vision gave Lemarchand just enough time to duck the chair Lucy Harker hadn't swung but thrown at the Raven's skull! Seemingly unconcerned by the loss of her weapon, the brunette half of Scandalous rushed down the narrow aisle and—Lenore flung the chair, but it was an awkward, one-handed thing that Lucy dodged while barely breaking her stride! Though she was still armed with the mic and eager to tear into the aggressive meddler, Lemarchand noted Mina putting herself together in the ring and she knew it'd be two one one, if not three on one in very short order. Not about to face those odds in her current condition, she pulled the mic back behind one ear to make Harker reconsider the rapid approach. But rather than abandon her last possible equalizer, the brunette dashed to the barricade and leapt into the crowd!
“That's right, RUN shit-bird!” Daphne promised as Lenore waded through the throng. “Run as hard as you want, you'll never escape us!”
“Who... who says I'm trying to get away, bitch?” Lenore still had the mic, but the cameras had lost her in the crush of humanity. “I'm running TO you. And when I finally track you down...the running stops and the screaming begins.”
“Find me then!” Dufresne bellowed at her hidden rival. “Find me and we'll see who regrets it more!”
Daphne glared around the arena like she expected an answer, but none came and after several seconds of silence she stormed out of frame while Lucy reconvened with Mina to plot their next bit of malicious manipulation.