Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 16:12:15 GMT
The ring was still smoldering when the patented AHE flying camera tore out of the basement and swooped through a series of poorly lit industrial hallways before veering into a dubious freight elevator. The interior of this tiny space was utterly forgettable save for a yellowing piece of paper taped to the back wall. This paper bore an ominous two word message: To Sub-basement
Without warning the doors wheezed shut and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Queen’s Chambers
After a moment’s hesitation, the camera eased inside and found itself in the heart of the Madhouse for only the second time in history.
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The paneling was all dark wood, the carpet was deep wine red pile with an intricate vine pattern and the décor was pure Charles Addams. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and odd curios. Alongside these treasures were vases that could’ve been pilfered from any number of ancient tombs and a line of marble busts, presumably of some individuals famous enough to earn such immortalization. To the right of the staircase laid a relatively warmer area with a large glassed in fireplace ringed by a few overstuffed couches. Another interesting detail on this side of the room was a curious set of double doors, which seemed to vibrate and tremble in their frames if you watched them long enough. One could lose hours trying to catalogue the contents of this surprising space, but undertaking such an endeavor would mean ignoring the room’s three occupants and that would be a great shame indeed. The first of those individuals just happened to be the newest FAWN referee, Merle. In regards to the other two, I’ll happily defer to the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” his piped in voice proclaimed, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and the winner will be declared the Queen of the Madhouse for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Green Town Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, representing the Aberrants, she is the Queen of Outré Space….CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
Calliope turned to the single cameraman and offered an enthusiastic wave to everyone who’d cheered her introduction. For tonight’s battle against FAWN’s biggest phony she’d chosen a zappy slime green sequined bikini top, shiny black vinyl briefs emblazoned with a lopsided, sleepy-eyed happy face on the seat and orange and black pads, with the former adorning her left arm and right leg while the latter were on her right arm and left leg. Her feet were bare, as everyone knew only heathens wore boots on carpet. As for her hair, the Eclectic Eel made another nod to the season as her usually chestnut brown locks featured a subtle but distinct pumpkin orange undertone.
After Cali stepped back the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight she she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide tipped her head back and closed her eyes, a serene smile on her cruel lips as she basked in the hatred poured down from the crowd amassed above. For this very personal defense of a space she considered a second home, the Weeping Angel wore a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black pads at elbow and knee.
Calliope started forward as soon as the introductions were done only to stop when Adelaide raised a hand. Not that this was a show of mercy or even leniency, she was simply interested to know what the phony thought might delay her suffering the tiniest bit. “Got something to say, ya big faker?” Cali asked with an arched eyebrow. “I think it’s a little late for apologies and gift--”
A terrified shriek tore through the speakers, earning a yelp from Merle and a smirk from Adelaide. “Nothing on this earth could make me apologize to a creature as wretched as you, Calliope.” Brewster purred. “I was simply waiting for the proper signal. Now that I have it…” she stepped back and raised her arms wide. “… the slaughter commences. Come to me you poor, lost little lamb.”
Cali hunched forward, her hands curled into talons and raised to shoulder level while her toes dug into the soft red pile. In a surprisingly cogent voice, she said, “I’m not lost, Adelaide. I’m home.” The One Woman Freak Show pounced and Brewster surged to meet her, the pair of brunettes meeting in the center of that grand foyer with a tummy-smacking ‘smeck’!
Bound by none of the traditional rules of the ring, Adelaide and Calliope wasted no time burying a hand in her opponent’s hair while the pressed under her chin or against the side of her face, shoving it away at an awkward angle. Refusing to give ground on what she rightly considered her turf, Brewster set herself nice n’ sturdy and shifted the position of her smothering hand so it was pressed tight atop the other woman’s mouth and nose. Taking special care to pinch Cali’s nostrils between her thumb and index finger, the Queen of the Madhouse cooed, “The last adventurer to pass through those doors begged for my mercy in one voice. I’ll see to it that you beg with all of yourSSAAARRRHH!”
Calliope squirmed loose of the Palm Smother and promptly bit down on the soft webbing at the base of Brewster’s thumb. Adelaide yowled and attempted to wrench free so Cali gnawed a little harder and slammed a Kneelift into her belly. Then she piled on another Kneelift and used that moment of vulnerability to catch her foe’s hands in stereo Knucklelocks. “I only have one voice, phony. But I have a thousand names and I promise…” Calliope squeezed down on the improvised Test of Strength, then swung their arms down to about level with their thighs and pushed forward, thus rolling Brewster’s wrists back at a painful angle. With Adelaide pushed onto her toes to ease the pressure, the Queen of Outré Space leaned in to whisper in her ear. “…you’ll say each and every one of them before I’m finished with you.”
Adelaide snarled, shoved a shoulder into Calliope’s sternum in hopes of gaining control of the Test. No such luck in that regard so she settled for a promise of her own. “Keep running your fucking mouth and I’ll make you the Court Jester for this plaCCEERRRGGAAAHHHH HOW DARE YOU!”
No stranger to monsters or catfights, Cali gave Adelaide a big slug of her own medicine when she pressed her muzzle into the base of the Churchgoer’s neck and bit down. Mostly immobilized because of those damned handgrips, Brewster smacked her head into the side of Cali’s noggin and added on a few Kneelifts of her own, each of them striking her foe’s upper thighs or lower belly. While none of them were deterrent enough to break the erratic brunette’s embrace, Calliope was very much aware that the next one could catch her crotch and there was nothing she or the talking zebra could do to stop it.
Thusly she bit down a little harder before breaking the Test and coiling her arms around Adelaide’s biceps. Cranking up on that Inverted Chickenwing to keep the faux-steratu off balance, Calliope pulled her head back and whipped it forward three times in rapid succession, each blow striking her foe’s sternum hard enough to send her staggering backward. “No running away, Bitey. After all, this IS a haunted house and we’re not finished hugging it out yet.”
“Screw you, freak.” Adelaide tried to ready a Kneelift of her own, but Calliope treated her to a timely shake, forcing the other brunette to keep both feet planted or lose her balance entirely.
“I get it, you don’t want to play nice. That’s fine, you don’t really deserve nice.” The Monster of the Midway drilled another Headbutt into Brewster’s tits, then tucked her chin against her chest so she could get her head wedged beneath Adelaide’s chin. Just like that she dropped to her knees, a comfortable landing for her thanks to the soft carpet, yet quite unpleasant for the Daughter of Darkness, who found herself on the wrong end of an Arm Trap Jawbreaker.
Still trapped in that damned Inverted Chickenwing, Brewster started to chew on the top of her opponent’s skull only to endure another tooth-loosening blow when Calliope surged to verticality. “I want you to know something, Adelaide.” she murmured. “We could be friends if you were a real vampire. But you’re a dirty, stinking liar and your presence in this place is offensive to everyone who really belongs here. I think it’s time you took your leave.”
With that she dropped her hips and popped off a high bridge to fling her burden up, over and down onto the carpet with a heavy THWHUMP. More to the point, her ride on the Larson Fireball deposited Adelaide less than eighteen inches shy of the door that led into the hallway and relatively ‘normal’ world outside the Queen’s Chambers, a fact that was not lost on the brunette when she sat up a moment later.
LARSON FIREBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=luf5x9Bco70
“This house doesn’t want a pretender to watch over it, Addy.” Calliope explained. “So dust yourself off and slink out that door right now. If you do, I promise nothing meaner and spookier will eat you while you’re hightailing it back to Orlando.”
Adelaide had bore her share of slings and arrows during her time in FAWN (and hurled off a far greater number) but somehow the not so subtle insinuation that she’d flee these quarters rather than face the other woman head-on was the most galling of them all. Spinning over onto one knee, she pushed to her feet and took a menacing step forward. “This is MY house, freak. YOU are the intruder and YOU will be the one begging to leave.”
Hands on her hips, Calliope looked around the luxuriously odd space, then asked, “Leave? Why would I want to leave? For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Oh and if you could go get my bags from the car I’d really--”
Adelaide charged her flat out so Cali sprang into the air, her legs splayed wide for a leapfrog. The evasion went off without a hitch, unfortunately the Eclectic Eel’s impressive hang time actually worked against her as it gave Adelaide enough time to whirl around and plot a follow up. Said attack came in the form of a Dropkick that THWHUMPED between Cali’s shoulders a heartbeat before her feet touched the carpet. Knocked sprawling onto all fours by the blow, Calliope started to rise quickly enough, only to find herself slammed against the carpet when Brewster slammed her ass into the small of the prone woman’s back.
“I’ll admit, you’re showing a remarkable lack of fear in a situation that would have most women quivering.” The Weeping Angel snatched hold of Calliope’s elbows and lifted her upper body off the carpet so she could drape the trapped limbs over the planes of her thighs. “But that lack of fear isn’t intimidating, far from it.” She ran her hands through the other brunette’s hair, pulling it back from her face in a loose ponytail that also exposed most of her neck. “Indeed, it only makes you a more desirable meal. For by the time you are properly marinated,” Adelaide cupped her hands under Calliope’s chin, then lowered her head so her lips were just brushing her left ear, “you’ll be a meal fit for a queen.”
Eager to test the quality of her new meat, Brewster bit down on the side of Cali’s neck and wrenched up on her chin to initiate a Camel Clutch made all the more painful by those sharp, talented teeth. Calliope started thrashing at once and in doing so managed to get an arm loose. Plunging her hand into Brewster’s hair, she YANKED her head to the side, pulling the other woman’s maw from her vulnerable throat. “Errrggghhh…. your hair smells great, phony.” Cali snarled. “Hey, does that shampoo work on sensitive scalps too? Cuz I think yours is about to start bleedNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide relinquished the Chinlock but looped her right arm under the freak’s chin just as quickly. Palming her left bicep for extra leverage, she braced her left hand against the back of Calliope’s skull and bore down, adding a snug Sleeper to the back-straining predicament.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9vsVzDxB7Q
“Don’t think I’m going to put you out fast, loser.” Adelaide leeeeeeeaaaaaanned back on her mount and jerked Cali’s head back n’ forth, the violence of it seeming at direct odds with her previous statement. “I’m just going to make you nice and pliable. Put a little waver into your world before I turn you loose to wander around my palace.” She pressed her butt directly into the hollow of the other brunette’s back and jerked up, earning a loud shriek of pain from Calliope and a question of surrender from Merle, which both of them ignored. “Yeah, that’s the sound I wanted to hear. I think you’ll make an excellent addition to the ranks of pathetic creatures that thought they could usurp me heERRWHOOOAAHHH!”
All that reefing and tearing might’ve played hell on Calliope’s back (and looked great on camera) but it also made it easier for the Frightener to slide a leg out from beneath her attacker’s weight. Once she was balanced on one knee it didn’t take Cali long to grab Adelaide behind the knees and struggle to her feet. “You think this’ll make a damned bit of difference?” Brewster crossed her ankles and constricted her legs, putting a serious squeeze on her opponent’s ribs. “Let me tell you something bytch, the only difference between dying on your feet and dying on your back is a slightly better NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Calliope lurched toward the banner on the left side of the stairs, spun around and THWHUNKED Adelaide against it spine-first. The Scissors fell away as did Cali’s control over her legs, but Brewster kept the Sleeper in place and when her feet touched the floor she immediately slammed a knee into the small of Calliope’s aching back. “Not good enough, freak.” her breath was soft and mean in the Frightener’s ear. “And after much consideration, I think I WILL put you out. Then I’ll dump you in the slime with whatever’s left of Kerri Paige.”
Cali jabbed an elbow into her tummy, so the Queen of Nightmares paid her back with another mean chomp to the side of her neck. Using the bite and the Sleeper to manually override all of her foe’s defenses, Brewster pushed away from the banner and stepped around until she was at the base of the stairs. Pausing to microadjust her grip, she looked over Calliope’s shoulder to focus on the referee. “If you’re coming along, stay on the stairs. Blundering onto the landing could prove most dangerous.”
Merle, who’d watched the original Queen’s Chambers bout more than a dozen times since finding out he’d officiate this match, knew exactly what waited at the top of the stairs. “I can handle myself, Adelaide. You just focus on the match.”
She smirked and mounted the bottom step. “That’s cute. You think I was actually GGRRHH!” Calliope angled sharply to the right, dragging Brewster across the step until her hip collided with the banister on the other side. The Sleeper loosened up and Calliope managed a few fight-extending breaths before Adelaide cinched it tight once again. “All right, bytch. You want to get loose? I’ll let you loose. Just as soon as we reach the second floor.” Bearing down hard, Brewster kept the struggling woman’s neck crimped at an unpleasant angle as she carefully started up the stairs.
Too focused on clawing bleeding welts in Adelaide’s forearm to notice the stairs beneath her feet, Cali only realized they were almost to the landing when she glanced over the edge and saw a long drop between herself and the red, vine-etched carpet. Desperate not to reach the second floor with the phony still clinging to her back like one of those stupid teddy bear backpacks middle school girls used to wear, the Eclectic Eel wrapped an arm around the banister and held on tight, effectively anchoring herself in place.
“Stubborn cow.” Adelaide took another step up and when Calliope didn’t move she stepped down and in, forcing all of her bodyweight against her rival’s back. “You’ve only got two options you crazy shyt.” Brewster wedged a shoulder between Calliope’s shoulders and mashed her midsection in against the gleaming hardwood. “You climb these stairs with me. Or you go over them alonNNNNGGGHH!”
Calliope slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of the Churchgoer’s nose, then hooked her behind the knees and hoisted Addy’s legs into a loose Scissors around her hips. Possessed of no urge to keep Brewster’s thighs on her ribs again, Cali let loose of the left so she could reach up with her left hand and grab a whole lotta hair. Pulling the other brunette’s chin into the point of her left shoulder, Calliope pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt.
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1sgMGv0gAg
The Backpack Stunner finally blew the Sleeper apart and left Adelaide sprawled out on the steps while Cali leaned forward and sucked in as much air as she could. Slowly but surely the red faded from her cheeks and after several more seconds she rasped, “Hope you’ve got more than one set of fake teeth, fakeROOOWW!”
Stunned but hardly staked, Adelaide sat up, leaned forward and raaaaaaaaaked her nails across Calliope’s eyes. Catching the weirdo by the nape of the neck to keep her from running away, the Weeping Angel set her up as straight as she could, then taunted, “My ceremonial fangs are many things but cheap and fake are not among them. Neither are my real fangs, as the growing welt on your scrawny neck can attest.”
Calliope tugged and did in fact try to get away, so Brewster sent her grip south and swaddled her victim’s midsection in a tight Waistlock. Grinding the stone of her fists into Cali’s breadbasket, Adelaide got to her feet and forced the Frightener to do the same. Rather than try to force her rival up any more steps, Brewster hoisted her into the air by several inches and simply hauled her to within a few paces of the top.
“The ascent was long and perilous.” Adelaide huffed around her makeshift Bear Hug. “But I assure you the descent is swift, if not entirely painless.” Then she dropped into a deep crouch and bridged back to fling Cali onto the back of her head and shoulders with a nasty Release German Suplex. Despite the unpleasant nature of her landing pad, Adelaide sat up quick and looked over one shoulder, fully expecting to see the gaping hole of the trapdoor leading down to the slime pit that’d spelled the end for a certain Canadian blonde.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsV64hX22NU
Instead she saw nothing more than the freak stacked up in a loose limbed Matchbook that would’ve made an cover if such things mattered at all inside the Queen’s Chambers. “Curious. It must take our combined weights to trigger the trapdoor. Which puts me in a rather interesting position.”
Brewster got to her feet, moved to the very top of the staircase, then took a wide step to the right all the while being careful to keep one hand wrapped tight around the banister. There was no click or telltale sag beneath her foot, so she hopped all the way onto the landing and immediately took a few large steps away just in case. Still nothing but solid ground, so she rounded on Calliope, then stopped when she saw the other brunette make it upright.
“That’s how I know you’re nothing but a sparkly poseur, bytch. What sort of monster wouldn’t know how to spring all the traps in her own house?”
Adelaide rolled her shoulders and raised her claws, ready to tear and rend. “That’s remarkably lucid coming from a shithouse rat. That Suplex knock something loose up there?”
The Queen of Outré Space took a step forward, her smile gleaming and predatory in the mellow light of the eerie arena. “Something like that.” Candice Akeley answered.
No stranger to the intricacies of body language and speech patterns, Brewster took a step back and titled her head to one side. “Is that you, Candice? Let me guess, Calliope realized she had no chance and bailed to the backseat so you could take this ass kicking for her.”
Akeley smirked. “Not even close, Addy. See me and the clown, we share now. And while she gets all the attention this time of year, it’s Halloween for me too. So can I throw you over this railing now or would you like a thirty second head start?”
The Queen of Nightmares threw back her head and laughed. After several seconds she quieted down and said, “It’ll be a miracle if you’re still on your feet in thirty seconds, bytch.”
That was more than enough invitation for Candice, who stomped down the narrow hallway with both hands raised for a Lock-Up. Adelaide lunged to meet her and CRAAACK! Akeley intercepted her with a stiff slap across the mouth. Snatching a handful of hair before the other brunette could create any distance, Candice turned and tossed her foe headfirst into the dark wood-paneled wall. Brewster rebounded from the collision so the Ruthless Realist helped herself to a handful of mesh waistband and drilled a single Forearm Smash across the Churchgoer’s back. Transitioning into a rough Side Headlock when froze up, Akeley bent her over double and BWOOONKED her forehead into the top of the railing.
“Think this is a little too smooth to break the skin.” Candice noted as Brewster’s knees gave a shimmy, “But let’s take a walk anyway.” With that she started off down the hallway, keeping most of her weight pressed against the back of Adelaide’s squirming noggin. “Oooooohh, that door’s different from all the others.” Akeley noted of the swinging door she saw a little ways beyond. “Looks more like something you’d find in a hospital.” she yanked Adelaide’s head up by a few inches then BWOOONKED it down again, earning a fresh groan from her foe.” Addy, did you know I was coming and have a trauma clinic installed so you wouldn’t need a ride to the hospital? That is SO thoughtfuLLLERRRGGHH BYTCH!”
While no one ever accused Adelaide Brewster of playing nice, the brunette did in fact temper her level of aggression depending on how serious a threat she faced. Having spent only a minute or so in the presence of Calliope’s more ‘rational’ self, she felt entirely justified in wedging a hand between opposing thighs and squeezing for all she was worth.
The Crotch Claw weakened the Headlock to the point of being useless, allowing Adelaide to slip free with her own grip still intact. While she would’ve delighted in making her prey sob for mercy then and there, Brewster knew damned well that Akeley would answer savagery with savagery, so she hooked her left arm around Candice’s left bicep and wrenched it behind her back. In the next instant she released the Claw only to curl that arm around opposing throat and clasp her hands tight.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ctocJiCc6M
Crossface Chickenwing secure, Adelaide gave her captive a hard shake and added on several spiteful Kneelifts to her glutes and lower back. “You wanna know what’s in there, sweetie?” she cooed in Akeley’s ear. “How about I show you?” Brewster started toward the door as fast as she could and in so doing picked up a good head of steam before Candice THWUMPED it head, chest and tummy first.
The door swung open with a pneumatic ‘whoosh’ and fans upstairs let out a startled little buzz when the pair of wrestlers emerged into a turn of the century surgical amphitheater. They were standing in a small, horseshoe-shaped area floored in white tile and lit from above by several antique lamps that cast a mellow orange glow over the space. The wall to the right was all glass windows and the eagle-eyed FAWNatic would note it looked over the rain soaked solarium where Candice and Kerri Paige had engaged in a brief, bitter skirmish last year. The rest of the space was taken up by the gallery, perhaps half a dozen rows of simple wooden seating, all empty and as ominous as could be.
“Like it, Candi?” Adelaide pulled up on Candice’s pinioned arm, trying her damndest to jerk it out of joint. “This is a very special room because it’s where I take bytches aparNNGGGHH!”
The Analytical Assassin snapped the back of her head into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose and followed up by stamping hard on her foot. “You’re trying to scare me with hospitals, little girl?” she sneered. “You must’ve forgotten who you’re fahkin’ talking toAAHHHH SHHHIIITTT!”
The Weeping Angel treated Candice to a few tears of her own courtesy of the knee she slotted between her opponent’s thighs. With Akeley’s gams gone gimpy, Brewster marched her over to the gurney positioned in the dead center of the floor and shoveled the aching brunette up onto it. Once Candice was properly situated, Adelaide moved down to her foe’s feet and reached over to the far side to grab the dangling leather strap.
“Oh yeah, I bet this feels like a homecoming for you, you crazy shit.” she taunted while pulling the leather nice n’ snug over Akeley’s ankles. “Strapped down and helpless, knowing everyone’s watching you getting taken apart piece by piece.” Adelaide stepped up and quickly fitted the other brunette’s right wrist through a much smaller leather strap and pulled it tight. Pausing to enjoy her handiwork, she twined her fingers through Candice’s hair and lifted her head off the gurney. “Maybe it’s time you let Calliope take over again, candyass. Or are you so desperate for attention you’d stick around to see what happens ne--”
The door she’d come through swung open and a mystified Merle said, “Holy shit. This place gets weirder by the minute!”
Adelaide looked over her shoulder and smirked. “How nice of you to join us, you’re just in time to GUUUHHRRK!” Candice reached up with her free hand and wrapped it around Brewster’s throat. Knowing full well the match was effectively hers if she could get Akeley strapped down, Adelaide grabbed her prey’s wrist in both hands and slooooooowly pulled it loose. Eyes alight with triumph, she hissed, “You’re gonna wish you’d stayed buried in her subconscious you pathetic freAAAAARRRRGGHH!”
Candice lifted her head up by several inches and ’PFAWOOOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of Calliope’s favorite Pink Mist into Brewster’s overhanging face. Her world reduced to a sticky, cotton candy blur, Adelaide forgot all about strapping Candice down and devoted herself fully to getting the gunk out of her eyes. “REF!” she whirled in the direction she’d last seen Merle and stumbled that way. “GET OVER HERE! I NEED YOUR SHIRT!”
The official didn’t really want to comply, yet even blinded Adelaide was fast on her feet and she had hold of his collar before he could step clear. Meanwhile, Candice had freed her right hand and was making short work of the loop controlling her ankles. Entirely free in only a few seconds, she hopped off the gurney and padded up behind Adelaide, who was scrubbing her face clean on poor Merle’s once crisp black & white shirt. Mouthing ’back up a little’ to the zebra, Akeley waited for him to do so, then went down on one knee and swung a heartless Uppercut into Brewster’s undercarriage.
Adelaide shrieked like a madwoman and would’ve gone down on all fours if Candice hadn’t transformed it into a Claw grip and snagged a handful of one piece to keep her upright. Getting to feet with both holds still intact, Akeley dug her fingers in that much harder and cooed, “This is one of your favorite holds, isn’t it, princess? Mine too. Wanna see who’s is better?”
The Churchgoer couldn’t answer with words, she did however grab hold of Candice’s intruding wrist in both hands and dig in as hard as she could. Akeley hissed, but the reprisal only strengthened her resolve and she marched toward gurney with Adelaide mincing along in her wake. Shifting to one side, the Ruthless Realist let loose of the other brunette’s hair so she could reach around and raaaaaaake Brewster across the eyes. Adelaide snarled and instinctively reached for her face despite the anguish in her groin.
Temporarily free of any opposition to her plan, Candice relinquished the Claw only to help herself to a handful of mesh around the other side, mesh which she promptly YANKED up in an equally savage Inverted Wedgie. “That’s right, up on your tippy-tiptoes.” Akeley chided as Brewster did just that in a vain attempt to relieve some of the intrusive sawing. Seeing this, Candice grinned and jerked the fine mesh from side to side, digging it farther into the black bottoms beneath. “My my, aren’t you wound up tonight? I think it’s time you settled down otherwise we might have to talk about sedation.”
Rest was the furthest thing from Adelaide’s mind, what with the maelstrom raging in her undercarriage, not that she offered the least bit of resistance when Akeley maneuvered her into place on the rolling gurney. Spreading Brewster out like she was a quilt and not the red right hand of the Prophet of Pain, Candice shifted back to a Crotch Claw and made sure Brewster didn’t go anywhere by pressing a forearm under her chin.
Leaned in so they were almost nose to nose, the former Black Courtier said, “Go ahead, Sparkles. Reach for my trunks, let me feel the grip that broke Paige’s spirit. C’mon Addy, I won’t stop you. Curl those little press-on nails into a talon and--”
Adelaide darted her hand toward Akeley’s togs and paid for it when the domineering battler squeezed harder still. Merle, who’d kept quiet since the beginning of Candice’s underhanded assault, finally stepped over to the other side of the gurney and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? You need to tell me if I should call for the bell.”
With her back arched like she’d just been hit with a defibrillator, it took Brewster several endless seconds to shake her head ‘no’. “Bytch thinks she’s tuff.” the Weeping Angel gurgled. “But she’s not half a strong as the moosefuckEERRRGGHH!”
Candice slammed a few hard Forearm Smashes across Adelaide’s breasts, then grabbed the steel rail that framed the sides of the gurney for extra support. “Merle, would you be so kind as to get out of the way? I would hate to run you over on the way out.”
Her tone suggested the opposite, but the ref was quite fond of life so she stepped back without comment. Still clamped down on one of the lengthiest Crotch Claws in recent memory, the Analytical Assassin swung the gurney (and by extension, Adelaide) toward the swinging door and charged it flat out. Though her primary goal remained unchanged, Brewster pulled one of her hands away from Akeley’s vile spade and grabbed hold of the rail a heartbeat before the crazy bytch THWHUMPED them back into the upper gallery.
Rushing headlong down the narrow hallway, Candice cackled, “THIS IS YOUR STOP SPARKLES, REMEMBER TO GO LIMP!” Then she hopped up and slammed her foot on a little pedal sticking off the left rear wheel. Just like that the gurney’s wheels locked down and Brewster found herself thrown for a short, awkward loop that ended with her THWHUNKING down atop the landing in a boneless sprawl.
“Damn,” Akeley muttered when the trapdoor creaked a little but didn’t give way. “Looks like the poseur’s not as fat as she looks.”
Finally, blessedly free of the inferno between her thighs, Brewster rolled onto her back and ever so gingerly adjusted her briefs and the overlaying mesh one-piece. Once she thought her legs could stand the strain, she grabbed one of the railing supports and slowly, carefully stood up. Worn out and hurting but suddenly far more defiant, Brewster raked a hand through her hair and treated her foe to a dismissive sniff. “Is that all you’ve got, candyass? If it is you’re not going to last ten seconds when I go under your tru--”
There was a loud ‘PWOP!’ and the Daughter of Darkness leapt back as a great section of the floor beneath her feet simply disappeared. Avoiding a plunge into the slime pit by a margin so narrow it actually earned some grudging applause from the FAWNatics above, Adelaide took a few precautionary steps back and stretched her arms wide. “Understand now you crazy fuck? I am the Queen of the Madhouse and these are my chambers. You’re just another guileless intruder to be expelled at any time I see fit.”
Candice rolled her eyes. “How you gonna do that from way over there, bytch?”
Brewster licked her teeth, looking more and more like her usual self with each passing second. “A queen doesn’t call on peasants. The peasants call on her.”
“You think I won’t jump over there and whip your no talent ass?”
“I think I’ll swat you down with the rest of the shit the instant you try a goddamned thing.” Adelaide snarled.
A quick survey of the situation told Akeley that the toothy slut was probably right. While the gallery hall was a little wider than standard, it was still plenty narrow enough for Brewster to cover every angle of approach. Even worse, the chasm leading to the Slime Pit had to be almost six feet across, meaning she’d have to get a good running start and devote everything to the leap, meaning Adelaide could greet her on the other side with just about anything she could imagine. After a little more quiet contemplation, she turned to Merle, who looked as stymied as she did. “Any ideas, stripes?”
He shrugged. “Hop to the base of the stairs, then come in that way?”
“I’ll blow mist in her face the second she touches down and she knows it.” Adelaide purred from the security of her new perch. “Or maybe I’ll just shove her pathetic ass down the stairs. The only way she leaves under her own power is to give up right now and slink off like the little bytch, I’m sorry, the little bytches, that she is.”
Candice frowned, closed her eyes and massaged her temples like she had a headache. When she opened her eyes the pain was gone and so was she. Appearing quite nonplussed by this development, Calliope eyed the drop, then asked her opponent. “Sure you don’t wanna come back over here, My Little Phony? I wanna play doctor some more.”
“And I wanna hear you scream when I knock you into that hole, freak.”
The Eclectic Eel sighed sadly. “All right, fine. I’ll just go play by myself then.” Turning her back on Brewster, Cali shuffled over to the gurney, kicked off the foot brake and started dragging it back to the amphitheater.
Adelaide had expected a whole gamut of reactions from the notoriously mercurial brunette but outright dismissal hadn’t been one of them. She realized she didn’t like it very much at all. “HEY!” she stomped to the edge of the chasm and pointed a demanding finger at the retreating battler. “Get your schitzoid ass back here! Bytch, if I have to come over there you’re never going to--oh shit.”
Calliope turned on a dime and raced toward Adelaide, pushing the gurney two handed. Rapidly running out of space, the One Woman Freak Show sprang onto the gurney surfboard style and leapt off the moment its plunged over the edge.
Forced to give ground to make sure Cali’s ride didn’t bowl her over, Adelaide got her hands up and caught hold of the divebombing crazy, unfortunately Calliope’s momentum was such that they both hit the carpet in a rug-burn inducing tumble. Only vaguely aware of the noisy SPLOSH as the gurney hit the slime, the Weeping Angel and the Monster of the Midway only had claws for the other, each brunette yanking, slashing and squeezing as they tumbled end over end toward a door at the far end of the gallery.
The ride came to a stop with Calliope astride her foe and she wasted no time twining her ankles in behind Adelaide’s heels. “Cuuuuhhh… can’t pin me, bytch.” Brewster growled while straining against the Double-Leg Grapevine. “So get your crazy ass off me and NNNGGGHHH!”
Cali raised her hips a good six inches off the other woman’s tummy, then slammed her pelvis against Adelaide’s crotch with a heartless SMECK! “Not gonna pin ya, phony.” she chirped into the Churchgoer’s pain-etched face. “I’m gonna grind out that fire down below!”
Noble as her intentions might have been, Brewster could’ve done without the Eclectic Eel’s ministrations, as they consisted entirely of smashing against the thin bulwark of her trunks with the battering ram of Calliope’s hips. Fingers curled into helpless talons, Adelaide voiced an uncharacteristically loud groan when Cali settled down with all her weight, the mismatched lovely completely dominating the once domineering mistress of the Madhouse.
Working hard to keep his eyes on Brewster’s face and not the churning piston of Calliope’s glutes, Merle dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
She shook her head ‘no’ after a moment, then added, “This piece of shyt smells like rotten funnel cakes and piss on the midway. How do you think I’m feelLLEERRGGH!”
Calliope drove a miniature Headbutt into the bridge of her nose, then stretched the Grapevine a little wider and pushed up on her palms. “Everyone knows you’re a big faker, you don’t have to be a big meanie too.” she chided. “Some of my best friends are funnel cakKKKAAARRRHHHH NO BITING!”
There was some question as to whether or not that was an official rule or just one of Cali’s house rules but it proved a moot point because the Weeping Angel didn’t stop gnawing on the hollow between her foe’s right shoulder and neck until she wrenched her legs free of that debilitating stretch. Curling up at once she stuffed her feet against Calliope’s chest and pistoned them with enough force to send flying back like she’d just taken a shotgun blast in a Jon Woo action caper.
There was an extremely satisfying THWUMP when the freak touched down on the well-carpeted floor, though Adelaide felt a twinge of disappointment because she’d wanted to send Cali hurtling through the still gaping trapdoor. Since that didn’t seem to be an option, she got to her feet, turned around and hurried to the as of yet unexplored room. Opening the door provided her a glimpse of something she hadn’t expected, but a split-second assessment provided her with plenty ideas so she stepped into the semi-gloom and didn’t bother to shut the door behind her.
Out in the hallway Calliope sat up and winced as her hands explored the ache in the back of her head and the sting on the side of her neck. “Did you see where the Faker got off to, big talking zebra?” she asked Merle.
“She’s down th--”
“If you’re looking for an audience with the Queen of the Madhouse, don’t consult the servants…” Adelaide’s voice floated soft and lazy from the open door. “…Ask for the Queen herself. That is, if you still want to fight, Do you still want to fight, you poor, miserable wretch? Or will you drop down on your knees and join the three of us in our blessed Midnight?”
Calliope picked herself off the floor and took a few steps forward. She could see Adelaide smirking at her through the dimness and she didn’t much like it. “Midnight’s all well and good, but I could never join a church that denounced all other thirty-five hundred and ninety-nine minutes… or let pathetic bullying frauds call the shots.”
Silence greeted that, but Merle could almost hear anger simmering off the other brunette in waves. After a moment, Brewster cooed, “Step into my boudoir and this pathetic bullying fraud will treat you to the worst beating of your misbegotten life.”
Calliope rolled her shoulders. “Time you finally met a real monster, suckah.” With that she broke into a dead run that took her down the hall and through the open door in a matter of heartbeats. Raising her hands to meet the other brunette’s challenge, the Queen of Outré Space leapt and BWAAANGED head-first into the heavy wood-framed mirror.
Laughing like a lunatic as Calliope and the unsuspecting piece of furniture went down with stereo, albeit vastly different crashes, Adelaide shook her head and taunted, “You really are as fucked up as they say, aren’t you? You’d have to be crazy to fall for something like that!” Cali had nothing to say to that so Brewster scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair. “I should smash your head through that damned thing for the stunt you pulled with the gurney. But why should we both have seven years bad luck?”
“Yuuuhhh… your parents named you Adelaide,” Calliope mumbled, “I think ALL your luck’s been baDDDNNNNGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness slammed a knee into her foe’s belly, then laced both hands across the back of Cali’s head and hopped up so her feet were braced against her thighs. Shifting over to a Front Facelock, Adelaide swung in a half circle and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the crown of Calliope’s noggin into the floor with her Wolvesbane DDT.
WOLVESBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzK-kx8ztEU
Rolling to one knee, Brewster brushed a lock of hair off Cali’s forehead and caressed her cheek in remarkably condescending fashion. “Now that the medication is sinking in, I think it’s time you took a moment to properly appreciate the surroundings.” Proud to show off any and every part of her favorite real estate, Adelaide clamped a hand around Calliope’s throat and jerked her to a rough seat. “Look around, insect. You are in the sanctum sanctorum of the Queen of Nightmares.”
For once, Adelaide spoke the truth. The pair of rivals were in a luxuriously appointed bedroom quite suitable for a tale of gothic horror. The far wall was nothing but windows, though these were sheathed with heavy red drapes that only revealed a hint of the faux thunderstorm raging beyond. The furniture was either heavy dark wood or equally bulky overstuffed chairs and settees, everything perfectly in place save for the mirror Brewster had used as her trap. As expected the focal point was the bed, a truly gigantic four poster number that could’ve housed a four on four apartment house battle with room leftover for the audience.
“Considering the liberties you’ve taken with my poor mirror I don’t think I’ll invite you to my bed just yet.” Adelaide chuckled as she bore down on her prey’s neck. “That chair though,” she indicated a purple velvet number not far from the windows, “I believe that would be the perfect spot for us to share a drinKEERRRGGGHH!”
Content to let Brewster yammer while she regained her strength, Cali abruptly reached up and back and snatched a massive amount of hair. “Not gonna drink your Kool-Aid, faker.” Calliope grunted as she struggled to verticality while still mired in the stranglehold. “But I will enjoy bouncing on your bed!” She stamped on Brewster’s toes, then charged the bed and whipped around so Adelaide THWHUNKED spine-first into one of the heavy corner post. “Ready to let go, sweetie?” The Monster of the Midway drove her backside into the Churchgoer’s tummy, which did no favors to Brewster’s back. Adelaide only snarled and squeezed a little harder, so Cali repeated the tactic.
Her own voice roughened by the oxygen shortage, Calliope added, “You’re allowed to keep squeezin’, but if you do I might have to take another trip to your OTHER sanctum sanctorum.” Shaking one hand out of Adelaide’s hair, she forced it between her back and Brewster’s tummy and slowly worked it south.
Equally sickened, enraged and frightened by the thought of enduring Calliope’s claw again, the Weeping Angel abandoned the choke only to loop her right arm around the freak’s throat. Curling her left hand into a fist, she drilled it between Cali’s shoulders a few times then kept it pressed in place, twisting her wrist back and forth to create a little more separation between their bodies. Even that didn’t stop the fingers headed toward her waistband so Brewster locked her hands and turned to the side so that her right side was snugged against Calliope’s back. “This dalliance is over,” the Weeping Angel hissed, “it’s time you remembered who you’re trifling with.”
SLEEPER TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1mpbxrLRIs
Then she cranked the Sleeper and rolled her hips to flip the other brunette up and over, Calliope landing facedown on the huge bed with a muffled THWHUMP! While this particular landing was certainly better than coming to rest on canvas or even carpet, the Takedown still left Cali breathless and quite vulnerable when Adelaide slid in beside her. “You feasted on me earlier, lunatic. And in doing so you denigrated my prowess, my title, everything for which I have worked so hard. For that I shall cast you into the darkness, but not before I drain every last bit of pride running through those OOOOFFFHH!”
Calliope pushed onto her knees and jabbed an elbow into her attacker’s belly. “You talk too much.” she muttered. “Only wannabe monsters prattle on that muCHHEERRRGGHHH!”
Adelaide bulled her onto the comforter, swung a leg over one hip and promptly sank her claws into Cali’s breasts. “And you’re not screaming ENOUGH!” she snarled. “What say we change thTTERRRGGHHH!”
Calliope returned the favor, Brewster’s mesh one-piece and simple bikini top providing no real protection from her rival’s reprisal. “Leggo my girls, faker!” Calliope demanded. “Otherwise I’ll squeeze and I’ll tweeze and I’ll twist your OOOWW DIRTY BIRDY!”
Abandoning her grips for another tactic, Adelaide flattened her right hand into a spade and jabbed the point between Calliope’s thighs. The One Woman Freak Show shuddered but couldn’t toss Brewster from her mount, which gave the Queen of Nightmares plenty of reason to do it again. More jostling and wriggling, still not much in the way of escape, so Adelaide spiked her foe’s crotch one more time, then hooked Cali under the armpits and dragged her to a slumped seat. Straddling her prey’s upper thighs, Brewster twined one hand in Calliope’s hair and pulled her head back to expose the throat.
“You’ve proven a far greater challenge than I expected.” she murmured into the Eclectic Eel’s ear. “But in putting you down I’ve built a powerful thirst… and I mean to slake it.”
Weakened by the attacks on her undercarriage, Calliope tried to push the Churchgoer away with no success. “Nnnuuhh….nnuuh… gnaw all you want, phony. Everyone knows you’re not really a vampPPPEEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide pressed her questing muzzle against the side of Cali’s neck and though she might not have drained any blood from the trapped battler, the Claw she’d surreptitiously slipped beneath Calliope’s waistband provided a similarly electric reaction.
Wincing as Brewster attacked from two very different fronts, Cali grabbed a double handful of hair and tried to yank her head loose, unfortunately this resulted in a sudden, dramatic increase in the fires down below. “Don’t fight me.” Adelaide whispered between ‘sips’ from Calliope’s throat. “Surrender will be sweet. Resistance far less so.”
Cali shook her head ‘no’ more for herself than for Merle, who watched from a safe distance. Dividing her efforts between neck and nethers now, she huffed, “Huuuhhh….mmmmmhhh… if you think… I’m gonna let some fake bloodsucker round the bases on me, you’re crazier than AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAHH!”
Adelaide’s fingers, which had settled into a slow, rhythmic pace, abruptly squeezed down like the world’s most intimate Bear Trap. “What did I tell you about resistance, freak?” Brewster growled. “In here you’re nothing but my thrall and I shall treat you however I see fiTTEEAAAARRRGGHHH!” Cali fought Adelaide’s fire with some of her own, the kind that entailed sinking her teeth into the meat of the domineering brunette’s left shoulder. Rather than break her holds to do the same to Calliope’s, the Daughter of Darkness surged forward with all her weight and rode the Monster of the Midway down onto her back. With one arm threaded through her own stems to wage war on Calliope’s groin, Adelaide curled the other into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaked it across the tenacious freak’s face over and over again. When Calliope finally spat out her mouthful of monster, Brewster immediately pushed onto her knees, scooted forward and TWHUMPED her ass down on the pinned woman’s chest.
Framing Cali’s face with her thighs, she huffed, “It could have been achingly beautiful. Now it will be exceedingly ugly.”
“Screw you, suckbag.” Calliope rasped. “You’re not fooling anyone. Especially not MMMPPRGHH!”
Adelaide pushed up, swung around and settled down, her mesh-sheathed buns completely engulfing Cali’s forehead and nose. The shift from Schoolgirl to Reverse Face Sit forced Brewster to remove her claw but once she was back in position she resumed the under-trunks attack all the more forcefully. Grinding her hips to make it that much more uncomfortable for her opponent, Brewster hooked her free arm behind Cali’s left leg and tucked it under her armpit, thus denying the pinned woman her last hope of escape. “Don’t think I’ll stop before you can soil these linens.” Adelaide cooed as her hand created ripples and bulges in the sweaty lycra. “There are extra sets in the closets and our little referee is certainly capable of-- oh, you’ve had enough.”
Calliope slapped the mattress, then repeated herself on Brewster’s hip to make sure there was no mistake. There wasn’t. Merle threw a signal to the single unobtrusive cameraman and a moment later the same spooky bell from earlier sounded again. After that came the Announcer, piped in from somewhere above. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and still the Queen of the Madhouse… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
While sorely tempted to keep working the Crotch Claw, Adelaide didn’t actually want to deal with dirty sheets, so she slipped her hand loose and wiped it off on Calliope’s fluttering tummy. Lifting her buns off the beaten brunette’s greasy mug, she laid down beside her and murmured, “Join us, Calliope. Eve abandoned you once, she’ll do it again. But those who flock to the Church of Eternal Midnight are never alone.”
Several seconds went by before Cali turned her head toward Brewster. “I’d wear a PANTSUIT and sensible flats before I ever joined up with the Legion of PoseursSEERRGGH!”
Adelaide pie-faced her hard, then pushed onto her knees and barrel rolled the weary warrior all the way off the edge of the bed. Glaring down at the defiant madwoman, Brewster promised, “It’ll be worse next time, freak. It’ll keep getting worse until you… or that other loser… join us.”
Calliope closed her eyes and Candice Akeley opened them. “You haven’t seen the last of me, Brewster. You may have Cali flustered, but I felt the quit pouring out of your trunks when I had a hold of you. Next time I won’t let go.”
“Next time you won’t stop screaming.” Adelaide looked up and snapped her fingers at Merle. “Get this piece of trash out my sight. NOW!
Matching Brewster’s snarl with one of her own, Candice sat up and would’ve lurched onto the bed for round two if the referee hadn’t looped an arm around her waist. Even that didn’t stop her from lunging, but Adelaide slunk out of range and Merle didn’t ease up until they were through the door. “Feel free to try again next year, freak!” Adelaide tittered as the sounds of their footsteps tromped down the stairs. “If there’s anything left of you by then, of course.” Alone in the her chambers once again, the Queen of the Madhouse stretched out on the rumpled comforter and laced her hands across her stomach. After a moment she raised her head and stared directly into the camera. “If I have to get out of this bed, we’re going to have a serious chat, you and I.”
In no mood for such a discussion after all the violence it’d already seen that evening, the camera quickly withdrew from the bedroom and started down the hall. It’d just reached the landing when the shot faded to black, thus ending one tale of terror and beginning another.
Without warning the doors wheezed shut and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Queen’s Chambers
After a moment’s hesitation, the camera eased inside and found itself in the heart of the Madhouse for only the second time in history.
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The paneling was all dark wood, the carpet was deep wine red pile with an intricate vine pattern and the décor was pure Charles Addams. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and odd curios. Alongside these treasures were vases that could’ve been pilfered from any number of ancient tombs and a line of marble busts, presumably of some individuals famous enough to earn such immortalization. To the right of the staircase laid a relatively warmer area with a large glassed in fireplace ringed by a few overstuffed couches. Another interesting detail on this side of the room was a curious set of double doors, which seemed to vibrate and tremble in their frames if you watched them long enough. One could lose hours trying to catalogue the contents of this surprising space, but undertaking such an endeavor would mean ignoring the room’s three occupants and that would be a great shame indeed. The first of those individuals just happened to be the newest FAWN referee, Merle. In regards to the other two, I’ll happily defer to the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” his piped in voice proclaimed, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and the winner will be declared the Queen of the Madhouse for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Green Town Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, representing the Aberrants, she is the Queen of Outré Space….CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
Calliope turned to the single cameraman and offered an enthusiastic wave to everyone who’d cheered her introduction. For tonight’s battle against FAWN’s biggest phony she’d chosen a zappy slime green sequined bikini top, shiny black vinyl briefs emblazoned with a lopsided, sleepy-eyed happy face on the seat and orange and black pads, with the former adorning her left arm and right leg while the latter were on her right arm and left leg. Her feet were bare, as everyone knew only heathens wore boots on carpet. As for her hair, the Eclectic Eel made another nod to the season as her usually chestnut brown locks featured a subtle but distinct pumpkin orange undertone.
After Cali stepped back the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight she she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide tipped her head back and closed her eyes, a serene smile on her cruel lips as she basked in the hatred poured down from the crowd amassed above. For this very personal defense of a space she considered a second home, the Weeping Angel wore a blood red one piece made of a mesh just fine enough to allow the discerning eye a glimpse of matching black bra and briefs lurking beneath. This outfit was completed with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black pads at elbow and knee.
Calliope started forward as soon as the introductions were done only to stop when Adelaide raised a hand. Not that this was a show of mercy or even leniency, she was simply interested to know what the phony thought might delay her suffering the tiniest bit. “Got something to say, ya big faker?” Cali asked with an arched eyebrow. “I think it’s a little late for apologies and gift--”
A terrified shriek tore through the speakers, earning a yelp from Merle and a smirk from Adelaide. “Nothing on this earth could make me apologize to a creature as wretched as you, Calliope.” Brewster purred. “I was simply waiting for the proper signal. Now that I have it…” she stepped back and raised her arms wide. “… the slaughter commences. Come to me you poor, lost little lamb.”
Cali hunched forward, her hands curled into talons and raised to shoulder level while her toes dug into the soft red pile. In a surprisingly cogent voice, she said, “I’m not lost, Adelaide. I’m home.” The One Woman Freak Show pounced and Brewster surged to meet her, the pair of brunettes meeting in the center of that grand foyer with a tummy-smacking ‘smeck’!
Bound by none of the traditional rules of the ring, Adelaide and Calliope wasted no time burying a hand in her opponent’s hair while the pressed under her chin or against the side of her face, shoving it away at an awkward angle. Refusing to give ground on what she rightly considered her turf, Brewster set herself nice n’ sturdy and shifted the position of her smothering hand so it was pressed tight atop the other woman’s mouth and nose. Taking special care to pinch Cali’s nostrils between her thumb and index finger, the Queen of the Madhouse cooed, “The last adventurer to pass through those doors begged for my mercy in one voice. I’ll see to it that you beg with all of yourSSAAARRRHH!”
Calliope squirmed loose of the Palm Smother and promptly bit down on the soft webbing at the base of Brewster’s thumb. Adelaide yowled and attempted to wrench free so Cali gnawed a little harder and slammed a Kneelift into her belly. Then she piled on another Kneelift and used that moment of vulnerability to catch her foe’s hands in stereo Knucklelocks. “I only have one voice, phony. But I have a thousand names and I promise…” Calliope squeezed down on the improvised Test of Strength, then swung their arms down to about level with their thighs and pushed forward, thus rolling Brewster’s wrists back at a painful angle. With Adelaide pushed onto her toes to ease the pressure, the Queen of Outré Space leaned in to whisper in her ear. “…you’ll say each and every one of them before I’m finished with you.”
Adelaide snarled, shoved a shoulder into Calliope’s sternum in hopes of gaining control of the Test. No such luck in that regard so she settled for a promise of her own. “Keep running your fucking mouth and I’ll make you the Court Jester for this plaCCEERRRGGAAAHHHH HOW DARE YOU!”
No stranger to monsters or catfights, Cali gave Adelaide a big slug of her own medicine when she pressed her muzzle into the base of the Churchgoer’s neck and bit down. Mostly immobilized because of those damned handgrips, Brewster smacked her head into the side of Cali’s noggin and added on a few Kneelifts of her own, each of them striking her foe’s upper thighs or lower belly. While none of them were deterrent enough to break the erratic brunette’s embrace, Calliope was very much aware that the next one could catch her crotch and there was nothing she or the talking zebra could do to stop it.
Thusly she bit down a little harder before breaking the Test and coiling her arms around Adelaide’s biceps. Cranking up on that Inverted Chickenwing to keep the faux-steratu off balance, Calliope pulled her head back and whipped it forward three times in rapid succession, each blow striking her foe’s sternum hard enough to send her staggering backward. “No running away, Bitey. After all, this IS a haunted house and we’re not finished hugging it out yet.”
“Screw you, freak.” Adelaide tried to ready a Kneelift of her own, but Calliope treated her to a timely shake, forcing the other brunette to keep both feet planted or lose her balance entirely.
“I get it, you don’t want to play nice. That’s fine, you don’t really deserve nice.” The Monster of the Midway drilled another Headbutt into Brewster’s tits, then tucked her chin against her chest so she could get her head wedged beneath Adelaide’s chin. Just like that she dropped to her knees, a comfortable landing for her thanks to the soft carpet, yet quite unpleasant for the Daughter of Darkness, who found herself on the wrong end of an Arm Trap Jawbreaker.
Still trapped in that damned Inverted Chickenwing, Brewster started to chew on the top of her opponent’s skull only to endure another tooth-loosening blow when Calliope surged to verticality. “I want you to know something, Adelaide.” she murmured. “We could be friends if you were a real vampire. But you’re a dirty, stinking liar and your presence in this place is offensive to everyone who really belongs here. I think it’s time you took your leave.”
With that she dropped her hips and popped off a high bridge to fling her burden up, over and down onto the carpet with a heavy THWHUMP. More to the point, her ride on the Larson Fireball deposited Adelaide less than eighteen inches shy of the door that led into the hallway and relatively ‘normal’ world outside the Queen’s Chambers, a fact that was not lost on the brunette when she sat up a moment later.
LARSON FIREBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=luf5x9Bco70
“This house doesn’t want a pretender to watch over it, Addy.” Calliope explained. “So dust yourself off and slink out that door right now. If you do, I promise nothing meaner and spookier will eat you while you’re hightailing it back to Orlando.”
Adelaide had bore her share of slings and arrows during her time in FAWN (and hurled off a far greater number) but somehow the not so subtle insinuation that she’d flee these quarters rather than face the other woman head-on was the most galling of them all. Spinning over onto one knee, she pushed to her feet and took a menacing step forward. “This is MY house, freak. YOU are the intruder and YOU will be the one begging to leave.”
Hands on her hips, Calliope looked around the luxuriously odd space, then asked, “Leave? Why would I want to leave? For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Oh and if you could go get my bags from the car I’d really--”
Adelaide charged her flat out so Cali sprang into the air, her legs splayed wide for a leapfrog. The evasion went off without a hitch, unfortunately the Eclectic Eel’s impressive hang time actually worked against her as it gave Adelaide enough time to whirl around and plot a follow up. Said attack came in the form of a Dropkick that THWHUMPED between Cali’s shoulders a heartbeat before her feet touched the carpet. Knocked sprawling onto all fours by the blow, Calliope started to rise quickly enough, only to find herself slammed against the carpet when Brewster slammed her ass into the small of the prone woman’s back.
“I’ll admit, you’re showing a remarkable lack of fear in a situation that would have most women quivering.” The Weeping Angel snatched hold of Calliope’s elbows and lifted her upper body off the carpet so she could drape the trapped limbs over the planes of her thighs. “But that lack of fear isn’t intimidating, far from it.” She ran her hands through the other brunette’s hair, pulling it back from her face in a loose ponytail that also exposed most of her neck. “Indeed, it only makes you a more desirable meal. For by the time you are properly marinated,” Adelaide cupped her hands under Calliope’s chin, then lowered her head so her lips were just brushing her left ear, “you’ll be a meal fit for a queen.”
Eager to test the quality of her new meat, Brewster bit down on the side of Cali’s neck and wrenched up on her chin to initiate a Camel Clutch made all the more painful by those sharp, talented teeth. Calliope started thrashing at once and in doing so managed to get an arm loose. Plunging her hand into Brewster’s hair, she YANKED her head to the side, pulling the other woman’s maw from her vulnerable throat. “Errrggghhh…. your hair smells great, phony.” Cali snarled. “Hey, does that shampoo work on sensitive scalps too? Cuz I think yours is about to start bleedNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide relinquished the Chinlock but looped her right arm under the freak’s chin just as quickly. Palming her left bicep for extra leverage, she braced her left hand against the back of Calliope’s skull and bore down, adding a snug Sleeper to the back-straining predicament.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9vsVzDxB7Q
“Don’t think I’m going to put you out fast, loser.” Adelaide leeeeeeeaaaaaanned back on her mount and jerked Cali’s head back n’ forth, the violence of it seeming at direct odds with her previous statement. “I’m just going to make you nice and pliable. Put a little waver into your world before I turn you loose to wander around my palace.” She pressed her butt directly into the hollow of the other brunette’s back and jerked up, earning a loud shriek of pain from Calliope and a question of surrender from Merle, which both of them ignored. “Yeah, that’s the sound I wanted to hear. I think you’ll make an excellent addition to the ranks of pathetic creatures that thought they could usurp me heERRWHOOOAAHHH!”
All that reefing and tearing might’ve played hell on Calliope’s back (and looked great on camera) but it also made it easier for the Frightener to slide a leg out from beneath her attacker’s weight. Once she was balanced on one knee it didn’t take Cali long to grab Adelaide behind the knees and struggle to her feet. “You think this’ll make a damned bit of difference?” Brewster crossed her ankles and constricted her legs, putting a serious squeeze on her opponent’s ribs. “Let me tell you something bytch, the only difference between dying on your feet and dying on your back is a slightly better NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Calliope lurched toward the banner on the left side of the stairs, spun around and THWHUNKED Adelaide against it spine-first. The Scissors fell away as did Cali’s control over her legs, but Brewster kept the Sleeper in place and when her feet touched the floor she immediately slammed a knee into the small of Calliope’s aching back. “Not good enough, freak.” her breath was soft and mean in the Frightener’s ear. “And after much consideration, I think I WILL put you out. Then I’ll dump you in the slime with whatever’s left of Kerri Paige.”
Cali jabbed an elbow into her tummy, so the Queen of Nightmares paid her back with another mean chomp to the side of her neck. Using the bite and the Sleeper to manually override all of her foe’s defenses, Brewster pushed away from the banner and stepped around until she was at the base of the stairs. Pausing to microadjust her grip, she looked over Calliope’s shoulder to focus on the referee. “If you’re coming along, stay on the stairs. Blundering onto the landing could prove most dangerous.”
Merle, who’d watched the original Queen’s Chambers bout more than a dozen times since finding out he’d officiate this match, knew exactly what waited at the top of the stairs. “I can handle myself, Adelaide. You just focus on the match.”
She smirked and mounted the bottom step. “That’s cute. You think I was actually GGRRHH!” Calliope angled sharply to the right, dragging Brewster across the step until her hip collided with the banister on the other side. The Sleeper loosened up and Calliope managed a few fight-extending breaths before Adelaide cinched it tight once again. “All right, bytch. You want to get loose? I’ll let you loose. Just as soon as we reach the second floor.” Bearing down hard, Brewster kept the struggling woman’s neck crimped at an unpleasant angle as she carefully started up the stairs.
Too focused on clawing bleeding welts in Adelaide’s forearm to notice the stairs beneath her feet, Cali only realized they were almost to the landing when she glanced over the edge and saw a long drop between herself and the red, vine-etched carpet. Desperate not to reach the second floor with the phony still clinging to her back like one of those stupid teddy bear backpacks middle school girls used to wear, the Eclectic Eel wrapped an arm around the banister and held on tight, effectively anchoring herself in place.
“Stubborn cow.” Adelaide took another step up and when Calliope didn’t move she stepped down and in, forcing all of her bodyweight against her rival’s back. “You’ve only got two options you crazy shyt.” Brewster wedged a shoulder between Calliope’s shoulders and mashed her midsection in against the gleaming hardwood. “You climb these stairs with me. Or you go over them alonNNNNGGGHH!”
Calliope slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of the Churchgoer’s nose, then hooked her behind the knees and hoisted Addy’s legs into a loose Scissors around her hips. Possessed of no urge to keep Brewster’s thighs on her ribs again, Cali let loose of the left so she could reach up with her left hand and grab a whole lotta hair. Pulling the other brunette’s chin into the point of her left shoulder, Calliope pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt.
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1sgMGv0gAg
The Backpack Stunner finally blew the Sleeper apart and left Adelaide sprawled out on the steps while Cali leaned forward and sucked in as much air as she could. Slowly but surely the red faded from her cheeks and after several more seconds she rasped, “Hope you’ve got more than one set of fake teeth, fakeROOOWW!”
Stunned but hardly staked, Adelaide sat up, leaned forward and raaaaaaaaaked her nails across Calliope’s eyes. Catching the weirdo by the nape of the neck to keep her from running away, the Weeping Angel set her up as straight as she could, then taunted, “My ceremonial fangs are many things but cheap and fake are not among them. Neither are my real fangs, as the growing welt on your scrawny neck can attest.”
Calliope tugged and did in fact try to get away, so Brewster sent her grip south and swaddled her victim’s midsection in a tight Waistlock. Grinding the stone of her fists into Cali’s breadbasket, Adelaide got to her feet and forced the Frightener to do the same. Rather than try to force her rival up any more steps, Brewster hoisted her into the air by several inches and simply hauled her to within a few paces of the top.
“The ascent was long and perilous.” Adelaide huffed around her makeshift Bear Hug. “But I assure you the descent is swift, if not entirely painless.” Then she dropped into a deep crouch and bridged back to fling Cali onto the back of her head and shoulders with a nasty Release German Suplex. Despite the unpleasant nature of her landing pad, Adelaide sat up quick and looked over one shoulder, fully expecting to see the gaping hole of the trapdoor leading down to the slime pit that’d spelled the end for a certain Canadian blonde.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsV64hX22NU
Instead she saw nothing more than the freak stacked up in a loose limbed Matchbook that would’ve made an cover if such things mattered at all inside the Queen’s Chambers. “Curious. It must take our combined weights to trigger the trapdoor. Which puts me in a rather interesting position.”
Brewster got to her feet, moved to the very top of the staircase, then took a wide step to the right all the while being careful to keep one hand wrapped tight around the banister. There was no click or telltale sag beneath her foot, so she hopped all the way onto the landing and immediately took a few large steps away just in case. Still nothing but solid ground, so she rounded on Calliope, then stopped when she saw the other brunette make it upright.
“That’s how I know you’re nothing but a sparkly poseur, bytch. What sort of monster wouldn’t know how to spring all the traps in her own house?”
Adelaide rolled her shoulders and raised her claws, ready to tear and rend. “That’s remarkably lucid coming from a shithouse rat. That Suplex knock something loose up there?”
The Queen of Outré Space took a step forward, her smile gleaming and predatory in the mellow light of the eerie arena. “Something like that.” Candice Akeley answered.
No stranger to the intricacies of body language and speech patterns, Brewster took a step back and titled her head to one side. “Is that you, Candice? Let me guess, Calliope realized she had no chance and bailed to the backseat so you could take this ass kicking for her.”
Akeley smirked. “Not even close, Addy. See me and the clown, we share now. And while she gets all the attention this time of year, it’s Halloween for me too. So can I throw you over this railing now or would you like a thirty second head start?”
The Queen of Nightmares threw back her head and laughed. After several seconds she quieted down and said, “It’ll be a miracle if you’re still on your feet in thirty seconds, bytch.”
That was more than enough invitation for Candice, who stomped down the narrow hallway with both hands raised for a Lock-Up. Adelaide lunged to meet her and CRAAACK! Akeley intercepted her with a stiff slap across the mouth. Snatching a handful of hair before the other brunette could create any distance, Candice turned and tossed her foe headfirst into the dark wood-paneled wall. Brewster rebounded from the collision so the Ruthless Realist helped herself to a handful of mesh waistband and drilled a single Forearm Smash across the Churchgoer’s back. Transitioning into a rough Side Headlock when froze up, Akeley bent her over double and BWOOONKED her forehead into the top of the railing.
“Think this is a little too smooth to break the skin.” Candice noted as Brewster’s knees gave a shimmy, “But let’s take a walk anyway.” With that she started off down the hallway, keeping most of her weight pressed against the back of Adelaide’s squirming noggin. “Oooooohh, that door’s different from all the others.” Akeley noted of the swinging door she saw a little ways beyond. “Looks more like something you’d find in a hospital.” she yanked Adelaide’s head up by a few inches then BWOOONKED it down again, earning a fresh groan from her foe.” Addy, did you know I was coming and have a trauma clinic installed so you wouldn’t need a ride to the hospital? That is SO thoughtfuLLLERRRGGHH BYTCH!”
While no one ever accused Adelaide Brewster of playing nice, the brunette did in fact temper her level of aggression depending on how serious a threat she faced. Having spent only a minute or so in the presence of Calliope’s more ‘rational’ self, she felt entirely justified in wedging a hand between opposing thighs and squeezing for all she was worth.
The Crotch Claw weakened the Headlock to the point of being useless, allowing Adelaide to slip free with her own grip still intact. While she would’ve delighted in making her prey sob for mercy then and there, Brewster knew damned well that Akeley would answer savagery with savagery, so she hooked her left arm around Candice’s left bicep and wrenched it behind her back. In the next instant she released the Claw only to curl that arm around opposing throat and clasp her hands tight.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ctocJiCc6M
Crossface Chickenwing secure, Adelaide gave her captive a hard shake and added on several spiteful Kneelifts to her glutes and lower back. “You wanna know what’s in there, sweetie?” she cooed in Akeley’s ear. “How about I show you?” Brewster started toward the door as fast as she could and in so doing picked up a good head of steam before Candice THWUMPED it head, chest and tummy first.
The door swung open with a pneumatic ‘whoosh’ and fans upstairs let out a startled little buzz when the pair of wrestlers emerged into a turn of the century surgical amphitheater. They were standing in a small, horseshoe-shaped area floored in white tile and lit from above by several antique lamps that cast a mellow orange glow over the space. The wall to the right was all glass windows and the eagle-eyed FAWNatic would note it looked over the rain soaked solarium where Candice and Kerri Paige had engaged in a brief, bitter skirmish last year. The rest of the space was taken up by the gallery, perhaps half a dozen rows of simple wooden seating, all empty and as ominous as could be.
“Like it, Candi?” Adelaide pulled up on Candice’s pinioned arm, trying her damndest to jerk it out of joint. “This is a very special room because it’s where I take bytches aparNNGGGHH!”
The Analytical Assassin snapped the back of her head into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose and followed up by stamping hard on her foot. “You’re trying to scare me with hospitals, little girl?” she sneered. “You must’ve forgotten who you’re fahkin’ talking toAAHHHH SHHHIIITTT!”
The Weeping Angel treated Candice to a few tears of her own courtesy of the knee she slotted between her opponent’s thighs. With Akeley’s gams gone gimpy, Brewster marched her over to the gurney positioned in the dead center of the floor and shoveled the aching brunette up onto it. Once Candice was properly situated, Adelaide moved down to her foe’s feet and reached over to the far side to grab the dangling leather strap.
“Oh yeah, I bet this feels like a homecoming for you, you crazy shit.” she taunted while pulling the leather nice n’ snug over Akeley’s ankles. “Strapped down and helpless, knowing everyone’s watching you getting taken apart piece by piece.” Adelaide stepped up and quickly fitted the other brunette’s right wrist through a much smaller leather strap and pulled it tight. Pausing to enjoy her handiwork, she twined her fingers through Candice’s hair and lifted her head off the gurney. “Maybe it’s time you let Calliope take over again, candyass. Or are you so desperate for attention you’d stick around to see what happens ne--”
The door she’d come through swung open and a mystified Merle said, “Holy shit. This place gets weirder by the minute!”
Adelaide looked over her shoulder and smirked. “How nice of you to join us, you’re just in time to GUUUHHRRK!” Candice reached up with her free hand and wrapped it around Brewster’s throat. Knowing full well the match was effectively hers if she could get Akeley strapped down, Adelaide grabbed her prey’s wrist in both hands and slooooooowly pulled it loose. Eyes alight with triumph, she hissed, “You’re gonna wish you’d stayed buried in her subconscious you pathetic freAAAAARRRRGGHH!”
Candice lifted her head up by several inches and ’PFAWOOOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of Calliope’s favorite Pink Mist into Brewster’s overhanging face. Her world reduced to a sticky, cotton candy blur, Adelaide forgot all about strapping Candice down and devoted herself fully to getting the gunk out of her eyes. “REF!” she whirled in the direction she’d last seen Merle and stumbled that way. “GET OVER HERE! I NEED YOUR SHIRT!”
The official didn’t really want to comply, yet even blinded Adelaide was fast on her feet and she had hold of his collar before he could step clear. Meanwhile, Candice had freed her right hand and was making short work of the loop controlling her ankles. Entirely free in only a few seconds, she hopped off the gurney and padded up behind Adelaide, who was scrubbing her face clean on poor Merle’s once crisp black & white shirt. Mouthing ’back up a little’ to the zebra, Akeley waited for him to do so, then went down on one knee and swung a heartless Uppercut into Brewster’s undercarriage.
Adelaide shrieked like a madwoman and would’ve gone down on all fours if Candice hadn’t transformed it into a Claw grip and snagged a handful of one piece to keep her upright. Getting to feet with both holds still intact, Akeley dug her fingers in that much harder and cooed, “This is one of your favorite holds, isn’t it, princess? Mine too. Wanna see who’s is better?”
The Churchgoer couldn’t answer with words, she did however grab hold of Candice’s intruding wrist in both hands and dig in as hard as she could. Akeley hissed, but the reprisal only strengthened her resolve and she marched toward gurney with Adelaide mincing along in her wake. Shifting to one side, the Ruthless Realist let loose of the other brunette’s hair so she could reach around and raaaaaaake Brewster across the eyes. Adelaide snarled and instinctively reached for her face despite the anguish in her groin.
Temporarily free of any opposition to her plan, Candice relinquished the Claw only to help herself to a handful of mesh around the other side, mesh which she promptly YANKED up in an equally savage Inverted Wedgie. “That’s right, up on your tippy-tiptoes.” Akeley chided as Brewster did just that in a vain attempt to relieve some of the intrusive sawing. Seeing this, Candice grinned and jerked the fine mesh from side to side, digging it farther into the black bottoms beneath. “My my, aren’t you wound up tonight? I think it’s time you settled down otherwise we might have to talk about sedation.”
Rest was the furthest thing from Adelaide’s mind, what with the maelstrom raging in her undercarriage, not that she offered the least bit of resistance when Akeley maneuvered her into place on the rolling gurney. Spreading Brewster out like she was a quilt and not the red right hand of the Prophet of Pain, Candice shifted back to a Crotch Claw and made sure Brewster didn’t go anywhere by pressing a forearm under her chin.
Leaned in so they were almost nose to nose, the former Black Courtier said, “Go ahead, Sparkles. Reach for my trunks, let me feel the grip that broke Paige’s spirit. C’mon Addy, I won’t stop you. Curl those little press-on nails into a talon and--”
Adelaide darted her hand toward Akeley’s togs and paid for it when the domineering battler squeezed harder still. Merle, who’d kept quiet since the beginning of Candice’s underhanded assault, finally stepped over to the other side of the gurney and asked, “What do you say, Adelaide? You need to tell me if I should call for the bell.”
With her back arched like she’d just been hit with a defibrillator, it took Brewster several endless seconds to shake her head ‘no’. “Bytch thinks she’s tuff.” the Weeping Angel gurgled. “But she’s not half a strong as the moosefuckEERRRGGHH!”
Candice slammed a few hard Forearm Smashes across Adelaide’s breasts, then grabbed the steel rail that framed the sides of the gurney for extra support. “Merle, would you be so kind as to get out of the way? I would hate to run you over on the way out.”
Her tone suggested the opposite, but the ref was quite fond of life so she stepped back without comment. Still clamped down on one of the lengthiest Crotch Claws in recent memory, the Analytical Assassin swung the gurney (and by extension, Adelaide) toward the swinging door and charged it flat out. Though her primary goal remained unchanged, Brewster pulled one of her hands away from Akeley’s vile spade and grabbed hold of the rail a heartbeat before the crazy bytch THWHUMPED them back into the upper gallery.
Rushing headlong down the narrow hallway, Candice cackled, “THIS IS YOUR STOP SPARKLES, REMEMBER TO GO LIMP!” Then she hopped up and slammed her foot on a little pedal sticking off the left rear wheel. Just like that the gurney’s wheels locked down and Brewster found herself thrown for a short, awkward loop that ended with her THWHUNKING down atop the landing in a boneless sprawl.
“Damn,” Akeley muttered when the trapdoor creaked a little but didn’t give way. “Looks like the poseur’s not as fat as she looks.”
Finally, blessedly free of the inferno between her thighs, Brewster rolled onto her back and ever so gingerly adjusted her briefs and the overlaying mesh one-piece. Once she thought her legs could stand the strain, she grabbed one of the railing supports and slowly, carefully stood up. Worn out and hurting but suddenly far more defiant, Brewster raked a hand through her hair and treated her foe to a dismissive sniff. “Is that all you’ve got, candyass? If it is you’re not going to last ten seconds when I go under your tru--”
There was a loud ‘PWOP!’ and the Daughter of Darkness leapt back as a great section of the floor beneath her feet simply disappeared. Avoiding a plunge into the slime pit by a margin so narrow it actually earned some grudging applause from the FAWNatics above, Adelaide took a few precautionary steps back and stretched her arms wide. “Understand now you crazy fuck? I am the Queen of the Madhouse and these are my chambers. You’re just another guileless intruder to be expelled at any time I see fit.”
Candice rolled her eyes. “How you gonna do that from way over there, bytch?”
Brewster licked her teeth, looking more and more like her usual self with each passing second. “A queen doesn’t call on peasants. The peasants call on her.”
“You think I won’t jump over there and whip your no talent ass?”
“I think I’ll swat you down with the rest of the shit the instant you try a goddamned thing.” Adelaide snarled.
A quick survey of the situation told Akeley that the toothy slut was probably right. While the gallery hall was a little wider than standard, it was still plenty narrow enough for Brewster to cover every angle of approach. Even worse, the chasm leading to the Slime Pit had to be almost six feet across, meaning she’d have to get a good running start and devote everything to the leap, meaning Adelaide could greet her on the other side with just about anything she could imagine. After a little more quiet contemplation, she turned to Merle, who looked as stymied as she did. “Any ideas, stripes?”
He shrugged. “Hop to the base of the stairs, then come in that way?”
“I’ll blow mist in her face the second she touches down and she knows it.” Adelaide purred from the security of her new perch. “Or maybe I’ll just shove her pathetic ass down the stairs. The only way she leaves under her own power is to give up right now and slink off like the little bytch, I’m sorry, the little bytches, that she is.”
Candice frowned, closed her eyes and massaged her temples like she had a headache. When she opened her eyes the pain was gone and so was she. Appearing quite nonplussed by this development, Calliope eyed the drop, then asked her opponent. “Sure you don’t wanna come back over here, My Little Phony? I wanna play doctor some more.”
“And I wanna hear you scream when I knock you into that hole, freak.”
The Eclectic Eel sighed sadly. “All right, fine. I’ll just go play by myself then.” Turning her back on Brewster, Cali shuffled over to the gurney, kicked off the foot brake and started dragging it back to the amphitheater.
Adelaide had expected a whole gamut of reactions from the notoriously mercurial brunette but outright dismissal hadn’t been one of them. She realized she didn’t like it very much at all. “HEY!” she stomped to the edge of the chasm and pointed a demanding finger at the retreating battler. “Get your schitzoid ass back here! Bytch, if I have to come over there you’re never going to--oh shit.”
Calliope turned on a dime and raced toward Adelaide, pushing the gurney two handed. Rapidly running out of space, the One Woman Freak Show sprang onto the gurney surfboard style and leapt off the moment its plunged over the edge.
Forced to give ground to make sure Cali’s ride didn’t bowl her over, Adelaide got her hands up and caught hold of the divebombing crazy, unfortunately Calliope’s momentum was such that they both hit the carpet in a rug-burn inducing tumble. Only vaguely aware of the noisy SPLOSH as the gurney hit the slime, the Weeping Angel and the Monster of the Midway only had claws for the other, each brunette yanking, slashing and squeezing as they tumbled end over end toward a door at the far end of the gallery.
The ride came to a stop with Calliope astride her foe and she wasted no time twining her ankles in behind Adelaide’s heels. “Cuuuuhhh… can’t pin me, bytch.” Brewster growled while straining against the Double-Leg Grapevine. “So get your crazy ass off me and NNNGGGHHH!”
Cali raised her hips a good six inches off the other woman’s tummy, then slammed her pelvis against Adelaide’s crotch with a heartless SMECK! “Not gonna pin ya, phony.” she chirped into the Churchgoer’s pain-etched face. “I’m gonna grind out that fire down below!”
Noble as her intentions might have been, Brewster could’ve done without the Eclectic Eel’s ministrations, as they consisted entirely of smashing against the thin bulwark of her trunks with the battering ram of Calliope’s hips. Fingers curled into helpless talons, Adelaide voiced an uncharacteristically loud groan when Cali settled down with all her weight, the mismatched lovely completely dominating the once domineering mistress of the Madhouse.
Working hard to keep his eyes on Brewster’s face and not the churning piston of Calliope’s glutes, Merle dropped to one knee and asked, “How you doing, Adelaide? Need me to call for the bell?”
She shook her head ‘no’ after a moment, then added, “This piece of shyt smells like rotten funnel cakes and piss on the midway. How do you think I’m feelLLEERRGGH!”
Calliope drove a miniature Headbutt into the bridge of her nose, then stretched the Grapevine a little wider and pushed up on her palms. “Everyone knows you’re a big faker, you don’t have to be a big meanie too.” she chided. “Some of my best friends are funnel cakKKKAAARRRHHHH NO BITING!”
There was some question as to whether or not that was an official rule or just one of Cali’s house rules but it proved a moot point because the Weeping Angel didn’t stop gnawing on the hollow between her foe’s right shoulder and neck until she wrenched her legs free of that debilitating stretch. Curling up at once she stuffed her feet against Calliope’s chest and pistoned them with enough force to send flying back like she’d just taken a shotgun blast in a Jon Woo action caper.
There was an extremely satisfying THWUMP when the freak touched down on the well-carpeted floor, though Adelaide felt a twinge of disappointment because she’d wanted to send Cali hurtling through the still gaping trapdoor. Since that didn’t seem to be an option, she got to her feet, turned around and hurried to the as of yet unexplored room. Opening the door provided her a glimpse of something she hadn’t expected, but a split-second assessment provided her with plenty ideas so she stepped into the semi-gloom and didn’t bother to shut the door behind her.
Out in the hallway Calliope sat up and winced as her hands explored the ache in the back of her head and the sting on the side of her neck. “Did you see where the Faker got off to, big talking zebra?” she asked Merle.
“She’s down th--”
“If you’re looking for an audience with the Queen of the Madhouse, don’t consult the servants…” Adelaide’s voice floated soft and lazy from the open door. “…Ask for the Queen herself. That is, if you still want to fight, Do you still want to fight, you poor, miserable wretch? Or will you drop down on your knees and join the three of us in our blessed Midnight?”
Calliope picked herself off the floor and took a few steps forward. She could see Adelaide smirking at her through the dimness and she didn’t much like it. “Midnight’s all well and good, but I could never join a church that denounced all other thirty-five hundred and ninety-nine minutes… or let pathetic bullying frauds call the shots.”
Silence greeted that, but Merle could almost hear anger simmering off the other brunette in waves. After a moment, Brewster cooed, “Step into my boudoir and this pathetic bullying fraud will treat you to the worst beating of your misbegotten life.”
Calliope rolled her shoulders. “Time you finally met a real monster, suckah.” With that she broke into a dead run that took her down the hall and through the open door in a matter of heartbeats. Raising her hands to meet the other brunette’s challenge, the Queen of Outré Space leapt and BWAAANGED head-first into the heavy wood-framed mirror.
Laughing like a lunatic as Calliope and the unsuspecting piece of furniture went down with stereo, albeit vastly different crashes, Adelaide shook her head and taunted, “You really are as fucked up as they say, aren’t you? You’d have to be crazy to fall for something like that!” Cali had nothing to say to that so Brewster scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair. “I should smash your head through that damned thing for the stunt you pulled with the gurney. But why should we both have seven years bad luck?”
“Yuuuhhh… your parents named you Adelaide,” Calliope mumbled, “I think ALL your luck’s been baDDDNNNNGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness slammed a knee into her foe’s belly, then laced both hands across the back of Cali’s head and hopped up so her feet were braced against her thighs. Shifting over to a Front Facelock, Adelaide swung in a half circle and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the crown of Calliope’s noggin into the floor with her Wolvesbane DDT.
WOLVESBANE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzK-kx8ztEU
Rolling to one knee, Brewster brushed a lock of hair off Cali’s forehead and caressed her cheek in remarkably condescending fashion. “Now that the medication is sinking in, I think it’s time you took a moment to properly appreciate the surroundings.” Proud to show off any and every part of her favorite real estate, Adelaide clamped a hand around Calliope’s throat and jerked her to a rough seat. “Look around, insect. You are in the sanctum sanctorum of the Queen of Nightmares.”
For once, Adelaide spoke the truth. The pair of rivals were in a luxuriously appointed bedroom quite suitable for a tale of gothic horror. The far wall was nothing but windows, though these were sheathed with heavy red drapes that only revealed a hint of the faux thunderstorm raging beyond. The furniture was either heavy dark wood or equally bulky overstuffed chairs and settees, everything perfectly in place save for the mirror Brewster had used as her trap. As expected the focal point was the bed, a truly gigantic four poster number that could’ve housed a four on four apartment house battle with room leftover for the audience.
“Considering the liberties you’ve taken with my poor mirror I don’t think I’ll invite you to my bed just yet.” Adelaide chuckled as she bore down on her prey’s neck. “That chair though,” she indicated a purple velvet number not far from the windows, “I believe that would be the perfect spot for us to share a drinKEERRRGGGHH!”
Content to let Brewster yammer while she regained her strength, Cali abruptly reached up and back and snatched a massive amount of hair. “Not gonna drink your Kool-Aid, faker.” Calliope grunted as she struggled to verticality while still mired in the stranglehold. “But I will enjoy bouncing on your bed!” She stamped on Brewster’s toes, then charged the bed and whipped around so Adelaide THWHUNKED spine-first into one of the heavy corner post. “Ready to let go, sweetie?” The Monster of the Midway drove her backside into the Churchgoer’s tummy, which did no favors to Brewster’s back. Adelaide only snarled and squeezed a little harder, so Cali repeated the tactic.
Her own voice roughened by the oxygen shortage, Calliope added, “You’re allowed to keep squeezin’, but if you do I might have to take another trip to your OTHER sanctum sanctorum.” Shaking one hand out of Adelaide’s hair, she forced it between her back and Brewster’s tummy and slowly worked it south.
Equally sickened, enraged and frightened by the thought of enduring Calliope’s claw again, the Weeping Angel abandoned the choke only to loop her right arm around the freak’s throat. Curling her left hand into a fist, she drilled it between Cali’s shoulders a few times then kept it pressed in place, twisting her wrist back and forth to create a little more separation between their bodies. Even that didn’t stop the fingers headed toward her waistband so Brewster locked her hands and turned to the side so that her right side was snugged against Calliope’s back. “This dalliance is over,” the Weeping Angel hissed, “it’s time you remembered who you’re trifling with.”
SLEEPER TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1mpbxrLRIs
Then she cranked the Sleeper and rolled her hips to flip the other brunette up and over, Calliope landing facedown on the huge bed with a muffled THWHUMP! While this particular landing was certainly better than coming to rest on canvas or even carpet, the Takedown still left Cali breathless and quite vulnerable when Adelaide slid in beside her. “You feasted on me earlier, lunatic. And in doing so you denigrated my prowess, my title, everything for which I have worked so hard. For that I shall cast you into the darkness, but not before I drain every last bit of pride running through those OOOOFFFHH!”
Calliope pushed onto her knees and jabbed an elbow into her attacker’s belly. “You talk too much.” she muttered. “Only wannabe monsters prattle on that muCHHEERRRGGHHH!”
Adelaide bulled her onto the comforter, swung a leg over one hip and promptly sank her claws into Cali’s breasts. “And you’re not screaming ENOUGH!” she snarled. “What say we change thTTERRRGGHHH!”
Calliope returned the favor, Brewster’s mesh one-piece and simple bikini top providing no real protection from her rival’s reprisal. “Leggo my girls, faker!” Calliope demanded. “Otherwise I’ll squeeze and I’ll tweeze and I’ll twist your OOOWW DIRTY BIRDY!”
Abandoning her grips for another tactic, Adelaide flattened her right hand into a spade and jabbed the point between Calliope’s thighs. The One Woman Freak Show shuddered but couldn’t toss Brewster from her mount, which gave the Queen of Nightmares plenty of reason to do it again. More jostling and wriggling, still not much in the way of escape, so Adelaide spiked her foe’s crotch one more time, then hooked Cali under the armpits and dragged her to a slumped seat. Straddling her prey’s upper thighs, Brewster twined one hand in Calliope’s hair and pulled her head back to expose the throat.
“You’ve proven a far greater challenge than I expected.” she murmured into the Eclectic Eel’s ear. “But in putting you down I’ve built a powerful thirst… and I mean to slake it.”
Weakened by the attacks on her undercarriage, Calliope tried to push the Churchgoer away with no success. “Nnnuuhh….nnuuh… gnaw all you want, phony. Everyone knows you’re not really a vampPPPEEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide pressed her questing muzzle against the side of Cali’s neck and though she might not have drained any blood from the trapped battler, the Claw she’d surreptitiously slipped beneath Calliope’s waistband provided a similarly electric reaction.
Wincing as Brewster attacked from two very different fronts, Cali grabbed a double handful of hair and tried to yank her head loose, unfortunately this resulted in a sudden, dramatic increase in the fires down below. “Don’t fight me.” Adelaide whispered between ‘sips’ from Calliope’s throat. “Surrender will be sweet. Resistance far less so.”
Cali shook her head ‘no’ more for herself than for Merle, who watched from a safe distance. Dividing her efforts between neck and nethers now, she huffed, “Huuuhhh….mmmmmhhh… if you think… I’m gonna let some fake bloodsucker round the bases on me, you’re crazier than AAAAAHHHH GAAAAAHH!”
Adelaide’s fingers, which had settled into a slow, rhythmic pace, abruptly squeezed down like the world’s most intimate Bear Trap. “What did I tell you about resistance, freak?” Brewster growled. “In here you’re nothing but my thrall and I shall treat you however I see fiTTEEAAAARRRGGHHH!” Cali fought Adelaide’s fire with some of her own, the kind that entailed sinking her teeth into the meat of the domineering brunette’s left shoulder. Rather than break her holds to do the same to Calliope’s, the Daughter of Darkness surged forward with all her weight and rode the Monster of the Midway down onto her back. With one arm threaded through her own stems to wage war on Calliope’s groin, Adelaide curled the other into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaked it across the tenacious freak’s face over and over again. When Calliope finally spat out her mouthful of monster, Brewster immediately pushed onto her knees, scooted forward and TWHUMPED her ass down on the pinned woman’s chest.
Framing Cali’s face with her thighs, she huffed, “It could have been achingly beautiful. Now it will be exceedingly ugly.”
“Screw you, suckbag.” Calliope rasped. “You’re not fooling anyone. Especially not MMMPPRGHH!”
Adelaide pushed up, swung around and settled down, her mesh-sheathed buns completely engulfing Cali’s forehead and nose. The shift from Schoolgirl to Reverse Face Sit forced Brewster to remove her claw but once she was back in position she resumed the under-trunks attack all the more forcefully. Grinding her hips to make it that much more uncomfortable for her opponent, Brewster hooked her free arm behind Cali’s left leg and tucked it under her armpit, thus denying the pinned woman her last hope of escape. “Don’t think I’ll stop before you can soil these linens.” Adelaide cooed as her hand created ripples and bulges in the sweaty lycra. “There are extra sets in the closets and our little referee is certainly capable of-- oh, you’ve had enough.”
Calliope slapped the mattress, then repeated herself on Brewster’s hip to make sure there was no mistake. There wasn’t. Merle threw a signal to the single unobtrusive cameraman and a moment later the same spooky bell from earlier sounded again. After that came the Announcer, piped in from somewhere above. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and still the Queen of the Madhouse… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
While sorely tempted to keep working the Crotch Claw, Adelaide didn’t actually want to deal with dirty sheets, so she slipped her hand loose and wiped it off on Calliope’s fluttering tummy. Lifting her buns off the beaten brunette’s greasy mug, she laid down beside her and murmured, “Join us, Calliope. Eve abandoned you once, she’ll do it again. But those who flock to the Church of Eternal Midnight are never alone.”
Several seconds went by before Cali turned her head toward Brewster. “I’d wear a PANTSUIT and sensible flats before I ever joined up with the Legion of PoseursSEERRGGH!”
Adelaide pie-faced her hard, then pushed onto her knees and barrel rolled the weary warrior all the way off the edge of the bed. Glaring down at the defiant madwoman, Brewster promised, “It’ll be worse next time, freak. It’ll keep getting worse until you… or that other loser… join us.”
Calliope closed her eyes and Candice Akeley opened them. “You haven’t seen the last of me, Brewster. You may have Cali flustered, but I felt the quit pouring out of your trunks when I had a hold of you. Next time I won’t let go.”
“Next time you won’t stop screaming.” Adelaide looked up and snapped her fingers at Merle. “Get this piece of trash out my sight. NOW!
Matching Brewster’s snarl with one of her own, Candice sat up and would’ve lurched onto the bed for round two if the referee hadn’t looped an arm around her waist. Even that didn’t stop her from lunging, but Adelaide slunk out of range and Merle didn’t ease up until they were through the door. “Feel free to try again next year, freak!” Adelaide tittered as the sounds of their footsteps tromped down the stairs. “If there’s anything left of you by then, of course.” Alone in the her chambers once again, the Queen of the Madhouse stretched out on the rumpled comforter and laced her hands across her stomach. After a moment she raised her head and stared directly into the camera. “If I have to get out of this bed, we’re going to have a serious chat, you and I.”
In no mood for such a discussion after all the violence it’d already seen that evening, the camera quickly withdrew from the bedroom and started down the hall. It’d just reached the landing when the shot faded to black, thus ending one tale of terror and beginning another.
