Post by hawkeye on Dec 7, 2017 0:49:50 GMT
Understandably shaken by the horrors of the previous tale, the Basement Dwellers and all those FAWNatics watching at home were forced to find their courage fast when the Madhouse’s vaunted flying camera sped away from the scene of the crime to parts unknown. After a quick, somehow frantic jaunt down a series of poorly lit industrial hallways the camera veered into a freight elevator of distressingly antique vintage. The darkened confines of the elevator were actually quite prosaic save for a small sign plastered above the rows of buttons. The sign was bone white, with deep red letters that looked almost wet to the touch. It read:
Here There Be Monsters.
Now’s the part of the movie where everyone SHOULD go running for the nearest exit, alas the door drew shut with an appropriately gothic shriek 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:
Nevermore
Either fearless or foolish, the camera barged its way through in search of an audience with the lady of the house.
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 midnight blue pile featuring thin sworls of gray, green and purple. The décor was simultaneously elegant and ominous. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and dozens of small objet d’art. Lining the walls were a number of paintings, most of them bleak autumnal or winter landscapes, though there were a few inconspicuous depictions of famous FAWN violence, most of it seeming to favor the escapade of the Black Court. 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. For a moment it looked like the camera might go exploring, but was halted by the timely arrival of referee Craig Long.
Al had made a point of warning him about trying to wrap his head around this place, yet Craig couldn’t help but try and his head hurt as a result. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Long looked over his shoulder like he thought he heard something, then shook it off and honed in on a the cameraman. As ready as he’d ever be, the ref nodded and the Announcer’s voice boomed into the darkness. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the Queen of the Madhouse title! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!”
The front doors swung open and the Wolf of Winter strolled in with the swagger of
someone who’d bought the place and already had designs on some serious remodeling. Sauntering right over to the distracted black & white, Elise calmed his nerves (or at least captured his attention) by shrugging off her short silk robe and draping it over his shoulder. “Hang that up, would you?” she purred. “I’m closing on this place first thing in the morning, but I’m not quite familiar with the layout.” Craig absolutely did not want to wander off in search of a closet, so he stepped away and made a show of looking every which way without actually moving in any of them. Undeterred by the man’s reticence, Elise put her hands on her hips and looked around the battleground all while knowing the camera was trained on her with equal intensity. Couldn’t blame it really. For her third and final victory against the outmatched Courtier, the Icy Manipulator wore matching bra & panties done in fog gray satin. She’d elected to go sans footwear or even ankle and wrist wraps, indeed her only other accessory appeared to be the coat of blood red polish on her nails. “Lovely.” Elise murmured after a small nod. “This place will truly be worthy of its name once it’s finally experienced a woman’s touch. Now, where’s the baby bird that somehow claimed this palace as her own?”
The Announcer provided a prompt answer. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds, she is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, I give to you the Raven, LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
A door on the second floor swung open and Lenore appeared from the gloom at the top of the stairs. Adelaide padded into view at the top of the stairs. Forgoing the robe favored by her opposition, Lenore came to meet her guests in nothing but her battle attire, a strappy bra and equally sturdy briefs both in the deep, spectral purple of twilight in Lovecraft’s New England. Pausing at the foot of the stairs, the lithesome brunette looked her opposition up and down before saying, “You actually came. I was almost certain you’d find a way to wriggle out of tonight’s entertainment.”
“You’re the only one who wriggles during out entertainment, dear.” Elise purred. “And moans. And screams. And… well, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten.”
The anger in Lemarchand’s eyes told Winterrest the other woman most certainly hadn’t forgotten and Elise would’ve delighted in refreshing her on other slights, unfortunately Craig picked that exact moment to launch into a well meaning and thoroughly useless explanation of the rules (or rather, the lack thereof) for tonight’s contest.
LENORE LEMARCHAND
ELISE WINTERREST
Deigning to speak only once Long had ceased his useless prattling and given them some space, Elise made a point of breaking eye contact with the other brunette to look around the dim, cavernous space. “I rather enjoy some of the decorative adjustments.” Winterrest said, her gaze still wandering. “Adelaide is a kindred spirit to be sure, but her love of the Hammer oeuvre led to some rather… obvious choices.” She trailed off and returned her attention to the Raven. “It really is a lovely nest you’ve built for yourself, little bird. I might actually keep you on as a maid, once it’s my name on the door.”
Lenore smiled, no, she grinned at this wolf that had slunk into her parlor. “If your name is EVER on that door, it’ll be written in blood as a warning to all the other beasts of the forest.”
Elise’s dark eyes flashed and she stepped forward, Miss Murder chesting into her hostess like she’d already won the match. “But I am no mere beast, Lenore. I am the wolf that stormed into your precious Black Court clubhouse and made you scream. I am the wolf that left you bloody and battered following our first match. The wolf that made you shriek for mercy in our--”
Lemarchand pushed hard enough to rock the interloper back a step. “Wrong label, Winterrest.” she hissed. “You’re not a wolf. You’re a TOOL that used every trick at her disposal to try to put me on the shelf. Didn’t work though, did it? How did it feel to back up that ramp knowing I still wanted to fight and you--” a growl from the Courtier as Elise reached up and around and filled one hand with Lemarchand’s hair.
“As long as you draw breath I will ALWAYS want to fight, little bird.” the other brunette cooed. “The only reason I didn’t finish you last time--” she gave Lenore’s head a tremendous yank, placed her other hand against opposing chest and sent her stumbling with a rude shove. “-- is because I wanted to finish you tonight. Now. Would you like a running start or do you prefer some idiotic show of brav--”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden lashed out with a Bytch Slap that would’ve swiveled Elise’s head (or possibly split her lip) if the Icy Manipulator hadn’t caught her wrist with barely an inch to spare. Squeezing until she felt the bones in Lemarchand’s wrist grind, Elise twisted her head and gently kissed her rival’s palm. “I know you too well, little bird.” she sighed. “At home, in the ring, even here in your sanctum sanctorum, there’s no place I can’t make you ERRRRHHHH!”
Lenore hooked her fingers into a claw, pressed them in beneath the other brunette’s right ear and raaaaaaaaked the full length of her jawline! Elise hissed but didn’t relinquish her hold on Lemarchand’s wrist. That didn’t come until Emily’s Lady in Waiting snatched her own handful of hair and yanked hard enough to make Winterrest’s eyes water! Disengaging with an angry snarl, Winterrest pressed a hand to her stinging scalp and backed away, lest the desperate savage attempt to maim… the insult on Elise’s lips died a quick death when she spied Lenore standing with one hand outstretched. On it rested a small, dark tangle, one the Wolf realized used to reside on her own head.
Countering Winterrest’s hate-congested frown with a beaming smile, Lenore put the heel of her palm directly beneath her chin and blew stolen strands onto the plush carpet with a single cheery puff. “Don’t worry about that now, Elise.” the Raven’s tone dripped with false generosity. “The maid, I mean, you, can tend to it later--”
Winterrest sprang with all the ferocity of her nickname, the gray-clad lovely sweeping Lenore into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up so stiff it forced her up against the back of the couNO! Lenore slid out of Elise’s clutches, caught a wrist and slipped around behind her, the Hammerlock already in place by the time she drove the other woman’s tummy into the
overstuffed couch. Elise ‘ooofffhed’ but probably would’ve stayed upright if Lemarchand hadn’t clamped down on one shoulder and doubled her over atop the couch. “My, my, getting tawdry rather soon, aren’t we dear?” Lenore teased as she used the Hammerlock to draw a pained hiss from her nemesis. “I’d intended to give you the full tour before we got this far, but if you’d rather skip to the finale,” she slid her hand from Winterrest’s shoulder to her hair and yanked backward, forcing the Malicious Mainer to stare straight ahead. “Perhaps you’d like to watch the fire while I f*cking destroy you?!” The Raven punctuated the offer with a single rude hip to glute grind, a detail not lost on Elise.
Vowing to return every bit of discomfort a hundredfold, she reached back with her free hand and landed a few awkward slaps to Lemarchand’s flank before catching hold of her waistband. Lenore knew what she had in mind and immediately wedged her right knee between the prone woman’s thighs. “Consider your options carefully, pup. Your leverage is non-existent and mine could break your eerrrrhhhhhh!”
Elise knew and didn’t care, as evidenced by the spite she put into the wedgie that distended Lenore’s purple bottoms. “Feel familiar, Raven?” Winterrest grunted. “By the time I make this place my own, you’ll be begging me to take these slutty scraps as a trophAAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore let go of Elise’s hair, helped herself to some waistband and made the trapped brunette pay dearly for her infraction. Meticulous as ever, even when inflicting something as catty as a wedgie, Lemarchand used her makeshift handle to keep Elise under control as she used a knee to force the trapped wrestler’s legs several inches farther apart. Enjoying this early dominance to its fullest, the Fair & Radiant Maiden started to address her prey, then honed in on the official instead. “Yes, Craig?”
The ref was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “I was gonna ask if she--nevermind, it’s too early.”
Lenore smiled wider than ever and wrenched up on both the wedgie and the Hammerlock. “Oh, I don’t think it’s EVER too early to ask an overmatched witch if she’s had enough. Look, I’ll even do it for you!” She slotted her left knee between the Icy Manipulator’s thighs and ground just enough to make Elise’s predicament that much more uncomfortable. “Craig wants to know if you’ve had enough, dear. Hapless as you look right now, I can’t imagine you’d want your grand campaign against me to end with you doubled over the couch and wailing like a piece of freshmen bikini meat that picked a fight she couldn’t wi--
Winterrest released the wedgie, created a claw of her own and scored Lemarchand from calf to thigh in a single sadistic pass. “You’re the one prone to surrender, little bird.” Elise cooed. “Or did you forget how I made you beNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lenore hadn’t forgot, in fact her humiliation at Fall Out was so fresh on her mind that she couldn’t muster a smile as she began pounding one knee into the vulnerable meat of her opponent’s inner thighs. Elise groaned, shook her head and squirmed as best she could, but the combination of catty, technical and traitorous furniture kept her glued in place while Lenore
tenderized her stems with no less than a dozen Kneelifts. Stopping only when she was certain she’d started to reduce the Wolf’s hind legs, Lenore abruptly released Hammerlock and Wedgie so she could pivot to one side and cinch an arm across Elise’s lower back. Other hand raised high, the Courtier sneered, “Welcome to the Queen’s Chambers, bytch.” It came down once, twice, thrice, Lenore’s palm pinking Elise’s glutes a split second before the vengeful vixen dipped low and cinched an arm around Winterrest’s thigh to dump Miss Murder over the back of the couch like she was trying to eliminate her from a Battle Royale.
Elise’s fall was not as painful or dramatic as that (there was after all, a pair of overstuffed cushions to absorb the worst of the impact) yet it was far more ungainly than the elegant brunette preferred and she could almost hear the idiots upstairs laughing when she ‘thumped’ to a stop on the carpet a short distance from the fireplace. On the other side of the couch, a smirking Lemarchand propped her elbows on the back of the couch, laced her fingers together and rested her chin atop the makeshift platform to better observe her work. Smiling in spite of the hatred boiling up inside, the Courtier quoted, "This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining, on the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er... Gaudy bytch, get off my floor!"
Winterrest’s mood, already grim, turned downright tempestuous as Lemarchand used that disgustingly purple prose to taunt her. Rolling to one knee with as much dignity as she could muster, Elise smoothed her hair back, made a small adjustment to her top, then stood up. Back-lit by the warm glow of the fire, she huffed, “Congratulations, you’ve got all the talent for parody of a slightly gifted child.”
Lenore pushed back from the couch and sidled toward the foyer, granting Elise a direct line of attack if she dared something so brazen. “What’s wrong, Elise? Game not so fun when you’re playing from behind?”
The Icy Manipulator rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Lemarchand’s interpretation of the score. “Please. Any moron that remembers eighth grade English can recite The Raven verbatim. I thought you’d at least have the capacity for The Conqueror Worm or perhaps even The Haunted Palace.”
Lenore sniffed derisively. “As if you know a single syllable of either.”
Winterrest started to move around the couch, one hand tracing along the cushions and then the armrest as she recited, "But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory that blushed and bloomed is but a dim-remembered story of the old time entombed."
Lenore took another step back and her hands came up as she settled into an expectant crouch. “Interesting choice, particularly the robes of sorrow. Is that what you plan to wear when they walk you out of this place?”
Elise’s answering grin was a blade that cut the gloom. “A painfully obvious interpretation.
No little bird, that was to let you know that soon, very soon, the time will come when no one remembers your ownership of these--” ‘Chambers’ was on her lips when Winterrest snatched hold of a pillow and slung it at her opponent’s head! The pitch was fast but the Raven was faster, unfortunately it was merely a feint and with her attention diverted Lenore was exposed when Elise charged in and drove a shoulder into her tummy! Lemarchand ‘OOOOFFFFHED!’ doubled forward and might’ve secured a Front Facelock if the Wolf of Winter hadn’t cinched her up around the thighs and muscled her off the carpet. It wasn’t quite a full over one shoulder lift, but Lenore’s feet were most definitely scrabbling at nothing as Elise plowed across the foyer and THWHUMPED her against the banister!
“Errrrrggggghhhh dammit!” the Courtier jolted back before slumping forward, her chest and belly resting heavily against the nearly bare expanse of Winterrest’s back. “Bytch, you wreck my banister and I’ll make sure the repairs come out of your payWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Not about to take any of Lemarchand’s shyt when it came to poetry OR interior design tips, Elise dragged her away from the banister, crouched low and stood up straight with Lemarchand still wriggling in her clutches. Doing so briefly formed their bodies into a ninety degree angle, one that shrank to nothing as soon as Elise swung her burden back down and dropped to one knee. The imaginary crowd that’d giggled at Winterrest’s earlier misfortune now groaned in nauseated sympathy as Lenore crashed down crotch-first atop her attacker’s posted thigh.
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Savoring the sight of her foe’s pain wracked form, Elise twined one hand into Lemarchand’s hair and cupped her chin with the other. “Oh you silly little bird.” the Malicious Mainer cooed only after she’d forced blistering eye contact. “We both know the loser has to pay for any damages done to this place. I hope you’ve been saving. Because I’m going to use you to break any and everything I--”
CRAAAACK! The Fair & Radiant Maiden swatted Winterrest’s hands aside and clapped her across the mouth with an angry Bytch Slap. “Shyt talk gets your face slapped in my house, Winterrest.” Lenore barked. “Learn the lesson or get slapped agaiNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Elise answered not with a slap but a rake, Miss Murder dragging her nails across Lemarchand’s eyes in a single savage pass. Her world reduced to flickers and sworls, Lenore managed a desperation shove before she turned away, alas she’d only made it a couple steps when Winterrest THWAPPED a Forearm Smash into the back of her neck which in turn sent the Courtier BWONKING forehead-first against the banister.
“Don’t even think about asking for a reprieve.” Elise sniffed as she curled her fingers around Lemarchand’s bra strap and used it to haul the woozy wrestler away from the stairs. “It’s time you learned that kindness and mercy are two concepts destined for banishment from the Madhouse just as soon as I’ve deposed of you, false queen.” Lenore might’ve tried to say something, but whatever it was came out a whining groan because Elise secured an S-Grip
against the right side of her head and twisted her neck hard left. Doubled over by the torque of the Cravate, Lenore could only deliver weak slaps to the Wolf’s midriff and they didn’t cut it once Elise pulled her in and THUMPED a stiff Kneelift into her chest. Give the Raven credit, she drew her arms up in hopes of protecting against further abuse, but Winterrest piled on hard and fast, the gray-clad battler shifting her target just enough to ensure Lenore’s defenses were never in the right place at the right time.
CRAVATE KNEELIFTS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRaeHX3C4qY
Elise released the Cravate after half a dozen shots, fully expecting the Raven to crumple to all fours at her feet. So imagine her surprise (translation: displeasure) when Lemarchand grabbed her by the arm and plowed a vindictive punch into her attacker’s navel. It didn’t pack nearly the well, punch, of Lenore’s usual strikes, but the mere fact of it brought a snarl from the Wolf of Winter. Shaking free of the other brunette’s grasp, Elise raaaaaaaaaked her nails up Lemarchand’s back, then helped herself to a handful of waistband and gave it a sharp yank. That, in conjunction with a snug grip on her prey‘s hair gave Winterrest full control over Emily’s Lady in Waiting and she promptly used it to march the other brunette over to the banister. Hiking Lenore’s briefs up that much higher, Elise THUMPED her against the heavy wooden uprights, then braced a forearm against the nape of Lemarchand’s neck. “Cede these rooms quietly and I may very well let you leave with the respect due a former queen.” Elise hissed in her rival’s ear. “Defy me and I’ll strip you bare, then force you out the front door without so much as a robe of sorrow to cover your humiliation.”
Breathing hard in the wake of Winterrest’s brutal reversal of fortune, Lemarchand grabbed hold of the nearest support, just in case the other woman didn’t like her answer. “It’ll… it’ll take more than threats to win this place, honey. And I’d be careful making threats when the night is so young. I’ve already got Adelaide’s briefs on one end of the mantle, I’d love to have yours at the otEEERRRGGHHH AAAAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
But Elise didn’t stop, she continued to shove the Courtier’s noggin with both hands in a callous attempt to force it through the wooden supports of the banister! Lenore shrieked like a Hammer starlet in mortal peril and Craig, who’d studied the plans of this place long enough to know what was breakaway and what wasn’t, only allowed the punishment for a five count before he barked, “Ease off, Elise! That’s not gonna give way no matter how hard you push!”
Winterrest slackened the pressure slightly, but shifted her body to ensure Lemarchand couldn’t wriggle away from her trap. “Well that is truly disappointing news, Craig. Say, do you think Lenore’s SKULL will give way if I keep pushing? Let’s find out!” She leaned in full force and once again the Chambers were filled with their Queen’s wails. Frustrated by the brunette’s defiance, Craig stepped closer to the action and damn near shouted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Disqualification was non-existent, but the Icy Manipulator didn’t like anyone other than Lenore screaming in her ear, so she broke away with a growl, leaving the Raven to slump against the unyielding slats. Dark eyes locked on the referee, Elise took a threatening step forward and
said, “Try something like that again and you won’t like my response.” She smiled and the malevolence was gone as though it had never been there at all. “Or we can forget this little breach of etiquette and start fresh! All you have to do is give me your belt.”
Craig frowned. “Umh, I don’t think that’s prudent, do you EliNNNNGGGGHH!” Winterrest tagged him across the jaw with a backhand, then caught the poor dope by the waist before he could stumble out of range. Undoing the clasp with a practiced flick of her thumb, Elise raised a foot, planted it against Long’s chest and cooed, “Not a request, idiot.” The ref didn’t have time to protest before Winterrest pushed with her foot and pulled on the belt, a deft bit of maneuvering that got Miss Murder exactly what she wanted at the low, low price of a few belt loops.
Armed with this dangerous new toy, Elise rounded on Lemarchand, but rather than lace it across the vulnerable woman’s back, the Malicious Mainer strolled around to the other side of the banister and climbed to the second step. “You’re going to regret that little stunt with the salt.” Winterrest’s tone was decidedly chilly as she reached through the supports, grabbed hold of Lenore’s wrists and pulled them though to her side of the banister. “Because what I had in mind for Fall Out is nothing compared to what’s planned for tonight, little bird.” Lemarchand muttered something that might’ve been a curse, but Elise didn’t hear it, as she’d already pressed her foe’s hands together and looped Craig’s belt around her wrists once, twi-- “Eeeeeerrrrhhhhh… that’s CHEAP, even for you, Lemarchand.” Winterrest sneered when the Courtier’s talons came to life and clamped down on her breasts. Enduring the desperate attack with little more than a curled lip, Elise told Lenore, “Savor it while you can, little raven. This desperate fluttering of yours is about to come to an UUUNNNNNNNGGHH!”
Lenore abandoned the claw hold, snagged Winterrest by the straps of her bra and yanked her into a chest-first collision with the heavy wooden slats! Elise wheezed, grabbed at Lemarchand’s wrists and tried to pull loose only to get slammed against the railing twice more. The last impact bounced the brunette’s forehead off the handrail with a heavy THUNK that guaranteed fireworks exploding behind her eyes. That was when the Fair & Radiant Maiden let go of her rival’s wrists and reached over the rail to secure a rough Front Facelock. The difference in elevation wasn’t much, all told. It was just enough to make things awkward for both wrestlers when Lenore came over the banister with her free hand to claim Elise’s waistband. Not quite sure how this would play out, Lenore kept her hooks as snug as possible while she managed to plant one foot on the side of the second step. From there she bent her knees and hoisted Elise over the banister and into place directly overhead, a position she occupied for mere heartbeats before Lemarchand laid out and deposited her on the floor with a cringe worthy THAWHUMP!
It was just a Vertical Suplex, and only slightly elevated at that, but that didn’t stop Miss Murder from wailing in chiropractic anguish or the Basement Dwellers from bellowing ‘HOLY SHYT!’ from their section of the Madhouse. The landing was far from painless for Emily’s Lady in Waiting, both her lower back and tailbone ached something fierce, yet she accepted the pain with a smile the instant she looked over one shoulder and spied Winterrest flopped onto her side, the other brunette’s back seemingly frozen in an agonizing arch. Maintaining a contemplative silence until Elise stretched out in a stunned ‘wha hoppen?’ sort of puddle, Lenore treated her prey’s cheek to a supremely condescending pat as she asked, “What’s the matter, sweetness?
Upkeep on this place starting to intimidate you?”
The wounded Wolf swatted Lenore’s hand away, a bit of defiance that earned her a much harder slap to the ear. “Oh good, you’re not blubbering.” Lemarchand filled a hand with Winterrest’s hair and started hauling her to her knees. “I was afraid you might break before the tour got underway.”
The confidence in Lenore’s voice burned through the worst of Elise’s hurt, replacing it with anger. Fingers curled into hooks, she waited until the Courtier stood her up before slotting that wicked claw between Lemarchand’s thighs. Lenore bared her teeth, grimly fighting through the pain radiating from her center as she drew Elise’s temple against the point of her hip with a stiff Side Headlock. “Nnnnhhhh… don’t think so, bytch.” the Raven croaked. “Your cheap shyt’s not going to fly in ooooohhhhhhhh you sadistic slut.”
Not content with attacking through the scant protection of her opponent’s briefs, Elise slipped three fingers through a leg hole and treated Lenore to an eye-watering pinch. “Luuuhhhh… let go of my head, little raven.” Winterrest demanded from the depths of the Headlock. “Stand us up and perhaps I won’t turn you into my personal sock puppAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore did some clawing of her own, slowly draaaaaagggging her nails across the other brunette’s eyes and nose. “You don’t give orders here, Winterrest.” she spat after a second Eye Rake freed her nethers from Elise’s tawdry grip. “In this house you take orders and beatings in whatever order I decide to mete them out!” To emphasize this point, Lenore bore down on the Headlock and stomped past the stairs en route to the cases of morbid curios that lurked beside the door to the library. Lenore had grand plans for Elise once they reached the library, but first a little detour to avenge the cruel bytch’s banister assisted beatdown. Angling toward a low coffee table as they crossed the wide, shadowy foyer, Lemarchand broke into a flat-out run that forced Winterrest to stagger along in her wake. The coffee table was only a few feet away when the Fair & Radiant Maiden took flight, Lenore busting out an old Shea London specialty to bring her burden down chest and tummy-first across the unsuspecting furniture! Designed for just such an occasion, the coffee table crumpled beneath Elise with a hellacious CRASH, not that it was loud enough to cover the Icy Manipulator’s own wail of anguish.
Unmoved by her foe’s histrionics, Lenore treated Elise to an unquestionably bytchy bra snap before once again helping herself to the downed grappler’s dark hair. “Suck it up and get on your feet, honey.” Lenore demanded as she dragged Winterrest to all fours. “It’s time I showed you one of my favorite rooms.” Elise only moaned and swatted at one foot, so Lemarchand yanked her head back with one hand and opened the door with the other. “See all of those books, baby?” Lenore was all smiles in the mellow glow thrown from the library. “Each and every one of them has given me a different idea of how to kick your scrawny ass.”
Haughty despite (or perhaps in spite) of the unpleasant position, Elise caught her breath and muttered, “Is that so? I wonder what unfathomable horrors your mind produced from the likes of Goodnight Moon and See Spot RuNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand turned to the side, pressed a knee to the nape of her rival’s neck and dropped down to THWHUMP Winterrest’s forehead against the floor in a modified Bulldog. “Watch your mouth about the classics, Elise.” Lenore still had a hand in the other brunette’s dark locks when she stood up. “After all, goodnight moon is the last thing that’ll cross your mind before I smother you out.” The Icy Manipulator could produce no answer to the Courtier’s threat, which made Lemarchand very happy. Wasting more energy dragging the witch back to all fours made her less happy, so the Raven simply doubled down on her hair-hold and draaaaaaaaaagged Winterrest into the library cavewoman-style.
“Don’t be shy, Craig.” Lenore called once she’d clapped a few stray hairs off her hands. “I want an official close by when this bytch decides she’s had enough.”
“I don’t submit, slut.” Elise growled from her place on the library floor. “Begging and groveling has always been your forrrrrgggggggggghhhhh!”
Winterrest’s taunt dissolved into anger and frustration when the Fair & Radiant Maiden straddled her legs and dropped to a seat with her tush resting against the pits of Elise’s knees. “So, you don’t submit, do you?” Lenore flattened her hands into paddles and pounded out a crisp little riff on Elise’s backside, much to the Wolf’s consternation. “Guess that means I’m wasting my energy…. or torturing you… or perhaps it’s a little of both.”
Miss Murder braced herself on one hand, reached back with the other and got her fingers bent waaaaaaaay back for the troubles. “BYTCH!” Winterrest yanked her aching fingers loose and pulled them close to her chest for added protection. “You’re going to pay dearly for every second of this humili--” Abrupt silence as Lemarchand slipped her left hand between the other woman’s thighs. No mere Crotch Claw this, Lenore fitted the curve of her thumb and index finger into the crease between Winterrest’s right buttock and thigh, thus allowing her an even stronger grip on the grounded grappler’s inner thigh. Lemarchand bore down hard, her claws sinking deep despite the immediate flex from her opposition.
“I’ve already paid the price to play this game, Elise.” she murmured. “Several times in fact. Now it’s time you paid your fair share.” Elise would’ve answered if Emily’s Lady in Waiting hadn’t mirrored the original grip with her right hand.
Lenore Lemarchand with the Hammy Clamp in the Library.
There was no bloodcurdling scream to follow up, no wailing or thrashing from the afflicted, yet Craig Long closed in on his charges because of the anguished way Elise wrapped her head in her arms. “What do you say, Elise?” the ref asked from minimum safe distance. “Need me to call it?”
Winterrest shook her head ‘no’ at once, but offered no snarl or sass to go with it, that’s how Lenore knew the hold was working. Alternately relaxing and tightening her grip, the Raven said, “Remember the rules of our game, dear? I have a slight modification for your consideration. If you’ll raise your head for a moment you will see a bust on the far side of the room. Yes, that’s good, right there. That is a bust of Palas and it happens to be your goal. If you can drag your
alas’s shadow, I’ll break this hold and stand us up without so much as a word of complaint.” She squeezed even harder and was delighted to hear Winterrest groan in the back of her throat. “What say you, Wolf? Do you accept my challenge or would you prefer to gnaw a leg off instead?”
Winterrest pushed up on her elbows and looked over one shoulder, her dark eyes burning with hatred. “This is just another contest for me to best you in, little bird.” she rasped. “And when I do I’ll smash poor Palas across your f*cking heaDDDDRRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lenore squeezed even harder, her knuckles showing little white crescents as she attempted to peel meat from bone. “Crawl or lose a leg.” she threatened. “Make your f*cking choice.”
Winterrest answered by planting her hands against the carpet and rising up to full extension. Accepting the inevitable rug burns as a small price to pay for claiming Lenore’s house as her own, Elise took several deep breaths before she set out on the long journey across the library. Lemarchand let her make the trip in silence, though it certainly wasn’t uncontested, as she made Winterrest earn every inch of carpet with a thigh-shredding assault that was as meticulous as it was heartless. Just past the halfway point, Elise collapsed onto her forearms and stayed there, hair hanging in her face as she tried to will herself into motion. Taking the opportunity to slacken her grip ever so slightly, Lemarchand looked to the solitary cameraman and asked, “Would you be so kind as to link us to the crowd’s audio feed?”
A moment of silence, then a cacophonous thunder of cheers, whistles and ‘TAP!’ chants filled the library! “Tap out, Elise.” Lenore demanded. “Or pass out if you’re feeling particularly gutless. Whatever you do, don’t waste my--”
“F*CK YOU!” Elise screamed as she forced her way up again. “YOU’LL NEVER BEAT ME! I OWN YOUR PATHETIC ASSSSAAAAAWWRRH!”
The Courtier ignored the cramps in her fingers to dish out another leg-shredding constriction. “You can have my ass anytime you want it, cunt.” she huffed. “But right now I own your thighs and that’s winning me this fight!”
Loathe to cede anything to a woman she’d bested in back to back outings, Winterrest switched from palms to elbows and resumed her trek across the library. Each inch was a fresh hell, but the Wolf of Winter kept at it until…. THERE! Elise screamed in hateful triumph as she dragged herself into the shadow of that pallid bust of Palas. “Break the hold, whore.” Winterrest was almost shuddering with relief. “I won your f*cking game, so break the goddamned holAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK YOOOOOOOUUU!”
True to her word, Lemarchand abandoned the Hammy Clamp without a moment’s protest. Unfortunately for Elise, the Fair & Radiant Maiden promptly snatched a double handful of Elise’s briefs and made most of them vanish with the most hateful wedgie she’d unleashed in a long time. “YOU WANT TO QUIT? HUH? DO YA, BYTCH? ANSWER ME!”
Ripping at her own hair to avoid a most humiliating mistake, Elise screamed, “NO! LET GO AND FIGHT FAIR YOU CHEATING SLUT!”
Lenore gave the impromptu thong half a dozen hard tugs, then let go and SPANKED her nemesis’s cheeks one more time. On her feet in an instant, Lemarchand cleared off, but only to glare daggers at the camera. “Cut the crowd. Cut it now!” Silence hit the library in a wave, meaning the Courtier sounded all the louder when she barked, “What did you just say, Elise?” Did you tell me to fight fair? She stomped over, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair just as Winterrest managed to sit herself up against the bookshelf. “This coming from the bytch that busted me open with a turnbuckle and HEYYYNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise darted forward, grabbed Lenore between the cups and pulled as hard as she could! Caught off balance by the sudden shift, the Courtier couldn’t get her hands up before her forehead THWHUNKED against the edge of the second shelf. Her knees turned to water and she sat down at once, Lemarchand seeing little black birdies in the wake of the brutal collision. Though she longed to rend the silence with Lenore’s screams, Elise knew she’d absorbed some heavy punishment in the last several minutes and so she treated herself to half a dozen deep breaths while she kept an eye on the glassy-eyed Raven. Eventually the worst of the hurt died down, so she shifted to one knee and rose to-- “Unnnnnnggggghhhh!” Winterrest stifled a groan as her thighs cramped violently and she dropped to her butt with a weary thud.
Craig noticed at once and stepped closer, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Elise? Can you stand?”
The Icy Manipulator hated the tone of sympathy more than anything she’d ever endured from Lemarchand and she shut it down with a single withering glare. “I’ll stand when I need to, idiot.” she snarled. “Not that I need to be on my feet to make this wretch beg for mercy. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Elise did just that, claiming possession of Lenore’s ankles before stretching her legs into a wide ‘V’. Lemarchand moaned and tried to pull away from the other brunette but she was still too woozy from her meeting with the shelf to understand the dire nature of her predicament. That all changed when Winterrest wedged her right leg between the Courtier’s crotch and pushed out while all her might while simultaneously yanking forward on her rival’s ankles!
“AAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHH!” Lenore’s hands flew to the encroaching foot, slapping and scratching to little effect. Smiling now that she’d fully reclaimed control of the fight, Elise jostled her heel against Lemarchand’s undercarriage and worked the other wrestler’s legs like she was going to town on a stubborn rowing machine. “See?” she asked Long. “Who needs to stand?” The referee made no comment as attention to his duties meant focusing on Lenore, but he’d caught the grimace on Winterrest’s face and understood her legs were still in pretty bad shape. Elise, perhaps sensing the official’s worry, made the Raven pay for it by shifting from heel to toe, all the better to gouge away at the scant fabric sheathing Lemarchand’s crotch. “Give it up, little raven.” the Wolf demanded following several more seconds of the hateful Wishbone. “Give it up before I decide to turn you into the world’s largest slipp--”
Lenore leaned forward over her attacker’s leg and raaaaaaaaaaked her nails down the inside of Elise’s traumatized thighs. The pain raised a lump in her throat, one she swallowed when Lemarchand hissed, “You’re not going to need slippers after they’ve amputated your legs, fucNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Elise abandoned her hold to grab a handful of Lenore’s hair. Her other hand reached over one shoulder, grabbed the first book she found and THWHUMPED it against the side of Lemarchand’s head! The Fair & Radiant Maiden crumpled to one side, both arms swaddled around her skull in the wake of the hardback attack. Chuckling over her own ingenuity, Winterrest looked at the title of the tome in hand and looked to the camera. “Paradise Lost… found it.” Elise dropped the book to the carpet, clambered to one knee and waited there, the gray-clad lovely clearly working herself up for--THERE! She couldn’t keep the groan off her lips, but the Icy Manipulator rose to her full height and more importantly, managed to stay there thanks to a hand braced against the bookshelf.
Craig caught the shiver in her knees and would’ve asked how she was doing if Elise hadn’t stopped him with a raised finger. “Not one word, do you understand? From now on your mouth stays shut until it’s time to say, “Let her go, Elise. The fight’s over. Understand?” Long sighed, then nodded, an answer that satisfied Miss Murder. “Very good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a queen to execute.”
Bending over to snatch a double handful of hair proved more challenging than Elise would have liked, yet she powered through the aches and pains to haul Lemarchand to her hands and knees. A Standing Headscissors followed and though Elise would’ve loved to crush her prey then and there, a single squeeze told her such a victory was out of the question, at least for now. Angered by any denial of her whims, Winterrest leaned over Lenore’s back and wrapped both arms around her waist. She was about to go for the Piledriver when she noticed the discarded copy of Paradise Lost on the carpet. An idea crossed her mind that made Elise smile again, indeed she was almost giggling as she trundled them around so that the Fair & Radiant Maiden was looking down at the ominously positioned classic. Forgoing the Waistlock for a two handed grip on her prey’s bottoms, Elise purred, “You’ve been hitting the books your whole life, Lenore. Isn’t it about time they got a chance to hit back?” With that she dipped her knees and YANKED Lemarchand’s togs as hard as she could! The sadistic wedgie proved enough to hoist Lenore upside down, but not enough to keep her there for more than a split second, not that it mattered when Winterrest dropped to her butt and THWUMPED the crown of the Courtier’s head atop thee, ahem, heavy reading. Lemarchand folded in on herself, then stretched out and slopped away, the lissome brunette stretched out like a rug that’d learned how to groan.
Pins meant nothing when it came to the Queen’s Chambers, yet that didn’t prevent Elise from shoveling the Raven onto her back and hooking the far leg in a high, gaudy cradle. Staring straight at the camera, Winterrest flattened her other hand into a paddle and smacked the floor in time with her count of, “ONE! TWO! THRNGH!”
Lenore got a hand against the shelf of Elise’s chin and shoved hard enough to wrench her chin at an unpleasant angle. “Helpless bytch!” The Wolf of Winter pounded a single angry punch
into her opponent’s stomach, then shoved her onto her belly. “You’re going to wish you had the good sense to stay down.” Climbing into a seat on the flagging fighter’s lower back, Elise reached for Lemarchand’s shoulders, then seemed to think better of it. Bracing one hand against the nape of the Courtier’s neck, the Malicious Mainer undid the clasp on Lenore’s bra and yanked it away with a merciless flourish. “Yes, yes, I know there’s nothing much to show off.” Elise taunted as she clamped down on Lemarchand’s biceps and threaded them across the planks of her thighs. “But that superfluous bit of lace will make an excellent trophy and really…” she swatted Lenore’s cheeks with both hands before easing the grip south to her prey’s vulnerable bounty, “… I can never pass up an opportunity to humiliate you.”
Lenore’s response froze in her throat when she felt Miss Murder claim possession of her nipples in a deceptively gentle pincer grip. Jaw set to endure the looming agony as best she could, Emily’s Lady in Waiting drew in a deep breath and spat, “I’ve had to watch you pretend to be me for the last six months. Nothing you can devise is more humiliating than eeeeerrrrrrr FAAAAAAHKING BYYYYTCH, STAAAAAAAHHHP!”
But Elise didn’t stop, instead she increased the ferocity of her tweaking until Lenore could only shake her head ‘no, no, no!’ when Craig asked if she wanted to submit. The seconds piled up as Elise’s patience began to erode, the Icy Manipulator putting more and more venom into her torture until finally she cupped a hand under Lenore’s chin and pulled back until they were looking into each other’s eyes. “No rules to this game now, little raven.” she sneered. “No clever little task you can perform to make me release the hold. So tap out before I maim you.”
Lenore managed to smile, an exceptionally difficult task considering Winterrest’s hand snugged against her jaw. “You don’t have the guts, you pathetic little Black Court wanna--”
Elise ended the pincer, hooked that hand into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth and immediately regretted the decision when her foe twisted into the fishhook and chomped down! Drawing back on general instinct, Winterrest expected Lenore to spit her out the instant she got some separation, so imagine her disgust when the other brunette twisted around beneath her and kept right on gnawing!
Too furious to form words, Elise sank the rest of the fingers on her trapped hand into Lenore’s cheek and curled the other into a claw aimed straight at the other woman’s eyes. But the Raven intercepted the encroaching talon with a Greco Roman Knucklelock and pushed forward, bending Elise’s wrist at an awkward angle. “You’re grasping at straws, Lenore.” Winterrest growled in the midst of trying to remove a great chunk of her rival’s face. “Everything you hold dear will soon belong to me, so stop resisting and try to fade away with some dignityYYEEERRRRRRGGGHHHH FAHK!”
Both of Elise’s hands were occupied, a fact she’d forgot until Lemarchand raised her free hand and swiped her attacker’s eyes once, twice, thrice! Fighting her way free at the cost of a wrenched wrist and one badly chewed finger, Elise scrambled up, tripped over her own feet and backpedaled into the bookshelf with an unpleasant thunk! Her knees went weak and Elise started to go down-- probably would’ve landed on her butt if she hadn’t managed to grab hold of a small statue of a black cat resting near shoulder level. Not that it made a great anchor mind you, rather
it was a lever, one that brought the whole of the next shelf swinging out from the wall to reveal… an elevator? Surprised into catching her balance, the Icy Manipulator looked from the elevator to the lady of the house and asked, “Really? Legs not strong enough for the stairs?”
One hand on the carpet, the other pressed to the small of her back, Lemarchand sucked in a deep breath before clambering to her feet. “It’s been here since the first day, asshole. Not my fault Adelaide never found it.” She raked a hand through her hair, favored the other brunette with a dismissive up n’ down glance. “And my legs are more than enough to handle any stairs in this building. You on the other hand will be in no condition for much of anything when I get done. That right there is so Craig can get you out of here without inconveniencing the maintenance--”
CRAAACK! The Courtier’s head swiveled to one side when Winterrest stormed off the wall and clouted her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap. Standing close enough to whisper in Lemarchand’s ear, the Icy Manipulator hissed, “I hope the lunatic that built this place had the foresight to install a garbage chute. Because there’s no way I’m defiling that elevator with your NNNNGGHHWOOOAAAAHUUUFFFFHHH!”
Well and truly fed up with Elise Winterrest’s bullshyt, Lenore buried a shoulder in her nemesis’s belly, muscled her up over one shoulder and bull rushed the both of ‘em through the gap in the wall. There was a heavy THAWHUMP, followed by a moment of disappointed panic when the bookcase moved back into place with Craig Long and the cameraman still in the library! Thankfully a semblance of order returned to the Basement Dwellers when the ‘tron cut from the now violence-free library to the ridiculously violent elevator, where the Raven and the Wolf were caroming off the walls in a veritable maelstrom of Forearm Smashes, Kneelifts, Headbutts and Bytch Slaps.
Grimacing as an elbow slammed into something she vaguely recognized as a button, Lenore wiped a hand across her mouth and smiled when the car began to rise. “Penthouse awaits, Elise. Should be a real treat, I didn’t think you’d get to experience it consc--” Winterrest flew at her again, this time with both hands aimed for the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s eyes. But Lenore caught her at the wrists and pushed back until she’d driven Miss Murder against the opposite wall. “Not tonight, bytch. Tonight you belong to NNNN-NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise pounded a pair of Kneelifts between Lenore’s thighs and had the temerity to laugh as the agonized lovely crumpled to the floor, her gaping features tracing a heavy path down the Manipulator’s chest and tummy. “Once again I’ve made you a liar, little bird. Once again your hollow confidence makes my victory all the sweet--”
She was interrupted by a polite little ‘bing’ as the elevator came to a stop. The door slid open a moment later and Lenore endured the embarrassment of entering the boudoir on all fours, rather than with the pomp and circumstance reserved for the Queen of the Madhouse. That honor was bestowed on Elise Winterrest, who strode in with one hand on her hip and the other plunged into her rival’s battle-damp hair. “Oh my.” the Wolf of Winter murmured with a trace of genuine admiration. “The tape doesn’t do it justice.”
Indeed it did not. The weary brunettes found themselves in a sumptuously decorated
bedroom, the likes of which might’ve been lifted part and parcel from the set of Crimson Peak. The far wall was nothing but windows, their heavy purple curtains drawn back to reveal the full fury of the pocket thunderstorm that raged outside. The furnishings were predominantly teak and mahogany, with a scattering of overstuffed chairs and settees thrown in for good measure. Of course the focal point was the bed, an imposing four post number half the size of a regulation wrestling ring.
Settling on a plan the instant she saw the bed, Winterrest maintained her grip on the Raven’s hair while also grabbing a whole lot of her briefs. “One your feet one last time, imposter. I won’t have you crawling into my bed like a common pet.”
Weakened to the point of nausea by the Low Blows, Lemarchand huffed, “Kuuuuhhhhh… kiss my ass, ElisSWHOOAAFHHH!”
Elise hauled her up by trunks and tresses, strode across the room like she owned it and tossed Lenore onto the bed. Wounded though she was, Lemarchand promptly rolled onto her back and drew both knees up to her chest, unfortunately Winterrest was ready and she clamped down on her foe’s ankles. Yanking them out full length the instant she clambered onto the bed, Elise stretched the vulnerable stems into a ‘V’ so she could mash her heel against the Courtier’s center. Lenore sobbed and grabbed hold of the comforter, the sound of it made Winterrest shiver with pleasure. “Scream as loud as you want, little bird.” she sighed. “It seems the poor official hasn’t yet found his way here, meaning I’m perfectly justified in torturing you long after your knee has popped and your back has snapped.”
Lenore started to shake her head ‘no’, but Elise crouched down and rolled the other brunette onto her belly. In the same instant she angled Lenore’s right shin across her left leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and snaked her own left ankle over Lemarchand’s exposed right foot. Half a heartbeat from Justifiable Homicide, the Fair & Radiant Maiden suddenly sat up, grabbed hold of her attacker’s bottoms and made them vanish with the most sadistic wedgie of the evening! Frozen in place for just a moment, Elise looked over her shoulder and spat, “I’m stripping you bare for that, little birRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator forgot all about humiliation when Lemarchand shot out a free hand and clamped down on the inside of her right thigh! Elise shuddered hard but didn’t go down, so Lemarchand relinquished the wedgie and affixed a second claw to her opponent’s left thigh! “F*CK!” Elise doubled over and braced her hands against her knees, the usually stoic brunette reduced to desperate consternation as Lenore reopened her old wounds. Breathing hard as she fought to keep herself upright without abandoning the leggy knot, Winterrest grabbed hold of the Raven’s hands and promised, “Let go or I’ll snap them off one at a time, little birOOOOWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAHD!”
Lemarchand redoubled her efforts, the increased pressure turning Elise’s strong stems to so much pliant sludge. Sensing an opportunity when Winterrest started swatting at her hands, Lenore waited until she had an opening and then…THERE!
The Raven released the Thigh Claw and caught hold of her prey’s right wrist in the same
motion. Clambering up alongside the vulnerable battler, Lemarchand reached across Winterrest’s back with her right hand, grabbed a Wristlock and pulled the limb tight. Not exactly a Hammerlock, it still knotted Elise’s arm quite effectively. The almost-Hammerlock forced Winterrest to lean over, which in turn allowed Lenore to apply a Front Facelock with her left arm. In the next instant she went low and laid out on her left side, a move that rolled Winterrest over onto her back and pinned her right arm between her body and the comforter. Forcing a burst of speed through her aching muscles, the Fair & Radiant Maiden hooked her right heel into the pit of the Icy Manipulator’s right knee and pulled it back toward her, thus wrenching Elise’s leg away from her torso at a near-perfect ninety degree angle.
Painful to be sure, yet presumably tolerable, at least until Lenore curled her left arm around Elise’s left leg and pulled it back over her head! When all was said and done Winterrest was trapped in a near perfect ’V’, face and tush pointed straight toward the shadowy ceiling while knees wriggled near shoulder level and her feet wriggled even farther north. Lenore had only used this particular hold in the field once prior, and against a woman she despised far less than Elise Winterrest. Upon securing it then, she’d taken the opportunity to ask her rival for a submission. Tonight she simply craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the captured gams to put that much more strain on the Wolf’s thighs and diaphragm.
VENUS FLY TRAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ar3rtEbosQ
Shaking her head at the disgusting injustice of it all, Winterrest grit her teeth and tried to pull her right arm out from underneath, but the effort was met with a violent yank that sent lightning racing from her shoulder to her wrist and back again. Aware that she was down to a single hand, Miss Murder curled the left into a spade of her own and set it to work gouging Lenore’s tummy with the intention of getting to her crotch sooner than later. “Buuuuhhh… break your grip, Lenore.” Winterrest hated the ragged sound of her voice, but her usual icy façade was impossible under such strenuous conditions. “If I have to tell you again you’ll answer in a much higher registEEERRRAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Lenore leaned forward and shifted her right hand so she could sink it deep into the meat of Elise’s left thigh. She bore down for perhaps five seconds, released, then reached over and treated Winterrest’s right thigh to the same punishment. “You lost control of the game, Elise. Either you take it back, or…” she trailed off and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her rival from buttock to knee, three times on each leg. “You want to walk out of here under your own power, puppy? Or are should Craig get ready to--”
“F*CK YOU!” Elise bellowed. “I beat you TWICE! Made you scream like a hapless foal! You don’t dictate terms to MEEEEEeeerrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh….” Winterrest forced herself into silence, an especially impressive feat considering Lemarchand’s right hand had slipped into the left leg-hole of her briefs.
“Yes, you did.” Lenore admitted as she fingers went to work on the last of Elise’s defenses. “And I’ll never be able to take that away from you. I can however, make sure you scream louder than I ever did.”
Breath coming in quick, shallow pants, Elise huffed, “Do your worst you stick fingered NNNNNMMMMMMMRRRRRHHHHHH!” Lenore did exactly that, and though Elise Winterrest was made of stern stuff, even her resistance eventually gave way against the Raven’s unchecked campaign. Forced to admit the Courtier had her trapped, Elise abruptly abandoned her claw and swatted at Lenore’s thigh. “Enough.” she croaked. “I submit. This hovel is yours for another year.”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting halted her machinations to look around the darkened bedroom. From somewhere outside came the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer, just not enough to do Elise any good. “Alas, it doesn’t seem there’s any official on hand to record your submission.” Lenore said with a wicked smile. “Guess you’ll just have to repeat it until he’s within earshot.
“BYTCH!” Elise roared. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Lenore did, only to immediately scramble into a heavy Reverse Face Sit. Bracing the soles of her feet against the sides of Winterrest’s protesting skull, Lemarchand snatched her rival’s flailing wrists and held them away from her body to make sure there was absolutely no chance of a retaliatory claw. Even then Miss Murder did no go gently into that good night, she bucked her hips and kicked her legs, Elise twisting like a livewire in the hopes of breaking Lenore’s nose-pinching seal. Alas, the Queen of the Madhouse was in no mood for mercy and Winterrest’s efforts came to naught as Lemarchand buffed her features beat-red with a series of stately, sweeping strokes.
Eventually Craig Long and the poor befuddled cameraman made their way to the Queen’s Chambers, although that was precious little for the zebra to do. He entered as the last tremor passed through Elise’s legs, the Malicious Mainer offering up a defeated little sigh that Lemarchand felt rather than heard. Noting the smothered brunette’s defenseless state at once, Craig threw a signal at the camera and a moment later a bone-chilling scream split the air. Far from disconcerted, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and raised her sigil overhead as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The ref extended a hand to help her rise, but the triumphant royal demurred. “I just went through a war to keep this place, I have no intention of leaving so soon.” the brunette sighed. “This pretender however…” Lenore stuffed a hand under the defeated challenger, unfastened her bra and peeled it off to the delight of the fans and the mild consternation of the official.
“All right, you’ve got your trophy, just shift a little so I can--oh jeeze.” Long turned away and bustled out of sight, the ref not so jaded that he didn’t blush a bit when Lenore went to work claiming Elise’s bottoms.
Setting her trophies aside with more reverence than she’d ever shown their previous owner, Lemarchand curled her hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked Elise’s tummy one more
time. “My game. My house. My bed. Now get your ass out.” Sliding backward off Elise’s insensate mug, Lenore pressed her feet to the other woman’s shoulders and kicked her off like nothing more than a superfluous blanket.
Craig treated her a bit better of course, not that Lenore paid much attention now that the battle was won. She’d already cracked open a bottle of celebratory champagne and was contemplating where to display the pelt of the Wolf that dared think she could best the Raven.
Here There Be Monsters.
Now’s the part of the movie where everyone SHOULD go running for the nearest exit, alas the door drew shut with an appropriately gothic shriek 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:
Nevermore
Either fearless or foolish, the camera barged its way through in search of an audience with the lady of the house.
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 midnight blue pile featuring thin sworls of gray, green and purple. The décor was simultaneously elegant and ominous. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and dozens of small objet d’art. Lining the walls were a number of paintings, most of them bleak autumnal or winter landscapes, though there were a few inconspicuous depictions of famous FAWN violence, most of it seeming to favor the escapade of the Black Court. 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. For a moment it looked like the camera might go exploring, but was halted by the timely arrival of referee Craig Long.
Al had made a point of warning him about trying to wrap his head around this place, yet Craig couldn’t help but try and his head hurt as a result. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Long looked over his shoulder like he thought he heard something, then shook it off and honed in on a the cameraman. As ready as he’d ever be, the ref nodded and the Announcer’s voice boomed into the darkness. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the Queen of the Madhouse title! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!”
The front doors swung open and the Wolf of Winter strolled in with the swagger of
someone who’d bought the place and already had designs on some serious remodeling. Sauntering right over to the distracted black & white, Elise calmed his nerves (or at least captured his attention) by shrugging off her short silk robe and draping it over his shoulder. “Hang that up, would you?” she purred. “I’m closing on this place first thing in the morning, but I’m not quite familiar with the layout.” Craig absolutely did not want to wander off in search of a closet, so he stepped away and made a show of looking every which way without actually moving in any of them. Undeterred by the man’s reticence, Elise put her hands on her hips and looked around the battleground all while knowing the camera was trained on her with equal intensity. Couldn’t blame it really. For her third and final victory against the outmatched Courtier, the Icy Manipulator wore matching bra & panties done in fog gray satin. She’d elected to go sans footwear or even ankle and wrist wraps, indeed her only other accessory appeared to be the coat of blood red polish on her nails. “Lovely.” Elise murmured after a small nod. “This place will truly be worthy of its name once it’s finally experienced a woman’s touch. Now, where’s the baby bird that somehow claimed this palace as her own?”
The Announcer provided a prompt answer. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds, she is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, I give to you the Raven, LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
A door on the second floor swung open and Lenore appeared from the gloom at the top of the stairs. Adelaide padded into view at the top of the stairs. Forgoing the robe favored by her opposition, Lenore came to meet her guests in nothing but her battle attire, a strappy bra and equally sturdy briefs both in the deep, spectral purple of twilight in Lovecraft’s New England. Pausing at the foot of the stairs, the lithesome brunette looked her opposition up and down before saying, “You actually came. I was almost certain you’d find a way to wriggle out of tonight’s entertainment.”
“You’re the only one who wriggles during out entertainment, dear.” Elise purred. “And moans. And screams. And… well, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten.”
The anger in Lemarchand’s eyes told Winterrest the other woman most certainly hadn’t forgotten and Elise would’ve delighted in refreshing her on other slights, unfortunately Craig picked that exact moment to launch into a well meaning and thoroughly useless explanation of the rules (or rather, the lack thereof) for tonight’s contest.
LENORE LEMARCHAND
ELISE WINTERREST
Deigning to speak only once Long had ceased his useless prattling and given them some space, Elise made a point of breaking eye contact with the other brunette to look around the dim, cavernous space. “I rather enjoy some of the decorative adjustments.” Winterrest said, her gaze still wandering. “Adelaide is a kindred spirit to be sure, but her love of the Hammer oeuvre led to some rather… obvious choices.” She trailed off and returned her attention to the Raven. “It really is a lovely nest you’ve built for yourself, little bird. I might actually keep you on as a maid, once it’s my name on the door.”
Lenore smiled, no, she grinned at this wolf that had slunk into her parlor. “If your name is EVER on that door, it’ll be written in blood as a warning to all the other beasts of the forest.”
Elise’s dark eyes flashed and she stepped forward, Miss Murder chesting into her hostess like she’d already won the match. “But I am no mere beast, Lenore. I am the wolf that stormed into your precious Black Court clubhouse and made you scream. I am the wolf that left you bloody and battered following our first match. The wolf that made you shriek for mercy in our--”
Lemarchand pushed hard enough to rock the interloper back a step. “Wrong label, Winterrest.” she hissed. “You’re not a wolf. You’re a TOOL that used every trick at her disposal to try to put me on the shelf. Didn’t work though, did it? How did it feel to back up that ramp knowing I still wanted to fight and you--” a growl from the Courtier as Elise reached up and around and filled one hand with Lemarchand’s hair.
“As long as you draw breath I will ALWAYS want to fight, little bird.” the other brunette cooed. “The only reason I didn’t finish you last time--” she gave Lenore’s head a tremendous yank, placed her other hand against opposing chest and sent her stumbling with a rude shove. “-- is because I wanted to finish you tonight. Now. Would you like a running start or do you prefer some idiotic show of brav--”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden lashed out with a Bytch Slap that would’ve swiveled Elise’s head (or possibly split her lip) if the Icy Manipulator hadn’t caught her wrist with barely an inch to spare. Squeezing until she felt the bones in Lemarchand’s wrist grind, Elise twisted her head and gently kissed her rival’s palm. “I know you too well, little bird.” she sighed. “At home, in the ring, even here in your sanctum sanctorum, there’s no place I can’t make you ERRRRHHHH!”
Lenore hooked her fingers into a claw, pressed them in beneath the other brunette’s right ear and raaaaaaaaked the full length of her jawline! Elise hissed but didn’t relinquish her hold on Lemarchand’s wrist. That didn’t come until Emily’s Lady in Waiting snatched her own handful of hair and yanked hard enough to make Winterrest’s eyes water! Disengaging with an angry snarl, Winterrest pressed a hand to her stinging scalp and backed away, lest the desperate savage attempt to maim… the insult on Elise’s lips died a quick death when she spied Lenore standing with one hand outstretched. On it rested a small, dark tangle, one the Wolf realized used to reside on her own head.
Countering Winterrest’s hate-congested frown with a beaming smile, Lenore put the heel of her palm directly beneath her chin and blew stolen strands onto the plush carpet with a single cheery puff. “Don’t worry about that now, Elise.” the Raven’s tone dripped with false generosity. “The maid, I mean, you, can tend to it later--”
Winterrest sprang with all the ferocity of her nickname, the gray-clad lovely sweeping Lenore into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up so stiff it forced her up against the back of the couNO! Lenore slid out of Elise’s clutches, caught a wrist and slipped around behind her, the Hammerlock already in place by the time she drove the other woman’s tummy into the
overstuffed couch. Elise ‘ooofffhed’ but probably would’ve stayed upright if Lemarchand hadn’t clamped down on one shoulder and doubled her over atop the couch. “My, my, getting tawdry rather soon, aren’t we dear?” Lenore teased as she used the Hammerlock to draw a pained hiss from her nemesis. “I’d intended to give you the full tour before we got this far, but if you’d rather skip to the finale,” she slid her hand from Winterrest’s shoulder to her hair and yanked backward, forcing the Malicious Mainer to stare straight ahead. “Perhaps you’d like to watch the fire while I f*cking destroy you?!” The Raven punctuated the offer with a single rude hip to glute grind, a detail not lost on Elise.
Vowing to return every bit of discomfort a hundredfold, she reached back with her free hand and landed a few awkward slaps to Lemarchand’s flank before catching hold of her waistband. Lenore knew what she had in mind and immediately wedged her right knee between the prone woman’s thighs. “Consider your options carefully, pup. Your leverage is non-existent and mine could break your eerrrrhhhhhh!”
Elise knew and didn’t care, as evidenced by the spite she put into the wedgie that distended Lenore’s purple bottoms. “Feel familiar, Raven?” Winterrest grunted. “By the time I make this place my own, you’ll be begging me to take these slutty scraps as a trophAAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore let go of Elise’s hair, helped herself to some waistband and made the trapped brunette pay dearly for her infraction. Meticulous as ever, even when inflicting something as catty as a wedgie, Lemarchand used her makeshift handle to keep Elise under control as she used a knee to force the trapped wrestler’s legs several inches farther apart. Enjoying this early dominance to its fullest, the Fair & Radiant Maiden started to address her prey, then honed in on the official instead. “Yes, Craig?”
The ref was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “I was gonna ask if she--nevermind, it’s too early.”
Lenore smiled wider than ever and wrenched up on both the wedgie and the Hammerlock. “Oh, I don’t think it’s EVER too early to ask an overmatched witch if she’s had enough. Look, I’ll even do it for you!” She slotted her left knee between the Icy Manipulator’s thighs and ground just enough to make Elise’s predicament that much more uncomfortable. “Craig wants to know if you’ve had enough, dear. Hapless as you look right now, I can’t imagine you’d want your grand campaign against me to end with you doubled over the couch and wailing like a piece of freshmen bikini meat that picked a fight she couldn’t wi--
Winterrest released the wedgie, created a claw of her own and scored Lemarchand from calf to thigh in a single sadistic pass. “You’re the one prone to surrender, little bird.” Elise cooed. “Or did you forget how I made you beNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lenore hadn’t forgot, in fact her humiliation at Fall Out was so fresh on her mind that she couldn’t muster a smile as she began pounding one knee into the vulnerable meat of her opponent’s inner thighs. Elise groaned, shook her head and squirmed as best she could, but the combination of catty, technical and traitorous furniture kept her glued in place while Lenore
tenderized her stems with no less than a dozen Kneelifts. Stopping only when she was certain she’d started to reduce the Wolf’s hind legs, Lenore abruptly released Hammerlock and Wedgie so she could pivot to one side and cinch an arm across Elise’s lower back. Other hand raised high, the Courtier sneered, “Welcome to the Queen’s Chambers, bytch.” It came down once, twice, thrice, Lenore’s palm pinking Elise’s glutes a split second before the vengeful vixen dipped low and cinched an arm around Winterrest’s thigh to dump Miss Murder over the back of the couch like she was trying to eliminate her from a Battle Royale.
Elise’s fall was not as painful or dramatic as that (there was after all, a pair of overstuffed cushions to absorb the worst of the impact) yet it was far more ungainly than the elegant brunette preferred and she could almost hear the idiots upstairs laughing when she ‘thumped’ to a stop on the carpet a short distance from the fireplace. On the other side of the couch, a smirking Lemarchand propped her elbows on the back of the couch, laced her fingers together and rested her chin atop the makeshift platform to better observe her work. Smiling in spite of the hatred boiling up inside, the Courtier quoted, "This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining, on the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er... Gaudy bytch, get off my floor!"
Winterrest’s mood, already grim, turned downright tempestuous as Lemarchand used that disgustingly purple prose to taunt her. Rolling to one knee with as much dignity as she could muster, Elise smoothed her hair back, made a small adjustment to her top, then stood up. Back-lit by the warm glow of the fire, she huffed, “Congratulations, you’ve got all the talent for parody of a slightly gifted child.”
Lenore pushed back from the couch and sidled toward the foyer, granting Elise a direct line of attack if she dared something so brazen. “What’s wrong, Elise? Game not so fun when you’re playing from behind?”
The Icy Manipulator rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Lemarchand’s interpretation of the score. “Please. Any moron that remembers eighth grade English can recite The Raven verbatim. I thought you’d at least have the capacity for The Conqueror Worm or perhaps even The Haunted Palace.”
Lenore sniffed derisively. “As if you know a single syllable of either.”
Winterrest started to move around the couch, one hand tracing along the cushions and then the armrest as she recited, "But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory that blushed and bloomed is but a dim-remembered story of the old time entombed."
Lenore took another step back and her hands came up as she settled into an expectant crouch. “Interesting choice, particularly the robes of sorrow. Is that what you plan to wear when they walk you out of this place?”
Elise’s answering grin was a blade that cut the gloom. “A painfully obvious interpretation.
No little bird, that was to let you know that soon, very soon, the time will come when no one remembers your ownership of these--” ‘Chambers’ was on her lips when Winterrest snatched hold of a pillow and slung it at her opponent’s head! The pitch was fast but the Raven was faster, unfortunately it was merely a feint and with her attention diverted Lenore was exposed when Elise charged in and drove a shoulder into her tummy! Lemarchand ‘OOOOFFFFHED!’ doubled forward and might’ve secured a Front Facelock if the Wolf of Winter hadn’t cinched her up around the thighs and muscled her off the carpet. It wasn’t quite a full over one shoulder lift, but Lenore’s feet were most definitely scrabbling at nothing as Elise plowed across the foyer and THWHUMPED her against the banister!
“Errrrrggggghhhh dammit!” the Courtier jolted back before slumping forward, her chest and belly resting heavily against the nearly bare expanse of Winterrest’s back. “Bytch, you wreck my banister and I’ll make sure the repairs come out of your payWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Not about to take any of Lemarchand’s shyt when it came to poetry OR interior design tips, Elise dragged her away from the banister, crouched low and stood up straight with Lemarchand still wriggling in her clutches. Doing so briefly formed their bodies into a ninety degree angle, one that shrank to nothing as soon as Elise swung her burden back down and dropped to one knee. The imaginary crowd that’d giggled at Winterrest’s earlier misfortune now groaned in nauseated sympathy as Lenore crashed down crotch-first atop her attacker’s posted thigh.
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Savoring the sight of her foe’s pain wracked form, Elise twined one hand into Lemarchand’s hair and cupped her chin with the other. “Oh you silly little bird.” the Malicious Mainer cooed only after she’d forced blistering eye contact. “We both know the loser has to pay for any damages done to this place. I hope you’ve been saving. Because I’m going to use you to break any and everything I--”
CRAAAACK! The Fair & Radiant Maiden swatted Winterrest’s hands aside and clapped her across the mouth with an angry Bytch Slap. “Shyt talk gets your face slapped in my house, Winterrest.” Lenore barked. “Learn the lesson or get slapped agaiNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Elise answered not with a slap but a rake, Miss Murder dragging her nails across Lemarchand’s eyes in a single savage pass. Her world reduced to flickers and sworls, Lenore managed a desperation shove before she turned away, alas she’d only made it a couple steps when Winterrest THWAPPED a Forearm Smash into the back of her neck which in turn sent the Courtier BWONKING forehead-first against the banister.
“Don’t even think about asking for a reprieve.” Elise sniffed as she curled her fingers around Lemarchand’s bra strap and used it to haul the woozy wrestler away from the stairs. “It’s time you learned that kindness and mercy are two concepts destined for banishment from the Madhouse just as soon as I’ve deposed of you, false queen.” Lenore might’ve tried to say something, but whatever it was came out a whining groan because Elise secured an S-Grip
against the right side of her head and twisted her neck hard left. Doubled over by the torque of the Cravate, Lenore could only deliver weak slaps to the Wolf’s midriff and they didn’t cut it once Elise pulled her in and THUMPED a stiff Kneelift into her chest. Give the Raven credit, she drew her arms up in hopes of protecting against further abuse, but Winterrest piled on hard and fast, the gray-clad battler shifting her target just enough to ensure Lenore’s defenses were never in the right place at the right time.
CRAVATE KNEELIFTS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRaeHX3C4qY
Elise released the Cravate after half a dozen shots, fully expecting the Raven to crumple to all fours at her feet. So imagine her surprise (translation: displeasure) when Lemarchand grabbed her by the arm and plowed a vindictive punch into her attacker’s navel. It didn’t pack nearly the well, punch, of Lenore’s usual strikes, but the mere fact of it brought a snarl from the Wolf of Winter. Shaking free of the other brunette’s grasp, Elise raaaaaaaaaked her nails up Lemarchand’s back, then helped herself to a handful of waistband and gave it a sharp yank. That, in conjunction with a snug grip on her prey‘s hair gave Winterrest full control over Emily’s Lady in Waiting and she promptly used it to march the other brunette over to the banister. Hiking Lenore’s briefs up that much higher, Elise THUMPED her against the heavy wooden uprights, then braced a forearm against the nape of Lemarchand’s neck. “Cede these rooms quietly and I may very well let you leave with the respect due a former queen.” Elise hissed in her rival’s ear. “Defy me and I’ll strip you bare, then force you out the front door without so much as a robe of sorrow to cover your humiliation.”
Breathing hard in the wake of Winterrest’s brutal reversal of fortune, Lemarchand grabbed hold of the nearest support, just in case the other woman didn’t like her answer. “It’ll… it’ll take more than threats to win this place, honey. And I’d be careful making threats when the night is so young. I’ve already got Adelaide’s briefs on one end of the mantle, I’d love to have yours at the otEEERRRGGHHH AAAAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
But Elise didn’t stop, she continued to shove the Courtier’s noggin with both hands in a callous attempt to force it through the wooden supports of the banister! Lenore shrieked like a Hammer starlet in mortal peril and Craig, who’d studied the plans of this place long enough to know what was breakaway and what wasn’t, only allowed the punishment for a five count before he barked, “Ease off, Elise! That’s not gonna give way no matter how hard you push!”
Winterrest slackened the pressure slightly, but shifted her body to ensure Lemarchand couldn’t wriggle away from her trap. “Well that is truly disappointing news, Craig. Say, do you think Lenore’s SKULL will give way if I keep pushing? Let’s find out!” She leaned in full force and once again the Chambers were filled with their Queen’s wails. Frustrated by the brunette’s defiance, Craig stepped closer to the action and damn near shouted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Disqualification was non-existent, but the Icy Manipulator didn’t like anyone other than Lenore screaming in her ear, so she broke away with a growl, leaving the Raven to slump against the unyielding slats. Dark eyes locked on the referee, Elise took a threatening step forward and
said, “Try something like that again and you won’t like my response.” She smiled and the malevolence was gone as though it had never been there at all. “Or we can forget this little breach of etiquette and start fresh! All you have to do is give me your belt.”
Craig frowned. “Umh, I don’t think that’s prudent, do you EliNNNNGGGGHH!” Winterrest tagged him across the jaw with a backhand, then caught the poor dope by the waist before he could stumble out of range. Undoing the clasp with a practiced flick of her thumb, Elise raised a foot, planted it against Long’s chest and cooed, “Not a request, idiot.” The ref didn’t have time to protest before Winterrest pushed with her foot and pulled on the belt, a deft bit of maneuvering that got Miss Murder exactly what she wanted at the low, low price of a few belt loops.
Armed with this dangerous new toy, Elise rounded on Lemarchand, but rather than lace it across the vulnerable woman’s back, the Malicious Mainer strolled around to the other side of the banister and climbed to the second step. “You’re going to regret that little stunt with the salt.” Winterrest’s tone was decidedly chilly as she reached through the supports, grabbed hold of Lenore’s wrists and pulled them though to her side of the banister. “Because what I had in mind for Fall Out is nothing compared to what’s planned for tonight, little bird.” Lemarchand muttered something that might’ve been a curse, but Elise didn’t hear it, as she’d already pressed her foe’s hands together and looped Craig’s belt around her wrists once, twi-- “Eeeeeerrrrhhhhh… that’s CHEAP, even for you, Lemarchand.” Winterrest sneered when the Courtier’s talons came to life and clamped down on her breasts. Enduring the desperate attack with little more than a curled lip, Elise told Lenore, “Savor it while you can, little raven. This desperate fluttering of yours is about to come to an UUUNNNNNNNGGHH!”
Lenore abandoned the claw hold, snagged Winterrest by the straps of her bra and yanked her into a chest-first collision with the heavy wooden slats! Elise wheezed, grabbed at Lemarchand’s wrists and tried to pull loose only to get slammed against the railing twice more. The last impact bounced the brunette’s forehead off the handrail with a heavy THUNK that guaranteed fireworks exploding behind her eyes. That was when the Fair & Radiant Maiden let go of her rival’s wrists and reached over the rail to secure a rough Front Facelock. The difference in elevation wasn’t much, all told. It was just enough to make things awkward for both wrestlers when Lenore came over the banister with her free hand to claim Elise’s waistband. Not quite sure how this would play out, Lenore kept her hooks as snug as possible while she managed to plant one foot on the side of the second step. From there she bent her knees and hoisted Elise over the banister and into place directly overhead, a position she occupied for mere heartbeats before Lemarchand laid out and deposited her on the floor with a cringe worthy THAWHUMP!
It was just a Vertical Suplex, and only slightly elevated at that, but that didn’t stop Miss Murder from wailing in chiropractic anguish or the Basement Dwellers from bellowing ‘HOLY SHYT!’ from their section of the Madhouse. The landing was far from painless for Emily’s Lady in Waiting, both her lower back and tailbone ached something fierce, yet she accepted the pain with a smile the instant she looked over one shoulder and spied Winterrest flopped onto her side, the other brunette’s back seemingly frozen in an agonizing arch. Maintaining a contemplative silence until Elise stretched out in a stunned ‘wha hoppen?’ sort of puddle, Lenore treated her prey’s cheek to a supremely condescending pat as she asked, “What’s the matter, sweetness?
Upkeep on this place starting to intimidate you?”
The wounded Wolf swatted Lenore’s hand away, a bit of defiance that earned her a much harder slap to the ear. “Oh good, you’re not blubbering.” Lemarchand filled a hand with Winterrest’s hair and started hauling her to her knees. “I was afraid you might break before the tour got underway.”
The confidence in Lenore’s voice burned through the worst of Elise’s hurt, replacing it with anger. Fingers curled into hooks, she waited until the Courtier stood her up before slotting that wicked claw between Lemarchand’s thighs. Lenore bared her teeth, grimly fighting through the pain radiating from her center as she drew Elise’s temple against the point of her hip with a stiff Side Headlock. “Nnnnhhhh… don’t think so, bytch.” the Raven croaked. “Your cheap shyt’s not going to fly in ooooohhhhhhhh you sadistic slut.”
Not content with attacking through the scant protection of her opponent’s briefs, Elise slipped three fingers through a leg hole and treated Lenore to an eye-watering pinch. “Luuuhhhh… let go of my head, little raven.” Winterrest demanded from the depths of the Headlock. “Stand us up and perhaps I won’t turn you into my personal sock puppAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore did some clawing of her own, slowly draaaaaagggging her nails across the other brunette’s eyes and nose. “You don’t give orders here, Winterrest.” she spat after a second Eye Rake freed her nethers from Elise’s tawdry grip. “In this house you take orders and beatings in whatever order I decide to mete them out!” To emphasize this point, Lenore bore down on the Headlock and stomped past the stairs en route to the cases of morbid curios that lurked beside the door to the library. Lenore had grand plans for Elise once they reached the library, but first a little detour to avenge the cruel bytch’s banister assisted beatdown. Angling toward a low coffee table as they crossed the wide, shadowy foyer, Lemarchand broke into a flat-out run that forced Winterrest to stagger along in her wake. The coffee table was only a few feet away when the Fair & Radiant Maiden took flight, Lenore busting out an old Shea London specialty to bring her burden down chest and tummy-first across the unsuspecting furniture! Designed for just such an occasion, the coffee table crumpled beneath Elise with a hellacious CRASH, not that it was loud enough to cover the Icy Manipulator’s own wail of anguish.
Unmoved by her foe’s histrionics, Lenore treated Elise to an unquestionably bytchy bra snap before once again helping herself to the downed grappler’s dark hair. “Suck it up and get on your feet, honey.” Lenore demanded as she dragged Winterrest to all fours. “It’s time I showed you one of my favorite rooms.” Elise only moaned and swatted at one foot, so Lemarchand yanked her head back with one hand and opened the door with the other. “See all of those books, baby?” Lenore was all smiles in the mellow glow thrown from the library. “Each and every one of them has given me a different idea of how to kick your scrawny ass.”
Haughty despite (or perhaps in spite) of the unpleasant position, Elise caught her breath and muttered, “Is that so? I wonder what unfathomable horrors your mind produced from the likes of Goodnight Moon and See Spot RuNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand turned to the side, pressed a knee to the nape of her rival’s neck and dropped down to THWHUMP Winterrest’s forehead against the floor in a modified Bulldog. “Watch your mouth about the classics, Elise.” Lenore still had a hand in the other brunette’s dark locks when she stood up. “After all, goodnight moon is the last thing that’ll cross your mind before I smother you out.” The Icy Manipulator could produce no answer to the Courtier’s threat, which made Lemarchand very happy. Wasting more energy dragging the witch back to all fours made her less happy, so the Raven simply doubled down on her hair-hold and draaaaaaaaaagged Winterrest into the library cavewoman-style.
“Don’t be shy, Craig.” Lenore called once she’d clapped a few stray hairs off her hands. “I want an official close by when this bytch decides she’s had enough.”
“I don’t submit, slut.” Elise growled from her place on the library floor. “Begging and groveling has always been your forrrrrgggggggggghhhhh!”
Winterrest’s taunt dissolved into anger and frustration when the Fair & Radiant Maiden straddled her legs and dropped to a seat with her tush resting against the pits of Elise’s knees. “So, you don’t submit, do you?” Lenore flattened her hands into paddles and pounded out a crisp little riff on Elise’s backside, much to the Wolf’s consternation. “Guess that means I’m wasting my energy…. or torturing you… or perhaps it’s a little of both.”
Miss Murder braced herself on one hand, reached back with the other and got her fingers bent waaaaaaaay back for the troubles. “BYTCH!” Winterrest yanked her aching fingers loose and pulled them close to her chest for added protection. “You’re going to pay dearly for every second of this humili--” Abrupt silence as Lemarchand slipped her left hand between the other woman’s thighs. No mere Crotch Claw this, Lenore fitted the curve of her thumb and index finger into the crease between Winterrest’s right buttock and thigh, thus allowing her an even stronger grip on the grounded grappler’s inner thigh. Lemarchand bore down hard, her claws sinking deep despite the immediate flex from her opposition.
“I’ve already paid the price to play this game, Elise.” she murmured. “Several times in fact. Now it’s time you paid your fair share.” Elise would’ve answered if Emily’s Lady in Waiting hadn’t mirrored the original grip with her right hand.
Lenore Lemarchand with the Hammy Clamp in the Library.
There was no bloodcurdling scream to follow up, no wailing or thrashing from the afflicted, yet Craig Long closed in on his charges because of the anguished way Elise wrapped her head in her arms. “What do you say, Elise?” the ref asked from minimum safe distance. “Need me to call it?”
Winterrest shook her head ‘no’ at once, but offered no snarl or sass to go with it, that’s how Lenore knew the hold was working. Alternately relaxing and tightening her grip, the Raven said, “Remember the rules of our game, dear? I have a slight modification for your consideration. If you’ll raise your head for a moment you will see a bust on the far side of the room. Yes, that’s good, right there. That is a bust of Palas and it happens to be your goal. If you can drag your
alas’s shadow, I’ll break this hold and stand us up without so much as a word of complaint.” She squeezed even harder and was delighted to hear Winterrest groan in the back of her throat. “What say you, Wolf? Do you accept my challenge or would you prefer to gnaw a leg off instead?”
Winterrest pushed up on her elbows and looked over one shoulder, her dark eyes burning with hatred. “This is just another contest for me to best you in, little bird.” she rasped. “And when I do I’ll smash poor Palas across your f*cking heaDDDDRRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lenore squeezed even harder, her knuckles showing little white crescents as she attempted to peel meat from bone. “Crawl or lose a leg.” she threatened. “Make your f*cking choice.”
Winterrest answered by planting her hands against the carpet and rising up to full extension. Accepting the inevitable rug burns as a small price to pay for claiming Lenore’s house as her own, Elise took several deep breaths before she set out on the long journey across the library. Lemarchand let her make the trip in silence, though it certainly wasn’t uncontested, as she made Winterrest earn every inch of carpet with a thigh-shredding assault that was as meticulous as it was heartless. Just past the halfway point, Elise collapsed onto her forearms and stayed there, hair hanging in her face as she tried to will herself into motion. Taking the opportunity to slacken her grip ever so slightly, Lemarchand looked to the solitary cameraman and asked, “Would you be so kind as to link us to the crowd’s audio feed?”
A moment of silence, then a cacophonous thunder of cheers, whistles and ‘TAP!’ chants filled the library! “Tap out, Elise.” Lenore demanded. “Or pass out if you’re feeling particularly gutless. Whatever you do, don’t waste my--”
“F*CK YOU!” Elise screamed as she forced her way up again. “YOU’LL NEVER BEAT ME! I OWN YOUR PATHETIC ASSSSAAAAAWWRRH!”
The Courtier ignored the cramps in her fingers to dish out another leg-shredding constriction. “You can have my ass anytime you want it, cunt.” she huffed. “But right now I own your thighs and that’s winning me this fight!”
Loathe to cede anything to a woman she’d bested in back to back outings, Winterrest switched from palms to elbows and resumed her trek across the library. Each inch was a fresh hell, but the Wolf of Winter kept at it until…. THERE! Elise screamed in hateful triumph as she dragged herself into the shadow of that pallid bust of Palas. “Break the hold, whore.” Winterrest was almost shuddering with relief. “I won your f*cking game, so break the goddamned holAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK YOOOOOOOUUU!”
True to her word, Lemarchand abandoned the Hammy Clamp without a moment’s protest. Unfortunately for Elise, the Fair & Radiant Maiden promptly snatched a double handful of Elise’s briefs and made most of them vanish with the most hateful wedgie she’d unleashed in a long time. “YOU WANT TO QUIT? HUH? DO YA, BYTCH? ANSWER ME!”
Ripping at her own hair to avoid a most humiliating mistake, Elise screamed, “NO! LET GO AND FIGHT FAIR YOU CHEATING SLUT!”
Lenore gave the impromptu thong half a dozen hard tugs, then let go and SPANKED her nemesis’s cheeks one more time. On her feet in an instant, Lemarchand cleared off, but only to glare daggers at the camera. “Cut the crowd. Cut it now!” Silence hit the library in a wave, meaning the Courtier sounded all the louder when she barked, “What did you just say, Elise?” Did you tell me to fight fair? She stomped over, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair just as Winterrest managed to sit herself up against the bookshelf. “This coming from the bytch that busted me open with a turnbuckle and HEYYYNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise darted forward, grabbed Lenore between the cups and pulled as hard as she could! Caught off balance by the sudden shift, the Courtier couldn’t get her hands up before her forehead THWHUNKED against the edge of the second shelf. Her knees turned to water and she sat down at once, Lemarchand seeing little black birdies in the wake of the brutal collision. Though she longed to rend the silence with Lenore’s screams, Elise knew she’d absorbed some heavy punishment in the last several minutes and so she treated herself to half a dozen deep breaths while she kept an eye on the glassy-eyed Raven. Eventually the worst of the hurt died down, so she shifted to one knee and rose to-- “Unnnnnnggggghhhh!” Winterrest stifled a groan as her thighs cramped violently and she dropped to her butt with a weary thud.
Craig noticed at once and stepped closer, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Elise? Can you stand?”
The Icy Manipulator hated the tone of sympathy more than anything she’d ever endured from Lemarchand and she shut it down with a single withering glare. “I’ll stand when I need to, idiot.” she snarled. “Not that I need to be on my feet to make this wretch beg for mercy. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Elise did just that, claiming possession of Lenore’s ankles before stretching her legs into a wide ‘V’. Lemarchand moaned and tried to pull away from the other brunette but she was still too woozy from her meeting with the shelf to understand the dire nature of her predicament. That all changed when Winterrest wedged her right leg between the Courtier’s crotch and pushed out while all her might while simultaneously yanking forward on her rival’s ankles!
“AAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHH!” Lenore’s hands flew to the encroaching foot, slapping and scratching to little effect. Smiling now that she’d fully reclaimed control of the fight, Elise jostled her heel against Lemarchand’s undercarriage and worked the other wrestler’s legs like she was going to town on a stubborn rowing machine. “See?” she asked Long. “Who needs to stand?” The referee made no comment as attention to his duties meant focusing on Lenore, but he’d caught the grimace on Winterrest’s face and understood her legs were still in pretty bad shape. Elise, perhaps sensing the official’s worry, made the Raven pay for it by shifting from heel to toe, all the better to gouge away at the scant fabric sheathing Lemarchand’s crotch. “Give it up, little raven.” the Wolf demanded following several more seconds of the hateful Wishbone. “Give it up before I decide to turn you into the world’s largest slipp--”
Lenore leaned forward over her attacker’s leg and raaaaaaaaaaked her nails down the inside of Elise’s traumatized thighs. The pain raised a lump in her throat, one she swallowed when Lemarchand hissed, “You’re not going to need slippers after they’ve amputated your legs, fucNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Elise abandoned her hold to grab a handful of Lenore’s hair. Her other hand reached over one shoulder, grabbed the first book she found and THWHUMPED it against the side of Lemarchand’s head! The Fair & Radiant Maiden crumpled to one side, both arms swaddled around her skull in the wake of the hardback attack. Chuckling over her own ingenuity, Winterrest looked at the title of the tome in hand and looked to the camera. “Paradise Lost… found it.” Elise dropped the book to the carpet, clambered to one knee and waited there, the gray-clad lovely clearly working herself up for--THERE! She couldn’t keep the groan off her lips, but the Icy Manipulator rose to her full height and more importantly, managed to stay there thanks to a hand braced against the bookshelf.
Craig caught the shiver in her knees and would’ve asked how she was doing if Elise hadn’t stopped him with a raised finger. “Not one word, do you understand? From now on your mouth stays shut until it’s time to say, “Let her go, Elise. The fight’s over. Understand?” Long sighed, then nodded, an answer that satisfied Miss Murder. “Very good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a queen to execute.”
Bending over to snatch a double handful of hair proved more challenging than Elise would have liked, yet she powered through the aches and pains to haul Lemarchand to her hands and knees. A Standing Headscissors followed and though Elise would’ve loved to crush her prey then and there, a single squeeze told her such a victory was out of the question, at least for now. Angered by any denial of her whims, Winterrest leaned over Lenore’s back and wrapped both arms around her waist. She was about to go for the Piledriver when she noticed the discarded copy of Paradise Lost on the carpet. An idea crossed her mind that made Elise smile again, indeed she was almost giggling as she trundled them around so that the Fair & Radiant Maiden was looking down at the ominously positioned classic. Forgoing the Waistlock for a two handed grip on her prey’s bottoms, Elise purred, “You’ve been hitting the books your whole life, Lenore. Isn’t it about time they got a chance to hit back?” With that she dipped her knees and YANKED Lemarchand’s togs as hard as she could! The sadistic wedgie proved enough to hoist Lenore upside down, but not enough to keep her there for more than a split second, not that it mattered when Winterrest dropped to her butt and THWUMPED the crown of the Courtier’s head atop thee, ahem, heavy reading. Lemarchand folded in on herself, then stretched out and slopped away, the lissome brunette stretched out like a rug that’d learned how to groan.
Pins meant nothing when it came to the Queen’s Chambers, yet that didn’t prevent Elise from shoveling the Raven onto her back and hooking the far leg in a high, gaudy cradle. Staring straight at the camera, Winterrest flattened her other hand into a paddle and smacked the floor in time with her count of, “ONE! TWO! THRNGH!”
Lenore got a hand against the shelf of Elise’s chin and shoved hard enough to wrench her chin at an unpleasant angle. “Helpless bytch!” The Wolf of Winter pounded a single angry punch
into her opponent’s stomach, then shoved her onto her belly. “You’re going to wish you had the good sense to stay down.” Climbing into a seat on the flagging fighter’s lower back, Elise reached for Lemarchand’s shoulders, then seemed to think better of it. Bracing one hand against the nape of the Courtier’s neck, the Malicious Mainer undid the clasp on Lenore’s bra and yanked it away with a merciless flourish. “Yes, yes, I know there’s nothing much to show off.” Elise taunted as she clamped down on Lemarchand’s biceps and threaded them across the planks of her thighs. “But that superfluous bit of lace will make an excellent trophy and really…” she swatted Lenore’s cheeks with both hands before easing the grip south to her prey’s vulnerable bounty, “… I can never pass up an opportunity to humiliate you.”
Lenore’s response froze in her throat when she felt Miss Murder claim possession of her nipples in a deceptively gentle pincer grip. Jaw set to endure the looming agony as best she could, Emily’s Lady in Waiting drew in a deep breath and spat, “I’ve had to watch you pretend to be me for the last six months. Nothing you can devise is more humiliating than eeeeerrrrrrr FAAAAAAHKING BYYYYTCH, STAAAAAAAHHHP!”
But Elise didn’t stop, instead she increased the ferocity of her tweaking until Lenore could only shake her head ‘no, no, no!’ when Craig asked if she wanted to submit. The seconds piled up as Elise’s patience began to erode, the Icy Manipulator putting more and more venom into her torture until finally she cupped a hand under Lenore’s chin and pulled back until they were looking into each other’s eyes. “No rules to this game now, little raven.” she sneered. “No clever little task you can perform to make me release the hold. So tap out before I maim you.”
Lenore managed to smile, an exceptionally difficult task considering Winterrest’s hand snugged against her jaw. “You don’t have the guts, you pathetic little Black Court wanna--”
Elise ended the pincer, hooked that hand into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth and immediately regretted the decision when her foe twisted into the fishhook and chomped down! Drawing back on general instinct, Winterrest expected Lenore to spit her out the instant she got some separation, so imagine her disgust when the other brunette twisted around beneath her and kept right on gnawing!
Too furious to form words, Elise sank the rest of the fingers on her trapped hand into Lenore’s cheek and curled the other into a claw aimed straight at the other woman’s eyes. But the Raven intercepted the encroaching talon with a Greco Roman Knucklelock and pushed forward, bending Elise’s wrist at an awkward angle. “You’re grasping at straws, Lenore.” Winterrest growled in the midst of trying to remove a great chunk of her rival’s face. “Everything you hold dear will soon belong to me, so stop resisting and try to fade away with some dignityYYEEERRRRRRGGGHHHH FAHK!”
Both of Elise’s hands were occupied, a fact she’d forgot until Lemarchand raised her free hand and swiped her attacker’s eyes once, twice, thrice! Fighting her way free at the cost of a wrenched wrist and one badly chewed finger, Elise scrambled up, tripped over her own feet and backpedaled into the bookshelf with an unpleasant thunk! Her knees went weak and Elise started to go down-- probably would’ve landed on her butt if she hadn’t managed to grab hold of a small statue of a black cat resting near shoulder level. Not that it made a great anchor mind you, rather
it was a lever, one that brought the whole of the next shelf swinging out from the wall to reveal… an elevator? Surprised into catching her balance, the Icy Manipulator looked from the elevator to the lady of the house and asked, “Really? Legs not strong enough for the stairs?”
One hand on the carpet, the other pressed to the small of her back, Lemarchand sucked in a deep breath before clambering to her feet. “It’s been here since the first day, asshole. Not my fault Adelaide never found it.” She raked a hand through her hair, favored the other brunette with a dismissive up n’ down glance. “And my legs are more than enough to handle any stairs in this building. You on the other hand will be in no condition for much of anything when I get done. That right there is so Craig can get you out of here without inconveniencing the maintenance--”
CRAAACK! The Courtier’s head swiveled to one side when Winterrest stormed off the wall and clouted her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap. Standing close enough to whisper in Lemarchand’s ear, the Icy Manipulator hissed, “I hope the lunatic that built this place had the foresight to install a garbage chute. Because there’s no way I’m defiling that elevator with your NNNNGGHHWOOOAAAAHUUUFFFFHHH!”
Well and truly fed up with Elise Winterrest’s bullshyt, Lenore buried a shoulder in her nemesis’s belly, muscled her up over one shoulder and bull rushed the both of ‘em through the gap in the wall. There was a heavy THAWHUMP, followed by a moment of disappointed panic when the bookcase moved back into place with Craig Long and the cameraman still in the library! Thankfully a semblance of order returned to the Basement Dwellers when the ‘tron cut from the now violence-free library to the ridiculously violent elevator, where the Raven and the Wolf were caroming off the walls in a veritable maelstrom of Forearm Smashes, Kneelifts, Headbutts and Bytch Slaps.
Grimacing as an elbow slammed into something she vaguely recognized as a button, Lenore wiped a hand across her mouth and smiled when the car began to rise. “Penthouse awaits, Elise. Should be a real treat, I didn’t think you’d get to experience it consc--” Winterrest flew at her again, this time with both hands aimed for the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s eyes. But Lenore caught her at the wrists and pushed back until she’d driven Miss Murder against the opposite wall. “Not tonight, bytch. Tonight you belong to NNNN-NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise pounded a pair of Kneelifts between Lenore’s thighs and had the temerity to laugh as the agonized lovely crumpled to the floor, her gaping features tracing a heavy path down the Manipulator’s chest and tummy. “Once again I’ve made you a liar, little bird. Once again your hollow confidence makes my victory all the sweet--”
She was interrupted by a polite little ‘bing’ as the elevator came to a stop. The door slid open a moment later and Lenore endured the embarrassment of entering the boudoir on all fours, rather than with the pomp and circumstance reserved for the Queen of the Madhouse. That honor was bestowed on Elise Winterrest, who strode in with one hand on her hip and the other plunged into her rival’s battle-damp hair. “Oh my.” the Wolf of Winter murmured with a trace of genuine admiration. “The tape doesn’t do it justice.”
Indeed it did not. The weary brunettes found themselves in a sumptuously decorated
bedroom, the likes of which might’ve been lifted part and parcel from the set of Crimson Peak. The far wall was nothing but windows, their heavy purple curtains drawn back to reveal the full fury of the pocket thunderstorm that raged outside. The furnishings were predominantly teak and mahogany, with a scattering of overstuffed chairs and settees thrown in for good measure. Of course the focal point was the bed, an imposing four post number half the size of a regulation wrestling ring.
Settling on a plan the instant she saw the bed, Winterrest maintained her grip on the Raven’s hair while also grabbing a whole lot of her briefs. “One your feet one last time, imposter. I won’t have you crawling into my bed like a common pet.”
Weakened to the point of nausea by the Low Blows, Lemarchand huffed, “Kuuuuhhhhh… kiss my ass, ElisSWHOOAAFHHH!”
Elise hauled her up by trunks and tresses, strode across the room like she owned it and tossed Lenore onto the bed. Wounded though she was, Lemarchand promptly rolled onto her back and drew both knees up to her chest, unfortunately Winterrest was ready and she clamped down on her foe’s ankles. Yanking them out full length the instant she clambered onto the bed, Elise stretched the vulnerable stems into a ‘V’ so she could mash her heel against the Courtier’s center. Lenore sobbed and grabbed hold of the comforter, the sound of it made Winterrest shiver with pleasure. “Scream as loud as you want, little bird.” she sighed. “It seems the poor official hasn’t yet found his way here, meaning I’m perfectly justified in torturing you long after your knee has popped and your back has snapped.”
Lenore started to shake her head ‘no’, but Elise crouched down and rolled the other brunette onto her belly. In the same instant she angled Lenore’s right shin across her left leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and snaked her own left ankle over Lemarchand’s exposed right foot. Half a heartbeat from Justifiable Homicide, the Fair & Radiant Maiden suddenly sat up, grabbed hold of her attacker’s bottoms and made them vanish with the most sadistic wedgie of the evening! Frozen in place for just a moment, Elise looked over her shoulder and spat, “I’m stripping you bare for that, little birRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator forgot all about humiliation when Lemarchand shot out a free hand and clamped down on the inside of her right thigh! Elise shuddered hard but didn’t go down, so Lemarchand relinquished the wedgie and affixed a second claw to her opponent’s left thigh! “F*CK!” Elise doubled over and braced her hands against her knees, the usually stoic brunette reduced to desperate consternation as Lenore reopened her old wounds. Breathing hard as she fought to keep herself upright without abandoning the leggy knot, Winterrest grabbed hold of the Raven’s hands and promised, “Let go or I’ll snap them off one at a time, little birOOOOWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAHD!”
Lemarchand redoubled her efforts, the increased pressure turning Elise’s strong stems to so much pliant sludge. Sensing an opportunity when Winterrest started swatting at her hands, Lenore waited until she had an opening and then…THERE!
The Raven released the Thigh Claw and caught hold of her prey’s right wrist in the same
motion. Clambering up alongside the vulnerable battler, Lemarchand reached across Winterrest’s back with her right hand, grabbed a Wristlock and pulled the limb tight. Not exactly a Hammerlock, it still knotted Elise’s arm quite effectively. The almost-Hammerlock forced Winterrest to lean over, which in turn allowed Lenore to apply a Front Facelock with her left arm. In the next instant she went low and laid out on her left side, a move that rolled Winterrest over onto her back and pinned her right arm between her body and the comforter. Forcing a burst of speed through her aching muscles, the Fair & Radiant Maiden hooked her right heel into the pit of the Icy Manipulator’s right knee and pulled it back toward her, thus wrenching Elise’s leg away from her torso at a near-perfect ninety degree angle.
Painful to be sure, yet presumably tolerable, at least until Lenore curled her left arm around Elise’s left leg and pulled it back over her head! When all was said and done Winterrest was trapped in a near perfect ’V’, face and tush pointed straight toward the shadowy ceiling while knees wriggled near shoulder level and her feet wriggled even farther north. Lenore had only used this particular hold in the field once prior, and against a woman she despised far less than Elise Winterrest. Upon securing it then, she’d taken the opportunity to ask her rival for a submission. Tonight she simply craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the captured gams to put that much more strain on the Wolf’s thighs and diaphragm.
VENUS FLY TRAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ar3rtEbosQ
Shaking her head at the disgusting injustice of it all, Winterrest grit her teeth and tried to pull her right arm out from underneath, but the effort was met with a violent yank that sent lightning racing from her shoulder to her wrist and back again. Aware that she was down to a single hand, Miss Murder curled the left into a spade of her own and set it to work gouging Lenore’s tummy with the intention of getting to her crotch sooner than later. “Buuuuhhh… break your grip, Lenore.” Winterrest hated the ragged sound of her voice, but her usual icy façade was impossible under such strenuous conditions. “If I have to tell you again you’ll answer in a much higher registEEERRRAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Lenore leaned forward and shifted her right hand so she could sink it deep into the meat of Elise’s left thigh. She bore down for perhaps five seconds, released, then reached over and treated Winterrest’s right thigh to the same punishment. “You lost control of the game, Elise. Either you take it back, or…” she trailed off and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her rival from buttock to knee, three times on each leg. “You want to walk out of here under your own power, puppy? Or are should Craig get ready to--”
“F*CK YOU!” Elise bellowed. “I beat you TWICE! Made you scream like a hapless foal! You don’t dictate terms to MEEEEEeeerrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh….” Winterrest forced herself into silence, an especially impressive feat considering Lemarchand’s right hand had slipped into the left leg-hole of her briefs.
“Yes, you did.” Lenore admitted as she fingers went to work on the last of Elise’s defenses. “And I’ll never be able to take that away from you. I can however, make sure you scream louder than I ever did.”
Breath coming in quick, shallow pants, Elise huffed, “Do your worst you stick fingered NNNNNMMMMMMMRRRRRHHHHHH!” Lenore did exactly that, and though Elise Winterrest was made of stern stuff, even her resistance eventually gave way against the Raven’s unchecked campaign. Forced to admit the Courtier had her trapped, Elise abruptly abandoned her claw and swatted at Lenore’s thigh. “Enough.” she croaked. “I submit. This hovel is yours for another year.”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting halted her machinations to look around the darkened bedroom. From somewhere outside came the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer, just not enough to do Elise any good. “Alas, it doesn’t seem there’s any official on hand to record your submission.” Lenore said with a wicked smile. “Guess you’ll just have to repeat it until he’s within earshot.
“BYTCH!” Elise roared. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Lenore did, only to immediately scramble into a heavy Reverse Face Sit. Bracing the soles of her feet against the sides of Winterrest’s protesting skull, Lemarchand snatched her rival’s flailing wrists and held them away from her body to make sure there was absolutely no chance of a retaliatory claw. Even then Miss Murder did no go gently into that good night, she bucked her hips and kicked her legs, Elise twisting like a livewire in the hopes of breaking Lenore’s nose-pinching seal. Alas, the Queen of the Madhouse was in no mood for mercy and Winterrest’s efforts came to naught as Lemarchand buffed her features beat-red with a series of stately, sweeping strokes.
Eventually Craig Long and the poor befuddled cameraman made their way to the Queen’s Chambers, although that was precious little for the zebra to do. He entered as the last tremor passed through Elise’s legs, the Malicious Mainer offering up a defeated little sigh that Lemarchand felt rather than heard. Noting the smothered brunette’s defenseless state at once, Craig threw a signal at the camera and a moment later a bone-chilling scream split the air. Far from disconcerted, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and raised her sigil overhead as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The ref extended a hand to help her rise, but the triumphant royal demurred. “I just went through a war to keep this place, I have no intention of leaving so soon.” the brunette sighed. “This pretender however…” Lenore stuffed a hand under the defeated challenger, unfastened her bra and peeled it off to the delight of the fans and the mild consternation of the official.
“All right, you’ve got your trophy, just shift a little so I can--oh jeeze.” Long turned away and bustled out of sight, the ref not so jaded that he didn’t blush a bit when Lenore went to work claiming Elise’s bottoms.
Setting her trophies aside with more reverence than she’d ever shown their previous owner, Lemarchand curled her hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked Elise’s tummy one more
time. “My game. My house. My bed. Now get your ass out.” Sliding backward off Elise’s insensate mug, Lenore pressed her feet to the other woman’s shoulders and kicked her off like nothing more than a superfluous blanket.
Craig treated her a bit better of course, not that Lenore paid much attention now that the battle was won. She’d already cracked open a bottle of celebratory champagne and was contemplating where to display the pelt of the Wolf that dared think she could best the Raven.