Post by walkindude on Oct 2, 2018 1:01:03 GMT
Considering the history and animosity between them, it was only a matter of time before Lily Burlingame and Gabby Mendoza met in the slippery confines of FAWN’s oily pit of peril. There was much rejoicing when said contest was finally announced for a house show in Jacksonville, but there was also an undercurrent of apprehension from those who wondered how two talents known primarily for their acrobatic endeavors would fare in an arena without posts or ropes.
LILY BURLINGAME:
GABBY MENDOZA:
Now, twenty plus minutes in, the answer was clear to everyone in attendance. Ropes? They don’t need no stinkin’ ropes!
Explosive from the outset the pair of longtime rivals had exchanged holds and counter-holds with the speed of serpents battling on fast forward. No sooner had one secured her grip did the other find an oily escape hatch and the tableau would start all over again. It was only in the last few minutes that the pace finally slowed in a mutual Bear Hug that saw the Star Strider and the Baby-Faced Killer grinding away tummy to tummy, mouth on shoulder, tiny knotted fists digging and grinding into the shiny hollows of oil-slicked backs. Grimacing as Burlingame tightened her coil, Gabby replied with a retaliatory squeeze and grunted, “Give it up, Bytch Face. We both know this ends with my gum stuck to your foreheaUUUGGHHH!”
Lily gave the Hug a rough little shake punctuated by a rather vindictive chin grind against her rival’s neck. “Better swallow that crap right now, Gabz. Wouldn’t want you choking on it when you tap out!
Gabby grit her teeth in pain and frustration, the pink wad poking from between her pearly whites as Burlingame took advantage of a little loosening In Gabby's embrace to tighten hers. Pivoting when she believed Mendoza's concentration was broken between defense and the increasing difficulty in drawing a deep breath, Lily RIPPED Gabby off her slippery soles and twisted then drives Mendoza into the padding and oily sheen atop it. The landing was enough to draw a grunt from the tawny-skinned Texan and another when Lily drove a digging shoulder into Gabby's pert bosom.
Dark eyes wide with worry, Mendoza was nearly scrambling before she met the ‘mat‘, knowing she dared not get stuck on her back beneath Burlingame. In a move akin to amateur wrestling, Gabby gave up the takedown and control to avoid something even worse. She flipped to her chest and pushed to all fours before Lily could gather full control. Mendoza felt Burlingame heavy on her back, trying to break her down flat to her chest and grind her into the slippery surface to wear down the slender frame of the Baby-Faced Killer.
Lily reared back on the mount but made sure to keep her knees wedged against the other brunette’s ribs so Mendoza couldn’t buck her off. Mulling her options, she leaned down and in, curled her right arm into a hook and tried to slip it under Gabby’s neck. “Give it up, sweetie.” the former Lightweight queen demanded. “Unless you want to take a long naOOOOOWWWW STOPPIT!”
But Mendoza decided she liked the taste of Burlingame’s hand even more than she liked her gum and she kept right on chewing Lily’s thumb until the Roseate Rocket grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head up just high enough to TWHUMP it against the floor of the pit. That got her hand loose and after a quick shake the ballistic little brunette slid back on her mount and repaid catty for catty with a long raaaaaaaaake down Gabby’s back. “NASTY BYTCH-FACE!” Mendoza shouted as she pushed up on both hands. “You’re gonna pay for that!” She twisted her hips and reached around to fill one hand with the heiress’s shiny locks.
Lily snarled but made no attempt to free her follicles. Rather she did some pulling of her own, enough to get a short gasp from the Barely Legal Brat. “C’mon baby, shove me off if you think you’re so bad!”
Mendoza tried to use the oil to spin on her knees, but Burlingame's handful of jet black locks was high enough on Gabby's scalp, she could use it as reins and was able to keep the Terrible Texan from turning to face her. What it couldn’t stop was the Baby-Faced Killer from reaching vertical and Lily joined her foe in pushing up. The dark-haired twosome slipped across the blue plastic covering the pit, Lily intent on staying behind the lethal Latina. Perhaps feeling Mendoza escaping, she drove a foot into the pit of Gabby's right knee, forcing Mendoza to genuflect in front of her. Quickly, Lily dipped and wrapped a tight Sleeper Hold grip around the noggin of Miss G-Thang. Gabby's eyes widen in fear, her arms flailing up and behind, trying to latch onto something tender before Burlingame could cinch the submission in tight and bring them both fully to the mat where there would be absolutely no leverage or friction to dislodge Lily from being Gabby's backpack.
Gabby slapped and scraped at the side of her attacker’s head for several seconds, but she wasn’t able to secure anything of consequence until she caught another fistful of Burlingame’s hair. A savage tug made Lily’s eyes water, so she squeezed the Sleeper tighter and made Mendoza’s glutes pay for her insolence with a short, mean Kneelift. “Let go of my hair, Gabby.” she ordered after a few more shots.
Gabby only doubled down on the hair-hold, the Big League Beeyotch now yanking in two directions. “Why don’t you try and make me, asshoNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily put those cheeks on notice with three more Kneelifts and a single long constriction of the Sleeper. “Seems like I’m doing a pretty good job, honey. Don’t you think EEERRGGGHHH WHOOOAAHHH NNNGGGHHH!” Mendoza raised her right foot and stomped down HARD on the former Cherry Bomb’s toes, making sure to grrrrrrrriiiiind in her heel in the aftermath. This loosened Burlingame’s grip considerably so Gabby dropped to one knee and pulled as hard as she could, flipping the Girl That Gravity Forgot over her shoulder and onto her butt with a rough little SnapMare!
With the minutes in the pit accumulating, the lithe frames continued to slow from their usual frenetic pace and Mendoza wasn’t quick to leap on Lily, seated in front of her. Burlingame reflexively slipped her hands under her tailbone to massage her bruised coccyx. Slowly, the gassed Gabby crawled to the Girl From Oily Space and POUNDED a forearm between Lily's shoulderblades. Burlingame arched forward in pain. Behind her, Mendoza wearily pushed to her feet and stepped her right leg over Lily's right shoulder. She did the same on the left and locks her ankles, shimmering thighs clamping shut on Lily's temples. Falling to her back, Mendoza brought the Scissored Star Strider with her, the Standing Head Scissors brought to the pit floor. Lily pried at Gabby's tensed stems, Burlingame trying to sneak her noggin out, but the effort only serves to give Gabby a pair of handles when she snatched Burlingame's wrists and tugged Lily's arms over head. "I'm going to squeeze your skull until the tiny brain you have seeps out of each ear."
Lily didn’t bother to respond, the pressure of Mendoza’s thighs along her jawline made words problematic at best and downright impossible at worst. Denied most of the usual options thanks to Gabby’s control over her wrists, the Crimson Comet planted her feet and started to push backward in an effort to stack the Texan on her should--”UNGH!”
Gabby popped her hips and surged forward to drop Burlingame on her butt with a miniaturized Keester Bounce! “Not a chance, Bytch Face.” Gabz teased. “You don’t get out until I’m satisfied!” To that end she wedged Lily’s hands under her tush one after the other so she’d have her hands free for other callous pursuits. “Hmmmmmhhh, where do I want to put my gum? Here?” she tapped Lily’s forehead. “Here?” she tapped her chin. “I know, right here!” Mendoza took the other brunette’s nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted as hard as she could! Lily let loose with a nasal keen and beat her heels against the floor of the pit while fighting to free her hands from Gabby’s gluteal lockdown.
Snickering with delight, Gabby gave one final twist before releasing her grip on Burlingame's beak. The lethal Latina barrel rolled to the right so both women were on their chests, Lily still trapped between Gabby's straining, shiny stems. The Texan slid/ground her foe's features into the greasy plastic, offering a bout of humiliation more than pain then rolled to her back, putting Lily back in the original predicament. "Bytch, ain't nuthin' sadder than an oily piece of garbage that some idiot thought was special once upon a time." Releasing Lily's wrists, Gabby laced her fingers and cups them under Burlingame's chin to wrench at her foe's head from below while crushing it with her nutcracker thighs. "Quit before you pass out or I'll mail you back to Susie Q with a red bow and NOTHING ELSE."
“Yuuuhhh…. you talk a big game.” Burlingame grunted. “Too bad you always needed Rose or Ginnifer to do the heavy lifting for EERRRRGHHHH!”
A furious Mendoza hooked her hands into claws and raked them up n’ down the length of her opponent’s face. “What was that, Bytch Face?” she snapped. “I couldn’t hear you over all that cryOOOOWWWWW F*CKING KNOCK IT AARRRRHHHHH!”
Lily snatched hold of her tormentor’s thumbs and paid back the attack on her nose by trying to peel the digits offa Gabby’s hands! In the same instant she twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the other brunette’s thigh! Scrambling away to get clear of the heiress’s teeth and claws, the Baby-Faced Killer swung a Haymaker at Lily’s head the instant she sat up, but Burlingame dipped beneath it and slid around behind her. Lil caught Gabby in a Full Nelson almost at once, then dropped onto her butt to make Mendoza do the same. A bit of leggy maneuvering earned a groan from the Texan when Burlingame split her stems wide with a Grapevine. “Hope you’re feeling strong, bubble-butt! Otherwise you’re gonna pop before you know it!” With that she stretched out on her back, pulled Mendoza into her lap and let her hang there for a second or two before THWHUMPING her booty into the oily floor!
Though the pit was padded, the distance and speed with which Lily's pelvic thrust sent Mendoza up, forward and down sent a shockwave through the Texan's tailbone. Gabby's babyface scrunched in pain only to change immediately to anxiety when Lily leans back again and repeats the process, the crowd eating it up as Gabby's behind gets bruised, the squish of oil, sending the slick goo out from under the Latina's taut little tush.
"Stahhp," Gabby offered weakly between winces when Burlingame finishes a third trip.
"Say no more," Lily interjected, giving up her Full Nelson to sweep her right arm in from the opposite side of Gabby's neck. She secured a backhand grip and pulled Mendoza into a Dragon Sleeper position that had Gabby flailing frantically, arms swaying wildly at first, but in short order, waving weakly, like increasingly limp reeds in the wind. The crowd seemed to count the seconds to Gabby's impending unconsciousness when the buzz of the assembled changes to one of wonder. Lily diverted her gaze from the glassy gaze and blubbering lips of the Baby-Faced Killer to the sight of her former alter ego not a dozen steps away, on the edge of the pit.
Eyes narrowed to slots as she honed in on the imposter Bomb, Burlingame shouted, “Hey! Get your ass over here!” The masked woman took a step forward, then very deliberately raised a hand and flipped Lily off. Infuriated by the blatant theft of her former identity, the Star Strider hunched forward and halved her grip on the Dragon Sleeper to point a finger at the interloper. “Go after her” she pleaded with the ref. “C’mon dammit, Catch her before she AAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mendoza paid Lily back with a chomp of her own, this one to the former Lightweight Champion’s encroaching bicep. This coupled with a bout of violent squirming let Gabz pull free of the Sleeper entirely, though she was still trapped in the other brunette’s Sciss-- “NNNGGGHH!”
Spoke too soon. The Big League Beeyotch pulled her head forward and then snapped it back, driving her noggin into Burlingame’s chin with vicious Headbutt! Burlingame collapsed onto her back, then slow rolled onto her back only to get flattened out when Mendoza pounced atop her with a full body pin. Taking the other brunette’s ankles in each hand, Gabby raised her lower legs and neatly folded Lily’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee. From there she pressed the heiress’s calf snug against the trapped limb and stepped over with her right leg to keep the knot glued in place. Hands already twisted into claws, she laced ‘em under the Star Strider’s chin and reeeeeeeeeeeefed back to complete the nasty merger of STF and Camel Clutch!
“NNNNNNGGGGHHHHHAAHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!” Burlingame wailed in anguish as the hold forced her up on her palms to alleviate even a fraction of the pain in her neck and back.
An adrenaline-filled Mendoza, given the opening she needed to secure Burlingame, poured every bit of remaining energy into the maneuver. The bubble-blower forces Lily's vertebrae into an ever-increasing arch, Burlingame's howls of pain muffled by Gabby's suffocating grip under her chin. Legs tightly folded under Mendoza's taut derriere, Lily had no manner of locomotion save her claws digging into the pit floor. But with no canvas and only oily plastic, the fingers glide uselessly over, Lily's squirming increasingly futile and her backbone sending searing waves of anguish through her body. With Gabby whispering less-than-sweet-nothings in her ear, the Girl From Outer Space admits she's been brought to oily earth, tapping furiously on the pit surface, sending oil splashing to the disappointment of the FAWNatics and the exhausted joy of Mendoza.
With the ref signaling for the bell, a spent Mendoza releases and let Lily fall loose, flat to her chest. Gabby rolled the dead meat over and peeled Lily's top off with only a hint of fight from the beaten Burlingame.
"You're dead," she huffed breathlessly at the victor.
"Yeah, I know," Gabby retorted. "SO I might as well make it extra special."
Mendoza planted in a forward straddle of Lily's chest and slid up her greasy frame, Burlingame trying to fight her off before the topless brunette succumbed, Gabby's crotch and backside swallowing her face. Lily pushed weakly but couldn’t budge Gabby, Mendoza riding out the final spasmodic jerks of the loser before depositing her gum deep in the chocolate locks of her glistening victim.
********
She’d never thought her PhD project would be easy, but Sierra was beginning to understand how difficult and perplexing mind control could be, especially one whose mind had the rabbit holes Lisa Dream possessed.
She’d effectively turned the legend into something akin to a force for good since breaking her out of psych ward lockdown. But keeping Dream on the straight and narrow seemed to take Lisa’s intangibles away from her and the trigger Mist had hoped to wean Lisa off so she was always a fair, upstanding winner on her own had been relied upon more often than not to pull Lisa out of match deficits.
So far it had worked, but Mist was having more trouble putting her Genie back in the box afterward, the ‘real’ Lisa trying to break free as much as Dream’s body had been liberated from her rubber room. And now, Dream once again soaked in oil, frayed from another growing Pit misadventure, certainly seemed to need the magic word.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
LISA DREAM:
Tight on her foe’s back and grinding Dream’s famous cheek mole into the greasy blue plastic of the enclosure floor, an icon in her own right, Chrissy Daniel was in total control. Daniel, barely holding onto her position as a FAWN roster member was having her way tonight with an overmatched Dream.
Since 2015, the Beach Cat had been nothing more than a gatekeeper for youngsters, though often enough she’d kept the gate closed. Still an opportunity to Pit pounce on The Dream had given Daniel the chance for something more, consistent Pay-Per-View positioning.
The ash blonde had used every bit of the opportunity so far, running the ivory-skinned brunette ragged, relying on her fireplug build and strength in good measure to keep the more willowy Dream managed, Scissors working at Lisa’s abs, arm locks and Headlocks wearing her down, and a Front Sleeper The Dream had barely escaped.
Sierra watched intently, not wanting to use the nuclear option, but fearing what would continue to happen if she didn’t.
Chrissy rolled Lisa to her back and, in a kneeling forward straddle over Dream’s pins, she lifted and drove a knee between the alabaster thighs of the Ultimate Image, Lisa’s dark eyes bulging, a soft ‘eep’ escaping her quivering lips.
“Eep is right, you putz.” Chrissy giggled as she followed the initial low blow with several seconds of rough knee to crotch grinding. “I don’t know why your Rent-a-Nurse ever thought oil would suit your prissy little ass, but I’m happy to let her watch you suffer.” The taunt raised a flash in the Dream’s dark eyes, alas the Killer Imp was still in firm control, as both Lisa and Sierra discovered when she THWHAPPED down on the willowy former World Champion with a miniature Splash. Collecting Lisa’s wrists in the aftermath, Daniel pinned the brunette’s wrists high overhead, then threaded her calves in against the Dream’s own sleek perfection and YANKED them apart with a Double Leg Grapevine.
“Yeah, go ahead and whimper!” Chrissy teased while she continued to smeck-smeck-SMECK her curvaceous bod against Lisa’s wilting frame. “I thought you’d at least be a nice warm-up for Emily’s pet cuckoo bird, but you’re BARELY a stepping stone. Might as well put you out of your misery before I get too bored.” With that she set her knees and slid north, Daniel making a point to press her juggs against Lisa’s smaller pair before continuing her journey onward. Outside Sierra clenched her teeth, not quite daring to push that Dreamy Red Button even when the Imp engulfed Lisa’s panicked perfection in the heavy weight of another Front Sleeper.
Like the professional she was, Chrissy knotted her arms behind Lisa's noggin and pushed the flawless features of The Dream DEEP into the cavernous cleavage. Raised on beach fights before joining FAWN, Daniel looked very much at home covered in a sheen of baby oil as a weakened Lisa flailed wildly, at least her arms, the ever pouty lips of the Imp curled into a smile as she controlled Lisa's legs, making it so hard to buck Chrissy from her mount. Confident to the point of arrogant, Daniel even peeled her gurls off Lisa's greasy face, The Dream's glazed eyes and burbling lips reemerging, to give her more of a dressing down.
"I'm a THREE time FAWN champion and people act like you're perfect?" Sierra flinched at the sound of those last two syllables, but there's no reaction but weary fear from the drained Dream. It had to be her voice. Sierra hadn't been so foolish as to not put that safeguard in place. But as a beaming Chrissy continued her harangue, Mist could feel herself hot under the collar. The bytch deserved it. She did. NO. Lisa had to find a way on her own. But could she? Chrissy's rack began to descend, The Dream trying to shift her face from side to side but Daniel's bracketing arms keeping the target mostly in place.
There’s a raucous roar from the FAWNatics as Chrissy once again pours jugg to her weakening rival. Biting down on her bottom lip in a coy smile, the powerful blonde rolls her shoulders and jostles up and down to make sure every bit of her weight is devoted to sending Lisa to Drea-- well, you know.
“Quit, putz.” she said to the crown of Lisa’s quivering skull. “Go on, sniffle it into the gurls and I’ll put you down real faSSEERRGGH!”
Dream slipped a leg free of her opponent’s control and promptly gave Chrissy a taste of her own medicine with a truncated knee between the thighs. “Sorry loser.” the Beach Cat huffed. “That shyt’s too little, too DAMMIT!” Lisa locked her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight, the bendy-backed legend putting a whole lot of pressure on her rival’s right thigh. It still didn’t get her out from under that smothering blonde blanket, but Daniel did have to adjust her position slightly and--THERE!
Lisa turned her head to the side and drew in several grateful, ragged breaths. Sierra took a few deep breaths as well even though the engine of Dream’s destruction was still slipping and sliding against Lisa’s cheek. “That’s great, Lisa, excellent even! Take your time, gather your wits and then show everyone why you’re the greatest wrestler on the planet!”
Chrissy growled as she looked over at the diminutive doctor-to-be. “Watch your mouth, shrimp. Otherwise you’re going to get a taste of what EEEEERRRRRRGGHHH!” Lisa got a hand free, stuffed it under Daniel’s chin and pushed up while simultaneously gouging her fingertips into the blonde’s lower lip. “Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re good…” the Imp sneered. “But I’m…” (yt)
Lisa got a hand free, stuffed it under Daniel’s chin and pushed up. But the effort had all the strength of someone breathing breast instead of air for most of the last minute. Chrissy slapped the defenses down and goes full jugg. The crowd, feeling a little more charitable to Lisa these days, couldn’t help themselves but react in Pavlovian fashion at the sight of The Dream so close to succumbing. “You used to be good…” Daniel chuckles. “But me? I’m still...” Chrissy lets the word hang, knowing everyone would wait for the P-word.
"PERFECT!" Sierra shouted.
The Imp turns and puckers at Sierra. "See. That education didn't completely go to waste," Chrissy says. "You know when to jump off the band...OOOFFF!”
A sudden shot of adrenaline seems to shock Lisa's system, her increasingly flaccid arms finding energy enough to circle around Chirssy's cushy middle and cinched tight. A free leg rose up Daniel's body and the knee drove into the muscle of the ash blonde's opposite thigh, breaking what's left of the grapevine. Chrissy showed some concern, but she still had Lisa buried in bosom, even if her back was starting to knot and The Dream's rocking her softly from side to side. But the clincher came when the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection twisted her head 45 degrees and seemingly CHOMPED her perfect pearlies intro the thin spandex covering Daniel's left nipple. It became more obvious The Dream was sinking her teeth into the protuberance when Daniel shrieked in pain and pulled off with Lisa still attached like a fish on a hook, Chrissy's nipple being stretched by the gnawing incisors of the triggered terror.
Rearing back on her haunches in an effort to put some distance between herself and the demented Dream, Chrissy pounded a few short Hammer Punches into the top of Lisa’s noggin, but they did nothing to alleviate the “UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lisa wrapped her arms around the blonde’s strong midsection and drove forward in a miniature Spear that THWHUMP-SPLATTED Daniel against the oil-slicked plastic.
Finally coming up for air after one last nibble, Lisa sidled around against the Beach Cat’s left hip so she could snake her legs around Chrissy’s midsection at a sharp, unpleasant angle. In the same motion she draped the FAWN original’s left arm across her shoulders, effectively eliminating it from the action. Gifted two hands to Chrissy’s one, Lisa cupped her right hand across the blonde’s chin and wrenched her head back as far as she could. Uncomfortable though this was, it was primarily to distract her while the galvanized Dream took her opponent’s left nub between thumb and forefinger and twisssssssssssted like she wanted to add it to her trophy collection!
“AAAAAAAAWWWW GAAAWD, STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” Chrissy shrieked, tried to grab at Lisa’s wrist so the vengeful beauty switched over to the right and treated it to the same torturous twist. Apparently pleased by the reaction, Lisa alternated between the dials several times, even going to the shorter woman’s belly for a quick raaaaaaaaaake from time to time.
Suddenly appearing like 'Cat' was part of her moniker, it's the rejuvenated Lisa using teeth and claws to worrying effect. Giving up one nipple, she used her right forearm to blister the chin of the Imp, CRASHING it into the tip of Chrissy 's jaw with enough force to send Daniel lolling on her back. Lisa took a straddling position topside. "I'M LISA GODDAMN DREAM!" the brunette screamed to the high heavens, a volcano of emotion erupting, while a clenched fist RAMMED into the cleft of Chrissy's bosom, the expertly aimed heart punch defibbing Daniel's bloodpumper. Chrissy tried to catch a breath, her eyes rolling half-white as her heart skipped a beat. "Bytch, there's only one place perfection can be found," Lisa assured. The Dream spread her arms high and wide to display where. Those hands laced together above her head and she SLAMMED a Double Axehandle into Daniel's forehead with a perfect lumberjack blow.
With Chrissy dazed, Lisa leaned forward into a full body pin and stuffed her modest zebra-striped top into the pillowy lips of the Beach Cat. It's more out of rage than thinking her B-cups can do the job, but perfection came in smaller packages and Lisa's smother was more effective than perhaps it should be. Relenting momentarily, The Dream rose from her curvy cushion and tugged Chrissy up with her in part, never letting the ash blonde get fully vertical, keeping her bent at the waist. The Dream tugged Daniel's lowered head between her ivory-skinned thighs, clamping down in a Scissors. She set to paddling tanned behind, an Oily Bittersweet Symphony bringing more than half the assembled to their feet if only for the beautiful nostalgia of Lisa breaking out her Spanking Machine.
The savage staccato stippling of Chrissy’s glutes got a wide smile to one Sierra Mist, the not-so-good doctor going so far as to tap her fingers along to the blistering booty beat. “That’s it, Lisa! No mercy!” Mist encouraged. “Show her what happens to those poor unfortunates that try to challenge your perfection!”
Lisa barely registered Sierra’s voice, her dark eyes were still trained on Daniel’s defenseless curves and the pulse-quickening spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK that had them glowing red, then pink under her percussive palms. Forcing herself to bolder, wilder rhythms even as her forearms began to ache with exertion, Lisa kept it up for another fifteen seconds before unleashing a callipygian crescendo consisting of no less than three resounding overhand slaps! The CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK of this latest Bittersweet Symphony echoed through the FAWN Arena like cannon-fire, though it was quickly overwhelmed by an even louder round of applause from the FAWNatics. None of this seemed to register with the Dream, who popped to her feet and ‘cooled’ her sizzling palms by rubbing them against her own pert glutes. Eyes alight as she circled the smoldering ruin of the Killer Imp, Lisa paused every few steps to STOMP on Chrissy’s bicep, chest, tummy and thighs, not to mention those poor devastated glutes, were the blonde ever so foolish as to roll onto her stomach.
Splayed on the pit floor, Chrissy's chest heaved, mewls squeaking from between her lips with every crushing sole and heel. Finally, a snarling, feral Lisa leapt into air above Daniel's mug and landed her perfect ass on the glistening features of the Imp. Chrissy, having raised her head in an attempt to evacuate, had Dreamy backside send the back of her skull THUMPING into the Pit floor. And while it's not as hard as the canvas-covered plywood of a ring, cheeks from five feet up could still offer a near concussive butt bump. Even Lisa, in her state, shows a hint of discomfort from her aching undercarriage, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the delight in nestling atop the 'swallowed' face of the beach bully.
Lisa pins Daniel's biceps under her knees and, when a flagging Chrissy tried to kick her way free of the forward straddle, The Dream collected her short, stocky, gleaming stems and Matchbooked the weakened Imp into a trap from which no battered fly could escape her corresponding spider. "Who's perfect?" Lisa screamed. Chrissy's response tickled her privates and The Dream realized she had to rise to accept surrender. She lifted slightly, pulling crotch and crack from Chrissy beak and lips.
"Who's perfect?" she repeated.
Perhaps a Killer Imp in her prime might have cursed Lisa as a putz and fought on. This Chrissy was a bully bested and she softly squeaked. "You are. I submit"
"Damn right," Sierra shouted from the sidelines, pumping her fist. "You're perfect!" Mist yells, bringing to a close the triggered Lisa for the night. Maybe she could use the magic word less in the next match, but tonight it just couldn't be done. But looking into Lisa's eyes, Sierra could see the untamed Dream was still loose.
Sliding down Chrissy's body to settle just below the Imp's chest was encouraging, but Lisa tearing Daniel's top free and waving it like a lasso over her head was not exactly what Mist has in mind for her new creation. A laughing Lisa looked down at the beaten and exhausted Daniel and brought the top down like a garrote across the throat of the topless loser, choking the life from her foe.
"I am perfect, aren't I?" she screamed wildly. "I'M LISA DREAM!"
The crowd started to boo and Sierra pleaded with her charge, begging her to stop when the ref couldn’t pull her free. Finally, after Mist assures Lisa she's 'PERFECT' no less than a dozen times does the hysterical frenzy slowly subside. The Dream rolled off an unconscious Daniel with no remorse and moved to Sierra as if they're meeting at the park for a Sunday morning stroll.
"I did it," Lisa blurted without a trace of emotion left.
"You did," Sierra stuttered. "You did."
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Vince Lombardi once said ‘It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up.’ Well, Lenore Lemarchand and Eliza Bliss had been knocked down recently, the former suffering a hard loss to leggy newcomer Harriet Larkin, while the latter had succumbed to fangs of Adelaide Brewster and in so doing dropped the World Title in the collection plate of Eternal Midnight. Given their positions in the FAWN hierarchy each woman could’ve rebounded from these setbacks with any number of gimme’s or cupcakes, so it said something about their competitive drives that they’d follow a high profile loss with an equally high stakes battle within the slippery, gleaming confines of the Oil Pit.
ELIZA BLISS:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
And what a battle it was. Over the course of twenty-so minutes the Superlative Soprano and the Fair & Radiant Maiden had glided effortlessly between immaculate technical exchanges and downright callous displays of catty savagery that had the crowd cheering one second and groaning the next. Eventually the clock and the overhead lights took their toll and the pace slowed to a crawl even as the acrimony grew stronger and stronger. Snuggled in behind the Englishwoman, Lemarchand bore down on the Bodyscissors to distract Bliss when she released her Full Nelson in favor of a crisscross claw grip on the former World Champion’s breasts. “Give it up, Bliss.” Lenore muttered as she kneaded and mauled the brunette’s bounty. “Otherwise you’re not going to enjoy the next high note.”
"FUHHAHHHGAWWDD!" Eliza's would-be expletive was essentially deleted by a howl of pain when the Raven sent stereo twists and tears into Blissy's thinly-sheathed bosom. With both women seated, the Brit partially in Lenore's lap, Lemarchand's legs digging into Eliza's sides just under her ribs, the diva futilely grasped at Lenore's wrists and tried to remove the tines from gouging her flesh. Unable to pry her way free of the clenching digits, Eliza cocked a right elbow and swung it back, connecting with a glancing blow to the Raven's shoulder. Lemarchand made Bliss pay with another hateful squeeze. She leaned back in her seat as well, bringing Eliza's tush off the oily plastic and the cushioning beneath. Thrusting her pelvis forward and down, Lemarchand planted Eliza's tailbone and drew a yip of pain. Even if it didn't create quite the shockwave of canvas-covered plywood, the soprano's lids clenched from the butt bump. Desperate, the brunette swung another elbow back, sending the blind shot higher, hoping to hit temple or cheek.
“UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Bliss’s elbow struck true, the bony joint jabbing the point of Lemarchand’s cheek. Eyes watering, she forgot all about the grip on Eliza’s girls though she did maintain enough wherewithal to raaaaaaaaaake her nails down the other brunette’s back!
“Bytch!” Eliza repaid tit for tat, or in this base, back for thighs, as she did a little scoring of her own along the insides of those ivory coils. Lenore hissed and tried for a final squeeze, but the Renaissance Woman palmed her knees and pushed down hard enough to slide free of Lemarchand’s clutches for good. Twisting around in the blink of an eye, Blissy slid forward and caught Lenore’s noggin in the crook of her right arm. Hands locked in a white-knuckled S-Grip, she wrestled Lemarchand to her back and then reeeeeeeeeeeeefed up on the Headlock. “Don’t you dare threaten me, Understudy.” Eliza huffed as she force-fed the Barroness a mouthful of Bliss-Bust. “Just because ‘Liv holds you in some regard doesn’t mean she won’t be smiling from ear to ear when I stroll through the curtain with your briefs slung over one shoulder!”
In most instances since the Oil Pit had garnered its seemingly permanent niche in FAWNdom, no one had been Lenore's peer in grinding her way to victory. But as Eliza stuffed the Raven's mug into her greasy, glistening cleavage, it's becoming clear Bliss had the stamina / lung power to take the fight to Lemarchand rather than just survive until Lenore slithered her way to victory. Bliss shifted her grip to a Guillotine Choke, her long ivory legs wrapping around the midriff of the Black Courtier while in her foe's lap. Supple skin slid over the oily dermis of foe, but the soprano's grip cinched tighter, drawing gasps and gagging from the suddenly vulnerable Baroness. Eliza had crossed the Rubicon with her World Title reign, now completely confident, even in Lenore's slippery den of iniquity. "I'm sure you have no range," Eliza grunted, “so I'll take your surrender in any key, my dear." Bliss rattled Lenore's noggin from side to side in the guillotine. "But now would be best."
Lenore waggled a finger ‘no’ to make sure the official understood she wasn’t about to cede this patch of (oily) ground without a great deal of effort from the Blackbird. Still, she had no interest in lingering in Bliss’s coils, so she slapped, punched and clawed at Eliza’s flanks while she slowly but surely fought her way to a seat. This did nothing for the crimp in her neck (not to mention the Scissors gouging at her waist) but a little more maneuvering let Lenore get her knees on the floor and that made all the difference.
Bliss could sense the trapped battler attempting some sort of jailbreak, so she crossed her ankles and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Guillotine. “Submit!” she demanded. “I want you awake when they announce me the new Queen of AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of the Englishwoman’s bottoms and pulled up as hard as she could. Far from mere tawdry manipulation, the wedgie served a vital strategic purpose as it gave Lemarchand the proper lever to slowly but surely clamber to her feet. Legs bent beneath Blissy’s weight, Lenore went up on tiptoe in hopes of driving Eliza into the shiny mat.
Showing power that might have had Blissy wide-eyed in wonder, if Eliza's lids weren't snapped shut from the wicked wedgie created by Lenore's unique dual leg-hole grip, the Baroness felt Eliza's choke hold loosen. The hint of uncertainty in the recent World Champion was all Lenore needed to use the diva's trunks to heave Eliza up and over with a snappy Suplex. Bliss hit the pit floor solidly, sending baby oil splattering far and wide. Even with the padding, the landing drew an arched backbone from Bliss when she rolled to a seated position, Eliza's left hand grasping at the base of her spine. Glistening ivory stems extended in front of her, Eliza understood the Raven had to be approaching from her six. She scrambled and spun to all fours, hoping to get to her haunches before the Pit Boss could make her another example of who owned the oil.
Bliss reared back onto her knees only to let out a surprised groan when Lenore caught her in a sort of side-applied Bear Hug around the shoulders and drove them both to the floor! Eliza’s right shoulder jabbed into her belly and that was far from pleasant, but she endured mostly because of the breathy ‘UNGH!’ that passed Eliza’s lips upon impact. Rolling the Blackbird onto her belly as quickly as she could, Lenore slid aboard and grabbed hold of Blissy’s wrists to pin ‘em high overhead. Then she hooked her ankles inside Eliza’s calves and wrenched her stems apart in a sort of facedown Double Leg Grapevine.
“You think you’re just going to waltz in here and wrestle the Pit away from me?” Lenore huffed in the Briton’s ear. “You may command the stage, sweetie. But here in the Oil? You’re just another understudy.”
“I’ll remember that when you’re burbling against my OOOOFFFHHHH! Oh, you tawdry little OOOOFFFHHHH!”
Lemarchand delivered a second hip smash to Blissy’s bunched buttocks, a domineering show of control far more painful that the former World Champ let on. “C’mon then, Blissy.” Lenore teased her pink-faced adversary. “You’re such a commanding presence, steal the spotlight from me!”
Bliss attempted to squirm and slide out from under, but with her legs split and secured by Lenore's alabaster anacondas and her arms locked down overhead, her slithering snake-like torso, shifting from side to side atop the oily plastic, garnered little in removing herself from the predicament. Lenore's words curdled in her ears as every feeble attempt to escape without the use of her limbs was foiled with another pelvic pounding into her bruised cheeks. It's not only a humiliating lockdown but the persistent hammering and futile efforts to escape grew more draining by the second. "I will push you back into the chorus," Blissy grunted gamely, but the wearing of the Baroness was starting to show as Eliza's fight slackened, her face greasy and worn.
“Oh, you will?” Lenore shoved Eliza’s wrists together so she could control them one handed. With the other free to do as it pleased, the Raven helped herself to an oily hank of hair and wrenched Bliss’s head back at a painful angle. It was a far cry from something like the hated Camel Clutch or the Dare Snare, but it added to the brunette’s discomfort while also putting her anguish on display for the delight of the FAWNatics. Bliss must’ve sensed she was being posed because she suddenly redoubled her escape efforts and may well have tossed Lemarchand clear if the other brunette hadn’t dug her knees into her mount’s ribs.
Eyes hard and cold, Lenore BWUNKED Bliss’s forehead into the mat to slow her efforts to their previous dull roar. Sliding to her knees for a more secure perch, the Raven twisted around in a half circle and deftly slid calves under Eliza’s biceps. Then she crossed her ankles against the nape of the Englishwoman’s neck and leaned back to trap Blissy’s arms in a modified Lotus Lock. “Do you recognize this hold, honey? Olivia once used it to make Kendra LaRue submit at the top of her lungs. Actually, that’s not accurate. THIS is what made Kendra submit at the top of her lungs.” Lemarchand hunched forward, helped herself to a double fistful of those spangly blue ‘Bliss’ briefs and yanked for all she was worth, the Pit Boss arched so far back her hair hung only inches above the floor of the pit.
Eliza howled in anguish, the Raven pinpointing her neck but even moreso, literally forcing 'Bliss' between her cheeks as Lenore delivered the mother of all wedgies. Yanking Eliza into a modified Crab, the ivory skin of the trapped diva glistened, her oily and now mostly bare derriere reflecting the lights from above. With Blissy's neck wrenched, spine breaking and sex sawed, Lenore had authored a maneuver in her Pit so sublime, the FAWNatics grumbled in admiration even as Bliss sang out in agony.
"Music to my ears,” the Baroness, exclaimed. "But a finishing touch is required."
Lenore added to the remarkable submission, bending and baring the soprano further until the Songbird could take no more of this grand finale, shouting out in pleading cries, "I QUIT. I QUIT. I QUIT."
Lenore halved her grip as the bell sounded, first to offer the crowd a pleasant little parade wave and then to punctuate the Announcer’s confirmation with a series of sharp, stinging SLAPS! “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the Queen of the Oil Pit… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
She added one final tug for emphasis, then pushed Blissy’s buttocks down flat and made an almost prissy show of undoing the savage distension of the wedgie. “Seems I’m still the star of this particular stage.” Lemarchand sighed. “And that means it’s time I claimed my prize.”
Eliza mumbled something soft, then got a little louder when the victorious battler slowly peeled those blue briefs down her hips and off her legs. Breaking the gammy grip to return to her full height, the Raven hoisted her trophy high, making sure to turn to all four sides of the arena so they could see the big block ‘BLISS’ on the seat. Once that was done she slipped a foot under the other brunette’s ribs and slopped her onto her back. Eliza instinctively went to cover her center and Lemarchand made no attempt to stop her. Instead she planted a foot on either side of the Songbird’s head and dropped to her knees. With Eliza’s nose pinched between her cheeks and Blissy’s bottoms draped over one shoulder, Lenore put her hands on her knees and waggled her hips to ensure there was no escape for the other brunette.
“Don’t worry Eliza, you’re still the undisputed queen of FAWN’s spotlight.” Lemarchand giggled as the Briton’s breath rasped against her undercarriage. “Just remember, as far as the oil is concerned, you’re only an understudy and I’m….” she reached back and tapped the ‘Oil Barroness’ insignia stretched across her own rump. It was the last thing Eliza saw before unconsciousness claimed her that night.
LILY BURLINGAME:
GABBY MENDOZA:
Now, twenty plus minutes in, the answer was clear to everyone in attendance. Ropes? They don’t need no stinkin’ ropes!
Explosive from the outset the pair of longtime rivals had exchanged holds and counter-holds with the speed of serpents battling on fast forward. No sooner had one secured her grip did the other find an oily escape hatch and the tableau would start all over again. It was only in the last few minutes that the pace finally slowed in a mutual Bear Hug that saw the Star Strider and the Baby-Faced Killer grinding away tummy to tummy, mouth on shoulder, tiny knotted fists digging and grinding into the shiny hollows of oil-slicked backs. Grimacing as Burlingame tightened her coil, Gabby replied with a retaliatory squeeze and grunted, “Give it up, Bytch Face. We both know this ends with my gum stuck to your foreheaUUUGGHHH!”
Lily gave the Hug a rough little shake punctuated by a rather vindictive chin grind against her rival’s neck. “Better swallow that crap right now, Gabz. Wouldn’t want you choking on it when you tap out!
Gabby grit her teeth in pain and frustration, the pink wad poking from between her pearly whites as Burlingame took advantage of a little loosening In Gabby's embrace to tighten hers. Pivoting when she believed Mendoza's concentration was broken between defense and the increasing difficulty in drawing a deep breath, Lily RIPPED Gabby off her slippery soles and twisted then drives Mendoza into the padding and oily sheen atop it. The landing was enough to draw a grunt from the tawny-skinned Texan and another when Lily drove a digging shoulder into Gabby's pert bosom.
Dark eyes wide with worry, Mendoza was nearly scrambling before she met the ‘mat‘, knowing she dared not get stuck on her back beneath Burlingame. In a move akin to amateur wrestling, Gabby gave up the takedown and control to avoid something even worse. She flipped to her chest and pushed to all fours before Lily could gather full control. Mendoza felt Burlingame heavy on her back, trying to break her down flat to her chest and grind her into the slippery surface to wear down the slender frame of the Baby-Faced Killer.
Lily reared back on the mount but made sure to keep her knees wedged against the other brunette’s ribs so Mendoza couldn’t buck her off. Mulling her options, she leaned down and in, curled her right arm into a hook and tried to slip it under Gabby’s neck. “Give it up, sweetie.” the former Lightweight queen demanded. “Unless you want to take a long naOOOOOWWWW STOPPIT!”
But Mendoza decided she liked the taste of Burlingame’s hand even more than she liked her gum and she kept right on chewing Lily’s thumb until the Roseate Rocket grabbed a huge handful of hair and yanked her head up just high enough to TWHUMP it against the floor of the pit. That got her hand loose and after a quick shake the ballistic little brunette slid back on her mount and repaid catty for catty with a long raaaaaaaaake down Gabby’s back. “NASTY BYTCH-FACE!” Mendoza shouted as she pushed up on both hands. “You’re gonna pay for that!” She twisted her hips and reached around to fill one hand with the heiress’s shiny locks.
Lily snarled but made no attempt to free her follicles. Rather she did some pulling of her own, enough to get a short gasp from the Barely Legal Brat. “C’mon baby, shove me off if you think you’re so bad!”
Mendoza tried to use the oil to spin on her knees, but Burlingame's handful of jet black locks was high enough on Gabby's scalp, she could use it as reins and was able to keep the Terrible Texan from turning to face her. What it couldn’t stop was the Baby-Faced Killer from reaching vertical and Lily joined her foe in pushing up. The dark-haired twosome slipped across the blue plastic covering the pit, Lily intent on staying behind the lethal Latina. Perhaps feeling Mendoza escaping, she drove a foot into the pit of Gabby's right knee, forcing Mendoza to genuflect in front of her. Quickly, Lily dipped and wrapped a tight Sleeper Hold grip around the noggin of Miss G-Thang. Gabby's eyes widen in fear, her arms flailing up and behind, trying to latch onto something tender before Burlingame could cinch the submission in tight and bring them both fully to the mat where there would be absolutely no leverage or friction to dislodge Lily from being Gabby's backpack.
Gabby slapped and scraped at the side of her attacker’s head for several seconds, but she wasn’t able to secure anything of consequence until she caught another fistful of Burlingame’s hair. A savage tug made Lily’s eyes water, so she squeezed the Sleeper tighter and made Mendoza’s glutes pay for her insolence with a short, mean Kneelift. “Let go of my hair, Gabby.” she ordered after a few more shots.
Gabby only doubled down on the hair-hold, the Big League Beeyotch now yanking in two directions. “Why don’t you try and make me, asshoNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily put those cheeks on notice with three more Kneelifts and a single long constriction of the Sleeper. “Seems like I’m doing a pretty good job, honey. Don’t you think EEERRGGGHHH WHOOOAAHHH NNNGGGHHH!” Mendoza raised her right foot and stomped down HARD on the former Cherry Bomb’s toes, making sure to grrrrrrrriiiiind in her heel in the aftermath. This loosened Burlingame’s grip considerably so Gabby dropped to one knee and pulled as hard as she could, flipping the Girl That Gravity Forgot over her shoulder and onto her butt with a rough little SnapMare!
With the minutes in the pit accumulating, the lithe frames continued to slow from their usual frenetic pace and Mendoza wasn’t quick to leap on Lily, seated in front of her. Burlingame reflexively slipped her hands under her tailbone to massage her bruised coccyx. Slowly, the gassed Gabby crawled to the Girl From Oily Space and POUNDED a forearm between Lily's shoulderblades. Burlingame arched forward in pain. Behind her, Mendoza wearily pushed to her feet and stepped her right leg over Lily's right shoulder. She did the same on the left and locks her ankles, shimmering thighs clamping shut on Lily's temples. Falling to her back, Mendoza brought the Scissored Star Strider with her, the Standing Head Scissors brought to the pit floor. Lily pried at Gabby's tensed stems, Burlingame trying to sneak her noggin out, but the effort only serves to give Gabby a pair of handles when she snatched Burlingame's wrists and tugged Lily's arms over head. "I'm going to squeeze your skull until the tiny brain you have seeps out of each ear."
Lily didn’t bother to respond, the pressure of Mendoza’s thighs along her jawline made words problematic at best and downright impossible at worst. Denied most of the usual options thanks to Gabby’s control over her wrists, the Crimson Comet planted her feet and started to push backward in an effort to stack the Texan on her should--”UNGH!”
Gabby popped her hips and surged forward to drop Burlingame on her butt with a miniaturized Keester Bounce! “Not a chance, Bytch Face.” Gabz teased. “You don’t get out until I’m satisfied!” To that end she wedged Lily’s hands under her tush one after the other so she’d have her hands free for other callous pursuits. “Hmmmmmhhh, where do I want to put my gum? Here?” she tapped Lily’s forehead. “Here?” she tapped her chin. “I know, right here!” Mendoza took the other brunette’s nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted as hard as she could! Lily let loose with a nasal keen and beat her heels against the floor of the pit while fighting to free her hands from Gabby’s gluteal lockdown.
Snickering with delight, Gabby gave one final twist before releasing her grip on Burlingame's beak. The lethal Latina barrel rolled to the right so both women were on their chests, Lily still trapped between Gabby's straining, shiny stems. The Texan slid/ground her foe's features into the greasy plastic, offering a bout of humiliation more than pain then rolled to her back, putting Lily back in the original predicament. "Bytch, ain't nuthin' sadder than an oily piece of garbage that some idiot thought was special once upon a time." Releasing Lily's wrists, Gabby laced her fingers and cups them under Burlingame's chin to wrench at her foe's head from below while crushing it with her nutcracker thighs. "Quit before you pass out or I'll mail you back to Susie Q with a red bow and NOTHING ELSE."
“Yuuuhhh…. you talk a big game.” Burlingame grunted. “Too bad you always needed Rose or Ginnifer to do the heavy lifting for EERRRRGHHHH!”
A furious Mendoza hooked her hands into claws and raked them up n’ down the length of her opponent’s face. “What was that, Bytch Face?” she snapped. “I couldn’t hear you over all that cryOOOOWWWWW F*CKING KNOCK IT AARRRRHHHHH!”
Lily snatched hold of her tormentor’s thumbs and paid back the attack on her nose by trying to peel the digits offa Gabby’s hands! In the same instant she twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the other brunette’s thigh! Scrambling away to get clear of the heiress’s teeth and claws, the Baby-Faced Killer swung a Haymaker at Lily’s head the instant she sat up, but Burlingame dipped beneath it and slid around behind her. Lil caught Gabby in a Full Nelson almost at once, then dropped onto her butt to make Mendoza do the same. A bit of leggy maneuvering earned a groan from the Texan when Burlingame split her stems wide with a Grapevine. “Hope you’re feeling strong, bubble-butt! Otherwise you’re gonna pop before you know it!” With that she stretched out on her back, pulled Mendoza into her lap and let her hang there for a second or two before THWHUMPING her booty into the oily floor!
Though the pit was padded, the distance and speed with which Lily's pelvic thrust sent Mendoza up, forward and down sent a shockwave through the Texan's tailbone. Gabby's babyface scrunched in pain only to change immediately to anxiety when Lily leans back again and repeats the process, the crowd eating it up as Gabby's behind gets bruised, the squish of oil, sending the slick goo out from under the Latina's taut little tush.
"Stahhp," Gabby offered weakly between winces when Burlingame finishes a third trip.
"Say no more," Lily interjected, giving up her Full Nelson to sweep her right arm in from the opposite side of Gabby's neck. She secured a backhand grip and pulled Mendoza into a Dragon Sleeper position that had Gabby flailing frantically, arms swaying wildly at first, but in short order, waving weakly, like increasingly limp reeds in the wind. The crowd seemed to count the seconds to Gabby's impending unconsciousness when the buzz of the assembled changes to one of wonder. Lily diverted her gaze from the glassy gaze and blubbering lips of the Baby-Faced Killer to the sight of her former alter ego not a dozen steps away, on the edge of the pit.
Eyes narrowed to slots as she honed in on the imposter Bomb, Burlingame shouted, “Hey! Get your ass over here!” The masked woman took a step forward, then very deliberately raised a hand and flipped Lily off. Infuriated by the blatant theft of her former identity, the Star Strider hunched forward and halved her grip on the Dragon Sleeper to point a finger at the interloper. “Go after her” she pleaded with the ref. “C’mon dammit, Catch her before she AAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!”
Mendoza paid Lily back with a chomp of her own, this one to the former Lightweight Champion’s encroaching bicep. This coupled with a bout of violent squirming let Gabz pull free of the Sleeper entirely, though she was still trapped in the other brunette’s Sciss-- “NNNGGGHH!”
Spoke too soon. The Big League Beeyotch pulled her head forward and then snapped it back, driving her noggin into Burlingame’s chin with vicious Headbutt! Burlingame collapsed onto her back, then slow rolled onto her back only to get flattened out when Mendoza pounced atop her with a full body pin. Taking the other brunette’s ankles in each hand, Gabby raised her lower legs and neatly folded Lily’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee. From there she pressed the heiress’s calf snug against the trapped limb and stepped over with her right leg to keep the knot glued in place. Hands already twisted into claws, she laced ‘em under the Star Strider’s chin and reeeeeeeeeeeefed back to complete the nasty merger of STF and Camel Clutch!
“NNNNNNGGGGHHHHHAAHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!” Burlingame wailed in anguish as the hold forced her up on her palms to alleviate even a fraction of the pain in her neck and back.
An adrenaline-filled Mendoza, given the opening she needed to secure Burlingame, poured every bit of remaining energy into the maneuver. The bubble-blower forces Lily's vertebrae into an ever-increasing arch, Burlingame's howls of pain muffled by Gabby's suffocating grip under her chin. Legs tightly folded under Mendoza's taut derriere, Lily had no manner of locomotion save her claws digging into the pit floor. But with no canvas and only oily plastic, the fingers glide uselessly over, Lily's squirming increasingly futile and her backbone sending searing waves of anguish through her body. With Gabby whispering less-than-sweet-nothings in her ear, the Girl From Outer Space admits she's been brought to oily earth, tapping furiously on the pit surface, sending oil splashing to the disappointment of the FAWNatics and the exhausted joy of Mendoza.
With the ref signaling for the bell, a spent Mendoza releases and let Lily fall loose, flat to her chest. Gabby rolled the dead meat over and peeled Lily's top off with only a hint of fight from the beaten Burlingame.
"You're dead," she huffed breathlessly at the victor.
"Yeah, I know," Gabby retorted. "SO I might as well make it extra special."
Mendoza planted in a forward straddle of Lily's chest and slid up her greasy frame, Burlingame trying to fight her off before the topless brunette succumbed, Gabby's crotch and backside swallowing her face. Lily pushed weakly but couldn’t budge Gabby, Mendoza riding out the final spasmodic jerks of the loser before depositing her gum deep in the chocolate locks of her glistening victim.
********
She’d never thought her PhD project would be easy, but Sierra was beginning to understand how difficult and perplexing mind control could be, especially one whose mind had the rabbit holes Lisa Dream possessed.
She’d effectively turned the legend into something akin to a force for good since breaking her out of psych ward lockdown. But keeping Dream on the straight and narrow seemed to take Lisa’s intangibles away from her and the trigger Mist had hoped to wean Lisa off so she was always a fair, upstanding winner on her own had been relied upon more often than not to pull Lisa out of match deficits.
So far it had worked, but Mist was having more trouble putting her Genie back in the box afterward, the ‘real’ Lisa trying to break free as much as Dream’s body had been liberated from her rubber room. And now, Dream once again soaked in oil, frayed from another growing Pit misadventure, certainly seemed to need the magic word.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
LISA DREAM:
Tight on her foe’s back and grinding Dream’s famous cheek mole into the greasy blue plastic of the enclosure floor, an icon in her own right, Chrissy Daniel was in total control. Daniel, barely holding onto her position as a FAWN roster member was having her way tonight with an overmatched Dream.
Since 2015, the Beach Cat had been nothing more than a gatekeeper for youngsters, though often enough she’d kept the gate closed. Still an opportunity to Pit pounce on The Dream had given Daniel the chance for something more, consistent Pay-Per-View positioning.
The ash blonde had used every bit of the opportunity so far, running the ivory-skinned brunette ragged, relying on her fireplug build and strength in good measure to keep the more willowy Dream managed, Scissors working at Lisa’s abs, arm locks and Headlocks wearing her down, and a Front Sleeper The Dream had barely escaped.
Sierra watched intently, not wanting to use the nuclear option, but fearing what would continue to happen if she didn’t.
Chrissy rolled Lisa to her back and, in a kneeling forward straddle over Dream’s pins, she lifted and drove a knee between the alabaster thighs of the Ultimate Image, Lisa’s dark eyes bulging, a soft ‘eep’ escaping her quivering lips.
“Eep is right, you putz.” Chrissy giggled as she followed the initial low blow with several seconds of rough knee to crotch grinding. “I don’t know why your Rent-a-Nurse ever thought oil would suit your prissy little ass, but I’m happy to let her watch you suffer.” The taunt raised a flash in the Dream’s dark eyes, alas the Killer Imp was still in firm control, as both Lisa and Sierra discovered when she THWHAPPED down on the willowy former World Champion with a miniature Splash. Collecting Lisa’s wrists in the aftermath, Daniel pinned the brunette’s wrists high overhead, then threaded her calves in against the Dream’s own sleek perfection and YANKED them apart with a Double Leg Grapevine.
“Yeah, go ahead and whimper!” Chrissy teased while she continued to smeck-smeck-SMECK her curvaceous bod against Lisa’s wilting frame. “I thought you’d at least be a nice warm-up for Emily’s pet cuckoo bird, but you’re BARELY a stepping stone. Might as well put you out of your misery before I get too bored.” With that she set her knees and slid north, Daniel making a point to press her juggs against Lisa’s smaller pair before continuing her journey onward. Outside Sierra clenched her teeth, not quite daring to push that Dreamy Red Button even when the Imp engulfed Lisa’s panicked perfection in the heavy weight of another Front Sleeper.
Like the professional she was, Chrissy knotted her arms behind Lisa's noggin and pushed the flawless features of The Dream DEEP into the cavernous cleavage. Raised on beach fights before joining FAWN, Daniel looked very much at home covered in a sheen of baby oil as a weakened Lisa flailed wildly, at least her arms, the ever pouty lips of the Imp curled into a smile as she controlled Lisa's legs, making it so hard to buck Chrissy from her mount. Confident to the point of arrogant, Daniel even peeled her gurls off Lisa's greasy face, The Dream's glazed eyes and burbling lips reemerging, to give her more of a dressing down.
"I'm a THREE time FAWN champion and people act like you're perfect?" Sierra flinched at the sound of those last two syllables, but there's no reaction but weary fear from the drained Dream. It had to be her voice. Sierra hadn't been so foolish as to not put that safeguard in place. But as a beaming Chrissy continued her harangue, Mist could feel herself hot under the collar. The bytch deserved it. She did. NO. Lisa had to find a way on her own. But could she? Chrissy's rack began to descend, The Dream trying to shift her face from side to side but Daniel's bracketing arms keeping the target mostly in place.
There’s a raucous roar from the FAWNatics as Chrissy once again pours jugg to her weakening rival. Biting down on her bottom lip in a coy smile, the powerful blonde rolls her shoulders and jostles up and down to make sure every bit of her weight is devoted to sending Lisa to Drea-- well, you know.
“Quit, putz.” she said to the crown of Lisa’s quivering skull. “Go on, sniffle it into the gurls and I’ll put you down real faSSEERRGGH!”
Dream slipped a leg free of her opponent’s control and promptly gave Chrissy a taste of her own medicine with a truncated knee between the thighs. “Sorry loser.” the Beach Cat huffed. “That shyt’s too little, too DAMMIT!” Lisa locked her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight, the bendy-backed legend putting a whole lot of pressure on her rival’s right thigh. It still didn’t get her out from under that smothering blonde blanket, but Daniel did have to adjust her position slightly and--THERE!
Lisa turned her head to the side and drew in several grateful, ragged breaths. Sierra took a few deep breaths as well even though the engine of Dream’s destruction was still slipping and sliding against Lisa’s cheek. “That’s great, Lisa, excellent even! Take your time, gather your wits and then show everyone why you’re the greatest wrestler on the planet!”
Chrissy growled as she looked over at the diminutive doctor-to-be. “Watch your mouth, shrimp. Otherwise you’re going to get a taste of what EEEEERRRRRRGGHHH!” Lisa got a hand free, stuffed it under Daniel’s chin and pushed up while simultaneously gouging her fingertips into the blonde’s lower lip. “Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re good…” the Imp sneered. “But I’m…” (yt)
Lisa got a hand free, stuffed it under Daniel’s chin and pushed up. But the effort had all the strength of someone breathing breast instead of air for most of the last minute. Chrissy slapped the defenses down and goes full jugg. The crowd, feeling a little more charitable to Lisa these days, couldn’t help themselves but react in Pavlovian fashion at the sight of The Dream so close to succumbing. “You used to be good…” Daniel chuckles. “But me? I’m still...” Chrissy lets the word hang, knowing everyone would wait for the P-word.
"PERFECT!" Sierra shouted.
The Imp turns and puckers at Sierra. "See. That education didn't completely go to waste," Chrissy says. "You know when to jump off the band...OOOFFF!”
A sudden shot of adrenaline seems to shock Lisa's system, her increasingly flaccid arms finding energy enough to circle around Chirssy's cushy middle and cinched tight. A free leg rose up Daniel's body and the knee drove into the muscle of the ash blonde's opposite thigh, breaking what's left of the grapevine. Chrissy showed some concern, but she still had Lisa buried in bosom, even if her back was starting to knot and The Dream's rocking her softly from side to side. But the clincher came when the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection twisted her head 45 degrees and seemingly CHOMPED her perfect pearlies intro the thin spandex covering Daniel's left nipple. It became more obvious The Dream was sinking her teeth into the protuberance when Daniel shrieked in pain and pulled off with Lisa still attached like a fish on a hook, Chrissy's nipple being stretched by the gnawing incisors of the triggered terror.
Rearing back on her haunches in an effort to put some distance between herself and the demented Dream, Chrissy pounded a few short Hammer Punches into the top of Lisa’s noggin, but they did nothing to alleviate the “UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lisa wrapped her arms around the blonde’s strong midsection and drove forward in a miniature Spear that THWHUMP-SPLATTED Daniel against the oil-slicked plastic.
Finally coming up for air after one last nibble, Lisa sidled around against the Beach Cat’s left hip so she could snake her legs around Chrissy’s midsection at a sharp, unpleasant angle. In the same motion she draped the FAWN original’s left arm across her shoulders, effectively eliminating it from the action. Gifted two hands to Chrissy’s one, Lisa cupped her right hand across the blonde’s chin and wrenched her head back as far as she could. Uncomfortable though this was, it was primarily to distract her while the galvanized Dream took her opponent’s left nub between thumb and forefinger and twisssssssssssted like she wanted to add it to her trophy collection!
“AAAAAAAAWWWW GAAAWD, STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” Chrissy shrieked, tried to grab at Lisa’s wrist so the vengeful beauty switched over to the right and treated it to the same torturous twist. Apparently pleased by the reaction, Lisa alternated between the dials several times, even going to the shorter woman’s belly for a quick raaaaaaaaaake from time to time.
Suddenly appearing like 'Cat' was part of her moniker, it's the rejuvenated Lisa using teeth and claws to worrying effect. Giving up one nipple, she used her right forearm to blister the chin of the Imp, CRASHING it into the tip of Chrissy 's jaw with enough force to send Daniel lolling on her back. Lisa took a straddling position topside. "I'M LISA GODDAMN DREAM!" the brunette screamed to the high heavens, a volcano of emotion erupting, while a clenched fist RAMMED into the cleft of Chrissy's bosom, the expertly aimed heart punch defibbing Daniel's bloodpumper. Chrissy tried to catch a breath, her eyes rolling half-white as her heart skipped a beat. "Bytch, there's only one place perfection can be found," Lisa assured. The Dream spread her arms high and wide to display where. Those hands laced together above her head and she SLAMMED a Double Axehandle into Daniel's forehead with a perfect lumberjack blow.
With Chrissy dazed, Lisa leaned forward into a full body pin and stuffed her modest zebra-striped top into the pillowy lips of the Beach Cat. It's more out of rage than thinking her B-cups can do the job, but perfection came in smaller packages and Lisa's smother was more effective than perhaps it should be. Relenting momentarily, The Dream rose from her curvy cushion and tugged Chrissy up with her in part, never letting the ash blonde get fully vertical, keeping her bent at the waist. The Dream tugged Daniel's lowered head between her ivory-skinned thighs, clamping down in a Scissors. She set to paddling tanned behind, an Oily Bittersweet Symphony bringing more than half the assembled to their feet if only for the beautiful nostalgia of Lisa breaking out her Spanking Machine.
The savage staccato stippling of Chrissy’s glutes got a wide smile to one Sierra Mist, the not-so-good doctor going so far as to tap her fingers along to the blistering booty beat. “That’s it, Lisa! No mercy!” Mist encouraged. “Show her what happens to those poor unfortunates that try to challenge your perfection!”
Lisa barely registered Sierra’s voice, her dark eyes were still trained on Daniel’s defenseless curves and the pulse-quickening spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK that had them glowing red, then pink under her percussive palms. Forcing herself to bolder, wilder rhythms even as her forearms began to ache with exertion, Lisa kept it up for another fifteen seconds before unleashing a callipygian crescendo consisting of no less than three resounding overhand slaps! The CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACK of this latest Bittersweet Symphony echoed through the FAWN Arena like cannon-fire, though it was quickly overwhelmed by an even louder round of applause from the FAWNatics. None of this seemed to register with the Dream, who popped to her feet and ‘cooled’ her sizzling palms by rubbing them against her own pert glutes. Eyes alight as she circled the smoldering ruin of the Killer Imp, Lisa paused every few steps to STOMP on Chrissy’s bicep, chest, tummy and thighs, not to mention those poor devastated glutes, were the blonde ever so foolish as to roll onto her stomach.
Splayed on the pit floor, Chrissy's chest heaved, mewls squeaking from between her lips with every crushing sole and heel. Finally, a snarling, feral Lisa leapt into air above Daniel's mug and landed her perfect ass on the glistening features of the Imp. Chrissy, having raised her head in an attempt to evacuate, had Dreamy backside send the back of her skull THUMPING into the Pit floor. And while it's not as hard as the canvas-covered plywood of a ring, cheeks from five feet up could still offer a near concussive butt bump. Even Lisa, in her state, shows a hint of discomfort from her aching undercarriage, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the delight in nestling atop the 'swallowed' face of the beach bully.
Lisa pins Daniel's biceps under her knees and, when a flagging Chrissy tried to kick her way free of the forward straddle, The Dream collected her short, stocky, gleaming stems and Matchbooked the weakened Imp into a trap from which no battered fly could escape her corresponding spider. "Who's perfect?" Lisa screamed. Chrissy's response tickled her privates and The Dream realized she had to rise to accept surrender. She lifted slightly, pulling crotch and crack from Chrissy beak and lips.
"Who's perfect?" she repeated.
Perhaps a Killer Imp in her prime might have cursed Lisa as a putz and fought on. This Chrissy was a bully bested and she softly squeaked. "You are. I submit"
"Damn right," Sierra shouted from the sidelines, pumping her fist. "You're perfect!" Mist yells, bringing to a close the triggered Lisa for the night. Maybe she could use the magic word less in the next match, but tonight it just couldn't be done. But looking into Lisa's eyes, Sierra could see the untamed Dream was still loose.
Sliding down Chrissy's body to settle just below the Imp's chest was encouraging, but Lisa tearing Daniel's top free and waving it like a lasso over her head was not exactly what Mist has in mind for her new creation. A laughing Lisa looked down at the beaten and exhausted Daniel and brought the top down like a garrote across the throat of the topless loser, choking the life from her foe.
"I am perfect, aren't I?" she screamed wildly. "I'M LISA DREAM!"
The crowd started to boo and Sierra pleaded with her charge, begging her to stop when the ref couldn’t pull her free. Finally, after Mist assures Lisa she's 'PERFECT' no less than a dozen times does the hysterical frenzy slowly subside. The Dream rolled off an unconscious Daniel with no remorse and moved to Sierra as if they're meeting at the park for a Sunday morning stroll.
"I did it," Lisa blurted without a trace of emotion left.
"You did," Sierra stuttered. "You did."
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Vince Lombardi once said ‘It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up.’ Well, Lenore Lemarchand and Eliza Bliss had been knocked down recently, the former suffering a hard loss to leggy newcomer Harriet Larkin, while the latter had succumbed to fangs of Adelaide Brewster and in so doing dropped the World Title in the collection plate of Eternal Midnight. Given their positions in the FAWN hierarchy each woman could’ve rebounded from these setbacks with any number of gimme’s or cupcakes, so it said something about their competitive drives that they’d follow a high profile loss with an equally high stakes battle within the slippery, gleaming confines of the Oil Pit.
ELIZA BLISS:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
And what a battle it was. Over the course of twenty-so minutes the Superlative Soprano and the Fair & Radiant Maiden had glided effortlessly between immaculate technical exchanges and downright callous displays of catty savagery that had the crowd cheering one second and groaning the next. Eventually the clock and the overhead lights took their toll and the pace slowed to a crawl even as the acrimony grew stronger and stronger. Snuggled in behind the Englishwoman, Lemarchand bore down on the Bodyscissors to distract Bliss when she released her Full Nelson in favor of a crisscross claw grip on the former World Champion’s breasts. “Give it up, Bliss.” Lenore muttered as she kneaded and mauled the brunette’s bounty. “Otherwise you’re not going to enjoy the next high note.”
"FUHHAHHHGAWWDD!" Eliza's would-be expletive was essentially deleted by a howl of pain when the Raven sent stereo twists and tears into Blissy's thinly-sheathed bosom. With both women seated, the Brit partially in Lenore's lap, Lemarchand's legs digging into Eliza's sides just under her ribs, the diva futilely grasped at Lenore's wrists and tried to remove the tines from gouging her flesh. Unable to pry her way free of the clenching digits, Eliza cocked a right elbow and swung it back, connecting with a glancing blow to the Raven's shoulder. Lemarchand made Bliss pay with another hateful squeeze. She leaned back in her seat as well, bringing Eliza's tush off the oily plastic and the cushioning beneath. Thrusting her pelvis forward and down, Lemarchand planted Eliza's tailbone and drew a yip of pain. Even if it didn't create quite the shockwave of canvas-covered plywood, the soprano's lids clenched from the butt bump. Desperate, the brunette swung another elbow back, sending the blind shot higher, hoping to hit temple or cheek.
“UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Bliss’s elbow struck true, the bony joint jabbing the point of Lemarchand’s cheek. Eyes watering, she forgot all about the grip on Eliza’s girls though she did maintain enough wherewithal to raaaaaaaaaake her nails down the other brunette’s back!
“Bytch!” Eliza repaid tit for tat, or in this base, back for thighs, as she did a little scoring of her own along the insides of those ivory coils. Lenore hissed and tried for a final squeeze, but the Renaissance Woman palmed her knees and pushed down hard enough to slide free of Lemarchand’s clutches for good. Twisting around in the blink of an eye, Blissy slid forward and caught Lenore’s noggin in the crook of her right arm. Hands locked in a white-knuckled S-Grip, she wrestled Lemarchand to her back and then reeeeeeeeeeeeefed up on the Headlock. “Don’t you dare threaten me, Understudy.” Eliza huffed as she force-fed the Barroness a mouthful of Bliss-Bust. “Just because ‘Liv holds you in some regard doesn’t mean she won’t be smiling from ear to ear when I stroll through the curtain with your briefs slung over one shoulder!”
In most instances since the Oil Pit had garnered its seemingly permanent niche in FAWNdom, no one had been Lenore's peer in grinding her way to victory. But as Eliza stuffed the Raven's mug into her greasy, glistening cleavage, it's becoming clear Bliss had the stamina / lung power to take the fight to Lemarchand rather than just survive until Lenore slithered her way to victory. Bliss shifted her grip to a Guillotine Choke, her long ivory legs wrapping around the midriff of the Black Courtier while in her foe's lap. Supple skin slid over the oily dermis of foe, but the soprano's grip cinched tighter, drawing gasps and gagging from the suddenly vulnerable Baroness. Eliza had crossed the Rubicon with her World Title reign, now completely confident, even in Lenore's slippery den of iniquity. "I'm sure you have no range," Eliza grunted, “so I'll take your surrender in any key, my dear." Bliss rattled Lenore's noggin from side to side in the guillotine. "But now would be best."
Lenore waggled a finger ‘no’ to make sure the official understood she wasn’t about to cede this patch of (oily) ground without a great deal of effort from the Blackbird. Still, she had no interest in lingering in Bliss’s coils, so she slapped, punched and clawed at Eliza’s flanks while she slowly but surely fought her way to a seat. This did nothing for the crimp in her neck (not to mention the Scissors gouging at her waist) but a little more maneuvering let Lenore get her knees on the floor and that made all the difference.
Bliss could sense the trapped battler attempting some sort of jailbreak, so she crossed her ankles and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Guillotine. “Submit!” she demanded. “I want you awake when they announce me the new Queen of AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of the Englishwoman’s bottoms and pulled up as hard as she could. Far from mere tawdry manipulation, the wedgie served a vital strategic purpose as it gave Lemarchand the proper lever to slowly but surely clamber to her feet. Legs bent beneath Blissy’s weight, Lenore went up on tiptoe in hopes of driving Eliza into the shiny mat.
Showing power that might have had Blissy wide-eyed in wonder, if Eliza's lids weren't snapped shut from the wicked wedgie created by Lenore's unique dual leg-hole grip, the Baroness felt Eliza's choke hold loosen. The hint of uncertainty in the recent World Champion was all Lenore needed to use the diva's trunks to heave Eliza up and over with a snappy Suplex. Bliss hit the pit floor solidly, sending baby oil splattering far and wide. Even with the padding, the landing drew an arched backbone from Bliss when she rolled to a seated position, Eliza's left hand grasping at the base of her spine. Glistening ivory stems extended in front of her, Eliza understood the Raven had to be approaching from her six. She scrambled and spun to all fours, hoping to get to her haunches before the Pit Boss could make her another example of who owned the oil.
Bliss reared back onto her knees only to let out a surprised groan when Lenore caught her in a sort of side-applied Bear Hug around the shoulders and drove them both to the floor! Eliza’s right shoulder jabbed into her belly and that was far from pleasant, but she endured mostly because of the breathy ‘UNGH!’ that passed Eliza’s lips upon impact. Rolling the Blackbird onto her belly as quickly as she could, Lenore slid aboard and grabbed hold of Blissy’s wrists to pin ‘em high overhead. Then she hooked her ankles inside Eliza’s calves and wrenched her stems apart in a sort of facedown Double Leg Grapevine.
“You think you’re just going to waltz in here and wrestle the Pit away from me?” Lenore huffed in the Briton’s ear. “You may command the stage, sweetie. But here in the Oil? You’re just another understudy.”
“I’ll remember that when you’re burbling against my OOOOFFFHHHH! Oh, you tawdry little OOOOFFFHHHH!”
Lemarchand delivered a second hip smash to Blissy’s bunched buttocks, a domineering show of control far more painful that the former World Champ let on. “C’mon then, Blissy.” Lenore teased her pink-faced adversary. “You’re such a commanding presence, steal the spotlight from me!”
Bliss attempted to squirm and slide out from under, but with her legs split and secured by Lenore's alabaster anacondas and her arms locked down overhead, her slithering snake-like torso, shifting from side to side atop the oily plastic, garnered little in removing herself from the predicament. Lenore's words curdled in her ears as every feeble attempt to escape without the use of her limbs was foiled with another pelvic pounding into her bruised cheeks. It's not only a humiliating lockdown but the persistent hammering and futile efforts to escape grew more draining by the second. "I will push you back into the chorus," Blissy grunted gamely, but the wearing of the Baroness was starting to show as Eliza's fight slackened, her face greasy and worn.
“Oh, you will?” Lenore shoved Eliza’s wrists together so she could control them one handed. With the other free to do as it pleased, the Raven helped herself to an oily hank of hair and wrenched Bliss’s head back at a painful angle. It was a far cry from something like the hated Camel Clutch or the Dare Snare, but it added to the brunette’s discomfort while also putting her anguish on display for the delight of the FAWNatics. Bliss must’ve sensed she was being posed because she suddenly redoubled her escape efforts and may well have tossed Lemarchand clear if the other brunette hadn’t dug her knees into her mount’s ribs.
Eyes hard and cold, Lenore BWUNKED Bliss’s forehead into the mat to slow her efforts to their previous dull roar. Sliding to her knees for a more secure perch, the Raven twisted around in a half circle and deftly slid calves under Eliza’s biceps. Then she crossed her ankles against the nape of the Englishwoman’s neck and leaned back to trap Blissy’s arms in a modified Lotus Lock. “Do you recognize this hold, honey? Olivia once used it to make Kendra LaRue submit at the top of her lungs. Actually, that’s not accurate. THIS is what made Kendra submit at the top of her lungs.” Lemarchand hunched forward, helped herself to a double fistful of those spangly blue ‘Bliss’ briefs and yanked for all she was worth, the Pit Boss arched so far back her hair hung only inches above the floor of the pit.
Eliza howled in anguish, the Raven pinpointing her neck but even moreso, literally forcing 'Bliss' between her cheeks as Lenore delivered the mother of all wedgies. Yanking Eliza into a modified Crab, the ivory skin of the trapped diva glistened, her oily and now mostly bare derriere reflecting the lights from above. With Blissy's neck wrenched, spine breaking and sex sawed, Lenore had authored a maneuver in her Pit so sublime, the FAWNatics grumbled in admiration even as Bliss sang out in agony.
"Music to my ears,” the Baroness, exclaimed. "But a finishing touch is required."
Lenore added to the remarkable submission, bending and baring the soprano further until the Songbird could take no more of this grand finale, shouting out in pleading cries, "I QUIT. I QUIT. I QUIT."
Lenore halved her grip as the bell sounded, first to offer the crowd a pleasant little parade wave and then to punctuate the Announcer’s confirmation with a series of sharp, stinging SLAPS! “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the Queen of the Oil Pit… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
She added one final tug for emphasis, then pushed Blissy’s buttocks down flat and made an almost prissy show of undoing the savage distension of the wedgie. “Seems I’m still the star of this particular stage.” Lemarchand sighed. “And that means it’s time I claimed my prize.”
Eliza mumbled something soft, then got a little louder when the victorious battler slowly peeled those blue briefs down her hips and off her legs. Breaking the gammy grip to return to her full height, the Raven hoisted her trophy high, making sure to turn to all four sides of the arena so they could see the big block ‘BLISS’ on the seat. Once that was done she slipped a foot under the other brunette’s ribs and slopped her onto her back. Eliza instinctively went to cover her center and Lemarchand made no attempt to stop her. Instead she planted a foot on either side of the Songbird’s head and dropped to her knees. With Eliza’s nose pinched between her cheeks and Blissy’s bottoms draped over one shoulder, Lenore put her hands on her knees and waggled her hips to ensure there was no escape for the other brunette.
“Don’t worry Eliza, you’re still the undisputed queen of FAWN’s spotlight.” Lemarchand giggled as the Briton’s breath rasped against her undercarriage. “Just remember, as far as the oil is concerned, you’re only an understudy and I’m….” she reached back and tapped the ‘Oil Barroness’ insignia stretched across her own rump. It was the last thing Eliza saw before unconsciousness claimed her that night.
