Post by dsb on Nov 11, 2018 21:53:07 GMT
Even with whole night’s worth of stories behind them, the Basement Dwellers found the energy to leap from their seats when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight’s attempt to join the Three Time World Champ club she wore one of Lenore’s purple ‘Darkness There & Nothing More’ tanks, either as a show of solidarity with her fellow Courtier or possibly a not so pleasant reminder of who now resided in the champ’s old haunts. Eager to get to the action, Susan grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to offer the crowd a smirk when they broke into loud applause. Peeling it off only increased the noise, so she slung it over one shoulder and headed down the aisle. Beneath it she wore a season appropriate black two-piece with bright orange trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other. As of yet un-introduced, the Rainmaker strolled to the center of the ring, raised a fist high overhead, then backed into the far corner to await a certain bloodsucking freak.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded along with Burlingame’s music, but those awaiting some words from Miranda Wainright were surprised by the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ instead. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda waiting in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Flanked by the Prophet of Pain, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster paid them absolutely no mind, focusing instead on a bit of murmured conversation. When it was over Adelaide started down the ramp with Miranda following perhaps half a dozen steps behind. For her first headlining appearance at AHE the Daughter of Darkness wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once taking her eyes off the first of Emily West‘s bleating sheep, Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Baring her teeth for the Ace, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Serene in the center of this pocket storm, she handed the strap to Nick Castle and backed into her corner when the Announcer finally entered the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! This match will be fought under ‘Blood Feast’ rules, meaning a competitor may not seek a pin-fall, submission or knock-out without first bloodying her opponent. Once that is accomplished they may seek victory as normal. Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, this is…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Susan came out of her corner to thunderous applause and would’ve gone nose to nose with the champion if Nick hadn’t stepped between them. “Keep it in check a little while longer, You can swing just as hard as you want once I’ve rang the bell.” Susan didn’t look pleased, but she nodded and headed back to the buckles so the official could check out her pads and boots.
Meanwhile, the Announcer waited long enough to confirm Miranda wasn’t going to interrupt his routine. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Brewster strode forth just as Burlingame had, the brunette showing red-stained teeth and fingers curled into wicked claws. She beckoned Susan to her then and there, but Castle held firm and the Champion stalked back to the buckles with her thirst for violence still not slaked.
The Basement Dwellers, who’d remained respectfully quiet during the in-ring introductions, let loose like a seminar of banshees when the bell sounded and champion and challenger made for the center of the ring. Hands already raised in curved claws, Brewster ran the tip of her tongue across her canines and exploded at the Rainmak--
THWHAP!
Susan cut her off with a short, nasty kick to the Churchgoer’s right thigh, immediately followed with another when Adelaide stumbled in surprise. A third was in the offering but Brewster raised her leg to absorb the blow with her shin. More than willing to exchange shots with the notoriously stiff striker, the Queen of Nightmares planted her right foot and replied with a pair of Leg Kicks that spanked off the other brunette’s bronzed left thigh. Sue absorbed them with little more than a grimace, though she did offer up an ‘oooofffhh!’ when Adelaide THWHUMPED her tits with a heavy Forearm Smash.
Knocked out of shelling range by the blow, Burlingame readied a jab only to hiss in surprise when the Weeping Angel raked her cheek with a quick slash. “Nowhere to hide from me, Susie.” Adelaide cooed in response to her foe’s wide-eyed stare. “That shiny plastic swagger of yours doesn’t mean shyt in my rinNNGGGHH!” Sue came off her back foot with a Bicycle Kick that caught Brewster in the left shoulder hard enough to send her tumbling to the deck.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rm-MBEYDT0w
The champion bounced up almost at once, but Sue was already on her, snatching a rough double handful of hair to keep Brewster doubled over for a trio of Kneelifts that pounded against her forehead. Adelaide swatted the next one aside, balled her left hand into a fist and tested Burlingame’s tummy with a flurry of shots that might’ve freed her from the hair-hold with just a little more time and accuracy. As it was the heiress endured long enough to deliver another Kneelift, this one between the eyes, then transition over to a quick Double Underhook. Backing up a few steps to make sure they weren’t anywhere near the ropes, Susan dropped her hips and popped off a bridge that THWHUMPED Brewster down flat on her back. Balanced on tiptoe for half a heartbeat or less, Burlingame somersaulted over the zealot without breaking her S-Grip, meaning that Adelaide was hauled up and trapped in a Butterfly Lock the instant Susan landed in her lap. Weight on her right knee so she could plant her left foot, Susan leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an attempt to touch Brewster’s forehead to the rough canvas.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX & BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=og-AZNcOyLs
“RRRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Adelaide growled as she tried to prize her arms free of the Courtier’s grip. “You know you can’t win like this!”
Sue flipped hair out of her eyes and smirked while jostling the hold back n’ forth. “Correction. I can’t win like this YET. But I’ve got plenty of time to make you bleed. Right now I just want to hear you scream!” She rose up and dropped down half a dozen times, Burlingame just driving her glutes into the champion’s lap and tummy.
Hurt and embarrassed by the heathen’s early domination, Adelaide managed to drag her nails across Burlingame’s lower back a few times, but it only got another hard shake from the Bankable Bombshell. Denied an easy escape route, she turned her attention to Susan’s posted left leg and DUG her nails into the underside of the brunette’s thigh.
Snarling in spite of her control, Burlingame muttered, “Shytty way to try and draw blood, buttercup. If you wanted to slap and tickle you could’ve just said so.”
“I’m not here to slap OR tickle, bytch.” Adelaide growled. “I’m here to break the hearts, minds and bodies of every single woman in the Black CouUUUURRRGGHHH!”
Susan shifted off her right knee, stretched that leg out and locked her ankles to add a gut-churning Scissors to the already painful Butterfly Lock. “You’re not going to break anything tonight, Brewster.” Burlingame promised. “Unless it’s the record for fastest loss by referee’s stoppage in a World Title matcheeerrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh bytch, you better f*cking stop right now.”
Adelaide, who’d managed to twist her head just enough to chomp down on the heiress’s taut flank, did nothing of the sort. Instead she took a moment to kiss the exposed skin and purr, “Threaten all you want, little girl. Your blood will stain this canvas soon enough and when it does I’ll make you grovel like a penitent at the altar of Eternal MidnightTTTNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan sent another pulse through her stems, making Brewster groan. “Internal bleeding is still bleeding honey. And don’t think for a second I’m going to ease off when you start coughing up bloOOOOOWWWWW F*CKING NASTY BYTCH!”
Adelaide doubled down on her gnawing, she also got her hands around behind the other brunette’s back and YANKED up on those seasonal black briefs! Scissors weakened by the sadistic sawing wedgie, Sue relinquished them after a final squeeze, then climbed out of Brewster’s lap and got to her feet with that tenacious Double Underhook still intact. “You want to tug trunks with me, Addy?” the challenger hissed. “Hope you’re ready to pay a high pricWHOOOOONNNNNGGGHHH!”
Brewster set her feet and plowed forward as fast as she could, the incapacitated champion in search of ropes or a corner, whichever came first. Turned out to be the latter, as she discovered when the heiress BWUUUUNGED into the thinly-padded steel. That collision finally undid Burlingame’s clasped hands, but rather than straighten up Brewster cinched her arms around the Courtier’s waist and drove her against the corner half a dozen times in rapid succession. Only when Burlingame’s butt sagged against the middle buckle did she back out into the middle of the squared circle with her arms still tight around the challenger’s waist. Head wedged under Susan’s left arm, Adelaide peeled off a quick bridge to THWHUMP the other brunette flat on her back. T’was a perfect Northern Lights Suplex, yet Brewster’s earlier chewing hadn’t drawn blood, so the Queen of Nightmares somersaulted over the vulnerable heathen and scrambled to her feet without even considering a cover. Not that this was in any way beneficial to the heiress, in fact it was quite the opposite. Because Adelaide immediately sprang up, the sturdy battler drawing her knees to waist-level just to STOMP down on her rival’s chest.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgU7W9D_dtg
Sue shuddered, then moaned in disgust when Brewster dropped to her knees and planted the center of her trunks directly atop Burlingame’s upturned mug. Again, no blood meant no count, so Adelaide just treated herself to a double handful of hair and pumped her hips against Susan’s face once, twice, thrice. “How’s THAT for the best seat in the house?” the Daughter of Darkness sneered once she’d gotten to her feet and scraped the huffing Courtier up alongside.
“Luuuhhh… smells like candy corn and the worst walk of shame evNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide scored the challenger’s eyes with a slow motion rake, clamped down on the nearest wrist, then turned in a wide circle and sent Sue barreling toward the far corner with a stern Irish Whip. Ever aware of her position in the ring despite the blurred vision, Burlingame adjusted her pace and spun around on one heel to make sure she took the collision with buckles between her shoulders and not flush on the sternum. Alas this safeguard proved effectively worthless when the Queen of Nightmares came charging in with a Jumping Kneelift that THWHUMPED against the Ace’s cheek! Burlingame jolted hard, but hooked an arm over the top rope to keep from dropping to a seat. Again this determination proved problematic as it meant she was still a perfect target when Brewster raced into the opposite set of strands and came back with a thunderous Big Boot that THWHAPPED her target’s jaw!
JUMPING KNEE & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-M9SGoY3WM
The second half of that diabolical double feature left Adelaide lurking in the corner with her kickin’ leg draped over the top rope, whereas Susan stumbled away from the crash site with both hands dangling at her sides before crumpling to all fours a short distance away. Turning her attention to Castle without bothering to leave her perch, Brewster demanded, “Check the rich girl’s face, arbiter. I’m pretty sure I felt her nose give way beneath my heel.”
Nick was already on the case, kneeling beside the challenger in search of blood. He didn’t see any stippling the mat, though he wasn’t satisfied until Burlingame raised her head. “No blood.” he told Adelaide. Then to Sue, “You ok?”
The Ace nodded. “Going to take more than a couple of yellow belt kicks to bust me opNNNNGGGGHH!”
The Weeping Angel came off the second turnbuckle with a Double Axehandle that THWHUMPED into the small of Burlingame’s back! “Don’t waste your precious energy pleading with him.” Brewster’s tone was poisoned honey as she twined her fingers in the heiress’s hair. “If anything you should waste it pleading to me!” She hauled Susan to boot leather, doubled her over with a Kneelift to the gut and secured a Front Facelock without delay. This was followed by a similarly quick cradling of the challenger’s right leg, so the fans readied themselves for a Fisherman’s Suplex only to have Susan wrest free of the Facelock after a stiff-fingered thrust to the Churchgoer’s ribs! Her leg remained in Adelaide’s grip however, as the World Champ promptly reminded her with a rough pie-facing smeared across one cheek.
“Don’t fight the inevitable.” she told the hopping Courtier. “The sooner you offer your neck the sooner we can end this pathetic charNGH!”
Sue clasped her hands around the back of Brewster’s head, leapt off her planted foot and TWHOCKED that knee directly between the other brunette’s eyes! Adelaide’s head snapped back and she abandoned the Single Leg to tend to her face which meant she was rather distracted when Susan hauled off and CRAAACKED her mouth with a Bytch Slap worthy of Macy Renquist! This was followed by a Forearm Smash to the mouth, a Kneelift to the chest and a swift Leg Kick delivered to the back of the zealot’s left thigh! Brewster cried out but didn’t go down, the durable brunette hopping on her right foot to better tend to that stinging “UUUNGH!” Susan laid into that fresh welt with another snappy kick, the Bankable Bombshell apparently focused on chopping her righteous opposition down to size. Her efforts thus far were taking a toll, yet Adelaide was still on her feet (correction: foot) so Burlingame raced into the ropes on her opponent’s six and came rushing back to “OOOOFFFHH!”
Tender or not, the Weeping Angel’s own Kick Game was still nothing to trifle with, as Sue learned when Brewster caught her coming in with a straight Back Kick to the navel. “That’s right heathen, avert your unworthy gaze.” Adelaide snarled at her gagging opposition. “Just look at the canvas while you wait for the killing blow!” Burlingame was too busy steadying her roiling gut to reply, so the Queen of Nightmares flicked her right leg up high and brought it THWHUNKING down on the back of Susan’s skull! Brewster had wanted the other brunette down on the canvas but the Courtier’s stubborn durability meant she ended up rocked back on her heels instead. Noting this blessing in disguise with a wicked little smirk, Adelaide spun around in a circle and came out on the far side with a Roaring Elbow that THWHACKED Burlingame square in the mouth!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJOv1fjJD1Y
Burlingame hit the deck in a flat sprawl with Adelaide taking a knee beside her to clamp down on the challenger’s left shoulder, thus trapping her in place so the Daughter of Darkness could grrrrrrrrrrind the bony ridge of her forearm back ‘n forth across Susan’s protesting face! “Bleed for me, rich girl!” Adelaide demanded of the squirming, thrashing Ace. “Offer your unworthy blood up to something greater than yourself for the first time in your disgusting OOOOOWWW F*CK!”
Less concerned about the stip than she was about getting Brewster’s goddamned forearm out of her mouth, Burlingame palmed a hand against the side of her attacker’s head and gouged a thumb into the Adelaide’s eye! The Weeping Angel reared back and scrambled to verticality, one hand knuckling at her eyes while the other swept back and forth to ward off any potential encroachment from the heiress. She needn’t have worried, Susan only made it as far as one knee before she was stopped by Nick Castle.
“Hold on a second, Sue.” Burlingame didn’t bother to protest, she’d tasted copper the second she sat up. The former World Champ showed Nick the cut on her bottom lip, then turned her head to the side and spat pink on the mat. Satisfied, the senior official stepped away and threw a signal to the Timekeeper, who relayed it to the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Adelaide Brewster has drawn blood. She may now attempt pin-falls and submissions.”
Hearing this, Brewster looked up and grinned. “Show me, heathen.” Susan got to her feet, pinched her bottom lip and started to pull it down only to flip Adelaide the bird instead. “You want to see it, bytch? You’re gonna have to get a lot closer than HEEERRRRRGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel did as bade, barreling into her challenger with something that was equal parts tackle and Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Sue answered with equal enthusiasm, but Brewster had momentum on her side, not to mention an utter lack of restraint now that she’d wounded her adversary. Stuffing one hand under Burlingame’s chin she repaid the eye gouge with another wicked rake and got really mean by seizing hold of her opponent’s bloodied bottom lip! “Is this close enough for you, heathen?” Adelaide cooed as she barreled Susan across the ring to a corner on the far side. Pressed in belly to belly after the turnbuckles brought a halt to Sue’s backward progress, Brewster continued to worry and tear at Burlingame’s features even as Sue tried to remove two great handfuls of the true believer’s dark hair.
“Guuuhhh… get the f*ck offa me you rabid byAAAAARRRRRHHHH!” Susan stamped a foot in agonized frustration when Adelaide buried her muzzle in the side of her neck and started to chew.
After a few deep pulls she raised her head to murmur in the heiress’s ear. “Ooooooh, you’re a strong vintage indeed. No wonder West has so much faith in you. It will be a sublime pleasure to leave your exsanguinated frame on the Court’s doorsteOOOOOHHHHH let me GO, heathen.”
Sue, who’d halved her hair hold in favor of a white-knuckle grip between the zealot’s thighs, only squeezed a little harder. “Tell you want, sweetie.” the challenger murmured in Brewster’s ear. “You get your fingers out of my face and I’ll get my talon out of your trunNGH!”
Adelaide slammed a Headbutt between Burlingame’s eyes, stunning her long enough to swat the encroaching claw aside. In the mood to keep their contest close and clinchy, Adelaide turned the other brunette in a half circle and stuffed her chest-first against the turnbuckle. From there she grabbed hold of Sue’s biceps and draped her arms over the top rope so she could reach under said rope and yaaaaaaaaaaank the Bankable Bombshell’s arms backward in an ingenious twist on the Surfboard! To make matters worse, Brewster stepped back as far as she could, raised her right foot and wedged it against the base of Sue’s neck for even more torque. “Submit.” Adelaide demanded in between trying to kick divots into her opponent’s skull. “Submit so all the world knows that the combined might of the Black Court is nothing against the Church of Eternal Midnight!”
Under more traditional circumstances Nick would’ve been all over the champion to break her rope-augmented hold, however the Blood Feast stipulation effectively made him little more than a witness with a direct line to the Timekeeper. Still, he wasn’t about to remain silent while Brewster tried to separate her opponent’s shoulders, so he got as close as he dared and asked, “What do you say, Susan? Can you go on?”
“A helluva lot farther than this bytch ever managed.” the Rainmaker growled in response. “Plastic teeth and a mean choir aren’t nearly enough to get it done against EEERRRRRHHH SHYT GODDAMMIT!”
Adelaide removed her foot from the nape of Sue’s neck so she could step in close and fold the other brunette’s hands up between her shoulders in an equally hellacious Double Hammerlock. With Burlingame effectively helpless, the Queen of Nightmares snuggled in close and purred, “I do so love you spirited trash talk, Susannah. The only thing I love more is your broken sobbing.” Teeth bared, she once again put her mouth to the side of the heiress’s neck and ‘drank’ deep. Burlingame endured as stoically as possible, though even she couldn’t suppress a moan when Adelaide cupped her chin in one hand and pulled back at a sharp angle.
“What do you say, Sue?” Castle asked in response to that little hitch in the challenger’s throat. “You still in this th--”
Brewster cursed and hopped backward, the Churchgoer favoring her left foot because Susan just slammed her heel down on it with great malice of forethought. Delighted to reclaim her own arms, the Ace drew the right free of the strands, then did the same for the le-- “UUNNNNGGGH!”
The Daughter of Darkness pointed her right shoulder at Burlingame, shuffle-stepped forward and THWHACKED a textbook Super Kick against the back of her skull! Sue’s noggin whipped forward and she went weak in the knees, the tawny brunette only upright because she was smeared against the turnbuckles. This changed almost immediately thereafter when Adelaide caught a handful of waistband and reeled her rival backward into a half Waistlock. Having her head braced beneath Burlingame’s left arm meant she could’ve gone for any number of Suplexes, instead Brewster muscled the Courtier onto her right shoulder and stomped into the corner, where she deposited her on the top turnbuckle in a woozy seat.
“Your escape efforts are truly pathetic.” Adelaide noted just before she raaaaaaaaked her claws down Susan’s back. “Barely more than the skittering of rats or the buzzing of flies. And if you insist on boring me with such paltry diversions I’ll have to make my own entertainment.”
Knowing she was in no position to mouth off didn’t stop Burlingame from doing exactly that. “Suuuhhhh… so is this the part where you turn up the Twilight soundtrack and sing into a hairbrusNNNNNGGGGGH!”
The Weeping Angel made her pay for that insolence by driving the edges of her hands in above the heathen’s hips in a perfectly administered (albeit oddly positioned) Mongolian Chop. Smile growing wider with each passing second, Brewster clamped down on Sue’s shoulders so she had a suitable handhold when she climbed into the high rent district and settled down just behind the vulnerable battler. Securing a Waistlock with all the charm of a python trapping a rabbit, Adelaide put her lips to Burlingame’s ear to explain, “No heathen, this is the part where I show these people your best days as a wrestler are long gone. But your best days as a food source have only just begun!” Hooks set deep, the domineering FAWN World Champion ground against her prey’s back for a moment, then pulled up and dropped backward in a one-hundred and eighty degree arc that tore Sue loose from her moorings and NOOOOO!
Burlingame over-rotated in midair so she came down on one knee instead of crashing and burning on the back of her head. As for Adelaide she was still in the corner, though the shift in alignment meant she was strapped to the Tree of Woe. Precarious as it was, the athletic brunette might’ve still been fine if Susan hadn’t charged the buckles and THWHUMPED her shoulder into Brewster’s navel! Adelaide ‘ooooooffffhed’ and started to slop onto the Rainmaker’s encroaching back only for Burlingame to straighten up so she was still hanging in the ToW.
“What’s this shyt?” Sue chided once she’d swept the hair out of her face. “Don’t tell me you’re hanging it up already?” Brewster put her hands on the mat and started to push up so the Ace scuffed a mean little kick off her cheek. “Did I say you could go anywhere, Bat Wench?”
“Kiss my ass.” Adelaide hissed in the midst of grabbing the middle rope to ‘crunch’ her way to her earlier seat. “Even the heathens know this ring is mine to commaEEERRRRHHH BYTCH!”
Susan palmed the champ’s face just as Brewster reached three o’clock and treated her nose to a vile twist, all the better to force the true believer all the way back to start. “Who gives a f*ck if you have a command of the ring?” the heiress scoffed. “What matters is commanding anyone else IN the ring. And unless you’re commanding me to kick that soft little gut of yours, you aren’t worth shyt.”
Brewster sneered at the slander (or was it a blasphemy?) and tried to swat at Sue’s legs only to eat a kick to the midsection for her troubles. One was a good start, but Burlingame had a lot of aggression to work through, so she posted up on Adelaide’s right, gripped the top rope in one hand and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP the exposed grappler’s midsection with no less than half a dozen quick kicks! This was followed by a break in the pattern (it certainly wasn’t a respite) as the former World Champion ran to the opposite corner and hopped onto the middle turnbuckle just so she could push off without having to spin around on foot like the rest of the mere mortals. Making haste down her own back-trail, Burlingame took to the skies from several paces out, thus ensuring she’d have enough time to draw both knees up to her chest before pistoning her boots into the zealot’s upturned features!
TREE OF WOE KICKS & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=raEQRF5U0vE
Adelaide jolted like she’d been doused with Holy Water, the force of the Dropkick enough to dislodge her legs and drop the brunette in a facedown sprawl in the shadow of the corner. More than a little concerned about the champ’s dental work, Nick strode over to check the damage but his window of opportunity slammed shut when Burlingame hauled her up with a handful of Waistband. “C’mon Sue, I need to see if you busted her open!” he told the surging challenger.
The Ace merely slapped on a Waistlock and said, “Then check my boots, Castle. I’m not done with her pretty little mouth just yet!” With that Sue set her feet, dropped her hips and peeled off a bridge that THAWHAMMED Adelaide onto the back of her head and shoulders in the span between heartbeats. Holding the bridge would’ve been a simple thing, but Burlingame wasn’t about to waste energy on a pin of the wanna-be succubus wasn’t bleeding yet, thus she let Brewster tumble through the landing to end up slumped on one knee, the usually sturdy Daughter of Darkness listing back ‘n forth as she tried to collect her senses.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjiPfrTtirw
Elsewhere Susan rolled from her back to one knee, then sprang to verticality and sprinted at the kneeling zealot. Ground-bound until she was practically on top of her foe, Burlingame hopped onto Brewster’s posted thigh and swung her other leg around the champ’s head to come down flat on her back with Adelaide’s head and right arm caught between her stems in a perfect Triangle Choke! “SHE’S BLEEDING, CASTLE!” Sue called after she’d hooked her left knee over her right shin and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed. “Bytch, you get blood on my trunks and we’re going to have a problem, understand?”
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Adelaide heard the challenger’s threat and disregarded it immediately, she was much more concerned with the gammy vise slowly but surely strangling her with her own traitorous bicep. Set on her knees, the zealot tried to surge through the Triangle with no success, though she did manage a rough grip on the other brunette’s left breast. Sue hissed in discomfort, then repaid the indignity by seizing Adelaide’s fingers and prizing them apart like a miniature wishbone! Noting the rill of blood on her foe’s bottom lip, Burlingame thrust her hips up and demanded, “Give it up, Brewster. You’re not going anywhERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
Forced to make the most of a bad situation, Adelaide balled her left hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into the heiress’s left flank. Sue’s position meant she couldn’t *quite* hook the liver, but there was more than enough behind the blows to earn a vengeful constriction from the Bankable Bombshell. Brewster endured with little more than a groan, her counter shelling ground to a halt while she leaned hard on that hand. When the worst had passed she inched forward to push Burlingame a little more upright. Susan sensed the pin coming and raised a shoulder in anticipation only to cry out in surprised anguish when Adelaide pounded a single hard shot into her liver!
“Ruuuhhh… release me, heathen.” the Queen of Nightmares grunted. “Or I’ll tear your guts out in handfulSSEERRRRRHHHH FAAAAAHK!”
If the champion thought she’d cornered the market on brutal responses she was disabused of that notion the instant Susan sat up and drove an elbow into the bridge of her nose. “Have you seen how pink your face is right now, bytch?” Burlingame asked. “You’re in no position to threaten me!” The Ace happily reminded Adelaide of the precarious nature of her position by sloooooooooowly raking her nails across Brewster’s face no less than half a dozen times before she took her bottom lip between thumb and forefinger and began to twist it like an exceptionally stubborn radio dial. “See that, Castle?” Burlingame asked in reference to the red leaking onto her fingers. “I’ve bloodied the sparkly little princess. So get your ass over here and ask if she’s ready to give GUUURRRRHHK!”
Facial scars be damned, Adelaide surged against the Courtier’s trap one more time and damned if she wasn’t able to clamp down on Sue’s throat! “Don’t bother, arbiter.” Brewster growled without taking her eyes off the startled heiress. “I’m not done playing with my food quite yet.” With that she powered to one knee and thus stacked Burlingame on her shoulders, but rather than demand a count the Weeping Angel snatched a healthy handful of Susan’s waistband and used those hooks to haul the former World Champion from the canvas to the clouds in a gorgeous Powerbomb stall. Entranced by the look of helpless fury on her prey’s face, Adelaide murmured, “That’s what happens when you choose the wrong side, rich giRRRRRRGH!”
Sue let go of Adelaide’s wrist and jabbed a thumb into her eye! Brewster abandoned both grips and reached for the Waistlock that’d complete the Powerbomb but Burlingame snapped backward as hard as she could to flip the Churchgoer off her feet with an improvised Frankensteiner that planted Adelaide high and tight! Catching hold of Brewster’s legs when they popped into the air, Sue hooked ‘em under her arms and leaned forward until her forehead was almost touching the mat. Knees splayed wide to give the champ a huge faceful of crotch, Burlingame demanded, “COUNT HER DOWN!” then pumped her hips in time to Castle’s…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
“OOOWWW YOU F*CKING SLUT!” Sue scrambled away from the mount with both hands wedged between her thighs and half a second between her and a third World Championship reign.
Smiling in spite of the galling flush left in the other brunette’s wake, Adelaide clambered to verticality and made a show of spitting on the canvas near the toe of one boot. “Slut?” she sneered. “I’m not the one peddling rancid candy all over the neighborhood on Halloween Nig--” Sue charged with something wicked on her mind, alas the Daughter of Darkness was right there to meet her with a deft little pirouette that ended with a swift Backfist THWHACKING against her right cheek!
BACK(FROM THE DEAD)FIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Burlingame’s knees buckled and she started to crumble only for the champ to stall her descent with a quick Front Facelock. In the same breath she kicked her left leg out and slashed it backward, sweeping Susan’s left leg to plant the Courtier flat on her back with a resounding THWHUMP!
FRONT FACELOCK STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucYijJ7nybE
Bounced onto her belly in the aftermath of that clever bit of cruelty, the Rainmaker swaddled her head in her arms and was dangerously oblivious to her surroundings as Brewster circled around to her feet. Awareness returned almost the moment Adelaide laid claim to both ankles however she was far too slow to stop the World Champion from securing her stems in a snug Deathlock around her own posted left leg. Crouched just enough to make sure Burlingame couldn’t squirm her way out of the trap, Adelaide reached down and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked her opponent’s back once, twice, thrice.
“Mmmmmmhhh, I always suspected you’d make a lovely scratching post. Nice to know I was right.” She palmed a handful of glute and squeezed until Sue reached back to swat and worry at her wrist.
“Hands off my ass, bytch.” the Ace grunted. “Unless you’re ready for a close up sooner than latNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide brought her right leg up and around and planted it on the base of Sue’s neck so that she was effectively standing on the back of the challenger’s head. “Don’t even think about threatening me when your lips are so close to the canvas, heathen. If anything you should be offering up a prayer to keep me from crushing your skull like a rotten jack-o-lantern.”
Sue pushed up on her elbows, managed to drag herself a few inches and got her face grrrrround against the canvas for her troubles. Thoroughly savoring her control over the usually dominant heiress, Brewster snatched a handful of hair and pulled up to better show her new plaything to the camera. “Beg for mercy, heathen. Give your scrawny neck to the fangs of Eternal Midnight and perhaps, if you plead loudly enough, I’ll leave just enough to let you crawl back to Emily and the rest of her mindless sycophantSSSSOOOOW THAT’S IT!”
Susan caught hold of Brewster’s hand and drew it to her mouth for a savage bite! At first it only cost her a few strands of hair but in the end it proved much higher because Adelaide grabbed her wrists and yanked them up n’ back in an agonizing Surfboard. “I believe your mewling patron favors this hold, doesn’t she?” Adelaide taunted. “No wait, this is what she likes!” The Queen of Nightmares pulled back that much harder then released the Wristlocks and stamped down to THWHOMP Susan down flat on her face and chest with a vicious Surfboard Curbstomp!
Apparently not satisfied with the torment inflicted thus far, Brewster returned to her original position for a moment only to drop into a heavy sprawl across the Courtier’s exposed back. Adelaide snaked her right arm around Burlingame’s throat the instant she landed and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back, the zealot pouring all her power into breaking Sue’s spirit with the modified STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNwvIO0Xu2E
“GIVE UP!” she demanded of the struggling heiress. “GIVE UP OR I’LL BLEED YOU DRY!”
The Chinlock kept Burlingame from shaking her head ‘no’ so she waggled a finger for Nick and grumbled, “Bite me, you no-class piece of shyAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Adelaide broke her S-clasp, meaning the champion’s left hand was free to inflict all sorts of misery, including the fishook she sank deep into the left side of Burlingame’s mouth! “Quit!” Brewster demanded after working the barb up n’ down for a few seconds. “How many tawdry calendars can you hope to sell with a lopsided smile?” Sue didn’t respond, she only braced all her weight on her left forearm and draaaaaaagged the pair a few inches closer to the ropes. You’d have thought she’d burned Miranda’s pulpit judging by Adelaide’s furious reaction. Extracting the fishhook with a savage tug, she crooked her fingers into hooks and raked the Courtier’s face half a dozen times before clamping down on Susan’s bloodied bottom lip like she meant to twist it off! “I SAID QUIT!” the Weeping Angel bellowed at her shrieking prey.
Cringing even more than the rest of the Basement Dwellers (he was after all, that much closer to the action) Nick Castle leaned over his tangled charges and couched Brewster’s demand in much more diplomatic terms. “What do you say, Sue? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Burlingame gurgled something that sounded like ‘no’, then shooed Nick to one side so she could continue her journey to the strands. Equally infuriated by these repeated denials and the foolish escape attempts, Brewster released Sue’s mangled lip only to press her nails to opposing forehead and gouge all the way back to the heiress’s hairline. “I am not above mangling your face, heathen.” Adelaide cooed in the other brunette’s ear. “Not some pitiful catfight scratches that can be hidden with concealer or a fresh hair-cut, I’m talking about the sort of bone deep permanent scars that will remind you of this utter failure every time you muster the strength to look in the mirror.” She filled that hand with Burlingame’s dark hair and pulled until she felt Sue’s tears wetting her arm. With the Rainmaker’s progress ground to a complete halt, Adelaide leaned in close and made a show of licking Susan’s face from cheek to temple. “So quit, heathen. Quit while you can still call yourself the prettiest loser in all of FAEEERRRRGHHH!”
Sue gave Adelaide a taste of her own follicular medicine with a hair pull that wrenched Brewster’s noggin to one side. “You want me to quit, sparkles?” Burlingame managed a smile in spite of the horrendous abuse endured over the last few minutes. “Then maybe you should leave the trash-talk to me and focus on improving this piece of shyt STFFFAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide locked her hands once more and yoked back on the hold until Susan was practically looking into the overhead lights. “YIELD YOU SMUG C*NT!”
But Susan did not yield. Instead she planted her hands and rose up as far as the hold would allow. Accompanied by a quickly strengthening ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant, the Bankable Bombshell clawed / dragged her way across the mat until she finally, mercifully draped an arm over the bottom rope. “Break it.” she huffed through a bleeding smile. “Go offer that weak shyt somewhere else, bytNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide finally abandoned the Chinlock, not that it did Sue much good when the vindictive World Champion immediately doubled down on the hair-hold and THWONKED the other wrestler’s forehead into the mat once, twice, thrice!
“All right Adelaide, that’s enough!” Nick barked. “She made it to the ropes, now let her go! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Brewster released with a disgusted flourish and pushed up on one knee while Burlingame dragged her breeding frame under the bottom rope for a much needed breather on the apron. “Don’t stop there, heathen.” Adelaide taunted from as close as Castle would allow. “Take whatever you have left and hobble up the aisle so you can tell West and the rest of her craven followers that their beloved Ace wasn’t enough to stop--”
Sue dragged herself to verticality, draped an arm over the top rope and flipped Brewster the bird, much to the delight of those assembled. “Huuuuhhh… haven’t you figured it out, asshole?” Sue chuckled. “I’m not the Ace of the Black Court… I’m FAWN’s--”
She would’ve said ‘Ace’ if Adelaide hadn’t rushed the ropes with her right shoulder already lowered and aimed directly at Burlingame’s THWHACK! The former World Champion flitted to the side, leaving Brewster half in the ring, a perfect target for the kick she laid just above the Churchgoer’s right eye. Adelaide staggered back with one hand pressed to her stinging face, alas the retreat wasn’t fast enough to keep Sue from reaching over the strands to catch a handful of hair. “Where do you think you’re going, champ? You’re my ride!” Drawing the zealot into a Front Facelock even as she climbed onto the second rope, Burlingame paused long enough to catch her balance, then launched herself into a near headstand that swung her into the squared circle right before she laid out on her back to PLANT the crown of Adelaide’s skull in the mat courtesy of the Trust FunDDT!
TRUST FUND DDT @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
The Weeping Angel bounced to a seat and though she only remained upright for a span of heartbeats it was more than enough for the crowd to ‘oooooohhhh’ their concern for the blood spilling down the right side of her face. Then Sue grabbed a shoulder, forced her down flat and angled around to hook both legs for a Back Press that had the whole audience counting along with Castle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide bucked free of the cover, sat up and started to tend to her bleeding brow only to end up back at square one when the Rainmaker forced her to the canvas. No pin attempt this, however. No, Susan clambered into a full mount, snatched a huge handful of hair and proceeded to pak-pak-pak-PAK the heel of her right palm into Brewster’s injured pate over and over and over again. “Ask her.” Sue told Nick after almost ten seconds of the merciless shelling. There was no swagger or teasing in her tone now, just the ruthless efficiency of a world class striker in search of a stoppage.
“What do you say, Adelaide? Can you continue?”
Brewster didn’t answer at first, she was too busy prizing Burlingame’s hand from her hair so she could in turn set up something like a defensible guard. “Don’t you dare call for the bell, Castle!” she groaned from behind her forearms. “Not until this heathen is screaming for mercNO FAAAAAAHK!”
Susan clamped down on the other brunette’s wrists but rather than rip the guard apart she leaned down on it to keep Brewster’s arms out of the action while she wrenched her stems well beyond forty-five degrees with a Double Leg Grapevine. Only then did she shift her grip to Adelaide’s elbows, all the better to force her arms to the mat. “I think if anyone‘s going to be screaming for mercy,” Sue slid her hands up to the prone wrestler’s wrists and forced Adelaide’s hands together over her head, thus making it that much easier for her to control them with one hand, “it’s you. That sound about right, Adelaide?”
“You think having my blood on your hands is some sort of talisman, heathen?” the Daughter of Darkness growled. “I assure you it is not. You’ve done nothing but ensure your own end is all the more horrMMMMMRRRPPPPHHHH BYTCH!”
Sue swiped her free hand through the blood on Brewster’s brow and right cheek and proceeded to smear it all over the wounded champion’s face. Adding insult to injury, the Bankable Bombshell trapped Adelaide’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger and pinched, forcing those haughty features together in a humiliating fish face. “Not buying it, bytch. I’ve seen how this night ends and it’s with yours truly hoisting that belt as a THREE TIME FAWN World ChamOOOOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Adelaide twisted free of the other brunette’s embarrassing grasp and made her pay for the belittling treatment by sinking her teeth into the soft flesh between Burlingame’s thumb and index finger. Susan vacated her perch immediately after a palm strike between the eyes loosed Brewster’s jaws to a sufficient degree. As for the Queen of Nightmares, she rolled to all fours, clawed her way to the ropes and used them to haul her way back to verticality. Seeing this, Burlingame shook out the sting in her hand and made a beeline for Adelaide only to curse quite loudly when Nick stepped in her path.
“Back off, Sue!” he ordered. “I need to check that cut on her forehead!”
“Bytch is up, isn’t she?” the heiress replied. “Get out of the way and let us finish this!”
“If she can’t see it’s already finished. Now back off!”
Castle turned away from her without waiting for confirmation, the senior official fishing a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. “Turn your head to the side, Adelaide. Show me the cut.”
Brewster bared her teeth, put a hand on Nick’s chest and pushed him away. “I’m fine!” she growled. “Get out of my way!”
The ref conceded that she sounded fine, but the zealot most certainly did not LOOK fine, as the right side of her face below her right eyebrow was a textbook example of the old ‘crimson mask’. Extending an arm in each direction to keep champ and challenger away from one another, Nick addressed Brewster one more time. “Can you see out of that eye, Adelaide? Can you continue?”
Brewster scrubbed a palm over the eye in question and snarled. “Yes. Now get out of my--”
Susan swooped around the ref and Adelaide surged to meet her, the bloodied brunette’s lips already pursed to unleash the crimson cloud that ‘Pfffwoooooossshed’ at Burlingame’s--
‘OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’ the Basement Dwellers cried out in sympathy for poor Nick Castle, who bore the brunt of the Red Mist when Susan dipped beneath it.
Unaware of the zebra’s troubles, Burlingame sprang up, twisted around the THWHONKED the point of her right knee into Adelaide’s lacerated brow! The Daughter of Darkness crumpled like she’d been exposed to the pure light of morning and she barely twitched when Susan hooked the far leg for…..
JUMPING BACK KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAyUmX0hAfs
The crowd counted ONE! TWO! THREE!, then FOUR! and FIVE! but they had no power over the Timekeeper meaning Sue was still a challenger when she abandoned the cover.
“What the f*ck Castle, where are--f*cking shyt.” Seeing the official scrubbing at his face, Burlingame hurried to the ropes nearest the Timekeeper and said, “Throw me some water, now!” A FAWN tech obliged the Rainmaker in short order and once obtained she turned around to “GUUUURRRHHHK!”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Sue slapped and clawed at the forearm of one Helena Graylock, who’d slid in under the bottom rope almost the instant her back was turned. Bearing down on Burlingame’s throat, the Gray Lady murmured, “A strong fight, little one. But even you are destined to succumb to the void of Eternal Midnight.”
The redheaded powerhouse caught hold of her target’s waistband, then dipped her knees and hauled Sue high into the air for a ring-rattling Choke-- THWHUMP! Another roar from those assembled, this one of happy surprise because Becky Clayton flew into the squared circle on the run to cut Graylock down with a huge Spear before she could complete the Choke Slam.
BECKY CLAYTON:
Freed from Helena’s grip, Susan crumpled to one knee and kept a safe distance while the pair of Destroyers barreled their way to the outside in a veritable storm of fists, elbows and knees. “Thanks, Bex.” Burlingame croaked. “I owe you--”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
A roar of warning from the Basement Dwellers spun the Ace around just as Penny Tremblay leapt from the apron to the top rope for a Springboard NO!
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore swooped in with equal swiftness, the reigning Queen of the Madhouse vaulting over the guardrail in time to catch Miranda’s acolyte by the ankles and YANK her down to the floor! Infuriated by the denial, Tremblay threw herself at the Raven without hesitation and Lemarchand welcomed her with wicked talons, the two lithesome brunettes tearing and clawing in the narrow space between squared circle and guardrail.
Flanked by skirmishes to the north and south, Burlingame paused long enough to confirm her reinforcements were holding their own. Once satisfied, she rounded on Brewster, who’d just managed to roll onto her stom--THAWHUMP!
TIFFANY MAYES:
RIGHTEOUS STAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGnXl8hsOm0
Tiffany Mayes came divebombing off the top rope, her knees raised to hip-level to land shins-first atop Sue’s shoulders and thus plant her on the mat with a gorgeous diving Meteora! “EAT THAT, YOU HEATHEN BEEYOTCH!” the Inquisitor bellowed as soon as she pounced up off Susan’s starfished form. “I’LL TEACH YOU TO SCREW WITH MY SISNNNGGHH!”
EMILY WEST:
Emily West clipped Tiffany’s left knee with a nasty Chopblock, then filled her hands with the Churchgoer’s hair and reeled her up into a Front Facelock. No pithy observations from the Black Queen, she only tossed Tiff’s near arm across her shoulders, grabbed a handful of trunks and muscled her directly overhead. No delay on the drop either, West kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Mayes down on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1Gc6f2CFPQ
Spinning to one knee once she’d removed the pawn from the board, Emily turned her attention to the actual participants, who were slowly stir--THWHACK!
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7EeSxBkxE8
Miranda Wainright charged in from behind, hopped up and drilled her right knee into the back of West’s skull with a merciless Enzu Shining Wizard. The Amazing Academic went down in a heap and Miranda was right there to loom over her, the Messiah of Misery purring, “You started this war, sister. No you and your heathens must reap the whirl--”
Sue grabbed a shoulder, spun Wainright around and welcomed her in with a lightning fast Three Quarters Facelock perfect for THAWHAMMING the startled blonde down flat on her face! Now the Ace Crusher was nasty enough in and of itself, unfortunately for Wainright her attacker was in an especially unpleasant mood and she took it out on the Truest Believer by somersaulting onto her back for an effortless transition into the Root of All Evil!
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Boots planted flat, Burlingame leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, just wrenching and twisting at Miranda’s head and shoulders. “Meddling bytch.” the Rainmaker growled over Wainright’s agonized protestations. “This is what happens when you don’t stay in the back like a good little zeal--” THWHACK! The Weeping Angel stormed back into the fray in the most emphatic way possible, delivering a pinpoint Low Super Kick to the side of her challenger’s face!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIZyodvrVqk
Burlingame slopped off Miranda, her hooks entirely forgotten in the dense fog now residing between her ears. As for Adelaide, she jostled Wainright’s shoulder and said, “Make your way out of the ring, sister. This task is mine.” Miranda complied after a low groan and a murmur of understanding, leaving the champion alone with her challenger and the still blind official. (West and Mayes had vacated the premises of their own volition several seconds prior) “Clear your head, arbiter!” Brewster barked at Nick as she filled her hands with Susan’s battle-damp hair. “I will soon have need of your admittedly limited skill set!”
Castle grunted, scrubbed at his eyes with one hand and waved ‘just a minute’ to his charge with the other.
Placated (at least temporarily) the Queen of Nightmares hauled Susan to her feet and promptly THUMPED a Kneelift between her thighs. Sue sobbed, tried to clench, got her right hand captured as a result. Twisting around behind the Ace, Brewster secured the Cut-Throat then hunkered down and threaded her free arm between Burlingame’s legs and lifted her up across her shoulders. The Churchgoers and the Courtiers were all quite preoccupied, meaning it was left to the FAWNatics to urge Susan free of the devilish trap. In their defense they did everything they could, but the Rainmaker was spent and she didn’t do much of anything until Adelaide kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK the defenseless grappler down on the back of her head and shoulders. Bodying Burlingame onto her back while the canvas was still shivering, Adelaide draped herself across the other brunette and bundled both legs with everything she had left. A second or two later a bleary-eyed Nick Castle lurched over to count…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Outside the skirmishers looked up, then broke apart, Helena, Penny, Tiffany and Miranda all joining their sister in the squared circle when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Helped up by Helena and Tiffany, Adelaide looked down at Sue and hissed, “Get this piece of shyt out of my ring.”
Penny was only to happy to oblige, collecting Sue as trunks and tresses, then dragging her over in front of the Black Court. “I believe this is yours.” she murmured. Clayton and Lemarchand tensed for another attack, but Tremblay only dropped Sue at the edge and rejoined her sisters around the victorious champion.
“Do you see now, Emily?” Miranda asked with a mic she’d procured moments prior. “For all your cunning, for all your planning, you cannot hope to stand against the Church of Eternal Midnight. Ace, Raven, Soldier or Queen, NONE of you are worthy of the Weeping Angel and future efforts to unseat her will be met with increasingly stern rebukes. So save yourselves further humiliation and simply stand aside while we carry out our work.”
As of yet mic-less, West went to seek one out only to decide it unnecessary once Sue (leaning heavily on Becky) extended a middle finger to Miranda and her choir. “Have you noted the blood running down your sister’s face, Miranda?” Emily asked. “Far as I’m concerned Susan’s more than worthy of sharing that ring with Adelaide, especially considering it was nothing more than a numbers advantage that let her escape with the World Title still around her waist.”
“We’ll never stand aside for you, Wainright.” Burlingame growled. “You want us out of the way? You’ll have to run us down.”
Adelaide took a threatening step forward. “That can be arranged, heathen.”
Miranda laid a hand on her shoulder, drawing the brunette back. “Very well, Emily. You refuse to see reason, so everything from here on is on your head. Remember that when your precious Court is in ruins and you’re on your knees begging for mercy.”
Emily raised her mic but then the lights went out and when they returned the churchgoers were gone, leaving a bruised but unbowed Black Court to plan their next move.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight’s attempt to join the Three Time World Champ club she wore one of Lenore’s purple ‘Darkness There & Nothing More’ tanks, either as a show of solidarity with her fellow Courtier or possibly a not so pleasant reminder of who now resided in the champ’s old haunts. Eager to get to the action, Susan grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to offer the crowd a smirk when they broke into loud applause. Peeling it off only increased the noise, so she slung it over one shoulder and headed down the aisle. Beneath it she wore a season appropriate black two-piece with bright orange trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other. As of yet un-introduced, the Rainmaker strolled to the center of the ring, raised a fist high overhead, then backed into the far corner to await a certain bloodsucking freak.
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded along with Burlingame’s music, but those awaiting some words from Miranda Wainright were surprised by the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ instead. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda waiting in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Flanked by the Prophet of Pain, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster paid them absolutely no mind, focusing instead on a bit of murmured conversation. When it was over Adelaide started down the ramp with Miranda following perhaps half a dozen steps behind. For her first headlining appearance at AHE the Daughter of Darkness wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once taking her eyes off the first of Emily West‘s bleating sheep, Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Baring her teeth for the Ace, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Serene in the center of this pocket storm, she handed the strap to Nick Castle and backed into her corner when the Announcer finally entered the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! This match will be fought under ‘Blood Feast’ rules, meaning a competitor may not seek a pin-fall, submission or knock-out without first bloodying her opponent. Once that is accomplished they may seek victory as normal. Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, this is…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Susan came out of her corner to thunderous applause and would’ve gone nose to nose with the champion if Nick hadn’t stepped between them. “Keep it in check a little while longer, You can swing just as hard as you want once I’ve rang the bell.” Susan didn’t look pleased, but she nodded and headed back to the buckles so the official could check out her pads and boots.
Meanwhile, the Announcer waited long enough to confirm Miranda wasn’t going to interrupt his routine. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Brewster strode forth just as Burlingame had, the brunette showing red-stained teeth and fingers curled into wicked claws. She beckoned Susan to her then and there, but Castle held firm and the Champion stalked back to the buckles with her thirst for violence still not slaked.
The Basement Dwellers, who’d remained respectfully quiet during the in-ring introductions, let loose like a seminar of banshees when the bell sounded and champion and challenger made for the center of the ring. Hands already raised in curved claws, Brewster ran the tip of her tongue across her canines and exploded at the Rainmak--
THWHAP!
Susan cut her off with a short, nasty kick to the Churchgoer’s right thigh, immediately followed with another when Adelaide stumbled in surprise. A third was in the offering but Brewster raised her leg to absorb the blow with her shin. More than willing to exchange shots with the notoriously stiff striker, the Queen of Nightmares planted her right foot and replied with a pair of Leg Kicks that spanked off the other brunette’s bronzed left thigh. Sue absorbed them with little more than a grimace, though she did offer up an ‘oooofffhh!’ when Adelaide THWHUMPED her tits with a heavy Forearm Smash.
Knocked out of shelling range by the blow, Burlingame readied a jab only to hiss in surprise when the Weeping Angel raked her cheek with a quick slash. “Nowhere to hide from me, Susie.” Adelaide cooed in response to her foe’s wide-eyed stare. “That shiny plastic swagger of yours doesn’t mean shyt in my rinNNGGGHH!” Sue came off her back foot with a Bicycle Kick that caught Brewster in the left shoulder hard enough to send her tumbling to the deck.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rm-MBEYDT0w
The champion bounced up almost at once, but Sue was already on her, snatching a rough double handful of hair to keep Brewster doubled over for a trio of Kneelifts that pounded against her forehead. Adelaide swatted the next one aside, balled her left hand into a fist and tested Burlingame’s tummy with a flurry of shots that might’ve freed her from the hair-hold with just a little more time and accuracy. As it was the heiress endured long enough to deliver another Kneelift, this one between the eyes, then transition over to a quick Double Underhook. Backing up a few steps to make sure they weren’t anywhere near the ropes, Susan dropped her hips and popped off a bridge that THWHUMPED Brewster down flat on her back. Balanced on tiptoe for half a heartbeat or less, Burlingame somersaulted over the zealot without breaking her S-Grip, meaning that Adelaide was hauled up and trapped in a Butterfly Lock the instant Susan landed in her lap. Weight on her right knee so she could plant her left foot, Susan leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an attempt to touch Brewster’s forehead to the rough canvas.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX & BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=og-AZNcOyLs
“RRRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Adelaide growled as she tried to prize her arms free of the Courtier’s grip. “You know you can’t win like this!”
Sue flipped hair out of her eyes and smirked while jostling the hold back n’ forth. “Correction. I can’t win like this YET. But I’ve got plenty of time to make you bleed. Right now I just want to hear you scream!” She rose up and dropped down half a dozen times, Burlingame just driving her glutes into the champion’s lap and tummy.
Hurt and embarrassed by the heathen’s early domination, Adelaide managed to drag her nails across Burlingame’s lower back a few times, but it only got another hard shake from the Bankable Bombshell. Denied an easy escape route, she turned her attention to Susan’s posted left leg and DUG her nails into the underside of the brunette’s thigh.
Snarling in spite of her control, Burlingame muttered, “Shytty way to try and draw blood, buttercup. If you wanted to slap and tickle you could’ve just said so.”
“I’m not here to slap OR tickle, bytch.” Adelaide growled. “I’m here to break the hearts, minds and bodies of every single woman in the Black CouUUUURRRGGHHH!”
Susan shifted off her right knee, stretched that leg out and locked her ankles to add a gut-churning Scissors to the already painful Butterfly Lock. “You’re not going to break anything tonight, Brewster.” Burlingame promised. “Unless it’s the record for fastest loss by referee’s stoppage in a World Title matcheeerrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh bytch, you better f*cking stop right now.”
Adelaide, who’d managed to twist her head just enough to chomp down on the heiress’s taut flank, did nothing of the sort. Instead she took a moment to kiss the exposed skin and purr, “Threaten all you want, little girl. Your blood will stain this canvas soon enough and when it does I’ll make you grovel like a penitent at the altar of Eternal MidnightTTTNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan sent another pulse through her stems, making Brewster groan. “Internal bleeding is still bleeding honey. And don’t think for a second I’m going to ease off when you start coughing up bloOOOOOWWWWW F*CKING NASTY BYTCH!”
Adelaide doubled down on her gnawing, she also got her hands around behind the other brunette’s back and YANKED up on those seasonal black briefs! Scissors weakened by the sadistic sawing wedgie, Sue relinquished them after a final squeeze, then climbed out of Brewster’s lap and got to her feet with that tenacious Double Underhook still intact. “You want to tug trunks with me, Addy?” the challenger hissed. “Hope you’re ready to pay a high pricWHOOOOONNNNNGGGHHH!”
Brewster set her feet and plowed forward as fast as she could, the incapacitated champion in search of ropes or a corner, whichever came first. Turned out to be the latter, as she discovered when the heiress BWUUUUNGED into the thinly-padded steel. That collision finally undid Burlingame’s clasped hands, but rather than straighten up Brewster cinched her arms around the Courtier’s waist and drove her against the corner half a dozen times in rapid succession. Only when Burlingame’s butt sagged against the middle buckle did she back out into the middle of the squared circle with her arms still tight around the challenger’s waist. Head wedged under Susan’s left arm, Adelaide peeled off a quick bridge to THWHUMP the other brunette flat on her back. T’was a perfect Northern Lights Suplex, yet Brewster’s earlier chewing hadn’t drawn blood, so the Queen of Nightmares somersaulted over the vulnerable heathen and scrambled to her feet without even considering a cover. Not that this was in any way beneficial to the heiress, in fact it was quite the opposite. Because Adelaide immediately sprang up, the sturdy battler drawing her knees to waist-level just to STOMP down on her rival’s chest.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgU7W9D_dtg
Sue shuddered, then moaned in disgust when Brewster dropped to her knees and planted the center of her trunks directly atop Burlingame’s upturned mug. Again, no blood meant no count, so Adelaide just treated herself to a double handful of hair and pumped her hips against Susan’s face once, twice, thrice. “How’s THAT for the best seat in the house?” the Daughter of Darkness sneered once she’d gotten to her feet and scraped the huffing Courtier up alongside.
“Luuuhhh… smells like candy corn and the worst walk of shame evNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide scored the challenger’s eyes with a slow motion rake, clamped down on the nearest wrist, then turned in a wide circle and sent Sue barreling toward the far corner with a stern Irish Whip. Ever aware of her position in the ring despite the blurred vision, Burlingame adjusted her pace and spun around on one heel to make sure she took the collision with buckles between her shoulders and not flush on the sternum. Alas this safeguard proved effectively worthless when the Queen of Nightmares came charging in with a Jumping Kneelift that THWHUMPED against the Ace’s cheek! Burlingame jolted hard, but hooked an arm over the top rope to keep from dropping to a seat. Again this determination proved problematic as it meant she was still a perfect target when Brewster raced into the opposite set of strands and came back with a thunderous Big Boot that THWHAPPED her target’s jaw!
JUMPING KNEE & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-M9SGoY3WM
The second half of that diabolical double feature left Adelaide lurking in the corner with her kickin’ leg draped over the top rope, whereas Susan stumbled away from the crash site with both hands dangling at her sides before crumpling to all fours a short distance away. Turning her attention to Castle without bothering to leave her perch, Brewster demanded, “Check the rich girl’s face, arbiter. I’m pretty sure I felt her nose give way beneath my heel.”
Nick was already on the case, kneeling beside the challenger in search of blood. He didn’t see any stippling the mat, though he wasn’t satisfied until Burlingame raised her head. “No blood.” he told Adelaide. Then to Sue, “You ok?”
The Ace nodded. “Going to take more than a couple of yellow belt kicks to bust me opNNNNGGGGHH!”
The Weeping Angel came off the second turnbuckle with a Double Axehandle that THWHUMPED into the small of Burlingame’s back! “Don’t waste your precious energy pleading with him.” Brewster’s tone was poisoned honey as she twined her fingers in the heiress’s hair. “If anything you should waste it pleading to me!” She hauled Susan to boot leather, doubled her over with a Kneelift to the gut and secured a Front Facelock without delay. This was followed by a similarly quick cradling of the challenger’s right leg, so the fans readied themselves for a Fisherman’s Suplex only to have Susan wrest free of the Facelock after a stiff-fingered thrust to the Churchgoer’s ribs! Her leg remained in Adelaide’s grip however, as the World Champ promptly reminded her with a rough pie-facing smeared across one cheek.
“Don’t fight the inevitable.” she told the hopping Courtier. “The sooner you offer your neck the sooner we can end this pathetic charNGH!”
Sue clasped her hands around the back of Brewster’s head, leapt off her planted foot and TWHOCKED that knee directly between the other brunette’s eyes! Adelaide’s head snapped back and she abandoned the Single Leg to tend to her face which meant she was rather distracted when Susan hauled off and CRAAACKED her mouth with a Bytch Slap worthy of Macy Renquist! This was followed by a Forearm Smash to the mouth, a Kneelift to the chest and a swift Leg Kick delivered to the back of the zealot’s left thigh! Brewster cried out but didn’t go down, the durable brunette hopping on her right foot to better tend to that stinging “UUUNGH!” Susan laid into that fresh welt with another snappy kick, the Bankable Bombshell apparently focused on chopping her righteous opposition down to size. Her efforts thus far were taking a toll, yet Adelaide was still on her feet (correction: foot) so Burlingame raced into the ropes on her opponent’s six and came rushing back to “OOOOFFFHH!”
Tender or not, the Weeping Angel’s own Kick Game was still nothing to trifle with, as Sue learned when Brewster caught her coming in with a straight Back Kick to the navel. “That’s right heathen, avert your unworthy gaze.” Adelaide snarled at her gagging opposition. “Just look at the canvas while you wait for the killing blow!” Burlingame was too busy steadying her roiling gut to reply, so the Queen of Nightmares flicked her right leg up high and brought it THWHUNKING down on the back of Susan’s skull! Brewster had wanted the other brunette down on the canvas but the Courtier’s stubborn durability meant she ended up rocked back on her heels instead. Noting this blessing in disguise with a wicked little smirk, Adelaide spun around in a circle and came out on the far side with a Roaring Elbow that THWHACKED Burlingame square in the mouth!
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJOv1fjJD1Y
Burlingame hit the deck in a flat sprawl with Adelaide taking a knee beside her to clamp down on the challenger’s left shoulder, thus trapping her in place so the Daughter of Darkness could grrrrrrrrrrind the bony ridge of her forearm back ‘n forth across Susan’s protesting face! “Bleed for me, rich girl!” Adelaide demanded of the squirming, thrashing Ace. “Offer your unworthy blood up to something greater than yourself for the first time in your disgusting OOOOOWWW F*CK!”
Less concerned about the stip than she was about getting Brewster’s goddamned forearm out of her mouth, Burlingame palmed a hand against the side of her attacker’s head and gouged a thumb into the Adelaide’s eye! The Weeping Angel reared back and scrambled to verticality, one hand knuckling at her eyes while the other swept back and forth to ward off any potential encroachment from the heiress. She needn’t have worried, Susan only made it as far as one knee before she was stopped by Nick Castle.
“Hold on a second, Sue.” Burlingame didn’t bother to protest, she’d tasted copper the second she sat up. The former World Champ showed Nick the cut on her bottom lip, then turned her head to the side and spat pink on the mat. Satisfied, the senior official stepped away and threw a signal to the Timekeeper, who relayed it to the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Adelaide Brewster has drawn blood. She may now attempt pin-falls and submissions.”
Hearing this, Brewster looked up and grinned. “Show me, heathen.” Susan got to her feet, pinched her bottom lip and started to pull it down only to flip Adelaide the bird instead. “You want to see it, bytch? You’re gonna have to get a lot closer than HEEERRRRRGGHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel did as bade, barreling into her challenger with something that was equal parts tackle and Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Sue answered with equal enthusiasm, but Brewster had momentum on her side, not to mention an utter lack of restraint now that she’d wounded her adversary. Stuffing one hand under Burlingame’s chin she repaid the eye gouge with another wicked rake and got really mean by seizing hold of her opponent’s bloodied bottom lip! “Is this close enough for you, heathen?” Adelaide cooed as she barreled Susan across the ring to a corner on the far side. Pressed in belly to belly after the turnbuckles brought a halt to Sue’s backward progress, Brewster continued to worry and tear at Burlingame’s features even as Sue tried to remove two great handfuls of the true believer’s dark hair.
“Guuuhhh… get the f*ck offa me you rabid byAAAAARRRRRHHHH!” Susan stamped a foot in agonized frustration when Adelaide buried her muzzle in the side of her neck and started to chew.
After a few deep pulls she raised her head to murmur in the heiress’s ear. “Ooooooh, you’re a strong vintage indeed. No wonder West has so much faith in you. It will be a sublime pleasure to leave your exsanguinated frame on the Court’s doorsteOOOOOHHHHH let me GO, heathen.”
Sue, who’d halved her hair hold in favor of a white-knuckle grip between the zealot’s thighs, only squeezed a little harder. “Tell you want, sweetie.” the challenger murmured in Brewster’s ear. “You get your fingers out of my face and I’ll get my talon out of your trunNGH!”
Adelaide slammed a Headbutt between Burlingame’s eyes, stunning her long enough to swat the encroaching claw aside. In the mood to keep their contest close and clinchy, Adelaide turned the other brunette in a half circle and stuffed her chest-first against the turnbuckle. From there she grabbed hold of Sue’s biceps and draped her arms over the top rope so she could reach under said rope and yaaaaaaaaaaank the Bankable Bombshell’s arms backward in an ingenious twist on the Surfboard! To make matters worse, Brewster stepped back as far as she could, raised her right foot and wedged it against the base of Sue’s neck for even more torque. “Submit.” Adelaide demanded in between trying to kick divots into her opponent’s skull. “Submit so all the world knows that the combined might of the Black Court is nothing against the Church of Eternal Midnight!”
Under more traditional circumstances Nick would’ve been all over the champion to break her rope-augmented hold, however the Blood Feast stipulation effectively made him little more than a witness with a direct line to the Timekeeper. Still, he wasn’t about to remain silent while Brewster tried to separate her opponent’s shoulders, so he got as close as he dared and asked, “What do you say, Susan? Can you go on?”
“A helluva lot farther than this bytch ever managed.” the Rainmaker growled in response. “Plastic teeth and a mean choir aren’t nearly enough to get it done against EEERRRRRHHH SHYT GODDAMMIT!”
Adelaide removed her foot from the nape of Sue’s neck so she could step in close and fold the other brunette’s hands up between her shoulders in an equally hellacious Double Hammerlock. With Burlingame effectively helpless, the Queen of Nightmares snuggled in close and purred, “I do so love you spirited trash talk, Susannah. The only thing I love more is your broken sobbing.” Teeth bared, she once again put her mouth to the side of the heiress’s neck and ‘drank’ deep. Burlingame endured as stoically as possible, though even she couldn’t suppress a moan when Adelaide cupped her chin in one hand and pulled back at a sharp angle.
“What do you say, Sue?” Castle asked in response to that little hitch in the challenger’s throat. “You still in this th--”
Brewster cursed and hopped backward, the Churchgoer favoring her left foot because Susan just slammed her heel down on it with great malice of forethought. Delighted to reclaim her own arms, the Ace drew the right free of the strands, then did the same for the le-- “UUNNNNGGGH!”
The Daughter of Darkness pointed her right shoulder at Burlingame, shuffle-stepped forward and THWHACKED a textbook Super Kick against the back of her skull! Sue’s noggin whipped forward and she went weak in the knees, the tawny brunette only upright because she was smeared against the turnbuckles. This changed almost immediately thereafter when Adelaide caught a handful of waistband and reeled her rival backward into a half Waistlock. Having her head braced beneath Burlingame’s left arm meant she could’ve gone for any number of Suplexes, instead Brewster muscled the Courtier onto her right shoulder and stomped into the corner, where she deposited her on the top turnbuckle in a woozy seat.
“Your escape efforts are truly pathetic.” Adelaide noted just before she raaaaaaaaked her claws down Susan’s back. “Barely more than the skittering of rats or the buzzing of flies. And if you insist on boring me with such paltry diversions I’ll have to make my own entertainment.”
Knowing she was in no position to mouth off didn’t stop Burlingame from doing exactly that. “Suuuhhhh… so is this the part where you turn up the Twilight soundtrack and sing into a hairbrusNNNNNGGGGGH!”
The Weeping Angel made her pay for that insolence by driving the edges of her hands in above the heathen’s hips in a perfectly administered (albeit oddly positioned) Mongolian Chop. Smile growing wider with each passing second, Brewster clamped down on Sue’s shoulders so she had a suitable handhold when she climbed into the high rent district and settled down just behind the vulnerable battler. Securing a Waistlock with all the charm of a python trapping a rabbit, Adelaide put her lips to Burlingame’s ear to explain, “No heathen, this is the part where I show these people your best days as a wrestler are long gone. But your best days as a food source have only just begun!” Hooks set deep, the domineering FAWN World Champion ground against her prey’s back for a moment, then pulled up and dropped backward in a one-hundred and eighty degree arc that tore Sue loose from her moorings and NOOOOO!
Burlingame over-rotated in midair so she came down on one knee instead of crashing and burning on the back of her head. As for Adelaide she was still in the corner, though the shift in alignment meant she was strapped to the Tree of Woe. Precarious as it was, the athletic brunette might’ve still been fine if Susan hadn’t charged the buckles and THWHUMPED her shoulder into Brewster’s navel! Adelaide ‘ooooooffffhed’ and started to slop onto the Rainmaker’s encroaching back only for Burlingame to straighten up so she was still hanging in the ToW.
“What’s this shyt?” Sue chided once she’d swept the hair out of her face. “Don’t tell me you’re hanging it up already?” Brewster put her hands on the mat and started to push up so the Ace scuffed a mean little kick off her cheek. “Did I say you could go anywhere, Bat Wench?”
“Kiss my ass.” Adelaide hissed in the midst of grabbing the middle rope to ‘crunch’ her way to her earlier seat. “Even the heathens know this ring is mine to commaEEERRRRHHH BYTCH!”
Susan palmed the champ’s face just as Brewster reached three o’clock and treated her nose to a vile twist, all the better to force the true believer all the way back to start. “Who gives a f*ck if you have a command of the ring?” the heiress scoffed. “What matters is commanding anyone else IN the ring. And unless you’re commanding me to kick that soft little gut of yours, you aren’t worth shyt.”
Brewster sneered at the slander (or was it a blasphemy?) and tried to swat at Sue’s legs only to eat a kick to the midsection for her troubles. One was a good start, but Burlingame had a lot of aggression to work through, so she posted up on Adelaide’s right, gripped the top rope in one hand and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP the exposed grappler’s midsection with no less than half a dozen quick kicks! This was followed by a break in the pattern (it certainly wasn’t a respite) as the former World Champion ran to the opposite corner and hopped onto the middle turnbuckle just so she could push off without having to spin around on foot like the rest of the mere mortals. Making haste down her own back-trail, Burlingame took to the skies from several paces out, thus ensuring she’d have enough time to draw both knees up to her chest before pistoning her boots into the zealot’s upturned features!
TREE OF WOE KICKS & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=raEQRF5U0vE
Adelaide jolted like she’d been doused with Holy Water, the force of the Dropkick enough to dislodge her legs and drop the brunette in a facedown sprawl in the shadow of the corner. More than a little concerned about the champ’s dental work, Nick strode over to check the damage but his window of opportunity slammed shut when Burlingame hauled her up with a handful of Waistband. “C’mon Sue, I need to see if you busted her open!” he told the surging challenger.
The Ace merely slapped on a Waistlock and said, “Then check my boots, Castle. I’m not done with her pretty little mouth just yet!” With that Sue set her feet, dropped her hips and peeled off a bridge that THAWHAMMED Adelaide onto the back of her head and shoulders in the span between heartbeats. Holding the bridge would’ve been a simple thing, but Burlingame wasn’t about to waste energy on a pin of the wanna-be succubus wasn’t bleeding yet, thus she let Brewster tumble through the landing to end up slumped on one knee, the usually sturdy Daughter of Darkness listing back ‘n forth as she tried to collect her senses.
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjiPfrTtirw
Elsewhere Susan rolled from her back to one knee, then sprang to verticality and sprinted at the kneeling zealot. Ground-bound until she was practically on top of her foe, Burlingame hopped onto Brewster’s posted thigh and swung her other leg around the champ’s head to come down flat on her back with Adelaide’s head and right arm caught between her stems in a perfect Triangle Choke! “SHE’S BLEEDING, CASTLE!” Sue called after she’d hooked her left knee over her right shin and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed. “Bytch, you get blood on my trunks and we’re going to have a problem, understand?”
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Adelaide heard the challenger’s threat and disregarded it immediately, she was much more concerned with the gammy vise slowly but surely strangling her with her own traitorous bicep. Set on her knees, the zealot tried to surge through the Triangle with no success, though she did manage a rough grip on the other brunette’s left breast. Sue hissed in discomfort, then repaid the indignity by seizing Adelaide’s fingers and prizing them apart like a miniature wishbone! Noting the rill of blood on her foe’s bottom lip, Burlingame thrust her hips up and demanded, “Give it up, Brewster. You’re not going anywhERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
Forced to make the most of a bad situation, Adelaide balled her left hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into the heiress’s left flank. Sue’s position meant she couldn’t *quite* hook the liver, but there was more than enough behind the blows to earn a vengeful constriction from the Bankable Bombshell. Brewster endured with little more than a groan, her counter shelling ground to a halt while she leaned hard on that hand. When the worst had passed she inched forward to push Burlingame a little more upright. Susan sensed the pin coming and raised a shoulder in anticipation only to cry out in surprised anguish when Adelaide pounded a single hard shot into her liver!
“Ruuuhhh… release me, heathen.” the Queen of Nightmares grunted. “Or I’ll tear your guts out in handfulSSEERRRRRHHHH FAAAAAHK!”
If the champion thought she’d cornered the market on brutal responses she was disabused of that notion the instant Susan sat up and drove an elbow into the bridge of her nose. “Have you seen how pink your face is right now, bytch?” Burlingame asked. “You’re in no position to threaten me!” The Ace happily reminded Adelaide of the precarious nature of her position by sloooooooooowly raking her nails across Brewster’s face no less than half a dozen times before she took her bottom lip between thumb and forefinger and began to twist it like an exceptionally stubborn radio dial. “See that, Castle?” Burlingame asked in reference to the red leaking onto her fingers. “I’ve bloodied the sparkly little princess. So get your ass over here and ask if she’s ready to give GUUURRRRHHK!”
Facial scars be damned, Adelaide surged against the Courtier’s trap one more time and damned if she wasn’t able to clamp down on Sue’s throat! “Don’t bother, arbiter.” Brewster growled without taking her eyes off the startled heiress. “I’m not done playing with my food quite yet.” With that she powered to one knee and thus stacked Burlingame on her shoulders, but rather than demand a count the Weeping Angel snatched a healthy handful of Susan’s waistband and used those hooks to haul the former World Champion from the canvas to the clouds in a gorgeous Powerbomb stall. Entranced by the look of helpless fury on her prey’s face, Adelaide murmured, “That’s what happens when you choose the wrong side, rich giRRRRRRGH!”
Sue let go of Adelaide’s wrist and jabbed a thumb into her eye! Brewster abandoned both grips and reached for the Waistlock that’d complete the Powerbomb but Burlingame snapped backward as hard as she could to flip the Churchgoer off her feet with an improvised Frankensteiner that planted Adelaide high and tight! Catching hold of Brewster’s legs when they popped into the air, Sue hooked ‘em under her arms and leaned forward until her forehead was almost touching the mat. Knees splayed wide to give the champ a huge faceful of crotch, Burlingame demanded, “COUNT HER DOWN!” then pumped her hips in time to Castle’s…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
“OOOWWW YOU F*CKING SLUT!” Sue scrambled away from the mount with both hands wedged between her thighs and half a second between her and a third World Championship reign.
Smiling in spite of the galling flush left in the other brunette’s wake, Adelaide clambered to verticality and made a show of spitting on the canvas near the toe of one boot. “Slut?” she sneered. “I’m not the one peddling rancid candy all over the neighborhood on Halloween Nig--” Sue charged with something wicked on her mind, alas the Daughter of Darkness was right there to meet her with a deft little pirouette that ended with a swift Backfist THWHACKING against her right cheek!
BACK(FROM THE DEAD)FIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Burlingame’s knees buckled and she started to crumble only for the champ to stall her descent with a quick Front Facelock. In the same breath she kicked her left leg out and slashed it backward, sweeping Susan’s left leg to plant the Courtier flat on her back with a resounding THWHUMP!
FRONT FACELOCK STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucYijJ7nybE
Bounced onto her belly in the aftermath of that clever bit of cruelty, the Rainmaker swaddled her head in her arms and was dangerously oblivious to her surroundings as Brewster circled around to her feet. Awareness returned almost the moment Adelaide laid claim to both ankles however she was far too slow to stop the World Champion from securing her stems in a snug Deathlock around her own posted left leg. Crouched just enough to make sure Burlingame couldn’t squirm her way out of the trap, Adelaide reached down and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked her opponent’s back once, twice, thrice.
“Mmmmmmhhh, I always suspected you’d make a lovely scratching post. Nice to know I was right.” She palmed a handful of glute and squeezed until Sue reached back to swat and worry at her wrist.
“Hands off my ass, bytch.” the Ace grunted. “Unless you’re ready for a close up sooner than latNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Adelaide brought her right leg up and around and planted it on the base of Sue’s neck so that she was effectively standing on the back of the challenger’s head. “Don’t even think about threatening me when your lips are so close to the canvas, heathen. If anything you should be offering up a prayer to keep me from crushing your skull like a rotten jack-o-lantern.”
Sue pushed up on her elbows, managed to drag herself a few inches and got her face grrrrround against the canvas for her troubles. Thoroughly savoring her control over the usually dominant heiress, Brewster snatched a handful of hair and pulled up to better show her new plaything to the camera. “Beg for mercy, heathen. Give your scrawny neck to the fangs of Eternal Midnight and perhaps, if you plead loudly enough, I’ll leave just enough to let you crawl back to Emily and the rest of her mindless sycophantSSSSOOOOW THAT’S IT!”
Susan caught hold of Brewster’s hand and drew it to her mouth for a savage bite! At first it only cost her a few strands of hair but in the end it proved much higher because Adelaide grabbed her wrists and yanked them up n’ back in an agonizing Surfboard. “I believe your mewling patron favors this hold, doesn’t she?” Adelaide taunted. “No wait, this is what she likes!” The Queen of Nightmares pulled back that much harder then released the Wristlocks and stamped down to THWHOMP Susan down flat on her face and chest with a vicious Surfboard Curbstomp!
Apparently not satisfied with the torment inflicted thus far, Brewster returned to her original position for a moment only to drop into a heavy sprawl across the Courtier’s exposed back. Adelaide snaked her right arm around Burlingame’s throat the instant she landed and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back, the zealot pouring all her power into breaking Sue’s spirit with the modified STF.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNwvIO0Xu2E
“GIVE UP!” she demanded of the struggling heiress. “GIVE UP OR I’LL BLEED YOU DRY!”
The Chinlock kept Burlingame from shaking her head ‘no’ so she waggled a finger for Nick and grumbled, “Bite me, you no-class piece of shyAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Adelaide broke her S-clasp, meaning the champion’s left hand was free to inflict all sorts of misery, including the fishook she sank deep into the left side of Burlingame’s mouth! “Quit!” Brewster demanded after working the barb up n’ down for a few seconds. “How many tawdry calendars can you hope to sell with a lopsided smile?” Sue didn’t respond, she only braced all her weight on her left forearm and draaaaaaagged the pair a few inches closer to the ropes. You’d have thought she’d burned Miranda’s pulpit judging by Adelaide’s furious reaction. Extracting the fishhook with a savage tug, she crooked her fingers into hooks and raked the Courtier’s face half a dozen times before clamping down on Susan’s bloodied bottom lip like she meant to twist it off! “I SAID QUIT!” the Weeping Angel bellowed at her shrieking prey.
Cringing even more than the rest of the Basement Dwellers (he was after all, that much closer to the action) Nick Castle leaned over his tangled charges and couched Brewster’s demand in much more diplomatic terms. “What do you say, Sue? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Burlingame gurgled something that sounded like ‘no’, then shooed Nick to one side so she could continue her journey to the strands. Equally infuriated by these repeated denials and the foolish escape attempts, Brewster released Sue’s mangled lip only to press her nails to opposing forehead and gouge all the way back to the heiress’s hairline. “I am not above mangling your face, heathen.” Adelaide cooed in the other brunette’s ear. “Not some pitiful catfight scratches that can be hidden with concealer or a fresh hair-cut, I’m talking about the sort of bone deep permanent scars that will remind you of this utter failure every time you muster the strength to look in the mirror.” She filled that hand with Burlingame’s dark hair and pulled until she felt Sue’s tears wetting her arm. With the Rainmaker’s progress ground to a complete halt, Adelaide leaned in close and made a show of licking Susan’s face from cheek to temple. “So quit, heathen. Quit while you can still call yourself the prettiest loser in all of FAEEERRRRGHHH!”
Sue gave Adelaide a taste of her own follicular medicine with a hair pull that wrenched Brewster’s noggin to one side. “You want me to quit, sparkles?” Burlingame managed a smile in spite of the horrendous abuse endured over the last few minutes. “Then maybe you should leave the trash-talk to me and focus on improving this piece of shyt STFFFAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide locked her hands once more and yoked back on the hold until Susan was practically looking into the overhead lights. “YIELD YOU SMUG C*NT!”
But Susan did not yield. Instead she planted her hands and rose up as far as the hold would allow. Accompanied by a quickly strengthening ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant, the Bankable Bombshell clawed / dragged her way across the mat until she finally, mercifully draped an arm over the bottom rope. “Break it.” she huffed through a bleeding smile. “Go offer that weak shyt somewhere else, bytNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide finally abandoned the Chinlock, not that it did Sue much good when the vindictive World Champion immediately doubled down on the hair-hold and THWONKED the other wrestler’s forehead into the mat once, twice, thrice!
“All right Adelaide, that’s enough!” Nick barked. “She made it to the ropes, now let her go! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Brewster released with a disgusted flourish and pushed up on one knee while Burlingame dragged her breeding frame under the bottom rope for a much needed breather on the apron. “Don’t stop there, heathen.” Adelaide taunted from as close as Castle would allow. “Take whatever you have left and hobble up the aisle so you can tell West and the rest of her craven followers that their beloved Ace wasn’t enough to stop--”
Sue dragged herself to verticality, draped an arm over the top rope and flipped Brewster the bird, much to the delight of those assembled. “Huuuuhhh… haven’t you figured it out, asshole?” Sue chuckled. “I’m not the Ace of the Black Court… I’m FAWN’s--”
She would’ve said ‘Ace’ if Adelaide hadn’t rushed the ropes with her right shoulder already lowered and aimed directly at Burlingame’s THWHACK! The former World Champion flitted to the side, leaving Brewster half in the ring, a perfect target for the kick she laid just above the Churchgoer’s right eye. Adelaide staggered back with one hand pressed to her stinging face, alas the retreat wasn’t fast enough to keep Sue from reaching over the strands to catch a handful of hair. “Where do you think you’re going, champ? You’re my ride!” Drawing the zealot into a Front Facelock even as she climbed onto the second rope, Burlingame paused long enough to catch her balance, then launched herself into a near headstand that swung her into the squared circle right before she laid out on her back to PLANT the crown of Adelaide’s skull in the mat courtesy of the Trust FunDDT!
TRUST FUND DDT @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
The Weeping Angel bounced to a seat and though she only remained upright for a span of heartbeats it was more than enough for the crowd to ‘oooooohhhh’ their concern for the blood spilling down the right side of her face. Then Sue grabbed a shoulder, forced her down flat and angled around to hook both legs for a Back Press that had the whole audience counting along with Castle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide bucked free of the cover, sat up and started to tend to her bleeding brow only to end up back at square one when the Rainmaker forced her to the canvas. No pin attempt this, however. No, Susan clambered into a full mount, snatched a huge handful of hair and proceeded to pak-pak-pak-PAK the heel of her right palm into Brewster’s injured pate over and over and over again. “Ask her.” Sue told Nick after almost ten seconds of the merciless shelling. There was no swagger or teasing in her tone now, just the ruthless efficiency of a world class striker in search of a stoppage.
“What do you say, Adelaide? Can you continue?”
Brewster didn’t answer at first, she was too busy prizing Burlingame’s hand from her hair so she could in turn set up something like a defensible guard. “Don’t you dare call for the bell, Castle!” she groaned from behind her forearms. “Not until this heathen is screaming for mercNO FAAAAAAHK!”
Susan clamped down on the other brunette’s wrists but rather than rip the guard apart she leaned down on it to keep Brewster’s arms out of the action while she wrenched her stems well beyond forty-five degrees with a Double Leg Grapevine. Only then did she shift her grip to Adelaide’s elbows, all the better to force her arms to the mat. “I think if anyone‘s going to be screaming for mercy,” Sue slid her hands up to the prone wrestler’s wrists and forced Adelaide’s hands together over her head, thus making it that much easier for her to control them with one hand, “it’s you. That sound about right, Adelaide?”
“You think having my blood on your hands is some sort of talisman, heathen?” the Daughter of Darkness growled. “I assure you it is not. You’ve done nothing but ensure your own end is all the more horrMMMMMRRRPPPPHHHH BYTCH!”
Sue swiped her free hand through the blood on Brewster’s brow and right cheek and proceeded to smear it all over the wounded champion’s face. Adding insult to injury, the Bankable Bombshell trapped Adelaide’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger and pinched, forcing those haughty features together in a humiliating fish face. “Not buying it, bytch. I’ve seen how this night ends and it’s with yours truly hoisting that belt as a THREE TIME FAWN World ChamOOOOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Adelaide twisted free of the other brunette’s embarrassing grasp and made her pay for the belittling treatment by sinking her teeth into the soft flesh between Burlingame’s thumb and index finger. Susan vacated her perch immediately after a palm strike between the eyes loosed Brewster’s jaws to a sufficient degree. As for the Queen of Nightmares, she rolled to all fours, clawed her way to the ropes and used them to haul her way back to verticality. Seeing this, Burlingame shook out the sting in her hand and made a beeline for Adelaide only to curse quite loudly when Nick stepped in her path.
“Back off, Sue!” he ordered. “I need to check that cut on her forehead!”
“Bytch is up, isn’t she?” the heiress replied. “Get out of the way and let us finish this!”
“If she can’t see it’s already finished. Now back off!”
Castle turned away from her without waiting for confirmation, the senior official fishing a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket. “Turn your head to the side, Adelaide. Show me the cut.”
Brewster bared her teeth, put a hand on Nick’s chest and pushed him away. “I’m fine!” she growled. “Get out of my way!”
The ref conceded that she sounded fine, but the zealot most certainly did not LOOK fine, as the right side of her face below her right eyebrow was a textbook example of the old ‘crimson mask’. Extending an arm in each direction to keep champ and challenger away from one another, Nick addressed Brewster one more time. “Can you see out of that eye, Adelaide? Can you continue?”
Brewster scrubbed a palm over the eye in question and snarled. “Yes. Now get out of my--”
Susan swooped around the ref and Adelaide surged to meet her, the bloodied brunette’s lips already pursed to unleash the crimson cloud that ‘Pfffwoooooossshed’ at Burlingame’s--
‘OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’ the Basement Dwellers cried out in sympathy for poor Nick Castle, who bore the brunt of the Red Mist when Susan dipped beneath it.
Unaware of the zebra’s troubles, Burlingame sprang up, twisted around the THWHONKED the point of her right knee into Adelaide’s lacerated brow! The Daughter of Darkness crumpled like she’d been exposed to the pure light of morning and she barely twitched when Susan hooked the far leg for…..
JUMPING BACK KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAyUmX0hAfs
The crowd counted ONE! TWO! THREE!, then FOUR! and FIVE! but they had no power over the Timekeeper meaning Sue was still a challenger when she abandoned the cover.
“What the f*ck Castle, where are--f*cking shyt.” Seeing the official scrubbing at his face, Burlingame hurried to the ropes nearest the Timekeeper and said, “Throw me some water, now!” A FAWN tech obliged the Rainmaker in short order and once obtained she turned around to “GUUUURRRHHHK!”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Sue slapped and clawed at the forearm of one Helena Graylock, who’d slid in under the bottom rope almost the instant her back was turned. Bearing down on Burlingame’s throat, the Gray Lady murmured, “A strong fight, little one. But even you are destined to succumb to the void of Eternal Midnight.”
The redheaded powerhouse caught hold of her target’s waistband, then dipped her knees and hauled Sue high into the air for a ring-rattling Choke-- THWHUMP! Another roar from those assembled, this one of happy surprise because Becky Clayton flew into the squared circle on the run to cut Graylock down with a huge Spear before she could complete the Choke Slam.
BECKY CLAYTON:
Freed from Helena’s grip, Susan crumpled to one knee and kept a safe distance while the pair of Destroyers barreled their way to the outside in a veritable storm of fists, elbows and knees. “Thanks, Bex.” Burlingame croaked. “I owe you--”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
A roar of warning from the Basement Dwellers spun the Ace around just as Penny Tremblay leapt from the apron to the top rope for a Springboard NO!
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore swooped in with equal swiftness, the reigning Queen of the Madhouse vaulting over the guardrail in time to catch Miranda’s acolyte by the ankles and YANK her down to the floor! Infuriated by the denial, Tremblay threw herself at the Raven without hesitation and Lemarchand welcomed her with wicked talons, the two lithesome brunettes tearing and clawing in the narrow space between squared circle and guardrail.
Flanked by skirmishes to the north and south, Burlingame paused long enough to confirm her reinforcements were holding their own. Once satisfied, she rounded on Brewster, who’d just managed to roll onto her stom--THAWHUMP!
TIFFANY MAYES:
RIGHTEOUS STAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGnXl8hsOm0
Tiffany Mayes came divebombing off the top rope, her knees raised to hip-level to land shins-first atop Sue’s shoulders and thus plant her on the mat with a gorgeous diving Meteora! “EAT THAT, YOU HEATHEN BEEYOTCH!” the Inquisitor bellowed as soon as she pounced up off Susan’s starfished form. “I’LL TEACH YOU TO SCREW WITH MY SISNNNGGHH!”
EMILY WEST:
Emily West clipped Tiffany’s left knee with a nasty Chopblock, then filled her hands with the Churchgoer’s hair and reeled her up into a Front Facelock. No pithy observations from the Black Queen, she only tossed Tiff’s near arm across her shoulders, grabbed a handful of trunks and muscled her directly overhead. No delay on the drop either, West kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Mayes down on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless Cerebral Hemorrhage.
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1Gc6f2CFPQ
Spinning to one knee once she’d removed the pawn from the board, Emily turned her attention to the actual participants, who were slowly stir--THWHACK!
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7EeSxBkxE8
Miranda Wainright charged in from behind, hopped up and drilled her right knee into the back of West’s skull with a merciless Enzu Shining Wizard. The Amazing Academic went down in a heap and Miranda was right there to loom over her, the Messiah of Misery purring, “You started this war, sister. No you and your heathens must reap the whirl--”
Sue grabbed a shoulder, spun Wainright around and welcomed her in with a lightning fast Three Quarters Facelock perfect for THAWHAMMING the startled blonde down flat on her face! Now the Ace Crusher was nasty enough in and of itself, unfortunately for Wainright her attacker was in an especially unpleasant mood and she took it out on the Truest Believer by somersaulting onto her back for an effortless transition into the Root of All Evil!
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Boots planted flat, Burlingame leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, just wrenching and twisting at Miranda’s head and shoulders. “Meddling bytch.” the Rainmaker growled over Wainright’s agonized protestations. “This is what happens when you don’t stay in the back like a good little zeal--” THWHACK! The Weeping Angel stormed back into the fray in the most emphatic way possible, delivering a pinpoint Low Super Kick to the side of her challenger’s face!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIZyodvrVqk
Burlingame slopped off Miranda, her hooks entirely forgotten in the dense fog now residing between her ears. As for Adelaide, she jostled Wainright’s shoulder and said, “Make your way out of the ring, sister. This task is mine.” Miranda complied after a low groan and a murmur of understanding, leaving the champion alone with her challenger and the still blind official. (West and Mayes had vacated the premises of their own volition several seconds prior) “Clear your head, arbiter!” Brewster barked at Nick as she filled her hands with Susan’s battle-damp hair. “I will soon have need of your admittedly limited skill set!”
Castle grunted, scrubbed at his eyes with one hand and waved ‘just a minute’ to his charge with the other.
Placated (at least temporarily) the Queen of Nightmares hauled Susan to her feet and promptly THUMPED a Kneelift between her thighs. Sue sobbed, tried to clench, got her right hand captured as a result. Twisting around behind the Ace, Brewster secured the Cut-Throat then hunkered down and threaded her free arm between Burlingame’s legs and lifted her up across her shoulders. The Churchgoers and the Courtiers were all quite preoccupied, meaning it was left to the FAWNatics to urge Susan free of the devilish trap. In their defense they did everything they could, but the Rainmaker was spent and she didn’t do much of anything until Adelaide kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK the defenseless grappler down on the back of her head and shoulders. Bodying Burlingame onto her back while the canvas was still shivering, Adelaide draped herself across the other brunette and bundled both legs with everything she had left. A second or two later a bleary-eyed Nick Castle lurched over to count…
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Outside the skirmishers looked up, then broke apart, Helena, Penny, Tiffany and Miranda all joining their sister in the squared circle when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Helped up by Helena and Tiffany, Adelaide looked down at Sue and hissed, “Get this piece of shyt out of my ring.”
Penny was only to happy to oblige, collecting Sue as trunks and tresses, then dragging her over in front of the Black Court. “I believe this is yours.” she murmured. Clayton and Lemarchand tensed for another attack, but Tremblay only dropped Sue at the edge and rejoined her sisters around the victorious champion.
“Do you see now, Emily?” Miranda asked with a mic she’d procured moments prior. “For all your cunning, for all your planning, you cannot hope to stand against the Church of Eternal Midnight. Ace, Raven, Soldier or Queen, NONE of you are worthy of the Weeping Angel and future efforts to unseat her will be met with increasingly stern rebukes. So save yourselves further humiliation and simply stand aside while we carry out our work.”
As of yet mic-less, West went to seek one out only to decide it unnecessary once Sue (leaning heavily on Becky) extended a middle finger to Miranda and her choir. “Have you noted the blood running down your sister’s face, Miranda?” Emily asked. “Far as I’m concerned Susan’s more than worthy of sharing that ring with Adelaide, especially considering it was nothing more than a numbers advantage that let her escape with the World Title still around her waist.”
“We’ll never stand aside for you, Wainright.” Burlingame growled. “You want us out of the way? You’ll have to run us down.”
Adelaide took a threatening step forward. “That can be arranged, heathen.”
Miranda laid a hand on her shoulder, drawing the brunette back. “Very well, Emily. You refuse to see reason, so everything from here on is on your head. Remember that when your precious Court is in ruins and you’re on your knees begging for mercy.”
Emily raised her mic but then the lights went out and when they returned the churchgoers were gone, leaving a bruised but unbowed Black Court to plan their next move.