Post by walkindude on May 7, 2019 0:41:03 GMT
Posted to FAWN.com a week ago…
Fade out from the FAWN logo to a shot of a wide cobblestone street at sunset. To the left is a small brick wall, perhaps ten feet high and six feet wide. In the center of this wall a large space has been cleared to hold a plaque. A white background with simple black lettering it simply read: Greenwood.
A pleasant albeit rather innocuous name that could bring to mind all manner of possibilities, be it a park, campground, shopping center, perhaps even a middle school. But one need only look to the left of the brick wall to spy the high wrought-iron fence and all that lay beyond. Several towering turkey oaks dotted an immaculately maintained sweep of ground lined with row after row of tombstones and the occasional stone monument. Yes, Greenwood could be a lot of things, but in this particular instance it is a cemetery, one of the oldest in Orlando. The camera is still taking in the lovely creeping dark when a familiar voice speaks up from somewhere just inside the fence.
“These days I can’t go more than an hour without hearing about Susannah Burlingame’s ‘historic’ third World Championship reign. Everyone from Bethany Christian to Joanna Coleman to you, the idiot watching this video, all so quick to ordain her the most dominant talent of FAWN’s modern era. And yet what they’re all neglecting to mention…” the voice trailed off and the camera zoomed in as Adelaide Brewster stepped out from behind the brick wall. “…is the woman she robbed to make history. The heathen heiress has the edge in numbers, I cannot dispute that. But to claim she is the most dominant among FAWN’s elite? Garbage. Hot trash. Bullshyt, pure and simple. Know why Susannah Burlingame is a three time World Champion? Because she LOST it twice before. But I, I held the whole of this miserable promotion in an iron grip of terror for more than ten months and my fingers would STILL be around FAWN’s throat if not for Burlingame’s deceitful tactics!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide pushed off the wall as if to close on the camera, then stopped and drew a deep breath. After a slow exhalation she flashed a pretty, toothy smile. “No matter. What’s done is done. You fooled me once rich girl, it won’t happen again. Because I’m coming for my rematch. And once I get it you’ll have one more thing in common with the likes of Daniel, VanBuren and London.” Adelaide paused, let the tip of her tongue play over the sharp point of one canine. “You’ll all be FORMER three time World ChampNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
A dark shape streaked in from the left to hit the Daughter of Darkness hard enough to drive her backward into that stately brick wall. Adelaide hit with a low THUD and her knees sagged noticeably but she didn’t go down until her attacker (the view had steadied enough to identify it as a woman wearing one of the old Miriam Gaiman ‘Black Widow’ hoodies’ grabbed a double handful of hair and simply tossed her into the cobblestone street.
“Craven bytch.” Adelaide scrambled to a seat, one hand on the ground, the other rubbing the back of her abused skull. “You have picked the worst possible night to try to make a name at my expEEERRRRGGGHH!”
The hooded woman charged in and lashed out with her right leg to THWHAP a Penalty Kick between her target’s breasts! Brewster went down flat, rolled to one side and might’ve made it to all fours in short order if the interloper hadn’t kicked her onto her back and straddled her waist. Knees braced hard against Adelaide’s shoulders, the newcomer reached up, hooked her fingers into the hood and pulled it back to earn a snarl of disgust (if not exactly surprise) from the flattened Churchgoer.
“Idiot. Didn’t you get enough the last time we shared a ri--”
CRAAACK!
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore Lemarchand turned the other brunette’s head with a scathing Bytch Slap across the cheek. “World title’s going to have to wait a little while, bat breath.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden explained once she’d filled a hand with Brewster’s dark hair. “Because at Spring Break you don’t have to worry about the Ace. The Raven however… she might just peck out your eyes.”
“Strong words in a weak mouth.” Adelaide sneered. “Go back to Emily’s shadow, little bird. Unless you’d like to spend another two months on the sheMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!”
Lemarchand pressed her left hand over Brewster’s mouth and pinched her nostrils shut between thumb and forefinger. “That’s the last time you’ll ever mention that.” Lenore promised as the former World Champion began to writhe and twist with increased urgency. “Try it again and I promise you’ll be picking your teeth off the asphalt of whatever parking lot I find you in.”
Adelaide squealed something around the muffle of Lenore’s palm, though it lacked the urgency of earlier efforts. This didn’t seem to bother Lemarchand in the slightest, she simply hunched forward over the zealot, a lock of dark hair falling across one eye and she sent Adelaide into the depths of a deep, albeit far from eternal, midnight. Relinquishing the smother a good ten seconds after Brewster’s last twitch, Lenore patted the slumbering brunette’s cheek, then got to her feet.
“See you at Spring Break, honey.” She looked to the camera, seemingly just remembering there was an audience. “You get all that?” An affirmation from behind the camera. “Good. Get it on the website as soon as you can. I want Adelaide to have something pleasant to watch when she wakes up.”
Certain the tech would fulfill this request, Lenore stuffed her hands into her pockets and strolled off into the deepening spring twilight.
Fade out from the FAWN logo to a shot of a wide cobblestone street at sunset. To the left is a small brick wall, perhaps ten feet high and six feet wide. In the center of this wall a large space has been cleared to hold a plaque. A white background with simple black lettering it simply read: Greenwood.
A pleasant albeit rather innocuous name that could bring to mind all manner of possibilities, be it a park, campground, shopping center, perhaps even a middle school. But one need only look to the left of the brick wall to spy the high wrought-iron fence and all that lay beyond. Several towering turkey oaks dotted an immaculately maintained sweep of ground lined with row after row of tombstones and the occasional stone monument. Yes, Greenwood could be a lot of things, but in this particular instance it is a cemetery, one of the oldest in Orlando. The camera is still taking in the lovely creeping dark when a familiar voice speaks up from somewhere just inside the fence.
“These days I can’t go more than an hour without hearing about Susannah Burlingame’s ‘historic’ third World Championship reign. Everyone from Bethany Christian to Joanna Coleman to you, the idiot watching this video, all so quick to ordain her the most dominant talent of FAWN’s modern era. And yet what they’re all neglecting to mention…” the voice trailed off and the camera zoomed in as Adelaide Brewster stepped out from behind the brick wall. “…is the woman she robbed to make history. The heathen heiress has the edge in numbers, I cannot dispute that. But to claim she is the most dominant among FAWN’s elite? Garbage. Hot trash. Bullshyt, pure and simple. Know why Susannah Burlingame is a three time World Champion? Because she LOST it twice before. But I, I held the whole of this miserable promotion in an iron grip of terror for more than ten months and my fingers would STILL be around FAWN’s throat if not for Burlingame’s deceitful tactics!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide pushed off the wall as if to close on the camera, then stopped and drew a deep breath. After a slow exhalation she flashed a pretty, toothy smile. “No matter. What’s done is done. You fooled me once rich girl, it won’t happen again. Because I’m coming for my rematch. And once I get it you’ll have one more thing in common with the likes of Daniel, VanBuren and London.” Adelaide paused, let the tip of her tongue play over the sharp point of one canine. “You’ll all be FORMER three time World ChampNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
A dark shape streaked in from the left to hit the Daughter of Darkness hard enough to drive her backward into that stately brick wall. Adelaide hit with a low THUD and her knees sagged noticeably but she didn’t go down until her attacker (the view had steadied enough to identify it as a woman wearing one of the old Miriam Gaiman ‘Black Widow’ hoodies’ grabbed a double handful of hair and simply tossed her into the cobblestone street.
“Craven bytch.” Adelaide scrambled to a seat, one hand on the ground, the other rubbing the back of her abused skull. “You have picked the worst possible night to try to make a name at my expEEERRRRGGGHH!”
The hooded woman charged in and lashed out with her right leg to THWHAP a Penalty Kick between her target’s breasts! Brewster went down flat, rolled to one side and might’ve made it to all fours in short order if the interloper hadn’t kicked her onto her back and straddled her waist. Knees braced hard against Adelaide’s shoulders, the newcomer reached up, hooked her fingers into the hood and pulled it back to earn a snarl of disgust (if not exactly surprise) from the flattened Churchgoer.
“Idiot. Didn’t you get enough the last time we shared a ri--”
CRAAACK!
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore Lemarchand turned the other brunette’s head with a scathing Bytch Slap across the cheek. “World title’s going to have to wait a little while, bat breath.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden explained once she’d filled a hand with Brewster’s dark hair. “Because at Spring Break you don’t have to worry about the Ace. The Raven however… she might just peck out your eyes.”
“Strong words in a weak mouth.” Adelaide sneered. “Go back to Emily’s shadow, little bird. Unless you’d like to spend another two months on the sheMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!”
Lemarchand pressed her left hand over Brewster’s mouth and pinched her nostrils shut between thumb and forefinger. “That’s the last time you’ll ever mention that.” Lenore promised as the former World Champion began to writhe and twist with increased urgency. “Try it again and I promise you’ll be picking your teeth off the asphalt of whatever parking lot I find you in.”
Adelaide squealed something around the muffle of Lenore’s palm, though it lacked the urgency of earlier efforts. This didn’t seem to bother Lemarchand in the slightest, she simply hunched forward over the zealot, a lock of dark hair falling across one eye and she sent Adelaide into the depths of a deep, albeit far from eternal, midnight. Relinquishing the smother a good ten seconds after Brewster’s last twitch, Lenore patted the slumbering brunette’s cheek, then got to her feet.
“See you at Spring Break, honey.” She looked to the camera, seemingly just remembering there was an audience. “You get all that?” An affirmation from behind the camera. “Good. Get it on the website as soon as you can. I want Adelaide to have something pleasant to watch when she wakes up.”
Certain the tech would fulfill this request, Lenore stuffed her hands into her pockets and strolled off into the deepening spring twilight.