Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:13:49 GMT
The Slaybor Day broadcast cut away from the squared circle not to a backstage interview or hype video but to the gleaming white bulk of the Harrenhal Training Facility more commonly known as the Madhouse. Viewed from the back lawn, the old building showed no signs of life whatsoever, in fact the quick cut might’ve been chalked up to a production error if the camera hadn’t pulled out and swung around to reveal referee Al Carpenter standing between Adelaide Brewster and Lenore Lemarchand. An arresting sight to be sure, however it was a feature quite a bit farther down the slope of the lawn that caught the eye first and foremost. Or rather a trio of features, the combination of which held extremely ominous implications. The first was a Bobcat front end loader, the second was a large pile of freshly turned earth and the last was a flat rectangle of darkness that could only be an open grave.
After a moment, the camera started toward the participants and the official. Over this, the Announcer explained, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Buried Alive Match. It will continue until one wrestler has deposited her opponent in the casket at the bottom of the grave, closed the lid and ordered the grave filled.”
A pause as the camera stopped several feet shy of the combatants. “Introducing first, 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 a former FAWN World Champion and the original Queen of the Madhouse. She is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight’s graveside service the Daughter of Darkness wore black denim short-shorts and a sturdy crimson tank-top that showed plenty of shoulder and a few inches of flat midriff. In place of her usual ring boots she wore low hiking boots perfect for a tromp through the woods or stomping her opponent’s face.
The camera shifted left as the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. She is the current Queen of the Madhouse and the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore’s sartorial choices were almost identical to her opponent’s, though the Black Courtier chose storm blue denim and a simple black tank-top emblazoned with her ’Nevermore’ insignia. Like Brewster, she wore low hiking boots with socks rolled down.
The late August night was still, but far from quiet. For one thing there was the soft rumble of the Bobcat waiting by the open grave. Beneath that was the omnipresent chorus of frogs and cicadas from the woods at the bottom of the hill and far beyond that, the occasional ‘whooooooonk’ of a tractor trailer roaring down I-4. All of this registered only vaguely with Adelaide and Lenore, who hadn’t so much as blinked during Al’s last round of explanation and inspection. It wasn’t until the lanky official cleared his throat quite loudly that the brunettes broke off their staredown to fix him with a pair of baleful glares.
“I asked if you understand the rules as presented.” Carpenter explained. “I want to make certain you’re fully aware of the risks inherent with this… awful idea of yours.”
“It was MY idea.” Adelaide corrected. “But the little bird is so eager to find oblivion that she embraced it even more fervently than I exp--”
“Don’t lecture me about oblivion, Brewster.” Lenore interrupted. “Our first match ended with you slumbering in a coffin deep beneath the Madhouse. It’s only fitting that our last match ends with me slamming the lid shut for NNNNGGHHH!”
Adelaide slapped Lenore across the face, bared her teeth for a response that got swatted out of her mouth courtesy an answering shot from the Raven.
Al felt the tension about to explode at any second, so he threw a quick signal that produced a thrumming BWONG from the bell tower of the Madhouse. That it sounded at the precise moment Brewster and Lemarchand locked up was pure coincidence, after the exchange of slaps they simply couldn’t hold back a second longer.
Meeting in a tummy-to-tummy clench, the warring brunettes actually kept their hands out of the other’s hair in favor of shoving at chin or bearing down on shoulder. Deftly wedging the heel of her palm beneath the Courtier’s chin, Adelaide sloooooooowly pushed Lenore’s head backward, then leaned in and let her lips brush that exposed neck. “Tonight’s the night I finally drink you dry, little bird. And when there’s not another drop to be had I’m going to toss your stinking, desiccated remains in that casket and scream with joy when they plow you under once and for--BYTCH!”
Adelaide’s teeth were so close to Lenore’s throat that the night’s first nibble seemed inevitable, but the former World Champion reared back without so much as an amuse-bouche because Lemarchand traced a thumb across her opponent’s left eye!
Rapidly blinking to make sure the slippery bytch hadn’t done any actual damage, Brewster turned to bark at the official only to freeze when Lenore spat, “Don’t think he’s going to help you, sweet heart. He’s here to make sure we don’t kill one another. Torture and injury on the other hand… he won’t lift a finger.”
“Umh, that’s not entirely accur--”
“Shut your mouth, idiot.” Brewster growled without glancing in his direction. Once he was silent, she went on. “You think you can threaten me, little bird? I’ve made you scream. I’ve made you bleed. I took months off your career without even trying so what do you think’s going to happen when I dedicate myself to OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lenore exploded off her back foot, came in low and drove a shoulder deep into her nemesis’ belly. Brewster folded over her back and would’ve hit the ground anyway but that didn’t stop the Fair & Radiant Maiden from hooking Adelaide behind the knees to put a little more ‘ooomph’ on the landing. Scrambling to a knee as soon as they touched down, Lenore wrapped a length of Brewster’s ponytail around one fist and yanked her head off the grass so she could pound punches into the other brunette’s forehead! Adelaide bucked and twisted, even got her legs up around Lemarchand’s waist for a moment but the Raven put an end to the brief insurgency by raking her nails across Adelaide’s eyes!
“DIRTY BYTCH!” Brewster raised her hands to her face to protect against further swipes. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR-- NO F*CK YOU!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting stopped punching in favor of laying claim to her opponent’s right wrist. Twisting ‘round in a smooth quarter circle, Lemarchand draped her right thigh over Adelaide’s chest, then hooked her left leg across opposing neck and laid out full length to wrench the Weeping Angel’s arm with an aggressive JujigatamNO!
Brewster rolled into the pressure and locked her hands in an S-clasp to keep Lemarchand from achieving anything like full torque. Cheek pressed against the back of her foe’s calf, Adelaide powered to one knee and leaned in all the harder. It stacked Lenore on her shoulders tight enough to count as a pin if such a predicament had amounted to anything here on the Madhouse lawn. Since it didn’t Brewster leaned in that much tighter and sank her teeth into the exposed meat of Lemarchand’s gam!
“Errrrrrrhhhhhhh, that all you got, honey?” Lenore sneered. “If you’re looking for something to chew on, try this!”
The Raven pulled her left leg back until that knee was pressed to her own chest. There is stayed while she carefully adjusted that foot against the side of Adelaide’s face and “NRGH! NRGH! NNRRRRRRRHHHH!” Brewster cried out in pain and frustration as Lenore raked the heel of her light hiking boot across the former World Champ’s face once, twice, three times!
“What’s wrong, Addy?” Lenore grunted as she reset her kickin’ leg in hopes of breaking Brewster’s tenacious grasp. “Fake fangs not strong enough to get through shoe leathERRRRHHH LEGGO! LET GO DAMMHUUUFFFFFHH!”
Breaking the S-grip of her own accord, Adelaide remained leaned in nice and snug, the better to keep Lenore from using those dangerous legs. As for her free hand, it spidered down the curve of the Courtier’s lower back until reaching the waistband of her foe’s shorts. Adelaide was sorely tempted to indulge in a particularly violent wedgie, however she restrained herself in favor of a far more strategic hold on the Raven’s denim. Hooks set, she gathered her strength and lifted the other brunette a good two feet off the ground before she dropped back down to THWHUMP her with a miniature Powerbomb!
She felt rather than heard Lemarchand’s head bounce on impact, Adelaide would’ve swore to that, but rather than pop open Lenore flopped backward onto her stomach which in turn pulled / dragged the Daughter of Darkness over onto her face, chest and belly. This new arrangement was far from pleasant (and the mouthful of evening damp grass did nothing for her mood) but Brewster tolerated it as a marked improvement over her last position because Lemarchand couldn’t use her hips to put torque on Adelaide’s elbow.
That being said, the Raven still had a firm grip on her right wrist so the Daughter of Darkness worked her fingers beneath Lenore’s waistband and-- Lemarchand went tense the instant she felt Adelaide rummaging around for her briefs. “Don’t even think about it, slut. Those have a helluva lot more stretch than your fingeOOOOHHHHH BYTCH!”
Adelaide pulled anyway, the grounded grappler yanking up and out at a sharp angle to saw the distended material as forcefully as her grip allowed. Lenore’s wail was deeply satisfying, yet the arrogant tramp still refused to release Brewster’s hand. “Want these back?” she tugged Lemarchand’s bottoms from side to side. “Let go of my f*cking hand and I’ll AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
The Raven did just as Adelaide had feared, the tacky witch wrenching and twisting at her fingers until it felt like they might pop at the knuckle. “I… I can hold out longer than you, Adelaide.” Lenore huffed. “You KNOW I can. So stop pulling like a sorority pledge and OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Adelaide pressed her muzzle to the side of Lemarchand’s encroaching thigh and gnawed until she finally slipped free of the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s clutches. The urge to clutch that thrumming hand to her chest was as strong as it was immediate, yet Adelaide ignored it in favor of throwing herself atop Lemarchand’s back before the other brunette could rise past all fours. Delighted by the breathy ‘oooffffh’ from beneath as Lenore was driven against the cool green grass, Brewster snatched hold of her arch-nemesis’ hair and wrenched her head back just to thum-thum-THUMP it against the ground! Lemarchand grunted, threw an elbow into Brewster’s right flank and managed to fight to her knees despite the awkward positioning. She might’ve made it back to her feet if Adelaide had allowed it, but the Queen of Nightmares wasn’t feeling nearly so generous. Bringing her own stems into play, Brewster grapevined those sinewy ivory legs and wrenched them wide in a Double Leg Grapevine that forced a shrill yelp from the squirming heathen.
“Toothy bytch.” Lenore growled in the midst of struggling onto her elbows. “Get your flat ass off meRRRGGHHUUURRRRK!”
Adelaide slipped her right arm around the Raven’s neck and cupped her left bicep while that hand did the same to the back of Lemarchand’s skull. Her shoulders and biceps shredding into relief as she bore down on the Sleeper, Brewster jostled the hold back ‘n forth for several hard seconds, then craaaaaaaaanked back to put more pressure on her foe’s neck and spine. “Did I just hear you call my ass flat?” Adelaide asked once the initial round of thrashing quieted down.
Lenore answered by digging and worrying at Brewster’s encroaching forearm, she wasn’t about to waste any oxygen on words. The silence seemed to offend Adelaide, who yoked up a little farther while simultaneously grinding her hips against the slim curve of the Raven’s trapped glutes. “I haven’t afforded you the luxury of silence, bytch.” the Daughter of Darkness hissed. “I asked you a question. Answer it!”
“Nuuuhhh… now that I consider the question, your ass isn’t flat.” Lenore huffed. “It’s actually concave, probably from all the times I’ve KICKED it this last WHOOOOAAAAHH ARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAHK!”
Adelaide hunkered in close, then rolled onto her back in a single sinuous motion, the former World Champion keeping the Sleeper cinched in deep the whole time. As for her Grapevine, she relinquished it just long enough to hook her shins against the pits of Lemarchand’s knees, which in turn allowed her to streeeeeeeetch the Courtier’s legs into something dangerously approximating a Wishbone. In no danger of accidentally pinning herself, Adelaide bore down on Lemarchand’s neck while slowly but surely sliding her shins up the insides of her opponent’s thighs to draw them wider still.
“Open your eyes, Raven.” Brewster cooed. “Take in every aspect of the night. Of the wide, carnivorous sky. Open your eyes and soak in all the details you can because you’re not going to see it again for a very long timRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore couldn’t seem to break Adelaide’s grip so she caught hold of her opponent’s ponytail near the base and pulled it hard enough to make Brewster’s eyes water. “It IS a lovely view, isn’t it, Adelaide?” Lemarchand sneered through clenched teeth. “It’s made all the lovelier by the sound of you mewling and whimpering into my OOOOOOOOHHHHHH YOU CUNT, STAAAAAAAAHP!”
Coming to accept that Emily’s Lady in Waiting wouldn’t succumb to her machinations quite yet, the Weeping Angel pulled her left hand away from Lenore’s head and sent it south for a gaudy white-knuckled grip on the center of those straining shorts! The sturdy denim provided *slightly* more protection than lycra alone, but Adelaide compensated for this by squeezing that much harder.
“Submit to me.” Brewster hissed in the struggling brunette’s ear. “Beg for mercy at the top of your lungs and I promise you’ll be unconscious when I dump you in that lovely casket.”
“Nuuuhhh… not on your life.” Lenore moaned. “So just f*ck on outta there with your tacky-ass threaoohhh don’t even think about it you vile bytAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAHHHH!”
Adelaide stopped clawing only to fumble with the zipper on her prey’s shorts. Yanking it down with a single heartless tug, she wormed her claw past those denim defenses before doubling down on the eye-watering Crotch Claw! Practically euphoric in her domination, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show licked the lobe of Lenore’s right ear, then bit down in time with another merciless constriction of the claw. “Did you describe the depths of your humiliations to Allard when you wept in his arms following our last encounter? Or after I denied you the World Title at Season’s Beatings?” Adelaide hissed. “Did the tale make his heart beat a little faster? Did it make you wonder, even for a moment, whether he was sympathizing with your anguish… or thinking of me?”
Breathing hard as the other brunette continued to ravage her togs, Lenore rasped, “Thuuuhh… the only time you make his heart beat faster is when I described the quality of your moans against my asSSSSRRRR--” Lemarchand cut the sob off behind a ferocious ‘clack’ of her teeth despite the telltale ripple and bulge of Adelaide’s talon beneath her shorts.
“Something tells me his pulse is racing almost as fast as yours, little bird.” Brewster cooed. “And he’s enjoying this FAR more than you’ll ever EEEERRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore clamped both hands around either side of Adelaide’s right elbow, pushed it up over her mouth and bit down until Brewster was shrieking like a teakettle! Abandoning the claw to deal with the slut’s chewing, Adelaide kept her fingers hooked as she sought the struggling brunette’s ey--NO!
Lenore caught Brewster’s wrist in one hand, then wrapped her other hand around the former champ’s middle and ring fingers and pulled as hard as she could! Adelaide let out another pained bellow as the renewed assault on her hand caused the Grapevine to finally give way. Twisting over onto her stomach as soon as she was free, Lemarchand pushed onto her knees to make sure she had a solid base when she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED half a dozen heavy Forearm Smashes against Adelaide’s chest!
Forced to assemble a hasty guard to absorb the worst of her attacker’s shots, Brewster brought her legs up and cinched them around the Raven’s waist for a Scissors. “Desperate cow.” the resultant constriction disrupted Lemarchand’s rhythm long enough for Adelaide to clamp down on her wrists. “You’re going to beg until your voice gives OOOOWWWWWWWWW SHYT!”
Lenore pistoned her hands straight up, powering free from Brewster’s clutches only to palm the other woman’s head on both sides. Just like that her thumbs found Adelaide’s eyes and the Raven got some revenge for the torture she’d suffered back at Season’s Beatings!
Forgetting about everything else when Lemarchand started gouging at her face, Brewster hauled herself up until she was practically sitting in Lenore’s lap. Instead of trying to prize the slattern’s hands offa her face, the Daughter of Darkness looped both arms around Lenore’s arms and drew her into a grinding Bear Hug! “I don’t rely on sight to make you suffer, little bird.” Brewster snarled through the painful grind. “All I need is the beat of your pulse and the tang of your terrified sweat to make your life a living heNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand snapped her forehead into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose, a sawed-off Headbutt that brought tears to the brunette’s already stinging eyes. Wresting free of the Hug once she’d removed her thumbs from Brewster’s eyes, Lenore seized her prey’s ponytail in both hands and hauled the both of ‘em to their feet. Adelaide lunged into a clench as soon as they were upright, the Weeping Angel wrapping her arms around Lemarchand’s biceps to keep the bytch from imposing her “UUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lenore stuffed a Kneelift into her rival’s crotch, the proximity Brewster had sought ensuring she had no chance to avoid the breath-stealing blow. “Snuuuhh… sneaking cunt.” Adelaide moaned as she sagged against the hard-eyed Raven. “These tricks won’t be enough to save OOFFFHH!” Lemarchand stuffed her with two more knees, these directly above the stunned wrestler’s waistband.
“They aren‘t tricks, they‘re receipts.” Lenore hissed once she’d prized apart Brewster’s sagging grasp. “And does it feel like I need saving, sweetie?”
Adelaide wasn’t allowed time to reply because Lenore doubled her over with a third Kneelift. Gifted with the undefended curve of her rival’s back, Lemarchand caught the bottom edge of Adelaide’s tank-top in both hands and pulled it level with the other brunette’s head. Not *over* her head mind you, as a simple stripping would’ve left Brewster’s arms free. By stopping where she did, Lenore effectively pinned Adelaide’s arms overhead in a catty sort of twist on the old hockey fight staple. Not only that, this arrangement left Brewster blinded by her own attire and thus unable to mount a proper defense when Emily’s Lady in Waiting leaned over and raaaaaaaaaaaked her nails up the full length of Adelaide’s nearly bare back!
“BYDGE!” Brewster shrieked in muffled rage as she straightened up with the effort of trying to wrest the tank-top all the way off. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand spiked her navel with a stiff Toe Kick, then scored Adelaide’s back again when she folded up around the blunt encroachment. “What was that?” Lenore sneered to the blinded, fumbling batter. “It was hard to make out, sounded like you were trying to hold back tearEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide charged in, lowered a shoulder and managed to cinch her arms around the Courtier’s waist. Plowing forward without any thought to where they were headed, Brewster scraped and clawed at her attacker’s lower back for several seconds before she found Lenore’s bottoms and raised them with a single prolonged tug.
Jaw clenched as Adelaide marched her down the slight incline, Lemarchand threw a leg back and planted it like a kickstand to halt their progress. “Swear to God, you’ve worked my trunks for the last time.” Lenore punctuated this statement with a few quick elbows to the center of Brewster’s back, then gave the former World Champ a taste of her own medicine with a wedgie strong enough to put Adelaide on tiptoe.
Loathe to cede any skirmish to the hated other, Adelaide plowed forward against Lenore’s tummy while simultaneously shaking her head from side to side in hopes of getting free of that damned tank-THERE! Brewster wriggled free of the confining fabric and promptly sank her teeth into Lemarchand’s side just above the curve of her right hip! Lenore hissed in surprised pain and might’ve done some biting of her own if she’d been in any position to do so. Since she was not, the Fair & Radiant Maiden doubled down on her waistband grip and pulled until Adelaide was stamping her feet in agony! Releasing the hold when she felt Brewster’s mouth fall away, Lemarchand transitioned to a rough Front Facelock and pounded half a dozen heavy Forearm Smashes across Adelaide’s shoulders.
This repeated bludgeoning finally brought the Queen of Nightmares to one knee, although she was returned to verticality almost immediately thereafter when Lenore caught a double fistful of that distended tank-top and ripped it over her head. Startled by the abrupt removal of her restraints, Brewster caught an Elbow Smash flush in the mouth and offered no argument when Lemarchand spun her in a half circle. Catching the discombobulated brunette in a Waistlock so tight it could’ve doubled as a Reverse Bear Hug, Lenore dragged her knotted fists across Adelaide’s hitching belly as she murmured, “An animal like you doesn’t deserve the courtesy of actual wrestling maneuvers but I wasn’t about to let this end without throwing your ass all over this lawn.”
Brewster clamped down on Lemarchand’s wrists and dropped into a deep crouch in an attempt to block her nemesis’ efforts. “You always did think too small, little bird.” Adelaide grunted. “You’re content to throw, whereas I’m going to BLEED you all over this lawWHOOAAAOOOFFFFFHH!”
Deadweight be damned, the Raven crouched deep and slooooooooowly powered Adelaide up until her legs were bicycling in the air. Lenore let her hang there for a moment before she popped her hips and snapped backward to THWHUMP Brewster to the turf courtesy a German Suplex.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm-RzS8C1fE
In the ring she would’ve bridged as high as she could to keep Adelaide folded in half, but nothing mattered until they reached the grave so Lenore let loose and spun to one knee. “Look at that, bat breath.” Lemarchand patted the former World Champion’s tush because she could. “Your blind stumbling has taken us more than halfway to the grave! Guess that means it’s up to me to take us the rest of the way.”
Adelaide’s only answer was to roll to all fours, so Lenore grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Contrary to her previous statement, Lemarchand pointed her prey back the way they’d came, then stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent her on her way with an Irish Wh--Lenore dug in her heels and reeled Adelaide forward so the Courtier could ‘smeck’ her arms around opposing waist. Just like that she dipped down deep and hurled Brewster up and over with a Belly to Belly Suplex that THWHAPPED Addy down flat in the thick grass.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBzTAiMENCQ
Adelaide bounced to a seat, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other fluttered near her mouth to stifle another galling scream. “Closer still, Brewster.” Lenore murmured as she stalked toward the slumped bloodsucker. “Do you want to crawl in like a good little monster or can I keep putting the boots to your--”
She would’ve said ‘ass’ if Adelaide hadn’t broken into a shrill, mean laugh. Twisting around on one knee to initiate brazen eye-contact with her rival, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show said, “Listen to you. Speaking as though have the power to intimidate, let alone carry out such audacious threats. Just who the f*ck do you think I am? Elise? Amara?”
Lenore had stopped a few yards shy of her adversary on the good chance that the penitent predator decided to lunge. Eyes locked on Brewster, the Raven shook her head. “On the contrary, I consider those women a much higher class of villain. After all, they both hold submission victories over me. What do you have? Cheap shots and a desperate injur--”
Adelaide stood up and took a step forward. “I’ll have your heart. Figurative or literal, it doesn’t matter to--”
“Kiss my ass.” Lenore interrupted. “The fact is you took my eye because I already took YOUR heart… three years ago when I punted your sorry ass out of the Queen’s Chamb--”
The Queen of Nightmares came forward, her head darting like a striking snake’s as the first hint of red began to plume from the center of her pursed “MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Lemarchand stuffed a hand against Brewster’s mouth and pinched her nostrils to make sure her nemesis had to choke on the damned Mi-- Adelaide brought her left hand up and across in a vicious arc that flung a miniature cloud of Madhouse earth into the Raven’s unsuspecting eyes!
Spitting the rest of the stifled mist onto the lawn without once breaking stride, Adelaide caught hold of the Courtier’s hair, then hopped up and landed with her feet braced against Lenore’s thighs. Hunkered forward after the landing, Brewster snagged her chattel’s head in a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Lemarchand’s noggin into the dirt courtesy of the Wolvesbane DDT! Lenore managed a fine impression of a lawn dart for the span between heartbeats, then her muscles caught up with her nerves and she flopped onto her back to take in a swirling galaxy of stars that might’ve been confined to her skull.
Beside her Adelaide rolled to all fours and spat the rest of the Mist onto the grass with a decidedly phlegmy rasp. “You vain, arrogant bytch.” she hissed at the flattened Courtier. “Don’t you DARE diminish the hell I’ve put you through before tonight! For all they accomplished Singh and Winterrest FAILED when it counted, but I, I dismissed you with the sternest rebukes possiblHURGHK!”
Lenore reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat, the Raven squeezing hard enough to make Adelaide’s eyes go wide. “I… took the Madhouse… from you.” Lemarchand huffed. “And you’re still not overOOOOFFFFHHH!”
“F*CK THE MADHOUSE!” the Queen of Nightmares shrieked as she buried a vicious Double Axehandle in the other brunette’s navel! The shot sat Lenore up or at least started her on the way before Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and thum-thum-THUMPED her head against the ground. Furious in spite of her control, Adelaide bounced the other brunette’s skull one more time, then popped up and circled around to Lemarchand’s feet. “You love this place so much? You’re welcome to it!” she seized hold of Lenore’s ankles, hauled her legs up in a wide ‘V’ and immediately dropped a knee between her nemesis’ thighs.
The Fair & Radiant Maiden let out a piteous moan and twisted quite forcefully, but she couldn’t get off her back because Brewster had trapped her shins beneath her armpits. Hands locked in a white-knuckle clasp, Adelaide straightened up and continued to rant. “You can be queen of this crazy little shyt heap until the stars go out for all I care! Me? I’ve got a World Title to regain…and a pet bird to bury in the back yard.”
Too nauseated from the Low Blow to manage a cogent response, Lemarchand’s nearly inaudible moaning rose to a single distressed wail once Adelaide muscled her off the ground and began to spin! Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Adelaide getting some impressive lift on the Giant Swing in spite of the uneven terrain. Alas there were no other lowing chattel about to count the number of rotations, so Brewster tolled it off herself, the Daughter of Darkness reaching lucky ‘THIRTEEN!’ before she let loose and sent Lenore hurtling down the gentle slope. Lemarchand landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders and tumbled over once, twice, three times to come to rest on her stomach with no more than ten feet between her and the looming darkness of the grave.
GIANT SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fy-PSBbvR4
“GET UP!” Adelaide shrieked at her prey once she’d fought off the worst of the Swing-induced dizziness. “GET UP LEMARCHAND! I WANT YOU STANDING WHEN I THROW YOU IN THAT GOD FORSAKEN HOLE!”
Head spinning, gut-churning, Lenore took several deep breaths, then planted her hands in the grass and slowly struggled to verticality. “Ruuuuuuuhhhh… right here, Adelaide.” she muttered. “We gonna finish this or are you gonna keep running your goddamned moutHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Brewster came at her hell-bent for leather, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show lowering a shoulder and launching off her back foot to bury a Spear deep in Lemarchand’s midsection. Folded in half by the piercing blow, Lenore ceded at least half the distance between herself and the grave before she even touched down on the summer-damp grass. Thrilled by the apparently endless darkness contained within that looming trench, Adelaide shoveled Lenore onto her stomach, grabbed hold of her hair and began to draaaaaag her toward the edge.
“Quote me some Poe, little bird.” Brewster growled. “A selection from the Telltale Heart or the Pit and the Pendulum. Or better yet, the Premature Burial!” Fighting that terrible pull with every bit of her remaining strength, Lenore dug in and pushed to all fours. The resultant burn in her scalp was far from pleasant, but it was better than an ungainly plunge into that subterranean dark. “Why so quiet, little bird?” Adelaide asked, her tone dripping with hatred. “Don’t tell me sheer terror has robbed you of your literary sensibil--”
“Eat me, bytch.” Lemarchand grunted. “I’m not going to waste so much as haiku on you. It’s not like you’ll remember a damned thing when you’re clawing at the lid of that OOOFFFFNNNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness stepped over the penitent Courtier and dropped into a deep, DEEP crouch that drove every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the small of Lenore’s back. Vengeful hands reached for the Raven’s hair only to alight on the neckline of her tank-top at the last moment. Hooks set, Brewster stood up and pulled out to split the garment straight up the back with a long, dry rip! Lenore enjoyed the breeze on her skin for all of a second or so, then Adelaide crooked her fingers into tines and began to rake her rival’s back like she meant to scrape on through to the other side!
“YOU’RE BEATEN!” Adelaide screamed down at the wailing brunette. “BEATEN!” (raaaaaaaake!) “BROKEN!” (raaaaaaaake!) “READY FOR THE GRAVE!” (raaaaaaaake!) The Queen of Nightmares crouched down again, the curve of her glutes pressed heavily to Lemarchand’s scored flesh. Plunging a fist into her prey’s long hair, Brewster peeled Lenore’s head back and hissed, “You know you’re going in the hole, little bird. But you’ll admit my superiority before you--”
“F*ck you.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden snarled. “You’re not superior. You were the only viable alternative when Miranda realized I was already spoken FEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide snatched hold of the dying bird’s left bicep and yanked that arm up and back across the sweat-slick plank of her thigh. She secured Lenore’s right arm shortly thereafter, though rather than complete a traditional Camel Clutch the Sanguinaire Smoke Show tied it down with a Half Nelson. In the same breath she reached across with her left hand, grabbed Lemarchand’s exposed wrist and pulled the limb snug against her foe’s throat to complete a back-mounted version of Miranda’s favorite Cobra Clutch. Yoking back to strain Lenore’s spine while simultaneously throttling the life from her, Brewster cooed, “Don’t even entertain the idea that I’m going to choke you out before I toss you in the casket. Oh, you’ll be gasping for air and your vision will be tunneling, but you have my word that you’ll be awake and aware when that lid slams shut.” Lenore gurgled and wriggled as best she could, but all she managed was an awkward grip on her tormentor’s ponytail. “That’s fine, pull all you want brat.” Adelaide murmured. “Struggle always makes the vintage that much sweeter.” With that she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the side of Lemarchand’s neck for a gulping, suckling ‘drink’ that lasted ten seconds or more!
Licking her lips as she pulled away from the fresh gleaming welt, the Weeping Angel nipped Lenore’s ear and sighed. “Mmmmmmmmhhhh, a delightful bouquet of shattered pride, mounting terror and soul-wracking humiliation. It’s a truly exquisite flavor profile, I hope you don’t think me rude if I sample another glass.”
“Huuuuhhhh… I hope… hope you…” Lenore’s response gave way to a soft whining as Brewster worked the Cobra Clutch like a terrier shaking a rat. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite make that out.” the former World Champion chided. “Say it again, I dare yoEERRMMRRRPPPHHH!”
Lenore’s left hand, which she’d surreptitiously filled with a massive clod of dirt, flew up and across, the infuriated Raven stuffing her prize into that hated maw. “I SAID I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT, BYTCH!”
Brewster’s answer was an ugly, gagging cough as she pulled her head away from the hateful heathen’s straining hand. The separation allowed her to spit out a great deal of the earthy intrusion and that was good, however the shift in her perch allowed Lenore to wrench free of the Cobra Clutch and twist onto her back. Adelaide was only aware of this change only as a vague squirming beneath her haunches, it wasn’t until Lemarchand mashed another massive clod against her face that she realized the miserable bird was free.
“VILE WHORE!” Brewster shrieked, her rage simultaneously muffled and distorted by the soil.
“What’sa matter, Addy?” Lenore sat up as best she could in an effort to continue the force-feeding. “Grave dirt a little too rich for your paletNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide swatted her nemesis’ arm aside and hammered a rough Double Axehandle into Lemarchand’s sternum, knocking her flat once again. A voice in the back of her head screamed at Brewster to finish the Raven then and there, but the dirt in her mouth was too much of a distraction and she crawled away from the vulnerable battler to deal with it in relative peace. Clambering to her feet once she’d created a little space, Adelaide staggered over to the Bobcat and crumpled against the side of the cab. Her presence made the operator understandably nervous, not that Brewster ever once acknowledged his presence. She was far too busy coughing, retching, spitting and otherwise expelling what felt like several square feet of Madhouse lawn. Respiration smoothing out after several long seconds, the Queen of Nightmares flipped sweat-soaked hair off her face as she sought out the desperate, duplicitous Courtier. “A cluuuhh… clever ploy, little bird.” she growled. “Just not clever enough to save ARRRRRHHH NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Back on her feet for the first time in what felt like ever, Lenore snatched a handful of the dirt mounded by the Bobcat’s shovel and flung it at Brewster’s eyes. Adelaide got a forearm up and twisted her head aside to avoid the worst of it, but it meant she was dangerously preoccupied when Lemarchand charged in and BWAAANGED her against the side of the earth-moving equipment with a Spear! Brewster doubled up, actually managed to hammer a few Forearm Smashes across Lenore’s shoulders before shoving her away. Gasping for breath in the wake of the Spear and Lemarchand’s dirt-clod buffet, Brewster turned around and reached for the door handle, much to the operator’s dismay. Whether she actually meant to enter the cab was a mystery destined to remain unsolved because Lenore caught a huge handful of hair and bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-BWONKED her nemesis’ forehead against the steel mesh ‘window’ no less than half a dozen times!
“Where are you going, fang face?” Lemarchand barked at the flagging fighter. “Where the f*ck do you think you’re goiOOFFFHHH!”
Adelaide slammed an elbow into her stomach, spun around and wrapped both hands around Lenore’s throat. “Nowhere you bytch.” she answered in a sibilant serpent’s hiss. “I’m not going ANYWHERE. You however are about to disappear for AAAAAARRRRRRHHHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting ‘smecked’ her hands against the sides of Adelaide’s skull and drove her thumbs into Adelaide’s eyes! “You want to send me off into the dark, princess?” she snarled as Brewster clawed and prized at her wrists. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that!” Lenore BWONKED the back of Adelaide’s noggin against the mesh one more time, then switched over to a hair-hold and spun around in a half circle so her back was to the side of the cab. Hooking her right arm around the back of Brewster’s head, Lemarchand leaned forward to dip her adversary for what might’ve been a dance move if she hadn’t abruptly snapped up and BWAAAANGED Adelaide’s face against the steel mesh! Legs undone by the Reverse STO, Adelaide collapsed to her knees, then slopped onto one side while Lenore leaned on the Bobcat like she might fall over at any moment.
REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8DJRI7t52Y
Eventually she stepped over Brewster, turned around and laid claim to wrist and ankle so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaaag the stunned brunette several feet away from the rumbling equipment. Satisfied with her work, the Raven made her way back to the Bobcat and spoke to the increasingly nervous fella behind the wheel. “Something tells me this is more than you signed on for, but you’ve been great so far. It’s almost time for your moment, I just need you to hang tight a little while longer, ok?”
“Ummmmhhh, yeah sure, I guess.” the man replied. “Hey, what’re you doing?”
Lenore didn’t have time to answer, she was too busy climbing up the side of the cab. This raised no small amount of consternation from Al as well, though the ref was wise enough to hold his tongue until she’d made it to the roof of the cab. “You’re pretty high up, Lenore!” he called out. “Whatever you’ve got in mind, you sure it’s the smartest play?”
“Smartest? Absolutely not.” Lenore huffed. “But it sure feels right.”
Al didn’t get another chance to talk her out of it because the Fair & Radiant Maiden leapt off the Bobcat in a headfirst dive she converted into a sheer somersault about half a heartbeat before she THAWHUMPED down with all her weight across Adelaide’s heaving chest! Lenore ended up in a slumped seat while Brewster rolled onto her right shoulder and hip, the crushed brunette’s chest and tummy almost molded to the curve of Lenore’s lower back.
BLACK SWAN-TON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9dbmORbc68
“Thuuuuhhhh… that the best you’ve got, f*cker?” Adelaide rasped. “I’m insulted. Thought… thought I was supposed to be your nemesiSSSERRRGGGH!”
Lemarchand trudged to one knee, secured her prey with a handful of hair and waistband and pulled Adelaide onto her stomach. Sidling around to the other brunette’s feet in a single deft motion, Lemarchand threaded her right leg around Brewster’s left thigh, then grabbed that ankle and folded her foe’s lower leg over the intruding stem and sat down to pin Adelaide’s leg in the trap created by the back of her thigh and calf. From there she reached out with her left hand, cupped Adelaide’s chin and cranked it back just far enough to thread her left leg into place beneath the Weeping Angel’s jaw.
Al and the absentee audience hipped to the Raven’s plant at this point and Brewster must’ve too because she raked Lemarchand’s thigh as hard and fast as she could. Lenore grimaced but kept to the task at hand, namely leaning forward to plant both hands on the other side of Adelaide’s struggling frame. Doing so tumbled Brewster onto her back a heartbeat before Emily’s Lady in Waiting crossed her ankles to effectively trap her opponent’s head, left arm and left leg in a triangle that encompassed most of her body! Hands planted flat, Lenore pushed up and back while squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing Adelaide’s skull between her thigh and calf.
CRADLE OF AMONTILLADO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yo0-hWiGZo
Dragged onto her left side by the Cradle of Amontillado, Adelaide raked at Lenore’s shin with her free hand and when that didn’t work she reached over and sank a claw into the Raven’s left thigh, just below the crease of her buttock. “Guuuhhhh… get offa me, bytch.” she rasped. “You know you can’t hold meEEEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand went up and down in a series of predatory push-ups that increased the pressure on Adelaide’s suffering skull. Grimacing through the sting and burn of that frantic talon, Lenore snapped, “You still want a quote, honey. Here’s something appropriate… Nemo me impune lacessit.”
Brewster had no idea what it meant and she legitimately gave no shyts. At the moment all she wanted was to escape the hellacious hold, but the blood was thundering in her temples, the strain on her left leg and shoulder was almost unbearable and she could feel her one remaining grip weakening by the second.
From somewhere high above, that hated voice. “Still awake, Fortunado?”
“Fuuuuhhhh… fuuuuuhhhh…. f*ck you.” Adelaide was horrified and disgusted to feel a little drool running down her chin as she voiced the anemic reply.
Lenore shook her head ‘no’, shifted her weight to her right hand so she could reach back with the left and catch hold of Brewster’s ponytail. “No, f*ck YOU, honey.” she said in the midst of a single sustained pull. “You’re going out, and soon. I’d suggest you take one last look at the sky, if you can.”
Pretty face flushed an ugly red by the crushing power of Lemarchand’s leg, Adelaide dug into the bytch’s thigh one more time, before her grip gave way and she was reduced to hapless swatting. “Luuuuuuhhhhhh…. leggohhhh…” Brewster found the Raven’s wrist but couldn’t curl her fingers to scratch, let alone get a grip. “Staaaaahhhp.” she wheezed. “Staaaahp Lenoreerrrrggggherrrrgghhhhhuuuurrrrgk….”
Lenore reared up and leaned back, the vengeful bendy-back effectively bouncing on her rival’s trapped noggin. No quotations or demands now, Lemarchand only rocked in place while Adelaide’s escape efforts assumed a feverish, frantic pitch as the Cradle of Amontillado stole away the rest of her air.
It took another twenty, perhaps even thirty seconds, but ultimately the hand pawing at Lenore’s backside fell to the grass and didn’t move.
Breathing hard from atop her perch, the Courtier looked over one shoulder and sighed, “Check her please, Al.”
Carpenter knelt beside the action, took Adelaide’s wrist without raising it. “You understand knocking her out doesn’t end the match?”
“I do. But I don’t want the monster waking up while I get her into the damned ground.”
The official nodded his understanding, then raised the insensate brunette’s arm as high as it would go. Even though she’d expected just such an outcome, Lemarchand breathed a sigh of relief when Brewster’s knuckles touched the grass once, twice, three times.
From that point on things were remarkably uneventful.
Lenore relinquished the hold, trudged over to the grave and laid down on her stomach to maneuver the casket lid open. A quick check confirmed the soft hiss of the oxygen tank and a deep breath from the mask put a little extra pep in Lemarchand’s step when she made her way back to the slumbering Nightmare Queen. Seizing Brewster at wrist and ankle, Lenore dragged her to the edge of the grave, then hopped down into the casket so she could trundle her burden the rest of the way in.
Adelaide let out a weary groan when she landed on the soft lining, but that was all. Satisfied the monster was truly, deeply asleep, the Raven checked the mask one more time, then pulled it down over her opponent’s face.
“Sweet dreams, Adelaide.” Lenore kissed her fingertips, pressed them to Brewster’s forehead and boosted herself out of the hole. The THWHUMP of the lid closing was almost overwhelmed by the loud grumbling of the Bobcat, as well as the patter and thump of all that dirt shoveled into the grave.
Hands on her hips when the bell in the Madhouse steeple tolled again, Lenore’s eyes remained on the freshly turned earth until Al touched her shoulder. “I believe this is yours.” He handed her a simple wooden cross painted white. On the top was a simple painting of a bat. Beneath it was a name: ADELAIDE BREWSTER: Hefting it in both hands, she trudged to the grave, raised it high overhead and dropped to her knees, all the better to slam the pointed base into the dirt.
“I know it’s all symbolic.” she murmured to the cross. “I know the techs will have you out of there minutes after the camera shuts off. But I hope part of you stays down there forever. And I hope… I pray… that my face is the one that wakes you in a fit of screaming.”
With that she stood, hooked her thumbs together and raised the Raven sigil to the starry sky. She was still holding it when the broadcast cut back to the FAWN Arena ten seconds later.
After a moment, the camera started toward the participants and the official. Over this, the Announcer explained, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Buried Alive Match. It will continue until one wrestler has deposited her opponent in the casket at the bottom of the grave, closed the lid and ordered the grave filled.”
A pause as the camera stopped several feet shy of the combatants. “Introducing first, 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 a former FAWN World Champion and the original Queen of the Madhouse. She is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight’s graveside service the Daughter of Darkness wore black denim short-shorts and a sturdy crimson tank-top that showed plenty of shoulder and a few inches of flat midriff. In place of her usual ring boots she wore low hiking boots perfect for a tromp through the woods or stomping her opponent’s face.
The camera shifted left as the Announcer spoke up again. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. She is the current Queen of the Madhouse and the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Lenore’s sartorial choices were almost identical to her opponent’s, though the Black Courtier chose storm blue denim and a simple black tank-top emblazoned with her ’Nevermore’ insignia. Like Brewster, she wore low hiking boots with socks rolled down.
The late August night was still, but far from quiet. For one thing there was the soft rumble of the Bobcat waiting by the open grave. Beneath that was the omnipresent chorus of frogs and cicadas from the woods at the bottom of the hill and far beyond that, the occasional ‘whooooooonk’ of a tractor trailer roaring down I-4. All of this registered only vaguely with Adelaide and Lenore, who hadn’t so much as blinked during Al’s last round of explanation and inspection. It wasn’t until the lanky official cleared his throat quite loudly that the brunettes broke off their staredown to fix him with a pair of baleful glares.
“I asked if you understand the rules as presented.” Carpenter explained. “I want to make certain you’re fully aware of the risks inherent with this… awful idea of yours.”
“It was MY idea.” Adelaide corrected. “But the little bird is so eager to find oblivion that she embraced it even more fervently than I exp--”
“Don’t lecture me about oblivion, Brewster.” Lenore interrupted. “Our first match ended with you slumbering in a coffin deep beneath the Madhouse. It’s only fitting that our last match ends with me slamming the lid shut for NNNNGGHHH!”
Adelaide slapped Lenore across the face, bared her teeth for a response that got swatted out of her mouth courtesy an answering shot from the Raven.
Al felt the tension about to explode at any second, so he threw a quick signal that produced a thrumming BWONG from the bell tower of the Madhouse. That it sounded at the precise moment Brewster and Lemarchand locked up was pure coincidence, after the exchange of slaps they simply couldn’t hold back a second longer.
Meeting in a tummy-to-tummy clench, the warring brunettes actually kept their hands out of the other’s hair in favor of shoving at chin or bearing down on shoulder. Deftly wedging the heel of her palm beneath the Courtier’s chin, Adelaide sloooooooowly pushed Lenore’s head backward, then leaned in and let her lips brush that exposed neck. “Tonight’s the night I finally drink you dry, little bird. And when there’s not another drop to be had I’m going to toss your stinking, desiccated remains in that casket and scream with joy when they plow you under once and for--BYTCH!”
Adelaide’s teeth were so close to Lenore’s throat that the night’s first nibble seemed inevitable, but the former World Champion reared back without so much as an amuse-bouche because Lemarchand traced a thumb across her opponent’s left eye!
Rapidly blinking to make sure the slippery bytch hadn’t done any actual damage, Brewster turned to bark at the official only to freeze when Lenore spat, “Don’t think he’s going to help you, sweet heart. He’s here to make sure we don’t kill one another. Torture and injury on the other hand… he won’t lift a finger.”
“Umh, that’s not entirely accur--”
“Shut your mouth, idiot.” Brewster growled without glancing in his direction. Once he was silent, she went on. “You think you can threaten me, little bird? I’ve made you scream. I’ve made you bleed. I took months off your career without even trying so what do you think’s going to happen when I dedicate myself to OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lenore exploded off her back foot, came in low and drove a shoulder deep into her nemesis’ belly. Brewster folded over her back and would’ve hit the ground anyway but that didn’t stop the Fair & Radiant Maiden from hooking Adelaide behind the knees to put a little more ‘ooomph’ on the landing. Scrambling to a knee as soon as they touched down, Lenore wrapped a length of Brewster’s ponytail around one fist and yanked her head off the grass so she could pound punches into the other brunette’s forehead! Adelaide bucked and twisted, even got her legs up around Lemarchand’s waist for a moment but the Raven put an end to the brief insurgency by raking her nails across Adelaide’s eyes!
“DIRTY BYTCH!” Brewster raised her hands to her face to protect against further swipes. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR-- NO F*CK YOU!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting stopped punching in favor of laying claim to her opponent’s right wrist. Twisting ‘round in a smooth quarter circle, Lemarchand draped her right thigh over Adelaide’s chest, then hooked her left leg across opposing neck and laid out full length to wrench the Weeping Angel’s arm with an aggressive JujigatamNO!
Brewster rolled into the pressure and locked her hands in an S-clasp to keep Lemarchand from achieving anything like full torque. Cheek pressed against the back of her foe’s calf, Adelaide powered to one knee and leaned in all the harder. It stacked Lenore on her shoulders tight enough to count as a pin if such a predicament had amounted to anything here on the Madhouse lawn. Since it didn’t Brewster leaned in that much tighter and sank her teeth into the exposed meat of Lemarchand’s gam!
“Errrrrrrhhhhhhh, that all you got, honey?” Lenore sneered. “If you’re looking for something to chew on, try this!”
The Raven pulled her left leg back until that knee was pressed to her own chest. There is stayed while she carefully adjusted that foot against the side of Adelaide’s face and “NRGH! NRGH! NNRRRRRRRHHHH!” Brewster cried out in pain and frustration as Lenore raked the heel of her light hiking boot across the former World Champ’s face once, twice, three times!
“What’s wrong, Addy?” Lenore grunted as she reset her kickin’ leg in hopes of breaking Brewster’s tenacious grasp. “Fake fangs not strong enough to get through shoe leathERRRRHHH LEGGO! LET GO DAMMHUUUFFFFFHH!”
Breaking the S-grip of her own accord, Adelaide remained leaned in nice and snug, the better to keep Lenore from using those dangerous legs. As for her free hand, it spidered down the curve of the Courtier’s lower back until reaching the waistband of her foe’s shorts. Adelaide was sorely tempted to indulge in a particularly violent wedgie, however she restrained herself in favor of a far more strategic hold on the Raven’s denim. Hooks set, she gathered her strength and lifted the other brunette a good two feet off the ground before she dropped back down to THWHUMP her with a miniature Powerbomb!
She felt rather than heard Lemarchand’s head bounce on impact, Adelaide would’ve swore to that, but rather than pop open Lenore flopped backward onto her stomach which in turn pulled / dragged the Daughter of Darkness over onto her face, chest and belly. This new arrangement was far from pleasant (and the mouthful of evening damp grass did nothing for her mood) but Brewster tolerated it as a marked improvement over her last position because Lemarchand couldn’t use her hips to put torque on Adelaide’s elbow.
That being said, the Raven still had a firm grip on her right wrist so the Daughter of Darkness worked her fingers beneath Lenore’s waistband and-- Lemarchand went tense the instant she felt Adelaide rummaging around for her briefs. “Don’t even think about it, slut. Those have a helluva lot more stretch than your fingeOOOOHHHHH BYTCH!”
Adelaide pulled anyway, the grounded grappler yanking up and out at a sharp angle to saw the distended material as forcefully as her grip allowed. Lenore’s wail was deeply satisfying, yet the arrogant tramp still refused to release Brewster’s hand. “Want these back?” she tugged Lemarchand’s bottoms from side to side. “Let go of my f*cking hand and I’ll AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
The Raven did just as Adelaide had feared, the tacky witch wrenching and twisting at her fingers until it felt like they might pop at the knuckle. “I… I can hold out longer than you, Adelaide.” Lenore huffed. “You KNOW I can. So stop pulling like a sorority pledge and OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Adelaide pressed her muzzle to the side of Lemarchand’s encroaching thigh and gnawed until she finally slipped free of the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s clutches. The urge to clutch that thrumming hand to her chest was as strong as it was immediate, yet Adelaide ignored it in favor of throwing herself atop Lemarchand’s back before the other brunette could rise past all fours. Delighted by the breathy ‘oooffffh’ from beneath as Lenore was driven against the cool green grass, Brewster snatched hold of her arch-nemesis’ hair and wrenched her head back just to thum-thum-THUMP it against the ground! Lemarchand grunted, threw an elbow into Brewster’s right flank and managed to fight to her knees despite the awkward positioning. She might’ve made it back to her feet if Adelaide had allowed it, but the Queen of Nightmares wasn’t feeling nearly so generous. Bringing her own stems into play, Brewster grapevined those sinewy ivory legs and wrenched them wide in a Double Leg Grapevine that forced a shrill yelp from the squirming heathen.
“Toothy bytch.” Lenore growled in the midst of struggling onto her elbows. “Get your flat ass off meRRRGGHHUUURRRRK!”
Adelaide slipped her right arm around the Raven’s neck and cupped her left bicep while that hand did the same to the back of Lemarchand’s skull. Her shoulders and biceps shredding into relief as she bore down on the Sleeper, Brewster jostled the hold back ‘n forth for several hard seconds, then craaaaaaaaanked back to put more pressure on her foe’s neck and spine. “Did I just hear you call my ass flat?” Adelaide asked once the initial round of thrashing quieted down.
Lenore answered by digging and worrying at Brewster’s encroaching forearm, she wasn’t about to waste any oxygen on words. The silence seemed to offend Adelaide, who yoked up a little farther while simultaneously grinding her hips against the slim curve of the Raven’s trapped glutes. “I haven’t afforded you the luxury of silence, bytch.” the Daughter of Darkness hissed. “I asked you a question. Answer it!”
“Nuuuhhh… now that I consider the question, your ass isn’t flat.” Lenore huffed. “It’s actually concave, probably from all the times I’ve KICKED it this last WHOOOOAAAAHH ARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAHK!”
Adelaide hunkered in close, then rolled onto her back in a single sinuous motion, the former World Champion keeping the Sleeper cinched in deep the whole time. As for her Grapevine, she relinquished it just long enough to hook her shins against the pits of Lemarchand’s knees, which in turn allowed her to streeeeeeeetch the Courtier’s legs into something dangerously approximating a Wishbone. In no danger of accidentally pinning herself, Adelaide bore down on Lemarchand’s neck while slowly but surely sliding her shins up the insides of her opponent’s thighs to draw them wider still.
“Open your eyes, Raven.” Brewster cooed. “Take in every aspect of the night. Of the wide, carnivorous sky. Open your eyes and soak in all the details you can because you’re not going to see it again for a very long timRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore couldn’t seem to break Adelaide’s grip so she caught hold of her opponent’s ponytail near the base and pulled it hard enough to make Brewster’s eyes water. “It IS a lovely view, isn’t it, Adelaide?” Lemarchand sneered through clenched teeth. “It’s made all the lovelier by the sound of you mewling and whimpering into my OOOOOOOOHHHHHH YOU CUNT, STAAAAAAAAHP!”
Coming to accept that Emily’s Lady in Waiting wouldn’t succumb to her machinations quite yet, the Weeping Angel pulled her left hand away from Lenore’s head and sent it south for a gaudy white-knuckled grip on the center of those straining shorts! The sturdy denim provided *slightly* more protection than lycra alone, but Adelaide compensated for this by squeezing that much harder.
“Submit to me.” Brewster hissed in the struggling brunette’s ear. “Beg for mercy at the top of your lungs and I promise you’ll be unconscious when I dump you in that lovely casket.”
“Nuuuhhh… not on your life.” Lenore moaned. “So just f*ck on outta there with your tacky-ass threaoohhh don’t even think about it you vile bytAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAHHHH!”
Adelaide stopped clawing only to fumble with the zipper on her prey’s shorts. Yanking it down with a single heartless tug, she wormed her claw past those denim defenses before doubling down on the eye-watering Crotch Claw! Practically euphoric in her domination, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show licked the lobe of Lenore’s right ear, then bit down in time with another merciless constriction of the claw. “Did you describe the depths of your humiliations to Allard when you wept in his arms following our last encounter? Or after I denied you the World Title at Season’s Beatings?” Adelaide hissed. “Did the tale make his heart beat a little faster? Did it make you wonder, even for a moment, whether he was sympathizing with your anguish… or thinking of me?”
Breathing hard as the other brunette continued to ravage her togs, Lenore rasped, “Thuuuhh… the only time you make his heart beat faster is when I described the quality of your moans against my asSSSSRRRR--” Lemarchand cut the sob off behind a ferocious ‘clack’ of her teeth despite the telltale ripple and bulge of Adelaide’s talon beneath her shorts.
“Something tells me his pulse is racing almost as fast as yours, little bird.” Brewster cooed. “And he’s enjoying this FAR more than you’ll ever EEEERRRRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
Lenore clamped both hands around either side of Adelaide’s right elbow, pushed it up over her mouth and bit down until Brewster was shrieking like a teakettle! Abandoning the claw to deal with the slut’s chewing, Adelaide kept her fingers hooked as she sought the struggling brunette’s ey--NO!
Lenore caught Brewster’s wrist in one hand, then wrapped her other hand around the former champ’s middle and ring fingers and pulled as hard as she could! Adelaide let out another pained bellow as the renewed assault on her hand caused the Grapevine to finally give way. Twisting over onto her stomach as soon as she was free, Lemarchand pushed onto her knees to make sure she had a solid base when she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED half a dozen heavy Forearm Smashes against Adelaide’s chest!
Forced to assemble a hasty guard to absorb the worst of her attacker’s shots, Brewster brought her legs up and cinched them around the Raven’s waist for a Scissors. “Desperate cow.” the resultant constriction disrupted Lemarchand’s rhythm long enough for Adelaide to clamp down on her wrists. “You’re going to beg until your voice gives OOOOWWWWWWWWW SHYT!”
Lenore pistoned her hands straight up, powering free from Brewster’s clutches only to palm the other woman’s head on both sides. Just like that her thumbs found Adelaide’s eyes and the Raven got some revenge for the torture she’d suffered back at Season’s Beatings!
Forgetting about everything else when Lemarchand started gouging at her face, Brewster hauled herself up until she was practically sitting in Lenore’s lap. Instead of trying to prize the slattern’s hands offa her face, the Daughter of Darkness looped both arms around Lenore’s arms and drew her into a grinding Bear Hug! “I don’t rely on sight to make you suffer, little bird.” Brewster snarled through the painful grind. “All I need is the beat of your pulse and the tang of your terrified sweat to make your life a living heNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand snapped her forehead into the bridge of Adelaide’s nose, a sawed-off Headbutt that brought tears to the brunette’s already stinging eyes. Wresting free of the Hug once she’d removed her thumbs from Brewster’s eyes, Lenore seized her prey’s ponytail in both hands and hauled the both of ‘em to their feet. Adelaide lunged into a clench as soon as they were upright, the Weeping Angel wrapping her arms around Lemarchand’s biceps to keep the bytch from imposing her “UUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lenore stuffed a Kneelift into her rival’s crotch, the proximity Brewster had sought ensuring she had no chance to avoid the breath-stealing blow. “Snuuuhh… sneaking cunt.” Adelaide moaned as she sagged against the hard-eyed Raven. “These tricks won’t be enough to save OOFFFHH!” Lemarchand stuffed her with two more knees, these directly above the stunned wrestler’s waistband.
“They aren‘t tricks, they‘re receipts.” Lenore hissed once she’d prized apart Brewster’s sagging grasp. “And does it feel like I need saving, sweetie?”
Adelaide wasn’t allowed time to reply because Lenore doubled her over with a third Kneelift. Gifted with the undefended curve of her rival’s back, Lemarchand caught the bottom edge of Adelaide’s tank-top in both hands and pulled it level with the other brunette’s head. Not *over* her head mind you, as a simple stripping would’ve left Brewster’s arms free. By stopping where she did, Lenore effectively pinned Adelaide’s arms overhead in a catty sort of twist on the old hockey fight staple. Not only that, this arrangement left Brewster blinded by her own attire and thus unable to mount a proper defense when Emily’s Lady in Waiting leaned over and raaaaaaaaaaaked her nails up the full length of Adelaide’s nearly bare back!
“BYDGE!” Brewster shrieked in muffled rage as she straightened up with the effort of trying to wrest the tank-top all the way off. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand spiked her navel with a stiff Toe Kick, then scored Adelaide’s back again when she folded up around the blunt encroachment. “What was that?” Lenore sneered to the blinded, fumbling batter. “It was hard to make out, sounded like you were trying to hold back tearEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide charged in, lowered a shoulder and managed to cinch her arms around the Courtier’s waist. Plowing forward without any thought to where they were headed, Brewster scraped and clawed at her attacker’s lower back for several seconds before she found Lenore’s bottoms and raised them with a single prolonged tug.
Jaw clenched as Adelaide marched her down the slight incline, Lemarchand threw a leg back and planted it like a kickstand to halt their progress. “Swear to God, you’ve worked my trunks for the last time.” Lenore punctuated this statement with a few quick elbows to the center of Brewster’s back, then gave the former World Champ a taste of her own medicine with a wedgie strong enough to put Adelaide on tiptoe.
Loathe to cede any skirmish to the hated other, Adelaide plowed forward against Lenore’s tummy while simultaneously shaking her head from side to side in hopes of getting free of that damned tank-THERE! Brewster wriggled free of the confining fabric and promptly sank her teeth into Lemarchand’s side just above the curve of her right hip! Lenore hissed in surprised pain and might’ve done some biting of her own if she’d been in any position to do so. Since she was not, the Fair & Radiant Maiden doubled down on her waistband grip and pulled until Adelaide was stamping her feet in agony! Releasing the hold when she felt Brewster’s mouth fall away, Lemarchand transitioned to a rough Front Facelock and pounded half a dozen heavy Forearm Smashes across Adelaide’s shoulders.
This repeated bludgeoning finally brought the Queen of Nightmares to one knee, although she was returned to verticality almost immediately thereafter when Lenore caught a double fistful of that distended tank-top and ripped it over her head. Startled by the abrupt removal of her restraints, Brewster caught an Elbow Smash flush in the mouth and offered no argument when Lemarchand spun her in a half circle. Catching the discombobulated brunette in a Waistlock so tight it could’ve doubled as a Reverse Bear Hug, Lenore dragged her knotted fists across Adelaide’s hitching belly as she murmured, “An animal like you doesn’t deserve the courtesy of actual wrestling maneuvers but I wasn’t about to let this end without throwing your ass all over this lawn.”
Brewster clamped down on Lemarchand’s wrists and dropped into a deep crouch in an attempt to block her nemesis’ efforts. “You always did think too small, little bird.” Adelaide grunted. “You’re content to throw, whereas I’m going to BLEED you all over this lawWHOOAAAOOOFFFFFHH!”
Deadweight be damned, the Raven crouched deep and slooooooooowly powered Adelaide up until her legs were bicycling in the air. Lenore let her hang there for a moment before she popped her hips and snapped backward to THWHUMP Brewster to the turf courtesy a German Suplex.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm-RzS8C1fE
In the ring she would’ve bridged as high as she could to keep Adelaide folded in half, but nothing mattered until they reached the grave so Lenore let loose and spun to one knee. “Look at that, bat breath.” Lemarchand patted the former World Champion’s tush because she could. “Your blind stumbling has taken us more than halfway to the grave! Guess that means it’s up to me to take us the rest of the way.”
Adelaide’s only answer was to roll to all fours, so Lenore grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Contrary to her previous statement, Lemarchand pointed her prey back the way they’d came, then stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent her on her way with an Irish Wh--Lenore dug in her heels and reeled Adelaide forward so the Courtier could ‘smeck’ her arms around opposing waist. Just like that she dipped down deep and hurled Brewster up and over with a Belly to Belly Suplex that THWHAPPED Addy down flat in the thick grass.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBzTAiMENCQ
Adelaide bounced to a seat, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other fluttered near her mouth to stifle another galling scream. “Closer still, Brewster.” Lenore murmured as she stalked toward the slumped bloodsucker. “Do you want to crawl in like a good little monster or can I keep putting the boots to your--”
She would’ve said ‘ass’ if Adelaide hadn’t broken into a shrill, mean laugh. Twisting around on one knee to initiate brazen eye-contact with her rival, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show said, “Listen to you. Speaking as though have the power to intimidate, let alone carry out such audacious threats. Just who the f*ck do you think I am? Elise? Amara?”
Lenore had stopped a few yards shy of her adversary on the good chance that the penitent predator decided to lunge. Eyes locked on Brewster, the Raven shook her head. “On the contrary, I consider those women a much higher class of villain. After all, they both hold submission victories over me. What do you have? Cheap shots and a desperate injur--”
Adelaide stood up and took a step forward. “I’ll have your heart. Figurative or literal, it doesn’t matter to--”
“Kiss my ass.” Lenore interrupted. “The fact is you took my eye because I already took YOUR heart… three years ago when I punted your sorry ass out of the Queen’s Chamb--”
The Queen of Nightmares came forward, her head darting like a striking snake’s as the first hint of red began to plume from the center of her pursed “MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Lemarchand stuffed a hand against Brewster’s mouth and pinched her nostrils to make sure her nemesis had to choke on the damned Mi-- Adelaide brought her left hand up and across in a vicious arc that flung a miniature cloud of Madhouse earth into the Raven’s unsuspecting eyes!
Spitting the rest of the stifled mist onto the lawn without once breaking stride, Adelaide caught hold of the Courtier’s hair, then hopped up and landed with her feet braced against Lenore’s thighs. Hunkered forward after the landing, Brewster snagged her chattel’s head in a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHUNK Lemarchand’s noggin into the dirt courtesy of the Wolvesbane DDT! Lenore managed a fine impression of a lawn dart for the span between heartbeats, then her muscles caught up with her nerves and she flopped onto her back to take in a swirling galaxy of stars that might’ve been confined to her skull.
Beside her Adelaide rolled to all fours and spat the rest of the Mist onto the grass with a decidedly phlegmy rasp. “You vain, arrogant bytch.” she hissed at the flattened Courtier. “Don’t you DARE diminish the hell I’ve put you through before tonight! For all they accomplished Singh and Winterrest FAILED when it counted, but I, I dismissed you with the sternest rebukes possiblHURGHK!”
Lenore reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat, the Raven squeezing hard enough to make Adelaide’s eyes go wide. “I… took the Madhouse… from you.” Lemarchand huffed. “And you’re still not overOOOOFFFFHHH!”
“F*CK THE MADHOUSE!” the Queen of Nightmares shrieked as she buried a vicious Double Axehandle in the other brunette’s navel! The shot sat Lenore up or at least started her on the way before Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and thum-thum-THUMPED her head against the ground. Furious in spite of her control, Adelaide bounced the other brunette’s skull one more time, then popped up and circled around to Lemarchand’s feet. “You love this place so much? You’re welcome to it!” she seized hold of Lenore’s ankles, hauled her legs up in a wide ‘V’ and immediately dropped a knee between her nemesis’ thighs.
The Fair & Radiant Maiden let out a piteous moan and twisted quite forcefully, but she couldn’t get off her back because Brewster had trapped her shins beneath her armpits. Hands locked in a white-knuckle clasp, Adelaide straightened up and continued to rant. “You can be queen of this crazy little shyt heap until the stars go out for all I care! Me? I’ve got a World Title to regain…and a pet bird to bury in the back yard.”
Too nauseated from the Low Blow to manage a cogent response, Lemarchand’s nearly inaudible moaning rose to a single distressed wail once Adelaide muscled her off the ground and began to spin! Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Adelaide getting some impressive lift on the Giant Swing in spite of the uneven terrain. Alas there were no other lowing chattel about to count the number of rotations, so Brewster tolled it off herself, the Daughter of Darkness reaching lucky ‘THIRTEEN!’ before she let loose and sent Lenore hurtling down the gentle slope. Lemarchand landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders and tumbled over once, twice, three times to come to rest on her stomach with no more than ten feet between her and the looming darkness of the grave.
GIANT SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fy-PSBbvR4
“GET UP!” Adelaide shrieked at her prey once she’d fought off the worst of the Swing-induced dizziness. “GET UP LEMARCHAND! I WANT YOU STANDING WHEN I THROW YOU IN THAT GOD FORSAKEN HOLE!”
Head spinning, gut-churning, Lenore took several deep breaths, then planted her hands in the grass and slowly struggled to verticality. “Ruuuuuuuhhhh… right here, Adelaide.” she muttered. “We gonna finish this or are you gonna keep running your goddamned moutHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Brewster came at her hell-bent for leather, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show lowering a shoulder and launching off her back foot to bury a Spear deep in Lemarchand’s midsection. Folded in half by the piercing blow, Lenore ceded at least half the distance between herself and the grave before she even touched down on the summer-damp grass. Thrilled by the apparently endless darkness contained within that looming trench, Adelaide shoveled Lenore onto her stomach, grabbed hold of her hair and began to draaaaaag her toward the edge.
“Quote me some Poe, little bird.” Brewster growled. “A selection from the Telltale Heart or the Pit and the Pendulum. Or better yet, the Premature Burial!” Fighting that terrible pull with every bit of her remaining strength, Lenore dug in and pushed to all fours. The resultant burn in her scalp was far from pleasant, but it was better than an ungainly plunge into that subterranean dark. “Why so quiet, little bird?” Adelaide asked, her tone dripping with hatred. “Don’t tell me sheer terror has robbed you of your literary sensibil--”
“Eat me, bytch.” Lemarchand grunted. “I’m not going to waste so much as haiku on you. It’s not like you’ll remember a damned thing when you’re clawing at the lid of that OOOFFFFNNNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness stepped over the penitent Courtier and dropped into a deep, DEEP crouch that drove every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds into the small of Lenore’s back. Vengeful hands reached for the Raven’s hair only to alight on the neckline of her tank-top at the last moment. Hooks set, Brewster stood up and pulled out to split the garment straight up the back with a long, dry rip! Lenore enjoyed the breeze on her skin for all of a second or so, then Adelaide crooked her fingers into tines and began to rake her rival’s back like she meant to scrape on through to the other side!
“YOU’RE BEATEN!” Adelaide screamed down at the wailing brunette. “BEATEN!” (raaaaaaaake!) “BROKEN!” (raaaaaaaake!) “READY FOR THE GRAVE!” (raaaaaaaake!) The Queen of Nightmares crouched down again, the curve of her glutes pressed heavily to Lemarchand’s scored flesh. Plunging a fist into her prey’s long hair, Brewster peeled Lenore’s head back and hissed, “You know you’re going in the hole, little bird. But you’ll admit my superiority before you--”
“F*ck you.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden snarled. “You’re not superior. You were the only viable alternative when Miranda realized I was already spoken FEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide snatched hold of the dying bird’s left bicep and yanked that arm up and back across the sweat-slick plank of her thigh. She secured Lenore’s right arm shortly thereafter, though rather than complete a traditional Camel Clutch the Sanguinaire Smoke Show tied it down with a Half Nelson. In the same breath she reached across with her left hand, grabbed Lemarchand’s exposed wrist and pulled the limb snug against her foe’s throat to complete a back-mounted version of Miranda’s favorite Cobra Clutch. Yoking back to strain Lenore’s spine while simultaneously throttling the life from her, Brewster cooed, “Don’t even entertain the idea that I’m going to choke you out before I toss you in the casket. Oh, you’ll be gasping for air and your vision will be tunneling, but you have my word that you’ll be awake and aware when that lid slams shut.” Lenore gurgled and wriggled as best she could, but all she managed was an awkward grip on her tormentor’s ponytail. “That’s fine, pull all you want brat.” Adelaide murmured. “Struggle always makes the vintage that much sweeter.” With that she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the side of Lemarchand’s neck for a gulping, suckling ‘drink’ that lasted ten seconds or more!
Licking her lips as she pulled away from the fresh gleaming welt, the Weeping Angel nipped Lenore’s ear and sighed. “Mmmmmmmmhhhh, a delightful bouquet of shattered pride, mounting terror and soul-wracking humiliation. It’s a truly exquisite flavor profile, I hope you don’t think me rude if I sample another glass.”
“Huuuuhhhh… I hope… hope you…” Lenore’s response gave way to a soft whining as Brewster worked the Cobra Clutch like a terrier shaking a rat. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite make that out.” the former World Champion chided. “Say it again, I dare yoEERRMMRRRPPPHHH!”
Lenore’s left hand, which she’d surreptitiously filled with a massive clod of dirt, flew up and across, the infuriated Raven stuffing her prize into that hated maw. “I SAID I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT, BYTCH!”
Brewster’s answer was an ugly, gagging cough as she pulled her head away from the hateful heathen’s straining hand. The separation allowed her to spit out a great deal of the earthy intrusion and that was good, however the shift in her perch allowed Lenore to wrench free of the Cobra Clutch and twist onto her back. Adelaide was only aware of this change only as a vague squirming beneath her haunches, it wasn’t until Lemarchand mashed another massive clod against her face that she realized the miserable bird was free.
“VILE WHORE!” Brewster shrieked, her rage simultaneously muffled and distorted by the soil.
“What’sa matter, Addy?” Lenore sat up as best she could in an effort to continue the force-feeding. “Grave dirt a little too rich for your paletNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide swatted her nemesis’ arm aside and hammered a rough Double Axehandle into Lemarchand’s sternum, knocking her flat once again. A voice in the back of her head screamed at Brewster to finish the Raven then and there, but the dirt in her mouth was too much of a distraction and she crawled away from the vulnerable battler to deal with it in relative peace. Clambering to her feet once she’d created a little space, Adelaide staggered over to the Bobcat and crumpled against the side of the cab. Her presence made the operator understandably nervous, not that Brewster ever once acknowledged his presence. She was far too busy coughing, retching, spitting and otherwise expelling what felt like several square feet of Madhouse lawn. Respiration smoothing out after several long seconds, the Queen of Nightmares flipped sweat-soaked hair off her face as she sought out the desperate, duplicitous Courtier. “A cluuuhh… clever ploy, little bird.” she growled. “Just not clever enough to save ARRRRRHHH NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Back on her feet for the first time in what felt like ever, Lenore snatched a handful of the dirt mounded by the Bobcat’s shovel and flung it at Brewster’s eyes. Adelaide got a forearm up and twisted her head aside to avoid the worst of it, but it meant she was dangerously preoccupied when Lemarchand charged in and BWAAANGED her against the side of the earth-moving equipment with a Spear! Brewster doubled up, actually managed to hammer a few Forearm Smashes across Lenore’s shoulders before shoving her away. Gasping for breath in the wake of the Spear and Lemarchand’s dirt-clod buffet, Brewster turned around and reached for the door handle, much to the operator’s dismay. Whether she actually meant to enter the cab was a mystery destined to remain unsolved because Lenore caught a huge handful of hair and bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-bwonk-BWONKED her nemesis’ forehead against the steel mesh ‘window’ no less than half a dozen times!
“Where are you going, fang face?” Lemarchand barked at the flagging fighter. “Where the f*ck do you think you’re goiOOFFFHHH!”
Adelaide slammed an elbow into her stomach, spun around and wrapped both hands around Lenore’s throat. “Nowhere you bytch.” she answered in a sibilant serpent’s hiss. “I’m not going ANYWHERE. You however are about to disappear for AAAAAARRRRRRHHHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting ‘smecked’ her hands against the sides of Adelaide’s skull and drove her thumbs into Adelaide’s eyes! “You want to send me off into the dark, princess?” she snarled as Brewster clawed and prized at her wrists. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that!” Lenore BWONKED the back of Adelaide’s noggin against the mesh one more time, then switched over to a hair-hold and spun around in a half circle so her back was to the side of the cab. Hooking her right arm around the back of Brewster’s head, Lemarchand leaned forward to dip her adversary for what might’ve been a dance move if she hadn’t abruptly snapped up and BWAAAANGED Adelaide’s face against the steel mesh! Legs undone by the Reverse STO, Adelaide collapsed to her knees, then slopped onto one side while Lenore leaned on the Bobcat like she might fall over at any moment.
REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8DJRI7t52Y
Eventually she stepped over Brewster, turned around and laid claim to wrist and ankle so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaaag the stunned brunette several feet away from the rumbling equipment. Satisfied with her work, the Raven made her way back to the Bobcat and spoke to the increasingly nervous fella behind the wheel. “Something tells me this is more than you signed on for, but you’ve been great so far. It’s almost time for your moment, I just need you to hang tight a little while longer, ok?”
“Ummmmhhh, yeah sure, I guess.” the man replied. “Hey, what’re you doing?”
Lenore didn’t have time to answer, she was too busy climbing up the side of the cab. This raised no small amount of consternation from Al as well, though the ref was wise enough to hold his tongue until she’d made it to the roof of the cab. “You’re pretty high up, Lenore!” he called out. “Whatever you’ve got in mind, you sure it’s the smartest play?”
“Smartest? Absolutely not.” Lenore huffed. “But it sure feels right.”
Al didn’t get another chance to talk her out of it because the Fair & Radiant Maiden leapt off the Bobcat in a headfirst dive she converted into a sheer somersault about half a heartbeat before she THAWHUMPED down with all her weight across Adelaide’s heaving chest! Lenore ended up in a slumped seat while Brewster rolled onto her right shoulder and hip, the crushed brunette’s chest and tummy almost molded to the curve of Lenore’s lower back.
BLACK SWAN-TON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9dbmORbc68
“Thuuuuhhhh… that the best you’ve got, f*cker?” Adelaide rasped. “I’m insulted. Thought… thought I was supposed to be your nemesiSSSERRRGGGH!”
Lemarchand trudged to one knee, secured her prey with a handful of hair and waistband and pulled Adelaide onto her stomach. Sidling around to the other brunette’s feet in a single deft motion, Lemarchand threaded her right leg around Brewster’s left thigh, then grabbed that ankle and folded her foe’s lower leg over the intruding stem and sat down to pin Adelaide’s leg in the trap created by the back of her thigh and calf. From there she reached out with her left hand, cupped Adelaide’s chin and cranked it back just far enough to thread her left leg into place beneath the Weeping Angel’s jaw.
Al and the absentee audience hipped to the Raven’s plant at this point and Brewster must’ve too because she raked Lemarchand’s thigh as hard and fast as she could. Lenore grimaced but kept to the task at hand, namely leaning forward to plant both hands on the other side of Adelaide’s struggling frame. Doing so tumbled Brewster onto her back a heartbeat before Emily’s Lady in Waiting crossed her ankles to effectively trap her opponent’s head, left arm and left leg in a triangle that encompassed most of her body! Hands planted flat, Lenore pushed up and back while squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing Adelaide’s skull between her thigh and calf.
CRADLE OF AMONTILLADO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yo0-hWiGZo
Dragged onto her left side by the Cradle of Amontillado, Adelaide raked at Lenore’s shin with her free hand and when that didn’t work she reached over and sank a claw into the Raven’s left thigh, just below the crease of her buttock. “Guuuhhhh… get offa me, bytch.” she rasped. “You know you can’t hold meEEEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand went up and down in a series of predatory push-ups that increased the pressure on Adelaide’s suffering skull. Grimacing through the sting and burn of that frantic talon, Lenore snapped, “You still want a quote, honey. Here’s something appropriate… Nemo me impune lacessit.”
Brewster had no idea what it meant and she legitimately gave no shyts. At the moment all she wanted was to escape the hellacious hold, but the blood was thundering in her temples, the strain on her left leg and shoulder was almost unbearable and she could feel her one remaining grip weakening by the second.
From somewhere high above, that hated voice. “Still awake, Fortunado?”
“Fuuuuhhhh… fuuuuuhhhh…. f*ck you.” Adelaide was horrified and disgusted to feel a little drool running down her chin as she voiced the anemic reply.
Lenore shook her head ‘no’, shifted her weight to her right hand so she could reach back with the left and catch hold of Brewster’s ponytail. “No, f*ck YOU, honey.” she said in the midst of a single sustained pull. “You’re going out, and soon. I’d suggest you take one last look at the sky, if you can.”
Pretty face flushed an ugly red by the crushing power of Lemarchand’s leg, Adelaide dug into the bytch’s thigh one more time, before her grip gave way and she was reduced to hapless swatting. “Luuuuuuhhhhhh…. leggohhhh…” Brewster found the Raven’s wrist but couldn’t curl her fingers to scratch, let alone get a grip. “Staaaaahhhp.” she wheezed. “Staaaahp Lenoreerrrrggggherrrrgghhhhhuuuurrrrgk….”
Lenore reared up and leaned back, the vengeful bendy-back effectively bouncing on her rival’s trapped noggin. No quotations or demands now, Lemarchand only rocked in place while Adelaide’s escape efforts assumed a feverish, frantic pitch as the Cradle of Amontillado stole away the rest of her air.
It took another twenty, perhaps even thirty seconds, but ultimately the hand pawing at Lenore’s backside fell to the grass and didn’t move.
Breathing hard from atop her perch, the Courtier looked over one shoulder and sighed, “Check her please, Al.”
Carpenter knelt beside the action, took Adelaide’s wrist without raising it. “You understand knocking her out doesn’t end the match?”
“I do. But I don’t want the monster waking up while I get her into the damned ground.”
The official nodded his understanding, then raised the insensate brunette’s arm as high as it would go. Even though she’d expected just such an outcome, Lemarchand breathed a sigh of relief when Brewster’s knuckles touched the grass once, twice, three times.
From that point on things were remarkably uneventful.
Lenore relinquished the hold, trudged over to the grave and laid down on her stomach to maneuver the casket lid open. A quick check confirmed the soft hiss of the oxygen tank and a deep breath from the mask put a little extra pep in Lemarchand’s step when she made her way back to the slumbering Nightmare Queen. Seizing Brewster at wrist and ankle, Lenore dragged her to the edge of the grave, then hopped down into the casket so she could trundle her burden the rest of the way in.
Adelaide let out a weary groan when she landed on the soft lining, but that was all. Satisfied the monster was truly, deeply asleep, the Raven checked the mask one more time, then pulled it down over her opponent’s face.
“Sweet dreams, Adelaide.” Lenore kissed her fingertips, pressed them to Brewster’s forehead and boosted herself out of the hole. The THWHUMP of the lid closing was almost overwhelmed by the loud grumbling of the Bobcat, as well as the patter and thump of all that dirt shoveled into the grave.
Hands on her hips when the bell in the Madhouse steeple tolled again, Lenore’s eyes remained on the freshly turned earth until Al touched her shoulder. “I believe this is yours.” He handed her a simple wooden cross painted white. On the top was a simple painting of a bat. Beneath it was a name: ADELAIDE BREWSTER: Hefting it in both hands, she trudged to the grave, raised it high overhead and dropped to her knees, all the better to slam the pointed base into the dirt.
“I know it’s all symbolic.” she murmured to the cross. “I know the techs will have you out of there minutes after the camera shuts off. But I hope part of you stays down there forever. And I hope… I pray… that my face is the one that wakes you in a fit of screaming.”
With that she stood, hooked her thumbs together and raised the Raven sigil to the starry sky. She was still holding it when the broadcast cut back to the FAWN Arena ten seconds later.