Post by walkindude on Nov 17, 2019 15:02:16 GMT
Hello Friends,
Got a very special edition of the Oil Report for your perusal on this gray November morn.
Enjoy!
~rf
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Gabby Mendoza ruined everything.
Lenore Lemarchand was within a win, maybe two of securing her rubber match with the Babyfaced Killer and what did the miserable little snot go and do? Get annihilated by Pandora. PANDORA of all freakin’ people. Which wasn’t to say that Lemarchand hadn’t enjoyed the former Courtier’s demolition of the second Baroness, but even in the midst of her enjoyment the Raven knew she’d have to cross swords with the big blonde terror if she wanted to A) get her claws on Mendoza and B ) prove she was the most talented wrestler the Pit had produced.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
PANDORA:
Thankfully (?) neither Panny or Bethany Christian had made her wait long, as the Beach Titan demanded a gauntlet of sorts pitting herself against the two previous Baroness’. Mendoza, brat that she was, demanded to go second and the Fair & Radiant Maiden wasn’t about to shy away from a challenge, not even one on Hard Mode.
Now they were ten minutes into the match and though she was breathing hard (she’d borne the brunt of Panny’s crushing curves more than once) the ivory-complexioned brunette managed to hold her own with an evasive stick & move strategy that saw her deliver kick after kick after kick to the former World Champion’s right thigh. Moments ago she’d earned the first genuine ‘OOOOOOOHHH!’ from her own supporters when she’d dipped clear of a Pandora Avalanche Splash to send the Destroyer’s Destroyer ‘OOOOOFFFHING!’ into the Pit wall.
Didn’t take Pandora off her feet of course, that’s why the Raven went low and THUMPED her left shoulder into the pit of her opponent’s right knee! Pandora hit with a screech and a ‘splorsh’ that seemed to displace a whole ocean of oil, but Lemarchand took no time to enjoy it. Rather she snatched Panny’s right foot, pulled that leg away from her body and dropped to the floor while simultaneously Scissoring her stems around the blonde’s bruised thigh.
“Grrrrgggghhhhhh!” Pandora planted her hands in the oil and sat up, the curvaceous powerhouse shaking her head ‘no’ to keep the ref from bothering with anything stupid. Lenore sent another pulse through the Legbar and wrenched the blonde’s ankle for good measure.
“Give up, Pandora.” she demanded after several seconds. “It’s Gabby I’m after, not you.”
"But it's me you've got, scarecrow," Panny hissed between gritted teeth. The flaxen-haired force of nature used her free leg to launch a Roundhouse Lemarchand deflected with a raised arm. A couple more heavy kicks from FAWN's Most Feared had Lenore's guarding limb humming, but the Raven continued to pour the pressure into the big blonde's trapped, tawny stem, scissoring and twisting.
With Pandora floor-bound, wincing, and seemingly unable to break free, some in the crowd considered the thought of a two-time Baroness. The idea became substantially less likely when Pandora's next sweep of her freed leg swept over Lenore's defenses and PLOWED into the Raven's right cheek. The brunette's braincase whipped away from the impact like it might be unscrewed by the force.
Her foe's Scissors melting, Panny 'walked' backwards on her palms to pull the aching limb free from Lemarchand, only stopping when the wall was behind her. "Emily told me to take it easy on ya. Any more of that," Pandora shook out her gam while struggling to vertical, "and I won't be held responsible.
Lemarchand didn’t reply at once, she was too busy trying to clear her head from the kick-induced stars. Rolling to all fours, she fought to verticality only to back up immediately as Pandora started to walk her down. “What’s the matter tuff girl, oil not so fun when you’ve gotta face someone taller than five foot three? Or maybe you’re having trouble because I haven’t had two other matches al--”
Panny lunged and Lenore surged to meet her only to dip low and right at the last possible second. Pandora stamped a foot in frustration, then cried out in surprise when the skinny bytch had the nerve to raaaaaake the expanse of that broad golden back! “BYTCH!” The Baroness lashed out with whistling backhand that would’ve smashed Lenore’s cheek if the brunette hadn’t got her forearms up in time. Even so it wasn’t anything like a clean escape as the Beach Behemoth clamped that hand down on the nape of Lenore’s neck and reeled her into a shot that THWHUMPED the broad side of her thigh across the smaller wrestler’s trim tummy!
Lemarchand collapsed to her knees, allowing Panny to wrench her head backward for a few tart slaps across the mouth. “Just not strong enough, honey.” she explained. “Now I’m gonna smear you all over the floor of this NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lenore THWHUMPED a vicious Hammer Fist into the blonde’s right thigh, then followed it with two straight shots to opposing belly! Pandora’s grip shifted to something far looser on the brunette’s shoulders, so Lenore palmed her hips in both hands and just buried a Headbutt in that fearsome midsection! FAWN’s most feared doubled over without going down, so Lemarchand caught hold of her ankles and yanked the former World Champion onto her butt with a heavy ‘plop!’
“You’re right, I’m not nearly as strong as you.” the Raven admitted as she circled ‘round behind. “That’s why I have to tie you in knots, big girl.” With that she dipped beneath Panny’s right arm and deftly trapped it beneath her own left bicep in a snug Armbar. In the same motion she planted her left heel inside the blonde’s left thigh, tossed Panny’s other arm over that gammy post and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a seated Abdominal Stretch!
“You want it to the leg, Panny?” Lenore used her free hand to pound more shots into the Baroness’ welted thigh. “Or maybe to the tummy?” She shifted over to several quick punches to the blonde’s belly, secured a claw that saw her index finger digging DEEP into the Beach Behemoth’s navel. “No rush, you can think it over while I’m wearing you out!”
And while Pandora huffed and mewled as Lenore's attack worked its way into the most vaunted, daunting portion of her foe's storied frame, the focus in the steely baby blues of Panny showed she might be worn but was in no way worn out. Getting her feet beneath her while agonizing over the Raven's admittedly expert assault proved no easy task. Yet, despite Lenore shaking her head in dismay, the buxom Baroness did just that. Scooping an arm behind Lemarchand's left knee, Pandora not only began to rise, but lift Lenore's feet off the oily plastic. It's the kind of show of force that left many a fan's mouth agape and able to manage only one word.
Pandora.
Having lost her Stretch, a panicky Lenore snaked her arms around the blonde's head, ending in a tight Sleeper. The Raven wrenched violently from side to side and, while Panny's steps were not rock solid on the slippery surface, she's able to carry the wide-eyed Raven toward a wall. From a few feet out, Pandora turned her back and more importantly Lenore's to the enclosure's edge and backpedaled, SANDWICHING the slender, sinewy Baroness Classic between Panny's Amazonian frame and the unyielding Pit wall. Lenore's grip on Pandora's noggin unhinged after a second forced Raven Sandwich. Reaching over her right shoulder, Panny latched onto Lenore's skull, dipped, and judo tossed Lemarchand over her shoulder, the dark-haired grappler landing on her tailbone and sliding a couple feet before stopping. Lenore reflexively reached for her backside, even with the blow cushioned by the spongy Pit floor. What wasn’t afforded any remediation was a follow-up punt to the base of the Courtier’s spine.
A grimacing Lenore straightened like she’d been touched with a cattle-prod in the wake of Pandora’s kick, unfortunately it didn’t provide the necessary jolt to get the Raven back on her feet. That was fine with Pandora, who made a show of swishing her hips as she strolled by on the brunette’s left. Tapping the far wall with one possessive finger, the Towering Terror whipped around on her heel and ran straight back at her foe! Panny took to the skies when she was still several steps out, the former World Champion stretching herself out at near perfect forty-five degree angle to just THWHAP-SPLOOT Lenore to the Pit floor with a high impact Basement Crossbody!
The Raven’s legs kicked up straight as her back collided with the warm oil, but of course pins didn’t mean a damned thing so the blonde colossus popped to her feet and skipped over the shuddering brunette en route to the opposite wall. Only vaguely aware of her opponent’s rumbling departure, Lenore rolled over onto her stomach and pushed to all fours, the former Baroness doing her damndest to-- “OOOOOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Pandora returned for a second pass, this one a more traditional ’Big’ Splash delivered directly across the Raven’s lower back! Crushed flat beneath those imposing curves, Lemarchand could only squirm as Pandora braced her elbows in the oil, cupped her cheeks in both hands and kicked her feet in a classic ’starlet enjoying the beach’ pose.
“THAT’S why I’M Baroness now.” Panny exclaimed once she’d sat up and shoveled Lenore onto her back. “And THIS is why you can’t catch your breath!”
She threw herself forward and SMECKED down with all her weight atop Lenore’s tummy! Then she pushed up and dropped down for another sawed-off Splash!
Then another.
And another.
And another.
And another!
Pandora just piling up the Splash deficit as she crushed the breath and the fight from her gaping, grimacing bendyback.
But Pandora wasn’t nearly done showing anyone who thinks Lenore was the OG Pit Boss how wrong they were. Panny scraped what little was left of the Raven off the slippery plastic, standing Lemarchand like a rag doll in front of her. The blonde behemoth sent her palms into Lenore's armpits and lifted the slumped brunette off her feet, raising her in a crucifix-like carry the few steps to the nearest wall. She tossed the brunette the rest of the way, Lenore's spine and the back of her head BANGING against the edifice.
Nearly out on her feet, a dazed Raven stumbled to the waiting open maw of Panny's wide arms. The REAL Baroness surrounded Lenore in a tight embrace, wrapping her limbs around the ivory midriff of the Raven and lifting her a good foot off the floor. Already loose in the blonde's grip, Lenore went dishrag in seconds after Pandora rattled her back and forth like a chew toy then tossed her into the oily goo with a SPLERSH, not even bothering to watch Lemarchand's ending.
Pandora dusted off her palms dramatically, as if any dust would be present in her greasy maulers. She turned regally to the splayed Raven and PLANTED a foot on Lenore's softly rolling bosom for a pin that wouldn't matter with the…
ONE…
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand lifted a shoulder off the floor, perhaps just a spasmodic involuntary reflex. Whether there was thought behind it or not, Pandora is not pleased. Moving to Lenore's side, the glistening, bronzed Amazon leapt over the Raven and SPLASHES A LAST TIME in a Crossbody that left Lemarchand a grease spot among the oily environs.
Panny seductively swung from Crossbody to full body coverage and slipped her arms beneath the head of the brunette, propping the semiconscious Raven's face upward to be better swallowed by Pandora's ravenous cleavage. Lenore shuddered for a few moments before falling still, arms and legs limp beneath FAWN's Most Feared. With Lenore motionless, a worried Nick Castle waved wildly for the bell. Pandora took a few seconds to respond, shyt-eating grin growing wide. Slowly, she slid off the snoozing Lenore, rose and put her conquering foot back in place this time on Lemarchand's crotch.
She nodded domineeringly.
"This pathetic bird thought she owned the Pit? Emily. I hope you see who should be your right-hand woman. Toss this useless toerag aside like I have!"
Pandora stepped off her victim and reached down to slip both sets of fingers under the rim of the Raven's bottoms. With the help of the oil, she peeled them off rather easily and twirled them like a mini-lasso on an extended index finger.
Panny turns to the nearest lens. "Mendoza. I know you beat this bytch. But not like that. And I'm going make your night so much worse than hers. Start your doomsday clock. I have."
Fade to commercial.
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Lenore’s exhausted carcass had been hauled out of the pit mere minutes earlier and already the wildly entertaining intermission between Pandora’s attempted double-play was threatening to add another greasy body to another infirmary cot.
Emily and the Court made certain dawn came to Eternal Midnight, Miranda and her dreams of perpetual night scattered to the far corners of the Earth. But her acolytes… or in this particular instance, her Inquisitor, Tiffany Mayes, remained.
TIFFANY MAYES:
GINNIFER CHADWICK:
Seemingly unleashed with the demolition and departure of her leader, Mayes was a devil in a blue bikini, treating G-Honey Ginnifer Chadwick like a heretic to be purged. Days earlier The Gorgeous One demanded her spot on the Pit card, considering herself the perfect lead-in for G-Money Gabby Mendoza’s triumphant return to Oil Royalty. Wanting her piece of slippery success, Chadwick left the contract open and was now wishing she hadn’t.
Tiffany, already having tied Gin Blossom in a variety of Gordian knots, using her foe’s limbs to bring fire and brimstone to the ivory-skinned Ginnifer, now concentrated on grinding down what’s left of the non-believer.
Lying atop Chadwick’s back, her pelvis to G-Honey’s pert backside, Ginnifer in a bee-like black-and-yellow striped two piece, apparently playing on her Gabby-coined nickname, Mayes sent a curled right forearm CRASHING across Gin Blossom’s head from above and behind. She laced her fingers in front of Chadwick’s chin and tried to baptize Ginnifer into the depths of despair with a vicious Crossface grip, wrenching head and neck brutally, the gritting teeth of the Inquisitor clenching in righteous rage.
“You will be the first heathen to fall. Miranda was not strong enough. Adelaide was a pale imitation. Only I can cleanse FAWN. First, I cleanse this Pit. First, I cleanse you!”
Chadwick grimaced and shook her head ‘no’, the struggling blonde halving her grip on those knotted fingers just long enough to waggle a defiant ‘no, no, no!’ to the official watching above. “Fuuuuhhh… forget about cleanser bytch-face, your ass needs some soap and deodorant to wash off the stink of crazEERGH! ERGH! NRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mayes switched from Chinlock to a double handful of hair, all the better to pound, then scrape the blasphemer’s face against the floor of her slippery temple. Yanking Ginnifer’s face into the hot overhead lights some seconds later, the vicious blonde Inquisitor hooked two fingers on each hand into Chadwick’s mouth and puuuuuuuuuuulled back on a truly righteous Fishhook! “Anything to say now, you puling little cretin?” Tiffany scowled. “Anything more informative than a sobbing surrender, perhaps?”
“Sgrooh yoo!” Ginnifer gurgled. “I’m nod gonna OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
Tiffany scrambled from the back mount into a full seat. It wasn’t quite a Camel Clutch, but it did wrench the flattened blonde’s neck back at a painful angle, one that only got worse when Mayes halved the Fishhook in favor of slipping those fingers into her prey’s nostrils! “What you DO tonight means nothing, heathen.” Tiffany scowled. “All that matters is what’s done TO you. That’s what will replay over and over in the minds of these unworthy HEY! LET GO!”
Chadwick caught hold of her tormentor’s wrists and pulled them in different directions to free her face from those wicked hooks. Tossing them away almost at once, she started to slide out from beneath Mayes only for the former Churchgoer to slide along with her. Growling in frustration, she rolled onto her back and reached up for-- Tiff caught her wrists and slammed them into the oil without the slightest bit of ceremony. With the heathen’s arms thusly controlled, Mayes settled into a seat on her prey’s stomach and brought her knees in close, all the better to set both feet atop Ginnifer’s surprised face!
Having already anointed her feet in oil, Tiffany scrubbed/slid them across the flawless features of Mendoza's increasingly infrequent partner. Arms controlled by the Inquisitor and thus unable to throw off the smothering soles, a grunting G-Honey rocked from side to side, trying to buck her fellow blonde off her mount instead. Interminably slow progress finally had the former Churchgoer slipping to a side, finally finding a seat on the Pit floor next to Chadwick.
Freed from being the Inquisitor's throne, Ginnifer rolled in the opposite direction, shouldering off Mayes' feet and rising to her haunches, claws bared. Ginnifer dove for Tiffany and Mayes did likewise, the women meeting chest to chest, fingers interlocking, each kneeling, pressing their oil-covered frames tight. Determined to show her now singular faith stronger than that given wrongly to the false Miranda, Mayes growled, bending Ginnifer back until a wide-eyed and worried Chadwick was bent back on herself, the back of her alabaster thighs pressed atop calves, shoulders on the greasy blue plastic of the Pit floor.
"Should I count to three, heathen?" Tiffany asked. "Or should I do so much worse?"
“Why don’t you just SHUT UP for onOOOFFFFFHHHH!” Ginnifer’s exposed abs took a nauseating shot when Mayes slid up and slammed her tush into the other blonde’s stomach.
“You want my silence, heathen?” Tiffany growled. “Earn it.”
Alas, Chadwick wasn’t in position to earn much more than an appointment with a chiropractor, so Tiff continued her northern march until the fork of her crotch was pressed into the Gorgeous One’s chin. Ginnifer shook her head ‘no’ which wasn’t much given the proximity of opposing thighs, not that it stopped Mayes from correctly interpreting, then ignoring the message. The Inquisitor brought her thighs together without so much as a word of warning, Tiff just sealing her prey in that hot, oily darkness. To make matters worse she leaned forward over the mount, effectively adding that much more weight to the Face Sit.
“Give yourself over to me, heathen!” Mayes demanded over the sound of Chadwick’s miserable, gam-muffled wails. “To submit is no act of defeat, it is a sign of devotion to the cause! Tell me Ginnifer Chadwick, don’t you deserve to amount to something greater than water bearer for a soon to be deposed Baroness? Don’t you deserve a partner that actually WANTS to be your partner?”
Oxygen becoming a precious commodity, Ginnifer thrashed wildly with her face buried under the Inquisitor's 'shroud'. In a panic, the second-generation star managed to scoop both arms behind the high-riding Mayes. She heaved her fellow blonde up her frame and used the oil to scoot out the back door, figuratively and somewhat literally. Chadwick birthed herself from between Tiff's backside and gulped in deep breaths, face and green eyes glazed.
Nearby, a frustrated Tiffany slapped the Pit floor sending a splatter of baby oil flying. She glances over her shoulder to the simmering wreck that was G-Honey. "I will make you understand there is more to life than the back row of the chorus. I have learned and so shall you, sister." Tiffany hopped to her feet turns and skated her way to a rising Ginnifer. She surrounded Chadwick's dipped noggin in a Front Facelock and tugged Gin Blossom to her feet, rubbery legs barely keeping her there. "I baptize you in the name of the Inquisitor."
Mayes leapt into the air, throwing her legs backward to crown Ginnifer with a Spike DDT, but with the former Churchgoer airborne, G-Honey was able to throw Tiffany off her head with the help of the translucent goo. Mayes landed hard on her chest, sending up a spray. And when she pushed to all fours, a huffing Ginnifer leapt into an elbow drop, the point driving into the back of Tiffany's skull, sending Mayes' face into greasy plastic.
It was a heavy shot, no question of that. Yet Ginnifer didn’t seem to take much solace in it because there was absolutely no celebration from the ‘Gorgeous’ half of G-Thang in the aftermath. Instead she rolled onto her tummy and swung around to slide her right leg around the other blonde’s throat. With Mayes’ chin wedged into the pit of her knee, Chadwick nocked that shin against the back of her left knee, then grabbed her left ankle and puuuuuulled while simultaneously squeezing as hard as she could. “You can just keep your goddamned mouth shut, bytch-face.” Ginnifer huffed. “Because me and Gabz are fine. That’s why I’m here tonight, to offer up your crazy, half-baked ass up to set the stage for the Baby-faced Killer’s run as FAWN’s only TWO-TIME Baroness!”
“Shuuuhh… she’ll fail!” Tiffany prophesized in the midst of clawing and tearing at her rival’s encroaching thighs. “She’ll fail because she’s weak! And she wants to make YOU weak so she can cast you aside! See it, Ginnifer Chadwick! See the betrayal lurking behind her AAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
“I said shut your damned mouth.” Ginnifer emphasized the point by freeing her left hand for a claw she draaaaaaaaaagged across the Inquisitor’s face. “Just because your friends couldn’t get the job done doesn’t mean G-Thang is gonna crash and burn. We’re gonna OWN the Tag Team division just as soon as I’m through owning youOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Tiffany snuggled into the Scissors as deep as she could and sank her teeth into the back of Chadwick’s thigh in a furious effort to free herself from the heathen’s trap.
Ginnifer tried to grin and bear it but it took barely a second for her to relent, giving up the Scissors to pull free from being the Inquisitor's sacred meal. A grimacing and growling Gin Blossom, increasingly losing her cool under the hot lights and in the warm oil of the pit, scrambled to her feet and checked her leg. A rising Tiffany wiped her mouth, revealing a guilty grin. She beckoned G-Honey forward and, with the Gorgeous One in range, shot a Super Kick toward the chin of Chadwick. Ginnifer deftly ducked under and spun through a leg sweep that delivered Mayes' spine to the Pit floor. Quickly vertical, the steaming, gleaming G-Honey plucked the Inquisitor's ankles off the plastic and spread the blonde's legs wide.
Placing her flattened palms together, Tiffany prayed to her new Golden Calf, a woman with her heel hovering over her honey pot. "Don't bother," Ginnifer grunted. "Life's a G and this is gonna feel so G-double-O D!" Chadwick leapt into the air, dropping both shiny stems inside those of Tiffany, stretching out Mayes' groin muscles while also pounding into the blonde's inner thighs with her stems. Though no crotch shot, the attack shot Tiffany bolt upright to a seat and G-Honey used the target for practice, sending a heel CRASHING into Tiff's chin, flattening her with a SPLURSH of oil. Practice done, Ginnifer slides backwards, lifts her right leg toward twelve o'clock and brought her heel careening down in a hammer blow to Tiffany's inner sanctum. Again Mayes rose, this time her dark eyes crossed, hands shooting between her thighs. She tried to proselytize but could only squeak pitifully, finally melting to horizontal, tanned limbs folding over each other, protecting the throbbing juncture of her thighs.
Breathing hard, still holding the other blonde’s ankles, Ginnifer got to her feet and shoved Mayes’ legs up and back so that Tiff went from plopped on her butt to settled hard on all fours. “You can kiss the floor if you want.” Chadwick huffed as she circled around behind the penitent battler. “But that sort of groveling doesn’t go over well in my church. I’d much rather hear you scream!”
Aware of the heathen’s dangerous presence directly overhead (Ginnifer had planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips) Tiffany reached up and back with her left hand, a responsible act of defense that doomed her the instant Ginnifer snatched hold at wrist and elbow! Gripping the underside of Mayes’ exposed bicep in her left hand, Chadwick trapped Tiffany’s forearm in the crook of her right elbow and grabbed hold of her own left bicep for extra leverage. Then she dropped into a seat on the Inquisitor’s lower back and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward as far as physics would allow!
“TAP OUT, BYTCH-FACE!” Ginnifer shrieked as the Gorgeous Lock did all sorts of hellacious things to Tiffany’s left arm.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Mayes screamed right back, the trapped blonde pulling at her own hair, even clawing her cheeks Red Lisa-style to spread the pain out. It worked for longer than Chadwick thought possible, but in the end the black-clad blonde got what she wanted when Tiff slapped the oil half a dozen times.
“That’s right, that’s RIGHT!” Ginnifer tossed that wrenched arm aside with the bell, then rolled Mayes over and stuck a finger in her face. “Keep your nose out of our business, freak!” she ordered the Inquisitor. “Gabs and I are FINE. If I want an opinion outta you, I’ll slap your mouth again, understand?”
Arm cradled tight to her chest, Tiffany Mayes cringed, but did not avert her eyes. “Remember what I said when she betrays you, Ginnifer. I can smell weakness and deceit and Mendoza REEKS of it! She’ll fail tonight and she’ll blame you for it, mark my words.”
“F*ck you.” Ginnifer SMACKED both hands against Tiffany’s tits just because she could, then whipped around on one heel and stormed toward the edge of the Pit and the ladder that promised freedom above.
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Lenore Lemarchand ruined everything.
Skinny idiot was supposed to be some sort of wrestling genius, yet she couldn’t figure out a way to beat Pandora while leaving just enough in her own tank for Gabby to humble her en route to becoming a two-time Oil Baroness! But nooooooo, bytch-face didn’t get the job done and now it was up to the Babyfaced Killer to do what no one else had--
GABBY MENDOZA:
PANDORA:
Mendoza spun aside at the last possible second, leaving Pandora to THUMP against the slick blue wall of the Oil Pit. Making the most of the blonde’s miss, Gabby hopped up and TWHAPPED her feet into the back of her opponent’s right thigh! The Dropkick earned a snarl and a curse from the former World Champion, Pandy rounding on the lithesome brunette with a grizzly bear swipe that Gabs avoided by the narrowest of margins.
“Come and get me, sloppy!” the Terrible Texan chided. “C’mon, just pretend I’m an all you can eat buff--”
Pandora rushed her again and damned if Mendoza didn’t rush to meet her, though this was actually an evasive decision as she deftly slid beneath the Beach Colossus’ parted stems. Springing up on one knee, Gabby caught hold of opposing waistband in her left hand and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of straight jabs into the Baroness’ thigh! Pandora snarled aloud, reached around and grabbed a huge handful of Mendoza’s dark-- “NNNNGGGHH!”
A thunderous roar of surprise from the FAWNatics when Gabby SMASHED her left Forearm into the pit of Pandora’s knee with enough force to drop her to one knee. Hopping on the blonde’s broad back the instant it was offered, Gabby cinched an arm around her opponent’s neck and palmed the base of her skull with her free hand, all the better to squeeeeeeeeeeeze down on the Sleeper. Adding a Bodyscissors mere heartbeats later, Mendoza poured on everything she could and barked, “GO TO SLEEP YA BIG BYTCH-FACE!”
Pandora's features showed pain, rage and not a little confusion, Gabby exposing her as vulnerable for the first meaningful time in the Pit. The buxom blonde reached over and behind her shoulders to latch onto the challenger but the ducking, shifting Latina kept just out of reach. She continued to block Panny's carotid blood flow while cinching her legs tighter around the sides of FAWN's most infamous midriff. "SLEEP! BYTCH-FACE! SLEEP!" Gabby screamed and the crowd, excited at the possible upset in the making, picked it up.
The fluttering lids of Pandora stiffened at the sound. She scooped her arms under Gabby's Scissoring stems. Already 'backpacked' onto the blonde Baroness, Panny now secured Gabs there and powered up to vertical. The chant still echoing, Mendoza added some hateful twists to her clamping grips around Panny's braincase. "I SAID SLEEP!"
The oily floor and the Latina's ferocity sent a shimmy down Pandora's muscular stems. She staggered as she carries the spicy challenger to a destination unknown. The wobbling Panny finally clarified when she turned her back to the Pit wall she'd reached and threw her mass backward, sandwiching the lithe Latina between herself and the greasy wall. A soft 'ooof' escaped Gabby's lips, her Scissors loosening. It took another such slam to create slack in the sleeper, the groan from Gabby after the second collision louder and more guttural. A third heave of her body against the wall and Pandora had her rider unsaddled, Gabby's arms slipping out of the Sleeper grip, her palms instead pushing weakly against Pandora's shoulderblades, Mendoza trying to create some space for an escape.
Catching hold of the challenger’s wrists when the Sleeper gave way, Pandora stepped clear of the wall and neatly shifted Mendoza’s left arm over to her right shoulder. From there she simply pulled the breathless brunette’s wrists until Gabby was folded up over her right shoulder, the Babyfaced Killer looking more like laundry than Oil Pit royalty at the moment.
“Did you REALLY think you could put me to sleep, little girl?” Pandora wrapped her right arm around Mendoza’s lower back while she palmed her left hand against the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Allow me to show you who’s really in charge down here.”
The big blonde Destroyer charged across the Pit in a few loping strides, Panny continuing to gain speed up until the moment she THAWHUMPED Gabby’s defenseless back between her bod and the Pit wall! The second Baroness jounced violently in the clutches of the third, but she stayed glued in place when Pandora backed off, whirled around and headed back the way she’d-- the Beach Colossus went up on tiptoe, then dove forward and down, putting every bit of her weight behind the Over the Shoulder Power Slam that CRUSHED Gabby against the soft floor!
Mendoza was left a candy-coated starfish, her pink fightin’ two-piece the only thing showing signs of life after the thunderous collision. Settled back on her haunches, Pandora extended a hand and swatted the brunette’s cheek several times. “You awake, tuff girl?” she teased. “Still dreaming about being Baroness?”
“Nnnnnnn……nnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!” Gabby groaned and turned her head, the devastated Texan trying to draw away from the blonde’s teasing touch.
"Such a doll," Panny chuckles. "Can't fight worth a damn though, can you?" The big blonde mounted the splayed golden-brown beauty in a forward straddle of Mendoza's taut tummy. Pandora rose to a full kneel then DROVE her considerable backside down into Gabby's gut. Dark eyes flashing wide, Mendoza jackknifed under the heartless Amazon. "Should I steal your thunder?" Panny rose again and impaled a gasping Gabby a second time, working the Latina like a bellows before using the oil to gently slide up the Texan's frame and situate her undercarriage atop Gabby's pert chest, burying Mendoza's bounty beneath.
"How does it go?" Panny asked. "Quit, bytch-face, quit?" Pandora shifted to bring the double-barreled gluteal hammer down on Mendoza's chest but then reached out and offered a humiliating Bytch Slap to the Latin's cheek instead, spinning Gabby's face to the side. "I wouldn't do that to you," Pandora assured. "Why would a real Baroness lower herself to the level of a sad, little, greasy peasant?"
Pandora leaned forward to all fours, letting her massive mammaries teardrop over a dazed and fearful Gabby. The Latina shook her head softly, squeaking out a 'no' and indeed Pandora didn’t drop her gurls. She pushed to her feet, standing perpendicular to Mendoza's noggin and leapt into the air, coming down in a massive, oil-splurshing Splash across the face of the former Baroness, Panny's expansive tanned midsection CRASHING down across Gabby's kisser and the rest of her flawless features.
Mendoza’s shiny stems popped up like she was the Coyote and Pandora was a ten ton anvil dropped from a considerable height. Remaining in that position long after Gabby’s legs returned to the oil with a soft, wet ‘plop’, Pandora was all smiles as she propped both elbows on the floor and set her chin in her hands. “Gosh, this has been a TOUGH MATCH!” she teased. “I HOPE I’VE WORN HER DOWN ENOUGH!” Flattening her right hand into a paddle, Panny raised it high, held it for a moment, then brought that palm spanking down on the challenger’s tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO?
Instead of counting ‘THREE’ Pandora grabbed hold of Gabby’s wrist and jerked her arm outta the oil so that she ‘kicked out’ at the last possible second. This earned a reproach from the referee and a roar from the FAWNatics, who were clearly enjoying the sight of Mendoza suffering a massive overdose of her own medicine.
Shaking her head in faux disbelief, Pandora grabbed a handful of hair and got to her feet while simultaneously dragging Gabs to her knees. Palming the brunette’s head in both hands, Panny turned her face to the side and yanked her in close to slooooooowly scrub the Babyfaced Killer against that imposing midsection. “Enough games, brat.” the blonde cooed. “You and the Raven might have been Baronesses, but I’m the Golden Goddess of FAWN’s Oil Pit. She’s already paid homage. It’s time you did the same.”
“Guuuhhh…. get away from me, bytch-faMMMMMMPPPPPPGGGHHHH!”
Pandora stuffed Mendoza’s mug against her midsection, the big blonde smirking at the feel of Gabby’s nose against her navel. The penitent battler began to beat and claw at Panny’s hips at once, but her resistance curdled to submission as soon as the Goddess cinched her arms around the back of the Texan’s head and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!
The ref called for the bell immediately, unfortunately for Gabs Pandora kept the hold in tight, the undisputed Baroness just ragdolling her penitent victim until Mendoza’s hands were hanging limp at her thighs. After ten more seconds of this rough treatment Panny tossed the brunette aside and made a show of wiping an invisible smudge offa her tummy while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the Oil Baroness… PANDORA!”
The insensate Gabby flopped backward, hammies atop calves, arms wide and lifeless, the Latina snoozing fitfully from Panny's anesthetic. Pandora walked the outer rim of the Pit, looking up at the faces of the now cheering mob. She raised her arms high and wide.
"The Golden Goddess will reign forever. There is not a woman on the roster that can deny me!"
Panny ran both sets of fingers down her majestic frame. There was no one willing to refute her and she continued on her victory lap before meeting up with a ladder that's been slung over the Pit wall. As FAWN's Most Feared and the Mother of All Baronesses grabbed a rung to head up, she heard a thick thud/splersh from across the enclosure.
The G-Honey to Mendoza's G-Money, the Killer Bee who left Tiffany Mayes in her wake in the warm-up to Pandora's final coronation, Gorgeous Ginnifer Chadwick's leapt to the Pit floor and strode to the still unconscious Mendoza. Bent over her partner, still in her black-and-yellow battle gear, a sheen of glistening oil remaining, Chadwick clearly having passed on an immediate shower to watch her teammate become Pit Boss again only to fail spectacularly, Gin Blossom tapped lightly on the Latina's cheek.
"Come on, Gabs. Come back to me." she propped Mendoza with an arm behind her, wiping some matted ebony strands from Gabby's forehead. "You had that freak of nature. You were closer than anyWAHHHH!"
Chadwick howled in pain as the spiteful Baroness RIPPED Ginnifer to her feet, dipped slightly to swing her arms around Chadwick's ivory tummy from in front, and cinches a breathtaking Bear Hug around G-Honey, lifting Chadwick off the Pit floor.
"All you had to do was wait another minute and I would've been gone. You moron! She would have slept soundly for another minute!"
Panny squeezed tight, drawing a throaty gasp from the blonde. Gin Blossom raised her arms to dispatch an Earringer to the Amazon but a violent series of shakes from side to side proved an effective deterrent, Ginnifer's eyes spinning, head bobbling from the rattle. "But no, you had to show me up by entering the world of the Golden Goddess while it was still occupied...and now you'll pay for your stupidity."
With the squirming Gorgeous One in her grasp, Pandora surged toward the Pit wall and vertically SPLASHED, the sinewy frame of G-Honey between herself and the side of the Pit. The Baroness let Chadwick slide down her curvy frame to a limp kneel before backing away several steps and rushing the penitent Gin Blossom, BLASTING a knee between her eyes. Ginnifer's braincase snapped back violently and it's clear she's barely in touch with consciousness when it returned. Pandora flaunted her unassailable dominance to the appreciative masses then tugged the Gorgeous ragdoll to her feet. Pandora dipped an arm between the rubbery legs of her original foe's partner and vaulted Ginnifer up across her right shoulder in prime slamming position.
Hustling forward, the curvy Pit Boss POWERSLAMMED Ginnifer in a domineering 'X' across the dozing G-Money, the demolished G-Thang marking the spot where another exclamation point would be affixed to Pandora's career.
Gabby, and Ginnifer atop her, were mere disposable wreckage at the feet of Panny, the undeniable Mother of all Baronesses looking down with a haughty smirk, adjusting her oil-sopped bikini back into place as the crowd roars its approval.
From somewhere well above that cacophony came a voice tinged with amusement, irritation and perhaps the tiniest bit of admiration. “Oh dear, that was… well, rather emphatic, wasn’t it?”
Pandora and the FAWNatics craned their heads upward to hone in on Bethany Christian looming near the edge of her private skybox. Ignoring the undercurrent of boos that greeted her presence, the Commissioner admitted, “I fear we find ourselves in an unprecedented situation after Pandora’s outings tonight. You see, I always strive to offer only the most competitive bouts in any and all FAWN venues and as domineering as our third Baroness is in the squared circle, she strikes me as utterly untouchable within the confines of the Oil Pit. There--”
“GODDAMNED RIGHT!” Pandora barked, her arms spread wide.
Christian frowned. “Therefore, I am honor-bound to CLOSE the Oil Pit until further notice!” This was greeted with disgust all around and none more so than the Beach Colossus herself. Unmoved, Bethany raised an index finger and held it there until the throng began to quiet. “However, I wouldn’t dare remove such a popular feature without having an alternative that I’m confident you all… and that includes you, Panny, will enjoy just as much. What might it be, you ask? I’m afraid I’m not quite ready to let that particular cat out of the bag. All I can tell you is to keep an eye out in the new year.”
“I WANT IN!” Pandora bellowed. “TAKE THE PIT AWAY, I’LL RULE ANYTHING AND ANYONE YOU PUT IN MY WAY!”
Bethany smiled sagely. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.” she started to turn away, then paused, apparently thinking better of it. “And please, don’t mourn the drying of the Oil Pit too long or too loudly. Because it could make a triumphant return at any time… perhaps as soon as someone, anyone, can prove Pandora isn’t as invulnerable as she’d have us believe. Just something to keep in mind when you’re drafting your new year’s resolutions, everyone. Ta.”
“Not f*cking likely.” Pandora murmured after the skybox light went dark. “You better have a whole list of venues in mind, Beth. Because I’m gonna claim each and every one of ‘em.”
Got a very special edition of the Oil Report for your perusal on this gray November morn.
Enjoy!
~rf
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Gabby Mendoza ruined everything.
Lenore Lemarchand was within a win, maybe two of securing her rubber match with the Babyfaced Killer and what did the miserable little snot go and do? Get annihilated by Pandora. PANDORA of all freakin’ people. Which wasn’t to say that Lemarchand hadn’t enjoyed the former Courtier’s demolition of the second Baroness, but even in the midst of her enjoyment the Raven knew she’d have to cross swords with the big blonde terror if she wanted to A) get her claws on Mendoza and B ) prove she was the most talented wrestler the Pit had produced.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
PANDORA:
Thankfully (?) neither Panny or Bethany Christian had made her wait long, as the Beach Titan demanded a gauntlet of sorts pitting herself against the two previous Baroness’. Mendoza, brat that she was, demanded to go second and the Fair & Radiant Maiden wasn’t about to shy away from a challenge, not even one on Hard Mode.
Now they were ten minutes into the match and though she was breathing hard (she’d borne the brunt of Panny’s crushing curves more than once) the ivory-complexioned brunette managed to hold her own with an evasive stick & move strategy that saw her deliver kick after kick after kick to the former World Champion’s right thigh. Moments ago she’d earned the first genuine ‘OOOOOOOHHH!’ from her own supporters when she’d dipped clear of a Pandora Avalanche Splash to send the Destroyer’s Destroyer ‘OOOOOFFFHING!’ into the Pit wall.
Didn’t take Pandora off her feet of course, that’s why the Raven went low and THUMPED her left shoulder into the pit of her opponent’s right knee! Pandora hit with a screech and a ‘splorsh’ that seemed to displace a whole ocean of oil, but Lemarchand took no time to enjoy it. Rather she snatched Panny’s right foot, pulled that leg away from her body and dropped to the floor while simultaneously Scissoring her stems around the blonde’s bruised thigh.
“Grrrrgggghhhhhh!” Pandora planted her hands in the oil and sat up, the curvaceous powerhouse shaking her head ‘no’ to keep the ref from bothering with anything stupid. Lenore sent another pulse through the Legbar and wrenched the blonde’s ankle for good measure.
“Give up, Pandora.” she demanded after several seconds. “It’s Gabby I’m after, not you.”
"But it's me you've got, scarecrow," Panny hissed between gritted teeth. The flaxen-haired force of nature used her free leg to launch a Roundhouse Lemarchand deflected with a raised arm. A couple more heavy kicks from FAWN's Most Feared had Lenore's guarding limb humming, but the Raven continued to pour the pressure into the big blonde's trapped, tawny stem, scissoring and twisting.
With Pandora floor-bound, wincing, and seemingly unable to break free, some in the crowd considered the thought of a two-time Baroness. The idea became substantially less likely when Pandora's next sweep of her freed leg swept over Lenore's defenses and PLOWED into the Raven's right cheek. The brunette's braincase whipped away from the impact like it might be unscrewed by the force.
Her foe's Scissors melting, Panny 'walked' backwards on her palms to pull the aching limb free from Lemarchand, only stopping when the wall was behind her. "Emily told me to take it easy on ya. Any more of that," Pandora shook out her gam while struggling to vertical, "and I won't be held responsible.
Lemarchand didn’t reply at once, she was too busy trying to clear her head from the kick-induced stars. Rolling to all fours, she fought to verticality only to back up immediately as Pandora started to walk her down. “What’s the matter tuff girl, oil not so fun when you’ve gotta face someone taller than five foot three? Or maybe you’re having trouble because I haven’t had two other matches al--”
Panny lunged and Lenore surged to meet her only to dip low and right at the last possible second. Pandora stamped a foot in frustration, then cried out in surprise when the skinny bytch had the nerve to raaaaaake the expanse of that broad golden back! “BYTCH!” The Baroness lashed out with whistling backhand that would’ve smashed Lenore’s cheek if the brunette hadn’t got her forearms up in time. Even so it wasn’t anything like a clean escape as the Beach Behemoth clamped that hand down on the nape of Lenore’s neck and reeled her into a shot that THWHUMPED the broad side of her thigh across the smaller wrestler’s trim tummy!
Lemarchand collapsed to her knees, allowing Panny to wrench her head backward for a few tart slaps across the mouth. “Just not strong enough, honey.” she explained. “Now I’m gonna smear you all over the floor of this NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lenore THWHUMPED a vicious Hammer Fist into the blonde’s right thigh, then followed it with two straight shots to opposing belly! Pandora’s grip shifted to something far looser on the brunette’s shoulders, so Lenore palmed her hips in both hands and just buried a Headbutt in that fearsome midsection! FAWN’s most feared doubled over without going down, so Lemarchand caught hold of her ankles and yanked the former World Champion onto her butt with a heavy ‘plop!’
“You’re right, I’m not nearly as strong as you.” the Raven admitted as she circled ‘round behind. “That’s why I have to tie you in knots, big girl.” With that she dipped beneath Panny’s right arm and deftly trapped it beneath her own left bicep in a snug Armbar. In the same motion she planted her left heel inside the blonde’s left thigh, tossed Panny’s other arm over that gammy post and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a seated Abdominal Stretch!
“You want it to the leg, Panny?” Lenore used her free hand to pound more shots into the Baroness’ welted thigh. “Or maybe to the tummy?” She shifted over to several quick punches to the blonde’s belly, secured a claw that saw her index finger digging DEEP into the Beach Behemoth’s navel. “No rush, you can think it over while I’m wearing you out!”
And while Pandora huffed and mewled as Lenore's attack worked its way into the most vaunted, daunting portion of her foe's storied frame, the focus in the steely baby blues of Panny showed she might be worn but was in no way worn out. Getting her feet beneath her while agonizing over the Raven's admittedly expert assault proved no easy task. Yet, despite Lenore shaking her head in dismay, the buxom Baroness did just that. Scooping an arm behind Lemarchand's left knee, Pandora not only began to rise, but lift Lenore's feet off the oily plastic. It's the kind of show of force that left many a fan's mouth agape and able to manage only one word.
Pandora.
Having lost her Stretch, a panicky Lenore snaked her arms around the blonde's head, ending in a tight Sleeper. The Raven wrenched violently from side to side and, while Panny's steps were not rock solid on the slippery surface, she's able to carry the wide-eyed Raven toward a wall. From a few feet out, Pandora turned her back and more importantly Lenore's to the enclosure's edge and backpedaled, SANDWICHING the slender, sinewy Baroness Classic between Panny's Amazonian frame and the unyielding Pit wall. Lenore's grip on Pandora's noggin unhinged after a second forced Raven Sandwich. Reaching over her right shoulder, Panny latched onto Lenore's skull, dipped, and judo tossed Lemarchand over her shoulder, the dark-haired grappler landing on her tailbone and sliding a couple feet before stopping. Lenore reflexively reached for her backside, even with the blow cushioned by the spongy Pit floor. What wasn’t afforded any remediation was a follow-up punt to the base of the Courtier’s spine.
A grimacing Lenore straightened like she’d been touched with a cattle-prod in the wake of Pandora’s kick, unfortunately it didn’t provide the necessary jolt to get the Raven back on her feet. That was fine with Pandora, who made a show of swishing her hips as she strolled by on the brunette’s left. Tapping the far wall with one possessive finger, the Towering Terror whipped around on her heel and ran straight back at her foe! Panny took to the skies when she was still several steps out, the former World Champion stretching herself out at near perfect forty-five degree angle to just THWHAP-SPLOOT Lenore to the Pit floor with a high impact Basement Crossbody!
The Raven’s legs kicked up straight as her back collided with the warm oil, but of course pins didn’t mean a damned thing so the blonde colossus popped to her feet and skipped over the shuddering brunette en route to the opposite wall. Only vaguely aware of her opponent’s rumbling departure, Lenore rolled over onto her stomach and pushed to all fours, the former Baroness doing her damndest to-- “OOOOOOOFFFFFFHHHH!”
Pandora returned for a second pass, this one a more traditional ’Big’ Splash delivered directly across the Raven’s lower back! Crushed flat beneath those imposing curves, Lemarchand could only squirm as Pandora braced her elbows in the oil, cupped her cheeks in both hands and kicked her feet in a classic ’starlet enjoying the beach’ pose.
“THAT’S why I’M Baroness now.” Panny exclaimed once she’d sat up and shoveled Lenore onto her back. “And THIS is why you can’t catch your breath!”
She threw herself forward and SMECKED down with all her weight atop Lenore’s tummy! Then she pushed up and dropped down for another sawed-off Splash!
Then another.
And another.
And another.
And another!
Pandora just piling up the Splash deficit as she crushed the breath and the fight from her gaping, grimacing bendyback.
But Pandora wasn’t nearly done showing anyone who thinks Lenore was the OG Pit Boss how wrong they were. Panny scraped what little was left of the Raven off the slippery plastic, standing Lemarchand like a rag doll in front of her. The blonde behemoth sent her palms into Lenore's armpits and lifted the slumped brunette off her feet, raising her in a crucifix-like carry the few steps to the nearest wall. She tossed the brunette the rest of the way, Lenore's spine and the back of her head BANGING against the edifice.
Nearly out on her feet, a dazed Raven stumbled to the waiting open maw of Panny's wide arms. The REAL Baroness surrounded Lenore in a tight embrace, wrapping her limbs around the ivory midriff of the Raven and lifting her a good foot off the floor. Already loose in the blonde's grip, Lenore went dishrag in seconds after Pandora rattled her back and forth like a chew toy then tossed her into the oily goo with a SPLERSH, not even bothering to watch Lemarchand's ending.
Pandora dusted off her palms dramatically, as if any dust would be present in her greasy maulers. She turned regally to the splayed Raven and PLANTED a foot on Lenore's softly rolling bosom for a pin that wouldn't matter with the…
ONE…
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand lifted a shoulder off the floor, perhaps just a spasmodic involuntary reflex. Whether there was thought behind it or not, Pandora is not pleased. Moving to Lenore's side, the glistening, bronzed Amazon leapt over the Raven and SPLASHES A LAST TIME in a Crossbody that left Lemarchand a grease spot among the oily environs.
Panny seductively swung from Crossbody to full body coverage and slipped her arms beneath the head of the brunette, propping the semiconscious Raven's face upward to be better swallowed by Pandora's ravenous cleavage. Lenore shuddered for a few moments before falling still, arms and legs limp beneath FAWN's Most Feared. With Lenore motionless, a worried Nick Castle waved wildly for the bell. Pandora took a few seconds to respond, shyt-eating grin growing wide. Slowly, she slid off the snoozing Lenore, rose and put her conquering foot back in place this time on Lemarchand's crotch.
She nodded domineeringly.
"This pathetic bird thought she owned the Pit? Emily. I hope you see who should be your right-hand woman. Toss this useless toerag aside like I have!"
Pandora stepped off her victim and reached down to slip both sets of fingers under the rim of the Raven's bottoms. With the help of the oil, she peeled them off rather easily and twirled them like a mini-lasso on an extended index finger.
Panny turns to the nearest lens. "Mendoza. I know you beat this bytch. But not like that. And I'm going make your night so much worse than hers. Start your doomsday clock. I have."
Fade to commercial.
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Lenore’s exhausted carcass had been hauled out of the pit mere minutes earlier and already the wildly entertaining intermission between Pandora’s attempted double-play was threatening to add another greasy body to another infirmary cot.
Emily and the Court made certain dawn came to Eternal Midnight, Miranda and her dreams of perpetual night scattered to the far corners of the Earth. But her acolytes… or in this particular instance, her Inquisitor, Tiffany Mayes, remained.
TIFFANY MAYES:
GINNIFER CHADWICK:
Seemingly unleashed with the demolition and departure of her leader, Mayes was a devil in a blue bikini, treating G-Honey Ginnifer Chadwick like a heretic to be purged. Days earlier The Gorgeous One demanded her spot on the Pit card, considering herself the perfect lead-in for G-Money Gabby Mendoza’s triumphant return to Oil Royalty. Wanting her piece of slippery success, Chadwick left the contract open and was now wishing she hadn’t.
Tiffany, already having tied Gin Blossom in a variety of Gordian knots, using her foe’s limbs to bring fire and brimstone to the ivory-skinned Ginnifer, now concentrated on grinding down what’s left of the non-believer.
Lying atop Chadwick’s back, her pelvis to G-Honey’s pert backside, Ginnifer in a bee-like black-and-yellow striped two piece, apparently playing on her Gabby-coined nickname, Mayes sent a curled right forearm CRASHING across Gin Blossom’s head from above and behind. She laced her fingers in front of Chadwick’s chin and tried to baptize Ginnifer into the depths of despair with a vicious Crossface grip, wrenching head and neck brutally, the gritting teeth of the Inquisitor clenching in righteous rage.
“You will be the first heathen to fall. Miranda was not strong enough. Adelaide was a pale imitation. Only I can cleanse FAWN. First, I cleanse this Pit. First, I cleanse you!”
Chadwick grimaced and shook her head ‘no’, the struggling blonde halving her grip on those knotted fingers just long enough to waggle a defiant ‘no, no, no!’ to the official watching above. “Fuuuuhhh… forget about cleanser bytch-face, your ass needs some soap and deodorant to wash off the stink of crazEERGH! ERGH! NRRRGGGGHHH!”
Mayes switched from Chinlock to a double handful of hair, all the better to pound, then scrape the blasphemer’s face against the floor of her slippery temple. Yanking Ginnifer’s face into the hot overhead lights some seconds later, the vicious blonde Inquisitor hooked two fingers on each hand into Chadwick’s mouth and puuuuuuuuuuulled back on a truly righteous Fishhook! “Anything to say now, you puling little cretin?” Tiffany scowled. “Anything more informative than a sobbing surrender, perhaps?”
“Sgrooh yoo!” Ginnifer gurgled. “I’m nod gonna OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
Tiffany scrambled from the back mount into a full seat. It wasn’t quite a Camel Clutch, but it did wrench the flattened blonde’s neck back at a painful angle, one that only got worse when Mayes halved the Fishhook in favor of slipping those fingers into her prey’s nostrils! “What you DO tonight means nothing, heathen.” Tiffany scowled. “All that matters is what’s done TO you. That’s what will replay over and over in the minds of these unworthy HEY! LET GO!”
Chadwick caught hold of her tormentor’s wrists and pulled them in different directions to free her face from those wicked hooks. Tossing them away almost at once, she started to slide out from beneath Mayes only for the former Churchgoer to slide along with her. Growling in frustration, she rolled onto her back and reached up for-- Tiff caught her wrists and slammed them into the oil without the slightest bit of ceremony. With the heathen’s arms thusly controlled, Mayes settled into a seat on her prey’s stomach and brought her knees in close, all the better to set both feet atop Ginnifer’s surprised face!
Having already anointed her feet in oil, Tiffany scrubbed/slid them across the flawless features of Mendoza's increasingly infrequent partner. Arms controlled by the Inquisitor and thus unable to throw off the smothering soles, a grunting G-Honey rocked from side to side, trying to buck her fellow blonde off her mount instead. Interminably slow progress finally had the former Churchgoer slipping to a side, finally finding a seat on the Pit floor next to Chadwick.
Freed from being the Inquisitor's throne, Ginnifer rolled in the opposite direction, shouldering off Mayes' feet and rising to her haunches, claws bared. Ginnifer dove for Tiffany and Mayes did likewise, the women meeting chest to chest, fingers interlocking, each kneeling, pressing their oil-covered frames tight. Determined to show her now singular faith stronger than that given wrongly to the false Miranda, Mayes growled, bending Ginnifer back until a wide-eyed and worried Chadwick was bent back on herself, the back of her alabaster thighs pressed atop calves, shoulders on the greasy blue plastic of the Pit floor.
"Should I count to three, heathen?" Tiffany asked. "Or should I do so much worse?"
“Why don’t you just SHUT UP for onOOOFFFFFHHHH!” Ginnifer’s exposed abs took a nauseating shot when Mayes slid up and slammed her tush into the other blonde’s stomach.
“You want my silence, heathen?” Tiffany growled. “Earn it.”
Alas, Chadwick wasn’t in position to earn much more than an appointment with a chiropractor, so Tiff continued her northern march until the fork of her crotch was pressed into the Gorgeous One’s chin. Ginnifer shook her head ‘no’ which wasn’t much given the proximity of opposing thighs, not that it stopped Mayes from correctly interpreting, then ignoring the message. The Inquisitor brought her thighs together without so much as a word of warning, Tiff just sealing her prey in that hot, oily darkness. To make matters worse she leaned forward over the mount, effectively adding that much more weight to the Face Sit.
“Give yourself over to me, heathen!” Mayes demanded over the sound of Chadwick’s miserable, gam-muffled wails. “To submit is no act of defeat, it is a sign of devotion to the cause! Tell me Ginnifer Chadwick, don’t you deserve to amount to something greater than water bearer for a soon to be deposed Baroness? Don’t you deserve a partner that actually WANTS to be your partner?”
Oxygen becoming a precious commodity, Ginnifer thrashed wildly with her face buried under the Inquisitor's 'shroud'. In a panic, the second-generation star managed to scoop both arms behind the high-riding Mayes. She heaved her fellow blonde up her frame and used the oil to scoot out the back door, figuratively and somewhat literally. Chadwick birthed herself from between Tiff's backside and gulped in deep breaths, face and green eyes glazed.
Nearby, a frustrated Tiffany slapped the Pit floor sending a splatter of baby oil flying. She glances over her shoulder to the simmering wreck that was G-Honey. "I will make you understand there is more to life than the back row of the chorus. I have learned and so shall you, sister." Tiffany hopped to her feet turns and skated her way to a rising Ginnifer. She surrounded Chadwick's dipped noggin in a Front Facelock and tugged Gin Blossom to her feet, rubbery legs barely keeping her there. "I baptize you in the name of the Inquisitor."
Mayes leapt into the air, throwing her legs backward to crown Ginnifer with a Spike DDT, but with the former Churchgoer airborne, G-Honey was able to throw Tiffany off her head with the help of the translucent goo. Mayes landed hard on her chest, sending up a spray. And when she pushed to all fours, a huffing Ginnifer leapt into an elbow drop, the point driving into the back of Tiffany's skull, sending Mayes' face into greasy plastic.
It was a heavy shot, no question of that. Yet Ginnifer didn’t seem to take much solace in it because there was absolutely no celebration from the ‘Gorgeous’ half of G-Thang in the aftermath. Instead she rolled onto her tummy and swung around to slide her right leg around the other blonde’s throat. With Mayes’ chin wedged into the pit of her knee, Chadwick nocked that shin against the back of her left knee, then grabbed her left ankle and puuuuuulled while simultaneously squeezing as hard as she could. “You can just keep your goddamned mouth shut, bytch-face.” Ginnifer huffed. “Because me and Gabz are fine. That’s why I’m here tonight, to offer up your crazy, half-baked ass up to set the stage for the Baby-faced Killer’s run as FAWN’s only TWO-TIME Baroness!”
“Shuuuhh… she’ll fail!” Tiffany prophesized in the midst of clawing and tearing at her rival’s encroaching thighs. “She’ll fail because she’s weak! And she wants to make YOU weak so she can cast you aside! See it, Ginnifer Chadwick! See the betrayal lurking behind her AAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
“I said shut your damned mouth.” Ginnifer emphasized the point by freeing her left hand for a claw she draaaaaaaaaagged across the Inquisitor’s face. “Just because your friends couldn’t get the job done doesn’t mean G-Thang is gonna crash and burn. We’re gonna OWN the Tag Team division just as soon as I’m through owning youOOOOWWWWWWW F*CK!”
Tiffany snuggled into the Scissors as deep as she could and sank her teeth into the back of Chadwick’s thigh in a furious effort to free herself from the heathen’s trap.
Ginnifer tried to grin and bear it but it took barely a second for her to relent, giving up the Scissors to pull free from being the Inquisitor's sacred meal. A grimacing and growling Gin Blossom, increasingly losing her cool under the hot lights and in the warm oil of the pit, scrambled to her feet and checked her leg. A rising Tiffany wiped her mouth, revealing a guilty grin. She beckoned G-Honey forward and, with the Gorgeous One in range, shot a Super Kick toward the chin of Chadwick. Ginnifer deftly ducked under and spun through a leg sweep that delivered Mayes' spine to the Pit floor. Quickly vertical, the steaming, gleaming G-Honey plucked the Inquisitor's ankles off the plastic and spread the blonde's legs wide.
Placing her flattened palms together, Tiffany prayed to her new Golden Calf, a woman with her heel hovering over her honey pot. "Don't bother," Ginnifer grunted. "Life's a G and this is gonna feel so G-double-O D!" Chadwick leapt into the air, dropping both shiny stems inside those of Tiffany, stretching out Mayes' groin muscles while also pounding into the blonde's inner thighs with her stems. Though no crotch shot, the attack shot Tiffany bolt upright to a seat and G-Honey used the target for practice, sending a heel CRASHING into Tiff's chin, flattening her with a SPLURSH of oil. Practice done, Ginnifer slides backwards, lifts her right leg toward twelve o'clock and brought her heel careening down in a hammer blow to Tiffany's inner sanctum. Again Mayes rose, this time her dark eyes crossed, hands shooting between her thighs. She tried to proselytize but could only squeak pitifully, finally melting to horizontal, tanned limbs folding over each other, protecting the throbbing juncture of her thighs.
Breathing hard, still holding the other blonde’s ankles, Ginnifer got to her feet and shoved Mayes’ legs up and back so that Tiff went from plopped on her butt to settled hard on all fours. “You can kiss the floor if you want.” Chadwick huffed as she circled around behind the penitent battler. “But that sort of groveling doesn’t go over well in my church. I’d much rather hear you scream!”
Aware of the heathen’s dangerous presence directly overhead (Ginnifer had planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips) Tiffany reached up and back with her left hand, a responsible act of defense that doomed her the instant Ginnifer snatched hold at wrist and elbow! Gripping the underside of Mayes’ exposed bicep in her left hand, Chadwick trapped Tiffany’s forearm in the crook of her right elbow and grabbed hold of her own left bicep for extra leverage. Then she dropped into a seat on the Inquisitor’s lower back and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward as far as physics would allow!
“TAP OUT, BYTCH-FACE!” Ginnifer shrieked as the Gorgeous Lock did all sorts of hellacious things to Tiffany’s left arm.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Mayes screamed right back, the trapped blonde pulling at her own hair, even clawing her cheeks Red Lisa-style to spread the pain out. It worked for longer than Chadwick thought possible, but in the end the black-clad blonde got what she wanted when Tiff slapped the oil half a dozen times.
“That’s right, that’s RIGHT!” Ginnifer tossed that wrenched arm aside with the bell, then rolled Mayes over and stuck a finger in her face. “Keep your nose out of our business, freak!” she ordered the Inquisitor. “Gabs and I are FINE. If I want an opinion outta you, I’ll slap your mouth again, understand?”
Arm cradled tight to her chest, Tiffany Mayes cringed, but did not avert her eyes. “Remember what I said when she betrays you, Ginnifer. I can smell weakness and deceit and Mendoza REEKS of it! She’ll fail tonight and she’ll blame you for it, mark my words.”
“F*ck you.” Ginnifer SMACKED both hands against Tiffany’s tits just because she could, then whipped around on one heel and stormed toward the edge of the Pit and the ladder that promised freedom above.
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Lenore Lemarchand ruined everything.
Skinny idiot was supposed to be some sort of wrestling genius, yet she couldn’t figure out a way to beat Pandora while leaving just enough in her own tank for Gabby to humble her en route to becoming a two-time Oil Baroness! But nooooooo, bytch-face didn’t get the job done and now it was up to the Babyfaced Killer to do what no one else had--
GABBY MENDOZA:
PANDORA:
Mendoza spun aside at the last possible second, leaving Pandora to THUMP against the slick blue wall of the Oil Pit. Making the most of the blonde’s miss, Gabby hopped up and TWHAPPED her feet into the back of her opponent’s right thigh! The Dropkick earned a snarl and a curse from the former World Champion, Pandy rounding on the lithesome brunette with a grizzly bear swipe that Gabs avoided by the narrowest of margins.
“Come and get me, sloppy!” the Terrible Texan chided. “C’mon, just pretend I’m an all you can eat buff--”
Pandora rushed her again and damned if Mendoza didn’t rush to meet her, though this was actually an evasive decision as she deftly slid beneath the Beach Colossus’ parted stems. Springing up on one knee, Gabby caught hold of opposing waistband in her left hand and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of straight jabs into the Baroness’ thigh! Pandora snarled aloud, reached around and grabbed a huge handful of Mendoza’s dark-- “NNNNGGGHH!”
A thunderous roar of surprise from the FAWNatics when Gabby SMASHED her left Forearm into the pit of Pandora’s knee with enough force to drop her to one knee. Hopping on the blonde’s broad back the instant it was offered, Gabby cinched an arm around her opponent’s neck and palmed the base of her skull with her free hand, all the better to squeeeeeeeeeeeze down on the Sleeper. Adding a Bodyscissors mere heartbeats later, Mendoza poured on everything she could and barked, “GO TO SLEEP YA BIG BYTCH-FACE!”
Pandora's features showed pain, rage and not a little confusion, Gabby exposing her as vulnerable for the first meaningful time in the Pit. The buxom blonde reached over and behind her shoulders to latch onto the challenger but the ducking, shifting Latina kept just out of reach. She continued to block Panny's carotid blood flow while cinching her legs tighter around the sides of FAWN's most infamous midriff. "SLEEP! BYTCH-FACE! SLEEP!" Gabby screamed and the crowd, excited at the possible upset in the making, picked it up.
The fluttering lids of Pandora stiffened at the sound. She scooped her arms under Gabby's Scissoring stems. Already 'backpacked' onto the blonde Baroness, Panny now secured Gabs there and powered up to vertical. The chant still echoing, Mendoza added some hateful twists to her clamping grips around Panny's braincase. "I SAID SLEEP!"
The oily floor and the Latina's ferocity sent a shimmy down Pandora's muscular stems. She staggered as she carries the spicy challenger to a destination unknown. The wobbling Panny finally clarified when she turned her back to the Pit wall she'd reached and threw her mass backward, sandwiching the lithe Latina between herself and the greasy wall. A soft 'ooof' escaped Gabby's lips, her Scissors loosening. It took another such slam to create slack in the sleeper, the groan from Gabby after the second collision louder and more guttural. A third heave of her body against the wall and Pandora had her rider unsaddled, Gabby's arms slipping out of the Sleeper grip, her palms instead pushing weakly against Pandora's shoulderblades, Mendoza trying to create some space for an escape.
Catching hold of the challenger’s wrists when the Sleeper gave way, Pandora stepped clear of the wall and neatly shifted Mendoza’s left arm over to her right shoulder. From there she simply pulled the breathless brunette’s wrists until Gabby was folded up over her right shoulder, the Babyfaced Killer looking more like laundry than Oil Pit royalty at the moment.
“Did you REALLY think you could put me to sleep, little girl?” Pandora wrapped her right arm around Mendoza’s lower back while she palmed her left hand against the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Allow me to show you who’s really in charge down here.”
The big blonde Destroyer charged across the Pit in a few loping strides, Panny continuing to gain speed up until the moment she THAWHUMPED Gabby’s defenseless back between her bod and the Pit wall! The second Baroness jounced violently in the clutches of the third, but she stayed glued in place when Pandora backed off, whirled around and headed back the way she’d-- the Beach Colossus went up on tiptoe, then dove forward and down, putting every bit of her weight behind the Over the Shoulder Power Slam that CRUSHED Gabby against the soft floor!
Mendoza was left a candy-coated starfish, her pink fightin’ two-piece the only thing showing signs of life after the thunderous collision. Settled back on her haunches, Pandora extended a hand and swatted the brunette’s cheek several times. “You awake, tuff girl?” she teased. “Still dreaming about being Baroness?”
“Nnnnnnn……nnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!” Gabby groaned and turned her head, the devastated Texan trying to draw away from the blonde’s teasing touch.
"Such a doll," Panny chuckles. "Can't fight worth a damn though, can you?" The big blonde mounted the splayed golden-brown beauty in a forward straddle of Mendoza's taut tummy. Pandora rose to a full kneel then DROVE her considerable backside down into Gabby's gut. Dark eyes flashing wide, Mendoza jackknifed under the heartless Amazon. "Should I steal your thunder?" Panny rose again and impaled a gasping Gabby a second time, working the Latina like a bellows before using the oil to gently slide up the Texan's frame and situate her undercarriage atop Gabby's pert chest, burying Mendoza's bounty beneath.
"How does it go?" Panny asked. "Quit, bytch-face, quit?" Pandora shifted to bring the double-barreled gluteal hammer down on Mendoza's chest but then reached out and offered a humiliating Bytch Slap to the Latin's cheek instead, spinning Gabby's face to the side. "I wouldn't do that to you," Pandora assured. "Why would a real Baroness lower herself to the level of a sad, little, greasy peasant?"
Pandora leaned forward to all fours, letting her massive mammaries teardrop over a dazed and fearful Gabby. The Latina shook her head softly, squeaking out a 'no' and indeed Pandora didn’t drop her gurls. She pushed to her feet, standing perpendicular to Mendoza's noggin and leapt into the air, coming down in a massive, oil-splurshing Splash across the face of the former Baroness, Panny's expansive tanned midsection CRASHING down across Gabby's kisser and the rest of her flawless features.
Mendoza’s shiny stems popped up like she was the Coyote and Pandora was a ten ton anvil dropped from a considerable height. Remaining in that position long after Gabby’s legs returned to the oil with a soft, wet ‘plop’, Pandora was all smiles as she propped both elbows on the floor and set her chin in her hands. “Gosh, this has been a TOUGH MATCH!” she teased. “I HOPE I’VE WORN HER DOWN ENOUGH!” Flattening her right hand into a paddle, Panny raised it high, held it for a moment, then brought that palm spanking down on the challenger’s tummy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO?
Instead of counting ‘THREE’ Pandora grabbed hold of Gabby’s wrist and jerked her arm outta the oil so that she ‘kicked out’ at the last possible second. This earned a reproach from the referee and a roar from the FAWNatics, who were clearly enjoying the sight of Mendoza suffering a massive overdose of her own medicine.
Shaking her head in faux disbelief, Pandora grabbed a handful of hair and got to her feet while simultaneously dragging Gabs to her knees. Palming the brunette’s head in both hands, Panny turned her face to the side and yanked her in close to slooooooowly scrub the Babyfaced Killer against that imposing midsection. “Enough games, brat.” the blonde cooed. “You and the Raven might have been Baronesses, but I’m the Golden Goddess of FAWN’s Oil Pit. She’s already paid homage. It’s time you did the same.”
“Guuuhhh…. get away from me, bytch-faMMMMMMPPPPPPGGGHHHH!”
Pandora stuffed Mendoza’s mug against her midsection, the big blonde smirking at the feel of Gabby’s nose against her navel. The penitent battler began to beat and claw at Panny’s hips at once, but her resistance curdled to submission as soon as the Goddess cinched her arms around the back of the Texan’s head and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!
The ref called for the bell immediately, unfortunately for Gabs Pandora kept the hold in tight, the undisputed Baroness just ragdolling her penitent victim until Mendoza’s hands were hanging limp at her thighs. After ten more seconds of this rough treatment Panny tossed the brunette aside and made a show of wiping an invisible smudge offa her tummy while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the Oil Baroness… PANDORA!”
The insensate Gabby flopped backward, hammies atop calves, arms wide and lifeless, the Latina snoozing fitfully from Panny's anesthetic. Pandora walked the outer rim of the Pit, looking up at the faces of the now cheering mob. She raised her arms high and wide.
"The Golden Goddess will reign forever. There is not a woman on the roster that can deny me!"
Panny ran both sets of fingers down her majestic frame. There was no one willing to refute her and she continued on her victory lap before meeting up with a ladder that's been slung over the Pit wall. As FAWN's Most Feared and the Mother of All Baronesses grabbed a rung to head up, she heard a thick thud/splersh from across the enclosure.
The G-Honey to Mendoza's G-Money, the Killer Bee who left Tiffany Mayes in her wake in the warm-up to Pandora's final coronation, Gorgeous Ginnifer Chadwick's leapt to the Pit floor and strode to the still unconscious Mendoza. Bent over her partner, still in her black-and-yellow battle gear, a sheen of glistening oil remaining, Chadwick clearly having passed on an immediate shower to watch her teammate become Pit Boss again only to fail spectacularly, Gin Blossom tapped lightly on the Latina's cheek.
"Come on, Gabs. Come back to me." she propped Mendoza with an arm behind her, wiping some matted ebony strands from Gabby's forehead. "You had that freak of nature. You were closer than anyWAHHHH!"
Chadwick howled in pain as the spiteful Baroness RIPPED Ginnifer to her feet, dipped slightly to swing her arms around Chadwick's ivory tummy from in front, and cinches a breathtaking Bear Hug around G-Honey, lifting Chadwick off the Pit floor.
"All you had to do was wait another minute and I would've been gone. You moron! She would have slept soundly for another minute!"
Panny squeezed tight, drawing a throaty gasp from the blonde. Gin Blossom raised her arms to dispatch an Earringer to the Amazon but a violent series of shakes from side to side proved an effective deterrent, Ginnifer's eyes spinning, head bobbling from the rattle. "But no, you had to show me up by entering the world of the Golden Goddess while it was still occupied...and now you'll pay for your stupidity."
With the squirming Gorgeous One in her grasp, Pandora surged toward the Pit wall and vertically SPLASHED, the sinewy frame of G-Honey between herself and the side of the Pit. The Baroness let Chadwick slide down her curvy frame to a limp kneel before backing away several steps and rushing the penitent Gin Blossom, BLASTING a knee between her eyes. Ginnifer's braincase snapped back violently and it's clear she's barely in touch with consciousness when it returned. Pandora flaunted her unassailable dominance to the appreciative masses then tugged the Gorgeous ragdoll to her feet. Pandora dipped an arm between the rubbery legs of her original foe's partner and vaulted Ginnifer up across her right shoulder in prime slamming position.
Hustling forward, the curvy Pit Boss POWERSLAMMED Ginnifer in a domineering 'X' across the dozing G-Money, the demolished G-Thang marking the spot where another exclamation point would be affixed to Pandora's career.
Gabby, and Ginnifer atop her, were mere disposable wreckage at the feet of Panny, the undeniable Mother of all Baronesses looking down with a haughty smirk, adjusting her oil-sopped bikini back into place as the crowd roars its approval.
From somewhere well above that cacophony came a voice tinged with amusement, irritation and perhaps the tiniest bit of admiration. “Oh dear, that was… well, rather emphatic, wasn’t it?”
Pandora and the FAWNatics craned their heads upward to hone in on Bethany Christian looming near the edge of her private skybox. Ignoring the undercurrent of boos that greeted her presence, the Commissioner admitted, “I fear we find ourselves in an unprecedented situation after Pandora’s outings tonight. You see, I always strive to offer only the most competitive bouts in any and all FAWN venues and as domineering as our third Baroness is in the squared circle, she strikes me as utterly untouchable within the confines of the Oil Pit. There--”
“GODDAMNED RIGHT!” Pandora barked, her arms spread wide.
Christian frowned. “Therefore, I am honor-bound to CLOSE the Oil Pit until further notice!” This was greeted with disgust all around and none more so than the Beach Colossus herself. Unmoved, Bethany raised an index finger and held it there until the throng began to quiet. “However, I wouldn’t dare remove such a popular feature without having an alternative that I’m confident you all… and that includes you, Panny, will enjoy just as much. What might it be, you ask? I’m afraid I’m not quite ready to let that particular cat out of the bag. All I can tell you is to keep an eye out in the new year.”
“I WANT IN!” Pandora bellowed. “TAKE THE PIT AWAY, I’LL RULE ANYTHING AND ANYONE YOU PUT IN MY WAY!”
Bethany smiled sagely. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.” she started to turn away, then paused, apparently thinking better of it. “And please, don’t mourn the drying of the Oil Pit too long or too loudly. Because it could make a triumphant return at any time… perhaps as soon as someone, anyone, can prove Pandora isn’t as invulnerable as she’d have us believe. Just something to keep in mind when you’re drafting your new year’s resolutions, everyone. Ta.”
“Not f*cking likely.” Pandora murmured after the skybox light went dark. “You better have a whole list of venues in mind, Beth. Because I’m gonna claim each and every one of ‘em.”
