Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2020 18:12:22 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.” the Announcer resumed his shtick once the FAWN Arena had regained a semblance of normalcy. “Introducing first, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way through the speakers as a massive number of ’Ravens’ took to the skies, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ a thing of dark beauty following recent victories over Adelaide Brewster and the woman she’d battle tonight. Those gathered for Summer Swelter roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Taking a moment (perhaps a little bit longer than usual) to take in the controlled chaos that was the FAWN Arena, Lemarchand eventually hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. It was returned a thousand-fold, thus providing a suitable backdrop for her journey to the squared circle.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight’s potentially series ending confrontation with the malevolent Wolf of Winter, Lenore sported strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Quite intent on closing out her rivalry with Miss Murder (as well as erasing the sting of a few high profile house show losses throughout the last month) Lenore ignored the hands extended in her direction, though she did pause to offer her sigil in front of a large ‘Nevermore’ banner held by almost a dozen front row fans. Once that was done she went straight up the steps and vaulted over the top rope to claim the center of the ring as her own. Turning toward the stage rather than the hard camera, she raised the Raven one more time before heading to the far corner where referee Algernon Carpenter waited to make a quick check of her pads and boots.
With the ref tending to his appointed rounds, the Announcer resumed his. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the Icy Manipulator! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
Universal hatred from those assembled, not even the malcontents is section 1408 would sully themselves cheering for Miss Murder. Their disgust grew all the more palpable when the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the Malicious Mainer openly daring the collection of sub-humanoids to do their absolute worst. They gave it their all, though it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by recent events, Elise drew an index finger to and then across her throat, a promise of violence waiting in the wings. Smiling beatifically for the resultant jeers, the cruel-hearted brunette turned her attention to the little bird in the ring and started down the ramp.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely aware of the massed disdain now that she was strolling straight through it, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked Lenore, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Al Carpenter with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise only had eyes for Lenore while she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let the Raven know a slashed throat was the least of her concerns. Offering Lenore a sweet smile when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing Al to trail along so he could carry out his last inspection.
Satisfied that neither of his charges had smuggled anything untoward into the ring, Al turned away to throw a signal to the Timeke--
Elise came out of her corner in a dead sprint, Miss Murder halfway across the squared circle before the bell even sounded. Lenore wasn’t quite caught flatfooted, but the sheer abruptness of her archrival’s approach ensured she’d only raised the most meager of defenses when Winterrest leapt in with an infuriated Elbow Strike. The blow smashed against Lemarchand’s forearms hard enough to drive them into the Raven’s face while the rest of Elise’s bulk forced her back against the turnbuckles. Throwing punches before she hit the ground, Winterrest pressed the crown of her skull against the other brunette’s guard and just pak-pak-pak-pak-pak-PAKKED a heavy series of lefts and rights into Lenore’s flanks.
To her credit the Courtier made no issue to call for a break, instead she shifted the guard into a Muy-Thai style clasp, then jerked Elise’s head down and pumped her right knee up into-- Winterrest intercepted Lemarchand’s knee with both hands and raaaaaaked down with her nails while simultaneously swatting it aside. In the same instant she responded with a knee of her own, the bony joint landing flush against the line of her opponent’s waistband. Lenore doubled over or at least tried, she made it less than halfway before Elise palmed her shoulders and bodied her up against the turnbuckles. A single brusque Slap twisted Lemarchand’s head to the side, meaning she didn’t have eyes on Winterrest when she crooked her hands into talons and clamped down on her foe’s breasts!
“AAAHHH BYTCH!” Lenore shrieked in surprised outrage, clamped down on the other brunette’s wrists and tried to prize them loose. “Get your f*cking hands off me!”
Elise pressed in closer and twisted her wrists in opposite directions, the Icy Manipulator taking out two months of embarrassment and frustration on Lenore’s girls. “Make me, you whiny little shyt!” she hissed. “Or squeal for the referee if you’re feeling help--”
“Break it up, Elise, she’s in the corner!” Carpenter came in with one hand already raised to start the count, so imagine his surprise when Winterrest cleared off without further prompting. It seemed to catch Lenore off-guard too, as instead of leaving the corner she took a moment to fix the edges of her distended top. This proved a costly mistake because it allowed Elise to pivot in place and THWHAP a hard Back Kick into the pit of Lemarchand’s stomach!
The official and the FAWNatics squawked their outrage while Lenore folded over and Winterrest helped herself to a double handful of hair. Yanking Lemarchand out of the corner before Al could do a damned thing to stop her, Elise rushed along the ropes with Lenore trailing behind and BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle as soon as they reached the next corner! The Fair & Radiant Maiden sagged in place before turning aro-- Elise plunged her hands into the Raven’s dark hair, yanked her head back and BWUUUNGED her face against the turnbuckle a second time! To make matters worse, she leaned in with all her weight to ensure there was nowhere for Lemarchand to go when she began to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaag her back and forth across the rough canvas!
Lenore squealed in garbled indignation, the gobsmacked grappler making a noise that might’ve been ‘BREAK!’ even before Al hurried over to intervene. “Dammit Elise, I told you to get it out of the corner!” As before the First Degree Femme Fatale obeyed the letter of his command while blatantly violating the spirit. Ending the vile scrubbing as bade, Elise crooked her hands into talons and scored Lenore from shoulders to buttocks to ensure she was dealing with yet another distraction when the black-clad brunette reeled her into a Side Headlock.
Positioning Lemarchand between herself and the strands, Miss Murder pressed the Raven’s protesting features to the rubber-coated steel and set off on a wickedly slow stroll to the next corner, Winterrest just scraaaaaaaaaaaaping her nemesis’ face an angry red. Lenore fought her every step of the way, pushing, shoving, groping and clawing at the other brunette’s flanks, but Elise endured it all with an evil (albeit slightly pained) smile as she continued to make Lemarchand carry every bit of her weight.
Al Carpenter was waiting for them when they reached the third corner, the lanky ref effectively taking up residence in the buckles to block Winterrest’s path. “I swear Elise, if you don’t get it out of the corner right now I’ll--” Elise twisted away without giving up the Headlock and set off at a predatory gallop that brought both wrestlers to center-ring, whereupon the Malicious Mainer sprang into the air and ultimately came down on her butt while Lenore was THWHONKED forehead-first against the deck! Lemarchand bounced and flopped onto her back, one hand pressed to her mouth and nose while both heels beat an erratic distress call on the mat.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ4q0mfIKks
Beside her, Winterrest sprang to boot-leather, reared back and raked the front of her one piece from right shoulder to left hip, her fingers tracing the route of those crimson slashes. “SHE’S RUINED!” the Icy Manipulator bellowed at the Raven’s flock. “HER MIND IS FAILING, HER SPIRIT IS SHATTERED, TONIGHT I BREAK HER BODY!”
This was a task easier said than done and one failed by dozens of women over the course of the last decade, yet Winterrest wasn’t lacking for confidence when she plunged both hands into Lenore’s hair and hauled her upright. A pair of straight left jabs meant the Courtier’s defenses were suitably scrambled when Elise dipped low and tossed Lemarchand’s right arm across the back of her neck. Wrapping her right arm around Lenore’s waist, she braced her free hand above the other brunette’s right knee and muscled her into the air, Elise getting enough height to stretch Lemarchand out full length. From there she swung her down and bent one knee, the Icy Manipulator’s ‘Murderous’ Atomic Drop THWHUMPING Lenore’s undercarriage against the posted joint with nauseating strength!
'MURDEROUS' ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dg1dOI73ElY
Lemarchand doubled over in knock-kneed anguish but didn’t tumble to the deck, so Winterrest reached down, grabbed hold of both ankles and swept her legs out from underneath. Wrenching the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s stems apart at an unpleasant angle, Elise looked into her rival’s pain-wracked features and said, “Beg. Rumor has it you’ve become quite good at it over the course of the last month. I want to hear it for mys--”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Lemarchand interrupted. “You’ll never hear me NNNGHH!”
Elise stamped down on Lenore’s navel, reset her footing, then went up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees to DRIVE a Headbutt into the fork of her opponent’s crotch! Still in possession of Lemarchand’s ankles, Elise got to her feet and hopped headfirst through the parted stems, her shins coming down full force on the backs of Lenore’s upturned thighs in a painful modification of the old Spanish Press. Flat on her back with both legs up and spread at an ignominious angle, Emily’s Lady in Waiting squirmed through a count of…
HEADBUTT & MURDEROUS CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTYNjUhwAFw
ONE…
TWO…
…she got her hands against Elise’s knees and pushed Miss Murder away half a whisper after ‘TWO!’
“Go ahead, keep fighting me little bird.” Winterrest was on her feet and circling the discombobulated battler. “Every ounce of resistance will only make it all the more delightful when you finally start to weep in my clutches.” Lenore offered nothing banter-worthy so Elise helped herself to a whole lotta hair and hauled her up alongside only to double her over with a Toe Kick that led directly into a Standing Headscissors. Pulsing her thighs for the sole purpose of hearing Lemarchand groan, Winterrest turned the both of them toward the hard camera so the worldwide audience had the best possible view of the Raven’s backside when she treated it to half a dozen derisive slaps.
“You see this?” she asked of the FAWNatics. “This belongs to ME now!” As proof of ownership she crooked her fingers into claws, slipped them into the leg-holes of her opponent’s briefs and-- Lenore pressed her hands to the other brunette’s thighs and pushed away even as she stood up straight for an improvised but effective Back Body Drop that flipped Elise onto her NO!
Elise wasn’t known for regular shows of acrobatic prowess, yet here she reminded everyone of her nimble bona fides by flipping through would-be counter to land on her feet directly behind the other brunette. Wheeling around as Lemarchand did the same, Elise paintbrushed the Courtier’s cheek with a quick slap, then grabbed her by the throat and--“NNGGGHH!”
Lenore brought a heavy Double Axehandle down on Winterrest’s bicep to break the goozle before Elise could do so much as squeeze. Elise’s face registered indignation, surprise and pain in that order as Lenore caught a rough handful of hair and tugged her into a Headbutt that THWHONKED the bridge of her nose! She stumbled on the spot, hands falling to her sides in a daze that allowed Lemarchand to pivot on her left foot and bring her right leg up, the Fair & Radiant Maiden touching that heel to her backside to put a little more snap on the kick she THWHACKED against the other brunette’s ear!
Knocked ‘round in a half circle by the strike, Elise stumbled off in search of the ropes only to let out an angry little ‘eep!’ when Lenore rushed in and wedged her head under her left arm. Catching a Waistlock in the blink of an eye, Lemarchand dipped deep and popped her hips to take Winterrest up, over and most importantly DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! Elise tumbled onto her back and was immediately covered by the Raven, Lenore hooking the far leg for…
QUESTION MARK KICK & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uU_MOq58z0
ONE…
TWO…
A shoulder up simultaneous with ‘TWO’ confirmed that there was still a great deal of hard work ahead of Emily’s Lady in Waiting. This revelation didn’t bother her in the slightest, indeed she looked rather galvanized when she got to her feet and immediately delivered a quick Elbow Drop to the vulnerable wrestler’s sternum. Elise grunted, rolled onto her stomach, then voiced an angry squeal because Lemarchand snatched a double handful of hair and swiped her face back & forth across the thinly-sheathed plywood!
“This is how you’re playing now?” she growled. “All the old lady’s bytchy little tricks? I see you and raise, sweetie.”
Carpenter hurried over with a warning at the ready, so Lenore yanked Elise’s noggin back and BWONKED her forehead against the deck so she wouldn’t put up a fight when she hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Gripping Miss Murder by the scruff of the neck, Lemarchand honed in on the opposite corner and rushed it at top speed only to stop short enough to kick her right leg up, bracing that foot against the top turnbuckle. Then she drove Elise the rest of the way in, Lenore smashing Winterrest’s face against the heel of her waiting boot.
The black-clad battler reeled away from the buckles without paying Lemarchand the slightest bit of attention, meaning the Courtier went unobserved (save for the audience of course) when she hopped onto the bottom rope and used it to spin herself into a perch on the second strand. Elsewhere, Winterrest cleared the last of the cobwebs and turned to find the obnoxiously tenacious little bi--THWHAP! Lenore sprang from the corner and drove both heels into her rival’s chest with a pretty little Dropkick that put Elise flat on her back.
2ND ROPE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmzjbu0TIig
Aware enough to recognize the threat of a quick cover, Winterrest rolled to her stomach to prevent such an encroachment and paid a steep price when Lemarchand strode over and left her feet to deliver a Knee Drop to the base of her opponent’s skull! Elise jolted from end to end, allowing Lenore the opportunity to hook a Half Nelson and roll her onto her back. Just like that she slid into a Lateral Press, the Raven keeping one hand pressed to the other brunette’s far shoulder while she grrrrrrrrooound her forearm against Winterrest’s jaw through…
ONE…
TWO…
The First Degree Femme Fatale kicked free and rolled away, presumably making a bid for the ropes before Lemarchand stopped her in her tracks with a double handful of hair. “I don’t think so, cutie.” Lenore bounced the back of Winterrest’s skull against the deck for the simple joy of emphasizing her point. “After the shyt you’ve pulled? You’ve forfeit the right to run.”
Getting up without letting her hands leave Elise’s hair, Lemarchand forced her nemesis to stand, then pumped a Kneelift into her belly and slapped on a Front Facelock. Not happy about this reversal of roles, the Malicious Mainer pounded a few punches into Lenore’s flank, so the Raven yoked up on the Facelock and pwak-pwak-pwaaaked a trio of Overhand Forearm Smashes into Elise’s lower back. With Winterrest’s sass quieted for the time being, Lenore dipped her head so she could sling the near arm across the back of her neck and cradle the left leg behind the knee. Yanking that leg off the mat in time with a gorgeously high bridge, Lemarchand THWHUMPED Elise down flat on her back and bridged onto tiptoe to the other woman down through…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVzGFQyAPHo
ONE…
TWO…
“OW! Oh, you bytch!”
Lenore broke the cover of her own accord because Elise reached up and over with her right hand to claw her left breast! On her feet before Winterrest could so much as blink, Lemarchand sprang straight up and came down with her right foot THUMPING Elise’s tits! There was an audible ‘oooffffh’ of oxygen leaving lungs, though this was almost entirely overwhelmed by collective roar of Lenore’s flock when she shoveled Winterrest onto her stomach and took command of her ankles.
“Whuuuu… what’s your hurry, little bird?” the Icy Manipulator huffed, clearly short of breath in the aftermath of the stomp. “Afraid you’re going to crumble into another mess of mewling failure if this match goes more than ten min--goddamned whore, let me GO!”
No chance of that, Lemarchand had already tucked her opponent’s left ankle into the pit of her right knee and folded that leg up to complete the Figure Four. “You want out?” Lenore brought her right leg up and over, planting that foot just south of Miss Murder’s hip to trap that folded right leg beneath her thigh. Now she had Elise’s right wrist in both hands and was tugging it back at an awkward angle. “You know what I want, mama’s girl. Say it loud enough for her to hear you all the way across the pond.”
“F*ck you, little bird.” Winterrest said with a wicked smile. “We both know she shattered your armor. Tonight’s the night I pull out the soft little creature inside and RRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Lenore angled the captured limb up, leaned forward and deftly hooked her left arm over, a move that increased the torque on Winterrest’s shoulder and allowed the Raven to get a hand under Elise’s chin. Once that was done she slipped her right hand into place, secured the S-grip and craaaaaaaaaanked back to put all sorts of pressure on Elise’s neck.
MODIFIED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjuouKq9r_E
Winterrest’s face was turned away from Al Carpenter at the moment, but he didn’t need to see her expression to note the ugly angle of her neck. “How you doing, Elise?” he asked within five seconds. “Need me to call--”
“Not tonight, Al.” Lenore interrupted. “Tonight you’re not here to ask. Tonight you’re here to listen. Isn’t that right, cutie?”
“On the contrary, you brazen slut.” Winterrest groaned. “It will bring me the most sublime joy to hear this upstanding official ask for and receive your blubbering surrendAAAAAARRRRRRHHH FAHK!”
Lenore pulled up on her knotted hands and jostled them back and forth, a tactic that increased the strain on Winterrest’s neck and abraded her elegant features in a single stroke. “What’re you going to make me do, Lissie?” the Courtier growled. “Better yet, what are YOU going to do when I tap you out again? Something tells me dear old mum won’t OOOWWW YOU SHYT!”
Lemarchand’s machinations had brought her hands a bit too close to the Icy Manipulator’s mouth and Winterrest made her pay by chomping down on the base of one thumb! Lenore broke the clasp but didn’t pull away, rather she moved her free hand to the back of Elise’s head and snatched hold of her hair. Cranking the other brunette’s head back at a rough angle, she yanked her gnawed hand loose with a infuriated hiss, then BWONKED her archrival’s face against the canvas!
“C’mon Lenore.” Al coaxed as the Raven doubled down on the hair-hold to haul Elise to verticality. “You can cup her ears or hook her shoulder-straps just as easily as you can pull her hair.”
“Yeah, but then I can’t do this.” Lemarchand straightened Winterrest up and just whipped her head from side to side, Elise keening to the rafters as she tried to prize Lenore’s talons from her locks. Reeling her foe into a Front Facelock before Carpenter could start a count, Lemarchand slung the near arm across her shoulders and leaned down to grab Winterrest’s right ankle. She then crossed the Malicious Mainer’s lower leg across her left thigh to craft a sort of standing Figure Four that-- “EERRHHH!”
A loud snarl of pain from Lenore when Elise crooked her right hand into a C-shaped claw and affixed it to the center of her attacker’s trunks! Unable to concentrate on her hooks thanks to the fires down below, Lemarchand broke away and made Miss Murder pay for her insolence with a scathing backhand! The claw fell away but didn’t go far because Lenore caught that wrist in both hands and sent Elise careening toward the far corner. She followed only a few steps behind, Emily’s Lady in Waiting intent on driving a knee (or knees) straight through Winterrest’s smirking-- Elise twisted through a half circle and brought her right foot whipping up in a kick aimed at Lemarchand’s NO!
Lenore caught the other brunette’s ankle in both hands and gave it a sharp twist. “Not Bly Material, were NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
With both arms hooked over the top rope Elise didn’t need a plant foot to THWHUMP a nasty punt between Lemarchand’s thighs! Relishing the anguish that blossomed on the little bird’s snotty face, Winterrest drew both knees to her chest and pumped a Mule Kick into Lenore’s chest from a distance of less than six inches. Lenore ‘oooooffffffhed’ and clambered away, the usually surefooted wrestler stepping in fencepost holes as she fought to keep her balance.
In this she ultimately succeeded, though she needed almost three quarters of the squared circle to do so. As for the Wolf of Winter, she was still denned up in the corner nursing her aches when Lenore charged and leapt, the aggrieved bendyback drawing an arm back for a huge Elbow-- Elise hooked an arm under that exposed limb, pivoted in place and casually BWUUUNGED her opponent spine-first into the top turnbuckle!
HIP TOSS TO TURNBUCKLES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e35NTxe9_4
Lemarchand bounced away and dropped straight down to land awkwardly on her left hip. Features crimped in hurt, she scooted into the corner, one arm wrapped around the bottom rope while her other hand rubbed at-- “NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Elise charged, leapt and raised her knees, all the better to THWHUNK her shins against the seated grappler’s shoulders.
BASEMENT KNEES IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOW-LjdVOBk
As if the initial impact wasn’t painful enough, the Basement Knees whiplashed the base of Lenore’s skull into the bottom turnbuckle with enough strength to leave her ragdoll woozy when Elise buried both hands in her hair and yanked her to boot-leather. “Did I ever mention you pull hair like a little bytch?” Winterrest’s tone was mild, an impressive show of control for someone currently attempting to yank Lemarchand’s head from her shoulders. The Courtier’s response was a hissed curse and talons raked down her tormentor’s forearms, so Elise BWUUUNGED the back of her skull against the top turnbuckle once, twice, thrice, then broke the hair-hold to fill those vicious, rending hands with her enemy’s breasts.
Credit the ring awareness of one Lenore Lemarchand, she damned well knew she was in the turnbuckles so rather than call to Al for the break she crooked her left arm into a cudgel pounded a few desperate forearms into Winterrest’s sternum. Sure enough, the ref approached within the span of heartbeats and having learned from earlier mistakes, simply launched into a count. “ONE! TWO! THR--”
Elise raised her hands to signify her compliance but this merely a feint to draw the zebra’s attention before she THUMPED a quick Kneelift into the Raven’s crotch!
Lenore sobbed and crumpled forward with both hands wedged between her thighs, meaning she powerless to stop Winterrest from collecting her head in a Front Facelock. Stepping back as Lemarchand slopped forward, Miss Murder pivoted on the spot so she could lift her right foot and brace it against the second strand. Just like that she pushed off and out, Winterrest launching herself into the aether for a gorgeous half circle that culminated in her landing in a comfortable seat while Lenore was SPIKED on the crown of her skull! The Fair & Radiant Maiden rolled through to a glassy-eyed seat before tumbling onto her stomach in a slow motion collapse and didn’t so much as move until Elise clamped on at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her back. Collecting Lemarchand’s legs immediately thereafter, the Wolf of Winter pointed her rival’s ass to the rafters and nodded along while Al and the FAWNatics counted out…
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY43I0rmepo
ONE…
TWO…
Lenore didn’t kick free of the cover, instead she reached out and grabbed the bottom rope so Carpenter would do it for her.
“Clever.” Elise sounded anything but amused when she shoved Lemarchand onto her stomach and slapped on a Front Facelock. “I know you know how much I f*cking hate clever.”
Catching a handful of Lenore’s trunks at her right hip, the First Degree Femme Fatale clambered to her feet and forced Lenore to do the-- Winterrest kicked both feet forward and dropped to her back, thus THWHONKING the other brunette’s pate against the deck for the second time in less than a minute. Transformed from Raven to spread-eagle by the concussive force of her nemesis’ ‘Murderous’ DDT, Lenore only voiced a soft groan when Elise climbed aboard and palmed a shoulder in each hand, the Malicious Mainer leaning in so close a strong exhalation would’ve pressed her midriff to the Courtier’s face. Al dropped down alongside in the midst of this mounting to ensure a timely count of…
'MURDEROUS' DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbxdmfrnIgY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand lifted her hips and turned to one side, spilling Elise off half a tic shy of ‘THREE!’ Winterrest spared the referee a withering look, though she didn’t seem all that perturbed as she palmed Lemarchand’s head in her hands and forced the both of ‘em to stand. Segueing to a Three Quarters Facelock in the span between heartbeats, Elise went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to somersault Emily’s Lady in Waiting onto her rump with a no-frills Snapmare. Face pinched in pain, Lenore reached for her tailbone only to redirect to the other brunette’s wrists when Winterrest palmed her forehead in her right hand and cupped her chin in the left. Bearing down with the former while simultaneously pulling with latter, Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Lenore’s head to one side and murmured, “Don’t worry little bird, my aim is to hurt, not injure. Although I certainly couldn’t be held responsible if you were too foolish to surrender before all this strain SNAPPED your delicate little neck!”
NECK TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJY9_ZSFvWs
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics at the increasingly ugly angle of Lemarchand’s head, Al stepped in to check on his charge only to retreat without a word when Lenore waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’. “What’s wrong, little bird?” Winterrest let her left thumb scrape against the corner of her opponent’s mouth. “Afraid our dear Mr. Carpenter will hear the panic in your voice if you dare open that prissy beak of--” Elise trailed off in sudden confused silence when Lemarchand’s shoulders began to rise and fall in a series of fitful giggles. Dark eyes flashing, Elise squeezed her right hand a little tighter so those nails scraped the other brunette’s forehead. “What’s so funny, little bird?”
“You!” Lenore answered immediately. “And all of this,” she shifted her voice into an exceedingly supercilious take on Winterrest’s usual alto, “it would be a shame if I had to break your scrawny neck.” she giggled again, returned to her usual voice. “Your rampaging alpha bytch of a mother got into my head so smoothly I didn’t even realize she was there until it was too f*cking late. But youUUURRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Elise slipped her left thumb into the corner of Lenore’s mouth to add a sadistic fishhook even as she increased the torque on the Neck Twist. “Yes?” Miss Murder asked sweetly. “What about me?”
“Hrrrgghhhh…just as ham-fisted as ever.” Lemarchand growled through clenched teeth. “It’s why the Headmistress is a super villain and you’re strictly a hench-wenNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Knowing damned well that Carpenter was about to start bleating about the Fishhook, Winterrest relinquished it and the Neck Twist, though she kept her hands occupied by palming Lenore’s head. There was a heavy ‘THWHUNK!’ followed by a low ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ from those assembled when Elise lunged forward and slammed her right knee into the back of the other brunette’s skull.
The Courtier jolted forward, would’ve timbered to one side or another if Winterrest hadn’t caught a handful of hair and dragged her into a knock-kneed semblance of verticality. Claiming Lenore’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa, the Icy Manipulator crossed her foe’s arms at the wrists, then twisted around so the wrestlers were back to back with the nape of Lemarchand’s neck snug to Elise’s left shoulder. Effectively strapped in place by her own traitorous arms, there was no way for the Fair & Radiant Maiden to initiate an escape plan before Elise kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to THAWHAM Lenore down on back of her already achin’ skull.
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nyq823MY38
Pushing to a seat beside her splattered adversary, Winterrest raked a hand through her hair while favoring the Raven with a contemptuous glare. “ What about that, little bird? Anything about that feel particularly ham-fis--”
“It… it must kill you.” Lenore grunted. “To strive so hard and still fail to accomplish what Imogene makes look effortlEESSSSUUUGGGHH!”
Elise scrambled to her feet in a rage that she promptly directed at the pit of Lenore’s stomach in the form of a hopping Stomp! Lemarchand folded up around the encroaching footwear but would’ve settled out on her back if Winterrest hadn’t grabbed on at hip and shoulder and rolled her onto her stomach. Boots planted on either side of the Raven’s thighs, Elise snatched Lenore’s left ankle and quickly tucked that shin into the pit of her right knee, then planted her left foot atop the vulnerable extremity. “Caw as loudly as you’d like, little bird.” Miss Murder took Lenore’s right ankle in her left hand and pulled it into the air. “In the end you’ll still beg me to honor your submission. In the end you’ll debase yourself to escape my wrath.”
“I’ve shared a ring with you on more than one occasion.” Lenore spat. “That’s debasement enough, don’t you thinKAAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
MURDEROUS LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBpHjWomtNU
Elise doubled down on Lemarchand’s right foot, then dropped into a deep squat and stretched out full length save for her left leg which was extended almost directly overhead to keep that figure four in place. As for Lenore, her legs and most of her torso was wrenched off the mat, thus putting extreme pressure on her spine as well as her knotted legs.
“You think you know shame?” the First Degree Femme Fatale hissed at her shrieking opposition. “You think you know how it feels to truly LOSE a Humiliation Game? I assure you little bird, what you endured in the ring at Bly is nothing more than prologue for NGH! NGH!” The angle wasn’t great, but sheer proximity meant there was still plenty of sting on the pair of elbows Lemarchand jabbed into her opponent’s side. “Is that the best you can muster?” Winterrest taunted. “You should’ve submitted to the Neck TwiSERGH! HAIR! HAIRRRGGNNGGHH! NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
More desperate to escape than she’d care to admit, Lenore gouged another elbow into Elise’s ribs, then draped that arm over the other brunette’s chest and grabbed a handful of hair in the process. Winterrest’s protest was immediate yet still too slow to stop Emily’s Lady in Waiting from yanking her head off the canvas and bouncing it twice in rapid succession! She would’ve delivered half a dozen more if Elise hadn’t tossed her legs aside and rolled away in the same instant.
Free of the agonizing hold, Lemarchand put a hand to the small of her back and pressed hard in an effort to stifle the worst of the pain. She could’ve used several more seconds applied to these ministrations, unfortunately she had to cut them short in order to regain her footing half a heartbeat before Elise swept her into a rough Collar-&-Elbow Lock--“OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Elise struck with another Kneelift, not quite low enough to trigger a warning from Al Carpenter, but more than sufficient to scramble the Courtier’s defenses for the time it took her to slap a Gut-Wrench around Lenore’s waist. Hands locked, she ‘hupped’ the Raven off her feet and spun her upside down so that they finished in a standing north-south arrangement with Elise looking out from between the other brunette’s parted stems. “Why waste time on the chattering of birds when you could quote a Wolf?” Winterrest asked of the assembled FAWNatics as she turned in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera. “And the Wolf says that this little bird is finished forever morRRRRRGGGHHOOOOOWWW!”
Fighting off the Bly flashbacks as best she could, Lenore twisted her head to one side, pressed her mug to Elise’s right thigh and chomped down hard! Elise staggered awkwardly, an understandable albeit disastrous reaction as her backpedaling combined with some timely kicking from the Raven meant Miss Murder tipped backward while Lenore ended up on her feet in full control of the perilous grip. Lemarchand heard the delighted roar of the crowd, but her attention was zeroed in on the Icy Manipulator. “You probably already know… but your mum does it better.” She shot up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees, the Fair & Radiant Maiden THWHONKING Elise’s skull into the deck courtesy of a Tombstone Piledriver! Winterrest hit the mat as dead weight and Lenore collapsed atop her, once again in a north-south predicament, only now it was horizontal so she could hook Miss Murder’s left leg behind the knee and pull it toward her while Carpenter counted…
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI4xnSRlQNA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise bridged sharply to the left, tossing Lemarchand from her mount by the slimmest of margins. Stretched out beside the hated other, Lenore and Elise looked up at the lights and drew in deep, steadying breaths. When they made no move to rise, Al positioned himself close by and began a much longer, but potentially just as decisive sort of count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…” no movement from either brunette, save for the shallow rise and fall of their respiration. “FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…” Lenore rolled one way while Elise tumbled in the other, each still moving in slow motion as they tried to power through their various aches and pains. “EIGHT… NINE--”
A mutual, albeit creaky return to verticality, the Raven and the Wolf facing away from one another until the precise moment they realized her nemesis wasn’t within their line of sight. They rounded on one another and Winterrest came out swinging with a huge Haymaker aimed at the point of Lemarchand’s ch-- Lenore planted on her right foot to bring the left one up and out, the Courtier driving a Big Boot into her opponent’s bicep! Elise cried out, drew that arm tight to her chest and-- PWAAAK! Lenore put Winterrest’s head on a swivel with a straight right hand smashed against her cheek!
STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGc3WUYwHDc
Miss Murder swayed like a reed in a high wind but she didn’t leave her feet which ensured Lemarchand didn’t have to bend down to scrape her off the mat, she only had to step in and plant her right foot behind Elise’s heels. Barely aware of the roaring FAWNatics, Emily’s Lady in Waiting helped herself to Winterrest’s right wrist and tugged that arm tight across her own midsection. Once that was secured she leeeeeaaaaaned forward to bend Elise back in a sinuous bridge, one that let Lenore collect her noggin in a Front Facelock. Cinching the trap tight, snapped down and back to THAWHUNK Elise’s forehead into the deck with sickening force! Slopped out on her tummy in the wake of another terrifying Nepenthean Dream, Winterrest showed no signs of life when Lenore barreled her onto her back and bundled both legs tight enough to point her rump at the rafters through…
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwadbb8jdHA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!
The First Degree Femme Fatale didn’t have the strength to break the predicament, but she had enough left in reserve to reach out and grab hold of the bottom strand!
“Ropes!” Al called over the deafening disappointed din of those assembled.
Cursing herself a million kinds of fool for not binding the other brunette’s wrist, Lenore got to her feet and retreated to mid-ring to catch her breath and plot her next move, not necessarily in that order.
As for Elise, she dragged herself to a seat and leaned back against the rubber-coated steel. Slowly honing in on the Raven, she rasped, “The time at Bly broke you, little bird! Two months ago you never would’ve been so lax as to pin me within arm’s reach of the ro--”
Lemarchand flew in on ebon wings, at least that’s how it seemed to the fans in the moment before she drove her left knee into Winterrest’s sk-- Elise lunged toward the incoming Raven, grabbed hold of her waistband and yanked forward while twisting to one side. Lenore pitched headlong into the ropes, her throat meeting the second strand with a sickening TWANG! She bounced back the way she’d came, both hands pressed to her throat long before she hit the mat in a breathless sprawl. Boots kicking frantically, the Courtier rolled onto her stomach and managed to regain a knee, though her head was down and one hand was still pressed to the burning expanse of her ne--THWHACK!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
Elise succeeded where Lenore had failed, the Icy Manipulator coming off the ropes in a dead sprint to drive the point of her right knee into Lemarchand’s chin! Knocked somewhere well into next week by the percussive force of Winterrest’s vengeance, Lenore was left stretched out in an insensate sprawl with Elise knelt beside, yet Miss Murder made no attempt to go for a pin.
“Remember how you treated me at Spring Break, little bird?” she asked to no response whatsoever. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Hooking her fingers beneath the cups of Lenore’s top, Elise peeled the garment up over the other brunette’s head and tossed it into one corner. Considering the catty nature of their rivalry, some of the more salacious elements in the crowd hooted and hollered in anticipation of some murderous clawing, then voiced disappointed boos when Winterrest ignored the exposed bounty in favor of sliding into position at the other brunette’s feet.
“Do you recall my message when you were leaving Bly, little bird? What I PROMISED to do to you the next time we met?” Elise didn’t wait for an answer, instead grabbed Lemarchand’s ankles and got to her feet with those long limbs stretched in a vulnerable ‘V’. With no one (least of all Lenore) in any position to stop her fun, Miss Murder angled the other brunette’s right shin across her left leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and snaked her own left ankle over Lemarchand’s exposed right foot. This bit of leggy knot-work and some deft adjustments rolled Lenore onto her stomach and put the Malicious Mainer on one knee behind her prey. Savoring the feel of her fingers lacing across Lemarchand’s chin, Elise drew in a deep breath and cooed, “There’s nothing I love more than a prophecy fulfilled.” She hunkered forward and craaaaaaaaaaaanked the whole of Lenore’s upper body off the canvas with human torture device she called Justifiable Homicide!
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE @ 4:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfCqSS06LxM
Algernon Carpenter had seen dozens of women subjected to this particular torment during Elise’s time in FAWN and he knew how they tended to react. Both hands braced against the deck in a futile effort to reduce the strain of the Chinlock. And screaming of course. Lots and lots of screaming. So the lanky official was understandably concerned when Elise sank it in deep and Lenore’s only response was a soft groan and arms that hung limp at her sides. Hipping to what’d happened in the span between heartbeats, Al didn’t ask Lemarchand for a submission, he just took one limp wrist and raised it shoulder level to see if it’d fall when he let go. No surprise, it did. “ONE!”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Elise’s question was tinged with anger and perhaps the tiniest bit of alarm. “Ask her if she submits!”
“She’s out cold, Elise.”
“The f*ck she is!” Winterrest halved the Chinlock, slipped three fingers into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth and pulled back in a pitiless fishhook. The Raven produced some low, pitiable sound deep in the back of her throat, but her eyelids only fluttered and her hands stayed right where they were. “Ask her, goddamn you!” Elise barked at Carpenter. “ASK HER!”
Al did not. He took the Courtier’s wrist a second time and sure enough his previous experiment yielded identical results.
“I swear Carpenter, if you don’t ask this simpering bytch for her submission I’ll--”
Al reached for Lenore’s wrist a third time and ended up on his butt because Elise broke the Chinlock and shoved him away! “DON’T YOU DARE!” she roared over the boos of those assembled. “DON’T YOU DARE DENY ME WHAT’S MINE!”
Al didn’t get up, but he didn’t take his eyes off Elise either. “Put a hand on me again and I’ll call the match on the spot. Understand, El--”
Winterrest pounced at the seated zebra only to redirect herself at Lenore at the last possible second. Burying her hands in Lemarchand’s hair, Elise muscled her to her knees, reeled her into a Headscissors and butterflied Lenore’s arms so forcefully Al worried it might dislocate her shoulders. As for Elise, she didn’t look worried, she looked incensed. Hands clasped between the other brunette’s shoulders, she flipped Lemarchand upside down and proceeded to hold her there while she turned in a full circle that showed off her defenseless, partially stripped prey to all four sides of the arena. Halfway through the second revolution she dropped backward to THAWHONK Lenore’s skull against the unyielding canvas!
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
Left down in the dark by this Murder Most Foul, Lemarchand was little better than breathing furniture when Elise slid into a full body pin. Ankles across thighs and hands on shoulders, Winterrest leaned in close and screamed her fury down into Lenore’s face even as Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded several times without Elise relinquishing her perch, indeed she was still bellowing at the Raven when the Announcer cut in over the jeers with, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
“Come on Elise, that’s enough.” Al kept his tone quiet and calm as he moved in beside his charges. “The match is over, go ahead and take your--” he would’ve said ‘lap’ but Miss Murder popped up and rounded on him the instant he touched her shoulder.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, JUST SHUT YOUR BLOODY, JABBERING MOUTH!” the wild-eyed brunette railed. “THE LITTLE BIRD IS MINE! THE BEST OF FIVE IS MINE AND SHE WILL BE MADE TO BEG IN FRONT OF THE MISERABLE THRONG!”
Carpenter was rapidly running out of ring in which to backpedal so he set his feet and prayed Elise wouldn’t try to shred him right then and there. “Not tonight, she won’t.” he said. “She’s been unconscious since that Running Knee and you damned well know it. So take your lap and enjoy the OFH!”
Winterrest shoved Al hard, then grabbed a handful of collar and yanked him close. “You don’t understand, idiot. The victory is merely incidental, something nice for the record book. The only thing that really matters is this Humiliation Game we’ve been playing for two f*cking years and THAT doesn’t end until Lenore Lemarchand is on her knees before me begging for her pathetic career!”
“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to try again some other time, because it’s not happening tonight.”
The slightest flicker in Carpenter’s glance made Elise whip in a half circle, then shriek with the fury of a denied Banshee when she half a dozen zebras between herself and Lenore. To make matters worse, the insensate Raven was actively leaving the ring, thanks mostly to the assistance of Merle and Reginald Ashley Worthington III.
CRAAACK!
Miss Murder turned and clouted Al with a Slap that sent him reeling knock-kneed into the ropes! Bailing from the squared circle immediately thereafter, she snatched the Announcer’s mic and howled, “YOU’RE IN CHECK, LITTLE BIRD! THE HUMILIATION GAME IS WITHIN MY GRASP, BUT IT WILL ONLY TRULY END WHEN I END YOU!”
Winterrest tossed the stick aside, sprang over the rail and disappeared into the FAWNatics, leaving a whole herd of skittish zebras to escort the semi-conscious Raven up the ramp and through the curtain.
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way through the speakers as a massive number of ’Ravens’ took to the skies, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ a thing of dark beauty following recent victories over Adelaide Brewster and the woman she’d battle tonight. Those gathered for Summer Swelter roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s proclamation. Taking a moment (perhaps a little bit longer than usual) to take in the controlled chaos that was the FAWN Arena, Lemarchand eventually hooked her thumbs together and hoisted the Raven sigil to the rafters. It was returned a thousand-fold, thus providing a suitable backdrop for her journey to the squared circle.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight’s potentially series ending confrontation with the malevolent Wolf of Winter, Lenore sported strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Quite intent on closing out her rivalry with Miss Murder (as well as erasing the sting of a few high profile house show losses throughout the last month) Lenore ignored the hands extended in her direction, though she did pause to offer her sigil in front of a large ‘Nevermore’ banner held by almost a dozen front row fans. Once that was done she went straight up the steps and vaulted over the top rope to claim the center of the ring as her own. Turning toward the stage rather than the hard camera, she raised the Raven one more time before heading to the far corner where referee Algernon Carpenter waited to make a quick check of her pads and boots.
With the ref tending to his appointed rounds, the Announcer resumed his. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the First Degree Femme Fatale and the Icy Manipulator! They call her MISS MURDER, she is ELISE WINTERREST!”
Universal hatred from those assembled, not even the malcontents is section 1408 would sully themselves cheering for Miss Murder. Their disgust grew all the more palpable when the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, the Malicious Mainer openly daring the collection of sub-humanoids to do their absolute worst. They gave it their all, though it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade the woman in question. Or the house lights for that matter, as they sank into gloom before blazing forth in an eerie, fiery red. Galvanized by recent events, Elise drew an index finger to and then across her throat, a promise of violence waiting in the wings. Smiling beatifically for the resultant jeers, the cruel-hearted brunette turned her attention to the little bird in the ring and started down the ramp.
ELISE WINTERREST:
Barely aware of the massed disdain now that she was strolling straight through it, Elise was a vision of icy calm in her fog gray ‘JUSTIFIABLE?’ tank-top, a fine example of sartorial viciousness that offered up a fine view of her lycra-sheathed midsection as well as her matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Drawing to a stop when she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over to a particularly odious member of the so called ’fan-base’ and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Leaving the cretin before he could claim any moment of actual contact, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Dark eyes locked Lenore, Elise took the bottom edge of her shirt in both hands and peeled it overhead to fully reveal the black halter style one-piece with its four bright red slashes across the front. Tossing the garment to Al Carpenter with little more than a flick of the eyes, Elise only had eyes for Lenore while she placed a fingertip at the top of each of those nasty red slashes. Then she sloooooooowly traced them all the way to the bottom to let the Raven know a slashed throat was the least of her concerns. Offering Lenore a sweet smile when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing Al to trail along so he could carry out his last inspection.
Satisfied that neither of his charges had smuggled anything untoward into the ring, Al turned away to throw a signal to the Timeke--
Elise came out of her corner in a dead sprint, Miss Murder halfway across the squared circle before the bell even sounded. Lenore wasn’t quite caught flatfooted, but the sheer abruptness of her archrival’s approach ensured she’d only raised the most meager of defenses when Winterrest leapt in with an infuriated Elbow Strike. The blow smashed against Lemarchand’s forearms hard enough to drive them into the Raven’s face while the rest of Elise’s bulk forced her back against the turnbuckles. Throwing punches before she hit the ground, Winterrest pressed the crown of her skull against the other brunette’s guard and just pak-pak-pak-pak-pak-PAKKED a heavy series of lefts and rights into Lenore’s flanks.
To her credit the Courtier made no issue to call for a break, instead she shifted the guard into a Muy-Thai style clasp, then jerked Elise’s head down and pumped her right knee up into-- Winterrest intercepted Lemarchand’s knee with both hands and raaaaaaked down with her nails while simultaneously swatting it aside. In the same instant she responded with a knee of her own, the bony joint landing flush against the line of her opponent’s waistband. Lenore doubled over or at least tried, she made it less than halfway before Elise palmed her shoulders and bodied her up against the turnbuckles. A single brusque Slap twisted Lemarchand’s head to the side, meaning she didn’t have eyes on Winterrest when she crooked her hands into talons and clamped down on her foe’s breasts!
“AAAHHH BYTCH!” Lenore shrieked in surprised outrage, clamped down on the other brunette’s wrists and tried to prize them loose. “Get your f*cking hands off me!”
Elise pressed in closer and twisted her wrists in opposite directions, the Icy Manipulator taking out two months of embarrassment and frustration on Lenore’s girls. “Make me, you whiny little shyt!” she hissed. “Or squeal for the referee if you’re feeling help--”
“Break it up, Elise, she’s in the corner!” Carpenter came in with one hand already raised to start the count, so imagine his surprise when Winterrest cleared off without further prompting. It seemed to catch Lenore off-guard too, as instead of leaving the corner she took a moment to fix the edges of her distended top. This proved a costly mistake because it allowed Elise to pivot in place and THWHAP a hard Back Kick into the pit of Lemarchand’s stomach!
The official and the FAWNatics squawked their outrage while Lenore folded over and Winterrest helped herself to a double handful of hair. Yanking Lemarchand out of the corner before Al could do a damned thing to stop her, Elise rushed along the ropes with Lenore trailing behind and BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle as soon as they reached the next corner! The Fair & Radiant Maiden sagged in place before turning aro-- Elise plunged her hands into the Raven’s dark hair, yanked her head back and BWUUUNGED her face against the turnbuckle a second time! To make matters worse, she leaned in with all her weight to ensure there was nowhere for Lemarchand to go when she began to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaag her back and forth across the rough canvas!
Lenore squealed in garbled indignation, the gobsmacked grappler making a noise that might’ve been ‘BREAK!’ even before Al hurried over to intervene. “Dammit Elise, I told you to get it out of the corner!” As before the First Degree Femme Fatale obeyed the letter of his command while blatantly violating the spirit. Ending the vile scrubbing as bade, Elise crooked her hands into talons and scored Lenore from shoulders to buttocks to ensure she was dealing with yet another distraction when the black-clad brunette reeled her into a Side Headlock.
Positioning Lemarchand between herself and the strands, Miss Murder pressed the Raven’s protesting features to the rubber-coated steel and set off on a wickedly slow stroll to the next corner, Winterrest just scraaaaaaaaaaaaping her nemesis’ face an angry red. Lenore fought her every step of the way, pushing, shoving, groping and clawing at the other brunette’s flanks, but Elise endured it all with an evil (albeit slightly pained) smile as she continued to make Lemarchand carry every bit of her weight.
Al Carpenter was waiting for them when they reached the third corner, the lanky ref effectively taking up residence in the buckles to block Winterrest’s path. “I swear Elise, if you don’t get it out of the corner right now I’ll--” Elise twisted away without giving up the Headlock and set off at a predatory gallop that brought both wrestlers to center-ring, whereupon the Malicious Mainer sprang into the air and ultimately came down on her butt while Lenore was THWHONKED forehead-first against the deck! Lemarchand bounced and flopped onto her back, one hand pressed to her mouth and nose while both heels beat an erratic distress call on the mat.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ4q0mfIKks
Beside her, Winterrest sprang to boot-leather, reared back and raked the front of her one piece from right shoulder to left hip, her fingers tracing the route of those crimson slashes. “SHE’S RUINED!” the Icy Manipulator bellowed at the Raven’s flock. “HER MIND IS FAILING, HER SPIRIT IS SHATTERED, TONIGHT I BREAK HER BODY!”
This was a task easier said than done and one failed by dozens of women over the course of the last decade, yet Winterrest wasn’t lacking for confidence when she plunged both hands into Lenore’s hair and hauled her upright. A pair of straight left jabs meant the Courtier’s defenses were suitably scrambled when Elise dipped low and tossed Lemarchand’s right arm across the back of her neck. Wrapping her right arm around Lenore’s waist, she braced her free hand above the other brunette’s right knee and muscled her into the air, Elise getting enough height to stretch Lemarchand out full length. From there she swung her down and bent one knee, the Icy Manipulator’s ‘Murderous’ Atomic Drop THWHUMPING Lenore’s undercarriage against the posted joint with nauseating strength!
'MURDEROUS' ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dg1dOI73ElY
Lemarchand doubled over in knock-kneed anguish but didn’t tumble to the deck, so Winterrest reached down, grabbed hold of both ankles and swept her legs out from underneath. Wrenching the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s stems apart at an unpleasant angle, Elise looked into her rival’s pain-wracked features and said, “Beg. Rumor has it you’ve become quite good at it over the course of the last month. I want to hear it for mys--”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Lemarchand interrupted. “You’ll never hear me NNNGHH!”
Elise stamped down on Lenore’s navel, reset her footing, then went up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees to DRIVE a Headbutt into the fork of her opponent’s crotch! Still in possession of Lemarchand’s ankles, Elise got to her feet and hopped headfirst through the parted stems, her shins coming down full force on the backs of Lenore’s upturned thighs in a painful modification of the old Spanish Press. Flat on her back with both legs up and spread at an ignominious angle, Emily’s Lady in Waiting squirmed through a count of…
HEADBUTT & MURDEROUS CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTYNjUhwAFw
ONE…
TWO…
…she got her hands against Elise’s knees and pushed Miss Murder away half a whisper after ‘TWO!’
“Go ahead, keep fighting me little bird.” Winterrest was on her feet and circling the discombobulated battler. “Every ounce of resistance will only make it all the more delightful when you finally start to weep in my clutches.” Lenore offered nothing banter-worthy so Elise helped herself to a whole lotta hair and hauled her up alongside only to double her over with a Toe Kick that led directly into a Standing Headscissors. Pulsing her thighs for the sole purpose of hearing Lemarchand groan, Winterrest turned the both of them toward the hard camera so the worldwide audience had the best possible view of the Raven’s backside when she treated it to half a dozen derisive slaps.
“You see this?” she asked of the FAWNatics. “This belongs to ME now!” As proof of ownership she crooked her fingers into claws, slipped them into the leg-holes of her opponent’s briefs and-- Lenore pressed her hands to the other brunette’s thighs and pushed away even as she stood up straight for an improvised but effective Back Body Drop that flipped Elise onto her NO!
Elise wasn’t known for regular shows of acrobatic prowess, yet here she reminded everyone of her nimble bona fides by flipping through would-be counter to land on her feet directly behind the other brunette. Wheeling around as Lemarchand did the same, Elise paintbrushed the Courtier’s cheek with a quick slap, then grabbed her by the throat and--“NNGGGHH!”
Lenore brought a heavy Double Axehandle down on Winterrest’s bicep to break the goozle before Elise could do so much as squeeze. Elise’s face registered indignation, surprise and pain in that order as Lenore caught a rough handful of hair and tugged her into a Headbutt that THWHONKED the bridge of her nose! She stumbled on the spot, hands falling to her sides in a daze that allowed Lemarchand to pivot on her left foot and bring her right leg up, the Fair & Radiant Maiden touching that heel to her backside to put a little more snap on the kick she THWHACKED against the other brunette’s ear!
Knocked ‘round in a half circle by the strike, Elise stumbled off in search of the ropes only to let out an angry little ‘eep!’ when Lenore rushed in and wedged her head under her left arm. Catching a Waistlock in the blink of an eye, Lemarchand dipped deep and popped her hips to take Winterrest up, over and most importantly DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! Elise tumbled onto her back and was immediately covered by the Raven, Lenore hooking the far leg for…
QUESTION MARK KICK & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uU_MOq58z0
ONE…
TWO…
A shoulder up simultaneous with ‘TWO’ confirmed that there was still a great deal of hard work ahead of Emily’s Lady in Waiting. This revelation didn’t bother her in the slightest, indeed she looked rather galvanized when she got to her feet and immediately delivered a quick Elbow Drop to the vulnerable wrestler’s sternum. Elise grunted, rolled onto her stomach, then voiced an angry squeal because Lemarchand snatched a double handful of hair and swiped her face back & forth across the thinly-sheathed plywood!
“This is how you’re playing now?” she growled. “All the old lady’s bytchy little tricks? I see you and raise, sweetie.”
Carpenter hurried over with a warning at the ready, so Lenore yanked Elise’s noggin back and BWONKED her forehead against the deck so she wouldn’t put up a fight when she hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Gripping Miss Murder by the scruff of the neck, Lemarchand honed in on the opposite corner and rushed it at top speed only to stop short enough to kick her right leg up, bracing that foot against the top turnbuckle. Then she drove Elise the rest of the way in, Lenore smashing Winterrest’s face against the heel of her waiting boot.
The black-clad battler reeled away from the buckles without paying Lemarchand the slightest bit of attention, meaning the Courtier went unobserved (save for the audience of course) when she hopped onto the bottom rope and used it to spin herself into a perch on the second strand. Elsewhere, Winterrest cleared the last of the cobwebs and turned to find the obnoxiously tenacious little bi--THWHAP! Lenore sprang from the corner and drove both heels into her rival’s chest with a pretty little Dropkick that put Elise flat on her back.
2ND ROPE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmzjbu0TIig
Aware enough to recognize the threat of a quick cover, Winterrest rolled to her stomach to prevent such an encroachment and paid a steep price when Lemarchand strode over and left her feet to deliver a Knee Drop to the base of her opponent’s skull! Elise jolted from end to end, allowing Lenore the opportunity to hook a Half Nelson and roll her onto her back. Just like that she slid into a Lateral Press, the Raven keeping one hand pressed to the other brunette’s far shoulder while she grrrrrrrrooound her forearm against Winterrest’s jaw through…
ONE…
TWO…
The First Degree Femme Fatale kicked free and rolled away, presumably making a bid for the ropes before Lemarchand stopped her in her tracks with a double handful of hair. “I don’t think so, cutie.” Lenore bounced the back of Winterrest’s skull against the deck for the simple joy of emphasizing her point. “After the shyt you’ve pulled? You’ve forfeit the right to run.”
Getting up without letting her hands leave Elise’s hair, Lemarchand forced her nemesis to stand, then pumped a Kneelift into her belly and slapped on a Front Facelock. Not happy about this reversal of roles, the Malicious Mainer pounded a few punches into Lenore’s flank, so the Raven yoked up on the Facelock and pwak-pwak-pwaaaked a trio of Overhand Forearm Smashes into Elise’s lower back. With Winterrest’s sass quieted for the time being, Lenore dipped her head so she could sling the near arm across the back of her neck and cradle the left leg behind the knee. Yanking that leg off the mat in time with a gorgeously high bridge, Lemarchand THWHUMPED Elise down flat on her back and bridged onto tiptoe to the other woman down through…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVzGFQyAPHo
ONE…
TWO…
“OW! Oh, you bytch!”
Lenore broke the cover of her own accord because Elise reached up and over with her right hand to claw her left breast! On her feet before Winterrest could so much as blink, Lemarchand sprang straight up and came down with her right foot THUMPING Elise’s tits! There was an audible ‘oooffffh’ of oxygen leaving lungs, though this was almost entirely overwhelmed by collective roar of Lenore’s flock when she shoveled Winterrest onto her stomach and took command of her ankles.
“Whuuuu… what’s your hurry, little bird?” the Icy Manipulator huffed, clearly short of breath in the aftermath of the stomp. “Afraid you’re going to crumble into another mess of mewling failure if this match goes more than ten min--goddamned whore, let me GO!”
No chance of that, Lemarchand had already tucked her opponent’s left ankle into the pit of her right knee and folded that leg up to complete the Figure Four. “You want out?” Lenore brought her right leg up and over, planting that foot just south of Miss Murder’s hip to trap that folded right leg beneath her thigh. Now she had Elise’s right wrist in both hands and was tugging it back at an awkward angle. “You know what I want, mama’s girl. Say it loud enough for her to hear you all the way across the pond.”
“F*ck you, little bird.” Winterrest said with a wicked smile. “We both know she shattered your armor. Tonight’s the night I pull out the soft little creature inside and RRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Lenore angled the captured limb up, leaned forward and deftly hooked her left arm over, a move that increased the torque on Winterrest’s shoulder and allowed the Raven to get a hand under Elise’s chin. Once that was done she slipped her right hand into place, secured the S-grip and craaaaaaaaaanked back to put all sorts of pressure on Elise’s neck.
MODIFIED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjuouKq9r_E
Winterrest’s face was turned away from Al Carpenter at the moment, but he didn’t need to see her expression to note the ugly angle of her neck. “How you doing, Elise?” he asked within five seconds. “Need me to call--”
“Not tonight, Al.” Lenore interrupted. “Tonight you’re not here to ask. Tonight you’re here to listen. Isn’t that right, cutie?”
“On the contrary, you brazen slut.” Winterrest groaned. “It will bring me the most sublime joy to hear this upstanding official ask for and receive your blubbering surrendAAAAAARRRRRRHHH FAHK!”
Lenore pulled up on her knotted hands and jostled them back and forth, a tactic that increased the strain on Winterrest’s neck and abraded her elegant features in a single stroke. “What’re you going to make me do, Lissie?” the Courtier growled. “Better yet, what are YOU going to do when I tap you out again? Something tells me dear old mum won’t OOOWWW YOU SHYT!”
Lemarchand’s machinations had brought her hands a bit too close to the Icy Manipulator’s mouth and Winterrest made her pay by chomping down on the base of one thumb! Lenore broke the clasp but didn’t pull away, rather she moved her free hand to the back of Elise’s head and snatched hold of her hair. Cranking the other brunette’s head back at a rough angle, she yanked her gnawed hand loose with a infuriated hiss, then BWONKED her archrival’s face against the canvas!
“C’mon Lenore.” Al coaxed as the Raven doubled down on the hair-hold to haul Elise to verticality. “You can cup her ears or hook her shoulder-straps just as easily as you can pull her hair.”
“Yeah, but then I can’t do this.” Lemarchand straightened Winterrest up and just whipped her head from side to side, Elise keening to the rafters as she tried to prize Lenore’s talons from her locks. Reeling her foe into a Front Facelock before Carpenter could start a count, Lemarchand slung the near arm across her shoulders and leaned down to grab Winterrest’s right ankle. She then crossed the Malicious Mainer’s lower leg across her left thigh to craft a sort of standing Figure Four that-- “EERRHHH!”
A loud snarl of pain from Lenore when Elise crooked her right hand into a C-shaped claw and affixed it to the center of her attacker’s trunks! Unable to concentrate on her hooks thanks to the fires down below, Lemarchand broke away and made Miss Murder pay for her insolence with a scathing backhand! The claw fell away but didn’t go far because Lenore caught that wrist in both hands and sent Elise careening toward the far corner. She followed only a few steps behind, Emily’s Lady in Waiting intent on driving a knee (or knees) straight through Winterrest’s smirking-- Elise twisted through a half circle and brought her right foot whipping up in a kick aimed at Lemarchand’s NO!
Lenore caught the other brunette’s ankle in both hands and gave it a sharp twist. “Not Bly Material, were NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
With both arms hooked over the top rope Elise didn’t need a plant foot to THWHUMP a nasty punt between Lemarchand’s thighs! Relishing the anguish that blossomed on the little bird’s snotty face, Winterrest drew both knees to her chest and pumped a Mule Kick into Lenore’s chest from a distance of less than six inches. Lenore ‘oooooffffffhed’ and clambered away, the usually surefooted wrestler stepping in fencepost holes as she fought to keep her balance.
In this she ultimately succeeded, though she needed almost three quarters of the squared circle to do so. As for the Wolf of Winter, she was still denned up in the corner nursing her aches when Lenore charged and leapt, the aggrieved bendyback drawing an arm back for a huge Elbow-- Elise hooked an arm under that exposed limb, pivoted in place and casually BWUUUNGED her opponent spine-first into the top turnbuckle!
HIP TOSS TO TURNBUCKLES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e35NTxe9_4
Lemarchand bounced away and dropped straight down to land awkwardly on her left hip. Features crimped in hurt, she scooted into the corner, one arm wrapped around the bottom rope while her other hand rubbed at-- “NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Elise charged, leapt and raised her knees, all the better to THWHUNK her shins against the seated grappler’s shoulders.
BASEMENT KNEES IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOW-LjdVOBk
As if the initial impact wasn’t painful enough, the Basement Knees whiplashed the base of Lenore’s skull into the bottom turnbuckle with enough strength to leave her ragdoll woozy when Elise buried both hands in her hair and yanked her to boot-leather. “Did I ever mention you pull hair like a little bytch?” Winterrest’s tone was mild, an impressive show of control for someone currently attempting to yank Lemarchand’s head from her shoulders. The Courtier’s response was a hissed curse and talons raked down her tormentor’s forearms, so Elise BWUUUNGED the back of her skull against the top turnbuckle once, twice, thrice, then broke the hair-hold to fill those vicious, rending hands with her enemy’s breasts.
Credit the ring awareness of one Lenore Lemarchand, she damned well knew she was in the turnbuckles so rather than call to Al for the break she crooked her left arm into a cudgel pounded a few desperate forearms into Winterrest’s sternum. Sure enough, the ref approached within the span of heartbeats and having learned from earlier mistakes, simply launched into a count. “ONE! TWO! THR--”
Elise raised her hands to signify her compliance but this merely a feint to draw the zebra’s attention before she THUMPED a quick Kneelift into the Raven’s crotch!
Lenore sobbed and crumpled forward with both hands wedged between her thighs, meaning she powerless to stop Winterrest from collecting her head in a Front Facelock. Stepping back as Lemarchand slopped forward, Miss Murder pivoted on the spot so she could lift her right foot and brace it against the second strand. Just like that she pushed off and out, Winterrest launching herself into the aether for a gorgeous half circle that culminated in her landing in a comfortable seat while Lenore was SPIKED on the crown of her skull! The Fair & Radiant Maiden rolled through to a glassy-eyed seat before tumbling onto her stomach in a slow motion collapse and didn’t so much as move until Elise clamped on at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her back. Collecting Lemarchand’s legs immediately thereafter, the Wolf of Winter pointed her rival’s ass to the rafters and nodded along while Al and the FAWNatics counted out…
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY43I0rmepo
ONE…
TWO…
Lenore didn’t kick free of the cover, instead she reached out and grabbed the bottom rope so Carpenter would do it for her.
“Clever.” Elise sounded anything but amused when she shoved Lemarchand onto her stomach and slapped on a Front Facelock. “I know you know how much I f*cking hate clever.”
Catching a handful of Lenore’s trunks at her right hip, the First Degree Femme Fatale clambered to her feet and forced Lenore to do the-- Winterrest kicked both feet forward and dropped to her back, thus THWHONKING the other brunette’s pate against the deck for the second time in less than a minute. Transformed from Raven to spread-eagle by the concussive force of her nemesis’ ‘Murderous’ DDT, Lenore only voiced a soft groan when Elise climbed aboard and palmed a shoulder in each hand, the Malicious Mainer leaning in so close a strong exhalation would’ve pressed her midriff to the Courtier’s face. Al dropped down alongside in the midst of this mounting to ensure a timely count of…
'MURDEROUS' DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbxdmfrnIgY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand lifted her hips and turned to one side, spilling Elise off half a tic shy of ‘THREE!’ Winterrest spared the referee a withering look, though she didn’t seem all that perturbed as she palmed Lemarchand’s head in her hands and forced the both of ‘em to stand. Segueing to a Three Quarters Facelock in the span between heartbeats, Elise went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to somersault Emily’s Lady in Waiting onto her rump with a no-frills Snapmare. Face pinched in pain, Lenore reached for her tailbone only to redirect to the other brunette’s wrists when Winterrest palmed her forehead in her right hand and cupped her chin in the left. Bearing down with the former while simultaneously pulling with latter, Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Lenore’s head to one side and murmured, “Don’t worry little bird, my aim is to hurt, not injure. Although I certainly couldn’t be held responsible if you were too foolish to surrender before all this strain SNAPPED your delicate little neck!”
NECK TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJY9_ZSFvWs
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics at the increasingly ugly angle of Lemarchand’s head, Al stepped in to check on his charge only to retreat without a word when Lenore waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’. “What’s wrong, little bird?” Winterrest let her left thumb scrape against the corner of her opponent’s mouth. “Afraid our dear Mr. Carpenter will hear the panic in your voice if you dare open that prissy beak of--” Elise trailed off in sudden confused silence when Lemarchand’s shoulders began to rise and fall in a series of fitful giggles. Dark eyes flashing, Elise squeezed her right hand a little tighter so those nails scraped the other brunette’s forehead. “What’s so funny, little bird?”
“You!” Lenore answered immediately. “And all of this,” she shifted her voice into an exceedingly supercilious take on Winterrest’s usual alto, “it would be a shame if I had to break your scrawny neck.” she giggled again, returned to her usual voice. “Your rampaging alpha bytch of a mother got into my head so smoothly I didn’t even realize she was there until it was too f*cking late. But youUUURRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Elise slipped her left thumb into the corner of Lenore’s mouth to add a sadistic fishhook even as she increased the torque on the Neck Twist. “Yes?” Miss Murder asked sweetly. “What about me?”
“Hrrrgghhhh…just as ham-fisted as ever.” Lemarchand growled through clenched teeth. “It’s why the Headmistress is a super villain and you’re strictly a hench-wenNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Knowing damned well that Carpenter was about to start bleating about the Fishhook, Winterrest relinquished it and the Neck Twist, though she kept her hands occupied by palming Lenore’s head. There was a heavy ‘THWHUNK!’ followed by a low ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ from those assembled when Elise lunged forward and slammed her right knee into the back of the other brunette’s skull.
The Courtier jolted forward, would’ve timbered to one side or another if Winterrest hadn’t caught a handful of hair and dragged her into a knock-kneed semblance of verticality. Claiming Lenore’s left wrist in her right hand and vice versa, the Icy Manipulator crossed her foe’s arms at the wrists, then twisted around so the wrestlers were back to back with the nape of Lemarchand’s neck snug to Elise’s left shoulder. Effectively strapped in place by her own traitorous arms, there was no way for the Fair & Radiant Maiden to initiate an escape plan before Elise kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to THAWHAM Lenore down on back of her already achin’ skull.
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nyq823MY38
Pushing to a seat beside her splattered adversary, Winterrest raked a hand through her hair while favoring the Raven with a contemptuous glare. “ What about that, little bird? Anything about that feel particularly ham-fis--”
“It… it must kill you.” Lenore grunted. “To strive so hard and still fail to accomplish what Imogene makes look effortlEESSSSUUUGGGHH!”
Elise scrambled to her feet in a rage that she promptly directed at the pit of Lenore’s stomach in the form of a hopping Stomp! Lemarchand folded up around the encroaching footwear but would’ve settled out on her back if Winterrest hadn’t grabbed on at hip and shoulder and rolled her onto her stomach. Boots planted on either side of the Raven’s thighs, Elise snatched Lenore’s left ankle and quickly tucked that shin into the pit of her right knee, then planted her left foot atop the vulnerable extremity. “Caw as loudly as you’d like, little bird.” Miss Murder took Lenore’s right ankle in her left hand and pulled it into the air. “In the end you’ll still beg me to honor your submission. In the end you’ll debase yourself to escape my wrath.”
“I’ve shared a ring with you on more than one occasion.” Lenore spat. “That’s debasement enough, don’t you thinKAAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
MURDEROUS LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBpHjWomtNU
Elise doubled down on Lemarchand’s right foot, then dropped into a deep squat and stretched out full length save for her left leg which was extended almost directly overhead to keep that figure four in place. As for Lenore, her legs and most of her torso was wrenched off the mat, thus putting extreme pressure on her spine as well as her knotted legs.
“You think you know shame?” the First Degree Femme Fatale hissed at her shrieking opposition. “You think you know how it feels to truly LOSE a Humiliation Game? I assure you little bird, what you endured in the ring at Bly is nothing more than prologue for NGH! NGH!” The angle wasn’t great, but sheer proximity meant there was still plenty of sting on the pair of elbows Lemarchand jabbed into her opponent’s side. “Is that the best you can muster?” Winterrest taunted. “You should’ve submitted to the Neck TwiSERGH! HAIR! HAIRRRGGNNGGHH! NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
More desperate to escape than she’d care to admit, Lenore gouged another elbow into Elise’s ribs, then draped that arm over the other brunette’s chest and grabbed a handful of hair in the process. Winterrest’s protest was immediate yet still too slow to stop Emily’s Lady in Waiting from yanking her head off the canvas and bouncing it twice in rapid succession! She would’ve delivered half a dozen more if Elise hadn’t tossed her legs aside and rolled away in the same instant.
Free of the agonizing hold, Lemarchand put a hand to the small of her back and pressed hard in an effort to stifle the worst of the pain. She could’ve used several more seconds applied to these ministrations, unfortunately she had to cut them short in order to regain her footing half a heartbeat before Elise swept her into a rough Collar-&-Elbow Lock--“OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Elise struck with another Kneelift, not quite low enough to trigger a warning from Al Carpenter, but more than sufficient to scramble the Courtier’s defenses for the time it took her to slap a Gut-Wrench around Lenore’s waist. Hands locked, she ‘hupped’ the Raven off her feet and spun her upside down so that they finished in a standing north-south arrangement with Elise looking out from between the other brunette’s parted stems. “Why waste time on the chattering of birds when you could quote a Wolf?” Winterrest asked of the assembled FAWNatics as she turned in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera. “And the Wolf says that this little bird is finished forever morRRRRRGGGHHOOOOOWWW!”
Fighting off the Bly flashbacks as best she could, Lenore twisted her head to one side, pressed her mug to Elise’s right thigh and chomped down hard! Elise staggered awkwardly, an understandable albeit disastrous reaction as her backpedaling combined with some timely kicking from the Raven meant Miss Murder tipped backward while Lenore ended up on her feet in full control of the perilous grip. Lemarchand heard the delighted roar of the crowd, but her attention was zeroed in on the Icy Manipulator. “You probably already know… but your mum does it better.” She shot up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees, the Fair & Radiant Maiden THWHONKING Elise’s skull into the deck courtesy of a Tombstone Piledriver! Winterrest hit the mat as dead weight and Lenore collapsed atop her, once again in a north-south predicament, only now it was horizontal so she could hook Miss Murder’s left leg behind the knee and pull it toward her while Carpenter counted…
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI4xnSRlQNA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise bridged sharply to the left, tossing Lemarchand from her mount by the slimmest of margins. Stretched out beside the hated other, Lenore and Elise looked up at the lights and drew in deep, steadying breaths. When they made no move to rise, Al positioned himself close by and began a much longer, but potentially just as decisive sort of count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…” no movement from either brunette, save for the shallow rise and fall of their respiration. “FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…” Lenore rolled one way while Elise tumbled in the other, each still moving in slow motion as they tried to power through their various aches and pains. “EIGHT… NINE--”
A mutual, albeit creaky return to verticality, the Raven and the Wolf facing away from one another until the precise moment they realized her nemesis wasn’t within their line of sight. They rounded on one another and Winterrest came out swinging with a huge Haymaker aimed at the point of Lemarchand’s ch-- Lenore planted on her right foot to bring the left one up and out, the Courtier driving a Big Boot into her opponent’s bicep! Elise cried out, drew that arm tight to her chest and-- PWAAAK! Lenore put Winterrest’s head on a swivel with a straight right hand smashed against her cheek!
STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGc3WUYwHDc
Miss Murder swayed like a reed in a high wind but she didn’t leave her feet which ensured Lemarchand didn’t have to bend down to scrape her off the mat, she only had to step in and plant her right foot behind Elise’s heels. Barely aware of the roaring FAWNatics, Emily’s Lady in Waiting helped herself to Winterrest’s right wrist and tugged that arm tight across her own midsection. Once that was secured she leeeeeaaaaaned forward to bend Elise back in a sinuous bridge, one that let Lenore collect her noggin in a Front Facelock. Cinching the trap tight, snapped down and back to THAWHUNK Elise’s forehead into the deck with sickening force! Slopped out on her tummy in the wake of another terrifying Nepenthean Dream, Winterrest showed no signs of life when Lenore barreled her onto her back and bundled both legs tight enough to point her rump at the rafters through…
NEPENTHEAN DREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwadbb8jdHA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!
The First Degree Femme Fatale didn’t have the strength to break the predicament, but she had enough left in reserve to reach out and grab hold of the bottom strand!
“Ropes!” Al called over the deafening disappointed din of those assembled.
Cursing herself a million kinds of fool for not binding the other brunette’s wrist, Lenore got to her feet and retreated to mid-ring to catch her breath and plot her next move, not necessarily in that order.
As for Elise, she dragged herself to a seat and leaned back against the rubber-coated steel. Slowly honing in on the Raven, she rasped, “The time at Bly broke you, little bird! Two months ago you never would’ve been so lax as to pin me within arm’s reach of the ro--”
Lemarchand flew in on ebon wings, at least that’s how it seemed to the fans in the moment before she drove her left knee into Winterrest’s sk-- Elise lunged toward the incoming Raven, grabbed hold of her waistband and yanked forward while twisting to one side. Lenore pitched headlong into the ropes, her throat meeting the second strand with a sickening TWANG! She bounced back the way she’d came, both hands pressed to her throat long before she hit the mat in a breathless sprawl. Boots kicking frantically, the Courtier rolled onto her stomach and managed to regain a knee, though her head was down and one hand was still pressed to the burning expanse of her ne--THWHACK!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
Elise succeeded where Lenore had failed, the Icy Manipulator coming off the ropes in a dead sprint to drive the point of her right knee into Lemarchand’s chin! Knocked somewhere well into next week by the percussive force of Winterrest’s vengeance, Lenore was left stretched out in an insensate sprawl with Elise knelt beside, yet Miss Murder made no attempt to go for a pin.
“Remember how you treated me at Spring Break, little bird?” she asked to no response whatsoever. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Hooking her fingers beneath the cups of Lenore’s top, Elise peeled the garment up over the other brunette’s head and tossed it into one corner. Considering the catty nature of their rivalry, some of the more salacious elements in the crowd hooted and hollered in anticipation of some murderous clawing, then voiced disappointed boos when Winterrest ignored the exposed bounty in favor of sliding into position at the other brunette’s feet.
“Do you recall my message when you were leaving Bly, little bird? What I PROMISED to do to you the next time we met?” Elise didn’t wait for an answer, instead grabbed Lemarchand’s ankles and got to her feet with those long limbs stretched in a vulnerable ‘V’. With no one (least of all Lenore) in any position to stop her fun, Miss Murder angled the other brunette’s right shin across her left leg in a quick figure four, then twisted around and snaked her own left ankle over Lemarchand’s exposed right foot. This bit of leggy knot-work and some deft adjustments rolled Lenore onto her stomach and put the Malicious Mainer on one knee behind her prey. Savoring the feel of her fingers lacing across Lemarchand’s chin, Elise drew in a deep breath and cooed, “There’s nothing I love more than a prophecy fulfilled.” She hunkered forward and craaaaaaaaaaaanked the whole of Lenore’s upper body off the canvas with human torture device she called Justifiable Homicide!
JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE @ 4:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfCqSS06LxM
Algernon Carpenter had seen dozens of women subjected to this particular torment during Elise’s time in FAWN and he knew how they tended to react. Both hands braced against the deck in a futile effort to reduce the strain of the Chinlock. And screaming of course. Lots and lots of screaming. So the lanky official was understandably concerned when Elise sank it in deep and Lenore’s only response was a soft groan and arms that hung limp at her sides. Hipping to what’d happened in the span between heartbeats, Al didn’t ask Lemarchand for a submission, he just took one limp wrist and raised it shoulder level to see if it’d fall when he let go. No surprise, it did. “ONE!”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Elise’s question was tinged with anger and perhaps the tiniest bit of alarm. “Ask her if she submits!”
“She’s out cold, Elise.”
“The f*ck she is!” Winterrest halved the Chinlock, slipped three fingers into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth and pulled back in a pitiless fishhook. The Raven produced some low, pitiable sound deep in the back of her throat, but her eyelids only fluttered and her hands stayed right where they were. “Ask her, goddamn you!” Elise barked at Carpenter. “ASK HER!”
Al did not. He took the Courtier’s wrist a second time and sure enough his previous experiment yielded identical results.
“I swear Carpenter, if you don’t ask this simpering bytch for her submission I’ll--”
Al reached for Lenore’s wrist a third time and ended up on his butt because Elise broke the Chinlock and shoved him away! “DON’T YOU DARE!” she roared over the boos of those assembled. “DON’T YOU DARE DENY ME WHAT’S MINE!”
Al didn’t get up, but he didn’t take his eyes off Elise either. “Put a hand on me again and I’ll call the match on the spot. Understand, El--”
Winterrest pounced at the seated zebra only to redirect herself at Lenore at the last possible second. Burying her hands in Lemarchand’s hair, Elise muscled her to her knees, reeled her into a Headscissors and butterflied Lenore’s arms so forcefully Al worried it might dislocate her shoulders. As for Elise, she didn’t look worried, she looked incensed. Hands clasped between the other brunette’s shoulders, she flipped Lemarchand upside down and proceeded to hold her there while she turned in a full circle that showed off her defenseless, partially stripped prey to all four sides of the arena. Halfway through the second revolution she dropped backward to THAWHONK Lenore’s skull against the unyielding canvas!
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
Left down in the dark by this Murder Most Foul, Lemarchand was little better than breathing furniture when Elise slid into a full body pin. Ankles across thighs and hands on shoulders, Winterrest leaned in close and screamed her fury down into Lenore’s face even as Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded several times without Elise relinquishing her perch, indeed she was still bellowing at the Raven when the Announcer cut in over the jeers with, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
“Come on Elise, that’s enough.” Al kept his tone quiet and calm as he moved in beside his charges. “The match is over, go ahead and take your--” he would’ve said ‘lap’ but Miss Murder popped up and rounded on him the instant he touched her shoulder.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, JUST SHUT YOUR BLOODY, JABBERING MOUTH!” the wild-eyed brunette railed. “THE LITTLE BIRD IS MINE! THE BEST OF FIVE IS MINE AND SHE WILL BE MADE TO BEG IN FRONT OF THE MISERABLE THRONG!”
Carpenter was rapidly running out of ring in which to backpedal so he set his feet and prayed Elise wouldn’t try to shred him right then and there. “Not tonight, she won’t.” he said. “She’s been unconscious since that Running Knee and you damned well know it. So take your lap and enjoy the OFH!”
Winterrest shoved Al hard, then grabbed a handful of collar and yanked him close. “You don’t understand, idiot. The victory is merely incidental, something nice for the record book. The only thing that really matters is this Humiliation Game we’ve been playing for two f*cking years and THAT doesn’t end until Lenore Lemarchand is on her knees before me begging for her pathetic career!”
“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to try again some other time, because it’s not happening tonight.”
The slightest flicker in Carpenter’s glance made Elise whip in a half circle, then shriek with the fury of a denied Banshee when she half a dozen zebras between herself and Lenore. To make matters worse, the insensate Raven was actively leaving the ring, thanks mostly to the assistance of Merle and Reginald Ashley Worthington III.
CRAAACK!
Miss Murder turned and clouted Al with a Slap that sent him reeling knock-kneed into the ropes! Bailing from the squared circle immediately thereafter, she snatched the Announcer’s mic and howled, “YOU’RE IN CHECK, LITTLE BIRD! THE HUMILIATION GAME IS WITHIN MY GRASP, BUT IT WILL ONLY TRULY END WHEN I END YOU!”
Winterrest tossed the stick aside, sprang over the rail and disappeared into the FAWNatics, leaving a whole herd of skittish zebras to escort the semi-conscious Raven up the ramp and through the curtain.