Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:29:25 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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!”
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once 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 First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas 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 her domineering win at Summer Swelter, Elise lifted both hands to better show off the chunky bracelets adorning both wrists. The murderous ambience made them look red, but Elise and more importantly, Lenore, knew they were gold. “Do you like them, little bird?” she asked with a smirk. “They’re a recent gift from home and I must say, I love them.” Chuckling over some private joke, the cruel-hearted brunette turned her attention to the canvas killing floor 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 Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, 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’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when 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 the idiots at home a single slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing referee Al Carpenter to trail along in her wake to carry out the final inspection.
“And introducing her opponent, 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’ took to the Slaybor Day skies, prompting as a massive number of ’Ravens’ to do the same. The size of Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ seemingly unchanged despite the admittedly challenging summer she’d endured thus far. Those gathered for tonight’s festivities roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s intro. Sparing the arena a single brief glance, Lemarchand eventually hooked her thumbs together and hoisted thee 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 attempted retribution, 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.
Hell-bent on wiping the smirk off Miss Murder’s face (and maybe smashing those damned bracelets to pieces)
Lenore bypassed the hands extended in her direction, though she did pause to pose in front of a large ’Quoth the Raven’ 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 Elise instead of the hard camera, she placed a toe on the mat and swiped a line between herself and the other brunette. Winterrest didn’t take the bait, so Lemarchand backpedaled into the opposite corner so Carpenter could put her pads and boots through the same pre-fight check.
Elise and Lenore left their corners at the sound of the bell, the former determined to finish the humiliating work she’d begun at Summer Swelter, the latter just as eager to correct the confidence-shattering skid she’d only recently begun to address.
Lips curling into a cold smile as she approached the crippled Raven, Winterrest raised her hands not to lock-up or even slap, but to admire the way the light played over those mellow golden bracelets so recently attached to her wrists. Lenore noted this and did an excellent job keeping her expression neutral, but she couldn’t suppress the chill that traced her spine like the touch of a cold finger.
Elise must’ve sensed her nemesis’ discomfort because her smile grew the tiniest bit wider. “Admiring my new jewelry, little bird?” she cooed. “I don’t blame you, they do make for a lovely accessory. Perhaps if you ask nicely I’ll let you try them on before the match is over.” Elise waited a beat, just long enough for Lemarchand to clench her jaw against what came next. “I’ve been told they fit you perfectly, after all.”
Lenore dew in a deep breath, let it out slow. “If we’re being perfectly honest with one another I can’t decide if you dressing up in your mother’s tacky accoutrements is more an indictment of your sad lack of identity or yet another pathetic cry for approvNNGGHH!”
Winterrest swiveled the other brunette’s head with a whip-crack backhand then buried a hand in her hair and THWHUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach. With the Fair & Radiant Maiden nearly doubled over, Elise jerked Lenore in close enough to hiss in her ear. “Maintain that unearned braggadocio as long as you can, little bird. Each and every sputtered denial will make it infinitely more satisfying when you blubber the rest of your tattered reputation into my AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Known for her resilience and technical prowess in equal measure, Lemarchand could’ve engineered at least half a dozen ways to escape the Icy Manipulator’s clutches, so it spoke volumes that she simply raised both hands and draaaaaaaagged her nails down Elise’s surprised face! Catching hold of the other brunette’s scooped neckline before Winterrest could retreat more than a couple steps, Lenore balled her free hand into a fist and delivered two quick jabs to Elise’s chin and followed it with a rough claw grip on the lower half of her face.
“Wear her jewelry all you want, mama’s girl.” Lemarchand hissed to the sputtering Femme Fatale. “No matter what you do you’ll never be even half the BYTCH she OOOFFFHHH!”
Elise gouged a wicked hook into the washboard of her rival’s belly, palmed her head in both hands and CRUNCHED a quick Headbutt between the Courtier’s eyes. Lenore’s hooks sagged into a much more ragged clench that Winterrest readily accepted as it allowed her to bull-rush the other brunette into one of the neutral corners. Stuffing both hands under Lemarchand’s chin once there was nowhere else for her to go, Miss Murder thumped a pair of Crossover Kneelifts into her foe’s belly to ensure she was already gasping for air when Elise sank her claws into cheek and throat!
“Get the Headmistress out of your mind, little bird!” Winterrest snarled at the gurgling Raven. “Memories of Bly are the LEAST of your concern tonight!”
To prove as such she braced her right forearm across Lemarchand’s collarbone and aggressively scrubbed that golden bracelet back & forth across the protesting brunette’s modest décolletage. “Feel that, you helpless ball of feathers and fluff? It’s just the beginning of tonight’s pleasant-RRRRGGHHHHH!”
More than willing to endure hurt to dish some out (especially when it came to Elise Winterrest) Lenore caught a massive handful of hair and wrenched Elise’s head back so she could jab her fingertips into the hollow of her opponent’s throat! Winterrest coughed violently and pushed away from the other brunette only for Lemarchand to catch her by the shoulders and twist her hips, thus reversing their positions in the buckles.
Wedging a shoulder to Elise’s sternum to ensure she couldn’t slither free of the predicament, Lenore draped the other brunette’s arms over the top rope in a remarkably brusque fashion, then reared back and CRAAACKED her across the chest with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop! Winterrest hissed, tried to free her arms and got a stern palm pressed to her chin for the trouble.
“You’ve overplayed your hand, Elise.” Lemarchand admonished as she cranked the Malicious Mainer’s head backward at an awkward angle. “You could’ve let this go, you did win best of five after all. But you weren’t satisfied, had to keep upping the stakes in our little Humiliation Game.” Lenore flattened her other hand against Elise’s neck, not to throttle, but to slide it beneath the snug U-neck of her one-piece. “You wanted to keep playing so now I have to remind you just WHO THE HELL I AM!”
The Raven clamped down like a woman possessed, first the right, followed by the left, then dragging her nails across the breadth and scope of those struggling curves just to start all over again. Delighted by the purposeful ripple and bulge of Lenore’s talon beneath that snug lycra, the FAWNatics chanted ‘MUG THOSE JUGGS!’ until the unneeded arrival of Al Carpenter necessitated a round of emphatic booing.
Al paid them no mind, he was solely devoted to protecting his charges from one another. “She’s in the ropes, Lenore. Give me a clean break, would ya?”
Lemarchand caught Winterrest’s left bud between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp tweak before removing her grip from Elise’s togs. Hands raised to shoulder level, Lenore took a couple steps back as she noted, “Clean is the last thing that vile bytch deserves, Al. I hope you remember that when she NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale raised her right knee to chest level and drove a kick into Lemarchand’s tits as the first of much payback for the rough handling she’d just endured. Seeing the snide little brat knocked out of kilter, Elise lunged from the corner with looping Haymaker aimed at the hateful little cleft in Lenore’s ch-- Lemarchand dipped beneath the blow, swung ‘round behind the other brunette and caught her in a Waistlock. She dropped her hips and-- “NNGGGHH!”
Elise jabbed her rival’s chin with a quick Back Elbow that didn’t break the Waistlock so she grabbed hold of Lenore’s wrists and backpedaled at full speed to BWUNG the Raven’s admittedly bendy back into the canvas-padded steel.
Emily’s Lady in Waiting grunted, squeezed a little harder and jerked her knotted fists up into the pit of Winterrest’s stomach. “That all you got?” she hissed. “I thought you Bly Girls were supposed to be tough. Or were you a C-student coasting on mommy’s RRRGGGHHH!”
Elise would’ve loved to slam a heel into Lenore’s crotch, but their arrangement wouldn’t allow it so she raised one heel and STAMPED on her foot instead! “Top of my class all four years, little girl.” Elise proclaimed as she tried to grind Lemarchand’s toes to paste. “Made a regular habit of humiliating prissy little shyts like OOOOWWWWWW!”
Bound and determined to maintain the Waistlock until she could make something more of it, Lenore leaned in over Elise’s shoulder like she was going to dig away with her chin, but instead she opened wide and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between shoulder and neck!
“BYTCH!” Winterrest forgot about her stomping and reached for Lemarchand’s hair instead, the Icy Manipulator catching double fistfuls in an effort to end the hateful chewing. “LET GO OF ME!” Elise roared while Lenore continued to gnaw. “DON’T MAKE ME NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lenore pumped a trio of Kneelifts into Winterrest’s rump to throw her off balance, which in turn made it easier to march her a little ways outta the corner. Soon as she was satisfied with the clearance behind her, the Fair & Radiant Maiden got low and popped her hips to fling Elise up, over and most importantly, back, the base of her skull BWUUUNGING full force into the top turnbuckle! The abrupt interruption of the German Suplex dropped Winterrest onto her butt in most awkward fashion, though she barely registered the jolt to her tailbone due to the pounding ache in her skull.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmqjyspjcwo
The sight of her archrival huddled up in the buckles with both arms swaddling the back of her skull should’ve given Lemarchand the tiniest bit of satisfaction, yet the brunette’s patrician features were unquestionably grim when she walked up and planted her right boot in the hollow of Winterrest’s throat! Quick to anchor her perch with a two-handed grip on the top rope, Lenore dropped into a deep crouch and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned in with every bit of her weight to mercilessly throttle the muddled Manipulator!
Forced to abandon the care of her noggin to tend to the (literally) more pressing concern, Elise clamped down on Lemarchand’s intruding ankle with both hands and pushed with all her might while simultaneously rasping something that sounded a bit like ‘BREAK!’
Al Carpenter had no great affection for Elise Winterrest, yet he couldn’t stand idly by while she strangled, so he swatted Lenore on the shoulder, then counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lemarchand drew away and rounded on the official, dark eyes flashing. “Where the hell was my warning?”
“Would you have listened to it?” The Raven gave him an appraising look before she returned her attention to the seated Mainer. “Dammit Lenore, she’s in the corner! You gotta let her--” Top rope already in hand, Lenore launched herself into a flawless handstand directly above her slumped foe. From there she swung down and in, her long legs parted just enough to THWHUMP the curve of her backside into Elise’s gulping chest!
RAVEN'S RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cirQyHpC78s
Finally showing a smile as she ground her undercarriage against Winterrest’s mug, Lenore popped to verticality and stomped away with both hands raised high so as to avoid Carpenter’s ire.
As for Elise, she took some time to steady her breathing before using the ropes to haul herself upright. Leaning against the buckles, she flashed an angry glare at Al and pointed an accusatory finger at Lenore. “Keep that animal away from me, Carpenter! I won’t have my dominance questioned because she got herself disqualBACK! GET HER BACK!”
Lenore pounced, got within inches of Miss Murder before the official interposed himself between the rivals. “Spineless bytch!” Lemarchand snarled as she tried to get by, around or through Al. “You want to dominate me? You’ll never do it in the cor--”
CRAAACK!
Faux-fear fading as soon as the zebra’s eyes were elsewhere, Elise pulled herself out of the strands and warmed Lenore’s cheek with a stiff Bytch Slap! To further complicate matters, Winterrest gave Carpenter a little shove, not much, but enough to send he and the Courtier stumbling away from the corner. Enraged by the smug confidence she saw etched on Elise’s features, Lemarchand slipped out of Al’s grasp and raced straight at “OOOOFFFHHH!” The black-clad brunette dipped out of the way while simultaneously dropping low, all the better to tangle her feet with Lenore’s so that the overzealous Raven went face-first into the middle turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE DROP TOE HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHSfBsOtm6U
“Oh, how the tables have turned.” Elise purred as she returned to boot-leather. “Now, what was that you were saying about domination? How I’d never do it in the corner?”
‘Corner’ was still leaving her lips when Elise threw herself at Lenore and plunged both hands into her hair. Knee braced between the other brunette’s shoulders, Miss Murder leaned in with all her weight while simultaneously scrubbing her nemesis’ face against the rough canvas! “CAN YOU SEE NOW, LITTLE BIRD?” Elise bellowed over her opponent’s agonized squawking. “I CAN DOMINATE YOU ANYWHERE! ANY TIME! ANY WAY I PLEASE!”
Carpenter wasn’t inclined to give Winterrest the leeway to test this proclamation, especially after that shove when his back was turned. Thus he offered her the same non-warning granted Lenore, the lanky zebra simply walked up beside and started to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Unlike the Courtier however, the First Degree Femme Fatale offered no comment, she did however make an obvious show of wiping her palms clean on his shirt before shooing him aside. “Keep out of the way, my dear little lad. Wouldn’t want you getting run over, would we?”
Al agreed that he did not and so gave the brunette a wide berth when she turned around and described a looping curve that took her to the far corner, whereupon she cut across the squared circle on a razor-sharp diagonal, Miss Murder reaching near Daly-ian speeds in the heartbeats before she hopped up and THWHUMPED both knees into her penitent opponent’s defenseless shoulders! Elise bounced back and Lenore did the same, though where the former landed on her feet, the latter floundered around in a woozy half turn that left her seated against the middle buckle.
This pleased Winterrest to no end, not that she lingered to enjoy the view. Rather she did another about face and ran the ropes to hit the closest corner and returned for the second time in less than a minute. No knees now, she spun ‘round in a half circle and threw herself into a seat beside the Courtier to DRIVE the point of her right elbow into the side of Lenore’s skull!
MURDEROUS FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=01l3_gf86Vk
Miss Murder somersaulted away from the impact and popped to her feet with both arms spread wide, Elise clearly reveling in the jeers heaped upon her by the FAWNatics. Turning to face the hard camera, she hooked her thumbs together and started to raise a Raven of her own, only to transform it into a pair of taunting middle fingers. “Oh really, what are you going to do about it?” she sneered at those assembled. “You’re as helpless as she is!”
They didn’t much care for that assessment, which probably explained Winterrest’s broad smirk as she strutted toward the grounded Courtier. Filling her hands with the brunette’s long locks, the Icy Manipulator yanked Lemarchand up and into a Front Facelock that she promptly transformed into a Double Underhook by butterflying Lenore’s arms out away from her torso. Even a hint of Murder Most Foul was enough to ratchet up the vitriol from the capacity crowd, it also caused the Fair & Radiant Maiden to stretch one leg backward so she could drape that ankle over the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” she barked to Carpenter. “Get her off, Al! I’m in the ropUGH!”
Winterrest stuffed a Kneelift into her belly and backpedaled to the middle of the ring to remove her rival from the strands before Al could make a ruling one way or the other. “Get it through that dainty little skull of yours, bytch. There’s no puzzle of yours I can’t solve, no escape attempt I can’t thwart, no game I can’t win!” On that assertion she bent her knees and hoisted Lemarchand off her feet for--
Lenore kicked her legs wildly, throwing Elise off balance to the point that she had to return her burden to the canvas. Lemarchand took a knee at once, knowing full well it’d be far more difficult for Elise to upend her from this position. Winterrest knew it too and she made her displeasure known by raaaaaaking her nails up and down the exposed curve of Lenore’s back.
“Oh your feet, little bird.” she hissed. “I said ON YOUR FEET!” The Icy Manipulator hauled Lenore to boot-leather only for the struggling brunette to immediately go down on both knees. Furious at the denial, Elise spat a curse and hauled Lemarchand up yet again, then snapped off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Emily’s Lady in Waiting down flat on her back. Even though she had no interest in ending their game on a simple three count, Winterrest still went up on tiptoe to keep Lenore glued in place through…
BRIDGING DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMKmpahz4BE
ONE…
TWO…
Lemarchand twisted her hips to break the bridge with a full second to spare and promptly rolled onto her stomach to prevent a follow-up cover. This tactic worked, though perhaps a bit too well as Elise immediately climbed into a seat atop her lower back, caught hold of Lenore’s biceps and strapped them snugly across the planks of her thighs.
“RRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting groaned through clenched teeth when Winterrest palmed her chin and reefed back on the Camel Clutch!
“Give it up, little bird.” Miss Murder demanded after several seconds of stoic suffering from the Courtier. “Singh could only expose you as a peasant with this hold, I on the other hand can do so much more.” She punctuated this statement by crooking her left hand into a talon and dragging it across her opponent’s cheek.
“Suuuhhh… sorry honey.” Lemarchand huffed once the worst was over. “Amara actually has the upper body strength to make this hurt, you’re just press-on nails and tacky jewelAAARRRRHHHH FAHK! EYES! EYES, AL!”
Smirk fading in the face of Lenore’s defiance, Elise brought the bracelet on her left hand into play, using the chunky edge to scrape, gouge and otherwise attack the Raven’s eye sockets!
Al didn’t need Lemarchand’s yowling to note the infraction. He’d spotted it at once and responded just as quickly. “Knock that off right now, Elise! If I have to warn you again I’ll take them off you mys-”
“NO!” Lenore shouted. “Let her keep the shytty things, I want them to know they can’t save HHHRRRRHHHH!”
Batting her eyes at the startled official, the Malicious Mainer slipped three fingers into the left corner of Lemarchand’s mouth and pulled back in an utterly pitiless fishhook! “You see, little man? My pet bird is tougher than she looks.” Sliding her right hand away from Lenore’s chin, Elise curled two fingers into another claw but rather than work it into the other brunette’s mouth she slowly raked it across her cheek, directly beneath her right eye. “Ask her.” Winterrest purred, her demand timed to keep Carpenter from issuing another warning. “Ask my little bird if she submits.”
“What do you say, Lenore? Have you had enough?”
“Nuuuhhh…no. Nev--” Lenore’s denial dissolved into a furious hiss when Elise leaned down and pressed a kiss to the center of her battle-warmed forehead. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Mr. Carpenter?” Winterrest teased. “The little bird can’t help but envision herself as the heroine of the pseudo-Gothic fable she so desperately wants to live. Which means she’s resigned to suffer until there’s OOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Lenore finally wrested her left arm free of Elise’s thigh and unleashed a bit of poetic justice in the form of a thumb jabbed into Winterrest’s eye! Scrambling to boot-leather with a hand pressed to one side of her face, the First Degree Femme Fatale delivered a few angry Stomps between the Courtier’s shoulders, then bent down and snatched a double handful of hair so she could scrape her face across the rough canvas!
Al again bypassed the warning to go straight for the count, meaning Elise already had Lenore vertical by the time the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ Switching over to a Wristlock snug enough to grind bones, the Icy Manipulator shouldered Lemarchand back on her heels, then dropped a shoulder and shot her into the ropes with an Irish NO! Lenore dug in when she reached the end of her tether and sent Winterrest in her stead.
The shift in momentum didn’t discomfit Elise in the slightest, indeed she looked quite unperturbed when she hopped onto the second rope and launched herself back the way she’d came. Arms already stretched over one shoulder in anticipation of a Three Quarters Facelock, Winterrest’s expression didn’t bear the slightest bit of concern until she literally flew into the knees of an airborne Lenore Lemarchand! Threading both hands over the other brunette’s chin, the Fair & Radiant Maiden yanked down with all her might, thus transforming the Bullet with a Name into a Lungblower that THWHUMPED every bit of oxygen from Elise’s sinewy frame!
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc-tWNgJqwE
Bounced off Lenore’s knees like they were pneumatic, Winterrest landed on her butt and jostled to all fours but got caught in Waistlock before she got any farther. Hunched over the other brunette (boots planted on either side of her opponent’s hips) Lemarchand dipped down and set Elise on her feet with an effortful dead-lift. Soon as that was done she dropped into a near squat and bridged backward to relieve Winterrest of her freshly-gained verticality! Her first German Suplex had been purposely truncated by the ring-post, the second faced no such intrusion meaning Elise went up, over and DOWN, Miss Murder planted hard on the back of her head and neck!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifIim_bgaoI
Winterrest tumbled through the landing, clambered to a seat and whirled on Lemarchand, her dark eyes wild with surprise and hate. “Come on!” she snarled at the Courtier. “Come on, little bird! You think you can still fight, then FIGHT!”
Lenore obliged her at once, only to dip ‘round and behind when Elise tried to scratch her eyes out with a double fistful of nails! Claiming her nemesis’ six in the blink of an eye, Lemarchand stepped in and lashed a low kick across the pit of Winterrest’s right knee.
Elise went down in a heap, rolled to her stomach and scrambled up without so much as a hitch in her giddy-up, the adrenaline allowing her to shrug off the brunt of Lenore’s resurgence. “Don’t you run from me, little bird. Don’t you dare.” Winterrest’s claws were up and out, the black-clad brunette clearly searching for a grip on her adversary’s hair, or better yet, her face.
Lenore beckoned her forward while simultaneously backing away, the Courtier evading the lock-up as easily as the titular bird had escaped the insane narrator in the poem from which she took her ebon sobriquet. “Not running, sweetie. I’m flitting.” Lenore pronounced the last word with the sort of haughty emphasis she knew would drive Winterrest into a fury. “What’s wrong? Can’t the big, bad Wolf of Winter get her fumbling paws on--”
Elise pounced and Lenore dipped clear, only instead of going behind the frustrated battler she went straight for the ropes. Already halfway through her return trip by the time Elise turned around (her aches accumulated as the adrenaline faded, slowing her reflexes) Lemarchand launched off her back foot to come in low, the bendy-back channeling her inner Destroyer with a Chopblock that saw her left shoulder THWHUNK into the meat of Winterrest’s left thigh! Miss Murder did an ungainly pirouette on the way to the deck, her injured stem to chest level just before she touched down.
As for Lenore, she pushed to verticality and took several deep breaths as she smoothed back her hair and made minor adjustments to her trunks. Elise was still nursing her wounded leg at the end of these ablutions, so Lemarchand stalked over and laid claim to her left ankle. “NO! GET AWAY!” Winterrest pushed up on her elbows and kicked wildly with her right foot, landing a few glancing blows on the Raven’s hip and thigh. Aware she wasn’t connecting often or hard enough to dissuade the bytch’s plans, Elise pressed her palms to the canvas and scooted away from Lemarchand until she felt the strands at her back. “Ropes!” she called to Al. “Get this guileless savage away from me, CarpenTRRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGHHHHH!”
Lenore pushed Elise’s foot toward her head, thus granting her the opportunity to jab several more Toe Kicks into the back of Winterrest’s exposed thigh.
“LET. GO!”
Winterrest was thrashing harder than ever, yet nothing freed her ankle from the Raven’s not so tender ministrations. Her suffering continued until Al stepped up alongside his charges and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lenore punctuated one through three with a sharp twist of Elise’s foot and finished off with a heavy stomp to the back of her thigh on ‘FOUR!’ Clearing off with raised hands, Lemarchand offered no defense or excuse for her tactics, she simply posted up near the center and stood watch while the Malicious Mainer tended to her injured wheel.
Hooked onto the middle rope with her right arm, Winterrest took care to keep most of weight on her right leg until she’d regained full verticality. Then she shifted a little more to the injured left, grimacing slightly at the jolt that shot from her knee to her hip and back again. Teeth bared in a predatory snarl, she asked, “Is that all you’ve got, little bird?”
“I’ll answer when you get your gutless ass out of those ropes, mama’s girl.” Lemarchand snapped back without missing a beat.
Elise flipped her the bird, took a few more seconds to catch her breath before acknowledging Carpenter’s request to rejoin the fray. “You think you’ve dealt me a injury, brat?” Winterrest came for her rival at a good clip despite the noticeable hitch in her left leg. “All you’ve done is give me another reason to--”
Lenore walked, or rather ran the other brunette down and took to the skies in a short hop, Emily’s Lady in Waiting twisting sideways in mid-air to thread her legs around Elise’s waist. It wasn’t exactly high impact as far as takedowns were concerned, but it did put both wrestlers on the canvas well away from the ropes. Al thought it looked the beginning to any number of pinning predicaments so he dove in beside the action only to discover a count was the last thing on Lemarchand’s mind. Hooking onto Elise’s left thigh when the takedown popped both legs into the air, Lenore tugged the limb close to her chest while simultaneously scissoring her own legs around that exposed thigh just below the knee.
Kneebar, Lenore Lemarchand to Elise Winterrest.
KNEE BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkZzxOo9XUE
“AAARRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Miss Murder sat up at once, took a short kick to the gut to put her back down flat.
Wrenching and yanking on Winterrest’s ankle when she wasn’t bearing down on that trapped thigh, Lenore poured on the torture for almost ten seconds before she explained, “You can tap or I can put you on the shelf for god knows how long. Those are your only options, Elisssssrrrhhhh!”
Elise didn’t risk sitting up again, so she curled herself over the Courtier’s sinewy stems and draaaaaaaaaaagged her nails down that pale expanse of thigh. “You forgot the third option, little bird.” Winterrest huffed in between skin-shredding passes. “I can always make you bleedOOOOOHHHH DAMN YOU!” Squeezing the Scissors harder than ever, Lemarchand cupped Elise’s ankle in one hand, gripped the toes of her boot in the other and twisted like she was trying to pop the lid on particularly stubborn jar of pickles. “NO!” Elise barked to the zebra before he even had the chance to waste her time with such a useless question. That settled, she braced her elbows on the canvas and pushed to a seat so she could crab-walk her way toward--“NNGH!”
Lenore kicked her again, the Fair & Radiant Maiden scuffing a heel across the other brunette’s chin to thwart the second jailbreak in less than a minute. “Give it up, sweetie!” Lemarchand demanded after ten more seconds of pitiless punishment. “You know you’re trapped!”
Hands buried in her own hair, “F*ck you, little bird. If I’m still conscious, I’m not trappedDRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Lenore’s thighs were a porcelain vise, the pressure on Elise’s knee growing more unbearable with each passing second. “You think I won’t put you out? After what she did to me at Bly? After what YOU did at Summer SweLAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAHK!”
Forced to acknowledge that she couldn’t escape the Kneebar via traditional means, Winterrest flattened her right hand into a spike and jabbed it between the Courtier’s thighs! The torturous clamp on her legs loosened to such a degree that Elise could’ve wriggled her way out, yet she chose to stay where she was until she’d THUMPED, then draaaaaaaaaaagged that chunky gold bracelet onto and across her opponent’s center.
That brisk, mean-spirited rubbing ended Lenore’s hold in a matter of seconds so Elise scrambled to all fours and threw herself atop the reeling Raven in a full body pin. Seeing Lemarchand’s shoulders pressed dangerously close to the canvas, Al moved into position only to earn a stern rebuke from the Icy Manipulator. “She knows I can pin her shoulders, asshole.” she huffed. “But the little bird still doesn’t believe I can break her.”
Struggling thigh against thigh, the Wolf of Winter slipped her calves in behind Lenore’s and wrenched her legs apart in an agonizing Double Leg Grapevine. Zeroing in on Lenore’s pained features to dull the hurt in her own right knee, Elise trapped Lenore’s wrists overhead and pinned them in place so she could lean down to within half an inch of the squirming brunette’s nose. “We both know you’re going to wilt as soon as I really start to work your trunks, little bird.” she murmured. “I won’t even have to tweak your tits even once… but that doesn’t mean I won’t.”
Elise leaned in close, pressed her cheek to Lenore’s and pushed her head to one side so she could liiiiiiiiiick the Raven from chin to temple. “The Headmistress made you beg in private. It’s only fitting that her daughter makes you beg in front of the whole world!”
Trapping Lemarchand’s wrists one atop the other, Winterrest held them in place with her left hand, then reached down with her right and clamped down on her nemesis’ defenseless undercarriage!
“Rrrrrrggggggghhhhh F*CK yoooooooooouuuuuu!” Lenore hissed in pitiable anguish as Elise interspersed her clawing with occasional strikes and scrubs from her shiny bracelet.
“Surrender, little bird.” Elise purred in the midst of this, ahem, underhanded punishment. “Concede our Humiliation Game to me and perhaps, perhaps I’ll leave you just enough fighting spirit to threaten the Brewster’s and Singh’s of this world.” She shifted from clawing to raking, the domineering battler making a point to scrape her nails along her nemesis’ inner thighs. “Resist and I’ll end your career. You may leave on your feet, but you’ll do it with your head bowed and tears streaming down your--”
“Kiss. My. Ass.” Lenore interrupted through teeth that wouldn’t quite unclench. “Your hag of a mother couldn’t break me and she was three times the wrestler you OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAWWWD!”
An irate Elise slipped her hand into the left leg-hole of her prey’s purple briefs and resumed her mauling with hateful, white-knuckled ferocity. “ASK HER!” Winterrest shrieked to Carpenter without taking her eyes from Lemarchand. “ASK HER IF SHE’S READY TO BEGGRRRHHH!”
Lenore lifted her head off the canvas and sank her teeth into Elise’s neck a few inches below her right ear! Miss Murder keened to high heaven, then got a little louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden slipped one leg free of the Grapevine and jabbed a stubby Kneelift into her crotch!
“Get the f*ck offa me.” Lemarchand growled as she fought to squirm free of the other brunette’s weight. “I said get off before I crush your filthy junKOOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Elise interrupted the threat with a Kneelift of her own, the low blow making Lenore shudder from head to toe. Unfortunately, in her ardor to make the Courtier suffer, Winterrest struck with her injured left knee and the resultant jolt sent her tumbling away from Lemarchand with that leg drawn tight to her chest.
As for Lenore she flopped onto her tummy with both hands between her thighs, the brunette’s haughty features twisted into an ugly grimace of nauseated agony. That meant Al Carpenter was the last one standing, not that the circumstances pleased him in the slightest. Positioned between his charges, the lanky official glanced back and forth for signs of obvious stirring but noted nothing that inspired any confidence. To that end he gave the brunettes another five seconds before initiating the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Winterrest sat up, scooted into the ropes and hooked onto the middle strand to aid in an arduous return to verticality. Elsewhere, Lenore braced on her forehead and palms, the Fair & Radiant Maiden clearly still suffering in the aftermath of Elise’s prolonged trunk-work. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TE--”
Both wrestlers made it to boot-leather and though far from steady, they maintained their balance. Rubbing her right bracelet with her left thumb, Miss Murder grunted, “I’ll make you quit yet, little bird. You’ll scream like a fledging tumbled from it’s--”
“Then do it, mama’s girl.” Lenore challenged. “Get over here and prove to me that you’re something more than the bargain brand Headmistress.”
Elise took a deep breath and let it out slow, her dark eyes flaring with anger and disdain. “Well… since you asked so nicely.”
The Wolf of Winter came for Lenore bad leg and all, Elise closing fast despite the obvious limp. Lemarchand held her ground near center ring, the weary warrior raising both hands to shoulder level for-- Elise lunged forward and fired off a Toe Kick with bad leg only to utter something unprintable when Lenore caught hold of her ank--“OOOOOWWWW!”
Willing to expose her own injuries to punish her nemesis, Elise hunched forward and slashed her nails across the Courtier’s eyes! Lemarchand dropped Elise’s foot and backpedaled as quick as she could, it just wasn’t quick enough to stop the Icy Manipulator from doubling her over with a second Toe Kick, this one a whisper south of her foe’s navel. Catching Lenore in a Front Facelock before she’d finished doubling over, Winterrest kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of the other brunette’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
'MURDEROUS' DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbxdmfrnIgY
Lenore somersaulted through to a bobble-headed seat and could’ve stayed there for quite a while if Elise hadn’t helped herself to a double handful of hair. “Time for one last look at the sky, little bird. One more glorious ascent before the endless fall.”
Winterrest wedged Lemarchand’s head under her left arm, slipped her hands under opposing biceps and secured a firm clasp between Lenore’s shoulders. Murder weapon in hand, Elise dipped both knees and muscled Lenore upside down. She would’ve loved to hold her prey in place as long as possible, unfortunately the bytch’s work on her knee meant Winterrest laid out as soon as she had Lemarchand upended.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
THWHONK! The Raven’s skull hit the deck full force and she flopped over in an insensate, glassy-eyed starfish that only offered the softest of indignant murmurs when Elise slid forward and sat on her face! “Didn’t even need ‘em!” Winterrest said of the chunky bracelets as she twisted and tweaked Lenore’s nipples in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand pressed her hands to those smothering buttocks and pushed Elise from her perch with a whisper of a heartbeat to spare!
“NO!” the Icy Manipulator shrieked at the top of her lungs. “SHE WAS FINISHED! HELPLESS! RAISE MY HAND YOU INCOMPETANT PIECE OF SHYT!”
“I will if you can win the match, Elise.” Carpenter remained remarkably calm considering the incensed banshee that’d walked him into an empty corner.
“Oh, you will if I win the match?” she asked very softly. “Then I’ll make sure you honor that promise before you help the EMT’s scrape that broken bytch onto a stretcher!”
Winterrest didn’t wait for a reply from the zebra, she’d already returned her attention to the smoldering ruin of Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Did I say you could move, little bird?” Elise stomped on the pit of Lenore’s stomach to stretch her out flat before circling around and dropping to her knees just above the vulnerable brunette’s head. Catching hold of Lemarchand’s wrists, Winterrest pulled her arms overhead so they’d be useless when she dropped her ass on Lenore’s nose for the second time in as many minutes.
“I think not.” Miss Murder waved Carpenter away when he tried to move in for a count. “She’s earned far more than three brief seconds of torment. Isn’t that right, my sweet Raven?”
“MMMRRPPPPGGGHH!” Lenore wriggled from one side to the other but couldn’t dislodge Winterrest, nor could she prevent the other brunette from spilling her breasts from their confinement with a single deft tug!
“Dear me, you didn’t think the worst was over, did you?” Elise inflicted a quick, sharp stereo tweak on her opponent’s buds. “No, no, no. The worst is still to come. Fear not though. I won’t make you wait long.” Waggling her buns to exacerbate Lemarchand’s discomfort, Elise undid her bracelets and held them high so the buzzing FAWNatics could, ahem, come to grips, with what she had in mind. “And now, Lenore Lemarchand. You will belong to me… forever morRWHOOOAAAARRRGGGH!”
The Raven kicked both legs up, hooked them beneath Elise’s biceps and popped her hips to tumble both brunettes forward, Winterrest onto her back and Lenore into a rough seat on her chest! Elise dropped her golden weaponry and sank hateful claws into Lemarchand’s bounty, but the Fair & Radiant Maiden endured this affront long enough to lace her hands into a Double Axehandle that she promptly THWHUMPED against Elise’s crotch!
“BYTCH!” Elise sobbed in incredulous anguish. “WHY WON’T YOU JUST QURRGH! RRRGGHHH AAAAWWW GAWDMMMMRRRRPPPPPPHHHHH!”
Lenore drove two more Hammer Fists into her nemesis’ groin, then slid backward to bury Elise up to the bridge of her nose in a Reverse Face Sit. “Yuuuuhhh… you… you just made… the worst mistake of your career, sweetie.” Lemarchand gasped as she began to clear her head. Winterrest’s hands swatted at her glutes, found no escape there and began swatting the mat instead. Not a show of submission though, she was clearly looking for--
The Raven distracted Elise from her search by hooking her thumbs into that scooped neckline and tugging it down well south of her rival’s breasts! Elise squealed and immediately moved to cover up, so Lemarchand grabbed a wrist in either hand and just pummeled Winterrest’s hands against the canvas for five seconds or more.
“Looks like you dropped something.” Lenore tossed Elise’s hands aside and laid claim to the bracelets the Icy Manipulator had lost during the recent scuffle. “You know I don’t usually go for such ostentatious jewelry, but I do think these would look good on more. Or rather, on you.”
“DOHNYUHEVENTHINKABOWDAAARRRRRHHHHH!”
Lenore Lemarchand didn’t have strong opinions on the supernatural, but she sure as hell exorcised some demons the moment she caught Elise’s nipples in those makeshift pincers!
“Do you think she’s still watching?” the Raven’s voice was contemplative as she twisted and tugged on her nemesis’ nubs. “Or did she turn it off the instant you fumbled these goddamned things?” Thinking back to that miserable evening in England, Lenore pulled up and twisted her wrists in the opposite direction, the Courtier seemingly mesmerized by her wicked work. “I hope she’s still watching. I REALLY want her to see everything to the bitter end. But something tells me she turned it off as soon as she understood you were going to disappoint her yet ag--”
“GEHVUB!” Winterrest pounded the canvas with a flattened palm so there’d be no confusion.
“AYGEHVUBYOOBIDGESOOGEHDOFFAMEEEEE!”
Lenore pulled a little harder, the vengeful Courtier unwilling to relinquish her seat until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The Raven treated those tits to a final proprietary tweak before she relinquished the pincers and pushed to her feet. Quick to put a boot on the other brunette’s gulping belly, she didn’t offer her wrist to Al Carpenter until she’d snapped Elise’s bracelets onto her own wrists. Allowing herself a deep breath and a vindicated nod of thanks to the roaring crowd, she drew the camera in close with a beckoning finger, then hooked her thumbs together to form the Raven sigil at chest level.
“Thanks for the graduation present.” she said to the Headmistress of Bly Academy. “Don’t you want to ask me what I’ve learned?”
Lemarchand glared across the Atlantic for several more seconds but with no response immediately forthcoming she settled for THUMPING a final ‘forget me not’ stomp into the pit of Elise’s stomach to kick off a vindicated victory lap to all four corners of the squared circle.
Jeers of disdain, shouts of disgust and roars of general malaise from all corners of the arena at this pronouncement, the collected vitriol of the FAWNatics growing that even stronger once 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 First Degree Femme Fatale brazenly challenging this miserable collection of oxygen wasters to do their absolute worst. They did their level best, alas 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 her domineering win at Summer Swelter, Elise lifted both hands to better show off the chunky bracelets adorning both wrists. The murderous ambience made them look red, but Elise and more importantly, Lenore, knew they were gold. “Do you like them, little bird?” she asked with a smirk. “They’re a recent gift from home and I must say, I love them.” Chuckling over some private joke, the cruel-hearted brunette turned her attention to the canvas killing floor 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 Malicious Mainer sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and claimed the center of the ring for her very own. Shifting her focus to the hard camera, 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’s nasty smile grew noticeable wider when 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 the idiots at home a single slow throat-slash, when the lights returned to normal, Winterrest turned and headed back to her corner without a word, forcing referee Al Carpenter to trail along in her wake to carry out the final inspection.
“And introducing her opponent, 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’ took to the Slaybor Day skies, prompting as a massive number of ’Ravens’ to do the same. The size of Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ seemingly unchanged despite the admittedly challenging summer she’d endured thus far. Those gathered for tonight’s festivities roared all the louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden stepped into view on the tail end of the Announcer’s intro. Sparing the arena a single brief glance, Lemarchand eventually hooked her thumbs together and hoisted thee 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 attempted retribution, 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.
Hell-bent on wiping the smirk off Miss Murder’s face (and maybe smashing those damned bracelets to pieces)
Lenore bypassed the hands extended in her direction, though she did pause to pose in front of a large ’Quoth the Raven’ 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 Elise instead of the hard camera, she placed a toe on the mat and swiped a line between herself and the other brunette. Winterrest didn’t take the bait, so Lemarchand backpedaled into the opposite corner so Carpenter could put her pads and boots through the same pre-fight check.
Elise and Lenore left their corners at the sound of the bell, the former determined to finish the humiliating work she’d begun at Summer Swelter, the latter just as eager to correct the confidence-shattering skid she’d only recently begun to address.
Lips curling into a cold smile as she approached the crippled Raven, Winterrest raised her hands not to lock-up or even slap, but to admire the way the light played over those mellow golden bracelets so recently attached to her wrists. Lenore noted this and did an excellent job keeping her expression neutral, but she couldn’t suppress the chill that traced her spine like the touch of a cold finger.
Elise must’ve sensed her nemesis’ discomfort because her smile grew the tiniest bit wider. “Admiring my new jewelry, little bird?” she cooed. “I don’t blame you, they do make for a lovely accessory. Perhaps if you ask nicely I’ll let you try them on before the match is over.” Elise waited a beat, just long enough for Lemarchand to clench her jaw against what came next. “I’ve been told they fit you perfectly, after all.”
Lenore dew in a deep breath, let it out slow. “If we’re being perfectly honest with one another I can’t decide if you dressing up in your mother’s tacky accoutrements is more an indictment of your sad lack of identity or yet another pathetic cry for approvNNGGHH!”
Winterrest swiveled the other brunette’s head with a whip-crack backhand then buried a hand in her hair and THWHUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of her stomach. With the Fair & Radiant Maiden nearly doubled over, Elise jerked Lenore in close enough to hiss in her ear. “Maintain that unearned braggadocio as long as you can, little bird. Each and every sputtered denial will make it infinitely more satisfying when you blubber the rest of your tattered reputation into my AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Known for her resilience and technical prowess in equal measure, Lemarchand could’ve engineered at least half a dozen ways to escape the Icy Manipulator’s clutches, so it spoke volumes that she simply raised both hands and draaaaaaaagged her nails down Elise’s surprised face! Catching hold of the other brunette’s scooped neckline before Winterrest could retreat more than a couple steps, Lenore balled her free hand into a fist and delivered two quick jabs to Elise’s chin and followed it with a rough claw grip on the lower half of her face.
“Wear her jewelry all you want, mama’s girl.” Lemarchand hissed to the sputtering Femme Fatale. “No matter what you do you’ll never be even half the BYTCH she OOOFFFHHH!”
Elise gouged a wicked hook into the washboard of her rival’s belly, palmed her head in both hands and CRUNCHED a quick Headbutt between the Courtier’s eyes. Lenore’s hooks sagged into a much more ragged clench that Winterrest readily accepted as it allowed her to bull-rush the other brunette into one of the neutral corners. Stuffing both hands under Lemarchand’s chin once there was nowhere else for her to go, Miss Murder thumped a pair of Crossover Kneelifts into her foe’s belly to ensure she was already gasping for air when Elise sank her claws into cheek and throat!
“Get the Headmistress out of your mind, little bird!” Winterrest snarled at the gurgling Raven. “Memories of Bly are the LEAST of your concern tonight!”
To prove as such she braced her right forearm across Lemarchand’s collarbone and aggressively scrubbed that golden bracelet back & forth across the protesting brunette’s modest décolletage. “Feel that, you helpless ball of feathers and fluff? It’s just the beginning of tonight’s pleasant-RRRRGGHHHHH!”
More than willing to endure hurt to dish some out (especially when it came to Elise Winterrest) Lenore caught a massive handful of hair and wrenched Elise’s head back so she could jab her fingertips into the hollow of her opponent’s throat! Winterrest coughed violently and pushed away from the other brunette only for Lemarchand to catch her by the shoulders and twist her hips, thus reversing their positions in the buckles.
Wedging a shoulder to Elise’s sternum to ensure she couldn’t slither free of the predicament, Lenore draped the other brunette’s arms over the top rope in a remarkably brusque fashion, then reared back and CRAAACKED her across the chest with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop! Winterrest hissed, tried to free her arms and got a stern palm pressed to her chin for the trouble.
“You’ve overplayed your hand, Elise.” Lemarchand admonished as she cranked the Malicious Mainer’s head backward at an awkward angle. “You could’ve let this go, you did win best of five after all. But you weren’t satisfied, had to keep upping the stakes in our little Humiliation Game.” Lenore flattened her other hand against Elise’s neck, not to throttle, but to slide it beneath the snug U-neck of her one-piece. “You wanted to keep playing so now I have to remind you just WHO THE HELL I AM!”
The Raven clamped down like a woman possessed, first the right, followed by the left, then dragging her nails across the breadth and scope of those struggling curves just to start all over again. Delighted by the purposeful ripple and bulge of Lenore’s talon beneath that snug lycra, the FAWNatics chanted ‘MUG THOSE JUGGS!’ until the unneeded arrival of Al Carpenter necessitated a round of emphatic booing.
Al paid them no mind, he was solely devoted to protecting his charges from one another. “She’s in the ropes, Lenore. Give me a clean break, would ya?”
Lemarchand caught Winterrest’s left bud between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp tweak before removing her grip from Elise’s togs. Hands raised to shoulder level, Lenore took a couple steps back as she noted, “Clean is the last thing that vile bytch deserves, Al. I hope you remember that when she NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
The First Degree Femme Fatale raised her right knee to chest level and drove a kick into Lemarchand’s tits as the first of much payback for the rough handling she’d just endured. Seeing the snide little brat knocked out of kilter, Elise lunged from the corner with looping Haymaker aimed at the hateful little cleft in Lenore’s ch-- Lemarchand dipped beneath the blow, swung ‘round behind the other brunette and caught her in a Waistlock. She dropped her hips and-- “NNGGGHH!”
Elise jabbed her rival’s chin with a quick Back Elbow that didn’t break the Waistlock so she grabbed hold of Lenore’s wrists and backpedaled at full speed to BWUNG the Raven’s admittedly bendy back into the canvas-padded steel.
Emily’s Lady in Waiting grunted, squeezed a little harder and jerked her knotted fists up into the pit of Winterrest’s stomach. “That all you got?” she hissed. “I thought you Bly Girls were supposed to be tough. Or were you a C-student coasting on mommy’s RRRGGGHHH!”
Elise would’ve loved to slam a heel into Lenore’s crotch, but their arrangement wouldn’t allow it so she raised one heel and STAMPED on her foot instead! “Top of my class all four years, little girl.” Elise proclaimed as she tried to grind Lemarchand’s toes to paste. “Made a regular habit of humiliating prissy little shyts like OOOOWWWWWW!”
Bound and determined to maintain the Waistlock until she could make something more of it, Lenore leaned in over Elise’s shoulder like she was going to dig away with her chin, but instead she opened wide and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between shoulder and neck!
“BYTCH!” Winterrest forgot about her stomping and reached for Lemarchand’s hair instead, the Icy Manipulator catching double fistfuls in an effort to end the hateful chewing. “LET GO OF ME!” Elise roared while Lenore continued to gnaw. “DON’T MAKE ME NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lenore pumped a trio of Kneelifts into Winterrest’s rump to throw her off balance, which in turn made it easier to march her a little ways outta the corner. Soon as she was satisfied with the clearance behind her, the Fair & Radiant Maiden got low and popped her hips to fling Elise up, over and most importantly, back, the base of her skull BWUUUNGING full force into the top turnbuckle! The abrupt interruption of the German Suplex dropped Winterrest onto her butt in most awkward fashion, though she barely registered the jolt to her tailbone due to the pounding ache in her skull.
TURNBUCKLE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmqjyspjcwo
The sight of her archrival huddled up in the buckles with both arms swaddling the back of her skull should’ve given Lemarchand the tiniest bit of satisfaction, yet the brunette’s patrician features were unquestionably grim when she walked up and planted her right boot in the hollow of Winterrest’s throat! Quick to anchor her perch with a two-handed grip on the top rope, Lenore dropped into a deep crouch and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned in with every bit of her weight to mercilessly throttle the muddled Manipulator!
Forced to abandon the care of her noggin to tend to the (literally) more pressing concern, Elise clamped down on Lemarchand’s intruding ankle with both hands and pushed with all her might while simultaneously rasping something that sounded a bit like ‘BREAK!’
Al Carpenter had no great affection for Elise Winterrest, yet he couldn’t stand idly by while she strangled, so he swatted Lenore on the shoulder, then counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lemarchand drew away and rounded on the official, dark eyes flashing. “Where the hell was my warning?”
“Would you have listened to it?” The Raven gave him an appraising look before she returned her attention to the seated Mainer. “Dammit Lenore, she’s in the corner! You gotta let her--” Top rope already in hand, Lenore launched herself into a flawless handstand directly above her slumped foe. From there she swung down and in, her long legs parted just enough to THWHUMP the curve of her backside into Elise’s gulping chest!
RAVEN'S RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cirQyHpC78s
Finally showing a smile as she ground her undercarriage against Winterrest’s mug, Lenore popped to verticality and stomped away with both hands raised high so as to avoid Carpenter’s ire.
As for Elise, she took some time to steady her breathing before using the ropes to haul herself upright. Leaning against the buckles, she flashed an angry glare at Al and pointed an accusatory finger at Lenore. “Keep that animal away from me, Carpenter! I won’t have my dominance questioned because she got herself disqualBACK! GET HER BACK!”
Lenore pounced, got within inches of Miss Murder before the official interposed himself between the rivals. “Spineless bytch!” Lemarchand snarled as she tried to get by, around or through Al. “You want to dominate me? You’ll never do it in the cor--”
CRAAACK!
Faux-fear fading as soon as the zebra’s eyes were elsewhere, Elise pulled herself out of the strands and warmed Lenore’s cheek with a stiff Bytch Slap! To further complicate matters, Winterrest gave Carpenter a little shove, not much, but enough to send he and the Courtier stumbling away from the corner. Enraged by the smug confidence she saw etched on Elise’s features, Lemarchand slipped out of Al’s grasp and raced straight at “OOOOFFFHHH!” The black-clad brunette dipped out of the way while simultaneously dropping low, all the better to tangle her feet with Lenore’s so that the overzealous Raven went face-first into the middle turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE DROP TOE HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHSfBsOtm6U
“Oh, how the tables have turned.” Elise purred as she returned to boot-leather. “Now, what was that you were saying about domination? How I’d never do it in the corner?”
‘Corner’ was still leaving her lips when Elise threw herself at Lenore and plunged both hands into her hair. Knee braced between the other brunette’s shoulders, Miss Murder leaned in with all her weight while simultaneously scrubbing her nemesis’ face against the rough canvas! “CAN YOU SEE NOW, LITTLE BIRD?” Elise bellowed over her opponent’s agonized squawking. “I CAN DOMINATE YOU ANYWHERE! ANY TIME! ANY WAY I PLEASE!”
Carpenter wasn’t inclined to give Winterrest the leeway to test this proclamation, especially after that shove when his back was turned. Thus he offered her the same non-warning granted Lenore, the lanky zebra simply walked up beside and started to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Unlike the Courtier however, the First Degree Femme Fatale offered no comment, she did however make an obvious show of wiping her palms clean on his shirt before shooing him aside. “Keep out of the way, my dear little lad. Wouldn’t want you getting run over, would we?”
Al agreed that he did not and so gave the brunette a wide berth when she turned around and described a looping curve that took her to the far corner, whereupon she cut across the squared circle on a razor-sharp diagonal, Miss Murder reaching near Daly-ian speeds in the heartbeats before she hopped up and THWHUMPED both knees into her penitent opponent’s defenseless shoulders! Elise bounced back and Lenore did the same, though where the former landed on her feet, the latter floundered around in a woozy half turn that left her seated against the middle buckle.
This pleased Winterrest to no end, not that she lingered to enjoy the view. Rather she did another about face and ran the ropes to hit the closest corner and returned for the second time in less than a minute. No knees now, she spun ‘round in a half circle and threw herself into a seat beside the Courtier to DRIVE the point of her right elbow into the side of Lenore’s skull!
MURDEROUS FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=01l3_gf86Vk
Miss Murder somersaulted away from the impact and popped to her feet with both arms spread wide, Elise clearly reveling in the jeers heaped upon her by the FAWNatics. Turning to face the hard camera, she hooked her thumbs together and started to raise a Raven of her own, only to transform it into a pair of taunting middle fingers. “Oh really, what are you going to do about it?” she sneered at those assembled. “You’re as helpless as she is!”
They didn’t much care for that assessment, which probably explained Winterrest’s broad smirk as she strutted toward the grounded Courtier. Filling her hands with the brunette’s long locks, the Icy Manipulator yanked Lemarchand up and into a Front Facelock that she promptly transformed into a Double Underhook by butterflying Lenore’s arms out away from her torso. Even a hint of Murder Most Foul was enough to ratchet up the vitriol from the capacity crowd, it also caused the Fair & Radiant Maiden to stretch one leg backward so she could drape that ankle over the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” she barked to Carpenter. “Get her off, Al! I’m in the ropUGH!”
Winterrest stuffed a Kneelift into her belly and backpedaled to the middle of the ring to remove her rival from the strands before Al could make a ruling one way or the other. “Get it through that dainty little skull of yours, bytch. There’s no puzzle of yours I can’t solve, no escape attempt I can’t thwart, no game I can’t win!” On that assertion she bent her knees and hoisted Lemarchand off her feet for--
Lenore kicked her legs wildly, throwing Elise off balance to the point that she had to return her burden to the canvas. Lemarchand took a knee at once, knowing full well it’d be far more difficult for Elise to upend her from this position. Winterrest knew it too and she made her displeasure known by raaaaaaking her nails up and down the exposed curve of Lenore’s back.
“Oh your feet, little bird.” she hissed. “I said ON YOUR FEET!” The Icy Manipulator hauled Lenore to boot-leather only for the struggling brunette to immediately go down on both knees. Furious at the denial, Elise spat a curse and hauled Lemarchand up yet again, then snapped off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Emily’s Lady in Waiting down flat on her back. Even though she had no interest in ending their game on a simple three count, Winterrest still went up on tiptoe to keep Lenore glued in place through…
BRIDGING DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMKmpahz4BE
ONE…
TWO…
Lemarchand twisted her hips to break the bridge with a full second to spare and promptly rolled onto her stomach to prevent a follow-up cover. This tactic worked, though perhaps a bit too well as Elise immediately climbed into a seat atop her lower back, caught hold of Lenore’s biceps and strapped them snugly across the planks of her thighs.
“RRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!” Emily’s Lady in Waiting groaned through clenched teeth when Winterrest palmed her chin and reefed back on the Camel Clutch!
“Give it up, little bird.” Miss Murder demanded after several seconds of stoic suffering from the Courtier. “Singh could only expose you as a peasant with this hold, I on the other hand can do so much more.” She punctuated this statement by crooking her left hand into a talon and dragging it across her opponent’s cheek.
“Suuuhhh… sorry honey.” Lemarchand huffed once the worst was over. “Amara actually has the upper body strength to make this hurt, you’re just press-on nails and tacky jewelAAARRRRHHHH FAHK! EYES! EYES, AL!”
Smirk fading in the face of Lenore’s defiance, Elise brought the bracelet on her left hand into play, using the chunky edge to scrape, gouge and otherwise attack the Raven’s eye sockets!
Al didn’t need Lemarchand’s yowling to note the infraction. He’d spotted it at once and responded just as quickly. “Knock that off right now, Elise! If I have to warn you again I’ll take them off you mys-”
“NO!” Lenore shouted. “Let her keep the shytty things, I want them to know they can’t save HHHRRRRHHHH!”
Batting her eyes at the startled official, the Malicious Mainer slipped three fingers into the left corner of Lemarchand’s mouth and pulled back in an utterly pitiless fishhook! “You see, little man? My pet bird is tougher than she looks.” Sliding her right hand away from Lenore’s chin, Elise curled two fingers into another claw but rather than work it into the other brunette’s mouth she slowly raked it across her cheek, directly beneath her right eye. “Ask her.” Winterrest purred, her demand timed to keep Carpenter from issuing another warning. “Ask my little bird if she submits.”
“What do you say, Lenore? Have you had enough?”
“Nuuuhhh…no. Nev--” Lenore’s denial dissolved into a furious hiss when Elise leaned down and pressed a kiss to the center of her battle-warmed forehead. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Mr. Carpenter?” Winterrest teased. “The little bird can’t help but envision herself as the heroine of the pseudo-Gothic fable she so desperately wants to live. Which means she’s resigned to suffer until there’s OOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Lenore finally wrested her left arm free of Elise’s thigh and unleashed a bit of poetic justice in the form of a thumb jabbed into Winterrest’s eye! Scrambling to boot-leather with a hand pressed to one side of her face, the First Degree Femme Fatale delivered a few angry Stomps between the Courtier’s shoulders, then bent down and snatched a double handful of hair so she could scrape her face across the rough canvas!
Al again bypassed the warning to go straight for the count, meaning Elise already had Lenore vertical by the time the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ Switching over to a Wristlock snug enough to grind bones, the Icy Manipulator shouldered Lemarchand back on her heels, then dropped a shoulder and shot her into the ropes with an Irish NO! Lenore dug in when she reached the end of her tether and sent Winterrest in her stead.
The shift in momentum didn’t discomfit Elise in the slightest, indeed she looked quite unperturbed when she hopped onto the second rope and launched herself back the way she’d came. Arms already stretched over one shoulder in anticipation of a Three Quarters Facelock, Winterrest’s expression didn’t bear the slightest bit of concern until she literally flew into the knees of an airborne Lenore Lemarchand! Threading both hands over the other brunette’s chin, the Fair & Radiant Maiden yanked down with all her might, thus transforming the Bullet with a Name into a Lungblower that THWHUMPED every bit of oxygen from Elise’s sinewy frame!
LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc-tWNgJqwE
Bounced off Lenore’s knees like they were pneumatic, Winterrest landed on her butt and jostled to all fours but got caught in Waistlock before she got any farther. Hunched over the other brunette (boots planted on either side of her opponent’s hips) Lemarchand dipped down and set Elise on her feet with an effortful dead-lift. Soon as that was done she dropped into a near squat and bridged backward to relieve Winterrest of her freshly-gained verticality! Her first German Suplex had been purposely truncated by the ring-post, the second faced no such intrusion meaning Elise went up, over and DOWN, Miss Murder planted hard on the back of her head and neck!
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifIim_bgaoI
Winterrest tumbled through the landing, clambered to a seat and whirled on Lemarchand, her dark eyes wild with surprise and hate. “Come on!” she snarled at the Courtier. “Come on, little bird! You think you can still fight, then FIGHT!”
Lenore obliged her at once, only to dip ‘round and behind when Elise tried to scratch her eyes out with a double fistful of nails! Claiming her nemesis’ six in the blink of an eye, Lemarchand stepped in and lashed a low kick across the pit of Winterrest’s right knee.
Elise went down in a heap, rolled to her stomach and scrambled up without so much as a hitch in her giddy-up, the adrenaline allowing her to shrug off the brunt of Lenore’s resurgence. “Don’t you run from me, little bird. Don’t you dare.” Winterrest’s claws were up and out, the black-clad brunette clearly searching for a grip on her adversary’s hair, or better yet, her face.
Lenore beckoned her forward while simultaneously backing away, the Courtier evading the lock-up as easily as the titular bird had escaped the insane narrator in the poem from which she took her ebon sobriquet. “Not running, sweetie. I’m flitting.” Lenore pronounced the last word with the sort of haughty emphasis she knew would drive Winterrest into a fury. “What’s wrong? Can’t the big, bad Wolf of Winter get her fumbling paws on--”
Elise pounced and Lenore dipped clear, only instead of going behind the frustrated battler she went straight for the ropes. Already halfway through her return trip by the time Elise turned around (her aches accumulated as the adrenaline faded, slowing her reflexes) Lemarchand launched off her back foot to come in low, the bendy-back channeling her inner Destroyer with a Chopblock that saw her left shoulder THWHUNK into the meat of Winterrest’s left thigh! Miss Murder did an ungainly pirouette on the way to the deck, her injured stem to chest level just before she touched down.
As for Lenore, she pushed to verticality and took several deep breaths as she smoothed back her hair and made minor adjustments to her trunks. Elise was still nursing her wounded leg at the end of these ablutions, so Lemarchand stalked over and laid claim to her left ankle. “NO! GET AWAY!” Winterrest pushed up on her elbows and kicked wildly with her right foot, landing a few glancing blows on the Raven’s hip and thigh. Aware she wasn’t connecting often or hard enough to dissuade the bytch’s plans, Elise pressed her palms to the canvas and scooted away from Lemarchand until she felt the strands at her back. “Ropes!” she called to Al. “Get this guileless savage away from me, CarpenTRRGH! RGH! RGH! RRRRGHHHHH!”
Lenore pushed Elise’s foot toward her head, thus granting her the opportunity to jab several more Toe Kicks into the back of Winterrest’s exposed thigh.
“LET. GO!”
Winterrest was thrashing harder than ever, yet nothing freed her ankle from the Raven’s not so tender ministrations. Her suffering continued until Al stepped up alongside his charges and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lenore punctuated one through three with a sharp twist of Elise’s foot and finished off with a heavy stomp to the back of her thigh on ‘FOUR!’ Clearing off with raised hands, Lemarchand offered no defense or excuse for her tactics, she simply posted up near the center and stood watch while the Malicious Mainer tended to her injured wheel.
Hooked onto the middle rope with her right arm, Winterrest took care to keep most of weight on her right leg until she’d regained full verticality. Then she shifted a little more to the injured left, grimacing slightly at the jolt that shot from her knee to her hip and back again. Teeth bared in a predatory snarl, she asked, “Is that all you’ve got, little bird?”
“I’ll answer when you get your gutless ass out of those ropes, mama’s girl.” Lemarchand snapped back without missing a beat.
Elise flipped her the bird, took a few more seconds to catch her breath before acknowledging Carpenter’s request to rejoin the fray. “You think you’ve dealt me a injury, brat?” Winterrest came for her rival at a good clip despite the noticeable hitch in her left leg. “All you’ve done is give me another reason to--”
Lenore walked, or rather ran the other brunette down and took to the skies in a short hop, Emily’s Lady in Waiting twisting sideways in mid-air to thread her legs around Elise’s waist. It wasn’t exactly high impact as far as takedowns were concerned, but it did put both wrestlers on the canvas well away from the ropes. Al thought it looked the beginning to any number of pinning predicaments so he dove in beside the action only to discover a count was the last thing on Lemarchand’s mind. Hooking onto Elise’s left thigh when the takedown popped both legs into the air, Lenore tugged the limb close to her chest while simultaneously scissoring her own legs around that exposed thigh just below the knee.
Kneebar, Lenore Lemarchand to Elise Winterrest.
KNEE BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkZzxOo9XUE
“AAARRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Miss Murder sat up at once, took a short kick to the gut to put her back down flat.
Wrenching and yanking on Winterrest’s ankle when she wasn’t bearing down on that trapped thigh, Lenore poured on the torture for almost ten seconds before she explained, “You can tap or I can put you on the shelf for god knows how long. Those are your only options, Elisssssrrrhhhh!”
Elise didn’t risk sitting up again, so she curled herself over the Courtier’s sinewy stems and draaaaaaaaaaagged her nails down that pale expanse of thigh. “You forgot the third option, little bird.” Winterrest huffed in between skin-shredding passes. “I can always make you bleedOOOOOHHHH DAMN YOU!” Squeezing the Scissors harder than ever, Lemarchand cupped Elise’s ankle in one hand, gripped the toes of her boot in the other and twisted like she was trying to pop the lid on particularly stubborn jar of pickles. “NO!” Elise barked to the zebra before he even had the chance to waste her time with such a useless question. That settled, she braced her elbows on the canvas and pushed to a seat so she could crab-walk her way toward--“NNGH!”
Lenore kicked her again, the Fair & Radiant Maiden scuffing a heel across the other brunette’s chin to thwart the second jailbreak in less than a minute. “Give it up, sweetie!” Lemarchand demanded after ten more seconds of pitiless punishment. “You know you’re trapped!”
Hands buried in her own hair, “F*ck you, little bird. If I’m still conscious, I’m not trappedDRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Lenore’s thighs were a porcelain vise, the pressure on Elise’s knee growing more unbearable with each passing second. “You think I won’t put you out? After what she did to me at Bly? After what YOU did at Summer SweLAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAHK!”
Forced to acknowledge that she couldn’t escape the Kneebar via traditional means, Winterrest flattened her right hand into a spike and jabbed it between the Courtier’s thighs! The torturous clamp on her legs loosened to such a degree that Elise could’ve wriggled her way out, yet she chose to stay where she was until she’d THUMPED, then draaaaaaaaaaagged that chunky gold bracelet onto and across her opponent’s center.
That brisk, mean-spirited rubbing ended Lenore’s hold in a matter of seconds so Elise scrambled to all fours and threw herself atop the reeling Raven in a full body pin. Seeing Lemarchand’s shoulders pressed dangerously close to the canvas, Al moved into position only to earn a stern rebuke from the Icy Manipulator. “She knows I can pin her shoulders, asshole.” she huffed. “But the little bird still doesn’t believe I can break her.”
Struggling thigh against thigh, the Wolf of Winter slipped her calves in behind Lenore’s and wrenched her legs apart in an agonizing Double Leg Grapevine. Zeroing in on Lenore’s pained features to dull the hurt in her own right knee, Elise trapped Lenore’s wrists overhead and pinned them in place so she could lean down to within half an inch of the squirming brunette’s nose. “We both know you’re going to wilt as soon as I really start to work your trunks, little bird.” she murmured. “I won’t even have to tweak your tits even once… but that doesn’t mean I won’t.”
Elise leaned in close, pressed her cheek to Lenore’s and pushed her head to one side so she could liiiiiiiiiick the Raven from chin to temple. “The Headmistress made you beg in private. It’s only fitting that her daughter makes you beg in front of the whole world!”
Trapping Lemarchand’s wrists one atop the other, Winterrest held them in place with her left hand, then reached down with her right and clamped down on her nemesis’ defenseless undercarriage!
“Rrrrrrggggggghhhhh F*CK yoooooooooouuuuuu!” Lenore hissed in pitiable anguish as Elise interspersed her clawing with occasional strikes and scrubs from her shiny bracelet.
“Surrender, little bird.” Elise purred in the midst of this, ahem, underhanded punishment. “Concede our Humiliation Game to me and perhaps, perhaps I’ll leave you just enough fighting spirit to threaten the Brewster’s and Singh’s of this world.” She shifted from clawing to raking, the domineering battler making a point to scrape her nails along her nemesis’ inner thighs. “Resist and I’ll end your career. You may leave on your feet, but you’ll do it with your head bowed and tears streaming down your--”
“Kiss. My. Ass.” Lenore interrupted through teeth that wouldn’t quite unclench. “Your hag of a mother couldn’t break me and she was three times the wrestler you OOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAWWWD!”
An irate Elise slipped her hand into the left leg-hole of her prey’s purple briefs and resumed her mauling with hateful, white-knuckled ferocity. “ASK HER!” Winterrest shrieked to Carpenter without taking her eyes from Lemarchand. “ASK HER IF SHE’S READY TO BEGGRRRHHH!”
Lenore lifted her head off the canvas and sank her teeth into Elise’s neck a few inches below her right ear! Miss Murder keened to high heaven, then got a little louder when the Fair & Radiant Maiden slipped one leg free of the Grapevine and jabbed a stubby Kneelift into her crotch!
“Get the f*ck offa me.” Lemarchand growled as she fought to squirm free of the other brunette’s weight. “I said get off before I crush your filthy junKOOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Elise interrupted the threat with a Kneelift of her own, the low blow making Lenore shudder from head to toe. Unfortunately, in her ardor to make the Courtier suffer, Winterrest struck with her injured left knee and the resultant jolt sent her tumbling away from Lemarchand with that leg drawn tight to her chest.
As for Lenore she flopped onto her tummy with both hands between her thighs, the brunette’s haughty features twisted into an ugly grimace of nauseated agony. That meant Al Carpenter was the last one standing, not that the circumstances pleased him in the slightest. Positioned between his charges, the lanky official glanced back and forth for signs of obvious stirring but noted nothing that inspired any confidence. To that end he gave the brunettes another five seconds before initiating the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Winterrest sat up, scooted into the ropes and hooked onto the middle strand to aid in an arduous return to verticality. Elsewhere, Lenore braced on her forehead and palms, the Fair & Radiant Maiden clearly still suffering in the aftermath of Elise’s prolonged trunk-work. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TE--”
Both wrestlers made it to boot-leather and though far from steady, they maintained their balance. Rubbing her right bracelet with her left thumb, Miss Murder grunted, “I’ll make you quit yet, little bird. You’ll scream like a fledging tumbled from it’s--”
“Then do it, mama’s girl.” Lenore challenged. “Get over here and prove to me that you’re something more than the bargain brand Headmistress.”
Elise took a deep breath and let it out slow, her dark eyes flaring with anger and disdain. “Well… since you asked so nicely.”
The Wolf of Winter came for Lenore bad leg and all, Elise closing fast despite the obvious limp. Lemarchand held her ground near center ring, the weary warrior raising both hands to shoulder level for-- Elise lunged forward and fired off a Toe Kick with bad leg only to utter something unprintable when Lenore caught hold of her ank--“OOOOOWWWW!”
Willing to expose her own injuries to punish her nemesis, Elise hunched forward and slashed her nails across the Courtier’s eyes! Lemarchand dropped Elise’s foot and backpedaled as quick as she could, it just wasn’t quick enough to stop the Icy Manipulator from doubling her over with a second Toe Kick, this one a whisper south of her foe’s navel. Catching Lenore in a Front Facelock before she’d finished doubling over, Winterrest kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of the other brunette’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
'MURDEROUS' DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbxdmfrnIgY
Lenore somersaulted through to a bobble-headed seat and could’ve stayed there for quite a while if Elise hadn’t helped herself to a double handful of hair. “Time for one last look at the sky, little bird. One more glorious ascent before the endless fall.”
Winterrest wedged Lemarchand’s head under her left arm, slipped her hands under opposing biceps and secured a firm clasp between Lenore’s shoulders. Murder weapon in hand, Elise dipped both knees and muscled Lenore upside down. She would’ve loved to hold her prey in place as long as possible, unfortunately the bytch’s work on her knee meant Winterrest laid out as soon as she had Lemarchand upended.
MURDER MOST FOUL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFtX0wdLYgI
THWHONK! The Raven’s skull hit the deck full force and she flopped over in an insensate, glassy-eyed starfish that only offered the softest of indignant murmurs when Elise slid forward and sat on her face! “Didn’t even need ‘em!” Winterrest said of the chunky bracelets as she twisted and tweaked Lenore’s nipples in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand pressed her hands to those smothering buttocks and pushed Elise from her perch with a whisper of a heartbeat to spare!
“NO!” the Icy Manipulator shrieked at the top of her lungs. “SHE WAS FINISHED! HELPLESS! RAISE MY HAND YOU INCOMPETANT PIECE OF SHYT!”
“I will if you can win the match, Elise.” Carpenter remained remarkably calm considering the incensed banshee that’d walked him into an empty corner.
“Oh, you will if I win the match?” she asked very softly. “Then I’ll make sure you honor that promise before you help the EMT’s scrape that broken bytch onto a stretcher!”
Winterrest didn’t wait for a reply from the zebra, she’d already returned her attention to the smoldering ruin of Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Did I say you could move, little bird?” Elise stomped on the pit of Lenore’s stomach to stretch her out flat before circling around and dropping to her knees just above the vulnerable brunette’s head. Catching hold of Lemarchand’s wrists, Winterrest pulled her arms overhead so they’d be useless when she dropped her ass on Lenore’s nose for the second time in as many minutes.
“I think not.” Miss Murder waved Carpenter away when he tried to move in for a count. “She’s earned far more than three brief seconds of torment. Isn’t that right, my sweet Raven?”
“MMMRRPPPPGGGHH!” Lenore wriggled from one side to the other but couldn’t dislodge Winterrest, nor could she prevent the other brunette from spilling her breasts from their confinement with a single deft tug!
“Dear me, you didn’t think the worst was over, did you?” Elise inflicted a quick, sharp stereo tweak on her opponent’s buds. “No, no, no. The worst is still to come. Fear not though. I won’t make you wait long.” Waggling her buns to exacerbate Lemarchand’s discomfort, Elise undid her bracelets and held them high so the buzzing FAWNatics could, ahem, come to grips, with what she had in mind. “And now, Lenore Lemarchand. You will belong to me… forever morRWHOOOAAAARRRGGGH!”
The Raven kicked both legs up, hooked them beneath Elise’s biceps and popped her hips to tumble both brunettes forward, Winterrest onto her back and Lenore into a rough seat on her chest! Elise dropped her golden weaponry and sank hateful claws into Lemarchand’s bounty, but the Fair & Radiant Maiden endured this affront long enough to lace her hands into a Double Axehandle that she promptly THWHUMPED against Elise’s crotch!
“BYTCH!” Elise sobbed in incredulous anguish. “WHY WON’T YOU JUST QURRGH! RRRGGHHH AAAAWWW GAWDMMMMRRRRPPPPPPHHHHH!”
Lenore drove two more Hammer Fists into her nemesis’ groin, then slid backward to bury Elise up to the bridge of her nose in a Reverse Face Sit. “Yuuuuhhh… you… you just made… the worst mistake of your career, sweetie.” Lemarchand gasped as she began to clear her head. Winterrest’s hands swatted at her glutes, found no escape there and began swatting the mat instead. Not a show of submission though, she was clearly looking for--
The Raven distracted Elise from her search by hooking her thumbs into that scooped neckline and tugging it down well south of her rival’s breasts! Elise squealed and immediately moved to cover up, so Lemarchand grabbed a wrist in either hand and just pummeled Winterrest’s hands against the canvas for five seconds or more.
“Looks like you dropped something.” Lenore tossed Elise’s hands aside and laid claim to the bracelets the Icy Manipulator had lost during the recent scuffle. “You know I don’t usually go for such ostentatious jewelry, but I do think these would look good on more. Or rather, on you.”
“DOHNYUHEVENTHINKABOWDAAARRRRRHHHHH!”
Lenore Lemarchand didn’t have strong opinions on the supernatural, but she sure as hell exorcised some demons the moment she caught Elise’s nipples in those makeshift pincers!
“Do you think she’s still watching?” the Raven’s voice was contemplative as she twisted and tugged on her nemesis’ nubs. “Or did she turn it off the instant you fumbled these goddamned things?” Thinking back to that miserable evening in England, Lenore pulled up and twisted her wrists in the opposite direction, the Courtier seemingly mesmerized by her wicked work. “I hope she’s still watching. I REALLY want her to see everything to the bitter end. But something tells me she turned it off as soon as she understood you were going to disappoint her yet ag--”
“GEHVUB!” Winterrest pounded the canvas with a flattened palm so there’d be no confusion.
“AYGEHVUBYOOBIDGESOOGEHDOFFAMEEEEE!”
Lenore pulled a little harder, the vengeful Courtier unwilling to relinquish her seat until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
The Raven treated those tits to a final proprietary tweak before she relinquished the pincers and pushed to her feet. Quick to put a boot on the other brunette’s gulping belly, she didn’t offer her wrist to Al Carpenter until she’d snapped Elise’s bracelets onto her own wrists. Allowing herself a deep breath and a vindicated nod of thanks to the roaring crowd, she drew the camera in close with a beckoning finger, then hooked her thumbs together to form the Raven sigil at chest level.
“Thanks for the graduation present.” she said to the Headmistress of Bly Academy. “Don’t you want to ask me what I’ve learned?”
Lemarchand glared across the Atlantic for several more seconds but with no response immediately forthcoming she settled for THUMPING a final ‘forget me not’ stomp into the pit of Elise’s stomach to kick off a vindicated victory lap to all four corners of the squared circle.