Star Spangled Slam 2021: Clara Boone vs. Lenore Lemarchand
May 31, 2021 18:18:57 GMT
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Post by walkindude on May 31, 2021 18:18:57 GMT
Afternoon Friends,
Couple of things to note before we get to the hair pulling, name calling, etc...
1. Here in the States it's Memorial Day, so to any and all members of the armed forces that find themselves reading this, thanks for your service.
2. Of much less consequence, it's also my birthday and the story that follows is effectively a present to myself. I hope you like it as well.
3. Last and least, this marks the beginning of my 17th year writing this stuff. Not sure how I feel, but it's still a lot of fun, so I'll take that as a good sign.
Anyhoo, this piece marks the first full length appearance of a character I've been mulling for a couple years but have never pulled the trigger on bringing into FAWN proper. I enjoyed her efforts in this outing and am of the mind that there are some good matches for her to be made in Orlando, were she ever to venture south. If you'd be interested in seeing more of her down the line, please be so kind as to let me know.
That's enough out of me. Have a good one.
~RF
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A few days ago, somewhere that isn’t the FAWN Arena…
“Good grief.” Kent Allard muttered in obvious irritation as he looked at the newest notification on his phone. “That’s five messages now, all from the front office. Harley Jo’s going to be pissed when we tell her this place isn’t the dead spot it apparently used to be.”
Stretched out on a lounge chair beside the perturbed archivist, Lenore Lemarchand looked up from her paperback (a battered collection of John Langan short stories) and asked, “No one we know, right?”
“Well, I know practically everyone, but if you’re asking if it’s someone I’d break our ‘don’t freaking call us for two weeks’ rule, the answer is no. Mostly assistants to Bethany, Anci and the like. They probably want me to check out some tape library or you to make an appearance at a comic shop, exactly what we didn’t want to do on this trip.”
“Amen to that.” Lenore agreed. “But you might want to try a little more schmoozing at the next party, hun. You’re getting the assistants, I’ve ignored calls from Anciline and Bethany both--and there’s another one now.” She sighed, closed the book and reached for her phone, thumb instinctively moving the bright red ‘decline call’ button. “Oh, this is interesting.”
“Sydney? Someone else from the Hellhole?” Allard’s voice was suddenly tinged with concern, wondering if they’d been ignoring calls about a non-work emergency.
“Not quite.” Lenore flipped the phone around to display the name on the screen: Edward Wayne Thomas.
“Crap. I guess you’d better ans--”
Lemarchand tapped two buttons in rapid succession, then positioned the phone between them. “Always good to hear from you Eddie, but I’m afraid you’re in clear violation of our ‘Do Not Disturb’ rule. Two weeks, remember?”
“I know, I know, I know!” replied the FAWN owner’s voice from several states away. “Honestly I’m only calling because Bethany wouldn’t leave me alone until I promised to at least present the offer.”
“Is it really an ‘offer’ or am I being ‘voluntold’?” Lenore asked.
“Entirely voluntary. We’re having this conversation strictly due to your current location. You are in Tennessee, yes? Razorback something or other?”
“Razorback Holler, yes.” Kent filled in. “Hi Eddie, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey Kent. Anyhoo, ABC is running their Star Spangled Slam show this Monday and we’d offered up Adriana to face Clara Boone in the Main Event.”
“Makes sense to me.” Lenore noted. “Those two on a flier was probably more than enough to sell the show out.”
“Indeed it was! Unfortunately we got word yesterday morning that Addy twisted her knee during a workout. Doc says she’ll only need a couple weeks rest, but it means she’s not available for the match with Boone.”
“And I’m close enough that Bethany wouldn’t have to spring for another plane ticket, is that right?” Lenore snorted.
“Got it in one. The show’s running in Kingsport, if I’ve done the math right it’s no more than a few hours drive from where you’re holed up.”
“And I’m sure it’s a lovely drive. But I’m not hearing much incentive for taking a match against a woman where I’m guaranteed to get booed out of the building. Christ, Eddie, Clara Boone practically built Appalachian Battle Cats by herself, she’s untouchable around here!”
“Gosh Lenore, sounds like you might be the tiniest bit intimidated by the Honky Tonk Angel.”
Thomas was grinning, Kent and Lenore just knew it.
“Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that if you want to successfully interrupt this vaca--”
“You’re halfway through two weeks, right? What if I made it four? That would mean you’re not due back in Orlando ‘til the back half of June.”
Lenore and Kent exchanged a look. “Four weeks off without an injury or some whirlwind promotional schedule was almost unheard of in FAWN.”
“If I say yes,” Lemarchand said after a brief pause, “I want a promise, Eddie.”
“Name it.”
“You and the rest of the front office loses our numbers until we’re back in Florida.”
“Done. If that’s a yes, the last thing you’ll get from me is directions and pertinent times.”
“What’s the gimmick for the match, Eddie?” Kent asked. “ABC loves to headline their big shows with gimmick bouts, if I’m remembering correctly.”
“You do. Admittedly this one will fall under the ol’ ‘card subject to change’ rule, but Boone vs. Papadopoulos was advertised as a ‘Battle of the Juggernauts’ Smother Knock-Out Challenge.”
“And you’re calling me?” Lenore scoffed. “Why not Pandora? She’s infinitely more qualified than I am in that particular ar--”
“Pandy’s on a tour of the California beach scene, otherwise I would’ve called her first.” Thomas explained. “And you’re getting hung up on the ‘J’ word, Raven. Smother Knock-Out Challenge is well within your wheelhouse, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
Lenore rolled her eyes. “ABC’s already printed out the ‘T&A Challenge’ fliers, haven’t they, Eddie?”
“Give them a little more credit than that, Lenore. The wording is T versus A Challenge.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden sighed, rolled her eyes again. To Kent, she asked, “What do you think?”
“Up to you. Clara’s formidable and you’d be deep in hostile territory, but when has that ever stopped you before?”
Lenore nodded, sighed again and looked out into the deep woods that started barely ten yards from where they sat. “The card’s on Memorial Day proper?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’ll need my gear overnighted.”
“You want it at the local post office or to your doorstep?”
“Make it the post office, I’m not sure I trust a delivery guy to reach this place.”
“You got it. Anything else?”
“Written confirmation of that two week extension.” Lenore replied. “I don’t need Bethany blowing up my phone again when we’re not back in Orlando next week.”
“You have my word that the rest of your vacation, save Memorial Day, will pass in the utmost peace and solitude. I just request you be at your smirking, chiding best for Star Spangled Slam. Because if you’re not it could make a very dispiriting midpoint for your vacation.”
“Don’t worry about me, Eddie.” Lemarchand was smiling now. “I’ll give Clara and the locals a real taste of FAWN. They’ll love it, even if they’re booing me out of the building.”
“That’s what I love to hear! Thanks Lenore, I owe you one. You too, Kent. I’ll send details along as soon as I hang up. And your gear should hit the post office no later than noon tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome, Eddie. Don’t bother calling for updates, just watch the ABC Twitter feed on Monday night. I’m sure it’ll be quite interesting.”
“You know I will. Peace out, guys.”
Lenore hung up, treated herself to a long stretch, then settled down on the lounge chair again. Eyes closed against the early afternoon sun, she asked, “Think you can access the archive from here?”
“I carry a mobile hotspot in case of emergencies, that should do the trick. You want a Clara Boone play-list?”
“Yes please. But not right now. Right now I want to nap in the sun.
“You’ll hear no complaint from me.” Allard leaned over, gave her a kiss, then grabbed one of his beat-to-shyt notebooks and settled back in the chair beside the Raven.
Moments later she was asleep and he was scribbling a list of matches that could prove invaluable reference for the uphill battle ahead.
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Memorial Day, Appalachian Battle Cats presents Star Spangled Slam…
The capacity crowd was in rolling good spirits when longtime Announcer John Bloom stepped into the spotlight and hailed everyone with a raised hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, on the behalf of everyone here at Appalachian Battle Cats, we hope you’ve enjoyed the fifteenth annual Star Spangled Slam. It’s been a fantastic night of action but we’re not done quite yet.” Bloom paused for a moment as the fans cheered a little louder. “As I’m sure ya’ll are aware, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is a Special Attraction of the oxygen depriving variety, a Smother Knockout Challenge, in particular! The only way to win is for one wrestler to smother her opponent to submission or a referee’s stoppage. Everyone following along so far?”
The answering roar suggested that they were.
“Well all right then. Introducing first, hailing from Carthage Tennessee, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds. Please welcome the Honky Tonk Angel, CLARA BOONE!”
CLARA BOONE:
Welcome her they did, the ABC regulars on their feet as the speakers kicked into the opening riff of Jason Aldean’s ‘She’s Country’. The woman in question burst through the curtain immediately thereafter, Clara sweeping her hands overhead to coax even more noise from the already cacophonous crowd.
“You can do better!” she called over the din. “C’mon ya’ll, rattle the windows!”
Satisfied with their response, the curvy brunette stunner bolstered their efforts by unzipping her gray Browning hoodie and flinging it aside. Doing so left her clad in camouflage trunks done in shades of pink, black and white, a clingy white tank-top (through which a matching sports bra was vaguely visible) matte black pads at knee and elbow and battered snakeskin wrestling boots. Taking a moment to fluff her hair in acknowledgement of the resultant whistles and cheers, Boone started down the aisle with her arms stretched out to each side.
Stomping up the steps once she’d made a quick lap around the squared circle, Clara took up residence in the center of the ring and grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands. A single tug bared a few inches of smooth tummy and probably would’ve resulted in a slew of noise complaints if the armory’s construction hadn’t been so solid. But Boone didn’t actually remove the garment then and there, instead she pulled it down and smoothed it out. “All in due time.” she told the crowd with a sly wink. “No need to unsheathe the heavy artillery just yet.” Still smiling, she headed to the far corner and settled in to await the opposition.
Bloom had the good sense to wait for the fans to settle a bit before he raised the microphone again. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan by way of FAWN, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. She is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Armory and a good number of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ making its presence felt even in the heart of ABC country. Galvanized by the presence of the visiting wrestler, the crowd bellowed all the louder when the Stately Harbinger of Doom brushed through the curtain a few seconds later. Noting the mostly hostile response with nothing more than a slightly arched eyebrow, Lenore hooked both thumbs together to raise her own Raven, only to turn her back to the crowd and swing her hips once, twice, thrice before throwing the sigil overhead. Casting a look over one shoulder in conjunction with this cheeky show of defiance, Lemarchand blew a kiss to Clara, then swung around on her heel and started toward the ring.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first appearance at Apalachian Battle Cats, Lenore sported her preferred 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.
Always intrigued to test her mettle in a new game of wits, wiles and wills, Lemarchand strode up the steps and cleared the top rope in an effortless leap. Strolling to the middle of the ring with her gaze trained on Clara, Lenore hooked her thumbs and hoisted the Raven again. Boone smirked, tapped a finger to her ear to note the boos. “Don’t think they like you very much, cutie.” Lenore dropped the sigil so the ref could inspect her pads and boots, but she made no effort to take her eyes off the Jukebox Juggernaut. “They’re gonna like me even less here in a bit.” she promised the local star. “But I bet they’ll like me a whole lot more when the match is over.” Clara snorted, shooed her away and Lenore did as bade, though she made sure to ‘snap’ her briefs against her glutes as she did so.
Honed in on her visiting adversary despite the cacophonous roar of the close-packed crowd, Clara Boone strode off the buckles as soon as the bell CLANGED and was pleased to see the Raven do the same. The ABC fans bellowed for an immediate lock-up (or rather, an immediate show of force from the Honky Tonk Angel) but the brunette veteran only raised her hands to shoulder level and began to circle. “Funny how life comes at ya sometimes, isn’t it?” Boone asked the FAWN star over the rousing clamor. “Two days ago I heard Adrianna couldn’t work this match and I felt about as low as a person can get. Then yesterday I heard Eddie Thomas wasn’t just sending a replacement, he was sending YOU.”
Lenore arched an eyebrow at Clara’s emphasis on the last word. “He didn’t send me anywhere, I happened to be on vacation about two hours south of here. It was supposed to be a quiet week, no phone calls, no texts, no FAWN. But Thomas hates to let the fans down. And--”
“And he offered a whole lotta zeroes for you to come visit little ol’ me?” Boone chided. “I’m flattered, Raven. Especially considering your obvious handicap,” Clara took an aggressive step forward, the house favorite brazenly forcing her heavy curves against Lemarchand’s more modest assets, “in the rules laid out by the original contest.”
Lenore had sensed the encroachment coming half a second before it happened, thus she managed to plant her feet so that Boone couldn’t knock her backward. Chesting up against the other brunette even as the crowd proceeded to lose its mind, Lemarchand replied, “You’re right sweetie, I can’t match Addy when it comes to the contents of a tank-top, which is why it was so kind of you to pit those,” she flicked a glance at Boone’s girls, “against this.” Lenore spun on her heel and thumped the slim-strong curve of her glutes into the pit of her opponent’s stomach!
Clara must’ve anticipated such a response because she didn’t cede a step either, though the grimace that crossed her face told the Raven she’d felt the blow. “Think nothing of it, cutie.” Boone murmured once Lenore’s eyes were on her again. “The Bear Hugs might not be as interesting with you in the ring, but these fine folks have never turned down a chance to see my T’s whoop a brat’s narrow A. And yours is as narrow as any I’ve ever seen!”
“Plenty wide enough to fit that pretty face.” Lenore went to ‘boop’ Clara’s nose and got her hand swatted away, much to the delight of those assembled. “But I might be persuaded to keep your mouth uncovered so you can beg ofFFGGHHHH!”
Boone hit her opponent with a second chest smash and Lemarchand took it full force, the startled Courtier knocked back three or four paces by Clara’s breasts. “Keep that attitude comin’, skinny girl.” Clara teased. “I can’t wait to hear it change as you spend more and more time beneath my RRRGGHHH!”
Lenore darted in close and CRAAACKED Boone’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that very deliberately landed *just* above the scooped neckline of her plain white tank-top! “Next one’s coming for your tits.” Lemarchand promised. “Just as soon as you’ve got the guts to take off your tacky-bytch armNNNHHHHH!”
Clara shut Lemarchand’s mouth with a slap delivered smartly thereto, then threw herself at the visitor in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that she promptly personalized by wedging one hand against the point of Lenore’s chin. The Fair & Radiant Maiden did the same, cranking Boone’s head back at an awkward angle as stomped and scuffed around the squared circle. Each wrestler forced her opponent’s back into the ropes on multiple occasions, but she always twisted away from it before the referee could call for a break. They continued in this fashion until Clara stuffed the bendy-back into one corner and barreled forward in a series of truncated Avalanche Splashes that had Lemarchand huffing under her weight.
“What’s wrong, birdy?” she teased. “Too much woman for youRRRGGGHHH!”
More than willing to make Boone pay a high price for the imposition, Lemarchand filled her hands with the other brunette’s hair and yanked her head to all four points on the compass several times over! “Maybe a little too much mouth on you, sweetie.” Lenore smirked as she tried to wrench Clara’s neck at angles never intended by the human anatomy. “But too much woman? HardGRRRRHHHH!”
Boone snatched a retaliatory double handful of dark locks and tried to pop Lemarchand’s head off her shoulders! “You got a lot of nerve talking about the mouth on anyone, skinny.” Clara ground closer still, the homegrown favorite seeking to stifle Lenore’s resistance with simple tummy-on-tummy domination. “Good thing I know how to shut you up for OH BYTCHHHMMMRRRPPHH!”
Showing teeth in an expression that was equal parts snarl and smile, Lenore pulled Clara’s hair that much harder, then earned a loud ‘Oooohhhhh!’ from the crowd when she yanked Boone’s face down and treated it to a brisk but enthusiastic scrub against her pert bust! “Why don’t YOU shut up, sweetie?” Lemarchand teased as she laced her hands against the back of Boone’s skull to keep her nose snug to the FAWN grappler’s sternum. “Or maybe you’ve already had enoOOOOFFFHHH!”
Clara smashed a Broadside Kneelift into the Raven’s tummy to break the smother, followed it with two more simply because she could. Straightening up with a growl that transformed into a grin, Boone whirled around on her heel, took hold of the top rope to either side of her adversary and THUMPED her tush into the other brunette’s abdomen! “Gotta hand it to ya, cutie.” Clara spoke to Lemarchand from over one shoulder as she continued to swish her hips back & forth. “Takes a helluva lotta guts to strut in here and put those damned mosquito bites in my face,” Boone pulled her hips forward and thrust ‘em back to drive Lenore’s butt onto the middle turnbuckle with a another Hip Smash, “especially when you know I outclass you on both frontSEEERRHH OOOOWWW!”
Lemarchand couldn’t batter her way out of the buckles so instead she reached over Clara’s arms and laid claim to a double handful of Boone’s rack! The tops bikini and tank provided a modicum of protection, yet it couldn’t have been much because the Honky Tonk Angel groaned aloud when Lenore slammed her boobs together three times in rapid succession. “Not doing you much good right now, are they baby?” Lenore cooed in the other brunette’s left ear. “What do you want to bet a week’s bar tab these people all lose their shyt once I start batting these things arouHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Clara snapped her head sideways to catch Lemarchand in the cheek with a Headbutt that made the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s eyes water. Hooking her right arm beneath Lenore’s left armpit the instant she turned around, Boone flattened her left hand into a paddle and swatted the Raven’s mug a few times before she took Lemarchand’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger for a rude fish-face. “I’m gonna love throwing you around this ring, cutie.” No pause for an answer, Boone simply stormed away from the buckles and hurled Lenore halfway across the ring with a thunderous Biel Toss!
“SHE WALKED IN HERE LOOKIN’ FOR A FIGHT!” Clara barked to the crowd as a wincing Lemarchand sat up and rolled to her hands and knees. “SO HOW ‘BOUT I GIVE HER ONE?!”
Those gathered for the occasion thought this a stellar idea and they opined so quite loudly when Boone grabbed the hem of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it over her head to reveal the pink, black and white camouflage bikini top underneath. Clara whirled it overhead for good measure, then balled the garment up and hurled it in Lenore’s face when she rose to her knees!
Lenore snatched it away, bounced to her feet and went to toss it over one shoulder before deciding on a different plan. Eyes locked on Boone, Lemarchand raised her free hand overhead and made an exaggerated show of wiping the wadded top up and down the length of her armpit. Smiling as the crowd greeted such disrespect with a mixture of ‘oooohhs’ and jeers, Lenore switched hands so she could get her other armpit, then earned an even louder reaction when she scrubbed the shorn garment across her glutes!
“This is yours, right?” The Courtier held it out one-handed and dropped it to the mat. She waited a beat before kicking it aside. “I freshened it up for you.”
Clara nodded, apparently pleased by the other brunette’s display of sass. “You’re talking pretty tough right now, cutie.” Boone said with a sly smile. “Think you’ll feel the same after I’ve freshened you up?” To that end she took a step forward and raised her right hand overhead in a challenge that was as silent as it was brazen.
Lemarchand didn’t hesitate for an instant, she closed on the ABC star and ‘smecked’ her left palm against Clara’s right. “Hope you’re more than just a heavy rack, Boone.” Lenore chided as she raised her other hand. “Otherwise this’ll be more exhibition than contUUGHH!”
Clara finished the Test of Strength and immediately slammed her chest against the Raven’s! In the same instant she yanked their knotted hands down to shoulder level, an important tactical decision in that it forced that much more chest-to-chest contact between the brunettes. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for, skinny.” Boone cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Not too many members of the itty bitty titty committee that have the guts to get this close to nnnngggghhh!”
Lemarchand gouged her chin into the side of Clara’s neck, a painful distraction that allowed the Raven a proper retort. “Tits up is your signature look, isn’t it? Can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about from atop your noseERRRHHH!”
Clara took their hands from three and nine to six o’clock, the Test of Strength transformed into a high stakes game of Mercy that put painful strain on Lemarchand’s wrists. “Only place that bony ass is going up between your shoulders.” the curvy powerhouse countered as she forced Lenore up on tiptoe. “Just don’t know if I’m gonna kick it into place… or spank HHHRRRRHH!”
Lenore startled Boone with a chest smash of her own and used the resultant weight shift to force their hands high overhead. Up on tiptoe just like that, the Fair & Radiant Maiden leaned forward and down to make Clara bear the bulk of her weight. “I don’t need a paddle to spank you, sweet cheeks.” Lenore taunted the grimacing grappler. “Hearing your fans cheer when you take a knee is just as good as putting your ass over my knNGH!”
Clara knocked her opponent off balance and kept the pressure steady, thus ensuring that the rivals were once again nose to nose, and more importantly, chest to chest. “Oh cutie, I’m gonna keep your eyes clear so I can watch the panic take hold when you start to go under. And after you’re out I’ll give that bony ass the paddling it so richly deser--”
Lenore ground forward, the abrupt pressure of it forcing Clara to silence while she held her ground. “Better hope you do win, baby. Because if you end up under my ass I’m going to own your tits like no one in ABC has ever imaginHHHUURRRGGGGHHH!”
Boone hit her foe with another sawed off Avalanche, then followed it with a Headbutt to the bridge of the FAWN star’s nose. Prizing her hands free of Lenore’s, Clara wrapped her arms around opposing waist and drew her into a rib-crushing Bear Hug! Hands knotted against the small of Lemarchand’s back, Boone hoisted her up on tiptoe and followed with several seconds of rag-doll shaking. “Think you forgot where you are for a moment, skinny girl!” Clara exclaimed as a pinch-faced Lenore pushed and clawed at her crushing biceps. “This is MY joint and that means I OWN YOU!”
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM
The ABC Faithful agreed that this was the case and cheered their heroine even more raucously, their volume growing exponentially as Boone jumped and jounced to make the Bear Hug all the more torturous. “Feel that strain, cutie?” Boone asked once she’d settled into a steady grinding constriction. “How hard it is to draw a breath when I’ve got you snuggled in so close? Now try to imagine how much worse it’ll be when I’ve got these arms wrapped around your knobbly little heaDNNNGGGHHH!”
Finding no escape hatch in her current efforts, Lemarchand stretched her arms out in a capital ‘T’ shape and immediately CLAPPED both hands to the Jukebox Juggernaut’s ears! The Bell Ringer loosened the Hug without breaking it, so Lenore clasped her hands behind her rival’s ears and forced her facedown into another burbling confrontation with her battle-warmed décolletage. “I don’t know if you can hear them over the sound of your own squealing.” Emily’s Lady in Waiting grunted as she tried to flatten the other brunette’s nose against her sternum. “But they cheer a little louder every time I make your face disappear. Makes me think they’ll blow the roof off this place once the smothering starts in earnUUURRRRRK!”
Lemarchand had titled her head to rest a cheek atop the crown of Boone’s skull, a usually sound choice that proved costly when Clara popped up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees! The result was an improvised Jawbreaker that popped the Raven’s Front Sleeper wide open while leaving Boone’s Bear Hug firmly intact. Clambering to verticality once she’d managed a deep breath, Clara boosted Lenore off her feet and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward to wrench the other brunette’s lithesome form into a shallow, agonized ‘C’.
“What’s wrong, Lenore? Mosquito bites starting to itch?” Boone did her best to alleviate the issue (or make it infinitely worse) by sliding her coiled arms up Lemarchand’s torso, which in turn meant her larger pair all but overwhelmed the FAWN star’s slim curves. Lenore groaned, tried to go back to Clara’s hair and got squeezed harder for her troubles. Denied that route, she curled her hands into fists and jabbed her elbows into the meat of Boone’s biceps in an effort to fight her way under that crushing coil.
Clara noted this but made no move to stop it. After all, if Lemarchand managed to get her arms beneath the Hug, Clara could give it up and secure a standing Front Sleeper. “I gotta know, do you really think you’ve got a chance to put me out with those?” she rolled her chest against Lenore’s to emphasize the point. “Or are you just trying to piss me off? If you are, congratulations it’s working. But if you actually think those two handfuls of nothing can put me down we need to stop this match right now because you are clearly not sane enough to work in a wrestling riOOOOWWWWWNNNGGHHHH!”
Lenore grabbed the other brunette’s ears, gave ‘em a sharp twist and pulled her into a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Watering Clara’s eyes got Lemarchand’s boots back on the canvas but didn’t free her from the Bear Hug, not only that, her return to terra firma proved short-lived because Boone crouched down and ‘hupped’ the bendy-back skyward for an Inverted Atomic Dr--“OOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
Lenore kicked her legs forward and snapped them shut around Clara’s waist in a cringe-inducing Bodyscissors! Clamping down on Boone’s shoulders so she could put as much pressure on the Scissors as humanly possible, Lemarchand took a few shallow breaths before she answered, “Don’t fret sweetie, I accepted this match because I wanted to sit on your face, not titty-slap it into oblivion. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you disrespect the girls, though. They’re--”
“Those aren’t girls, they’re toddlers.” Clara growled as she fought to overpower the Scissors with her Bear Hug. “Any they have no business in my rinGGGRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Lemarchand slid both hands in from the other brunette’s shoulders to the sides of her neck, the Raven digging in with a white-knuckled fervor that made Boone’s knees shiver. “I go where I please, sweetie.” Lenore explained to her adversary. “And it’s gonna take a lot more than a sassy drawl and a snug tank-top to slow me do--” Boone finally abandoned the Bear Hug so she could clamp down on the Courtier’s wrists, presumably to prize those talons aw--“NNNGGGHHH!” Lemarchand drove a swift Headbutt into her opponent’s chest, then dipped low and stuffed her head between Clara’s left armpit while simultaneously securing a two-armed grip around her waist. In the next instant she dipped her knees and popped her hips in a seemingly effortless bridge that planted the Honky Tonk Angel flat on her back!
The referee started forward only to draw back upon remembering that pins had no place in this particular contest. He would’ve reminded Lenore of this stipulation if the FAWN visitor hadn’t somersaulted over Boone and got to her-- Lemarchand shot skyward as soon as she was vertical, the lithesome brunette drawing both knees to chest level just to THWHUMP the soles of her boots down onto Clara’s chest in a heavy Double Stomp!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhGBnl2RfBg
Clara coughed violently on impact, the shudder racking her frame more than enough to knock Lenore off balance and into an off-kilter Butt Bomb that smashed the other brunette’s stomach! Sidling off her gasping opposition so she could take a seat on Boone’s right flank and slip her legs around that sturdy waist. “HHRRRGGGGHHH!” Clara pounded a fist against the mat when Lemarchand crossed her ankles and sent the first strong constriction through the Bodyscissors! Grimacing as she shook her head ‘no’, Boone snarled, “Not bad, skinny. But this doesn’t qualify as T or A-RRRHHHH!”
Lenore ‘slapped’ a hand down atop her own right thigh to emphasize the next crushing constriction. “Oh, these aren’t here to make you submit, honey. I just wanted to repay that Bear Hug… and squeeze out all that sassOOOOOWWWW!”
Not about to be silenced by the mouthy interloper, Clara sat up as best she could and draaaaaaaaagged her nails down Lenore’s thigh several times before switching over to a series of furious Hammer Fists. Aware that mere words wouldn’t stop someone like Clara Boone, Lemarchand snatched one of the other wrestler’s wrists in her right hand, then flicked a quick Bytch Slap across Clara’s cheek. “Keep off my legs or it’s open season on your rack, Clara.” Lenore growled at the furious powerhouse. “That’s not a threat, that’s a promRRRRGGGGHH!”
Scissors be damned, Boone delivered a quick overhand Slap to Lemarchand’s chest, then piled on with a groping two-handed Claw! “Tell ya somethin’ right now, cutie.” Clara found energy to smile in spite of the nauseating Scissors. “You can try all you like but you’ll never squeeze harder than MEEHHUURRRRGGHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden eased her grip just enough to slide the Bodyscissors up into position beneath her rival’s hulking assets. Not only did this force Boone to lay down almost flat, it pushed her breasts up in such a way that made it even easier for Lenore to fill her hands with that straining bounty! “So these are what’s going to put me to sleep?” Lemarchand jostled her grip, then twisted her wrists in opposite directions. “Feels like I’m gonna crush ‘em instead. Either with my legs, my claws, or my ass, right before it settles on your perky little noseeeeerrrrrrrrrrhhhhh…stop that right now, Boone.”
Clara, who’d narrowed her focus to a tawdry (albeit crowd-approved) pincer on her opponent’s nubs, gave the grip another sharp twist. “The hell I will.” Boone grunted. “This is the only part of you worth pinnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh…bytch, you let go, if you know what’s good for you.”
Lenore dug in with her nails, then got Clara back tit for ummh, well, tat, with her own bit of callous pinching. “Not nice, is it, hun?” the Raven growled. “You gonna let go or do I have to…” she trailed off and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors while maintaining steady torque on her foe’s nubs.
Boone groaned aloud, smacked one booted heel against the mat, then relinquished the pincer in favor of a huge handful of hair and several sharp, clapping SLAPS to the side of her opponent’s face! Lenore tried to turn away from the blows but Clara’s hair-hold made it impossible so she gave her grip a final violent twist before she snatched hold of Boone’s slappin’ wrist and squirmed those crushing Scissors up and over her foe’s chest! “Where were you gonna put these?” Lemarchand asked of the pain-wracked brunette. “You weren’t gonna smother me, right? Because I think these are right where they bel--”
Boone let go of Lenore’s hair and went for the center of her trunks to break the Scissors with a single strong “UUUUGGGGHHHH!” Lenore bore down harder than ever, the muscles in her legs shredding into shadowy definition beneath the warm glow of the overhead lights.
Catching hold of Clara’s wrist before it could reach its intended destination, Lemarchand said, “The time for politeness has passed, I see. Fine, let’s give these people what they came for.” A final squeeze forced a little more air from Boone’s lungs and gave the Courtier enough time to transition from Scissors to Schoolgirl, Lenore snugging the fork of her crotch against the point of Clara’s chin even as she fit her thighs to the line of the other brunette’s jaw.
“BYTCH!” Clara tried to wrest her wrists free of Lemarchand’s grip but those efforts came to naught when the aggressor beat her hands against the mat once, twice, three times.
Lenore grinned, blew the Jukebox Juggernaut a quick kiss. “Deep breath, sweetie.” Just like that she slid forward and brought her knees together, the Fair & Radiant Maiden using her stems and undercarriage in concert to smother the fight from her curvaceous adversary. “Ask her.” Lenore said after riding out the first ten or so seconds of Boone’s enthusiastic thrashing.
Already close to the action, the zebra dropped to one knee. “What do you say, Clar? Had enou--”
“NNNNNHHHHHH!” came the emphatic, albeit muffled response. “FUHG NNNNNHHHHHH!”
“She says no.” he confirmed to the Raven.
“Thanks for the translation.” she replied dryly.
Drawing her knees a little closer, Emily’s Lady in Waiting bounced in place, then swished her hips back & forth atop her protesting seat. “Don’t go far, something tells me Clara likes dancing on bars more than playing a stoolhhhhrrrrggggghhh--don’t think so, sweet cheeks!”
Boone had found no success bucking Lemarchand off, so she whipped her legs up and threaded them around the bendy-back’s waist. The resultant squeeze was no joke and would’ve wrenched Lenore out of the mount if she hadn’t cinched her arms around Clara’s calves and leaned forward to turn the Front Face Sit into a domineering Matchbook. Forehead only inches from the canvas, Lenore turned her head to the side and barked, “Shoulders down, ass up, I got you, baby! SubWHOAHHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Clara pushed up and slid out from under the other brunette to finish up mounted on her hands with both legs wrapped tight around Lemarchand’s waist! Sucking in deep breaths even as she put her gams to work crushing her opponent’s ribs, Boone tipped a knowing wink to the fans when one of ‘em cheered, ‘ROUGH HER UP, THEN SHUT HER UP, CLARA! SHE DESERVES IT!’
“Hear that, skinny?” Clara put more power into her retaliatory Scissors and was gratified to hear / feel the FAWN star groan in pain. “That snotty reputation proceeds you even up--” Boone grit her teeth and scowled when Lemarchand crooked both hands into talons and dug them deep into the meat of her foe’s thighs. “Not bad.” she admitted over the cheers of the assembled. “Is this how you do it?”
Lenore didn’t get a chance to comment on Clara’s technique because she was too busy hissing her displeasure over the wedgie Boone inflicted upon her defenseless briefs! “Yuuuhhh… you’re doing it all wrong.” the Courtier said through clenched teeth. “Here, let me--” Lemarchand abandoned the Thigh Claw and snatched a double handful of camo waistband for a retaliatory wedgie that earned an audible curse from the Jukebox Juggernaut. “Hear how loud you squealed when I started to pull? That’s all in the wrists, try for a sharp, sawing motion that UUGGHH!”
Clara ended the wedgie war by balling that hand into a fist and SLAMMING it home above Lemarchand’s left hip! Another violent squeeze meant Lenore couldn’t do anything more than wheeze and clutch her ribs while Boone disengaged and clambered to boot-leather. Ignoring her distended bottoms for the moment, she filled her hands with the Raven’s hair and yanked her to all fours so she could draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Putting quite a bit more pressure on the Scissors than was strictly necessary, Clara raised both hands over her head to beckon some more noise from the ABC faithful. Once they obliged her she brought the boom down on Lenore’s butt with a stinging stereo swat that CRAAACKED through the confined space!
“THIS is gonna stop me?” Boone jostled Lemarchand’s glutes to the delight of everyone save Lemarchand herself. “This narrow thing ain’t ever gonna stop me!” Another double slap capped this proclamation and ensured a fresh pair of palm prints on Lenore’s rump when Clara looped her arms around the other brunette’s waist and muscled her into a seat atop Boone’s shoulders. The glassy-eyed FAWN visitor tried to lace her hands behind Clara’s head, alas these efforts were doomed to failure when the Honky Tonk Angel went up on tiptoe and THAWHAMMED her burden onto the canvas with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUQzvpysW-Q
The ring-shivering throw left Lenore folded in half Matchbook style and in a standard contest Boone would’ve trapped her in the Alligator Clutch on the spot, but a submissions only affair meant she shoved the Fair & Radiant Maiden onto her hands and knees, then circled around behind and hauled her upright via a handful of shoulder-straps. Sparing a glance over one shoulder to confirm her placement within the squared circle, Boone slipped her head beneath Lenore’s right arm while hooking her left arm across the back of the Raven’s neck and bracing her left hand against the other wrestler’s right thigh. From there she crouched deep and popped up to sling Lemarchand onto and then over her shoulder, the Black Courtier tumbling into a facedown freefall that dropped her to the canvas full-force!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
Lenore somersaulted through the impact to come up on her butt within scrambling distance of the nearest corner, a sanctuary she reached in the span of heartbeats. Hooking an arm over the bottom rope to ensure she’d have at least a few seconds to gather her reserves, the purple-clad battler took a few deep breaths-- the patter of approaching boots drew her attention too late for Lenore to do anything but brace for the running Hip Attack Clara THWHUMPED offa her face! “Do me a favor, would ya skinny?” Boone was all smiles as she grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. “Fix my wedgie, since you’re back there!” Still beaming she doubled over and thrust her rump backward while working her hips in taut little figure eights! “What’cha want, Ed?” Clara asked the ref after he strolled up several seconds later. “You wanna know if she’s quit? Or you just want a better view?”
TWO FOR ONE SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2iAX6qlDKQ
“Clar, I believe you are the ‘T’ portion of tonight’s equation, which would make this attack ineligible to garner a submission.”
This information didn’t seem to bother Clara in the slightest, if anything she put a bit more ‘oomph’ on the prolonged butt buffing. “You saying I can’t keep her here as long as I want, Ed?”
“I’m saying you’ll have to let her go at four.”
“Better start counting, then.” Ed did and Boone honored the count, though she made a point to drive her rump into Lenore’s mug one more time after breaking the Stink Face. Finally allowing herself a moment snap her distended briefs back into place, Clara took a stroll around the ring to soak in the ABC adulation before returning to Lemarchand’s corner for a big ol’ handful of hair.
“I wanna tell you how much I appreciate you taking this match on short notice.” Boone told Emily’s Lady in Waiting as she hauled her up on wobbly legs. “Gave me a decent fight, even managed to get both scrawny ends in my face for a little bit,” she emphasized this point with a cheeky swat-pinch combo to Lenore’s sullen glutes, “but these people bought a ticket to see me smother a FAWN chick out for the night. You may not be Adrianna… but you’ll do.”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you haven’t done a goddamned thing yetMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Clara turned Lenore’s face into her copious cleavage and laced her right arm across the base of the struggling woman’s neck to grasp her left bicep. “Ooohhh, they always get so cranky when it’s naptime.” Boone purred as she cupped her left hand against the back of Lenore’s skull. “Don’t fight it, cutie. You’ll be out soon enough!”
Lemarchand blatantly ignored this advice in favor of pounding and clawing at her tormentor’s biceps and flanks, though she managed to save some breath by stifling her wails. Neither particularly enthused or worried by Lenore’s countermeasures, Boone set her feet and twisted her hips back n’ forth to add a violent rag-dolling to the already aggressive Front Sleeper!
“Go on, get yourself some!” Clara chided after she brought the shaking to a halt. “Can’t have you heading home complaining about local hospitality, so get all you want!”
Lenore didn’t want a bit of Boone’s bounty, unfortunately she couldn’t twist away from encroaching breasts and every attempt to so resulted in the Jukebox Juggernaut bending her nose against her sternum. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds ticked by with Lemarchand’s hands going from frenetic to flailing to pawing, her latest efforts little more than pawing at Clara’s hips. “Mmmmmhhh, that feels nice.” Clara murmured to Lenore as her foe’s breath continued warm and shallow against her domineering décolletage. “Unfortunately I think you’re just… about… finish--yeah, there we go.” Boone was all smiles when the Raven’s hands dropped loose at her sides. “Baby’s all tucked in now, Ed.” she told the official over the cacophonous crowd noise. “Sing her a lullaby, won’t ya?”
Said lullaby was performed in three verses, the first of which Ed kicked off by taking hold of Lemarchand’s right wrist and raising her hand to shoulder level. He let go and it dropped without incident. “ONE!” the referee confirmed for all in attendance. Clara squeezed a little harder and gave Lenore’s feverish mug another rude scrubbin’ before Ed took possession of her wrist and hoisted it again. He let go and-- the Raven’s other hand shot up to join its mate in catching Boone’s ears between thumb and forefinger for a sharp, eye-watering twist!
“AAAAAGGGHHH BYTCH!” Clara abandoned the Breast Smother in favor of yanking Lenore’s hands away, the removal of which brought immediate relief to her stinging ears. Lemarchand was equally relieved to be free of Clara’s chest, though hers proved far more short-lived when the Honky Tonk Angel slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose. She cried out and turned ‘round in a half circle en route to stumbling away from Boone, not that the Southerner let her get more than a few steps before she grabbed hold of Lenore’s waist and reeled her right back in.
Dipping a shoulder so she could thread that arm between Lemarchand’s legs, Clara hooked her rival around one thigh and across the chin to earn a rousing roar from her fans when she muscled the Fair & Radiant Maiden onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack. “Don’t really see a whole lotta point in torturing your rack, skinny.” Boone chided Lemarchand as she showed her off to all four sides of the arena courtesy of a jouncing, jolting pirouette. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with ya anyway.” Lenore couldn’t muster words so she reached for Clara’s face instead, the trapped brunette searching for a hair-pull or a nose-hook to get out of this--
“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH GAAAAAWD!” Lemarchand shrieked to the rafters as the Honky Tonk Angel put even more torque on her battered back, Clara going so far as to bust out a bit of her favorite line dance routine before she hopped up and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Lenore down spine-first somewhere on the Wrong Side of Memphis.
WRONG SIDE OF MEMPHIS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8UU4JZOSv8
The Raven hit the deck and tumbled toward the ropes in a boneless sprawl though she ran out of momentum well shy of her goal. Even worse, Boone caught hold at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. A chant of ‘JUG-JUG-JUGGERNAUT!’ was already going strong when Clara stood up and made a show of running her hands all over those dangerous curves. Already loud, the capacity crowd grew downright deafening when their heroine ‘flicked’ a double handful of mist down on her flattened adversary.
“Don’t think you’re breathing hard enough just yet.” Boone noted even as she planted a boot on Lenore’s tummy en route to the nearest corner. “I want to feel every last gasp when you snuggle in for the last time, cutie!” To that end she slipped through the ropes and climbed into the high rent district. Casting a long shadow over the vulnerable FAWN’er, Clara stretched her arms wide to ensure the roof was about to come off the place by the time she leapt out into the void and THA-WHAMMED down flush atop Lemarchand’s upraised knees!
Even blocking the Tennessean’s hundred and forty-plus pounds stole oxygen Lenore couldn’t afford to lose, yet it was infinitely worse for Clara, who was already curled up and gagging when she hit the mat a few heartbeats later. Breathing as deep as she could at the moment, Lemarchand looked to her opponent and was distressed to see Boone clambering to her hands and knees. “Huuuuuuhhhh…huuuuhhh… ok sweetie.” Lenore sat up, spun to one knee. “Let’s see who wants this more.”
On her feet a few steps ahead of the other brunette, Emily’s Lady in Waiting pointed her right shoulder at Clara and began to STAMP that foot on the mat in a beat that every wrestling fan recognized. This earned a spirited albeit mixed reaction, not that Lenore was out for cheers or jeers. All she needed was Boone’s attent-- she hopped forward as Clara stood up, the Raven’s long leg shooting straight at her opponent’s NO! Boone was too gut-shot to actually catch the kick so she raised a hasty guard that would’ve blocked it neat as you please if Lemarchand had actually delivered the Super Kick. Instead she feinted, reset her footing and TWHAPPED a pitiless mid-range Super Kick into the pit of her adversary’s stomach! Jerking Boone’s head between her thighs the moment she doubled over (in fact the unexpected strike put the bigger brunette down on one knee) Lenore looped her arms around Clara’s midriff and made a point to gouge her knotted fists into Boone’s belly before she hoisted her upside down and dropped to her butt to SPIKE the crown of Clara’s skull into the deck with a perfect Piledriver!
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCV5eFVRpTc
Clara flopped onto her back in an insensate starfish, a pose that screamed ‘pin me’ in a bout where three counts were worth a damn. Since they weren’t, Lemarchand simply swung a leg over and sat down, the Raven planting her undercarriage atop Boone’s mouth and nose in a simple Front Face Sit! “MMMRHHH!” Clara planted her feet and bridged up at once, the abrupt reaction enough to pitch Lemarchand forward without actually knocking her from the smother.
Catching hold of the other brunette’s wrists when she reached for the FAWN star’s briefs, Lenore pounded Clara’s hands against the mat, then flipped the hair out of her eyes and took a deep, deep breath. “Submit!” she waggled her hips back and forth, scrubbing her rival’s features. “Mumble it nice and loud for the referWHOAH!”
Boone prized her hands free, cupped them against Lemarchand’s rump and shoved her off in conjunction with another forceful bridge. “Snuuuhhhh… sneaky bytch.” Clara gasped in the midst of scrambling to boot-leather. I told you to keep that bony ass out of my faNNNNNGGGHHH!”
A loud CRA-CRAAACK! echoed throughout the cramped space when Lemarchand stepped in and smote her opponent’s tits with a stereo Overhand Slap! Boone cringed and moved to check the damage, meaning her hands were preoccupied when Lenore reached an arm through her legs, slipped the other over one shoulder and scooped her up for a Body Sl-- the Raven cupped a hand over the nape of Clara’s neck and dropped to her butt to DRIVE the Jukebox Juggernaut’s head into the mat with a Michinoku Driver!
MICHINOKU DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1vjRdA7X7s
The ABC fans offered up applause for this show of wiry strength, only to break into a more conflicted response when Lenore scooted forward and sat her tush on the other brunette’s nose! “And I told YOU…” Lemarchand clenched her glutes while simultaneously cranking backward on Boone’s left leg to keep her folded up with a Half Matchbook. “SUBMIT!” The Black Courtier began to sweep back & forth, dragging her center from Clara’s chin to her forehead and back again while occasionally shimmying her hips in snug little circles. “Got you down for a twenty count, sweetie!” Lenore looked up at the lights and ran a hand through her battle-damp hair. “Tap out or you might still be here when they open tomorrow morDAMMIT!”
Clara didn’t power out, rather she twisted to the side to escape the increasingly strong mount. Sucking wind as she struggled to all fours, Boone let out a distressed whine when Lemarchand grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to her knees. “NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Lenore hit the penitent powerhouse with three straight Hip Checks before scrubbing Boone’s cheeks against her own as retribution for earlier shabby treatment in the corner.
Still holding Clara’s hair after that defoliating derriere treatment, Lemarchand dragged the curvaceous battler to verticality and from there she switched over to a Gutwrench around Boone’s strong waist. No denying the cheers now, they audibly outnumbered the boos when Lenore muscled Clara off her feet and spun her around one hundred and eighty degrees for--THWHUNK! Lemarchand dropped to her knees with no preamble at all, the Raven not about to give her opponent an opportunity to reverse the Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VznVaAYwXR8
Resting on her knees above the sprawled ruin of Clara Boone, Lenore started to bring her feet in close only to decide against it. Instead she planted her hands on Clara’s tummy leaned forward so she could stretch her legs in a split that grew even more impressive once she settled into a seat on Boone’s forehead.
“Mmmmmmpppphhhh….mmmffffhh… hhhrrrrmmmmppppp…” Clara’s moan had no semblance of awareness, it could’ve been the sound of any distressed dreamer.
“My A says your T’s are F’ed, baby.” Lenore moved her hands to Boone’s bounty and gave them a possessive press / jiggle. “Couldn’t beat a twenty count earlier, think you can beat this three?”
Boone swayed from side to side, her hands occasionally twitching in some instinctual reaction to the Raven’s challenge. But neither hand or shoulder escaped the canvas until the referee crouched down beside the action and lifted the right high into the air.
Ed waited a beat, let go, then nodded when it tumbled to the mat with a dull thud. “ONE!” he called, the declaration echoed by a good number of those assembled. In professional wrestling, as in life, one was an anomaly and two was a coincidence, as Clara demonstrated when her limp right arm hit the deck for the second time. “TWO!” Yet that still wasn’t enough, so Ed raised her arm once more and held a few tics longer, ostensibly to let Boone regain her senses, though all it really did was give Lenore an opportunity to jostle and shake those upturned jugs. The official let go and the Honky Tonk Angel’s arm hit the mat to an emphatic, “THREE! SHE’S OUT!”
The bell clanged half a dozen times to end the bout, though the Fair & Radiant Maiden didn’t relinquish her seat, not even when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via Reverse Face Sit Knock-Out…. LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Shifting from the split to a more traditional straddle a few seconds later, Lenore tucked her hair behind her ears, then put her hands on her hips. “Tits up, just like I promised, tuff girl.” she told the sullenly somnolent brunette. “That’ll teach you to mouth off about my ‘narrow’ ass.”
‘TAKE HER TOP!’ someone shouted from a few rows back. This was met with jeers initially, but the sentiment soon grew to a chant that echoed through the small space.
Lenore arched an eyebrow, shifted her gaze downward and made a show of teasing the bottom edge of Clara’s camouflaged cups. But rather than strip she squeezed and shook, not so much tormenting as teasing, the bendy-back’s insolent treatment proving that the Juggernaut’s most dangerous weapons were now little more than playthings. “Poor form to take a chick’s top when she can’t defend herself, especially if you’re a guest in her house.” as she began to bat Boone’s breasts back and forth. “Doesn’t mean you can’t treat her shabby, though. Or make sure she knows she’s lost.” Lenore narrowed her focus to Clara’s nipples, the Raven tweaking, then twisting through the straining fabric to secure her favorite victory pose on the defeated brunette.
Ten seconds of slow, steady pressure earned nothing more than a soft moan from her adversary, so Lemarchand broke the grip and planted a theatrical smooch on each bicep before she stood up and set a domineering boot on Clara’s conquered cleavage. A double bicep flex flowed flawlessly into her signature sigil, Lenore making sure to nod her approval when it was returned by a good chunk of the audience.
“Do me a favor, if you’d be so kind.” she asked of the crowd. “When Clara wakes up, tell her I’ll make sure Bethany sends Addy up here as soon as she’s healthy, so you’ll all get the originally advertised Clash of Titans.” She smirked, reached down with both hands and ‘flicked’ her distended trunks back into place. “Butt… if she wants another shot at this, she’s gonna have to come down to Orlando. Fun as it was to smother her out in front of her fans, I’d love to do it again in front of mine. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.”
Certain the message would reach its intended target, Lenore departed Appalachian Battle Cats with a stately bow, then dipped through the ropes and strutted up the ramp. Vacation hadn’t been as quiet as she’d hoped, but it wasn’t over just yet and her victory over the Jukebox Juggernaut ensured lively conversation (and more) for the rest of the trip.
Couple of things to note before we get to the hair pulling, name calling, etc...
1. Here in the States it's Memorial Day, so to any and all members of the armed forces that find themselves reading this, thanks for your service.
2. Of much less consequence, it's also my birthday and the story that follows is effectively a present to myself. I hope you like it as well.
3. Last and least, this marks the beginning of my 17th year writing this stuff. Not sure how I feel, but it's still a lot of fun, so I'll take that as a good sign.
Anyhoo, this piece marks the first full length appearance of a character I've been mulling for a couple years but have never pulled the trigger on bringing into FAWN proper. I enjoyed her efforts in this outing and am of the mind that there are some good matches for her to be made in Orlando, were she ever to venture south. If you'd be interested in seeing more of her down the line, please be so kind as to let me know.
That's enough out of me. Have a good one.
~RF
******
A few days ago, somewhere that isn’t the FAWN Arena…
“Good grief.” Kent Allard muttered in obvious irritation as he looked at the newest notification on his phone. “That’s five messages now, all from the front office. Harley Jo’s going to be pissed when we tell her this place isn’t the dead spot it apparently used to be.”
Stretched out on a lounge chair beside the perturbed archivist, Lenore Lemarchand looked up from her paperback (a battered collection of John Langan short stories) and asked, “No one we know, right?”
“Well, I know practically everyone, but if you’re asking if it’s someone I’d break our ‘don’t freaking call us for two weeks’ rule, the answer is no. Mostly assistants to Bethany, Anci and the like. They probably want me to check out some tape library or you to make an appearance at a comic shop, exactly what we didn’t want to do on this trip.”
“Amen to that.” Lenore agreed. “But you might want to try a little more schmoozing at the next party, hun. You’re getting the assistants, I’ve ignored calls from Anciline and Bethany both--and there’s another one now.” She sighed, closed the book and reached for her phone, thumb instinctively moving the bright red ‘decline call’ button. “Oh, this is interesting.”
“Sydney? Someone else from the Hellhole?” Allard’s voice was suddenly tinged with concern, wondering if they’d been ignoring calls about a non-work emergency.
“Not quite.” Lenore flipped the phone around to display the name on the screen: Edward Wayne Thomas.
“Crap. I guess you’d better ans--”
Lemarchand tapped two buttons in rapid succession, then positioned the phone between them. “Always good to hear from you Eddie, but I’m afraid you’re in clear violation of our ‘Do Not Disturb’ rule. Two weeks, remember?”
“I know, I know, I know!” replied the FAWN owner’s voice from several states away. “Honestly I’m only calling because Bethany wouldn’t leave me alone until I promised to at least present the offer.”
“Is it really an ‘offer’ or am I being ‘voluntold’?” Lenore asked.
“Entirely voluntary. We’re having this conversation strictly due to your current location. You are in Tennessee, yes? Razorback something or other?”
“Razorback Holler, yes.” Kent filled in. “Hi Eddie, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey Kent. Anyhoo, ABC is running their Star Spangled Slam show this Monday and we’d offered up Adriana to face Clara Boone in the Main Event.”
“Makes sense to me.” Lenore noted. “Those two on a flier was probably more than enough to sell the show out.”
“Indeed it was! Unfortunately we got word yesterday morning that Addy twisted her knee during a workout. Doc says she’ll only need a couple weeks rest, but it means she’s not available for the match with Boone.”
“And I’m close enough that Bethany wouldn’t have to spring for another plane ticket, is that right?” Lenore snorted.
“Got it in one. The show’s running in Kingsport, if I’ve done the math right it’s no more than a few hours drive from where you’re holed up.”
“And I’m sure it’s a lovely drive. But I’m not hearing much incentive for taking a match against a woman where I’m guaranteed to get booed out of the building. Christ, Eddie, Clara Boone practically built Appalachian Battle Cats by herself, she’s untouchable around here!”
“Gosh Lenore, sounds like you might be the tiniest bit intimidated by the Honky Tonk Angel.”
Thomas was grinning, Kent and Lenore just knew it.
“Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that if you want to successfully interrupt this vaca--”
“You’re halfway through two weeks, right? What if I made it four? That would mean you’re not due back in Orlando ‘til the back half of June.”
Lenore and Kent exchanged a look. “Four weeks off without an injury or some whirlwind promotional schedule was almost unheard of in FAWN.”
“If I say yes,” Lemarchand said after a brief pause, “I want a promise, Eddie.”
“Name it.”
“You and the rest of the front office loses our numbers until we’re back in Florida.”
“Done. If that’s a yes, the last thing you’ll get from me is directions and pertinent times.”
“What’s the gimmick for the match, Eddie?” Kent asked. “ABC loves to headline their big shows with gimmick bouts, if I’m remembering correctly.”
“You do. Admittedly this one will fall under the ol’ ‘card subject to change’ rule, but Boone vs. Papadopoulos was advertised as a ‘Battle of the Juggernauts’ Smother Knock-Out Challenge.”
“And you’re calling me?” Lenore scoffed. “Why not Pandora? She’s infinitely more qualified than I am in that particular ar--”
“Pandy’s on a tour of the California beach scene, otherwise I would’ve called her first.” Thomas explained. “And you’re getting hung up on the ‘J’ word, Raven. Smother Knock-Out Challenge is well within your wheelhouse, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
Lenore rolled her eyes. “ABC’s already printed out the ‘T&A Challenge’ fliers, haven’t they, Eddie?”
“Give them a little more credit than that, Lenore. The wording is T versus A Challenge.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden sighed, rolled her eyes again. To Kent, she asked, “What do you think?”
“Up to you. Clara’s formidable and you’d be deep in hostile territory, but when has that ever stopped you before?”
Lenore nodded, sighed again and looked out into the deep woods that started barely ten yards from where they sat. “The card’s on Memorial Day proper?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’ll need my gear overnighted.”
“You want it at the local post office or to your doorstep?”
“Make it the post office, I’m not sure I trust a delivery guy to reach this place.”
“You got it. Anything else?”
“Written confirmation of that two week extension.” Lenore replied. “I don’t need Bethany blowing up my phone again when we’re not back in Orlando next week.”
“You have my word that the rest of your vacation, save Memorial Day, will pass in the utmost peace and solitude. I just request you be at your smirking, chiding best for Star Spangled Slam. Because if you’re not it could make a very dispiriting midpoint for your vacation.”
“Don’t worry about me, Eddie.” Lemarchand was smiling now. “I’ll give Clara and the locals a real taste of FAWN. They’ll love it, even if they’re booing me out of the building.”
“That’s what I love to hear! Thanks Lenore, I owe you one. You too, Kent. I’ll send details along as soon as I hang up. And your gear should hit the post office no later than noon tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome, Eddie. Don’t bother calling for updates, just watch the ABC Twitter feed on Monday night. I’m sure it’ll be quite interesting.”
“You know I will. Peace out, guys.”
Lenore hung up, treated herself to a long stretch, then settled down on the lounge chair again. Eyes closed against the early afternoon sun, she asked, “Think you can access the archive from here?”
“I carry a mobile hotspot in case of emergencies, that should do the trick. You want a Clara Boone play-list?”
“Yes please. But not right now. Right now I want to nap in the sun.
“You’ll hear no complaint from me.” Allard leaned over, gave her a kiss, then grabbed one of his beat-to-shyt notebooks and settled back in the chair beside the Raven.
Moments later she was asleep and he was scribbling a list of matches that could prove invaluable reference for the uphill battle ahead.
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Memorial Day, Appalachian Battle Cats presents Star Spangled Slam…
The capacity crowd was in rolling good spirits when longtime Announcer John Bloom stepped into the spotlight and hailed everyone with a raised hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, on the behalf of everyone here at Appalachian Battle Cats, we hope you’ve enjoyed the fifteenth annual Star Spangled Slam. It’s been a fantastic night of action but we’re not done quite yet.” Bloom paused for a moment as the fans cheered a little louder. “As I’m sure ya’ll are aware, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is a Special Attraction of the oxygen depriving variety, a Smother Knockout Challenge, in particular! The only way to win is for one wrestler to smother her opponent to submission or a referee’s stoppage. Everyone following along so far?”
The answering roar suggested that they were.
“Well all right then. Introducing first, hailing from Carthage Tennessee, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds. Please welcome the Honky Tonk Angel, CLARA BOONE!”
CLARA BOONE:
Welcome her they did, the ABC regulars on their feet as the speakers kicked into the opening riff of Jason Aldean’s ‘She’s Country’. The woman in question burst through the curtain immediately thereafter, Clara sweeping her hands overhead to coax even more noise from the already cacophonous crowd.
“You can do better!” she called over the din. “C’mon ya’ll, rattle the windows!”
Satisfied with their response, the curvy brunette stunner bolstered their efforts by unzipping her gray Browning hoodie and flinging it aside. Doing so left her clad in camouflage trunks done in shades of pink, black and white, a clingy white tank-top (through which a matching sports bra was vaguely visible) matte black pads at knee and elbow and battered snakeskin wrestling boots. Taking a moment to fluff her hair in acknowledgement of the resultant whistles and cheers, Boone started down the aisle with her arms stretched out to each side.
Stomping up the steps once she’d made a quick lap around the squared circle, Clara took up residence in the center of the ring and grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands. A single tug bared a few inches of smooth tummy and probably would’ve resulted in a slew of noise complaints if the armory’s construction hadn’t been so solid. But Boone didn’t actually remove the garment then and there, instead she pulled it down and smoothed it out. “All in due time.” she told the crowd with a sly wink. “No need to unsheathe the heavy artillery just yet.” Still smiling, she headed to the far corner and settled in to await the opposition.
Bloom had the good sense to wait for the fans to settle a bit before he raised the microphone again. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan by way of FAWN, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. She is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the Armory and a good number of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s ’unkindness’ making its presence felt even in the heart of ABC country. Galvanized by the presence of the visiting wrestler, the crowd bellowed all the louder when the Stately Harbinger of Doom brushed through the curtain a few seconds later. Noting the mostly hostile response with nothing more than a slightly arched eyebrow, Lenore hooked both thumbs together to raise her own Raven, only to turn her back to the crowd and swing her hips once, twice, thrice before throwing the sigil overhead. Casting a look over one shoulder in conjunction with this cheeky show of defiance, Lemarchand blew a kiss to Clara, then swung around on her heel and started toward the ring.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first appearance at Apalachian Battle Cats, Lenore sported her preferred 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.
Always intrigued to test her mettle in a new game of wits, wiles and wills, Lemarchand strode up the steps and cleared the top rope in an effortless leap. Strolling to the middle of the ring with her gaze trained on Clara, Lenore hooked her thumbs and hoisted the Raven again. Boone smirked, tapped a finger to her ear to note the boos. “Don’t think they like you very much, cutie.” Lenore dropped the sigil so the ref could inspect her pads and boots, but she made no effort to take her eyes off the Jukebox Juggernaut. “They’re gonna like me even less here in a bit.” she promised the local star. “But I bet they’ll like me a whole lot more when the match is over.” Clara snorted, shooed her away and Lenore did as bade, though she made sure to ‘snap’ her briefs against her glutes as she did so.
Honed in on her visiting adversary despite the cacophonous roar of the close-packed crowd, Clara Boone strode off the buckles as soon as the bell CLANGED and was pleased to see the Raven do the same. The ABC fans bellowed for an immediate lock-up (or rather, an immediate show of force from the Honky Tonk Angel) but the brunette veteran only raised her hands to shoulder level and began to circle. “Funny how life comes at ya sometimes, isn’t it?” Boone asked the FAWN star over the rousing clamor. “Two days ago I heard Adrianna couldn’t work this match and I felt about as low as a person can get. Then yesterday I heard Eddie Thomas wasn’t just sending a replacement, he was sending YOU.”
Lenore arched an eyebrow at Clara’s emphasis on the last word. “He didn’t send me anywhere, I happened to be on vacation about two hours south of here. It was supposed to be a quiet week, no phone calls, no texts, no FAWN. But Thomas hates to let the fans down. And--”
“And he offered a whole lotta zeroes for you to come visit little ol’ me?” Boone chided. “I’m flattered, Raven. Especially considering your obvious handicap,” Clara took an aggressive step forward, the house favorite brazenly forcing her heavy curves against Lemarchand’s more modest assets, “in the rules laid out by the original contest.”
Lenore had sensed the encroachment coming half a second before it happened, thus she managed to plant her feet so that Boone couldn’t knock her backward. Chesting up against the other brunette even as the crowd proceeded to lose its mind, Lemarchand replied, “You’re right sweetie, I can’t match Addy when it comes to the contents of a tank-top, which is why it was so kind of you to pit those,” she flicked a glance at Boone’s girls, “against this.” Lenore spun on her heel and thumped the slim-strong curve of her glutes into the pit of her opponent’s stomach!
Clara must’ve anticipated such a response because she didn’t cede a step either, though the grimace that crossed her face told the Raven she’d felt the blow. “Think nothing of it, cutie.” Boone murmured once Lenore’s eyes were on her again. “The Bear Hugs might not be as interesting with you in the ring, but these fine folks have never turned down a chance to see my T’s whoop a brat’s narrow A. And yours is as narrow as any I’ve ever seen!”
“Plenty wide enough to fit that pretty face.” Lenore went to ‘boop’ Clara’s nose and got her hand swatted away, much to the delight of those assembled. “But I might be persuaded to keep your mouth uncovered so you can beg ofFFGGHHHH!”
Boone hit her opponent with a second chest smash and Lemarchand took it full force, the startled Courtier knocked back three or four paces by Clara’s breasts. “Keep that attitude comin’, skinny girl.” Clara teased. “I can’t wait to hear it change as you spend more and more time beneath my RRRGGHHH!”
Lenore darted in close and CRAAACKED Boone’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that very deliberately landed *just* above the scooped neckline of her plain white tank-top! “Next one’s coming for your tits.” Lemarchand promised. “Just as soon as you’ve got the guts to take off your tacky-bytch armNNNHHHHH!”
Clara shut Lemarchand’s mouth with a slap delivered smartly thereto, then threw herself at the visitor in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that she promptly personalized by wedging one hand against the point of Lenore’s chin. The Fair & Radiant Maiden did the same, cranking Boone’s head back at an awkward angle as stomped and scuffed around the squared circle. Each wrestler forced her opponent’s back into the ropes on multiple occasions, but she always twisted away from it before the referee could call for a break. They continued in this fashion until Clara stuffed the bendy-back into one corner and barreled forward in a series of truncated Avalanche Splashes that had Lemarchand huffing under her weight.
“What’s wrong, birdy?” she teased. “Too much woman for youRRRGGGHHH!”
More than willing to make Boone pay a high price for the imposition, Lemarchand filled her hands with the other brunette’s hair and yanked her head to all four points on the compass several times over! “Maybe a little too much mouth on you, sweetie.” Lenore smirked as she tried to wrench Clara’s neck at angles never intended by the human anatomy. “But too much woman? HardGRRRRHHHH!”
Boone snatched a retaliatory double handful of dark locks and tried to pop Lemarchand’s head off her shoulders! “You got a lot of nerve talking about the mouth on anyone, skinny.” Clara ground closer still, the homegrown favorite seeking to stifle Lenore’s resistance with simple tummy-on-tummy domination. “Good thing I know how to shut you up for OH BYTCHHHMMMRRRPPHH!”
Showing teeth in an expression that was equal parts snarl and smile, Lenore pulled Clara’s hair that much harder, then earned a loud ‘Oooohhhhh!’ from the crowd when she yanked Boone’s face down and treated it to a brisk but enthusiastic scrub against her pert bust! “Why don’t YOU shut up, sweetie?” Lemarchand teased as she laced her hands against the back of Boone’s skull to keep her nose snug to the FAWN grappler’s sternum. “Or maybe you’ve already had enoOOOOFFFHHH!”
Clara smashed a Broadside Kneelift into the Raven’s tummy to break the smother, followed it with two more simply because she could. Straightening up with a growl that transformed into a grin, Boone whirled around on her heel, took hold of the top rope to either side of her adversary and THUMPED her tush into the other brunette’s abdomen! “Gotta hand it to ya, cutie.” Clara spoke to Lemarchand from over one shoulder as she continued to swish her hips back & forth. “Takes a helluva lotta guts to strut in here and put those damned mosquito bites in my face,” Boone pulled her hips forward and thrust ‘em back to drive Lenore’s butt onto the middle turnbuckle with a another Hip Smash, “especially when you know I outclass you on both frontSEEERRHH OOOOWWW!”
Lemarchand couldn’t batter her way out of the buckles so instead she reached over Clara’s arms and laid claim to a double handful of Boone’s rack! The tops bikini and tank provided a modicum of protection, yet it couldn’t have been much because the Honky Tonk Angel groaned aloud when Lenore slammed her boobs together three times in rapid succession. “Not doing you much good right now, are they baby?” Lenore cooed in the other brunette’s left ear. “What do you want to bet a week’s bar tab these people all lose their shyt once I start batting these things arouHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Clara snapped her head sideways to catch Lemarchand in the cheek with a Headbutt that made the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s eyes water. Hooking her right arm beneath Lenore’s left armpit the instant she turned around, Boone flattened her left hand into a paddle and swatted the Raven’s mug a few times before she took Lemarchand’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger for a rude fish-face. “I’m gonna love throwing you around this ring, cutie.” No pause for an answer, Boone simply stormed away from the buckles and hurled Lenore halfway across the ring with a thunderous Biel Toss!
“SHE WALKED IN HERE LOOKIN’ FOR A FIGHT!” Clara barked to the crowd as a wincing Lemarchand sat up and rolled to her hands and knees. “SO HOW ‘BOUT I GIVE HER ONE?!”
Those gathered for the occasion thought this a stellar idea and they opined so quite loudly when Boone grabbed the hem of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it over her head to reveal the pink, black and white camouflage bikini top underneath. Clara whirled it overhead for good measure, then balled the garment up and hurled it in Lenore’s face when she rose to her knees!
Lenore snatched it away, bounced to her feet and went to toss it over one shoulder before deciding on a different plan. Eyes locked on Boone, Lemarchand raised her free hand overhead and made an exaggerated show of wiping the wadded top up and down the length of her armpit. Smiling as the crowd greeted such disrespect with a mixture of ‘oooohhs’ and jeers, Lenore switched hands so she could get her other armpit, then earned an even louder reaction when she scrubbed the shorn garment across her glutes!
“This is yours, right?” The Courtier held it out one-handed and dropped it to the mat. She waited a beat before kicking it aside. “I freshened it up for you.”
Clara nodded, apparently pleased by the other brunette’s display of sass. “You’re talking pretty tough right now, cutie.” Boone said with a sly smile. “Think you’ll feel the same after I’ve freshened you up?” To that end she took a step forward and raised her right hand overhead in a challenge that was as silent as it was brazen.
Lemarchand didn’t hesitate for an instant, she closed on the ABC star and ‘smecked’ her left palm against Clara’s right. “Hope you’re more than just a heavy rack, Boone.” Lenore chided as she raised her other hand. “Otherwise this’ll be more exhibition than contUUGHH!”
Clara finished the Test of Strength and immediately slammed her chest against the Raven’s! In the same instant she yanked their knotted hands down to shoulder level, an important tactical decision in that it forced that much more chest-to-chest contact between the brunettes. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for, skinny.” Boone cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Not too many members of the itty bitty titty committee that have the guts to get this close to nnnngggghhh!”
Lemarchand gouged her chin into the side of Clara’s neck, a painful distraction that allowed the Raven a proper retort. “Tits up is your signature look, isn’t it? Can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about from atop your noseERRRHHH!”
Clara took their hands from three and nine to six o’clock, the Test of Strength transformed into a high stakes game of Mercy that put painful strain on Lemarchand’s wrists. “Only place that bony ass is going up between your shoulders.” the curvy powerhouse countered as she forced Lenore up on tiptoe. “Just don’t know if I’m gonna kick it into place… or spank HHHRRRRHH!”
Lenore startled Boone with a chest smash of her own and used the resultant weight shift to force their hands high overhead. Up on tiptoe just like that, the Fair & Radiant Maiden leaned forward and down to make Clara bear the bulk of her weight. “I don’t need a paddle to spank you, sweet cheeks.” Lenore taunted the grimacing grappler. “Hearing your fans cheer when you take a knee is just as good as putting your ass over my knNGH!”
Clara knocked her opponent off balance and kept the pressure steady, thus ensuring that the rivals were once again nose to nose, and more importantly, chest to chest. “Oh cutie, I’m gonna keep your eyes clear so I can watch the panic take hold when you start to go under. And after you’re out I’ll give that bony ass the paddling it so richly deser--”
Lenore ground forward, the abrupt pressure of it forcing Clara to silence while she held her ground. “Better hope you do win, baby. Because if you end up under my ass I’m going to own your tits like no one in ABC has ever imaginHHHUURRRGGGGHHH!”
Boone hit her foe with another sawed off Avalanche, then followed it with a Headbutt to the bridge of the FAWN star’s nose. Prizing her hands free of Lenore’s, Clara wrapped her arms around opposing waist and drew her into a rib-crushing Bear Hug! Hands knotted against the small of Lemarchand’s back, Boone hoisted her up on tiptoe and followed with several seconds of rag-doll shaking. “Think you forgot where you are for a moment, skinny girl!” Clara exclaimed as a pinch-faced Lenore pushed and clawed at her crushing biceps. “This is MY joint and that means I OWN YOU!”
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM
The ABC Faithful agreed that this was the case and cheered their heroine even more raucously, their volume growing exponentially as Boone jumped and jounced to make the Bear Hug all the more torturous. “Feel that strain, cutie?” Boone asked once she’d settled into a steady grinding constriction. “How hard it is to draw a breath when I’ve got you snuggled in so close? Now try to imagine how much worse it’ll be when I’ve got these arms wrapped around your knobbly little heaDNNNGGGHHH!”
Finding no escape hatch in her current efforts, Lemarchand stretched her arms out in a capital ‘T’ shape and immediately CLAPPED both hands to the Jukebox Juggernaut’s ears! The Bell Ringer loosened the Hug without breaking it, so Lenore clasped her hands behind her rival’s ears and forced her facedown into another burbling confrontation with her battle-warmed décolletage. “I don’t know if you can hear them over the sound of your own squealing.” Emily’s Lady in Waiting grunted as she tried to flatten the other brunette’s nose against her sternum. “But they cheer a little louder every time I make your face disappear. Makes me think they’ll blow the roof off this place once the smothering starts in earnUUURRRRRK!”
Lemarchand had titled her head to rest a cheek atop the crown of Boone’s skull, a usually sound choice that proved costly when Clara popped up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees! The result was an improvised Jawbreaker that popped the Raven’s Front Sleeper wide open while leaving Boone’s Bear Hug firmly intact. Clambering to verticality once she’d managed a deep breath, Clara boosted Lenore off her feet and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward to wrench the other brunette’s lithesome form into a shallow, agonized ‘C’.
“What’s wrong, Lenore? Mosquito bites starting to itch?” Boone did her best to alleviate the issue (or make it infinitely worse) by sliding her coiled arms up Lemarchand’s torso, which in turn meant her larger pair all but overwhelmed the FAWN star’s slim curves. Lenore groaned, tried to go back to Clara’s hair and got squeezed harder for her troubles. Denied that route, she curled her hands into fists and jabbed her elbows into the meat of Boone’s biceps in an effort to fight her way under that crushing coil.
Clara noted this but made no move to stop it. After all, if Lemarchand managed to get her arms beneath the Hug, Clara could give it up and secure a standing Front Sleeper. “I gotta know, do you really think you’ve got a chance to put me out with those?” she rolled her chest against Lenore’s to emphasize the point. “Or are you just trying to piss me off? If you are, congratulations it’s working. But if you actually think those two handfuls of nothing can put me down we need to stop this match right now because you are clearly not sane enough to work in a wrestling riOOOOWWWWWNNNGGHHHH!”
Lenore grabbed the other brunette’s ears, gave ‘em a sharp twist and pulled her into a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Watering Clara’s eyes got Lemarchand’s boots back on the canvas but didn’t free her from the Bear Hug, not only that, her return to terra firma proved short-lived because Boone crouched down and ‘hupped’ the bendy-back skyward for an Inverted Atomic Dr--“OOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
Lenore kicked her legs forward and snapped them shut around Clara’s waist in a cringe-inducing Bodyscissors! Clamping down on Boone’s shoulders so she could put as much pressure on the Scissors as humanly possible, Lemarchand took a few shallow breaths before she answered, “Don’t fret sweetie, I accepted this match because I wanted to sit on your face, not titty-slap it into oblivion. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you disrespect the girls, though. They’re--”
“Those aren’t girls, they’re toddlers.” Clara growled as she fought to overpower the Scissors with her Bear Hug. “Any they have no business in my rinGGGRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Lemarchand slid both hands in from the other brunette’s shoulders to the sides of her neck, the Raven digging in with a white-knuckled fervor that made Boone’s knees shiver. “I go where I please, sweetie.” Lenore explained to her adversary. “And it’s gonna take a lot more than a sassy drawl and a snug tank-top to slow me do--” Boone finally abandoned the Bear Hug so she could clamp down on the Courtier’s wrists, presumably to prize those talons aw--“NNNGGGHHH!” Lemarchand drove a swift Headbutt into her opponent’s chest, then dipped low and stuffed her head between Clara’s left armpit while simultaneously securing a two-armed grip around her waist. In the next instant she dipped her knees and popped her hips in a seemingly effortless bridge that planted the Honky Tonk Angel flat on her back!
The referee started forward only to draw back upon remembering that pins had no place in this particular contest. He would’ve reminded Lenore of this stipulation if the FAWN visitor hadn’t somersaulted over Boone and got to her-- Lemarchand shot skyward as soon as she was vertical, the lithesome brunette drawing both knees to chest level just to THWHUMP the soles of her boots down onto Clara’s chest in a heavy Double Stomp!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhGBnl2RfBg
Clara coughed violently on impact, the shudder racking her frame more than enough to knock Lenore off balance and into an off-kilter Butt Bomb that smashed the other brunette’s stomach! Sidling off her gasping opposition so she could take a seat on Boone’s right flank and slip her legs around that sturdy waist. “HHRRRGGGGHHH!” Clara pounded a fist against the mat when Lemarchand crossed her ankles and sent the first strong constriction through the Bodyscissors! Grimacing as she shook her head ‘no’, Boone snarled, “Not bad, skinny. But this doesn’t qualify as T or A-RRRHHHH!”
Lenore ‘slapped’ a hand down atop her own right thigh to emphasize the next crushing constriction. “Oh, these aren’t here to make you submit, honey. I just wanted to repay that Bear Hug… and squeeze out all that sassOOOOOWWWW!”
Not about to be silenced by the mouthy interloper, Clara sat up as best she could and draaaaaaaaagged her nails down Lenore’s thigh several times before switching over to a series of furious Hammer Fists. Aware that mere words wouldn’t stop someone like Clara Boone, Lemarchand snatched one of the other wrestler’s wrists in her right hand, then flicked a quick Bytch Slap across Clara’s cheek. “Keep off my legs or it’s open season on your rack, Clara.” Lenore growled at the furious powerhouse. “That’s not a threat, that’s a promRRRRGGGGHH!”
Scissors be damned, Boone delivered a quick overhand Slap to Lemarchand’s chest, then piled on with a groping two-handed Claw! “Tell ya somethin’ right now, cutie.” Clara found energy to smile in spite of the nauseating Scissors. “You can try all you like but you’ll never squeeze harder than MEEHHUURRRRGGHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden eased her grip just enough to slide the Bodyscissors up into position beneath her rival’s hulking assets. Not only did this force Boone to lay down almost flat, it pushed her breasts up in such a way that made it even easier for Lenore to fill her hands with that straining bounty! “So these are what’s going to put me to sleep?” Lemarchand jostled her grip, then twisted her wrists in opposite directions. “Feels like I’m gonna crush ‘em instead. Either with my legs, my claws, or my ass, right before it settles on your perky little noseeeeerrrrrrrrrrhhhhh…stop that right now, Boone.”
Clara, who’d narrowed her focus to a tawdry (albeit crowd-approved) pincer on her opponent’s nubs, gave the grip another sharp twist. “The hell I will.” Boone grunted. “This is the only part of you worth pinnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh…bytch, you let go, if you know what’s good for you.”
Lenore dug in with her nails, then got Clara back tit for ummh, well, tat, with her own bit of callous pinching. “Not nice, is it, hun?” the Raven growled. “You gonna let go or do I have to…” she trailed off and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Scissors while maintaining steady torque on her foe’s nubs.
Boone groaned aloud, smacked one booted heel against the mat, then relinquished the pincer in favor of a huge handful of hair and several sharp, clapping SLAPS to the side of her opponent’s face! Lenore tried to turn away from the blows but Clara’s hair-hold made it impossible so she gave her grip a final violent twist before she snatched hold of Boone’s slappin’ wrist and squirmed those crushing Scissors up and over her foe’s chest! “Where were you gonna put these?” Lemarchand asked of the pain-wracked brunette. “You weren’t gonna smother me, right? Because I think these are right where they bel--”
Boone let go of Lenore’s hair and went for the center of her trunks to break the Scissors with a single strong “UUUUGGGGHHHH!” Lenore bore down harder than ever, the muscles in her legs shredding into shadowy definition beneath the warm glow of the overhead lights.
Catching hold of Clara’s wrist before it could reach its intended destination, Lemarchand said, “The time for politeness has passed, I see. Fine, let’s give these people what they came for.” A final squeeze forced a little more air from Boone’s lungs and gave the Courtier enough time to transition from Scissors to Schoolgirl, Lenore snugging the fork of her crotch against the point of Clara’s chin even as she fit her thighs to the line of the other brunette’s jaw.
“BYTCH!” Clara tried to wrest her wrists free of Lemarchand’s grip but those efforts came to naught when the aggressor beat her hands against the mat once, twice, three times.
Lenore grinned, blew the Jukebox Juggernaut a quick kiss. “Deep breath, sweetie.” Just like that she slid forward and brought her knees together, the Fair & Radiant Maiden using her stems and undercarriage in concert to smother the fight from her curvaceous adversary. “Ask her.” Lenore said after riding out the first ten or so seconds of Boone’s enthusiastic thrashing.
Already close to the action, the zebra dropped to one knee. “What do you say, Clar? Had enou--”
“NNNNNHHHHHH!” came the emphatic, albeit muffled response. “FUHG NNNNNHHHHHH!”
“She says no.” he confirmed to the Raven.
“Thanks for the translation.” she replied dryly.
Drawing her knees a little closer, Emily’s Lady in Waiting bounced in place, then swished her hips back & forth atop her protesting seat. “Don’t go far, something tells me Clara likes dancing on bars more than playing a stoolhhhhrrrrggggghhh--don’t think so, sweet cheeks!”
Boone had found no success bucking Lemarchand off, so she whipped her legs up and threaded them around the bendy-back’s waist. The resultant squeeze was no joke and would’ve wrenched Lenore out of the mount if she hadn’t cinched her arms around Clara’s calves and leaned forward to turn the Front Face Sit into a domineering Matchbook. Forehead only inches from the canvas, Lenore turned her head to the side and barked, “Shoulders down, ass up, I got you, baby! SubWHOAHHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”
Clara pushed up and slid out from under the other brunette to finish up mounted on her hands with both legs wrapped tight around Lemarchand’s waist! Sucking in deep breaths even as she put her gams to work crushing her opponent’s ribs, Boone tipped a knowing wink to the fans when one of ‘em cheered, ‘ROUGH HER UP, THEN SHUT HER UP, CLARA! SHE DESERVES IT!’
“Hear that, skinny?” Clara put more power into her retaliatory Scissors and was gratified to hear / feel the FAWN star groan in pain. “That snotty reputation proceeds you even up--” Boone grit her teeth and scowled when Lemarchand crooked both hands into talons and dug them deep into the meat of her foe’s thighs. “Not bad.” she admitted over the cheers of the assembled. “Is this how you do it?”
Lenore didn’t get a chance to comment on Clara’s technique because she was too busy hissing her displeasure over the wedgie Boone inflicted upon her defenseless briefs! “Yuuuhhh… you’re doing it all wrong.” the Courtier said through clenched teeth. “Here, let me--” Lemarchand abandoned the Thigh Claw and snatched a double handful of camo waistband for a retaliatory wedgie that earned an audible curse from the Jukebox Juggernaut. “Hear how loud you squealed when I started to pull? That’s all in the wrists, try for a sharp, sawing motion that UUGGHH!”
Clara ended the wedgie war by balling that hand into a fist and SLAMMING it home above Lemarchand’s left hip! Another violent squeeze meant Lenore couldn’t do anything more than wheeze and clutch her ribs while Boone disengaged and clambered to boot-leather. Ignoring her distended bottoms for the moment, she filled her hands with the Raven’s hair and yanked her to all fours so she could draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Putting quite a bit more pressure on the Scissors than was strictly necessary, Clara raised both hands over her head to beckon some more noise from the ABC faithful. Once they obliged her she brought the boom down on Lenore’s butt with a stinging stereo swat that CRAAACKED through the confined space!
“THIS is gonna stop me?” Boone jostled Lemarchand’s glutes to the delight of everyone save Lemarchand herself. “This narrow thing ain’t ever gonna stop me!” Another double slap capped this proclamation and ensured a fresh pair of palm prints on Lenore’s rump when Clara looped her arms around the other brunette’s waist and muscled her into a seat atop Boone’s shoulders. The glassy-eyed FAWN visitor tried to lace her hands behind Clara’s head, alas these efforts were doomed to failure when the Honky Tonk Angel went up on tiptoe and THAWHAMMED her burden onto the canvas with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUQzvpysW-Q
The ring-shivering throw left Lenore folded in half Matchbook style and in a standard contest Boone would’ve trapped her in the Alligator Clutch on the spot, but a submissions only affair meant she shoved the Fair & Radiant Maiden onto her hands and knees, then circled around behind and hauled her upright via a handful of shoulder-straps. Sparing a glance over one shoulder to confirm her placement within the squared circle, Boone slipped her head beneath Lenore’s right arm while hooking her left arm across the back of the Raven’s neck and bracing her left hand against the other wrestler’s right thigh. From there she crouched deep and popped up to sling Lemarchand onto and then over her shoulder, the Black Courtier tumbling into a facedown freefall that dropped her to the canvas full-force!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
Lenore somersaulted through the impact to come up on her butt within scrambling distance of the nearest corner, a sanctuary she reached in the span of heartbeats. Hooking an arm over the bottom rope to ensure she’d have at least a few seconds to gather her reserves, the purple-clad battler took a few deep breaths-- the patter of approaching boots drew her attention too late for Lenore to do anything but brace for the running Hip Attack Clara THWHUMPED offa her face! “Do me a favor, would ya skinny?” Boone was all smiles as she grabbed hold of the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. “Fix my wedgie, since you’re back there!” Still beaming she doubled over and thrust her rump backward while working her hips in taut little figure eights! “What’cha want, Ed?” Clara asked the ref after he strolled up several seconds later. “You wanna know if she’s quit? Or you just want a better view?”
TWO FOR ONE SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2iAX6qlDKQ
“Clar, I believe you are the ‘T’ portion of tonight’s equation, which would make this attack ineligible to garner a submission.”
This information didn’t seem to bother Clara in the slightest, if anything she put a bit more ‘oomph’ on the prolonged butt buffing. “You saying I can’t keep her here as long as I want, Ed?”
“I’m saying you’ll have to let her go at four.”
“Better start counting, then.” Ed did and Boone honored the count, though she made a point to drive her rump into Lenore’s mug one more time after breaking the Stink Face. Finally allowing herself a moment snap her distended briefs back into place, Clara took a stroll around the ring to soak in the ABC adulation before returning to Lemarchand’s corner for a big ol’ handful of hair.
“I wanna tell you how much I appreciate you taking this match on short notice.” Boone told Emily’s Lady in Waiting as she hauled her up on wobbly legs. “Gave me a decent fight, even managed to get both scrawny ends in my face for a little bit,” she emphasized this point with a cheeky swat-pinch combo to Lenore’s sullen glutes, “but these people bought a ticket to see me smother a FAWN chick out for the night. You may not be Adrianna… but you’ll do.”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you haven’t done a goddamned thing yetMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Clara turned Lenore’s face into her copious cleavage and laced her right arm across the base of the struggling woman’s neck to grasp her left bicep. “Ooohhh, they always get so cranky when it’s naptime.” Boone purred as she cupped her left hand against the back of Lenore’s skull. “Don’t fight it, cutie. You’ll be out soon enough!”
Lemarchand blatantly ignored this advice in favor of pounding and clawing at her tormentor’s biceps and flanks, though she managed to save some breath by stifling her wails. Neither particularly enthused or worried by Lenore’s countermeasures, Boone set her feet and twisted her hips back n’ forth to add a violent rag-dolling to the already aggressive Front Sleeper!
“Go on, get yourself some!” Clara chided after she brought the shaking to a halt. “Can’t have you heading home complaining about local hospitality, so get all you want!”
Lenore didn’t want a bit of Boone’s bounty, unfortunately she couldn’t twist away from encroaching breasts and every attempt to so resulted in the Jukebox Juggernaut bending her nose against her sternum. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds ticked by with Lemarchand’s hands going from frenetic to flailing to pawing, her latest efforts little more than pawing at Clara’s hips. “Mmmmmhhh, that feels nice.” Clara murmured to Lenore as her foe’s breath continued warm and shallow against her domineering décolletage. “Unfortunately I think you’re just… about… finish--yeah, there we go.” Boone was all smiles when the Raven’s hands dropped loose at her sides. “Baby’s all tucked in now, Ed.” she told the official over the cacophonous crowd noise. “Sing her a lullaby, won’t ya?”
Said lullaby was performed in three verses, the first of which Ed kicked off by taking hold of Lemarchand’s right wrist and raising her hand to shoulder level. He let go and it dropped without incident. “ONE!” the referee confirmed for all in attendance. Clara squeezed a little harder and gave Lenore’s feverish mug another rude scrubbin’ before Ed took possession of her wrist and hoisted it again. He let go and-- the Raven’s other hand shot up to join its mate in catching Boone’s ears between thumb and forefinger for a sharp, eye-watering twist!
“AAAAAGGGHHH BYTCH!” Clara abandoned the Breast Smother in favor of yanking Lenore’s hands away, the removal of which brought immediate relief to her stinging ears. Lemarchand was equally relieved to be free of Clara’s chest, though hers proved far more short-lived when the Honky Tonk Angel slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose. She cried out and turned ‘round in a half circle en route to stumbling away from Boone, not that the Southerner let her get more than a few steps before she grabbed hold of Lenore’s waist and reeled her right back in.
Dipping a shoulder so she could thread that arm between Lemarchand’s legs, Clara hooked her rival around one thigh and across the chin to earn a rousing roar from her fans when she muscled the Fair & Radiant Maiden onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack. “Don’t really see a whole lotta point in torturing your rack, skinny.” Boone chided Lemarchand as she showed her off to all four sides of the arena courtesy of a jouncing, jolting pirouette. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with ya anyway.” Lenore couldn’t muster words so she reached for Clara’s face instead, the trapped brunette searching for a hair-pull or a nose-hook to get out of this--
“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH GAAAAAWD!” Lemarchand shrieked to the rafters as the Honky Tonk Angel put even more torque on her battered back, Clara going so far as to bust out a bit of her favorite line dance routine before she hopped up and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Lenore down spine-first somewhere on the Wrong Side of Memphis.
WRONG SIDE OF MEMPHIS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8UU4JZOSv8
The Raven hit the deck and tumbled toward the ropes in a boneless sprawl though she ran out of momentum well shy of her goal. Even worse, Boone caught hold at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. A chant of ‘JUG-JUG-JUGGERNAUT!’ was already going strong when Clara stood up and made a show of running her hands all over those dangerous curves. Already loud, the capacity crowd grew downright deafening when their heroine ‘flicked’ a double handful of mist down on her flattened adversary.
“Don’t think you’re breathing hard enough just yet.” Boone noted even as she planted a boot on Lenore’s tummy en route to the nearest corner. “I want to feel every last gasp when you snuggle in for the last time, cutie!” To that end she slipped through the ropes and climbed into the high rent district. Casting a long shadow over the vulnerable FAWN’er, Clara stretched her arms wide to ensure the roof was about to come off the place by the time she leapt out into the void and THA-WHAMMED down flush atop Lemarchand’s upraised knees!
Even blocking the Tennessean’s hundred and forty-plus pounds stole oxygen Lenore couldn’t afford to lose, yet it was infinitely worse for Clara, who was already curled up and gagging when she hit the mat a few heartbeats later. Breathing as deep as she could at the moment, Lemarchand looked to her opponent and was distressed to see Boone clambering to her hands and knees. “Huuuuuuhhhh…huuuuhhh… ok sweetie.” Lenore sat up, spun to one knee. “Let’s see who wants this more.”
On her feet a few steps ahead of the other brunette, Emily’s Lady in Waiting pointed her right shoulder at Clara and began to STAMP that foot on the mat in a beat that every wrestling fan recognized. This earned a spirited albeit mixed reaction, not that Lenore was out for cheers or jeers. All she needed was Boone’s attent-- she hopped forward as Clara stood up, the Raven’s long leg shooting straight at her opponent’s NO! Boone was too gut-shot to actually catch the kick so she raised a hasty guard that would’ve blocked it neat as you please if Lemarchand had actually delivered the Super Kick. Instead she feinted, reset her footing and TWHAPPED a pitiless mid-range Super Kick into the pit of her adversary’s stomach! Jerking Boone’s head between her thighs the moment she doubled over (in fact the unexpected strike put the bigger brunette down on one knee) Lenore looped her arms around Clara’s midriff and made a point to gouge her knotted fists into Boone’s belly before she hoisted her upside down and dropped to her butt to SPIKE the crown of Clara’s skull into the deck with a perfect Piledriver!
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCV5eFVRpTc
Clara flopped onto her back in an insensate starfish, a pose that screamed ‘pin me’ in a bout where three counts were worth a damn. Since they weren’t, Lemarchand simply swung a leg over and sat down, the Raven planting her undercarriage atop Boone’s mouth and nose in a simple Front Face Sit! “MMMRHHH!” Clara planted her feet and bridged up at once, the abrupt reaction enough to pitch Lemarchand forward without actually knocking her from the smother.
Catching hold of the other brunette’s wrists when she reached for the FAWN star’s briefs, Lenore pounded Clara’s hands against the mat, then flipped the hair out of her eyes and took a deep, deep breath. “Submit!” she waggled her hips back and forth, scrubbing her rival’s features. “Mumble it nice and loud for the referWHOAH!”
Boone prized her hands free, cupped them against Lemarchand’s rump and shoved her off in conjunction with another forceful bridge. “Snuuuhhhh… sneaky bytch.” Clara gasped in the midst of scrambling to boot-leather. I told you to keep that bony ass out of my faNNNNNGGGHHH!”
A loud CRA-CRAAACK! echoed throughout the cramped space when Lemarchand stepped in and smote her opponent’s tits with a stereo Overhand Slap! Boone cringed and moved to check the damage, meaning her hands were preoccupied when Lenore reached an arm through her legs, slipped the other over one shoulder and scooped her up for a Body Sl-- the Raven cupped a hand over the nape of Clara’s neck and dropped to her butt to DRIVE the Jukebox Juggernaut’s head into the mat with a Michinoku Driver!
MICHINOKU DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1vjRdA7X7s
The ABC fans offered up applause for this show of wiry strength, only to break into a more conflicted response when Lenore scooted forward and sat her tush on the other brunette’s nose! “And I told YOU…” Lemarchand clenched her glutes while simultaneously cranking backward on Boone’s left leg to keep her folded up with a Half Matchbook. “SUBMIT!” The Black Courtier began to sweep back & forth, dragging her center from Clara’s chin to her forehead and back again while occasionally shimmying her hips in snug little circles. “Got you down for a twenty count, sweetie!” Lenore looked up at the lights and ran a hand through her battle-damp hair. “Tap out or you might still be here when they open tomorrow morDAMMIT!”
Clara didn’t power out, rather she twisted to the side to escape the increasingly strong mount. Sucking wind as she struggled to all fours, Boone let out a distressed whine when Lemarchand grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to her knees. “NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Lenore hit the penitent powerhouse with three straight Hip Checks before scrubbing Boone’s cheeks against her own as retribution for earlier shabby treatment in the corner.
Still holding Clara’s hair after that defoliating derriere treatment, Lemarchand dragged the curvaceous battler to verticality and from there she switched over to a Gutwrench around Boone’s strong waist. No denying the cheers now, they audibly outnumbered the boos when Lenore muscled Clara off her feet and spun her around one hundred and eighty degrees for--THWHUNK! Lemarchand dropped to her knees with no preamble at all, the Raven not about to give her opponent an opportunity to reverse the Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VznVaAYwXR8
Resting on her knees above the sprawled ruin of Clara Boone, Lenore started to bring her feet in close only to decide against it. Instead she planted her hands on Clara’s tummy leaned forward so she could stretch her legs in a split that grew even more impressive once she settled into a seat on Boone’s forehead.
“Mmmmmmpppphhhh….mmmffffhh… hhhrrrrmmmmppppp…” Clara’s moan had no semblance of awareness, it could’ve been the sound of any distressed dreamer.
“My A says your T’s are F’ed, baby.” Lenore moved her hands to Boone’s bounty and gave them a possessive press / jiggle. “Couldn’t beat a twenty count earlier, think you can beat this three?”
Boone swayed from side to side, her hands occasionally twitching in some instinctual reaction to the Raven’s challenge. But neither hand or shoulder escaped the canvas until the referee crouched down beside the action and lifted the right high into the air.
Ed waited a beat, let go, then nodded when it tumbled to the mat with a dull thud. “ONE!” he called, the declaration echoed by a good number of those assembled. In professional wrestling, as in life, one was an anomaly and two was a coincidence, as Clara demonstrated when her limp right arm hit the deck for the second time. “TWO!” Yet that still wasn’t enough, so Ed raised her arm once more and held a few tics longer, ostensibly to let Boone regain her senses, though all it really did was give Lenore an opportunity to jostle and shake those upturned jugs. The official let go and the Honky Tonk Angel’s arm hit the mat to an emphatic, “THREE! SHE’S OUT!”
The bell clanged half a dozen times to end the bout, though the Fair & Radiant Maiden didn’t relinquish her seat, not even when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via Reverse Face Sit Knock-Out…. LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Shifting from the split to a more traditional straddle a few seconds later, Lenore tucked her hair behind her ears, then put her hands on her hips. “Tits up, just like I promised, tuff girl.” she told the sullenly somnolent brunette. “That’ll teach you to mouth off about my ‘narrow’ ass.”
‘TAKE HER TOP!’ someone shouted from a few rows back. This was met with jeers initially, but the sentiment soon grew to a chant that echoed through the small space.
Lenore arched an eyebrow, shifted her gaze downward and made a show of teasing the bottom edge of Clara’s camouflaged cups. But rather than strip she squeezed and shook, not so much tormenting as teasing, the bendy-back’s insolent treatment proving that the Juggernaut’s most dangerous weapons were now little more than playthings. “Poor form to take a chick’s top when she can’t defend herself, especially if you’re a guest in her house.” as she began to bat Boone’s breasts back and forth. “Doesn’t mean you can’t treat her shabby, though. Or make sure she knows she’s lost.” Lenore narrowed her focus to Clara’s nipples, the Raven tweaking, then twisting through the straining fabric to secure her favorite victory pose on the defeated brunette.
Ten seconds of slow, steady pressure earned nothing more than a soft moan from her adversary, so Lemarchand broke the grip and planted a theatrical smooch on each bicep before she stood up and set a domineering boot on Clara’s conquered cleavage. A double bicep flex flowed flawlessly into her signature sigil, Lenore making sure to nod her approval when it was returned by a good chunk of the audience.
“Do me a favor, if you’d be so kind.” she asked of the crowd. “When Clara wakes up, tell her I’ll make sure Bethany sends Addy up here as soon as she’s healthy, so you’ll all get the originally advertised Clash of Titans.” She smirked, reached down with both hands and ‘flicked’ her distended trunks back into place. “Butt… if she wants another shot at this, she’s gonna have to come down to Orlando. Fun as it was to smother her out in front of her fans, I’d love to do it again in front of mine. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.”
Certain the message would reach its intended target, Lenore departed Appalachian Battle Cats with a stately bow, then dipped through the ropes and strutted up the ramp. Vacation hadn’t been as quiet as she’d hoped, but it wasn’t over just yet and her victory over the Jukebox Juggernaut ensured lively conversation (and more) for the rest of the trip.
