Post by hawkeye on Nov 7, 2021 23:30:59 GMT
The AHE feed abruptly cut from the last tale of terror to the Madhouse’s vaunted floating camera already speeding through the depths of the asylum turned training facility. Following half a dozen quick, disorienting turns down a series of poorly lit industrial hallways the camera veered into a freight elevator of distressingly antique vintage. The gloomy confines of the elevator were actually quite prosaic save for a small sign plastered above the rows of buttons. The sign was bone white, with deep red letters that looked... sticky. It read:
Room for one more.
The camera bobbled in place so the viewers could read and contemplate the sign, which most were still doing when the door shut with a loud groan and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Be My Victim
At this point the only way out was through, so the camera barged its way through in search of the Wolf who ruled the Madhouse
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The walls, which had been dark paneled wood on all previous visits, had been removed in favor of smooth white plaster, giving the space an ominously limitless feel. Gone also was the dark carpet, in its place was equally bright white tile, the expanse of which was occasionally broken by an area rug in black, red or some combination thereof. To the left of the central staircase was a full sized bar done in black marble and chrome with a trio of stools done in dark polished wood and topped with crimson cushions. The right of the stairs was the only sign of actual warmth, a glassed-in fireplace flanked by a trio of deep red couches arranged in a U shape. On the floor between these couches and the fireplace was a white rug emblazoned with nonsense patterns of red and black. Closer inspection revealed a method to the madness, with the black forming the outlines of several bodies sprawled at awkward angles while the red suggested the contents that’d leaked therefrom. The camera was about to pan toward the rumbling double doors lurking past the fireplace, but the arrival of Al Carpenter drew its attention back to the foyer. As calm, cool, and collected as one could manage for this particular encounter, the lanky official nodded to the camera before shifting his focus to the front door.
Lenore opened her mouth to answer, then shut it when the Announcer interrupted with, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with the winner being crowned Queen of the Madhouse until All Hallows Evil 2022. Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, please welcome LYSSA ZAHN!”
LYSSA ZAHNl
The Cellar Dwellers (who actually resided a few floors above this particular abode) offered up a mostly positive reaction that probably would’ve irritated Zahn to no end if she’d actually been able to hear it. But the space was eerily quiet until the great doors were thrown open with an appropriately gothic screeeeeeeeeeeeee and the woman in question strode into the Queen’s Chambers for the second time in as many years. Eyes darting around the interior even before she crossed the threshold, Lyssa strode in, spotted the official and looked disappointed.
“What the hell, Al. Where’s Fugsly Adams?” Zahn asked as she padded over to Carpenter.
“Hi Lyssa, it’s nice to see you too. What’s that? Oh, you’re more than welcome. Nothing I love more than overseeing the matches no one else will touch with a twenty foot pole.”
Not used to this level of snark from the zebra, Lyssa arched an eyebrow. “Where’d that come from, string-bean? Jenny steal all the root beer barrels again?”
Al grimaced, shook his head. “I hate this place. The new décor doesn’t help. It’s like there’s nothing in here, yet it still hurts to look anywhere for more than a few seconds.”
“Yes, that’s precisely the idea.” said a cool, amused voice from somewhere on the stairs. “Now if you’d be so kind as to stop your babbling, I’m due proper introduction.”
Rolling her eyes even as Al shut up, Zahn strode to the base of the stairs to ensure the lady of the house wouldn’t couldn’t pounce on her while the Announcer did his job. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is Miss Murder… ELISE WINTERREST!”
ELISE WINTERREST:
Elise tilted her head back and smiled serenely as her name echoed through the Queen’s Chambers. When it had faded, the brunette turned her attention to Lyssa and resumed her glide down the stairs. For tonight’s defense of the prize she’d won last AHE, the Icy Manipulator wore a matched set of fog gray bra and panties embellished with fine black lace at the waistband and across the cups. Knee-high stockings completed the elegant, ominous look.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs in silence, Winterrest took a step toward Zahn and Lyssa mirrored her, the proud brunettes almost going nose to nose before Carpenter stepped between them Lyssa grimaced at the intrusion, but stepped back and raised her hands until the ref could deliver last minute instructions to her opposition. Once that was done, she pulled her gaze from the eerily sterile surroundings to focus on the mistress of the house, Lyssa said, “Good lord, bytch, what did you do to this place? Brewster and Lemarchand might’ve gone a little heavy on the kitsch, but it had personality. This though?” Zahn swept an arm over her surroundings to indicate the new look of the Madhouse. “This is a minimalist bore. I would’ve at least expected some ugly abstract sculpture from a sadist like you.”
Hands on her hips, Winterrest let her gaze flit around the grand hall before honing in on the mouthy intruder. “Do you really think I’m going to explain my decisions to someone who’s artistic aspirations begin and end with meme NFT’s? If you MUST know, these changes are the results of a concentrated effort to remove all traces of the former occupants. This place is MINE and it reflects my tastes perf--”
“Bullshyt.” Lyssa interrupted. “Your name’s not on the deed. You’re here by squatter’s rights at best and outright fraud at worst.”
Elise smirked and walked toward the challenger, her stockinged feet making soft padding noises on the tile floor. Zahn raised her hands and moved to meet the other brunette but she wasn’t at all surprised when Winterrest adjusted her angle and began to circle. “Surely you’re not still holding a grudge over last year?” the Icy Manipulator scoffed as Lyssa stalked her around the gleaming white expanse. “Need I remind you just how close you were to succumbing to the Raven’s odious machinations? If not for my timely intervention she would’ve made you submit AND added your briefs to the tacky little collection that used to occupy the mantle. Instead you got to keep your clothes and your consciousness but still you insist on challenging me. Still you took that bytch’s side.”
Winterrest glided around a sleek white couch and came to a stop in front of the roaring (albeit carefully screened) fireplace. “You’re going to suffer for that choice, Zahn. And in doing so you will help contribute a pop of color to the interior. Mostly red, I believe.”
Lyssa’s eyes narrowed, her pace quickened and her fingers curled into claws in anticipation of finding Elise’s hair. “You should’ve let us finish our business, bytch.” she growled. “But I’m happy to help you paint the walls of this boring shyt-box.”
The threat was still on her lips when she lunged forward and buried both hands in her rival’s long hair! Hardly one to let such aggression go unanswered, Winterrest snagged her own hair-hold and promptly upped the ante by whipping Lyssa’s head from side to side! “Meddling piece of trash!” Elise hissed as the began to stagger and stamp in an angry little circle. “You think breaking a phone was the worst thing I could do to you? You have no idea what I’ve got in store for RRRRHHHH!”
Zahn answered with some equally vicious tugging, then halved her grip so she could slap Winterrest’s face a few times before grabbing hold of Elise’s right breast and squeezing as hard as she could! “Save your threats for blonde ingénues, f*ck-face.” Lyssa cooed. “I’ve felt that perky little nose of yours ground between my cheeks enough to ensure you don’t scare mEAAIIIIEEE!”
Always happy to answer a slap with a shank, Miss Murder reached down with one hand, snagged the front of Zahn’s red briefs and yanked it up several inches north of her navel! In the next instant she abandoned the other brunette’s hair entirely so she could drag that hand from the small of Lyssa’s back to between her shoulders no less than six times. This was followed by an equally mean-spirited yank on the challenger’s rear waistband, Winterrest clearly willing to give Zahn a chance to work jugg if it meant she could saw her rival in half from underneath.
“Fate has been exceedingly kind to you in our previous encounters, Lyssa Zahn.” Elise cooed as her wicked work forced the other brunette onto tiptoe. “That ends tonight. YOU end toniGHHHRRRHH!”
The Social Media Superstar did some doubling down of her own, Lyssa clamping her claws onto the other brunette’s breasts with white-knuckle ferocity. “I got your number, beeyotch.” Zahn continued to knead and gouge, her well-manicured nails hooking behind the cups of Winterrest’s bra in a grip that threatened to leave the brunette stripped to the waist less than three minutes after the opening bell. “I whooped your ass in the ring, now I’m going to ruin it in the MadhousSSGGHH!”
Talons be damned, Elise endured the prospect of forceful stripping long enough to pump a pair of Kneelifts into Lyssa’s navel. Zahn grunted, stumbled back, then let out a startled little yelp when the Wolf of Winter used that double-fisted grip on her bottoms to sling the challenger onto the featureless white couch set in front of the fire! Ceding her ownership of Lyssa’s briefs to ensure she didn’t lose her balance when the other brunette landed on the couch, Elise braced both hands against the top of the backrest to keep her steady through the half dozen knees she THUMPED into Zahn’s ribs!
Grimacing with each fresh impact, the Tweeting Tyrant abandoned her jugg work so she could cover her midsection with one hand and swipe at Elise’s knee with the other. Far from impressed by these meager defenses, Winterrest stuffed a few more home before she grabbed hold of Lyssa’s wrists and pinned them against the armrest. “I’m afraid you’ve overestimated your importance in tonight’s festivities, Zahn.” With the poseur’s arms out of the way, Elise was free to climb onto the couch, or rather Lyssa herself, Winterrest making a point to bury her right knee in the pit of Zahn’s stomach as she climbed aboard. “The only thing you’ll accomplish tonight is becoming the answer to a trivia question. Name the only woman to lose back to back Queen’s Chamber matches!”
Several seconds of roughhouse bouncing drove Elise’s encroaching knee even deeper into Lyssa’s tummy, thus ensuring the usually vocal grappler couldn’t do much more than wheeze when the Icy Manipulator worked her way into an actual straddle. Now that her seat was properly secured, Elise brought Zahn’s wrists together so she could control them one-handed and thus use her free hand to rake, tear and scrape at the Social Media Superstar’s face and chest!
“My claws are sharper than yours, brat.” Winterrest added a quick slap to the mouth before singling out Zahn’s left breast for more punishment. “As are my instincts, my wits and my wiles. I was going to grant you a sharper tongue, but that’s not true, is it?” Without warning Elise tugged Lyssa’s breast free of its satin confinement, then pinched that nipple between thumb and forefinger to earn a ghastly shriek from her rival!
“SHYTTER!” Zahn strained like a madwoman but wasn’t able to free her wrists from their awkward prison. “I’LL RIP YOU APART FOR OOOWWW!”
Miss Murder snatched hold of Lyssa’s bra, tore it away and stuffed it into her face before setting upon a flurry of alternating nipple twists! “YOU’LL BEG, THAT’S WHAT YOU’LL DO!” No snide teasing from Winterrest now, her tone was nothing but rage and a promise of more pain to come as she welcomed Lyssa to the antechamber of catfight hell. Eventually Elise’s desire to hurt overwhelmed her desire to control and she released Zahn’s hands so she could double down on the teat torment. “This is a long time coming, slut.” Winterrest leaned in close to hiss this revelation into Lyssa’s face. “The Raven and I had a private game, one you had no right to witAAAGHHH F*CK!”
Zahn’s inner catfighter demanded she fight fire with fire, but the colder lizard brain insisted that getting off the couch be her first order of business. Understanding this to be true, she bypassed a retaliatory claw in favor of palming Elise’s head in both hands. Just like that she made her thumbs into hooks and jabbed at the other brunette’s eyes. “Ask her!” Zahn shouted to Al Carpenter without being able to see him. “Ask this little pansy bytch if she wants to give up!”
“F*CK YOU!” Winterrest had already abandoned her attack on Lyssa’s chest to scratch and tear at the challenger’s wrists. “GET YOUR STUBBY LITTLE FINGERS OUT OF MY GAARRRRHHH!”
Not content to attack one facial feature, the Pintrest Pin-Up pulled a thumb away from Elise’s right eye and stuffed it into that nostril instead! “What was that, asshole?” Zahn sounded much happier now that she was imposing her will on Miss Murder. “Are you quitting? Or can I keep playing with your Ms. Potato Head facOOOOWWW SHYT!”
Making the choice to suffer through the nose gouging in hopes of breaking both grips before she needed reconstructive surgery, Winterrest grabbed Lyssa’s other wrist in both hands and squeezed until she felt bones grind! That pressure proved enough to prize the other brunette’s thumb out of her eye, but mere freedom wasn’t enough for Elise so she popped it into her mouth and bit down like she meant to take it off at the knuckle!
Halving her control now that she was actively gnawing on Zahn, Winterrest pressed the palm of her free hand down and Lyssa’s forehead and bore down on an Iron Claw! This earned a breathy groan from Zahn that wasn’t nearly loud enough for Elise, so she began to bounce atop the writhing challenger, Winterrest just DRIVING a knee deep into Lyssa’s tummy while simultaneously crushing her palm onto opposing nose! “Look at you, you’re pathetic!” the Icy Manipulator hissed after she’d spit out Zahn’s chewed thumb. “I knew Lemarchand was carrying you last year! Thank goodness for her petty cruelty, otherwise you never would have made it up the stairs in the first placRRRRGGHHH TRAMP!”
Aware (and hating) that she was dangerously close to overwhelmed, a wheezing Lyssa honed in on the claw trying to smash her nose and managed to pull it away at the cost of some ugly scratches. The thought of chewing on some finger food crossed her mind, but whereas Elise chose to go straight to the source, Zahn preferred something more portable for her snacking needs so she forced Winterrest’s fingers into a splayed ‘V’, then grabbed a half in each hand and pulled in opposite directions!
“Bytch, you keep bringing up your ex’s, I’m going to get offended.” Lyssa giggl-rasped in the midst of trying to snap those strained extremities. “But don’t worry, I know some tricks that will make you forget all about heRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator pulled her knee out of Zahn’s midsection only to drive it into the center of her opponent’s briefs with a low, nauseating THUMP! “Fear not sweet trash, you hold pride of place in my mind tonight!” Elise cooed down at her breathless opposition even as she continued to grrrrriiiiiiiind the bony joint against her undercarriage. Sensing a meddling presence closer than she preferred, Miss Murder recaptured Zahn’s wrists and battered them against the armrest half a dozen times before glancing to Carpenter.
“Ask her. And make sure she enunciates clearly. It’s too early for mindless sobbing.”
Noticeably concerned by the punishment his charges had already unleashed upon one another, the official moved around to the front of the couch and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Lyssa? Need me to call it?”
The TikTok Terror shook her head ‘no’ for Al, then locked eyes with Elise and very clearly said, “Go. Eat. A. Bag. Of. DicFAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Winterrest stuffed a final Kneelift between her rival’s legs to ensure Lyssa had more, ahem, pressing concerns when the First Degree Femme Fatale buried both hands in Zahn’s hair and hauled her upright. Reeling the New Yorker into a Front Facelock, Winterrest pivoted so Lyssa’s back was to the couch, then slung the near arm across her shoulders and used her free hand to snatch a grip on her foe’s waistband.
“You will kindly watch your mouth as long as you are a guest in my house, Melissa. If such a demand is too taxing…” Elise dipped her knees and muscled Lyssa directly overhead, which prompted an audible gasp from Carpenter as well as the Cellar Dwellers who feared any sort of Suplex would smash Zahn’s legs through the fireplace barric-- the Malicious Mainer stepped forward and swung Lyssa back the way she’d came to THAWHUMP the other brunette gut-first atop the backrest! “You can always eat shyt and die.” Elise chirped over Zahn’s nauseated retching. “And please, please, please, try not to vomit all over my brand new couch.”
Circling around behind the gut-shot grappler, Winterrest grabbed Lyssa by the scruff of the neck and straightened her up just to bend her backward into an Inverted Facelock. No Dragon Sleeper or Starfire-style Pit Smother was this, the Wolf of Winter used the grasp to back the Social Media Superstar away from the couch. Another rough grip on Zahn’s orange waistband meant even more stress and distension, not that Lyssa ever noticed the light sting in comparison to her kinked neck and roiling gut.
“If you HAVE to be sick, at least do so on the tiles. They’re much easier to clean.”
Happy to prove as such to any doubtful idiots, Winterrest gathered her strength before muscling Zahn up, over and down, the trapped brunette crashing down on the cool tool with a heavy, somehow damp THWHAP! Lyssa gagged, went to curl in on herself and got rolled onto her back instead. Leverage be damned, Elise made a point of taking her seat on the Tweeting Tyrant’s tummy instead of her chest. Hands on her knees, Winterrest made a point to bounce in place with Carpenter’s count of…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBqUn8c2QEg
ONE…
TWO…
Zahn twisted onto her right shoulder and hip to break the pin, but not the straddle.
“Tell me, Melissa. Is that nauseated expression plastered across your face the result of my brilliant offense or the dawning realization that you have no f*cking chance of taking this place from me?”
“Nuuuhhh… neither.” Zahn started squirming in an effort to get out from under the lady of the (Mad)house. “It’s that couch. Smells like farts and that tacky perfume you’re always NGH!”
Elise put a stop to that slander by grabbing a handful of Lyssa’s hair and THUNKING her head against the floor. “I believe that’s your own flop sweat you’re smelling, dear. It’s as disgusting as you say, and I don’t appreciate you bringing such filth to my home. Perhaps,” Winterrest raised an index finger and tapped her chin thoughtfully, “perhaps a walking tour will settle your nerves and your stomach. Even if it doesn’t I could use a stiff drink to dull that awful reek. Please, join me at the bar, won’t you?”
Her tone suggested it was a request, the forceful tugging on Zahn’s hair suggested quite the opposite. Trapping Lyssa’s noggin in a Side Headlock as soon as they were both upright, Winterrest strolled from the sitting area past the central staircase toward a half-length bar done mostly in white with embellishments of black, chrome and glass. “Normally I wouldn’t permit you to sit next to me, but since this is the only time you’ll be here…” Elise ground down on the Headlock and broke into a sprint that took the both of ‘em into Winterrest’s private watering-- “OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Lyssa pressed her right hand to the small of Miss Murder’s back and shoved as hard as she could while simultaneously digging in her heels, an expected adjustment of velocities that cracked the Headlock and sent Winterrest into the curved edge of the bar tummy-first! Striking with a celerity that was all the more impressive considering her recent punishment, Zahn crouched down behind the other brunette, forced her head between Elise’s thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders via an Electric Chair.
“Puuuhhh… put me down, Melissa.” Winterrest grunted. “This is no way for a guest to acWHOOANNNGGHHH!” Lyssa set both hands against Elise’s butt and pushed up and out while simultaneously dipping her head to sling the Queen of the Madhouse down onto the bar face and chest-first!
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMXW98uhpCE
Winterrest bounced up on impact, one hand braced against the bar for support while the checked her face for any significant dam--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNHHHH GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SLURRRRGGGGHHH!”
Not about to grant her foe a reprieve after the punishment she’d endured on and around the couch, Zahn cuffed Elise across the base of the neck with a Forearm Smash, then balled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak’ed three vicious hooks into Winterrest’s liver! The body blows sent shivers through Miss Murder’s lithesome frame, but she was still far too vertical for Zahn’s liking so she treated herself to a double handful of hair and SLAMMED her forehead down on the smooth marble of the bar!
“Get away from you?” Lyssa huffed as she traded one of her handholds for a taunting grip on Winterrest’s briefs. “Why would I do that, this tour’s just getting interesting! In fact, this is quite a spread you’ve got behind the bar. Hey, is that Jaeger?”
As civil as one could be after getting her skull bounced a few times, Elise muttered, “F*ck no. Do I look like a sorority pledGHHRRRRGHH!”
Lyssa hooked the stunned brunette’s left arm in a Half Nelson and used it in tandem with her trunk grip to muscle Winterrest into a facedown sprawl on the bar. “Pretty sure I saw some Jaeger down there at the far end.” Zahn gave Elise’s waistband a sharp little tug as she inspected the various bottles on the wall behind the counter. “And damn, I wish there was some proper saloon music playing. Oh well, I’m sure someone will add it for me before the night is over.”
Elise blurted something that was almost certainly a protestation of Lyssa’s plans, that’s why the Social Media Superstar paid it no mind and simply walked the full length of the bar while still hooked onto Winterrest by togs and tresses! That meant Elise went along for a squeaking, squealing ride that while admittedly less abrasive than a similar trip down say, a ring apron, still ended in blunt force trauma when Zahn THWHUNKED the crown of Elise’s skull against the wall!
“That… was quite satisfying.” Zahn admitted over the soft sounds of Winterrest’s groaning. “And hey, there IS Jaeger! Stay here, loser.” She swatted the Icy Manipulator’s rump to ensure Elise knew she was the loser in question before hurrying back to the other end of the bar so she could dip around behind. “Sure I can’t get you anything?” Zahn spoke to Winterrest but her eyes were everywhere as she tried to figure out the best way to punish her rival in their current surroundings. “What does a black-hearted bytch like you prefer? Wait, let me guess. White wine, something dry and--”
“Just make yourself a Shirley Temple and shut the f*ck up you nattering poseWHOOAHHNNNGGGHHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a chick who was facedown and sniveling before she’d had a single drink, Lyssa put her hands on Zahn’s right shoulder and hip and shoved her off the bar to hit the floor flat on her back!
“Good lord!” Carpenter exclaimed as he hurried over to check on the prone battler.
Keeping an ear attuned to any shouting from Al with regards to head wounds, Lyssa found a shot glass, grabbed the bottle of Jaeger and poured herself a healthy slug. “She bleeding from the head, Carpenter?” she asked Al after downing the liquor.
“What? No. Why?” “Because I’m coming over there and you’ll probably want to get out of the way.”
Satisfied that Winterrest was still quite capable of defending herself despite the ugly fall, the referee stepped back from the action right about the time Lyssa climbed onto the bar. “Thanks for the drink, Elsie.” she chided. “I’d tell you to start a tab, but this place is about to be under new management anyway so…” Lyssa hopped off and kicked both legs up to waist level to ensure every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THUMPED down ass-first atop Winterrest’s sternum!
ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym5UOHX5QaI
Caught at the epicenter of a megaton Zahn Bomb, Elise’s legs were blown sky high, then brought back down to earth when the TikTok Terror hooked ‘em both behind the knees and leaaaaaned forward to trap her in a rough Matchbook that had Al Carpenter swooping in to slap out a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest twisted her hips to prize Lyssa loose from her seat with half a second to spare. “Oh, you’re still with us, Elsie?” Zahn hooked her fingers around the other brunette’s shoulder-straps and tugged her upright with several rough yanks. “Let’s take this discussion somewhere else, hmmh?”
Lyssa took Winterrest’s chin between thumb and forefinger to force some teasing eye contact as she led the Icy Manipulator away from the bar area toward a door on the far wall. “Looks like you’re almost out on your feet already, maybe some walking will clear that nasty little headdddrrrhhh!”
Winterrest grabbed hold of Zahn’s hair, wrenched her head backward and then dragged her nails down the Social Media Superstar’s cheek. “Yuuhh… you could improve the situation dramatically by not breathing in my face.” she hissed. “Actually, why don’t you just stop breathNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa took Elise’s breath away with a vengeful Kneelift to the crotch!
“YOU could improve the situation by begging for mercy.” Zahn cooed. “Wanna try?”
“Kiss my assSSEERRRHH!”
Zahn moved aside, stormed over to the door and BOUNCED Elise’s noggin hard enough to make it jostle in its frame. Winterrest stumbled away from the collision, thus allowing Lyssa to grab the knob and throw it open. A single glimpse showed her tastefully mounted wall lights and what looked like glass display cases, but with the First Degree Femme Fatale there wasn’t time for a full perusal. Lunging after Elise to snag a huge handful of hair, Lyssa reeled the Lady of the House back to the door, then spun her around in a half circle and slapped on a tight Bear Hug.
“Let’s see what’s behind door number one, bytch.” Winterrest already knew, which explained her grunt of protest the instant before Zahn popped her hips and hurled the other brunette ass over teakettle with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that THWHUMPED her down somewhere on what sounded like a carpeted floor.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qs2LV88xLI
Rolling onto her stomach in the wake of the throw, Lyssa crawled through the door and found herself in what looked like… an art gallery? “Holy f*ck, I was joking about the ugly abstract art and it still would’ve been better than this.” Her initial impression was an art gallery and that was at least partially true, but each display featured a large, high resolution photograph of Elise tormenting or looming over a hapless opponent. Shea London, Estrina Starfire and Veronica Treymane all made appearances, Mallory Slade and Lenore Lemarchand were both well represented, yet Zahn wasn’t at all surprised to see her own pained countenance in the bulk of the material.
“Huuuuhhhh…how do you like my Wall of Shame, Melissa?” Winterrest giggled as she fought to all fours. “Carries a bit more weight seeing it as something tangible instead of a collection of zeroes and ones, doesn’t NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa sprinted across the carpet and bounced a Kneelift offa Elise’s temple to knock her sprawling. “It’s a biased monument to tacky self-aggrandizing.” Zahn snarled. “Which means it’s a perfect reflection of the curator… and that I’ve got no qualms tearing it down once you’ve been evicted.”
Quite eager to hand Winterrest her walking papers, Lyssa circled around to the fallen brunette’s head, plunged both hands into her hair and rudely scraped her off the carpet. Shoving a shoulder into Elise’s tummy as soon as she was upright, Lyssa dipped her knees and drew Miss Murder into a Fireman’s Carry that earned a loud cheer from the remote-viewing Cellar Dwellers. “Take all the pictures you can!” Zahn told her fans via the nearest camera. “One of them is destined to be the last known photograph of this nasty bytcHHEEERRRGGGGHH!”
In no mood to lend herself to any of the Tweeting Tyrant’s gaudy theatrics, Winterrest bashed a pair of rough elbows into her attacker’s temple, then shaped that hand into a talon and dragged her nails across Lyssa’s eyes! This bit of nastiness allowed Elise to slip off the other brunette’s shoulders and land directly behind, whereupon reaching she plunged her hands into Zahn’s hair and dropped to a seat simultaneously pulling down with all her might! The New Yorker landed flush on the back of her head and shoulders, the force of it shooting both legs up far enough for Elise to lean forward and catch her challenger’s ankles.
SIT-OUT HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2_XFhB-0oo
Al noted the pinning predicament and moved in to count it out only to cringe along with the rest of the audience when Winterrest drew back her right leg and THUMPED a ruthless heel into the juncture of Zahn’s thighs!
“Gaaaaaahhhh…f*cking hateful piece of trash!” Lyssa sobbed as she curled up on one side with both hands pressed to her briefs. “You’ll f*cking pay for thatMMMMHHHH!”
Winterrest rolled the TikTok Terror onto her back, sidled forward and planted her tush on Zahn’s nose! “Here’s my first installment, bytch.” Elise clenched her cheeks and gouged a claw deep into Lyssa’s gulping tummy while Carpenter counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
Zahn set her hands to those encroaching glutes and shoved Winterrest away to keep herself in contention for ownership of the Madhouse. “I… I don’t know how you do it.” Lyssa gaped after she’d wiped a hand across her smudged features. “How does an ass that flat have so much sagGUUUFFHHH!”
Elise hopped up and skewered Zahn’s tummy with a quick Double Stomp, then skipped off and snapped backward while bringing both knees to her chest to CRUSH Lyssa’s gut with a Senton! “Oh sweet Melissa, I thought you were better than this.” Winterrest’s trademark icy confidence had back full force now that Zahn was retching and clutching her gut. “I know that the façade of ‘Influencer’ is built on lies, but the BEST lies are built on truth and as your recent muffled rooting proves, my ass is neither flat or saggy.”
This assertion brought no response from Zahn, so Winterrest took hold of the other wrestler’s ears and treated them to a sharp twist that proved quite useful in hastening her return to verticality. Not full verticality, mind you. Far as Elise Winterrest was concerned, Lyssa Zahn wouldn’t be holding her head high for the rest of the evening and perhaps not for some time to come. Trapping Lyssa’s head under her left armpit, Elise butterflied her rival’s arms, then clasped her own hands between Zahn’s shoulders to ensure she was fully under the sway of the Icy Manipulator.
“I know you can’t see much beyond the floor at the moment.” Elise told Lyssa as she padded them over to a spot near the far end of the gallery. “You’re missing some exquisite shots, most of them featuring my so called rivals reduced to bloody helplessness.
“Huuuhhhh… how many shots from New YearSNGH!”
Miss Murder stuffed a Kneelift into the pit of Zahn’s tummy, then backpedaled to a blank stretch of wall and drove the crown of her opponent’s skull into the plaster! Doing so didn’t feel the greatest on Elise’s vertebrae, but she endured the ache and surged forward to put some space between them and the wall. “You will learn to censor yourself on certain topics, Melissa.” she growled. “Even if it requires wiring your jaw shut!” Always happy to prove the weight of her threats, Winterrest bent her knees and popped her hips to sling Zahn up and over into a THWHUMPING collision with the bare wall!
This architectural interruption of the Double Underhook Suplex didn’t make things any easier for Lyssa, in fact it might’ve worsened her circumstances because she was still in the Icy Manipulator’s grasp when she bounced off and dropped back to the previous arrangement. Elise changed things up as soon as Zahn touched down, the black-clad brunette trading her hooks for a simple Front Facelock more than adequate to the task of controlling her adversary. Catching a handful of Lyssa’s waistband even as she spun the both of ‘em around in a half circle, Elise laid out on her back to THUNK the Social Media Superstar’s forehead into the carpet with a Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQjO4Itzp-s
Powerful though it was, the head-drop didn’t tumble Lyssa onto her back, so Winterrest shot the Half Nelson and did the shoveling herself so she could swing a leg over the other brunette’s head and take another cheeky seat atop Zahn’s mug! Catching hold of Zahn’s wrists before she could even attempt to shove her way to freedom, Elise stuffed those wriggling hands against Lyssa’s tummy and waggled her hips from side to side while Al and the Cellar Dwellers tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa planted her feet and bridged up as high as she could while simultaneously twisting her hips to the left to break the count and the Face Sit with half a second to spare! “Well Melissa, you may be a terrible person, but you make a wonderful seat.” Winterrest noted with a sly smile. “The constant wriggling is a teensy bit obnoxious, but I think that will die down soon.”
“Thuu… that’s where you’re wrong, f*ck face.” Zahn grunted as she struggled to clear the cobwebs. “It’s gonna be nonstop wriggling when I’m grinding your goddamned nose Offfgghhh!”
Elise grabbed a double handful of hair, yanked Lyssa to a seat and immediately bounced the back of her skull against the floor once, twice, three times! “How dare you speak so inelegantly in the gallery.” Winterrest sneered as she hauled the knock-kneed battler to her feet. “If you’re going to spout such filth I’ll have ask you to leave.”
Drawing Zahn down into a tight Side Headlock, Elise strolled over to the wall, forced Lyssa’s head against the plaster and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaag her along as she headed for a discrete door in the far corner. “Don’t start lagging behind now, Algernon.” Winterrest called without actually looking at the zebra. “The grand finale is just about to starWHOOAANNNNGGGHH!”
Rather than fight the Headlock, Zahn looped her right arm around Miss Murder’s midsection and set her left hand against the back of her attacker’s left thigh. Just like that she gathered her reserves and muscled Winterrest onto her right shoulder, then swung ‘er back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to DRIVE the bony joint into Elise’s tailbone!
Stood up on tiptoe by the Atomic Drop, Winterrest went to tiptoe out of trouble and found herself drawn back into the lioness’ den when Lyssa snatched her waistband and reapplied her previous hooks. “This door looks a little flimsy, bytch,” Zahn snarled. “Are you sure it’s up to code?” Far too impatient to wait for an answer, Lyssa hoisted Elise onto her shoulder, then charged forward and swung her down not for a repeat Atomic Drop, but to SMASH the Queen of the Madhouse against the door!
Things rattled and shivered (Elise included) but the door held firm, so Zahn pulled her prey aside and opened the door to reveal a narrow staircase headed up. “Shyt, we’ve been here all this time and I forgot there was a second floor!” Lyssa grabbed Elise by the nape of the neck so she could shove her through the doorway and up the stairs. “Don’t bother telling me what’s up here, Elsie. I’ll be happy with anything that gives me a nice view while I’m stomping your flat ass!”
Winterrest caught her balance, turned around and continued on her way, albeit backward. “You’re certainly putting my poor steps through their paces.” she grunted. “Perhaps limit yourself to only ONE bucket of Halloween candy before the matNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa launched herself at the other brunette, caught a handful of hair and started throwing punches at Elise’s mouth and surrounding environs. Winterrest gave as good as she got and for the next twenty seconds the two world-class grapplers abandoned everything they knew in favor of mindless, hateful slugging as they continued up the narrow, winding staircase with Al Carpenter following at a safe distance. After what felt like more twists and turns than should’ve been possible, Lyssa saw dim blue light coming from behind her adversary and started throwing Kneelifts to the midsection to quicken Winterrest’s pace. Elise didn’t much care for the chiding and answered in kind which resulted in another furious exchange that was still going strong when they topped the last step and emerged into dim, blue-lit gloom.
Zahn noted movement off to her left, but didn’t dare take her eyes off Elise until a single well-placed Headbutt to the bridge of the nose dropped Miss Murder to one knee. “Never beat up a bytch in a stairwell before.” Lyssa huffed as she caught her breath. “Thanks for helping me check another item off my bucket list, Els--”
Lyssa trailed off into silence as she glanced toward the glow just in time to watch Veronica Treymane kick her head off her shoulders with a bolt of Chicago Lightning! Pausing in place as she took in the moment from her ill-fated ‘I Quit’ match with the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Lyssa realized they were on a balcony in a good-sized, albeit empty movie theater. Up on the screen, past-her hit the deck and then the view cut to a shot of Olivia Dare wrenching at her chin with a Flipping Chancery. After that it was Lenore catching her with a Super Kick, followed by a Nevermore that left the Social Media Superstar looking up at the rafters for a silent three count.
“Very clever, bytch.” Lyssa’s words were for Elise, but her eyes were still locked on the lowlight reel playing out for an audience of two. “I’ll make sure to return the favor when I’m running the plNGH! NGH! UUUNNHHHH FAAAAAHK!”
The penitent Mainer pounded a pair of quick right hands into Zahn’s tummy, then gripped a hip in each hand and jerked her forward while DRIVING a Headbutt into Lyssa’s crotch! The Low Blow brought Zahn’s knees together with an audible thud but her legs didn’t fail even when Winterrest grabbed a wrist and used the challenger to clamber to her feet.
“Shuuuu…shouldn’t let yourself get distracted by the previews, Melissa.” she growled. “Not when you‘re in the middle of a snuff film!”
Doubling down on the Wristlock once she was on her feet, Winterrest stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung the TikTok Terror down the narrow aisle in front of the first row of seatNO! Not about to let Lyssa out of her grasp, Elise yanked her back the way she’d came, then stuffed her hands against the other brunette’s midriff and shot up on tiptoe to launch her foe high into the air. The Cellar Dwellers gasped in horror at the prospect of Winterrest hurling her opponent into the lower deck, fortunately Lyssa’s descent proved much shorter even if it did end with Miss Murder BURYING a hellacious punt between Zahn’s thighs!
“UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Lyssa burbled in nauseated anguish and she would’ve crumpled on the spot if Winterrest hadn’t welcomed her into a loose Bear Hug. “I hope you enjoy tonight’s show, Melissa.” she purred in the other brunette’s ear. “It has been known to cause night terrors and lingering depression among the weaker members of the audience, but I’m sure you’ll do--”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck off.” Lyssa held on to Elise as tight as she could as she tried to make her legs work again. “You don’t scare me. You’ve never scared--”
Winterrest crouched down, wrapped her arms around Zahn’s upper thighs and muscled her up and out, so that the brunettes formed a near ninety degree angle with Lyssa stretched out full length several feet above the ground. She hung there for a heartbeat or two before the Icy Manipulator brought her back down and went to one knee to THWHUMP her rival’s aching undercarriage with a truly ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop!
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Watching from afar didn’t stop the Cellar Dwellers from groaning in sympathetic anguish, though their ‘oooofffffhs’ turned to ‘OOOHHHHHS!’ when Elise sprang up from her devious genuflection, caught Zahn’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to DRIVE her opponent’s face into the floor courtesy a blink and you’ll miss it Cutter! Planted like a tent spike, Zahn stayed upright for a full second before gravity took over and she flopped onto her back.
CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOO6naUxeTA
Cringing over the hellacious impact, Al moved forward in anticipation of a cover, then stopped in his tracks when Winterrest rolled the other brunette back to her stomach. Set on her knees by the challenger’s left shoulder, the Wolf of Winter took hold of Lyssa’s left wrist, stretched that arm out full length and neatly scissored it between her thighs. Once that was done she laid claim to Zahn’s right arm and wrenched it backward so she could pin it beneath her left bicep. With her right hand free to do whatever it liked, Elise smacked Lyssa’s cheeks a few times, then pinched her nostrils between thumb and forefinger and pressed her palm over the Tweeting Tyrant’s mouth in an inescapable smother! Eyelids fluttering as the lack of air brought her around, Lyssa began to struggle and groan as Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Double Armbar.
“Don’t waste any precious oxygen on sobbing, Melissa.” Elise teased as the back of the other brunette’s head smacked against the plank of her thigh. “Best try to make your submission known before you slip into unconsciousness, have you tried pleading with your eyes?”
Zahn did nothing of the sort, instead she kicked and bucked and twisted her head from side to side in a desperate attempt to clear her airways. But Elise refused to let go, her white-knuckled fingers just digging into Lyssa’s cheeks to deny her even the tiniest bit of-- a ragged, wheezing GASP from the New Yorker when Winterrest removed her muzzle without so much as a word of warning! Alas this unexpected show of mercy turned out to be very much in keeping with Elise’s character as she immediately curled her smotherin’ hand into a claw and jammed it into Lyssa’s opened mouth!
FROSTBITE @ 00:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTB0hygkEvI
“HHHUURRRGGGHHHHH!” Zahn fought even harder but with both arms trapped behind her and no ropes to reach a foot for, there was nowhere for her to go. Winterrest knew this and worked the hold with insidious patience, Miss Murder just digging hooked fingers into the soft flesh under Lyssa’s tongue while yanking her head back and forth to put more and more strain on her neck.
“You’ve delayed the inevitable long enough, Melissa.” Elise murmured. “A whole year, in fact. But now the time has come for you to SUBMIT!” She bore down that much harder, the Icy Manipulator straining in all directions to separate Lyssa’s shoulders and tear her jaw off all in one fell swoop.
Disliking the angle of Zahn’s neck more and more with each passing second, Al dropped to one knee and asked, “Tell me something, Lyssa. Just say the word and--”
“Nuuuhhh! NNNNHHHH!” Lyssa muttered her denial because she couldn’t shake her head. “NHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Elise bore down on the claw while simultaneously puuuuuuuusssshing up on her foe’s chin to crank her neck at an awful angle. Lyssa held on for another ten seconds before she was racked by a fit of violent coughing and several thin rills of blood spilled over Elise’s fingers and down her chin. “Guhhv.” she groaned miserably. “Aye guuuhvvhuup. Luuuuhhhgoooooooo!”
That was more than enough for Al to call for the bell, Elise however did not break her grip on the Frostbite until the Announcer’s voice spoke from the gloom. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… ELISE WINTERREST!”
The proclamation made Elise smile, but it didn’t earn Lyssa her freedom. In fact the winner squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder while shaking her prey’s head back and forth! Huffing and slobbering around the inescapable claw, Zahn struggled on for another ten seconds before she let out a wheezy whimper and went still.
“Let her go, Elise.” Al told the Queen of the Madhouse. “You won, ok? The Madhouse is still yours, so just let her go.”
Winterrest extracted the Mandible Claw and wiped those spit-shined fingers clean on her opponent’s cheeks. “This place is mine until I don’t want it anymore, Algernon.” Elise corrected the official after she’d grabbed a handful of hair and shifted to one knee. “And I’m not content to simply repel challengers. No, I mean to break them either physically, mentally, or in the case of sweet Melissa, both.”
Burying her other hand Zahn’s battle-damp hair, Elise got to her feet, then scraped Lyssa off the floor and dumped her into a front row seat. “Check on her if you must.” Elise told Al as she used Zahn’s chin to set her head at the perfect angle. “But she doesn’t go anywhere until she wakes up and realizes she’s the Madhouse’s first two-time loser.”
Quiet now, Winterrest took a step back to study her handiwork, then nodded in satisfaction.
“You’ll never see the inside of this place again, Melissa.” she murmured. “But I promise you’ll play a crucial role in my interior decoration choices going forward. Oh, and before I forget…” she drew back a hand and CRAAACKED a wicked Bytch Slap across the other brunette’s cheek. “All hail the Queen of the Madhouse, you piece of shyt.”
Deed secure for another year, Winterrest blew a kiss to the camera, then strutted out of view to leave the FAWNatics with a view of Al Carpenter moving in to check on a softly stirring Lyssa Zahn.
Room for one more.
The camera bobbled in place so the viewers could read and contemplate the sign, which most were still doing when the door shut with a loud groan and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Be My Victim
At this point the only way out was through, so the camera barged its way through in search of the Wolf who ruled the Madhouse
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The walls, which had been dark paneled wood on all previous visits, had been removed in favor of smooth white plaster, giving the space an ominously limitless feel. Gone also was the dark carpet, in its place was equally bright white tile, the expanse of which was occasionally broken by an area rug in black, red or some combination thereof. To the left of the central staircase was a full sized bar done in black marble and chrome with a trio of stools done in dark polished wood and topped with crimson cushions. The right of the stairs was the only sign of actual warmth, a glassed-in fireplace flanked by a trio of deep red couches arranged in a U shape. On the floor between these couches and the fireplace was a white rug emblazoned with nonsense patterns of red and black. Closer inspection revealed a method to the madness, with the black forming the outlines of several bodies sprawled at awkward angles while the red suggested the contents that’d leaked therefrom. The camera was about to pan toward the rumbling double doors lurking past the fireplace, but the arrival of Al Carpenter drew its attention back to the foyer. As calm, cool, and collected as one could manage for this particular encounter, the lanky official nodded to the camera before shifting his focus to the front door.
Lenore opened her mouth to answer, then shut it when the Announcer interrupted with, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with the winner being crowned Queen of the Madhouse until All Hallows Evil 2022. Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, please welcome LYSSA ZAHN!”
LYSSA ZAHNl
The Cellar Dwellers (who actually resided a few floors above this particular abode) offered up a mostly positive reaction that probably would’ve irritated Zahn to no end if she’d actually been able to hear it. But the space was eerily quiet until the great doors were thrown open with an appropriately gothic screeeeeeeeeeeeee and the woman in question strode into the Queen’s Chambers for the second time in as many years. Eyes darting around the interior even before she crossed the threshold, Lyssa strode in, spotted the official and looked disappointed.
“What the hell, Al. Where’s Fugsly Adams?” Zahn asked as she padded over to Carpenter.
“Hi Lyssa, it’s nice to see you too. What’s that? Oh, you’re more than welcome. Nothing I love more than overseeing the matches no one else will touch with a twenty foot pole.”
Not used to this level of snark from the zebra, Lyssa arched an eyebrow. “Where’d that come from, string-bean? Jenny steal all the root beer barrels again?”
Al grimaced, shook his head. “I hate this place. The new décor doesn’t help. It’s like there’s nothing in here, yet it still hurts to look anywhere for more than a few seconds.”
“Yes, that’s precisely the idea.” said a cool, amused voice from somewhere on the stairs. “Now if you’d be so kind as to stop your babbling, I’m due proper introduction.”
Rolling her eyes even as Al shut up, Zahn strode to the base of the stairs to ensure the lady of the house wouldn’t couldn’t pounce on her while the Announcer did his job. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is Miss Murder… ELISE WINTERREST!”
ELISE WINTERREST:
Elise tilted her head back and smiled serenely as her name echoed through the Queen’s Chambers. When it had faded, the brunette turned her attention to Lyssa and resumed her glide down the stairs. For tonight’s defense of the prize she’d won last AHE, the Icy Manipulator wore a matched set of fog gray bra and panties embellished with fine black lace at the waistband and across the cups. Knee-high stockings completed the elegant, ominous look.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs in silence, Winterrest took a step toward Zahn and Lyssa mirrored her, the proud brunettes almost going nose to nose before Carpenter stepped between them Lyssa grimaced at the intrusion, but stepped back and raised her hands until the ref could deliver last minute instructions to her opposition. Once that was done, she pulled her gaze from the eerily sterile surroundings to focus on the mistress of the house, Lyssa said, “Good lord, bytch, what did you do to this place? Brewster and Lemarchand might’ve gone a little heavy on the kitsch, but it had personality. This though?” Zahn swept an arm over her surroundings to indicate the new look of the Madhouse. “This is a minimalist bore. I would’ve at least expected some ugly abstract sculpture from a sadist like you.”
Hands on her hips, Winterrest let her gaze flit around the grand hall before honing in on the mouthy intruder. “Do you really think I’m going to explain my decisions to someone who’s artistic aspirations begin and end with meme NFT’s? If you MUST know, these changes are the results of a concentrated effort to remove all traces of the former occupants. This place is MINE and it reflects my tastes perf--”
“Bullshyt.” Lyssa interrupted. “Your name’s not on the deed. You’re here by squatter’s rights at best and outright fraud at worst.”
Elise smirked and walked toward the challenger, her stockinged feet making soft padding noises on the tile floor. Zahn raised her hands and moved to meet the other brunette but she wasn’t at all surprised when Winterrest adjusted her angle and began to circle. “Surely you’re not still holding a grudge over last year?” the Icy Manipulator scoffed as Lyssa stalked her around the gleaming white expanse. “Need I remind you just how close you were to succumbing to the Raven’s odious machinations? If not for my timely intervention she would’ve made you submit AND added your briefs to the tacky little collection that used to occupy the mantle. Instead you got to keep your clothes and your consciousness but still you insist on challenging me. Still you took that bytch’s side.”
Winterrest glided around a sleek white couch and came to a stop in front of the roaring (albeit carefully screened) fireplace. “You’re going to suffer for that choice, Zahn. And in doing so you will help contribute a pop of color to the interior. Mostly red, I believe.”
Lyssa’s eyes narrowed, her pace quickened and her fingers curled into claws in anticipation of finding Elise’s hair. “You should’ve let us finish our business, bytch.” she growled. “But I’m happy to help you paint the walls of this boring shyt-box.”
The threat was still on her lips when she lunged forward and buried both hands in her rival’s long hair! Hardly one to let such aggression go unanswered, Winterrest snagged her own hair-hold and promptly upped the ante by whipping Lyssa’s head from side to side! “Meddling piece of trash!” Elise hissed as the began to stagger and stamp in an angry little circle. “You think breaking a phone was the worst thing I could do to you? You have no idea what I’ve got in store for RRRRHHHH!”
Zahn answered with some equally vicious tugging, then halved her grip so she could slap Winterrest’s face a few times before grabbing hold of Elise’s right breast and squeezing as hard as she could! “Save your threats for blonde ingénues, f*ck-face.” Lyssa cooed. “I’ve felt that perky little nose of yours ground between my cheeks enough to ensure you don’t scare mEAAIIIIEEE!”
Always happy to answer a slap with a shank, Miss Murder reached down with one hand, snagged the front of Zahn’s red briefs and yanked it up several inches north of her navel! In the next instant she abandoned the other brunette’s hair entirely so she could drag that hand from the small of Lyssa’s back to between her shoulders no less than six times. This was followed by an equally mean-spirited yank on the challenger’s rear waistband, Winterrest clearly willing to give Zahn a chance to work jugg if it meant she could saw her rival in half from underneath.
“Fate has been exceedingly kind to you in our previous encounters, Lyssa Zahn.” Elise cooed as her wicked work forced the other brunette onto tiptoe. “That ends tonight. YOU end toniGHHHRRRHH!”
The Social Media Superstar did some doubling down of her own, Lyssa clamping her claws onto the other brunette’s breasts with white-knuckle ferocity. “I got your number, beeyotch.” Zahn continued to knead and gouge, her well-manicured nails hooking behind the cups of Winterrest’s bra in a grip that threatened to leave the brunette stripped to the waist less than three minutes after the opening bell. “I whooped your ass in the ring, now I’m going to ruin it in the MadhousSSGGHH!”
Talons be damned, Elise endured the prospect of forceful stripping long enough to pump a pair of Kneelifts into Lyssa’s navel. Zahn grunted, stumbled back, then let out a startled little yelp when the Wolf of Winter used that double-fisted grip on her bottoms to sling the challenger onto the featureless white couch set in front of the fire! Ceding her ownership of Lyssa’s briefs to ensure she didn’t lose her balance when the other brunette landed on the couch, Elise braced both hands against the top of the backrest to keep her steady through the half dozen knees she THUMPED into Zahn’s ribs!
Grimacing with each fresh impact, the Tweeting Tyrant abandoned her jugg work so she could cover her midsection with one hand and swipe at Elise’s knee with the other. Far from impressed by these meager defenses, Winterrest stuffed a few more home before she grabbed hold of Lyssa’s wrists and pinned them against the armrest. “I’m afraid you’ve overestimated your importance in tonight’s festivities, Zahn.” With the poseur’s arms out of the way, Elise was free to climb onto the couch, or rather Lyssa herself, Winterrest making a point to bury her right knee in the pit of Zahn’s stomach as she climbed aboard. “The only thing you’ll accomplish tonight is becoming the answer to a trivia question. Name the only woman to lose back to back Queen’s Chamber matches!”
Several seconds of roughhouse bouncing drove Elise’s encroaching knee even deeper into Lyssa’s tummy, thus ensuring the usually vocal grappler couldn’t do much more than wheeze when the Icy Manipulator worked her way into an actual straddle. Now that her seat was properly secured, Elise brought Zahn’s wrists together so she could control them one-handed and thus use her free hand to rake, tear and scrape at the Social Media Superstar’s face and chest!
“My claws are sharper than yours, brat.” Winterrest added a quick slap to the mouth before singling out Zahn’s left breast for more punishment. “As are my instincts, my wits and my wiles. I was going to grant you a sharper tongue, but that’s not true, is it?” Without warning Elise tugged Lyssa’s breast free of its satin confinement, then pinched that nipple between thumb and forefinger to earn a ghastly shriek from her rival!
“SHYTTER!” Zahn strained like a madwoman but wasn’t able to free her wrists from their awkward prison. “I’LL RIP YOU APART FOR OOOWWW!”
Miss Murder snatched hold of Lyssa’s bra, tore it away and stuffed it into her face before setting upon a flurry of alternating nipple twists! “YOU’LL BEG, THAT’S WHAT YOU’LL DO!” No snide teasing from Winterrest now, her tone was nothing but rage and a promise of more pain to come as she welcomed Lyssa to the antechamber of catfight hell. Eventually Elise’s desire to hurt overwhelmed her desire to control and she released Zahn’s hands so she could double down on the teat torment. “This is a long time coming, slut.” Winterrest leaned in close to hiss this revelation into Lyssa’s face. “The Raven and I had a private game, one you had no right to witAAAGHHH F*CK!”
Zahn’s inner catfighter demanded she fight fire with fire, but the colder lizard brain insisted that getting off the couch be her first order of business. Understanding this to be true, she bypassed a retaliatory claw in favor of palming Elise’s head in both hands. Just like that she made her thumbs into hooks and jabbed at the other brunette’s eyes. “Ask her!” Zahn shouted to Al Carpenter without being able to see him. “Ask this little pansy bytch if she wants to give up!”
“F*CK YOU!” Winterrest had already abandoned her attack on Lyssa’s chest to scratch and tear at the challenger’s wrists. “GET YOUR STUBBY LITTLE FINGERS OUT OF MY GAARRRRHHH!”
Not content to attack one facial feature, the Pintrest Pin-Up pulled a thumb away from Elise’s right eye and stuffed it into that nostril instead! “What was that, asshole?” Zahn sounded much happier now that she was imposing her will on Miss Murder. “Are you quitting? Or can I keep playing with your Ms. Potato Head facOOOOWWW SHYT!”
Making the choice to suffer through the nose gouging in hopes of breaking both grips before she needed reconstructive surgery, Winterrest grabbed Lyssa’s other wrist in both hands and squeezed until she felt bones grind! That pressure proved enough to prize the other brunette’s thumb out of her eye, but mere freedom wasn’t enough for Elise so she popped it into her mouth and bit down like she meant to take it off at the knuckle!
Halving her control now that she was actively gnawing on Zahn, Winterrest pressed the palm of her free hand down and Lyssa’s forehead and bore down on an Iron Claw! This earned a breathy groan from Zahn that wasn’t nearly loud enough for Elise, so she began to bounce atop the writhing challenger, Winterrest just DRIVING a knee deep into Lyssa’s tummy while simultaneously crushing her palm onto opposing nose! “Look at you, you’re pathetic!” the Icy Manipulator hissed after she’d spit out Zahn’s chewed thumb. “I knew Lemarchand was carrying you last year! Thank goodness for her petty cruelty, otherwise you never would have made it up the stairs in the first placRRRRGGHHH TRAMP!”
Aware (and hating) that she was dangerously close to overwhelmed, a wheezing Lyssa honed in on the claw trying to smash her nose and managed to pull it away at the cost of some ugly scratches. The thought of chewing on some finger food crossed her mind, but whereas Elise chose to go straight to the source, Zahn preferred something more portable for her snacking needs so she forced Winterrest’s fingers into a splayed ‘V’, then grabbed a half in each hand and pulled in opposite directions!
“Bytch, you keep bringing up your ex’s, I’m going to get offended.” Lyssa giggl-rasped in the midst of trying to snap those strained extremities. “But don’t worry, I know some tricks that will make you forget all about heRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The Icy Manipulator pulled her knee out of Zahn’s midsection only to drive it into the center of her opponent’s briefs with a low, nauseating THUMP! “Fear not sweet trash, you hold pride of place in my mind tonight!” Elise cooed down at her breathless opposition even as she continued to grrrrriiiiiiiind the bony joint against her undercarriage. Sensing a meddling presence closer than she preferred, Miss Murder recaptured Zahn’s wrists and battered them against the armrest half a dozen times before glancing to Carpenter.
“Ask her. And make sure she enunciates clearly. It’s too early for mindless sobbing.”
Noticeably concerned by the punishment his charges had already unleashed upon one another, the official moved around to the front of the couch and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Lyssa? Need me to call it?”
The TikTok Terror shook her head ‘no’ for Al, then locked eyes with Elise and very clearly said, “Go. Eat. A. Bag. Of. DicFAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Winterrest stuffed a final Kneelift between her rival’s legs to ensure Lyssa had more, ahem, pressing concerns when the First Degree Femme Fatale buried both hands in Zahn’s hair and hauled her upright. Reeling the New Yorker into a Front Facelock, Winterrest pivoted so Lyssa’s back was to the couch, then slung the near arm across her shoulders and used her free hand to snatch a grip on her foe’s waistband.
“You will kindly watch your mouth as long as you are a guest in my house, Melissa. If such a demand is too taxing…” Elise dipped her knees and muscled Lyssa directly overhead, which prompted an audible gasp from Carpenter as well as the Cellar Dwellers who feared any sort of Suplex would smash Zahn’s legs through the fireplace barric-- the Malicious Mainer stepped forward and swung Lyssa back the way she’d came to THAWHUMP the other brunette gut-first atop the backrest! “You can always eat shyt and die.” Elise chirped over Zahn’s nauseated retching. “And please, please, please, try not to vomit all over my brand new couch.”
Circling around behind the gut-shot grappler, Winterrest grabbed Lyssa by the scruff of the neck and straightened her up just to bend her backward into an Inverted Facelock. No Dragon Sleeper or Starfire-style Pit Smother was this, the Wolf of Winter used the grasp to back the Social Media Superstar away from the couch. Another rough grip on Zahn’s orange waistband meant even more stress and distension, not that Lyssa ever noticed the light sting in comparison to her kinked neck and roiling gut.
“If you HAVE to be sick, at least do so on the tiles. They’re much easier to clean.”
Happy to prove as such to any doubtful idiots, Winterrest gathered her strength before muscling Zahn up, over and down, the trapped brunette crashing down on the cool tool with a heavy, somehow damp THWHAP! Lyssa gagged, went to curl in on herself and got rolled onto her back instead. Leverage be damned, Elise made a point of taking her seat on the Tweeting Tyrant’s tummy instead of her chest. Hands on her knees, Winterrest made a point to bounce in place with Carpenter’s count of…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBqUn8c2QEg
ONE…
TWO…
Zahn twisted onto her right shoulder and hip to break the pin, but not the straddle.
“Tell me, Melissa. Is that nauseated expression plastered across your face the result of my brilliant offense or the dawning realization that you have no f*cking chance of taking this place from me?”
“Nuuuhhh… neither.” Zahn started squirming in an effort to get out from under the lady of the (Mad)house. “It’s that couch. Smells like farts and that tacky perfume you’re always NGH!”
Elise put a stop to that slander by grabbing a handful of Lyssa’s hair and THUNKING her head against the floor. “I believe that’s your own flop sweat you’re smelling, dear. It’s as disgusting as you say, and I don’t appreciate you bringing such filth to my home. Perhaps,” Winterrest raised an index finger and tapped her chin thoughtfully, “perhaps a walking tour will settle your nerves and your stomach. Even if it doesn’t I could use a stiff drink to dull that awful reek. Please, join me at the bar, won’t you?”
Her tone suggested it was a request, the forceful tugging on Zahn’s hair suggested quite the opposite. Trapping Lyssa’s noggin in a Side Headlock as soon as they were both upright, Winterrest strolled from the sitting area past the central staircase toward a half-length bar done mostly in white with embellishments of black, chrome and glass. “Normally I wouldn’t permit you to sit next to me, but since this is the only time you’ll be here…” Elise ground down on the Headlock and broke into a sprint that took the both of ‘em into Winterrest’s private watering-- “OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Lyssa pressed her right hand to the small of Miss Murder’s back and shoved as hard as she could while simultaneously digging in her heels, an expected adjustment of velocities that cracked the Headlock and sent Winterrest into the curved edge of the bar tummy-first! Striking with a celerity that was all the more impressive considering her recent punishment, Zahn crouched down behind the other brunette, forced her head between Elise’s thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders via an Electric Chair.
“Puuuhhh… put me down, Melissa.” Winterrest grunted. “This is no way for a guest to acWHOOANNNGGHHH!” Lyssa set both hands against Elise’s butt and pushed up and out while simultaneously dipping her head to sling the Queen of the Madhouse down onto the bar face and chest-first!
ELECTRIC CHAIR FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMXW98uhpCE
Winterrest bounced up on impact, one hand braced against the bar for support while the checked her face for any significant dam--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNHHHH GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SLURRRRGGGGHHH!”
Not about to grant her foe a reprieve after the punishment she’d endured on and around the couch, Zahn cuffed Elise across the base of the neck with a Forearm Smash, then balled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak’ed three vicious hooks into Winterrest’s liver! The body blows sent shivers through Miss Murder’s lithesome frame, but she was still far too vertical for Zahn’s liking so she treated herself to a double handful of hair and SLAMMED her forehead down on the smooth marble of the bar!
“Get away from you?” Lyssa huffed as she traded one of her handholds for a taunting grip on Winterrest’s briefs. “Why would I do that, this tour’s just getting interesting! In fact, this is quite a spread you’ve got behind the bar. Hey, is that Jaeger?”
As civil as one could be after getting her skull bounced a few times, Elise muttered, “F*ck no. Do I look like a sorority pledGHHRRRRGHH!”
Lyssa hooked the stunned brunette’s left arm in a Half Nelson and used it in tandem with her trunk grip to muscle Winterrest into a facedown sprawl on the bar. “Pretty sure I saw some Jaeger down there at the far end.” Zahn gave Elise’s waistband a sharp little tug as she inspected the various bottles on the wall behind the counter. “And damn, I wish there was some proper saloon music playing. Oh well, I’m sure someone will add it for me before the night is over.”
Elise blurted something that was almost certainly a protestation of Lyssa’s plans, that’s why the Social Media Superstar paid it no mind and simply walked the full length of the bar while still hooked onto Winterrest by togs and tresses! That meant Elise went along for a squeaking, squealing ride that while admittedly less abrasive than a similar trip down say, a ring apron, still ended in blunt force trauma when Zahn THWHUNKED the crown of Elise’s skull against the wall!
“That… was quite satisfying.” Zahn admitted over the soft sounds of Winterrest’s groaning. “And hey, there IS Jaeger! Stay here, loser.” She swatted the Icy Manipulator’s rump to ensure Elise knew she was the loser in question before hurrying back to the other end of the bar so she could dip around behind. “Sure I can’t get you anything?” Zahn spoke to Winterrest but her eyes were everywhere as she tried to figure out the best way to punish her rival in their current surroundings. “What does a black-hearted bytch like you prefer? Wait, let me guess. White wine, something dry and--”
“Just make yourself a Shirley Temple and shut the f*ck up you nattering poseWHOOAHHNNNGGGHHHH!”
Not about to take sass from a chick who was facedown and sniveling before she’d had a single drink, Lyssa put her hands on Zahn’s right shoulder and hip and shoved her off the bar to hit the floor flat on her back!
“Good lord!” Carpenter exclaimed as he hurried over to check on the prone battler.
Keeping an ear attuned to any shouting from Al with regards to head wounds, Lyssa found a shot glass, grabbed the bottle of Jaeger and poured herself a healthy slug. “She bleeding from the head, Carpenter?” she asked Al after downing the liquor.
“What? No. Why?” “Because I’m coming over there and you’ll probably want to get out of the way.”
Satisfied that Winterrest was still quite capable of defending herself despite the ugly fall, the referee stepped back from the action right about the time Lyssa climbed onto the bar. “Thanks for the drink, Elsie.” she chided. “I’d tell you to start a tab, but this place is about to be under new management anyway so…” Lyssa hopped off and kicked both legs up to waist level to ensure every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THUMPED down ass-first atop Winterrest’s sternum!
ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym5UOHX5QaI
Caught at the epicenter of a megaton Zahn Bomb, Elise’s legs were blown sky high, then brought back down to earth when the TikTok Terror hooked ‘em both behind the knees and leaaaaaned forward to trap her in a rough Matchbook that had Al Carpenter swooping in to slap out a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Winterrest twisted her hips to prize Lyssa loose from her seat with half a second to spare. “Oh, you’re still with us, Elsie?” Zahn hooked her fingers around the other brunette’s shoulder-straps and tugged her upright with several rough yanks. “Let’s take this discussion somewhere else, hmmh?”
Lyssa took Winterrest’s chin between thumb and forefinger to force some teasing eye contact as she led the Icy Manipulator away from the bar area toward a door on the far wall. “Looks like you’re almost out on your feet already, maybe some walking will clear that nasty little headdddrrrhhh!”
Winterrest grabbed hold of Zahn’s hair, wrenched her head backward and then dragged her nails down the Social Media Superstar’s cheek. “Yuuhh… you could improve the situation dramatically by not breathing in my face.” she hissed. “Actually, why don’t you just stop breathNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa took Elise’s breath away with a vengeful Kneelift to the crotch!
“YOU could improve the situation by begging for mercy.” Zahn cooed. “Wanna try?”
“Kiss my assSSEERRRHH!”
Zahn moved aside, stormed over to the door and BOUNCED Elise’s noggin hard enough to make it jostle in its frame. Winterrest stumbled away from the collision, thus allowing Lyssa to grab the knob and throw it open. A single glimpse showed her tastefully mounted wall lights and what looked like glass display cases, but with the First Degree Femme Fatale there wasn’t time for a full perusal. Lunging after Elise to snag a huge handful of hair, Lyssa reeled the Lady of the House back to the door, then spun her around in a half circle and slapped on a tight Bear Hug.
“Let’s see what’s behind door number one, bytch.” Winterrest already knew, which explained her grunt of protest the instant before Zahn popped her hips and hurled the other brunette ass over teakettle with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that THWHUMPED her down somewhere on what sounded like a carpeted floor.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qs2LV88xLI
Rolling onto her stomach in the wake of the throw, Lyssa crawled through the door and found herself in what looked like… an art gallery? “Holy f*ck, I was joking about the ugly abstract art and it still would’ve been better than this.” Her initial impression was an art gallery and that was at least partially true, but each display featured a large, high resolution photograph of Elise tormenting or looming over a hapless opponent. Shea London, Estrina Starfire and Veronica Treymane all made appearances, Mallory Slade and Lenore Lemarchand were both well represented, yet Zahn wasn’t at all surprised to see her own pained countenance in the bulk of the material.
“Huuuuhhhh…how do you like my Wall of Shame, Melissa?” Winterrest giggled as she fought to all fours. “Carries a bit more weight seeing it as something tangible instead of a collection of zeroes and ones, doesn’t NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa sprinted across the carpet and bounced a Kneelift offa Elise’s temple to knock her sprawling. “It’s a biased monument to tacky self-aggrandizing.” Zahn snarled. “Which means it’s a perfect reflection of the curator… and that I’ve got no qualms tearing it down once you’ve been evicted.”
Quite eager to hand Winterrest her walking papers, Lyssa circled around to the fallen brunette’s head, plunged both hands into her hair and rudely scraped her off the carpet. Shoving a shoulder into Elise’s tummy as soon as she was upright, Lyssa dipped her knees and drew Miss Murder into a Fireman’s Carry that earned a loud cheer from the remote-viewing Cellar Dwellers. “Take all the pictures you can!” Zahn told her fans via the nearest camera. “One of them is destined to be the last known photograph of this nasty bytcHHEEERRRGGGGHH!”
In no mood to lend herself to any of the Tweeting Tyrant’s gaudy theatrics, Winterrest bashed a pair of rough elbows into her attacker’s temple, then shaped that hand into a talon and dragged her nails across Lyssa’s eyes! This bit of nastiness allowed Elise to slip off the other brunette’s shoulders and land directly behind, whereupon reaching she plunged her hands into Zahn’s hair and dropped to a seat simultaneously pulling down with all her might! The New Yorker landed flush on the back of her head and shoulders, the force of it shooting both legs up far enough for Elise to lean forward and catch her challenger’s ankles.
SIT-OUT HAIR-PULL MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2_XFhB-0oo
Al noted the pinning predicament and moved in to count it out only to cringe along with the rest of the audience when Winterrest drew back her right leg and THUMPED a ruthless heel into the juncture of Zahn’s thighs!
“Gaaaaaahhhh…f*cking hateful piece of trash!” Lyssa sobbed as she curled up on one side with both hands pressed to her briefs. “You’ll f*cking pay for thatMMMMHHHH!”
Winterrest rolled the TikTok Terror onto her back, sidled forward and planted her tush on Zahn’s nose! “Here’s my first installment, bytch.” Elise clenched her cheeks and gouged a claw deep into Lyssa’s gulping tummy while Carpenter counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
Zahn set her hands to those encroaching glutes and shoved Winterrest away to keep herself in contention for ownership of the Madhouse. “I… I don’t know how you do it.” Lyssa gaped after she’d wiped a hand across her smudged features. “How does an ass that flat have so much sagGUUUFFHHH!”
Elise hopped up and skewered Zahn’s tummy with a quick Double Stomp, then skipped off and snapped backward while bringing both knees to her chest to CRUSH Lyssa’s gut with a Senton! “Oh sweet Melissa, I thought you were better than this.” Winterrest’s trademark icy confidence had back full force now that Zahn was retching and clutching her gut. “I know that the façade of ‘Influencer’ is built on lies, but the BEST lies are built on truth and as your recent muffled rooting proves, my ass is neither flat or saggy.”
This assertion brought no response from Zahn, so Winterrest took hold of the other wrestler’s ears and treated them to a sharp twist that proved quite useful in hastening her return to verticality. Not full verticality, mind you. Far as Elise Winterrest was concerned, Lyssa Zahn wouldn’t be holding her head high for the rest of the evening and perhaps not for some time to come. Trapping Lyssa’s head under her left armpit, Elise butterflied her rival’s arms, then clasped her own hands between Zahn’s shoulders to ensure she was fully under the sway of the Icy Manipulator.
“I know you can’t see much beyond the floor at the moment.” Elise told Lyssa as she padded them over to a spot near the far end of the gallery. “You’re missing some exquisite shots, most of them featuring my so called rivals reduced to bloody helplessness.
“Huuuhhhh… how many shots from New YearSNGH!”
Miss Murder stuffed a Kneelift into the pit of Zahn’s tummy, then backpedaled to a blank stretch of wall and drove the crown of her opponent’s skull into the plaster! Doing so didn’t feel the greatest on Elise’s vertebrae, but she endured the ache and surged forward to put some space between them and the wall. “You will learn to censor yourself on certain topics, Melissa.” she growled. “Even if it requires wiring your jaw shut!” Always happy to prove the weight of her threats, Winterrest bent her knees and popped her hips to sling Zahn up and over into a THWHUMPING collision with the bare wall!
This architectural interruption of the Double Underhook Suplex didn’t make things any easier for Lyssa, in fact it might’ve worsened her circumstances because she was still in the Icy Manipulator’s grasp when she bounced off and dropped back to the previous arrangement. Elise changed things up as soon as Zahn touched down, the black-clad brunette trading her hooks for a simple Front Facelock more than adequate to the task of controlling her adversary. Catching a handful of Lyssa’s waistband even as she spun the both of ‘em around in a half circle, Elise laid out on her back to THUNK the Social Media Superstar’s forehead into the carpet with a Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQjO4Itzp-s
Powerful though it was, the head-drop didn’t tumble Lyssa onto her back, so Winterrest shot the Half Nelson and did the shoveling herself so she could swing a leg over the other brunette’s head and take another cheeky seat atop Zahn’s mug! Catching hold of Zahn’s wrists before she could even attempt to shove her way to freedom, Elise stuffed those wriggling hands against Lyssa’s tummy and waggled her hips from side to side while Al and the Cellar Dwellers tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa planted her feet and bridged up as high as she could while simultaneously twisting her hips to the left to break the count and the Face Sit with half a second to spare! “Well Melissa, you may be a terrible person, but you make a wonderful seat.” Winterrest noted with a sly smile. “The constant wriggling is a teensy bit obnoxious, but I think that will die down soon.”
“Thuu… that’s where you’re wrong, f*ck face.” Zahn grunted as she struggled to clear the cobwebs. “It’s gonna be nonstop wriggling when I’m grinding your goddamned nose Offfgghhh!”
Elise grabbed a double handful of hair, yanked Lyssa to a seat and immediately bounced the back of her skull against the floor once, twice, three times! “How dare you speak so inelegantly in the gallery.” Winterrest sneered as she hauled the knock-kneed battler to her feet. “If you’re going to spout such filth I’ll have ask you to leave.”
Drawing Zahn down into a tight Side Headlock, Elise strolled over to the wall, forced Lyssa’s head against the plaster and proceeded to draaaaaaaaaaaag her along as she headed for a discrete door in the far corner. “Don’t start lagging behind now, Algernon.” Winterrest called without actually looking at the zebra. “The grand finale is just about to starWHOOAANNNNGGGHH!”
Rather than fight the Headlock, Zahn looped her right arm around Miss Murder’s midsection and set her left hand against the back of her attacker’s left thigh. Just like that she gathered her reserves and muscled Winterrest onto her right shoulder, then swung ‘er back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to DRIVE the bony joint into Elise’s tailbone!
Stood up on tiptoe by the Atomic Drop, Winterrest went to tiptoe out of trouble and found herself drawn back into the lioness’ den when Lyssa snatched her waistband and reapplied her previous hooks. “This door looks a little flimsy, bytch,” Zahn snarled. “Are you sure it’s up to code?” Far too impatient to wait for an answer, Lyssa hoisted Elise onto her shoulder, then charged forward and swung her down not for a repeat Atomic Drop, but to SMASH the Queen of the Madhouse against the door!
Things rattled and shivered (Elise included) but the door held firm, so Zahn pulled her prey aside and opened the door to reveal a narrow staircase headed up. “Shyt, we’ve been here all this time and I forgot there was a second floor!” Lyssa grabbed Elise by the nape of the neck so she could shove her through the doorway and up the stairs. “Don’t bother telling me what’s up here, Elsie. I’ll be happy with anything that gives me a nice view while I’m stomping your flat ass!”
Winterrest caught her balance, turned around and continued on her way, albeit backward. “You’re certainly putting my poor steps through their paces.” she grunted. “Perhaps limit yourself to only ONE bucket of Halloween candy before the matNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa launched herself at the other brunette, caught a handful of hair and started throwing punches at Elise’s mouth and surrounding environs. Winterrest gave as good as she got and for the next twenty seconds the two world-class grapplers abandoned everything they knew in favor of mindless, hateful slugging as they continued up the narrow, winding staircase with Al Carpenter following at a safe distance. After what felt like more twists and turns than should’ve been possible, Lyssa saw dim blue light coming from behind her adversary and started throwing Kneelifts to the midsection to quicken Winterrest’s pace. Elise didn’t much care for the chiding and answered in kind which resulted in another furious exchange that was still going strong when they topped the last step and emerged into dim, blue-lit gloom.
Zahn noted movement off to her left, but didn’t dare take her eyes off Elise until a single well-placed Headbutt to the bridge of the nose dropped Miss Murder to one knee. “Never beat up a bytch in a stairwell before.” Lyssa huffed as she caught her breath. “Thanks for helping me check another item off my bucket list, Els--”
Lyssa trailed off into silence as she glanced toward the glow just in time to watch Veronica Treymane kick her head off her shoulders with a bolt of Chicago Lightning! Pausing in place as she took in the moment from her ill-fated ‘I Quit’ match with the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Lyssa realized they were on a balcony in a good-sized, albeit empty movie theater. Up on the screen, past-her hit the deck and then the view cut to a shot of Olivia Dare wrenching at her chin with a Flipping Chancery. After that it was Lenore catching her with a Super Kick, followed by a Nevermore that left the Social Media Superstar looking up at the rafters for a silent three count.
“Very clever, bytch.” Lyssa’s words were for Elise, but her eyes were still locked on the lowlight reel playing out for an audience of two. “I’ll make sure to return the favor when I’m running the plNGH! NGH! UUUNNHHHH FAAAAAHK!”
The penitent Mainer pounded a pair of quick right hands into Zahn’s tummy, then gripped a hip in each hand and jerked her forward while DRIVING a Headbutt into Lyssa’s crotch! The Low Blow brought Zahn’s knees together with an audible thud but her legs didn’t fail even when Winterrest grabbed a wrist and used the challenger to clamber to her feet.
“Shuuuu…shouldn’t let yourself get distracted by the previews, Melissa.” she growled. “Not when you‘re in the middle of a snuff film!”
Doubling down on the Wristlock once she was on her feet, Winterrest stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung the TikTok Terror down the narrow aisle in front of the first row of seatNO! Not about to let Lyssa out of her grasp, Elise yanked her back the way she’d came, then stuffed her hands against the other brunette’s midriff and shot up on tiptoe to launch her foe high into the air. The Cellar Dwellers gasped in horror at the prospect of Winterrest hurling her opponent into the lower deck, fortunately Lyssa’s descent proved much shorter even if it did end with Miss Murder BURYING a hellacious punt between Zahn’s thighs!
“UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Lyssa burbled in nauseated anguish and she would’ve crumpled on the spot if Winterrest hadn’t welcomed her into a loose Bear Hug. “I hope you enjoy tonight’s show, Melissa.” she purred in the other brunette’s ear. “It has been known to cause night terrors and lingering depression among the weaker members of the audience, but I’m sure you’ll do--”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck off.” Lyssa held on to Elise as tight as she could as she tried to make her legs work again. “You don’t scare me. You’ve never scared--”
Winterrest crouched down, wrapped her arms around Zahn’s upper thighs and muscled her up and out, so that the brunettes formed a near ninety degree angle with Lyssa stretched out full length several feet above the ground. She hung there for a heartbeat or two before the Icy Manipulator brought her back down and went to one knee to THWHUMP her rival’s aching undercarriage with a truly ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop!
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Watching from afar didn’t stop the Cellar Dwellers from groaning in sympathetic anguish, though their ‘oooofffffhs’ turned to ‘OOOHHHHHS!’ when Elise sprang up from her devious genuflection, caught Zahn’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to DRIVE her opponent’s face into the floor courtesy a blink and you’ll miss it Cutter! Planted like a tent spike, Zahn stayed upright for a full second before gravity took over and she flopped onto her back.
CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOO6naUxeTA
Cringing over the hellacious impact, Al moved forward in anticipation of a cover, then stopped in his tracks when Winterrest rolled the other brunette back to her stomach. Set on her knees by the challenger’s left shoulder, the Wolf of Winter took hold of Lyssa’s left wrist, stretched that arm out full length and neatly scissored it between her thighs. Once that was done she laid claim to Zahn’s right arm and wrenched it backward so she could pin it beneath her left bicep. With her right hand free to do whatever it liked, Elise smacked Lyssa’s cheeks a few times, then pinched her nostrils between thumb and forefinger and pressed her palm over the Tweeting Tyrant’s mouth in an inescapable smother! Eyelids fluttering as the lack of air brought her around, Lyssa began to struggle and groan as Elise craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Double Armbar.
“Don’t waste any precious oxygen on sobbing, Melissa.” Elise teased as the back of the other brunette’s head smacked against the plank of her thigh. “Best try to make your submission known before you slip into unconsciousness, have you tried pleading with your eyes?”
Zahn did nothing of the sort, instead she kicked and bucked and twisted her head from side to side in a desperate attempt to clear her airways. But Elise refused to let go, her white-knuckled fingers just digging into Lyssa’s cheeks to deny her even the tiniest bit of-- a ragged, wheezing GASP from the New Yorker when Winterrest removed her muzzle without so much as a word of warning! Alas this unexpected show of mercy turned out to be very much in keeping with Elise’s character as she immediately curled her smotherin’ hand into a claw and jammed it into Lyssa’s opened mouth!
FROSTBITE @ 00:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTB0hygkEvI
“HHHUURRRGGGHHHHH!” Zahn fought even harder but with both arms trapped behind her and no ropes to reach a foot for, there was nowhere for her to go. Winterrest knew this and worked the hold with insidious patience, Miss Murder just digging hooked fingers into the soft flesh under Lyssa’s tongue while yanking her head back and forth to put more and more strain on her neck.
“You’ve delayed the inevitable long enough, Melissa.” Elise murmured. “A whole year, in fact. But now the time has come for you to SUBMIT!” She bore down that much harder, the Icy Manipulator straining in all directions to separate Lyssa’s shoulders and tear her jaw off all in one fell swoop.
Disliking the angle of Zahn’s neck more and more with each passing second, Al dropped to one knee and asked, “Tell me something, Lyssa. Just say the word and--”
“Nuuuhhh! NNNNHHHH!” Lyssa muttered her denial because she couldn’t shake her head. “NHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Elise bore down on the claw while simultaneously puuuuuuuusssshing up on her foe’s chin to crank her neck at an awful angle. Lyssa held on for another ten seconds before she was racked by a fit of violent coughing and several thin rills of blood spilled over Elise’s fingers and down her chin. “Guhhv.” she groaned miserably. “Aye guuuhvvhuup. Luuuuhhhgoooooooo!”
That was more than enough for Al to call for the bell, Elise however did not break her grip on the Frostbite until the Announcer’s voice spoke from the gloom. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… ELISE WINTERREST!”
The proclamation made Elise smile, but it didn’t earn Lyssa her freedom. In fact the winner squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder while shaking her prey’s head back and forth! Huffing and slobbering around the inescapable claw, Zahn struggled on for another ten seconds before she let out a wheezy whimper and went still.
“Let her go, Elise.” Al told the Queen of the Madhouse. “You won, ok? The Madhouse is still yours, so just let her go.”
Winterrest extracted the Mandible Claw and wiped those spit-shined fingers clean on her opponent’s cheeks. “This place is mine until I don’t want it anymore, Algernon.” Elise corrected the official after she’d grabbed a handful of hair and shifted to one knee. “And I’m not content to simply repel challengers. No, I mean to break them either physically, mentally, or in the case of sweet Melissa, both.”
Burying her other hand Zahn’s battle-damp hair, Elise got to her feet, then scraped Lyssa off the floor and dumped her into a front row seat. “Check on her if you must.” Elise told Al as she used Zahn’s chin to set her head at the perfect angle. “But she doesn’t go anywhere until she wakes up and realizes she’s the Madhouse’s first two-time loser.”
Quiet now, Winterrest took a step back to study her handiwork, then nodded in satisfaction.
“You’ll never see the inside of this place again, Melissa.” she murmured. “But I promise you’ll play a crucial role in my interior decoration choices going forward. Oh, and before I forget…” she drew back a hand and CRAAACKED a wicked Bytch Slap across the other brunette’s cheek. “All hail the Queen of the Madhouse, you piece of shyt.”
Deed secure for another year, Winterrest blew a kiss to the camera, then strutted out of view to leave the FAWNatics with a view of Al Carpenter moving in to check on a softly stirring Lyssa Zahn.