Post by hawkeye on Nov 8, 2022 0:11:50 GMT
Viewers around the world were still shivering through the aftermath of the last chilling chapter when the Madhouse’s eerie floating camera already speeding through the depths of the asylum turned pro-wrestling factory. 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 cramped 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:
Going My Way?
The camera bobbled in place so its guests could linger over the question, 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 space and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Several more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Submit For Her Approval
At this point the only way out was through, so the camera barged its way through in search of the Icy Queen of this dark domain.
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 prior to Elise's ascension, 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. Fetching a deep sigh as he tried to let his brain grow accustomed to the odd space, the ref offered a nod to the camera before turning his attention to the double doors of the entrance.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner being crowned Queen of the Madhouse until All Hallows Evil 2023. Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty three pounds. She is the Peacekeeper, the BFG, the One Woman Army, please welcome... BECKY CLAYTON!”
BECKY CLAYTON:
Cheers from the disembodied Basement Dwellers as 'White Flag' played through the arena while several floors below the doors creaked open and the Camouflage Crusher entered the Queen's Chambers for the first time. Bex made it about half a dozen steps before she paused to look around at the minimalist mystery designed by the lady of the house. Like Al Carpenter before her, she wore the expression of someone who not only didn't know where to look, but didn't like what she saw regardless of where her eye landed. The camera seemed to like Clayton just fine though, as did the FAWNatics who appreciated the Apartment House Wrestling take on her usual attire, that being an olive drab camouflage set of cotton briefs and a matching tank-top showing hints of a simple black bra beneath. Finally turning her attention to the ref, she asked, "Does Elise actually spend time here? This place gives me a headache just looking at it."
"I have no idea." Al confessed. "But it would explain a lot, wouldn't it?"
"Care to elaborate, Mr. Carpenter?" a cool, slightly amused voice called from off to the left. "No, no, don't bother wasting your breath. I'd rather hear the Announcer show me the proper respect."
Properly cued, the man with the mic did as bade.
“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:
Strolling out of the shadows of a doorway to the left of the gleaming marble bar, the First Degree Femme Fatale smiled unpleasantly as her name echoed off the walls of the most vaunted prize Harrenhal had to offer. Shifting her attention to the challenger after the Announcer faded away into smooth, velvety silence, Winterrest took her time closing in on her powerful visitor. For tonight's wet work the lithesome brunette wore a matched set of midnight black bra and panties embellished with fine black lace at the waistband and across the cups. Thigh-high stockings completed the elegant, ominous look.
“Of all the potential victims that could've trundled through those doors tonight, I do believe you're the most interesting possibility, Rebecca Clayton.” Elise murmured as she began to pad a wide circle around the former World Champion.
Bex pivoted on her heel to keep Miss Murder in sight but she made no attempt to close the distance, at least not yet. She was still adjusting to the minimalist weirdness of the Queen's Chambers. “While I'm flattered to hold your interest, I'm no one's victim, Elise. Least of all yours.”
“I believe a certain Executrix would beg to differ, though I do freely admit that you pushed her to the brink like few others have managed. Yet here you are, once again without a belt around your waist.” A mock scowl crossed the brunette's face. “You couldn't take Erza's title so now you're trying to steal my deed. I might be concerned if you were anything more than FAWN's greatest case of upward fail--”
Screw the décor and screw restraint, the One Woman Army sprang across the gleaming tiles and would've buried her hands in Winterrest's dark hair if the lady of the house hadn't twisted away from her grasp at the last possible second. Of course Elise being Elise couldn't simply evade, she made a point to trail her fingers across Clayton's flat tummy before hooking them into claws that gouged at the Destroyer's right hip.
“Really now.” a scoffing Winterrest moved through a pair of dark gray overstuffed chairs to put another barrier between the challenger and herself. “Your vaunted strength wasn't enough to conquer a dullard like Erza, do you really think it will yield better results against me?”
“You'll find out as soon as we lock up.” Becky grumbled as she started toward the Icy Manipulator for a second time. “You DO plan to lock up at some point, don't you, cupcake? That tongue of yours is sharp, but not nearly sharp enough to bleed--”
She started to say 'me' but it was still on her lips when Winterrest abruptly raised both hands and exploded at the Camouflage Crusher! Those cruelly curved talons pointed toward her face were no joke, yet rather than fully commit to protecting herself Clayton kept her own hands right about chest-level and this proved remarkably fortuitous when Elise dropped into a tense crouch and shot in low to take the blonde's legs! Becky saw it coming, threw her hips backward and wrapped her left arm around Elise's noggin to keep her from going anywhere. Cranking up on the Front Facelock hard enough to get a gurgle from the startled brunette, Clayton formed her right arm into tire iron and brought it down once, twice, three times, each of those heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes THWHAPPING against her opponent's back!
The last shot put Elise on one knee, so Becky yoked her up with a single tug, then sling the near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a handful of waistband for a Vertical Sup-- “OOWWW BITCH!” The BFG cried out in surprise and pain when Elise did some waistband grabbing of her own, but where Clayton hooked on at the hip for control, Winterrest clamped on just below the blonde's navel so she could yank those simple black briefs up in an eye-watering inverted wedgie!
Breaking her own grip before she'd even realized it, Bex sought to liberate her togs from Elise's control only to discover Winterrest did it of her own accord before forcing her head between the taller wrestler's thighs. Such a choice would've been disastrous if Clayton was fully in control of herself, since she wasn't it allowed the Wolf of Winter just enough time to brace her hands against Becky's upper thighs and push off even as she rose to her full height as fast as she could. This resulted in a sort of sawed-off Back Body Drop, one that didn't require Becky to bounce off a set of strands for momentum before Elise powered her up, over and of course down, the startled Destroyer THUDDING down on a swatch of dark red rug.
“Shame you landed on the rug, I would love to hear the PLOP of your overrated ass against the bare tiles.” Elise chided as she circled around to Clayton's feet. Taking an ankle in either hand, she hoisted Becky's legs into the air and stretched them into an awkward 'V'. “I suppose I'll have to settle for the patter of your tears instead, assuming that you don't try to bury your face in your hands like a whining pussy.” Winterrest set her feet and streeeeeeeeeetched Becky's stems until the big blonde pounded a fist against the floor. “You're not a whining pussy, are you, Rebecca? Surely it wouldn't be very honorable to deny me the fruits of the anguish I plan to inflict ton--”
“We'll see who's whining when this is over, honey.” Becky grunted. “You thought it sucked when Zahn put you through the ring? Keep running your mouth and I'll put you through the fucking floNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Elise went up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee and DRIVE the curve of that bony joint against the juncture of Clayton's thighs! The blonde juddered from stem to stern, both hands shooting down to shove at the encroaching knee that Winterrest felt no pressing urge to remove from its present perch. Indeed Miss Murder ground it back and forth for a bit before she got to her feet (with the blonde's ankles still firmly in her possession) and set about attacking Clayton's vulnerable undercarriage with her big toe! Smiling beatifically as the blonde's groans echoed throughout the open floor plan of the first floor, Elise shot Al Carpenter a look that said 'you know what to do.'
Al did, but his answering glare suggested he didn't much care for it. Elise was implacable however so the referee settled into a crouch beside the action and said, “The lady of the house wishes to know if you would like to surrender.”
Understandably preoccupied with more noxious intrusions at the moment, it took Clayton a moment to register Carpenter's question. Once she did, she looked to him, then to her. “Fuck no. You think you're gonna stomp my briefs and I'll just give HHRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Winterrest compounded her suffering with a snappy little Toe Kick to the crotch, the strike also serving as a diversion that allowed Elise to drop to her butt and deftly wedge her heels against the Clayton's center. “From bluster to bawling in less than three minutes, sometimes I even amaze myself.” Elise was stretched out full length, her back slightly arched so she could drive even more jostling pressure against her foe's groin. “Considering all the time and energy Erza wasted grinding you into rubble you think she'd see the sense in hiring me on as a Humiliation Consultant, but I get the impression she's loathe to rely on independent contractors. Oh, and before I forget,” the Icy Manipulator drew her right heel away just to THUMP it against Becky's crotch. “Are you ready to crawl out my front door like the overrated trash yourrrrggghhhhhh!”
The BFG couldn't do much about the pain inflicted by those stamping feet so she decided to inflict some hurt of her own grabbing hold of Elise's toes and bending them in directions they were never meant to go! “Keep running your mouth, Winterrest.” Clayton huffed. “Every word is another inch on the hole you're digging for yourseNGH!”
Elise abruptly released her control over Bex's ankles so she could sit up and deliver a hard slap across the blonde's mouth! In the next instant she seized hold of Becky's wrists and prized them off her aching feet. In the same instant she brought her knees up so she could brace her soles against Clayton's inner thighs, an adjustment that allowed her to puuuuuuuuuuuuush forward on a nasty Wishbone while also puuuuuuuuullling back on her foe's captured wrists!
The unorthodox arrangement left Becky looking as though she were attempting some sort of extreme toe touch, though the pained grimace stamped on her features suggested she wasn't enjoying the burn in the slightest. “You're pathetic.” Elise was all malice and spite as she did her best to force the struggling Destroyer into an involuntary split. “West's an actual genius, Burlingame's a generational talent and even the miserable Raven, much as I'm loathe to admit, rose from obscurity to make a name for herself. But you? You look like every promoter's wet dream and yet you've spent the bulk of your career chasing admiration and honor instead of winning titles. There's a reason Susan's a three time World Champion and you posses the shortest championship reign in this promotion's history. You're soft, Rebecca. All the Military jargon on the planet cannot hide the fact that you do not now, nor have you EVER, possessed a killer instinct. You consider yourself a hero and that's all well and good for food drives and bake sales but this is the Queen's Chambers and it makes heroes bleeHHRRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGHH!” Bex slipped one wrist free of Elise's grasp and immediately grabbed a massive handful of hair. In the next instant she THUNKED Winterrest's forehead off the tiled floor once, twice, three times!
The last collision sent Elise slopping onto her back with both arms flung over her head while Clayton drew her legs in close and rolled over onto one side. After several seconds tending to her aching thighs she clambered to verticality and looked around the glaring expanse of Winterrest's personal playground. The staircase was almost dead ahead, there was what looked to be a lounge and an open door off the left and a sitting area complete with sofas and a roaring fireplace to the right. At each end stood an open door leading off into darkness.
Raking a hand through her hair, Clayton looked to Al and asked, “Where's the nearest room with a lot of crap I can throw this chick into, onto and through?”
Carpenter gave her an apologetic shrug. “The bar, maybe? I know there was a portrait gallery through that door last year, but I have no idea how it might've changed since then.”
Becky looked around for several more seconds before letting her attention settle on the stairs leading to the second floor. “I think I'd like to take in the view from the landing.” she said to no one in particular.
“Uhhhh.... all the better to hurl you from, soldier.” Elise huffed. “I suspect you'll make a most satisfying SPLAT on impOOFFFFH!”
Clayton raised a foot and brought it down on the center of the brunette's tummy! “You wanna talk satisfying impacts, honey? We can turn this place into a goddamned demolition derby!” Winterrest sneered some sort of breathless sass that trailed into an angry hiss when the Camouflage Crusher bent down and snatched a double handful of hair. Bex could've just peeled Elise off the floor but she was still pissed about the early trunk work so she made a point of bouncing the proprietress' head against the floor before she hauled her upright. From there she threaded her right arm between Miss Murder's legs and boosted her up onto the blonde's right shoulder like she was little more than a bag of laundry. Looping her right arm across Winterrest's lower back to keep her in place, Clayton pressed her left hand against the other wrestler's chest to ensure she remained staring straight ahead even when the BFG swung around in a swooping half circle. “Nice banister, baby.” she smirked. “Looks real solid.”
“Whuuuuhhh... whatever you're thinking,” Elise groaned, “it would behoove you to reconsid--”
Bex needed no such second guessing, she sprinted toward the foot of the stairs, then ground to a halt and slung her burden forward and down so that Elise's forehead CLONKED against the newel post on the right hand side! The antique-assisted Snake Eyes snapped Winterrest's noggin back at a nasty angle, yet somehow the First Degree Femme Fatale managed to land on her feet. Her wherewithal didn't bother Clayton at all, indeed she was beaming as she spun Elise to face her, then wrapped both arms around the brunette's slim waist. Hands locked, she squeeeeeeeeeeezed Winterrest's ribs and hoisted her off her feet, Elise forced to brace her shins against the blonde's thighs to alleviate the worst of the Bear Hug's crushing pressure.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPcL0NCxsio
“You ready to take me on a tour of the upstairs, honey?” Clayton shook her prey back and forth and was rewarded with a round of fretful scrabbling at her biceps. “Or do you want to tap out at ground levEERRRHHHHH!”
Lenore had warned her friend about Elise's vicious streak, but the blonde really didn't understand until Winterrest grabbed a double handful of hair and proceeded to gnaw on her forehead! “BITCH!” Becky poured even more power into the Bear Hug and while she was pleased to feel the sadist's groan thrum against her forehead she was less enthused by the counter-Scissors she slipped around the former World Champion's waist! Gnashing her teeth as she got a taste of the strength in those svelte stems, Becky bounced in place and huffed, “Stop chewing on me, bitch.”
Winterrest actually had the temerity to plant a little smooch on the welt she'd raised before tacking on another cruel constriction from the Scissors. “You have no power here, soldier.” she purred. “All you can hope to do is endure long enough to earn yourself another pity title shot somewhere in the not too distant futNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Quickly growing to understand why everyone seemed to hate Elise Winterrest, Becky went up on tiptoe, then went down on one knee to THUMP the brunette's undercarriage with a modified Inverted Atomic Drop! Winterrest shuddered hard and the clamp around Clayton's ribs loosened considerably but it was still too tight for her liking so she straightened up and doubled down on the Bear Hug! “The only thing I pity is the poor ice pack that's gonna be stuffed down your smutty little briefs when this is all ovOOOOOWWWWW FUCKIN' BITCH!”
Not content with biting any more, Elise palmed Becky's head in her hands and jabbed her thumbs into the Destroyer's eyes! “Who do you think you are?” Winterrest barked at the shrieking battler. “You're nothing but a footnote, the answer to a trivia question! You haven't EARNED the right to stroll through those doors and talk to me like--”
Clayton swung around and took a few steps away from the base of the stairs. Once she was satisfied she was clear, the One Woman Army settled into a deep crouch and popped her hips to hurl Elise up, over and down with a Release Belly to Belly Suplex that saw Miss Murder THAWHUMP against the staircase several steps up!
Elise shrieked and writhed, the brunette clearly not enjoying any circumstances in which her beloved Chambers were used against her. As for Becky, she stood up and pressed the heels of her palms to both eyes so she could scrub the worst of the sworls away. “Ok bitch.” she rasped after she'd honed in on the vulnerable vixen. “You better hope the first door we come across leads to the Comfy Pillows Room because anything less inviting guarantees the worst day of your life.”
No answer from Elise, who was gamely trying to fight through all the new kinks in her back. Silence didn't bother Becky though, she just tromped up the stairs to Winterrest, snagged a handful of hair and forced her to all fours with several sharp yanks. “C'mon grunt, on your feet.” Clayton chided even as she started to march the brunette toward the second floor landing. “You're not just gonna let me dog walk you in your own house, arerrrrgghhhhh!”
Elise was not, at least that's the impression she gave by raaaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the back of Becky's right leg. “Yuuuhhhh... you're the only bitch in this house, Clayton.” she growled. “And I'll muzzle you as I see fit if I don't start hearing some deference in your NNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher swung her hips into Elise's head which in turn drove it into the balustrade with a heavy THUNK! “Deference?” Bex sounded disgusted. “Honey, deference requires some degree of mutual respect and I know for a fact there is NONE between us. Now, a little pleading on your part...” Clayton stepped onto the landing, shifted over to a two-handed grip on the brunette's long locks and hauled her upright. “That could at least earn you a little sympathy. What do you say, you want to give it a--”
“You're not fit to lick my ass, you insufferable meathead.” Winterrest interrupted. “How's that for defereNCCNGGH!”
Becky had no idea where the door directly in front of them might lead, but she knew she wanted the Icy Manipulator's skull to smash right through it so she charged forward and THUMPED her forehead against the sturdy paneling! She'd expected Winterrest to collapse to her knees or perhaps slump against the door, so the BFG let out a little curse of surprise when Elise grabbed hold of the knob, opened the door and slipped through neat as you please!
“Tricky brat!” Clayton shouldered the door all the way open and stormed after her foe. “You're not gonna run from-- Jesus, this is awful.”
The space itself was rather elegant with light gray carpet, high shelves to the left and right and a far wall that looked to be one large window. The shelves in conjunction with the large desk situated in front of the window (which showed nothing but darkness and rain beyond) suggested this would've been a pleasant office or study if every surface wasn't positively dripping with blood. Grimacing as her feet squished against the damp, red-stippled carpet, Becky took a few more steps inside and muttered, “You're really fucked up, Winterrest. You know thaNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise, who'd been hiding in a pool of deep shadows in a corner directly to the left of the door, rushed in behind the interloper and went low to drive the point of her right shoulder into the pit of Clayton's left knee! Becky lurched forward and crumpled to all fours, though she rose to her knees a bit quicker than the Icy Manipulator would have liked. Wasn't anything she couldn't handle however, as Winterrest reminded the disembodied Basement Dwellers when she hurried to her feet and immediately dragged her nails across Becky's eyes!
Content to leave the former World Champion little more than a blind penitent, Elise backpedaled into the gloom from which she'd so recently emerged, then charged out full speed and took to the skies with a low leap that culminated with Miss Murder THUMPING both knees between Becky's shoulders as hard as she could! It wasn't quite an Inverted Meteora since the Wolf of Winter made no effort to ride her foe all the way to the floor, which was not to say that Clayton didn't offer up an extremely satisfying groan when she went sprawling onto the bloody floor.
ENZU DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSO7SRo-GMQ
Feeling much more like her old self now that Becky was moaning against the carpet, Winterrest took a moment to smooth down her hair and adjust her togs before she said, “You know, I've always wanted a bitch-skin rug in this place. I think you'll do nicely. Don't you agree, bitch?”
“Nuuuuhhhh... never been much of a hunter.” Clayton muttered as she fought to all fours. “But once I run this place I'll happily hang your bony ass up like a tropNNGGHH!”
Elise stomped on the back of the blonde's head, then bent down and helped herself to both ears so she could drag Becky to a knock-kneed verticality. Reeling Clayton into a Front Facelock, Winterrest slung the Destroyer's left arm across her shoulders, then grabbed hold of that wrist and immediately twisted under her foe to bring Becky THUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders.
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsbWfeJSZJE
The Neckbreaker wasn't anything Miss Murder considered a finisher, yet that didn't stop her from swinging a leg over Becky's head to sit down on the blonde's face with all her weight! Catching hold of Clayton's wrists the instant they started to flutter, Elise held them out at the challenger's sides and waggled her hips while Al Carpenter swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky kicked her legs up, hooked 'em around Elise's waist and pulled her out of the mount with half a second to spare. If she'd been a little more clearheaded she would've kept the Scissors secure once the pin was broken but at the moment she was far more concerned with getting the brunette's obnoxious ass off her nose. In that she proved quite successful, however it meant her attention was elsewhere when the First Degree Femme Fatale grabbed a handful of hair and stuffed her into another Front Facelock.
“Nasty bitch.” Bex balled one hand into a fist and started pounding away at her attacker's ribs. “Get your damned hands off of--” Winterrest kicked her feet forward and dropped out flat on her back to THWHUMP Clayton's forehead against the carpet with a particularly Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVYYOY33j1w
The impact left the BFG flattened out face-down until Elise shot a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. Al saw a smear of red on her features and grimaced, thinking the former World Champ was busted open before noting other splotches on her chest, tummy and thighs and remembering the (presumably) fake blood splattered throughout the room. Noting the dazed expression on her opponent's face, Winterrest laid claim to Clayton's wrists and pinned them high over her head while also draping her right leg across the big blonde's gulping tummy. It was more showcase than pin, but Becky's shoulders were down and Carpenter was already in position to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Becky jerked a shoulder off the carpet to break the pin, but her wrists remained in the brunette's possession. “What's wrong, Sargent Big Strong McTuff Girl can't get free of little ol' me?” Winterrest giggled nastily as she snuggled in close and worked her left leg under Clayton's lower back to secure the Bodyscissors Bex had neglected only moments prior.
Gnashing her teeth as the brunette's thighs started pouring on the pressure, the One Woman Army huffed, “You're real good at cheap shots, bitch. But when we go head to head? You end up stretched out on the stairs and crying for MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Elise forced Becky's wrists together so she could control both with her left hand. With her right hand now free to indulge its nastiest desires, the Icy Manipulator curled it into a muzzle and laid it atop Clayton's mouth and nose in a snug smother! What makes you think you'll get another shot at a fair fight, dog face?”she cooed. “Sweet Melissa came in here spouting similar nonsense and do you remember what happened to her? I made her submit on the floor of a theater, then stuffed her bawling ass into a chair so she could watch her failures for the rest of the nighRRRGGHHH!”
Becky wrenched a hand free from the brunette's grip, but rather than try to prize the palm offa her mouth she snatched a fistful of Elise's dark hair and yanked like she meant to peel it off! Smiling despite of the burning in her scalp, Winterrest locked eyes with the struggling Destroyer and teased, “Oh dear me, are those your deadly serious 'I'm done taking shit from you!' eyes? I must say they're most impressive and have probably sent chills down the spine of many a lesser woman. Alas, these are the Queen's Chambers, I am the Queen...” Winterrest pulled her hand away, not so that Clayton could breathe (though the blonde didn't miss the opportunity to do exactly that) but so she could rub her palm into a particularly sodden patch of bloody carpet. “And you will continue to eat shit until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson!”
Now Becky did try to intercept the brunette's mitt as it closed in on her panting mug, alas Winterrest outfoxed her by swiping red stuff in the blonde's eyes before she clamped down on the HOM tighter than ever! Clayton's whine of distress buzzed against Elise's hand, a soft, pleasant sound that made Miss Murder smile and bear down on the Scissors that much harder. “Already wild-eyed and splattered with the red, you're pathetic!” Winterrest taunted the straining powerhouse. “I thought your strength would prove at least slightly interesting, but you're just an overrated slab of bikini meat ready for the slaughtrrrrrrggghhhh!”
Becky stuffed a free hand against Elise's chin and shoved her head back at an unpleasant angle while also working to jam a few fingers into the brunette's mouth for a makeshift Mandible Claw! Winterrest turned her head from side to side to countermand these efforts, but with one hand controlling Becky's other arm and the other in charge of the smother she didn't have much in the way of assistance. Deciding a change of tactics could better frazzle her opponent's vulnerable psyche, Elise abruptly released the Hand Smother so she could slip that hand up under the blonde's tank-top for a rough squeeze of that vaunted 'heavy artillery!'
“Mmmmmmhhhh, listen to you squeal!” Winterrest's words were a little slurred by Becky's straining hand, though not nearly enough to obscure the malice in her tone. “Astounding. You're technically a World Champion twice over and yet here you are wailing like a brat who's never been in a catfight!”
“Buuuhhh... been in plenty of fights, asshole.” Becky was mashing Elise's cheeks in a galling fish-face now while her other hand struggled valiantly against the ruthless rummaging going on beneath her tank-top. “Just been a long time since I've tangled with a slut as nasty as yoOOOOOOWWWWWW YOU BITCH!”
Winterrest raised the decibels in the Queen's Chambers by a factor of ten when she honed in on the blonde's nipples, Miss Murder utterly pitiless in the white-knuckle twisting she inflicted on Clayton's girls. “The quit is pouring off you in waves, soldier.” Elise had squirmed free of Becky's grip and leaned in close, almost cheek to cheek to better sneer in her prey's face. “I smelled it the instant you trudged your ass through that curtain to mean mug at Erza a few months back. You can still play a convincing bad-ass at a distance, but smart money knows that Adelaide RUINED you last year. You barely survived a standard wrestling match against Erza and she didn't even bother to go after your trunks.”
Clayton's eyes went wide, then narrowed to furious slots as interpreted Winterrest's threat. “Don't even think about it you fucking psychopa-HHRRRGGHHH!”
But Elise had indeed thought about it and she converted those thoughts into action with a viciously hooked claw-grip affixed to the Destroyer's crotch! “Cry for me!” Miss Murder demanded before nipping the tip of Becky's nose with her teeth. “Cry for me, dog-face! Cry and MAYBE I won't make you screANNNNGGGHH!”
Letting loose with a bellow of desperation, Clayton ripped her trapped wrist free of Elise's grasp and snatched a massive handful of hair. In the next instant she yanked Winterrest close and snapped her head forward to THUNK a Headbutt between the bridge of her nose!
Eyes flooding in the span between heartbeats, Elise forgot all about her talons in favor of tending to her throbbing nose. She didn't relinquish the Scissors and this soon proved a big mistake when Bex sat up and pak-pak-pak-PAAAKED a flurry of furious left hands into the pit of her opponent's stomach. Winterrest huffed and actually began to disengage but now it was Clayton denying separation as she looped her arms around the brunette's upper thighs and locked them in a tight S-grip. “Gotcha now, bitch.” the BFG taunted as she clambered to verticality, then wedged Elise's shins beneath her armpits.
“Careful what you wish for, idiot.” Winterrest growled in a tone decidedly more nasal than usual. “Soon as I get my hands on you I'll tear you to pieceWHOOOAAAHH!”
Becky yoked up on the brunette's legs and began to spin, slowly at first, but building speed with each rotation. Within the confines of the squared circle Clayton would've made a point to stay in roughly the same spot, tonight however she used the momentum to drift in the direction of the big desk on the far side of the study. As for Elise, she was still holding her face in both hands which meant she didn't realize what Clayton had in mind until the Camouflage Crusher THAWHUNKED her head and right shoulder into the front of the desk! The sudden stop sent Elise to the carpet in a heap, but Becky didn't release the brunette's captured legs. Instead she dragged Winterrest clear of the desk, then dipped into a crouch and flipped Miss Murder onto her chest before she stepped over and sat down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds on Elise's lower back!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFTRNDJt8BE
“Tap out!” Becky emphasized the demand by slamming her glutes into the hollow of her opponent's spine. “Nowhere to crawl you nasty little rat, so tap the fuck out before I break you in half!”
Al, who'd seen Elise endure some positively ghastly contortions before even contemplating surrender still hunkered down beside the straining brunette to gauge her response. “What do you say, Elise? Need me to call for it?”
“To the machinations of this neanderthal?” she sneered. “Who do I look like, a Bloodwind? I'm afraid it will take more than the matte green dump truck of Rebecca's ass to make me forfeit the deed to this placRRRGGGHHHH!”
Infuriated by the dismissive treatment, Becky tossed the brunette's right leg aside and flattened her left hand into a spade so she could drive the bottom edge into the fork of Winterrest's crotch with a quick Chop! “No ropes for you to crawl to, grunt.” Clayton reached back with her choppin' hand, grabbed hold of Elise's hair and aggressively smooooshed her face against the carpet. “No cheap little tricks to get you out of trouble, no insults that are gonna convince me to let you go. All you can do is cry off and hope the new Queen of the Madhouse decides to let you go!”
The threat was still hanging in the air when Bex palmed that strained left knee in her free hand and leaned back to put even more torque on her opponent's vertebrae. Elise groaned in a mixture of disgust and pain as Clayton continued to wrench and tug on her straining leg. The idiot was right, much as she hated to admit it. There was no easy way out of this odious predicament, but then, Miss Murder wasn't really a fan of the easy way even if she HAD secreted away several nasty little surprises in this very room. Of course to spring any of these surprises she'd have to reach something other than the middle of this sodden carpet so she grit her teeth, dug her claws in deep and began to draaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the bookshelf on the far right wall.
Becky felt the slide begin and though she made no direct effort to stop the brunette's progress, she chose to make her journey as miserable by clawing at Elise's strained knee and repeatedly driving the medicine ball curve of her glutes into the small of Winterrest's back. “How's the view from the floor, Elise?” Clayton chided after a particularly stiff Butt Bomb earned a growl from Miss Murder. “The weave on the carpet everything you thought it would--”
“Shut your stupid, yammering mouth.” Winterrest barked. “I thought it was horrible listening to Lemarchand and Zahn prattle on, but they're MENSA elites compared to the likes of AAAARRRRHHHH STOP THAT YOU EVIL TWAT!”
Becky, who'd removed her hand from atop Elise's knee to slap a claw-hold between the brunette's thighs, instead earned another wild shriek of anguish by pinching the clearly limned outline of Winterrest's sex between her thumb and forefinger. “Ask her again.” Clayton's voice was cold as she dished out the cattiest of torments to her cold-hearted adversary. “I don't think she's feeling as confident as she was earlier.”
“What do you say, Elise?” Al was already in place beside his charges. “Need me to call--”
“NO!” she barked at once. “JUST TELL THAT CHEAP WHORE TO OOOOHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHH!”
Bex broke the pincer, punished the brunette's undercarriage with half a dozen hard slaps, then went back to the pincer harder than ever! “Tell me yourself, honey.” the blonde huffed. “Tell me you're finished and I'll let you have this third rate nastiness back without a word of--”
Elise roared like a demon confined and redoubled her efforts to close the distance between herself and the tall bookshelf. As for Becky, she never relented on the trunk work, though the BFG conceded that Winterrest probably wasn't going to submit in the next thirty seconds if she hadn't already. Still, she kept at the 'underhanded' treatment until she heard Elise's hands scrabbling at some volumes on the lowest shelf. Only then did she toss the brunette's captured stem aside and get to her feet so she could DRIVE a heel into the center of Winterrest's spine!
“No way out down there, honey.” Becky explained to the suffering battler. “Only two little words can pop the lock on this dungeon. You know 'em. I know 'em. Lemme hear you say 'em nice and loud.”
“Eat. Shit.” the Icy Manipulator responded much too quickly for Clayton's liking.
Scowling at the blatant disrespect, Becky bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and promptly scraaaaaaaaaaaaaped Winterrest's forehead back and forth against the volumes on the lowermost shelf! “Still looking for a way out, bitch? Doesn't seem to be anything down there, maybe we should check higher up?”
“I'll...I'll do it myself, thanks.” Elise groaned. “These aren't Little Golden Books so they're probably a bit above your reading levEERRRRHHH!”
Becky yanked Miss Murder upright with a double handful of hair and THWHUNKED her noggin against several of the books at head height. “Call me stupid one more time, honey.” Clayton hissed in the other woman's ear. “Do it again and see what happens.
“Dear Rebecca, you're not stupid, you're ignorant.” Elise reached out and grabbed hold of the shelf for support. “Apparently no one ever bothered to tell you... books are a gateway.”
She grabbed hold of an innocuous looking volume, gave it a pull and damned if the whole bookcase didn't swing away to reveal a passage behind the wall! Becky stepped back more on instinct than anything else, but cursed herself a fool when Winterrest slipped through the gap like a foul breeze.
“Get back here Elise!” the Camouflage Crusher stormed into the breach ready to tear after fleeing proprietress but she stopped cold when she found herself in a long hall flanked on both sides by several honest to god suits of armor. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Clayton muttered to no one in particular.
She was still assessing the situation when Elise's voice called out from the shadows to her left. “What're you waiting for, idiot? I thought you were going to tear me to pieces! Or perhaps that's just another bit of false bravado designed to bolster your fragile ego? Thank you for your service indeed!”
Shoulders rising and falling as she endured another sharp burst of Winterrest-hate, Bex fought a strong urge to stamp her foot and decided on something much more atmospheric when she BWANGED a fist against the glittering shield held by the nearest suit of armor. “Get your ass out here, coward!” she barked into the gloom. “If I have to hunt you down it's not going to be pretty!”
Elise tittered from somewhere off in the darkness. “What's wrong, you're telling me that dog face doesn't come equipped with a useful nose?”
“All right honey, you chose violence?” Clayton hissed. “You live with violence.”
The expression on Becky's face suggested living might be quite the challenge for Elise if she got her hands on the brunette, not that Al dared suggest another course of action when there were so many swords and spears within easy reach. Lips set in a thin, grim line as she stomped off down the wide hallway, Becky kept her head on a swivel in an effort to prevent another blindside attack from the Wolf of Winter.
“Where'd you go, baby?” Clayton called out when fifteen seconds ticked by with nothing but silence from her rival. “You of all people should know there's no way to escape this ca--”
A rumble of thunder cut her off, the noise much louder than what Becky would've expected for a place that despite all appearances, was still the sub-basement of an old asylum. Another rumble brought lightning with it and in the flash Becky saw a double door at the end of the hall that seemed to lead to a rain swept balcony. To the left a heavy wooden door that was a twin to the one leading into the crimson study. Both of them were open, the balcony thrown wide, it's wooden cousin only a crack. Clayton paused, her eyes flicking back and forth as she surveyed both options. Winterrest was lurking behind one of them, of that there was no doubt. The one on the left seemed the most likely, yet she wouldn't put it past that sadist to wait in the most inhospitable place possible just to gain an advantage.
The thought had just crossed her mind when there was a bright flash of white light and another peal of thunder. The illumination didn't actually reveal anything but the absence of Elise set the BFG on a course for the left do--“NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Using the thunder as cover, Winterrest hopped down from her perch behind one of the suits of armor and sprinted in from the right, Miss Murder taking flight half a heartbeat before she caught Becky's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and THWHUNKED it against the floor with a truly Murderous Cutter!
MURDEROUS CUTTER @ 1:27:
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The First Degree Femme Fatale spun to one knee but rather than go for a cover she swiped the hair out of her face and cackled like a lunatic. “Oh you poor, sweet idiot. Did the Raven really not warn you about me? Or were you just not listening?”
Becky groaned, braced her hands against the floor and slowly struggled to all fours. Elise didn't much care for the lack of genuine response, though her mood brightened considerably when she spotted an opportunity for some much deserved vengeance. Circling around behind the woozy blonde, Winterrest grabbed hold of Clayton's tank-top in one hand, then CRACKED those sturdy glutes with a gaudy slap before gouging a five tined spade into the former World Champion's crotch! Elise jiggled her grip up and down, right and left, the black-clad Queen of the Madhouse letting her fingers do the talking for several agonizing seconds before she barked, “Submit! You don't belong here, Clayton! You've been outclassed the moment you scurried through the front door!”
“NO!” Becky reached back with her left hand in hopes of prizing the brunette's grip loose but all she managed was a scrabbling swat at her wrist. “GET OUT OF MY BRIEFS AND STOP FIGHTING LIKE A BITCH-OOOOOOOHHHH YOU VICIOUS CUNT!”
Winterrest released the Claw for a moment, but only to slip that hand beneath the battle-damp expanse of Clayton's togs so she could attack the blonde's center directly! Baring her teeth in a positively wolfish grin, Elise shifted her other hand from Becky's tank-top to her hair, the Icy Manipulator yanking her prey's head back to better show her off to the FAWNatics of Orlando and beyond. “SAY IT, CLAYTON!” Winterrest ordered. “Open your eyes, look straight into the camera and tell all of those troglodytes that you NEVER had a chance in this fight!”
Al moved in to check on an actual submission, though Elise warned him off with a single glare. As for the One Woman Army, she didn't tap out or otherwise signal her surrender, she did however open her eyes and hone in on the camera just as Miss Murder had demanded. “I'm Becky Clayton.” she rasped. “I'm gonna fuck this chick up so bad she's not gonna walk right for a monNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Furious, Elise abandoned the claw only to join her hands in a Double Axehandle that she brought THWUMPING down on the nape of the challenger's neck! “You're going to fuck ME up?” Winterrest snatched a massive handful of hair and swiped Becky's protesting features back and forth across the carpet. “YOU? Are going to fuck ME up? You poor deluded bitch, I was going to torture you a little while longer, but it's clear all the cords inside your mind have already snapped. The only thing left to do is put you out of your misery.”
Guided by this ominous proclamation, Miss Murder doubled down on her hair-hold and hauled Clayton to verticality. Once they'd reached that destination she switched over to Wristlock, then stepped away and dropped a shoulder to hurl Bex toward the open door leading to the balcoNO! Elise apparently wasn't quite done torturing just yet because she dug in her heels and yanked Clayton back the way she'd came. Crouched low when the Camouflage Crusher stormed in, Winterrest braced both hands against the blonde's belly and pushed straight up even as she rose to her full height! The loftiness of the tunnel ensured Clayton didn't bang her head against the ceiling, though there wasn't a whole lotta clearance left by the time she reached the apex and started to descend. Simply plummeting to the floor would've meant a painful face-down landing, but Becky managed to adjust in mid-air so that she landed on her feet with--'OOOOOOOHHHH's!' from the absentee crowd when the Wolf of Winter SLAMMED a punt between her foe's thighs just as her toes returned to terra firma!
Becky went knock-kneed without actually going down, which meant Elise didn't have to do any extra work before she tilted to one side and wrapped her arms around the crippled Destroyer's waist in a Gutwrench. Hands locked, she boosted Clayton up and spun her through a hundred and eighty nauseating degrees that ended with the crown of her head pointed down at the carpet. No theatrics now, Winterrest shot up on tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to THWUNK Becky's skull against the floor courtesy of a brutal Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVAWqdfcsVM
Savoring the sight of her shadow looming over Clayton's starfished frame, Elise slid forward and planted her ass on the blonde's face for the second time that evening. She didn't bother to seize Becky's hands, instead she pressed her own palms to the former World Champ's tummy while Al Carpenter sank to one knee and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky got her hands against that domineering derriere and dumped Elise out of her seat with barely a whisper to spare! Elise looked more surprised than angry, as evidenced by the fact that her attention remained glued to the BFG without sparing Carpenter so much as a glance.
“Let me guess, your heart's given out, but it didn't bother to tell the rest of your body? No matter, I believe we'll finish this outside.”
Plunging a hand into Clayton's long locks, Winterrest dragged her to all fours and proceeded to lead / drag her toward those open double doors in a humiliating dog walk! “Yuuuhhhh... you bitch.” Bex was trying to get to her feet, but the Icy Manipulator timed her tugs to keep the big blonde off balance. “You're gonna fucking pay for thisOOOWWWNNNNGHHH!”
Snatching a handful of camo waistband as they reached the threshold, Elise muscled her burden to a wobbly semblance of verticality, then tossed her out onto the wet stones of the balcony! “That's the last time you'll befoul my house, tramp.” Winterrest promised, the willowy brunette looking every bit the triumphant proprietress as she stalked out to finish off the brawny interloper. “Now, are you going to voice your submission like a good little girl or do I have to hurl you over the railing like a useless piece of trash?”
Seething over the dismissive treatment she'd endured in the confines of the Queen's Chambers, Becky clambered to her feet, then glanced over one shoulder to the balcony rail and the darkness beyond. She was satisfied that any prospective fall wouldn't result in serious injury, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like hell and she definitely didn't want to go down in AHE history as the the first woman to lose via forcible ejection from the Queen's Chambers.
Breathing hard, she turned back to Elise and spread her arms wide. Lips curling in a smile as the rain pattered around her, the Camouflage Crusher replied, “Honey, you couldn't even keep my shoulders on the floor for three seconds. What makes you think you've got what it takes to toss my ass over that railing?”
Elise shook her head in disbelief. “I'm more than happy to show you, Rebecca.” Do be so kind as to scream on the way down, it'll be useful in gauging the height of the dro--”
“Shut up and fight, bitch.”
Well and truly tired of the blonde's sass, Winterrest obliged at once, Miss Murder charging out onto the balcony to slash at Becky's eyes-NO!
Clayton caught hold of that wrist, yanked her foe's arm away and immediately twisted her hips to the side so she took Elise's Kneelift on the side of her thigh rather than between them! Bex grimaced, caught a hank of Winterrest's hair with her free hand and yanked her into a Headbutt that THUNKED between the eyes!
Elise staggered on the spot without going down, Clayton held her in place just long enough to wrap a hand around the brunette's throat. In the next instant she tossed Winterrest's hand aside, then stuffed her own mitt between Miss Murder's thighs and boosted her high overhead with a gorgeous Military Press! Any other night of the year this would've been precursor to a spine-rattling Black Ops, but All Hallows Evil was unique on the calendar and that's why Clayton pivoted around in a half circle and started to rush toward the balcony railing!
“NO! NO! NOOOOOO!” Elise thrashed wildly in the Destroyer's grasp without achieving any measure of escape until she managed to curl her right hand into a claw and slash it across Becky's eyes! Clayton shrieked and put her hands to her face, a shift that allowed Winterrest to drop into an awkward landing on the blonde's six. Refusing to acknowledge the frantic beating of her heart in the wake of this narrow escape, Elise smashed a Broadside Kneelift across the small of Clayton's back, then buried both hands in the blonde's hair and threw her gut-first into the railing!
Becky grunted and folded around the wet stone so Winterrest slapped on a Half Nelson and worked her other arm between the Destroyer's thighs. Hooks set, Elise dipped her knees and fought to muscle the challenger over the railing like she was trying to dump her over the top rope. “Yuuhhh... you've had your fun, dog-face.” Winterrest grunted. “Now get your fat ass out of my housNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGHHH!”
Clayton raised her left arm and brought it down over and over again, the former World Champion smashing her elbow into the base of Elise's skull until she stopped trying to eject the blonde. Twisting around so her back was to the rail, Becky gave Elise a shove to create some space, then created a whole lot more with a big Mule Kick that sent the Icy Manipulator backpedaling across the smooth stone floor.
Catching her balance after a few more steps, Winterrest raked hair out of her eyes and glared a hole through the Camouflage Crusher. “You're finished, Clayton. Used up. If I don't dump you into the moat I'll split your head open right here on this floor.”
Becky frowned, then smirked and took a step forward. “You could try.” she agreed. “Or I could just knock your ass out and take this place for my own.”
Elise scoffed even as 'lighting' flashed overhead. “You and what armHHHRRRGGGHH!”
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzHeP7-RqjM
Someone rushed out of the shadows to Elise's left, hopped up and THWHACKED a huge Pump Kick offa the side of the brunette's head! Utterly gobsmacked by the blindside blow, Winterrest wobbled in place, her arms windmilling drunkenly as she tried to regain her bal-- Clayton caught Elise across the clavicle with a Lariat that turned the brunette inside out before she hit the ground on her chest and belly!
“What the hell is this, how'd you get in here?” Al called to the intruder, who was little more than a shadow in a hoodie looming over the wreckage of Elise Winterrest. “Listen, you're not supposed to be on premises, this is strictly a one on one--”
“Elise changed the rules when she took this place from Lenore, Al.” Bex interrupted. “Who says I can't change the rules to take it off her hands?”
“No one, Rebecca.” Al almost did a double take when the newcomer pulled back her hood to reveal a distinctive fall of copper colored hair. “No one at all.” Celia Blassenville said with a faint smile. To Clayton she added, “Paperwork's been drafted, but not finalized. Shall we carry out this change of ownership?”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
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“Yes. I've had enough of this snotty brat.”
Becky bent down, wrapped a hand around Winterrest's throat and dragged her upright. The Temptress joined her shortly thereafter, Blassenville adding her hand to Clayton's even as they each grabbed onto the brunette's waistband. “
Gurgling low in the back of her throat as the pair of Destroyers began to march her across the balcony, Elise honed in on Celia and asked, “Whuuuu... what're you doooooing?”
“You'll see.” Blassenville murmured.
“All in good time.” Becky agreed.
Just like that they dipped down and hoisted Winterrest skyward, the Icy Manipulator's heels barely scraping against the top of the railing as Blassenville and Clayton held her out over the void... and let go! Elise dropped like a rock, the incredulous brunette letting out a loud shriek that was interrupted by a loud SPLASH as she hit the deep water some twenty feet below!
As wide-eyed as the rest of the Basement Dwellers, Al tapped his ear-piece and waited on confirmation from the tech assigned to watching that particular stretch of the Queen's Chambers. Another round of splashing came with the tech's answer, so Al allowed himself a sigh of relief and flicked a signal to the camera. One more horrific shriek pealed through the Queen's Chambers before the Announcer exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... and the NEW Queen of the Madhouse... BECKY CLAYTON!”
“An impressive piece of real estate you've acquired here, Rebecca.” Blassenville told her longtime rival. “Might need a little bit of remodeling though, I'm not sure this aesthetic is particularly you.”
“It's not, but I've got a whole year to redesign it to my specifications.” Clayton replied. “In fact I've already got some decorating ideas in mind.”
“Is that so? What are you interested in?”
“Gold.”
The Mistress of Puppets nodded knowingly. “I believe we can make that happen.”
Going My Way?
The camera bobbled in place so its guests could linger over the question, 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 space and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Several more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Submit For Her Approval
At this point the only way out was through, so the camera barged its way through in search of the Icy Queen of this dark domain.
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 prior to Elise's ascension, 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. Fetching a deep sigh as he tried to let his brain grow accustomed to the odd space, the ref offered a nod to the camera before turning his attention to the double doors of the entrance.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner being crowned Queen of the Madhouse until All Hallows Evil 2023. Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty three pounds. She is the Peacekeeper, the BFG, the One Woman Army, please welcome... BECKY CLAYTON!”
BECKY CLAYTON:
Cheers from the disembodied Basement Dwellers as 'White Flag' played through the arena while several floors below the doors creaked open and the Camouflage Crusher entered the Queen's Chambers for the first time. Bex made it about half a dozen steps before she paused to look around at the minimalist mystery designed by the lady of the house. Like Al Carpenter before her, she wore the expression of someone who not only didn't know where to look, but didn't like what she saw regardless of where her eye landed. The camera seemed to like Clayton just fine though, as did the FAWNatics who appreciated the Apartment House Wrestling take on her usual attire, that being an olive drab camouflage set of cotton briefs and a matching tank-top showing hints of a simple black bra beneath. Finally turning her attention to the ref, she asked, "Does Elise actually spend time here? This place gives me a headache just looking at it."
"I have no idea." Al confessed. "But it would explain a lot, wouldn't it?"
"Care to elaborate, Mr. Carpenter?" a cool, slightly amused voice called from off to the left. "No, no, don't bother wasting your breath. I'd rather hear the Announcer show me the proper respect."
Properly cued, the man with the mic did as bade.
“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:
Strolling out of the shadows of a doorway to the left of the gleaming marble bar, the First Degree Femme Fatale smiled unpleasantly as her name echoed off the walls of the most vaunted prize Harrenhal had to offer. Shifting her attention to the challenger after the Announcer faded away into smooth, velvety silence, Winterrest took her time closing in on her powerful visitor. For tonight's wet work the lithesome brunette wore a matched set of midnight black bra and panties embellished with fine black lace at the waistband and across the cups. Thigh-high stockings completed the elegant, ominous look.
“Of all the potential victims that could've trundled through those doors tonight, I do believe you're the most interesting possibility, Rebecca Clayton.” Elise murmured as she began to pad a wide circle around the former World Champion.
Bex pivoted on her heel to keep Miss Murder in sight but she made no attempt to close the distance, at least not yet. She was still adjusting to the minimalist weirdness of the Queen's Chambers. “While I'm flattered to hold your interest, I'm no one's victim, Elise. Least of all yours.”
“I believe a certain Executrix would beg to differ, though I do freely admit that you pushed her to the brink like few others have managed. Yet here you are, once again without a belt around your waist.” A mock scowl crossed the brunette's face. “You couldn't take Erza's title so now you're trying to steal my deed. I might be concerned if you were anything more than FAWN's greatest case of upward fail--”
Screw the décor and screw restraint, the One Woman Army sprang across the gleaming tiles and would've buried her hands in Winterrest's dark hair if the lady of the house hadn't twisted away from her grasp at the last possible second. Of course Elise being Elise couldn't simply evade, she made a point to trail her fingers across Clayton's flat tummy before hooking them into claws that gouged at the Destroyer's right hip.
“Really now.” a scoffing Winterrest moved through a pair of dark gray overstuffed chairs to put another barrier between the challenger and herself. “Your vaunted strength wasn't enough to conquer a dullard like Erza, do you really think it will yield better results against me?”
“You'll find out as soon as we lock up.” Becky grumbled as she started toward the Icy Manipulator for a second time. “You DO plan to lock up at some point, don't you, cupcake? That tongue of yours is sharp, but not nearly sharp enough to bleed--”
She started to say 'me' but it was still on her lips when Winterrest abruptly raised both hands and exploded at the Camouflage Crusher! Those cruelly curved talons pointed toward her face were no joke, yet rather than fully commit to protecting herself Clayton kept her own hands right about chest-level and this proved remarkably fortuitous when Elise dropped into a tense crouch and shot in low to take the blonde's legs! Becky saw it coming, threw her hips backward and wrapped her left arm around Elise's noggin to keep her from going anywhere. Cranking up on the Front Facelock hard enough to get a gurgle from the startled brunette, Clayton formed her right arm into tire iron and brought it down once, twice, three times, each of those heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes THWHAPPING against her opponent's back!
The last shot put Elise on one knee, so Becky yoked her up with a single tug, then sling the near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a handful of waistband for a Vertical Sup-- “OOWWW BITCH!” The BFG cried out in surprise and pain when Elise did some waistband grabbing of her own, but where Clayton hooked on at the hip for control, Winterrest clamped on just below the blonde's navel so she could yank those simple black briefs up in an eye-watering inverted wedgie!
Breaking her own grip before she'd even realized it, Bex sought to liberate her togs from Elise's control only to discover Winterrest did it of her own accord before forcing her head between the taller wrestler's thighs. Such a choice would've been disastrous if Clayton was fully in control of herself, since she wasn't it allowed the Wolf of Winter just enough time to brace her hands against Becky's upper thighs and push off even as she rose to her full height as fast as she could. This resulted in a sort of sawed-off Back Body Drop, one that didn't require Becky to bounce off a set of strands for momentum before Elise powered her up, over and of course down, the startled Destroyer THUDDING down on a swatch of dark red rug.
“Shame you landed on the rug, I would love to hear the PLOP of your overrated ass against the bare tiles.” Elise chided as she circled around to Clayton's feet. Taking an ankle in either hand, she hoisted Becky's legs into the air and stretched them into an awkward 'V'. “I suppose I'll have to settle for the patter of your tears instead, assuming that you don't try to bury your face in your hands like a whining pussy.” Winterrest set her feet and streeeeeeeeeetched Becky's stems until the big blonde pounded a fist against the floor. “You're not a whining pussy, are you, Rebecca? Surely it wouldn't be very honorable to deny me the fruits of the anguish I plan to inflict ton--”
“We'll see who's whining when this is over, honey.” Becky grunted. “You thought it sucked when Zahn put you through the ring? Keep running your mouth and I'll put you through the fucking floNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Elise went up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee and DRIVE the curve of that bony joint against the juncture of Clayton's thighs! The blonde juddered from stem to stern, both hands shooting down to shove at the encroaching knee that Winterrest felt no pressing urge to remove from its present perch. Indeed Miss Murder ground it back and forth for a bit before she got to her feet (with the blonde's ankles still firmly in her possession) and set about attacking Clayton's vulnerable undercarriage with her big toe! Smiling beatifically as the blonde's groans echoed throughout the open floor plan of the first floor, Elise shot Al Carpenter a look that said 'you know what to do.'
Al did, but his answering glare suggested he didn't much care for it. Elise was implacable however so the referee settled into a crouch beside the action and said, “The lady of the house wishes to know if you would like to surrender.”
Understandably preoccupied with more noxious intrusions at the moment, it took Clayton a moment to register Carpenter's question. Once she did, she looked to him, then to her. “Fuck no. You think you're gonna stomp my briefs and I'll just give HHRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Winterrest compounded her suffering with a snappy little Toe Kick to the crotch, the strike also serving as a diversion that allowed Elise to drop to her butt and deftly wedge her heels against the Clayton's center. “From bluster to bawling in less than three minutes, sometimes I even amaze myself.” Elise was stretched out full length, her back slightly arched so she could drive even more jostling pressure against her foe's groin. “Considering all the time and energy Erza wasted grinding you into rubble you think she'd see the sense in hiring me on as a Humiliation Consultant, but I get the impression she's loathe to rely on independent contractors. Oh, and before I forget,” the Icy Manipulator drew her right heel away just to THUMP it against Becky's crotch. “Are you ready to crawl out my front door like the overrated trash yourrrrggghhhhhh!”
The BFG couldn't do much about the pain inflicted by those stamping feet so she decided to inflict some hurt of her own grabbing hold of Elise's toes and bending them in directions they were never meant to go! “Keep running your mouth, Winterrest.” Clayton huffed. “Every word is another inch on the hole you're digging for yourseNGH!”
Elise abruptly released her control over Bex's ankles so she could sit up and deliver a hard slap across the blonde's mouth! In the next instant she seized hold of Becky's wrists and prized them off her aching feet. In the same instant she brought her knees up so she could brace her soles against Clayton's inner thighs, an adjustment that allowed her to puuuuuuuuuuuuush forward on a nasty Wishbone while also puuuuuuuuullling back on her foe's captured wrists!
The unorthodox arrangement left Becky looking as though she were attempting some sort of extreme toe touch, though the pained grimace stamped on her features suggested she wasn't enjoying the burn in the slightest. “You're pathetic.” Elise was all malice and spite as she did her best to force the struggling Destroyer into an involuntary split. “West's an actual genius, Burlingame's a generational talent and even the miserable Raven, much as I'm loathe to admit, rose from obscurity to make a name for herself. But you? You look like every promoter's wet dream and yet you've spent the bulk of your career chasing admiration and honor instead of winning titles. There's a reason Susan's a three time World Champion and you posses the shortest championship reign in this promotion's history. You're soft, Rebecca. All the Military jargon on the planet cannot hide the fact that you do not now, nor have you EVER, possessed a killer instinct. You consider yourself a hero and that's all well and good for food drives and bake sales but this is the Queen's Chambers and it makes heroes bleeHHRRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGHH!” Bex slipped one wrist free of Elise's grasp and immediately grabbed a massive handful of hair. In the next instant she THUNKED Winterrest's forehead off the tiled floor once, twice, three times!
The last collision sent Elise slopping onto her back with both arms flung over her head while Clayton drew her legs in close and rolled over onto one side. After several seconds tending to her aching thighs she clambered to verticality and looked around the glaring expanse of Winterrest's personal playground. The staircase was almost dead ahead, there was what looked to be a lounge and an open door off the left and a sitting area complete with sofas and a roaring fireplace to the right. At each end stood an open door leading off into darkness.
Raking a hand through her hair, Clayton looked to Al and asked, “Where's the nearest room with a lot of crap I can throw this chick into, onto and through?”
Carpenter gave her an apologetic shrug. “The bar, maybe? I know there was a portrait gallery through that door last year, but I have no idea how it might've changed since then.”
Becky looked around for several more seconds before letting her attention settle on the stairs leading to the second floor. “I think I'd like to take in the view from the landing.” she said to no one in particular.
“Uhhhh.... all the better to hurl you from, soldier.” Elise huffed. “I suspect you'll make a most satisfying SPLAT on impOOFFFFH!”
Clayton raised a foot and brought it down on the center of the brunette's tummy! “You wanna talk satisfying impacts, honey? We can turn this place into a goddamned demolition derby!” Winterrest sneered some sort of breathless sass that trailed into an angry hiss when the Camouflage Crusher bent down and snatched a double handful of hair. Bex could've just peeled Elise off the floor but she was still pissed about the early trunk work so she made a point of bouncing the proprietress' head against the floor before she hauled her upright. From there she threaded her right arm between Miss Murder's legs and boosted her up onto the blonde's right shoulder like she was little more than a bag of laundry. Looping her right arm across Winterrest's lower back to keep her in place, Clayton pressed her left hand against the other wrestler's chest to ensure she remained staring straight ahead even when the BFG swung around in a swooping half circle. “Nice banister, baby.” she smirked. “Looks real solid.”
“Whuuuuhhh... whatever you're thinking,” Elise groaned, “it would behoove you to reconsid--”
Bex needed no such second guessing, she sprinted toward the foot of the stairs, then ground to a halt and slung her burden forward and down so that Elise's forehead CLONKED against the newel post on the right hand side! The antique-assisted Snake Eyes snapped Winterrest's noggin back at a nasty angle, yet somehow the First Degree Femme Fatale managed to land on her feet. Her wherewithal didn't bother Clayton at all, indeed she was beaming as she spun Elise to face her, then wrapped both arms around the brunette's slim waist. Hands locked, she squeeeeeeeeeeezed Winterrest's ribs and hoisted her off her feet, Elise forced to brace her shins against the blonde's thighs to alleviate the worst of the Bear Hug's crushing pressure.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPcL0NCxsio
“You ready to take me on a tour of the upstairs, honey?” Clayton shook her prey back and forth and was rewarded with a round of fretful scrabbling at her biceps. “Or do you want to tap out at ground levEERRRHHHHH!”
Lenore had warned her friend about Elise's vicious streak, but the blonde really didn't understand until Winterrest grabbed a double handful of hair and proceeded to gnaw on her forehead! “BITCH!” Becky poured even more power into the Bear Hug and while she was pleased to feel the sadist's groan thrum against her forehead she was less enthused by the counter-Scissors she slipped around the former World Champion's waist! Gnashing her teeth as she got a taste of the strength in those svelte stems, Becky bounced in place and huffed, “Stop chewing on me, bitch.”
Winterrest actually had the temerity to plant a little smooch on the welt she'd raised before tacking on another cruel constriction from the Scissors. “You have no power here, soldier.” she purred. “All you can hope to do is endure long enough to earn yourself another pity title shot somewhere in the not too distant futNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Quickly growing to understand why everyone seemed to hate Elise Winterrest, Becky went up on tiptoe, then went down on one knee to THUMP the brunette's undercarriage with a modified Inverted Atomic Drop! Winterrest shuddered hard and the clamp around Clayton's ribs loosened considerably but it was still too tight for her liking so she straightened up and doubled down on the Bear Hug! “The only thing I pity is the poor ice pack that's gonna be stuffed down your smutty little briefs when this is all ovOOOOOWWWWW FUCKIN' BITCH!”
Not content with biting any more, Elise palmed Becky's head in her hands and jabbed her thumbs into the Destroyer's eyes! “Who do you think you are?” Winterrest barked at the shrieking battler. “You're nothing but a footnote, the answer to a trivia question! You haven't EARNED the right to stroll through those doors and talk to me like--”
Clayton swung around and took a few steps away from the base of the stairs. Once she was satisfied she was clear, the One Woman Army settled into a deep crouch and popped her hips to hurl Elise up, over and down with a Release Belly to Belly Suplex that saw Miss Murder THAWHUMP against the staircase several steps up!
Elise shrieked and writhed, the brunette clearly not enjoying any circumstances in which her beloved Chambers were used against her. As for Becky, she stood up and pressed the heels of her palms to both eyes so she could scrub the worst of the sworls away. “Ok bitch.” she rasped after she'd honed in on the vulnerable vixen. “You better hope the first door we come across leads to the Comfy Pillows Room because anything less inviting guarantees the worst day of your life.”
No answer from Elise, who was gamely trying to fight through all the new kinks in her back. Silence didn't bother Becky though, she just tromped up the stairs to Winterrest, snagged a handful of hair and forced her to all fours with several sharp yanks. “C'mon grunt, on your feet.” Clayton chided even as she started to march the brunette toward the second floor landing. “You're not just gonna let me dog walk you in your own house, arerrrrgghhhhh!”
Elise was not, at least that's the impression she gave by raaaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the back of Becky's right leg. “Yuuuhhhh... you're the only bitch in this house, Clayton.” she growled. “And I'll muzzle you as I see fit if I don't start hearing some deference in your NNNNGGGHHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher swung her hips into Elise's head which in turn drove it into the balustrade with a heavy THUNK! “Deference?” Bex sounded disgusted. “Honey, deference requires some degree of mutual respect and I know for a fact there is NONE between us. Now, a little pleading on your part...” Clayton stepped onto the landing, shifted over to a two-handed grip on the brunette's long locks and hauled her upright. “That could at least earn you a little sympathy. What do you say, you want to give it a--”
“You're not fit to lick my ass, you insufferable meathead.” Winterrest interrupted. “How's that for defereNCCNGGH!”
Becky had no idea where the door directly in front of them might lead, but she knew she wanted the Icy Manipulator's skull to smash right through it so she charged forward and THUMPED her forehead against the sturdy paneling! She'd expected Winterrest to collapse to her knees or perhaps slump against the door, so the BFG let out a little curse of surprise when Elise grabbed hold of the knob, opened the door and slipped through neat as you please!
“Tricky brat!” Clayton shouldered the door all the way open and stormed after her foe. “You're not gonna run from-- Jesus, this is awful.”
The space itself was rather elegant with light gray carpet, high shelves to the left and right and a far wall that looked to be one large window. The shelves in conjunction with the large desk situated in front of the window (which showed nothing but darkness and rain beyond) suggested this would've been a pleasant office or study if every surface wasn't positively dripping with blood. Grimacing as her feet squished against the damp, red-stippled carpet, Becky took a few more steps inside and muttered, “You're really fucked up, Winterrest. You know thaNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Elise, who'd been hiding in a pool of deep shadows in a corner directly to the left of the door, rushed in behind the interloper and went low to drive the point of her right shoulder into the pit of Clayton's left knee! Becky lurched forward and crumpled to all fours, though she rose to her knees a bit quicker than the Icy Manipulator would have liked. Wasn't anything she couldn't handle however, as Winterrest reminded the disembodied Basement Dwellers when she hurried to her feet and immediately dragged her nails across Becky's eyes!
Content to leave the former World Champion little more than a blind penitent, Elise backpedaled into the gloom from which she'd so recently emerged, then charged out full speed and took to the skies with a low leap that culminated with Miss Murder THUMPING both knees between Becky's shoulders as hard as she could! It wasn't quite an Inverted Meteora since the Wolf of Winter made no effort to ride her foe all the way to the floor, which was not to say that Clayton didn't offer up an extremely satisfying groan when she went sprawling onto the bloody floor.
ENZU DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSO7SRo-GMQ
Feeling much more like her old self now that Becky was moaning against the carpet, Winterrest took a moment to smooth down her hair and adjust her togs before she said, “You know, I've always wanted a bitch-skin rug in this place. I think you'll do nicely. Don't you agree, bitch?”
“Nuuuuhhhh... never been much of a hunter.” Clayton muttered as she fought to all fours. “But once I run this place I'll happily hang your bony ass up like a tropNNGGHH!”
Elise stomped on the back of the blonde's head, then bent down and helped herself to both ears so she could drag Becky to a knock-kneed verticality. Reeling Clayton into a Front Facelock, Winterrest slung the Destroyer's left arm across her shoulders, then grabbed hold of that wrist and immediately twisted under her foe to bring Becky THUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders.
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsbWfeJSZJE
The Neckbreaker wasn't anything Miss Murder considered a finisher, yet that didn't stop her from swinging a leg over Becky's head to sit down on the blonde's face with all her weight! Catching hold of Clayton's wrists the instant they started to flutter, Elise held them out at the challenger's sides and waggled her hips while Al Carpenter swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Becky kicked her legs up, hooked 'em around Elise's waist and pulled her out of the mount with half a second to spare. If she'd been a little more clearheaded she would've kept the Scissors secure once the pin was broken but at the moment she was far more concerned with getting the brunette's obnoxious ass off her nose. In that she proved quite successful, however it meant her attention was elsewhere when the First Degree Femme Fatale grabbed a handful of hair and stuffed her into another Front Facelock.
“Nasty bitch.” Bex balled one hand into a fist and started pounding away at her attacker's ribs. “Get your damned hands off of--” Winterrest kicked her feet forward and dropped out flat on her back to THWHUMP Clayton's forehead against the carpet with a particularly Murderous DDT!
MURDEROUS DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVYYOY33j1w
The impact left the BFG flattened out face-down until Elise shot a Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. Al saw a smear of red on her features and grimaced, thinking the former World Champ was busted open before noting other splotches on her chest, tummy and thighs and remembering the (presumably) fake blood splattered throughout the room. Noting the dazed expression on her opponent's face, Winterrest laid claim to Clayton's wrists and pinned them high over her head while also draping her right leg across the big blonde's gulping tummy. It was more showcase than pin, but Becky's shoulders were down and Carpenter was already in position to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Becky jerked a shoulder off the carpet to break the pin, but her wrists remained in the brunette's possession. “What's wrong, Sargent Big Strong McTuff Girl can't get free of little ol' me?” Winterrest giggled nastily as she snuggled in close and worked her left leg under Clayton's lower back to secure the Bodyscissors Bex had neglected only moments prior.
Gnashing her teeth as the brunette's thighs started pouring on the pressure, the One Woman Army huffed, “You're real good at cheap shots, bitch. But when we go head to head? You end up stretched out on the stairs and crying for MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Elise forced Becky's wrists together so she could control both with her left hand. With her right hand now free to indulge its nastiest desires, the Icy Manipulator curled it into a muzzle and laid it atop Clayton's mouth and nose in a snug smother! What makes you think you'll get another shot at a fair fight, dog face?”she cooed. “Sweet Melissa came in here spouting similar nonsense and do you remember what happened to her? I made her submit on the floor of a theater, then stuffed her bawling ass into a chair so she could watch her failures for the rest of the nighRRRGGHHH!”
Becky wrenched a hand free from the brunette's grip, but rather than try to prize the palm offa her mouth she snatched a fistful of Elise's dark hair and yanked like she meant to peel it off! Smiling despite of the burning in her scalp, Winterrest locked eyes with the struggling Destroyer and teased, “Oh dear me, are those your deadly serious 'I'm done taking shit from you!' eyes? I must say they're most impressive and have probably sent chills down the spine of many a lesser woman. Alas, these are the Queen's Chambers, I am the Queen...” Winterrest pulled her hand away, not so that Clayton could breathe (though the blonde didn't miss the opportunity to do exactly that) but so she could rub her palm into a particularly sodden patch of bloody carpet. “And you will continue to eat shit until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson!”
Now Becky did try to intercept the brunette's mitt as it closed in on her panting mug, alas Winterrest outfoxed her by swiping red stuff in the blonde's eyes before she clamped down on the HOM tighter than ever! Clayton's whine of distress buzzed against Elise's hand, a soft, pleasant sound that made Miss Murder smile and bear down on the Scissors that much harder. “Already wild-eyed and splattered with the red, you're pathetic!” Winterrest taunted the straining powerhouse. “I thought your strength would prove at least slightly interesting, but you're just an overrated slab of bikini meat ready for the slaughtrrrrrrggghhhh!”
Becky stuffed a free hand against Elise's chin and shoved her head back at an unpleasant angle while also working to jam a few fingers into the brunette's mouth for a makeshift Mandible Claw! Winterrest turned her head from side to side to countermand these efforts, but with one hand controlling Becky's other arm and the other in charge of the smother she didn't have much in the way of assistance. Deciding a change of tactics could better frazzle her opponent's vulnerable psyche, Elise abruptly released the Hand Smother so she could slip that hand up under the blonde's tank-top for a rough squeeze of that vaunted 'heavy artillery!'
“Mmmmmmhhhh, listen to you squeal!” Winterrest's words were a little slurred by Becky's straining hand, though not nearly enough to obscure the malice in her tone. “Astounding. You're technically a World Champion twice over and yet here you are wailing like a brat who's never been in a catfight!”
“Buuuhhh... been in plenty of fights, asshole.” Becky was mashing Elise's cheeks in a galling fish-face now while her other hand struggled valiantly against the ruthless rummaging going on beneath her tank-top. “Just been a long time since I've tangled with a slut as nasty as yoOOOOOOWWWWWW YOU BITCH!”
Winterrest raised the decibels in the Queen's Chambers by a factor of ten when she honed in on the blonde's nipples, Miss Murder utterly pitiless in the white-knuckle twisting she inflicted on Clayton's girls. “The quit is pouring off you in waves, soldier.” Elise had squirmed free of Becky's grip and leaned in close, almost cheek to cheek to better sneer in her prey's face. “I smelled it the instant you trudged your ass through that curtain to mean mug at Erza a few months back. You can still play a convincing bad-ass at a distance, but smart money knows that Adelaide RUINED you last year. You barely survived a standard wrestling match against Erza and she didn't even bother to go after your trunks.”
Clayton's eyes went wide, then narrowed to furious slots as interpreted Winterrest's threat. “Don't even think about it you fucking psychopa-HHRRRGGHHH!”
But Elise had indeed thought about it and she converted those thoughts into action with a viciously hooked claw-grip affixed to the Destroyer's crotch! “Cry for me!” Miss Murder demanded before nipping the tip of Becky's nose with her teeth. “Cry for me, dog-face! Cry and MAYBE I won't make you screANNNNGGGHH!”
Letting loose with a bellow of desperation, Clayton ripped her trapped wrist free of Elise's grasp and snatched a massive handful of hair. In the next instant she yanked Winterrest close and snapped her head forward to THUNK a Headbutt between the bridge of her nose!
Eyes flooding in the span between heartbeats, Elise forgot all about her talons in favor of tending to her throbbing nose. She didn't relinquish the Scissors and this soon proved a big mistake when Bex sat up and pak-pak-pak-PAAAKED a flurry of furious left hands into the pit of her opponent's stomach. Winterrest huffed and actually began to disengage but now it was Clayton denying separation as she looped her arms around the brunette's upper thighs and locked them in a tight S-grip. “Gotcha now, bitch.” the BFG taunted as she clambered to verticality, then wedged Elise's shins beneath her armpits.
“Careful what you wish for, idiot.” Winterrest growled in a tone decidedly more nasal than usual. “Soon as I get my hands on you I'll tear you to pieceWHOOOAAAHH!”
Becky yoked up on the brunette's legs and began to spin, slowly at first, but building speed with each rotation. Within the confines of the squared circle Clayton would've made a point to stay in roughly the same spot, tonight however she used the momentum to drift in the direction of the big desk on the far side of the study. As for Elise, she was still holding her face in both hands which meant she didn't realize what Clayton had in mind until the Camouflage Crusher THAWHUNKED her head and right shoulder into the front of the desk! The sudden stop sent Elise to the carpet in a heap, but Becky didn't release the brunette's captured legs. Instead she dragged Winterrest clear of the desk, then dipped into a crouch and flipped Miss Murder onto her chest before she stepped over and sat down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds on Elise's lower back!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFTRNDJt8BE
“Tap out!” Becky emphasized the demand by slamming her glutes into the hollow of her opponent's spine. “Nowhere to crawl you nasty little rat, so tap the fuck out before I break you in half!”
Al, who'd seen Elise endure some positively ghastly contortions before even contemplating surrender still hunkered down beside the straining brunette to gauge her response. “What do you say, Elise? Need me to call for it?”
“To the machinations of this neanderthal?” she sneered. “Who do I look like, a Bloodwind? I'm afraid it will take more than the matte green dump truck of Rebecca's ass to make me forfeit the deed to this placRRRGGGHHHH!”
Infuriated by the dismissive treatment, Becky tossed the brunette's right leg aside and flattened her left hand into a spade so she could drive the bottom edge into the fork of Winterrest's crotch with a quick Chop! “No ropes for you to crawl to, grunt.” Clayton reached back with her choppin' hand, grabbed hold of Elise's hair and aggressively smooooshed her face against the carpet. “No cheap little tricks to get you out of trouble, no insults that are gonna convince me to let you go. All you can do is cry off and hope the new Queen of the Madhouse decides to let you go!”
The threat was still hanging in the air when Bex palmed that strained left knee in her free hand and leaned back to put even more torque on her opponent's vertebrae. Elise groaned in a mixture of disgust and pain as Clayton continued to wrench and tug on her straining leg. The idiot was right, much as she hated to admit it. There was no easy way out of this odious predicament, but then, Miss Murder wasn't really a fan of the easy way even if she HAD secreted away several nasty little surprises in this very room. Of course to spring any of these surprises she'd have to reach something other than the middle of this sodden carpet so she grit her teeth, dug her claws in deep and began to draaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the bookshelf on the far right wall.
Becky felt the slide begin and though she made no direct effort to stop the brunette's progress, she chose to make her journey as miserable by clawing at Elise's strained knee and repeatedly driving the medicine ball curve of her glutes into the small of Winterrest's back. “How's the view from the floor, Elise?” Clayton chided after a particularly stiff Butt Bomb earned a growl from Miss Murder. “The weave on the carpet everything you thought it would--”
“Shut your stupid, yammering mouth.” Winterrest barked. “I thought it was horrible listening to Lemarchand and Zahn prattle on, but they're MENSA elites compared to the likes of AAAARRRRHHHH STOP THAT YOU EVIL TWAT!”
Becky, who'd removed her hand from atop Elise's knee to slap a claw-hold between the brunette's thighs, instead earned another wild shriek of anguish by pinching the clearly limned outline of Winterrest's sex between her thumb and forefinger. “Ask her again.” Clayton's voice was cold as she dished out the cattiest of torments to her cold-hearted adversary. “I don't think she's feeling as confident as she was earlier.”
“What do you say, Elise?” Al was already in place beside his charges. “Need me to call--”
“NO!” she barked at once. “JUST TELL THAT CHEAP WHORE TO OOOOHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHH!”
Bex broke the pincer, punished the brunette's undercarriage with half a dozen hard slaps, then went back to the pincer harder than ever! “Tell me yourself, honey.” the blonde huffed. “Tell me you're finished and I'll let you have this third rate nastiness back without a word of--”
Elise roared like a demon confined and redoubled her efforts to close the distance between herself and the tall bookshelf. As for Becky, she never relented on the trunk work, though the BFG conceded that Winterrest probably wasn't going to submit in the next thirty seconds if she hadn't already. Still, she kept at the 'underhanded' treatment until she heard Elise's hands scrabbling at some volumes on the lowest shelf. Only then did she toss the brunette's captured stem aside and get to her feet so she could DRIVE a heel into the center of Winterrest's spine!
“No way out down there, honey.” Becky explained to the suffering battler. “Only two little words can pop the lock on this dungeon. You know 'em. I know 'em. Lemme hear you say 'em nice and loud.”
“Eat. Shit.” the Icy Manipulator responded much too quickly for Clayton's liking.
Scowling at the blatant disrespect, Becky bent down, grabbed a double handful of hair and promptly scraaaaaaaaaaaaaped Winterrest's forehead back and forth against the volumes on the lowermost shelf! “Still looking for a way out, bitch? Doesn't seem to be anything down there, maybe we should check higher up?”
“I'll...I'll do it myself, thanks.” Elise groaned. “These aren't Little Golden Books so they're probably a bit above your reading levEERRRRHHH!”
Becky yanked Miss Murder upright with a double handful of hair and THWHUNKED her noggin against several of the books at head height. “Call me stupid one more time, honey.” Clayton hissed in the other woman's ear. “Do it again and see what happens.
“Dear Rebecca, you're not stupid, you're ignorant.” Elise reached out and grabbed hold of the shelf for support. “Apparently no one ever bothered to tell you... books are a gateway.”
She grabbed hold of an innocuous looking volume, gave it a pull and damned if the whole bookcase didn't swing away to reveal a passage behind the wall! Becky stepped back more on instinct than anything else, but cursed herself a fool when Winterrest slipped through the gap like a foul breeze.
“Get back here Elise!” the Camouflage Crusher stormed into the breach ready to tear after fleeing proprietress but she stopped cold when she found herself in a long hall flanked on both sides by several honest to god suits of armor. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Clayton muttered to no one in particular.
She was still assessing the situation when Elise's voice called out from the shadows to her left. “What're you waiting for, idiot? I thought you were going to tear me to pieces! Or perhaps that's just another bit of false bravado designed to bolster your fragile ego? Thank you for your service indeed!”
Shoulders rising and falling as she endured another sharp burst of Winterrest-hate, Bex fought a strong urge to stamp her foot and decided on something much more atmospheric when she BWANGED a fist against the glittering shield held by the nearest suit of armor. “Get your ass out here, coward!” she barked into the gloom. “If I have to hunt you down it's not going to be pretty!”
Elise tittered from somewhere off in the darkness. “What's wrong, you're telling me that dog face doesn't come equipped with a useful nose?”
“All right honey, you chose violence?” Clayton hissed. “You live with violence.”
The expression on Becky's face suggested living might be quite the challenge for Elise if she got her hands on the brunette, not that Al dared suggest another course of action when there were so many swords and spears within easy reach. Lips set in a thin, grim line as she stomped off down the wide hallway, Becky kept her head on a swivel in an effort to prevent another blindside attack from the Wolf of Winter.
“Where'd you go, baby?” Clayton called out when fifteen seconds ticked by with nothing but silence from her rival. “You of all people should know there's no way to escape this ca--”
A rumble of thunder cut her off, the noise much louder than what Becky would've expected for a place that despite all appearances, was still the sub-basement of an old asylum. Another rumble brought lightning with it and in the flash Becky saw a double door at the end of the hall that seemed to lead to a rain swept balcony. To the left a heavy wooden door that was a twin to the one leading into the crimson study. Both of them were open, the balcony thrown wide, it's wooden cousin only a crack. Clayton paused, her eyes flicking back and forth as she surveyed both options. Winterrest was lurking behind one of them, of that there was no doubt. The one on the left seemed the most likely, yet she wouldn't put it past that sadist to wait in the most inhospitable place possible just to gain an advantage.
The thought had just crossed her mind when there was a bright flash of white light and another peal of thunder. The illumination didn't actually reveal anything but the absence of Elise set the BFG on a course for the left do--“NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Using the thunder as cover, Winterrest hopped down from her perch behind one of the suits of armor and sprinted in from the right, Miss Murder taking flight half a heartbeat before she caught Becky's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and THWHUNKED it against the floor with a truly Murderous Cutter!
MURDEROUS CUTTER @ 1:27:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1XzYMQkXDU
The First Degree Femme Fatale spun to one knee but rather than go for a cover she swiped the hair out of her face and cackled like a lunatic. “Oh you poor, sweet idiot. Did the Raven really not warn you about me? Or were you just not listening?”
Becky groaned, braced her hands against the floor and slowly struggled to all fours. Elise didn't much care for the lack of genuine response, though her mood brightened considerably when she spotted an opportunity for some much deserved vengeance. Circling around behind the woozy blonde, Winterrest grabbed hold of Clayton's tank-top in one hand, then CRACKED those sturdy glutes with a gaudy slap before gouging a five tined spade into the former World Champion's crotch! Elise jiggled her grip up and down, right and left, the black-clad Queen of the Madhouse letting her fingers do the talking for several agonizing seconds before she barked, “Submit! You don't belong here, Clayton! You've been outclassed the moment you scurried through the front door!”
“NO!” Becky reached back with her left hand in hopes of prizing the brunette's grip loose but all she managed was a scrabbling swat at her wrist. “GET OUT OF MY BRIEFS AND STOP FIGHTING LIKE A BITCH-OOOOOOOHHHH YOU VICIOUS CUNT!”
Winterrest released the Claw for a moment, but only to slip that hand beneath the battle-damp expanse of Clayton's togs so she could attack the blonde's center directly! Baring her teeth in a positively wolfish grin, Elise shifted her other hand from Becky's tank-top to her hair, the Icy Manipulator yanking her prey's head back to better show her off to the FAWNatics of Orlando and beyond. “SAY IT, CLAYTON!” Winterrest ordered. “Open your eyes, look straight into the camera and tell all of those troglodytes that you NEVER had a chance in this fight!”
Al moved in to check on an actual submission, though Elise warned him off with a single glare. As for the One Woman Army, she didn't tap out or otherwise signal her surrender, she did however open her eyes and hone in on the camera just as Miss Murder had demanded. “I'm Becky Clayton.” she rasped. “I'm gonna fuck this chick up so bad she's not gonna walk right for a monNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Furious, Elise abandoned the claw only to join her hands in a Double Axehandle that she brought THWUMPING down on the nape of the challenger's neck! “You're going to fuck ME up?” Winterrest snatched a massive handful of hair and swiped Becky's protesting features back and forth across the carpet. “YOU? Are going to fuck ME up? You poor deluded bitch, I was going to torture you a little while longer, but it's clear all the cords inside your mind have already snapped. The only thing left to do is put you out of your misery.”
Guided by this ominous proclamation, Miss Murder doubled down on her hair-hold and hauled Clayton to verticality. Once they'd reached that destination she switched over to Wristlock, then stepped away and dropped a shoulder to hurl Bex toward the open door leading to the balcoNO! Elise apparently wasn't quite done torturing just yet because she dug in her heels and yanked Clayton back the way she'd came. Crouched low when the Camouflage Crusher stormed in, Winterrest braced both hands against the blonde's belly and pushed straight up even as she rose to her full height! The loftiness of the tunnel ensured Clayton didn't bang her head against the ceiling, though there wasn't a whole lotta clearance left by the time she reached the apex and started to descend. Simply plummeting to the floor would've meant a painful face-down landing, but Becky managed to adjust in mid-air so that she landed on her feet with--'OOOOOOOHHHH's!' from the absentee crowd when the Wolf of Winter SLAMMED a punt between her foe's thighs just as her toes returned to terra firma!
Becky went knock-kneed without actually going down, which meant Elise didn't have to do any extra work before she tilted to one side and wrapped her arms around the crippled Destroyer's waist in a Gutwrench. Hands locked, she boosted Clayton up and spun her through a hundred and eighty nauseating degrees that ended with the crown of her head pointed down at the carpet. No theatrics now, Winterrest shot up on tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to THWUNK Becky's skull against the floor courtesy of a brutal Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVAWqdfcsVM
Savoring the sight of her shadow looming over Clayton's starfished frame, Elise slid forward and planted her ass on the blonde's face for the second time that evening. She didn't bother to seize Becky's hands, instead she pressed her own palms to the former World Champ's tummy while Al Carpenter sank to one knee and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky got her hands against that domineering derriere and dumped Elise out of her seat with barely a whisper to spare! Elise looked more surprised than angry, as evidenced by the fact that her attention remained glued to the BFG without sparing Carpenter so much as a glance.
“Let me guess, your heart's given out, but it didn't bother to tell the rest of your body? No matter, I believe we'll finish this outside.”
Plunging a hand into Clayton's long locks, Winterrest dragged her to all fours and proceeded to lead / drag her toward those open double doors in a humiliating dog walk! “Yuuuhhhh... you bitch.” Bex was trying to get to her feet, but the Icy Manipulator timed her tugs to keep the big blonde off balance. “You're gonna fucking pay for thisOOOWWWNNNNGHHH!”
Snatching a handful of camo waistband as they reached the threshold, Elise muscled her burden to a wobbly semblance of verticality, then tossed her out onto the wet stones of the balcony! “That's the last time you'll befoul my house, tramp.” Winterrest promised, the willowy brunette looking every bit the triumphant proprietress as she stalked out to finish off the brawny interloper. “Now, are you going to voice your submission like a good little girl or do I have to hurl you over the railing like a useless piece of trash?”
Seething over the dismissive treatment she'd endured in the confines of the Queen's Chambers, Becky clambered to her feet, then glanced over one shoulder to the balcony rail and the darkness beyond. She was satisfied that any prospective fall wouldn't result in serious injury, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like hell and she definitely didn't want to go down in AHE history as the the first woman to lose via forcible ejection from the Queen's Chambers.
Breathing hard, she turned back to Elise and spread her arms wide. Lips curling in a smile as the rain pattered around her, the Camouflage Crusher replied, “Honey, you couldn't even keep my shoulders on the floor for three seconds. What makes you think you've got what it takes to toss my ass over that railing?”
Elise shook her head in disbelief. “I'm more than happy to show you, Rebecca.” Do be so kind as to scream on the way down, it'll be useful in gauging the height of the dro--”
“Shut up and fight, bitch.”
Well and truly tired of the blonde's sass, Winterrest obliged at once, Miss Murder charging out onto the balcony to slash at Becky's eyes-NO!
Clayton caught hold of that wrist, yanked her foe's arm away and immediately twisted her hips to the side so she took Elise's Kneelift on the side of her thigh rather than between them! Bex grimaced, caught a hank of Winterrest's hair with her free hand and yanked her into a Headbutt that THUNKED between the eyes!
Elise staggered on the spot without going down, Clayton held her in place just long enough to wrap a hand around the brunette's throat. In the next instant she tossed Winterrest's hand aside, then stuffed her own mitt between Miss Murder's thighs and boosted her high overhead with a gorgeous Military Press! Any other night of the year this would've been precursor to a spine-rattling Black Ops, but All Hallows Evil was unique on the calendar and that's why Clayton pivoted around in a half circle and started to rush toward the balcony railing!
“NO! NO! NOOOOOO!” Elise thrashed wildly in the Destroyer's grasp without achieving any measure of escape until she managed to curl her right hand into a claw and slash it across Becky's eyes! Clayton shrieked and put her hands to her face, a shift that allowed Winterrest to drop into an awkward landing on the blonde's six. Refusing to acknowledge the frantic beating of her heart in the wake of this narrow escape, Elise smashed a Broadside Kneelift across the small of Clayton's back, then buried both hands in the blonde's hair and threw her gut-first into the railing!
Becky grunted and folded around the wet stone so Winterrest slapped on a Half Nelson and worked her other arm between the Destroyer's thighs. Hooks set, Elise dipped her knees and fought to muscle the challenger over the railing like she was trying to dump her over the top rope. “Yuuhhh... you've had your fun, dog-face.” Winterrest grunted. “Now get your fat ass out of my housNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGHHH!”
Clayton raised her left arm and brought it down over and over again, the former World Champion smashing her elbow into the base of Elise's skull until she stopped trying to eject the blonde. Twisting around so her back was to the rail, Becky gave Elise a shove to create some space, then created a whole lot more with a big Mule Kick that sent the Icy Manipulator backpedaling across the smooth stone floor.
Catching her balance after a few more steps, Winterrest raked hair out of her eyes and glared a hole through the Camouflage Crusher. “You're finished, Clayton. Used up. If I don't dump you into the moat I'll split your head open right here on this floor.”
Becky frowned, then smirked and took a step forward. “You could try.” she agreed. “Or I could just knock your ass out and take this place for my own.”
Elise scoffed even as 'lighting' flashed overhead. “You and what armHHHRRRGGGHH!”
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzHeP7-RqjM
Someone rushed out of the shadows to Elise's left, hopped up and THWHACKED a huge Pump Kick offa the side of the brunette's head! Utterly gobsmacked by the blindside blow, Winterrest wobbled in place, her arms windmilling drunkenly as she tried to regain her bal-- Clayton caught Elise across the clavicle with a Lariat that turned the brunette inside out before she hit the ground on her chest and belly!
“What the hell is this, how'd you get in here?” Al called to the intruder, who was little more than a shadow in a hoodie looming over the wreckage of Elise Winterrest. “Listen, you're not supposed to be on premises, this is strictly a one on one--”
“Elise changed the rules when she took this place from Lenore, Al.” Bex interrupted. “Who says I can't change the rules to take it off her hands?”
“No one, Rebecca.” Al almost did a double take when the newcomer pulled back her hood to reveal a distinctive fall of copper colored hair. “No one at all.” Celia Blassenville said with a faint smile. To Clayton she added, “Paperwork's been drafted, but not finalized. Shall we carry out this change of ownership?”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
“Yes. I've had enough of this snotty brat.”
Becky bent down, wrapped a hand around Winterrest's throat and dragged her upright. The Temptress joined her shortly thereafter, Blassenville adding her hand to Clayton's even as they each grabbed onto the brunette's waistband. “
Gurgling low in the back of her throat as the pair of Destroyers began to march her across the balcony, Elise honed in on Celia and asked, “Whuuuu... what're you doooooing?”
“You'll see.” Blassenville murmured.
“All in good time.” Becky agreed.
Just like that they dipped down and hoisted Winterrest skyward, the Icy Manipulator's heels barely scraping against the top of the railing as Blassenville and Clayton held her out over the void... and let go! Elise dropped like a rock, the incredulous brunette letting out a loud shriek that was interrupted by a loud SPLASH as she hit the deep water some twenty feet below!
As wide-eyed as the rest of the Basement Dwellers, Al tapped his ear-piece and waited on confirmation from the tech assigned to watching that particular stretch of the Queen's Chambers. Another round of splashing came with the tech's answer, so Al allowed himself a sigh of relief and flicked a signal to the camera. One more horrific shriek pealed through the Queen's Chambers before the Announcer exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match... and the NEW Queen of the Madhouse... BECKY CLAYTON!”
“An impressive piece of real estate you've acquired here, Rebecca.” Blassenville told her longtime rival. “Might need a little bit of remodeling though, I'm not sure this aesthetic is particularly you.”
“It's not, but I've got a whole year to redesign it to my specifications.” Clayton replied. “In fact I've already got some decorating ideas in mind.”
“Is that so? What are you interested in?”
“Gold.”
The Mistress of Puppets nodded knowingly. “I believe we can make that happen.”