Post by hawkeye on Nov 8, 2022 0:17:32 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Disqualifications Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first--”
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the woman who now stood center stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing first, representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist hoisting the 'W' sigil that was their hallmark. For her debut in the Madhouse and her first singles appearance on FAWN PPV in well over a year, Daphne wore a dark green two-piece with thin white trim along the waistband, leg-holes and cups. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
Apparently unbothered by the conspicuous absence of her Scandalous conspirators, (rumor had it that Lucy and Mina had been confined to their locker-room following the sneak attack on Cosmic Noir) the Gatecrasher headed down the aisle like a woman on a mission. Taking it upon herself to pick up the slack created by Lucy and Mina's absence, D² treated the neck-beards and Cheeto-fingered Trolls to a steady barrage of taunts, putdowns and other trash talk as she closed on the squared circle. Breaking into a sprint about halfway to her destination, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought her down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly villainish smile, Daphne moved to the far corner where she forced referee Craig Long to grovel and plead before she allowed him the pleasure of inspecting her pads and boots.
This was still going on when the Announcer resumed his duties.“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the Madhouse speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s ‘unkindness’ as large as it had ever been despite the fact that she was no longer the Queen of the Madhouse. Brushing through the curtain a moment later, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the ring for only a moment before she raised the Raven sigil to raucous applause that coalesced into a chant of ‘NEV-ER-MORE! NEV-ER-MORE!’ Flashing Daphne a predatory smile at this show of support, the Lady in Waiting started down the aisle toward a meeting she'd wanted for quite some time.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For this year's appearance at the PPV with which she'd become synonymous, Lenore sported strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Choosing to mount the apron rather than the steps once she'd finished her journey down the ramp, Lenore moved to the center and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she could leap into position atop the rubber-coated steel. No early attack was this, the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven, much to the disgust of one Daphne Dufresne. Smirking even as the other brunette answered with a much cruder sort of bird, Lemarchand hopped down from the strands to claim the center of the ring with her arms spread wide.
Patently unimpressed, Dufresne flipped her off again, a slight Lenore answered by brushing some invisible dust from one shoulder. The other brunette sneered but didn't leave the buckles, so Lemarchand backpedaled into the opposite corner and kept her eyes locked on Daphne while Long carried out his last pre-match ablutions.
The bell sounded and though Lenore wasn't obvious enough to actually glance from one side to the other, she couldn't help but flick her eyes around the basement in search of Scandalous. Daphne saw this and snorted derisively. “What, are you stupid, paranoid or both? Clearly they're not out here. I don't need them to kick your flat ass.”
Lemarchand's dark honed in on the other brunette. “Is that so? Sure looked like you could've used some extra assistance back at Slaybor Day.”
Dufresne's upper lip curled in disgust at the memory of their carefully laid plans falling to ruin. Pushing her way out of the corner, she sauntered toward the center of the ring before offering her reply. “I admit, we didn't predict a third, all the metrics said Burlingame and Treymane were too bull-headed to consider reaching out for assistance, especially not from someone as self-serving as you.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden moved to meet her adversary and now those eyes were only for Daphne Dufresne. “Way Lily tells it, Veronica didn't know I was, ahem, waiting in the wings.” Lenore noted. “I was happy to lend a hand, it's always a pleasure watching Harker and Murray fume.” she paused a moment, smiling. “Spiking your head into the floor was just a bonus. Emily always said such nice things about how you looked stretched out at her feet.”
Dufresne bristled at the thought of her battles against the Black Queen. “And how is the old girl these days? Enjoying retirement after The Brat unceremoniously tossed her out on her fat ass? Why we're you backing her up in that match, bird-bitch?”
A moue of displeasure crossed the Raven's mouth as she closed in on the other brunette. “Her contract situation was a secret to everyone save herself and Kylie. And even if I had known, she would've turned down any assistance I would've offered.”
They were almost nose to nose now, both ladies kept their hands at their sides, but their fingers and shoulders twitched in a way that suggested they'd be clenching at any moment. “Is that because she knew you'd fuck it up?” Daphne purred. “She must have. It's the only reason I can figure why they'd still call you a Lady in Waiting. West finally admitted what everyone else already knew. You're not fit to carry her boots, let alone be called the Black Queen.”
“Remind me, how many tag titles have Scandalous won since they hooked up with you?” Lemarchand chested up on Dufresne and Daphne pushed right back, the pair of lissome bendy-backs channeling their inner tank-top terrors to emphasize their points in the early going. “That's right, none. At least on this continent. You three trash bags put such a stench in the locker room that Bethany had to send you overseas just to air things out a--”
Dufresne's hands flew up in what looked like a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up but one sank deep into her opponent's hair while the other palmed one side of Lenore's face, all the better to jam her thumb into the Raven's left eye! Lemarchand, who'd had to deal with devious rivals trying to exploit the old injury ever since Adelaide first inflicted it, closed her eye a split second before Daphne pressed down HARD!
Such a brazen attack would've earned an immediate warning from the official under normal circumstances, but No Disqualifications at the Madhouse was even more lenient than other places, so Craig Long held his tongue and his count.
“I am going to RUIN you.” Dufresne hissed at the thrashing grappler. “Brewster, Zahn, Singh, Winterrest, none of them could get it done. But me? I'll break your body before I shatter your priNNNGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand stuffed a hand across Daphne's chin, then took the Wicked lovely's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to break it the hell off! Eyes watering at once, Dufresne squealed in outrage before breaking her own grip to shove the Raven back on her heels. “You couldn't beat Emily.” Lenore murmured as she stared daggers at Daphne. “You sure as hell can't beat me.”
“The fuck I ca--” Lemarchand pounced and again it looked like a standard Lock-up, but the Lady in Waiting made it infinitely more unpleasant by slipping not one, but both thumbs into the corner of her opponent's mouth! “Smile, I said smile for me, cutie!” Lenore growled as she stretched Dufresne's grin to freakish proportions. “You better go ahead and smile now because you'll be sobbing like a bitch when we're doNOOOOOWWWWW!”
Daphne snagged hold of one wrist and held on tight enough to turn her head and chomp down on the other wrestler's probing thumb! Lemarchand answered with a hard slap to the head and Dufresne countered in kind, the speed and intensity of the blows suggesting a great deal of animosity between two women that'd never shared a ring prior to tonight. The slapping transitioned to a bout of ill-tempered hand fighting that ended when each broke away from the other, Lenore and Daphne punctuating their temporary ceasefire with a rough shove that almost got them going all over again.
“How do you want to do this, asshole?” Lenore asked as she rubbed the sting from her recently gnawed thumb. “You want to try and pretend you can keep up in a wrestling match or should we just throw hands until you fall down?”
Daphne, who had a hand to her mouth to better massage her distended cheeks, pulled that guard away so she could flip the Raven an entirely different bird. “Why don't we call it shit-bag's choice and let you decide? That way there's only so much whimpering you can do when I--”
Lemarchand brought her right knee up to waist level in a little hop that had Dufresne backing off fast in anticipation of a nasty Switch Ki--CRACK! Lenore switched it up all right, but instead of striking with her foot she darted in and paintbrushed the side of Dufresne's face with an equally mean-spirited Bitch Slap! The Wicked brunette stumbled, caught her balance, then crumpled to one knee because Lemarchand followed her swat with a stiff pie-facing!
“You're the only one getting flushed tonight, honey.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden promised. “Or maybe I'll just scrape you off my boots and call HHHRRGGHHHHHH!”
Daph surged up and forward, sweeping Lenore into a clinch just long enough to pound a pair of Kneelifts into her tummy! Then she dipped low and went around behind, the infuriated grappler hooking her her left leg over top of Lemarchand's left thigh an instant before she slipped beneath her foe's right arm and straightened up to complete the Abdominal Stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=58z4Uv8l_P0
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Dufresne clamped a S-grip against the side of her opponent's jaw and wrenched back to add that much more strain to the painful hold. “You think you can just disrespect me? Huh? Huh, do you?” Lenore's answer was too slow (read: not immediate) for the Washingtonian's liking, so she halved her grip which meant her right hand was free while the left remained clutching the other brunette's chin. Freshly unfettered, Dufresne went about her wicked work with several hard SLAPS to Lenore's flat tummy, a single sharp twist of the Raven's beak and finally some prolonged, white-knuckle squeezing of her foe's left breast! “Yeah, yeah, I got you now. Got you right where I want ya, you whiny quitter bitch. Gonna tap out before I can ruin these sad little B-cups or you gonna hold on long enough for me to inflict some real humiliation?” Daphne didn't actually care about a response, that's why there wasn't a gap between her last question and the moment she shifted over to repeated slaps to the underside of her opponent's vulnerable boob.
Happy to do something other than observe, Craig stepped into position beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Lenore? Need to call it quits?”
“Give up to the mascot?” Lemarchand scoffed through the pain stamped on her face. “I don't fucking think soNNNNHHHHHHHH!”
Not about to endure such disrespect while she was ransacking this loser's top, Daphne slipped a thumb beneath the material of Lenore's right cup and jerked down to bare half of the Raven's bounty! “Did you just call me the mascot?” Dufresne already had Lemarchand's nipple between thumb and forefinger so she could twisssssssssst for all she was worth. “Weren't you the only member of the Black Court that never won a recognized title? Sounds like YOU'RE the fucking mascot, bird-bit--”
“At least I'm not Cousin Oliver.” Lenore hissed. “Seriously, Lucy and Mina could've bought themselves a tiny purse dog and saved themselves all sorts of troub--”
Daphne relinquished her grip and sought targets farther south, the incensed brunette reaching straight for the center of Lenore's purple trunksNO! Lenore grabbed hold of Dufresne's wrist and jammed her thumb into the underside, a rough bit of defense that made Daphne forget all about her own talons. Working her thumb in a mean little circle until the Seattle Sadist was forced to abandon her hooks, Lenore immediately swung around behind the other brunette and bound her in another Abdominal Stretch!
ANOTHER ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
Too furious to address her partially-stripped state, the Lady in Waiting inflicted an identical slight on Daphne, but after a few aggressive nipple twists, she offered the crowd a seemingly out of character thumbs up. This proved to be perfectly in character when the Raven brought that hand down and jabbed the tip of her extended thumb deep into Daphne's navel!
“BITCH!” Dufresne barked in painful indignation as Lenore tried to drive that miniature ice pick deep into her midsection. “Fuckin' get your hands offa MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Lemarchand switched over to a thumb and forefinger pincer grip and twisted Daphne's belly button like she was trying to make it grow! “Ask her.” Lenore said to Craig Long after several seconds of this torture. “Ask Shemp here if she's learned what it means to fuck with me in a No DQ setting.”
“I DON'T QUIT!” Daphne shrieked at once. “Don't waste my time with that stupid shit because I won't submit torrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhh!”
Lenore gave up the navel spike so she could curl that hand into a clamp that she smashed down on the other brunette's taut right flank half a dozen times before bearing down on the area of Daphne's kidney with white-knuckle relish. “Too tuff to tap, huh?” then Raven murmured. “How many times have I heard that in the last decade? Maybe you'll last longer than some of the others, but given all this whining? I doubt nnnnggghhhhhhhh!”
Dufresne couldn't find the angle to wrest free of her attacker's grip at the moment, but her trapped left hand was close enough to Lenore's noggin that she could snatch onto a massive handful of hair. The pressure of Daphne's grip put an unpleasant kink in Lemarchand's neck, yet she refused to break either of her own grips, choosing instead to gouge and knead Dufresne's svelte flank in an effort to leave the ugliest welt possible. Quick to note the beads of sweat breaking out on Daphne's forehead, Craig cleared his throat and asked, “How are you doing, Daphne?”
“What did I tell you about wasting my fucking time?” she growled. “If you want to ask important questions, why don't you ask her how she felt when she realized West never thought of her as anything more than a sidekick OOOWWWWW – oh, struck a nerve, did NNNNNGGHHHH!”
A flinty-eyed Lenore shifted from her kidney clamp to a more traditional Belly Claw, though this version was made considerably worse by the way she'd gouged the tip of her index finger into the Washington native's belly button. “Still hurts that you couldn't beat her, doesn't it?” the Courtier asked. “That she wiped away that phony babyface facade you'd built to show the whole world what sort of entitled, obnoxious little shit you really--”
This observation died away in a hiss of pain as Dufresne freed Lenore's hair in favor of pinching the lobe of her left ear! “She cheated me.” Daphne snarled. “Destroyed everything I'd built just because it amused her. And then the stupid old bitch has the nerve to get herself retired before I can return the favor? Guess I'll have to make due with the Tru Value Black Queenooooooowwwwwwww!”
The attack on her ear made Lenore's eyes water, but she didn't abandon the Abdominal Stretch because she knew just how to return the favor. Relinquishing the Belly Claw without a word, she returned her attention to the other brunette's bare breast and demonstrated the pincer technique that'd made her an AHW terror for the last fifteen years. The strength of these dueling attacks meant pain was writ large on the faces of both wrestlers, however neither of them seemed to be contemplating submission so Long kept quiet even as the Basement Dwellers cheered them on. Eventually a groan escaped Daphne's lips and she reached for Lemarchand's wrist with her free hand only to endure the sharpest twist yet.
“Say it.” Lenore demanded, her own voice brittle as early winter ice thanks to the prolonged attack on her ear. “I'll keep you here all night if need be. If you want out you'll have to tap oNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Daphne crooked her left arm into a 'V' and began jabbing her elbow into the other brunette's left knee over and over again. The angle wasn't the greatest which meant Dufresne hit Lenore's thigh almost as often, but she didn't care. Anything that left a bruise would get the job do-- Lenore abruptly dropped into a deep crouch that resulted in D² getting bent over the encroaching plank of the Raven's thigh at a hellacious angle. “Submit.” No teasing or snark in Lemarchand's voice now, just flat implacability as she continued to tug and twist Daphne's nipple.
“Guuhhhh... gonna work you over for this.” Dufresne gasped. “Make you cry. Make you BEG!”
Lenore smiled at the suffering wrestler's bravado. “You first, bitchHHHRRRGGHHH!”
The Wicked lovely let loose of Lenore's ear, pressed that hand to the side of her face and swiped at her tormentor's left eye! Sheer surprise forced the Raven to loosen her hooks and that was all Dufresne needed to fling her up, over and down with an impromptu Hip Toss that deposited Lemarchand flat on her back. Freedom from her foe's clutches did not mean immediate mobility for Daphne, indeed she crumpled to one knee with an arm strapped tight over her ribs, such was the strain inflicted by the Abdominal Stretch. But the hurt didn't slow her down too much because she was all over Lemarchand as soon as the other brunette sat up, Daphne burying both hands in her foe's hair so she could drive half a dozen hard knees between her shoulders.
“Arrogant bitch!” Dufresne stood up while still holding onto Lenore's hair, all the better to keep her in place for the Soccer Kick she smashed against the curve of her back! Lenore cried out, her hands flying into the air to fend off attackers only she could see. As for Daphne, she whipped around on the spot and raced into the ropes on Lemarchand's six. She returned within moments and it was hardly a pleasant affair for the Courtier as Dufresne went dove on her in a tight little corkscrew that saw the Seattle Siren THWHACK the base of Lenore's skull with a beautiful European Uppercut!
ENZU BASEMENT EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7Sp9Z9vzPs
It wasn't quite the traditional Alpha Strike but it certainly whiplashed Lemarchand hard enough to send her toppling to the deck in a woozy sprawl. Her brain had only begun to process this change in alignment when Dufresne barreled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for a domineering...
ONE...
TWO...
Lenore shot an arm into the air immediately after 'TWO!' to let the Basement Dwellers this battle was far from over. Daphne Dufresne was hardly pleased by this show of resilience, but she didn't spare more than a couple seconds to shoot an ugly look at the referee. Afterward she set about getting her distended top set to rights, a task that was quite a bit more painful than anticipated if the set of her jaw was any indication. “You made a huge mistake thinking you could show me off, bird-bitch.” Dufresne huffed as she filled her hands with the other brunette's hair. “Trying to rip my top off? All it does is remind people of all the ways I'm unquestionably your superior.”
“Well... you certainly sob louder.” Lemarchand tried to keep her tone light even as the Seattle Sadist peeled her off the deck. “And I bet you tap faster too. What else are you good at? Oh yeah, I bet you suck harder than NNNNGGGHHH!”
Daphne thumped a Headbutt into the nape of Lenore's neck, then marched her over to the edge of the ring and forced the Raven's upper body through the gap between the top and middle ropes. From there she shifted from hair-hold to a bicep grip, Dufresne glomming on just above the elbows to drape her opponent's arms over the rubber-coated steel. “Not that you've got much to show,” Daphne snugged in from behind and grabbed a handful of Lemarchand's top, “but this is a horror show, so let's stick to the theme, shall we?”
“Oh, go fuck yours--” Jeers and lascivious cheers when the Wicked brunette tore Lenore's halter down and then off, leaving her stripped to the waist in galling fashion. “Now I know you're not booing my tactics!” Daphne taunted the crowd even as she crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaked them down Lemarchand's back. “So I'm guessing you either don't appreciate founding members of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee OR you just can't see properly. I can't help with that first one, but as for the second...”
Dufresne snatched hold of the Courtier's wrists and tugged her arms backward but didn't apply any real pressure until she braced her right foot between Lemarchand's shoulder. Then she pushed forward with her leg and pulled back on those wrists to secure a viciously augmented Surfboard that was perfectly legal in light of tonight's relaxed rules! Elegant features twisted with pain, the Raven shook her head 'no, no, no!' even as Daphne jostled her wrists and ground the heel of that stern boot in between her shoulders. “Tap out!” Dufresne sneered after ten seconds of work didn't earn the bawling surrender she sought. “Tap out, you pussy-ass quitter! Before I rip your arms off and beat you with them!”
“You can't wipe your ass without help from Scandalous, you snippy little shit!” Lenore focused her ire on Daphne so she could ignore the increasing burn in her shoulders and the fact that she was facing the hard cam half naked. “You don't have what it takes to hang with NNNNGGHHHHH!”
Dufresne lowered her right foot which took a great deal of strain off Lemarchand's back and shoulders, unfortunately the Raven's situation grew considerably worse when D² sprang up, stuffed both heels between her foe's shoulders and came down flat on her back to inflict some serious damage with a modified Lungblower! The force of it whipped Lenore forward and might've tumbled her all the way to the floor if Daphne hadn't scrambled to a seat and caught hold of the other brunette's waistband.
“Don't even think about it, your scrawny ass isn't going anywhere!” Dragging Lenore free of the strands by her trunks and tresses, Dufresne pinned the woozy bendy-back's right arm overhead with a Half Nelson, then repaid some earlier punishment with several pitiless twists to her rival's right nipple. “Wanna tap out before I break you in half?” Daphne cooed in Lemarchand's ear. “All you've gotta do is tell 'em your titties couldn't take it.” She abruptly switched over to the left side to make sure all of the Raven's bounty was properly aggrieved. “We both know you're about to cry, so just tell all these idiots the truth and I'll--”
“Blow the match right when it really counts?” Lenore growled. “Yeah sweetie, I've already discerned your MWHOOOOAAANNNNNGGGHHHH!”
A furious Daphne lowered her left arm so it was strapped across Lemarchand's waist before she dipped her knees and popped her hips to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Half Nelson Suplex! Still holding onto her prey after the impact folded Lemarchand up like a matchbook, Daphne bridged onto her tiptoes to keep the overrated Courtier shoulders down and ass-up for the count of...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rj5vn0yaYDI
ONE...
TWO...
THRRNOOOO!
Lenore twisted hard to the left, flopping over onto her stomach with a couple heartbeats to spare. If Dufresne was irritated by the escape it didn't register on her face, indeed she looked confident as ever when she swung a leg over the prone Raven and took a seat on the small of her back. “You've made some truly impressive enemies in the last decade, bitch.” Daphne made a point to grind her tush against the other brunette's glutes before she reached forward and grabbed hold of Lenore's biceps so she could peel her upper body off the mat and drape those captured arms across the strong planks of her thighs. “A Hellion, a Princess, a Blackbird, a Vampire, a Wolf, even an Empress.” Dufresne laced her hands beneath the other brunette's chin and jostled her head a bit, but didn't apply anything in the way of pressure. “They all managed to put you down for a while, but none of them ever succeeded in KEEPING you down. Me though... I'm gonna put you under my boot when we fight. Every. Single. Ti--”
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQN8Tiez7Gw
“How, you gonna play the hits of a bunch of chicks I already beat?” Lenore was already fighting to get a knee underneath her despite the press of Dufresne's weight. “No wonder Lucy's still the unquestioned leader, she's clearly the brains among you thrRRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Seattle Sadist abandoned the Chinlock without ever putting it to good use so she could reach over Lemarchand's shoulders and 'smeck' greedy claws down on her foe's breasts! “You really have the nerve to call me stupid when I'm sitting here mauling these titties?” Dufresne squeezed a little harder, making a point to dig into the undersides while jiggling the Raven's goods in possessive fashion. “Go on bird-bitch, tell me I'm no match for your mighty intellect while the tears are running down your cheeks!” Daphne narrowed her focus to pincers, the Wicked brunette going full trick 'r teat as a way to punish and embarrass her modestly-endowed adversary.
Lenore didn't have any pithy answer to that, but the look of pinched anguish on her face told Craig Long he should ask one of his own. “What do you say, Lenore? Do you submit? Tell me something.”
“Lemarchand shook her head 'no', then huffed, “Singh does it better. The Clutch AND the nipple tortuHHHNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Dufresne abruptly shifted over to the Chinlock so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the other brunette's neck as hard as she could! “I will put you on the shelf, you arrogant slut.” she sneered down into her rival's upturned face. “So you better start putting some fucking respect on my name. Understand?”
Lenore smiled, an expression made quite unpleasant by the strained hurt already stamped on her face. “Respect. I hear you loud and clear Madam Fuckwit.”
Seething over memories of her wars with Emily West, Daphne released the Chinlock after one final yank, then scrambled to her feet and sprang into the air! Legs kicked forward by the time she reached the apex, Dufresne thrust her hips down to ensure every bit of her weight was behind the Butt Bomb descending upon Lenore's spi--“NNNGGGHHH!” Lemarchand twisted onto her back and brought her knees up to her chest so that D² landed rump-first atop those bony joints!
Daph bounced away, did an awkward spin in midair and landed on all fours in such a way that her forehead still bounced off the mat! Elsewhere, Lenore took a moment to catch her breath before turning onto her stomach and pushing to one knee. Wincing as she touched the welts left behind by Dufresne's Wicked claws, the Fair & Radiant Maiden rallied the Basement Dwellers by transforming her Raven sigil into a hand-bra of sorts, then got to her feet and hoisted it high overhead. Positioned directly in front of the stunned brunette, Lenore turned and ran the ropes to Daphne's left. Dufresne registered the patter of boots closing in so she raised her head to get a better assessment of the situation, alas this proved an exceedingly poor choice because Lemarchand laid out and THWHUNKED her right knee into Daphne's temple!
BASEMENT BUSAIKU KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk8sOuCJJ9A
The Washington native went down in a heap, knocked onto her tummy by the power of the Basement Busaiku Knee. Feeling much better about things with the other brunette stretched out on her belly, Lenore crawled over to Daphne, hooked on at shoulder and hip and tugged her onto her back so she could settle in for a Lateral Press good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dufresne jerked a shoulder off the mat, keeping herself in the contest for at least another three seconds. Lemarchand sighed, leaned back on her haunches and smoothed her hair back with both hands while she looked over the woozy Wicked ruin. Expression remaining neutral, the Lady in Waiting leaned over and pressed one hand to the center of Dufresne's back while the other reached out and brushed her hair aside so she could grab hold of the strap running across the nape of her foe's neck. Smiling ever so slightly now, Lenore pushed down on Daph's back and YANKED up on the lycra to tear it away with a brisk little 'snap'!
“Bitch.” Dufresne clambered to all fours or rather, three out of four, as she kept one arm angled against her chest. “You really wanna go topless against me? It's not like these idiots need another point of comparison between RRRGGHHHH—DAMMIT!”
Lenore hunched over Daphne, making a point to force her assets against the Washingtonian's bare back while she reached underneath and secured a pair of white-knuckled claws to Dufresne's breasts! “You're the only one comparing yourself to me.” Lemarchand cooed in Daphne's ears as she squeezed and kneaded those defenseless orbs. “No one on the other side of that guardrail thinks we're the same. I'm the goddamned Raven, you're Krow with a 'K', what your mom gets ya when they're all out of Raven.” Smirking at Dufresne's hateful snarl, Lenore shifted her head and casually gouged the point of her chin between the other wrestler's shoulders.
Loathing the feel of Lenore's claws on her curves, D² pushed up on her knees only to end up flat on her belly when Lemarchand surged forward against her back. “You fucking skank.” Daphne gave up trying to prize Lenore's hands away and reached back in search of the Courtier's hair. “You're gonna OOOOOOWWWWW!”
Lemarchand repaid the earlier tweaking with a round of her own and she tacked on some interest with a little up and down tugging. “We can go chest to chest if you want.” Lenore taunted, her voice brittle and mean as Dufresne tried to yank her hair out by the roots. “But if we do I'll just pin you down one, two, three. You really eager to lose that fast? Maybe you're just looking for a quick way out so you don't have to submRRRGGGGHHH!”
Daphne put her own talons to work and began to scrape 'em down the sides of her attacker's noggin and neck, the Seattle Sadist doing everything in her power to draw blood. “My claws are sharper than yours, bitch.” she hissed. “My body is better and my will is strongNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lemarchand threaded her boots beneath Daisy's ankles and wrenched her stems apart in a Double Leg Grapevine that started out painful and grew to outright humiliation when the former Queen of the Madhouse raised her hips and brought them SMECKING down on Dufresne's backside. “How do you handle embarrassment, bad girl?” Lemarchand asked. “I thought you'd try to maintain a little dignity, but here you are moaning and groaning while I ride you all over the mat!”
Infuriated by the demeaning treatment, Daphne abandoned the hair-pull and set both hands against the mat and pushed up as high as she could. Doing so didn't free her from the Grapevine and it offered the drooling slobs in the audience a better angle of the Breast Claw than she liked, but she endured both of these problems because now she had enough room to start working her legs free of the Courtier's entwining stem—SMECK! More cheers from the Basement Dwellers as Lemarchand smashed her hips into the other brunette's backside. “Swear to god.” Dufresne promised through clenched teeth. “Do that one more time and I'll—FUCK YOU!”
Lenore treated her to another rough smash, then upped the ante by grrrrrrrriiiiiinding a snug little figure eight against Daphne's buns. “Sorry honey, I don't date down.” Lemarchand giggled. “Wrestling down is the best you can hope for, and frankly you only got this match because you couldn't keep my name out of your--”
Daphne reached back with every intention of jamming her fingers into the Raven's eyes, alas this plan ended in disaster when Lenore halved her own chesty grip and slammed the heel of that hand against the inside of Dufresne's right elbow. The Wicked lovely's support collapsed and she crumpled to the deck with the Fair & Radiant Maiden riding tighter than ever. “EVIL BITCH!” Daphne pounded a frustrated fist against the deck. “YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE NNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore gave up her grips in the blink of an eye so she could palm Dufresne's head in her hands and THUMP a Headbutt against the nape of her neck! That heavy shot finally slowed the brunette's struggles enough for Lemarchand to apply a Waistlock and clamber to boot-leather with Daphne hanging from her clutches. Hands locked, she gouged at Dufresne's belly before she dipped down and popped her hips, the Raven snapping up, over and back to DRIVE Dufresne into the mat courtesy a German Suplex!
D² hit hard, flopped over onto her stomach and started to rise, a process that was assisted by her opponent because the Lady in Waiting hadn't bothered to release her foe from the Waistlock. Daphne hipped to this as she pushed offa one knee, her expression of woozy anger transforming into obvious concern as her hands flew to the other brunette's wrists. “Get the fuck offa me.” Dufresne dropped into deep crouch, fighting hard to ensure Lemarchand couldn't toss her a second time. It worked for the moment, Lenore pulled and gouged but Daphne's boots remained glued to the canvas. “Too strong, bitch.” Daph smirked as she began to plow toward the nearest set of ropes. “You're nothing special without all of your shitty little tricOOOOOOOWWW!”
Quick to punish this denigration of her tactics, Lenore took advantage of the No DQ stipulation by leaning in and biting down on Dufresne's left ear! The jolt of pain broke Daphne's concentration and sent her bouncing up on tiptoes which was all the extra momentum Lenore needed to bridge back for a second German Suplex! Daphne rolled through and Lemarchand rolled with her, the Courtier smiling prettily as she fought to her feet with the wobbly brunette sagging in her grasp. Credit the ring awareness of Daphne Dufresne though, she saw that the ropes were closer and reached for them at on--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Lenore pounded several sharp Kneelifts into her rival's tush, then charged forward and bodied Daphne into the ropes chest-first! Hooking her arms around the rubber-coated steel on instinct alone, Dufresne barked, “LEGGO! LEGGO YOU BITCH I'M IN THE UUUUGGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand slammed a knee into Daphne's crotch and ground it back and forth just because she could. Beaming as the Basement Dwellers cheered her on, Lenore planted a taunting smooch against the nape of Dufresne's neck, then leaned in so they were cheek to cheek. “No disqualifications tonight, remember baby? I don't let go unless you make me!”
“Fucking brat, you won't get away with thiSSSNNNNNGHHHH!” Lenore tore the rubbery-armed beauty away from the ropes, backpedaled into the middle of the ring and turned her inside out with a third German Suplex that left Daphne stacked ass over teakettle. This didn't result in an immediate pin because Lemarchand had finally released her grip, though it certainly didn't take Lenore long to crawl over and drop down across the Wicked wrestler's upturned calves in a miniature Splash good for the...
ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTCUmcs-BCY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dufresne squirmed over onto her side, breaking the count with a whisper to spare. The crowd jeered Daphne's durability, but Lenore didn't seem bothered. She indulged in a few deep breaths and a minor adjustment of her battle-rumpled togs before taking possession of Dufresne's ankles. “Guuuuhhhh.... get off me!” the Seattle Sadist bicycled her legs as best she could, which really wasn't much in the wake of the punishment she'd so recently absorbed.
Lemarchand heard the plaintive note in Dufresne's voice and smiled as she stretched those captured legs into a 'V'. “Shouldn't that be, get off me, bitch? Or have you started to figure out this whole respect th--”
“Kiss my ass you scrawny nerd bitchHHHRRRRGGHHHH!”
The Raven stretched Daphne's legs a little wider, then jabbed the toe of her right boot into the center of opposing trunks and worked it back and forth like she was crushing a particularly odious insect! Flicking a glance at Craig as she continued this perfectly legal tactic, Lenore said, “Ask her, would you?”
“NEVER!” Dufresne answered with a shriek and a pair of raised middle fingers before returning her attention to that encroaching footwear.
“Oooohhhh, I don't know if I quite believe you!” Lemarchand stretched Daphne's legs a little wider to make things even more uncomfortable. “But you seem so damned sure of yourself, so I guess...” the Fair & Radiant Maiden discarded Dufresne's right leg and deftly stepped over / around the left so that the brunettes were locked together calf against calf. Crouching down to re-collect Daph's other foot, Lenore draped that limb over the Washington native's exposed left ankle, then dropped to a seat and threw her left leg over the whole works to elicit a piercing shriek from her adversary.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5MMvFfORNY
Figure Four Leglock, Lenore Lemarchand to Daphne Dufresne.
“Aaaaaaaarrrhhhhhh gaaaaaaaaaaaah daaaaaaaaaaamm!” Daphne wailed up at the ceiling as she buried both hands in her hair to spread out the pain, though she had to smash a furious fist against the mat when Lenore sent a strong pulse through her knotted stems. “Not going to waste any energy crawling to the ropes, are you?” Lemarchand asked. “You know I won't let you go. I suppose you could use them to try and turn yourself over, because god knows you can't do it by yours--”
Daphne sat up and CLAPPED a hard slap against the Courtier's chest!
Lenore hissed, returned the swat, then put Daphne's head on a swivel with a Bitch Slap across the cheek! “You're getting your ass kicked, you know that, right?” Lemarchand barked as Dufresne pressed a hand to her stinging face. “That's why the crowd's so loud all of the sudden, they can sense you falling apart and the love it!”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Daphne lunged for her, but rather than delivering another slap she buried one hand in the Raven's hair and puuuuuuuulled as hard as she could. “I'm gonna love shutting their fucking mouths.” Dufresne promised as she doubled down on the agonizing, albeit legal, grip. “You though, you can keep on screaming just as loud as you--”
The Lady in Waiting filled a hand with Daphne's dark hair and drew her so close their foreheads ground together. But rather than fully mirror her foe's grip, Lemarchand used her free hand to deliver a few quick slaps to the face before she secured a pincer on the other brunette's left nipple. “Funny how all that swagger disappears the instant I get hold of you.” Lenore huffed. “Such a big, cocky bitch when you're ripping off my top and torturing me in the ropes, where's that girl now, Daphne? I'd like to hear what she's got to say now that it's her turn to endure.” Lemarchand paused to twist Dufresne's pliant nub this way and that. “Any show-off punk can talk trash when they're in control, it takes real will to keep it up when they're on the losing ehhhhgggghhhhhhhh!”
Much as she wanted to leave a pair of ugly bare patches on the other brunette's scalp, Daphne simply couldn't resist the Raven's challenge so she freed her right hand from Lenore's hair and earned an audible gasp from the other bendy-back when she mirrored her vicious, titty twisting grip. “Swagger's right here, loser. It's staring you in the face, though I understand why you not be able to see it through those tears you're trying to blink away.”
Lenore didn't answer at once, rather she shifted her hair-grip to the scruff of Daphne's neck. Dufresne did the same, meaning they were eye to eye when the trash talk resumed. “I don't see swagger anymore, all I get is thinly-veiled panic.” Lemarchand relaxed the pincer for an instant only to twist it harder than ever! “You held your own in the early going, made me sweat enough to work for it, but you've been wilting ever since I got hold of your tits.”
“The fuck I am.” Dufresne rasped. “Everyone in that locker room knows they can beat you inside your toooooooohhhhhh staaaaaaaaaahhhhhp!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden took full control of this chest to chest contest when she switched over from tweaking to a campaign of quick, relentless tugging, Lemarchand letting go only to grab on again, and again and again and again! Shaking her head frantically 'no' as Lenore continued to pour in through the cracks in her defense, Daphne abandoned her own grip in an effort to keep the Raven's hand away. But the former Queen of the Madhouse would not be denied, she attacked Dufresne's nipple with the sort of ferocity one only learned from suffering through similar torments during the course of her own career.
“You quitting?” Lemarchand huffed. “You can quit without telling them if you want, all you have to do is break my grip and keep your shoulders on the mat when Craig counts you down for--”
The Seattle Sadist balled her free hand into a fist and drew back meaning to skewer the center of Lenore's purple trunks, alas the wind-up gave her away and the Lady in Waiting rocked her hips up and down, up and down to paralyze Dufresne with racking leg pain! “Ok, if that's how you want it.” Lenore released both grips, pressed her hands to Daphne's shoulders and shoved her flat to the deck. Pleased with the exhaustion and desperation she saw stamped all over the other brunette's face, Lemarchand looked out on the Basement Dwellers and asked, “Still No DQ, right?” They assured her that was the case, then cheered quite raucously when she hunched forward, hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Dufresne's bottoms and jerked up 'on em in a wedgie that managed to inflict punishment fore and aft simultaneously!
Daphne sat up and instinctively reached for Lenore's hands only to swaddle her crotch when the Raven worked the wedgies a little higher! Loathing this predicament more than anything she'd endured in recent memory, Dufresne ground her teeth, sat up as best she could and began to draaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the nearest set of strands. Lemarchand didn't waste any breath reminding the other brunette that a rope break meant exactly nothing tonight, rather she pressed her hands to the mat and boosted her butt by a good six inches, all the better to squeeze the life out of Daphne's strong legs. The pain shot up from her right knee to her hip and back down to her ankle, it was the sort of hurt that made a hand tremble, the kind of hurt that made a crowd start to chant, 'TAP! TAP! TAP!'
Craig Long knew Daphne Dufresne was made of strong stuff, but he also knew the look of a wrestler reaching the limits of her endurance and she wore it quite plainly. Even so, he waited several more seconds before dropping to a knee beside the action. “What do you say, Daphne? Need to call it a night?”
No barked denial this time, Dufresne only shook her head and croaked, “No. I'll never tap to those scrawny ass--”
Lenore had been seated, now she hoisted her butt aloft again, the domineering technician rocking up and down to apply even more strain to that damaged right knee! Daph sat up like the canvas was electrified, both hands flying to her knee even as the Basement Dwellers increased the volume on their calls for surrender. “I don't wrestle to injure.” Lemarchand noted in a curiously quiet tone. “Not even against a nasty bitch like you, Daphne. But I do wrestle to hurt, and that's exactly what you're going to be if you hold out for much long--”
“Kiss. My. Ass.” Dufresne sat up long enough to flip the Raven off, then she crumpled back down and set her elbows against the mat. Doing so kept her shoulders elevated and provided enough leverage for the Wicked warrior to resume that laborious trek to the strands. As before, Lenore didn't belabor the futility of this effort, instead she hunched over the other brunette's knotted stems and attached a claw grip to Daphne's right knee. Dufresne grit her teeth, pounded a fist against the canvas and hissed, “Bitch.”
“Tap out and it's over.” Lemarchand explained. “You can curl up in a ball and groan while I celebrate with all of these--”
“I'll never submit to you, asshole.” Daphne was dragging them both again, though her pace was slower than before. “Emily could barely do it on her best day and you'll never be her, no matter how hard you tryOOOOHHHH FAAAAHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Finally fed up with the trash talk, Lenore set her hands against the mat, but rather than hoist her butt into the air again she bridged high enough to brace the crown of her head as well, then puuuuuuuuuuuushed herself into a gorgeous handstand! This transformation from Figure Four to Figure Eight earned several ghoulish 'Wooooo's!' from those in attendance as well as the aforementioned shrieks from Daphne who sat up to once again scrabble and claw at that gammy knot. A bit of rude jostling from the Courtier stretched her out flat again and though she reached for the bottom rope she was still at least six inches short.
“GIVE UP!” Lenore demanded. “DON'T MAKE ME BREAK SOMETHING!”
Yanking at her hair in a doomed effort to spread out the pain, Dufresne abruptly let loose and stretched out her right arm to-- a set of hands darted under the bottom rope, seized Daphne by the wrist and pulled her almost halfway out of the squared circle!
MINA MURRAY:
Doing so didn't break Lenore's grip on her legs, but it did convert the Figure Eight back to a Figure Four, the suddenness of it causing the Fair & Radiant Maiden to look around in obvious surprise. Understanding rushed in when she spotted Mina Murray with both arms wrapped around Daphne's chest, the Scandalous blonde speaking comfort to the Seattle Sadist even as she glared daggers at Lenore. Lemarchand growled a curse, then frowned and went searching for Lu--THAWHAM! Careful to keep out of sight while Mina made the save, Lucy Harker hopped from the apron to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, then leapt out into the void and executed a perfect mid-air toe touch before she stretched out full length and brought every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds down on the Raven's chest in a brutal Frog Splash!
LUCY HARKER:
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPS2DmLiCqk
That finally undid the Figure Four which meant Daphne pulled herself out onto the apron while Mina shot under the bottom rope and Lucy bounced to verticality above the gut-shot brunette. “Did you really think you could fuck with us and just get away with it, nerd?” Harker spat down at Lenore. “The Tag titles were OURS! They were in the bag and you just showed up to what... screw us because you could?”
“Thruuuhhh... three on two garbage and you know it.” Lemarchand gasped. “You bitches never could fight fairNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Mina grabbed Lenore's ankles, wrenched her legs into a wide 'V' and drove a knee into the center of her purple trunks. “Guess you're not the math genius everyone says you are.” the blonde taunted. “Because the way I see it, Burlingame and Treymane were dealing with three on two? You? Bitch, you're all alone with the three of us.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you laid out Noir earlier, didn't you?” Lenore asked through gritted teeth. “Should've known, attacking from behind is on brand for you shitsSSOOOFFFHHH!”
Lucy stamped down on the brunette's tummy, then grabbed a double handful of hair and scraped her off the deck. “Sorry bird-brain, that wasn't us.” Harker chirped as she sidled in against Lenore's right side.
“Fact is, we don't know who laid out the cosmic chumps.” Mina agreed as took a similar position on the left. “But if we did, we'd send them a fruit basket AFTER we kicked their ass for screwing up our title shot.”
Lemarchand was still too winded from the Splash (not to mention the stomp and low blow) to form an articulate response and that was just fine with Harker and Murray. The former slipped her right arm beneath the brunette's bicep in a Half Nelson while the latter mirrored her on the other side so they could clasp their hands in a conjoined Full Nelson. The Basement Dwellers bellowed in the hope that someone, anyone, would come to the Raven's aid, alas she was still all by her lonesome when Scandalous grabbed hold of her waistband on either side, then dipped down and peeled off a simultaneous bridge that THAWHAMMED the outnumbered bendy-back down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Turned inside out by the force of the Morningsidewinder, Lenore fought to all fours but made it no farther before Mina filled her hands with the penitent battler's dark hair. Peeling Lemarchand off the mat in stages, Murray switched over to a Wristlock and launched her across the ring with an Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED her spine-first against the buckles!
“Haven't you two done enough!” Craig Long barked at Lucy. “Get the hell outta here, let them finish this themselves!”
“What're you gonna do, call for the bell?” Harker scoffed. “Sorry, idiot. The Wheel proclaimed this No DQ and we're taking full advantage of its largess!”
The proclamation was barely out of Lucy's mouth when Mina rushed the corner, took to the air and THWHACKED both heels into Lenore's face in a brutal Dropkick!
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIrHCHIQLvM
Her head snapped back and her legs gave out, the Fair & Radiant Maiden looking anything but as she crumpled to a seat with her head resting just below the middle turnbuck—Lucy barreled in, whipped around and THAWHUMPED a vicious Hip Attack into Lemarchand's increasingly glassy mug!
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_opCfcf_g0
Harker lingered just long enough to swish those buns across Lenore's face, then she'd spun out of the way and on came Lucy for the second time, the blonde throwing herself into a gorgeous Baseball slide that ended with both heels SPIKING the center of her opponent's trunks! Lemarchand collapsed in on herself as a bundle of nauseated anguish, unfortunately Scandalous wasn't done tallying receipts, as the brunette discovered when Murray snagged a handful of hair and dragged her to verticality.
A quick Front Facelock followed, Mina slinging Lenore's near arm over her shoulders and helping herself to a handful of waistband in the process. No simple Suplex was this, even if the blonde did lift her prey all the way to two o'clock before Lucy stepped in and collected the Raven's ankles atop each shoulder. Pressing her hands to the Courtier's shins while Mina shifted her own grip to Lenore's shoulders, Harker asked, “You ready?”
“Whenever you are, dear.”
“Let's smear this brat.”
On that ominous note Lucy pushed UP while Mina pushed OUT, the combined force of their efforts spinning Lemarchand in mid-air so that she was face up with her toes pointed toward Mina. That was about the time Harker caught hold of her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Lenore into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the tandem Iconoclasm they called the Smear Campaign!
SMEAR CAMPAIGN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eC2HtNEos3s
The Scandalous duo was admiring their handiwork when a tired, albeit satisfied voice muttered, “Is this a private party or can anyone join?”
Lucy and Mina grinned wide as Daphne trudged up beside them, the Seattle Sadist still clearly favoring her right knee.
“Oh, you're already invited!” Harker buried a hand in Lenore's hair and hauled her to a woozy seat. “We were just softening her up for you.”
“Like the shit she is.” Mina added a hair-pull of her own and gave Lemarchand's head a rough shake.
“Stand her up.” Dufresne growled. “I want to look her in the eye before I finish her off.” Blonde and brunette obliged, each careful to secure the Raven's arms even though she could barely stand at the moment. “Where're your friends now, bitch?” Daphne slapped Lenore across the mouth, then did it twice more for good measure. “Huh, where are they? You saved their ass and they can't be bothered to do the same for you? Sounds like you're all on your own.”
“Thuuuuuhhhhh... that's exactly what you'll be... when I get my hands on you agaNNNNGGGHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Lemarchand's promise of vengeance ended in a pitiable shriek thanks to the Kneelift D² stuffed between her thighs. “This is the only shot you're ever gonna get.” Daphne leaned sideways, wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist and spun her upside down for what was probably a Tombstone Piledriver. “If the Court was still a thing, you MIGHT have a chance. But it's not. And you don't.” Jeers from the Basement Dwellers and murmurs of consent from Scandalous but nothing from the Raven herself, so Daphne switched from the Waistlock to securing her arms around Lenore's thighs. With each leg conveniently tucked away beneath her biceps, Dufresne shot up on tiptoe then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK Lemarchand's skull into the mat! The searing kiss of the Space Needle left Lenore stacked up on the back of her head and shoulders, a perfect position for Scandalous to each plant a foot atop her upturned calves while Daphne smecked a pair of possessive hands down on her defenseless backside. The jeers grew even louder when Craig swooped into position, but they couldn't stop Lucy and Mina from throwing up W's and they certainly didn't stop the...
SPACE NEEDLE @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WYODyr9hZI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Daphne nodded along with the clang of the bell, then hooked her thumbs into Lenore's briefs and reduced them with pitiless wedgie that continued the full duration of the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
“Don't ever forget it.” Dufresne slapped those vulnerable glutes, then stood up and allowed Harker and Murray to raise her hands to even more hatred from the Sheeple. “Deal with it!” Daphne shouted over the noise. “We just took out the trash that kept us from the Tag Titles! Soon as the Planetarium Patrol is done kissing their boo boo's, we'll claim what's rightfully ours!”
“No stopping us this time, fuckers.” Lucy purred. “No more assists. No more mysterious 'accidents' that keep you safe for one more month. Your shitty little Cinderella story is almost over.”
Mina heard this and flashed a predatory smile. “The three of us aren't stepsisters, but we're more than Wicked enough to finish this farce you call a reign. That's not a scandal. That's a promise.”
With that, the terrible trio flashed another set of W's, then kicked some invisible dirt over the ruined Raven before strutting their way out of the Madhouse.
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the woman who now stood center stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing first, representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist hoisting the 'W' sigil that was their hallmark. For her debut in the Madhouse and her first singles appearance on FAWN PPV in well over a year, Daphne wore a dark green two-piece with thin white trim along the waistband, leg-holes and cups. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
Apparently unbothered by the conspicuous absence of her Scandalous conspirators, (rumor had it that Lucy and Mina had been confined to their locker-room following the sneak attack on Cosmic Noir) the Gatecrasher headed down the aisle like a woman on a mission. Taking it upon herself to pick up the slack created by Lucy and Mina's absence, D² treated the neck-beards and Cheeto-fingered Trolls to a steady barrage of taunts, putdowns and other trash talk as she closed on the squared circle. Breaking into a sprint about halfway to her destination, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought her down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly villainish smile, Daphne moved to the far corner where she forced referee Craig Long to grovel and plead before she allowed him the pleasure of inspecting her pads and boots.
This was still going on when the Announcer resumed his duties.“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the Madhouse speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s ‘unkindness’ as large as it had ever been despite the fact that she was no longer the Queen of the Madhouse. Brushing through the curtain a moment later, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the ring for only a moment before she raised the Raven sigil to raucous applause that coalesced into a chant of ‘NEV-ER-MORE! NEV-ER-MORE!’ Flashing Daphne a predatory smile at this show of support, the Lady in Waiting started down the aisle toward a meeting she'd wanted for quite some time.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For this year's appearance at the PPV with which she'd become synonymous, Lenore sported strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs, while her elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Choosing to mount the apron rather than the steps once she'd finished her journey down the ramp, Lenore moved to the center and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she could leap into position atop the rubber-coated steel. No early attack was this, the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven, much to the disgust of one Daphne Dufresne. Smirking even as the other brunette answered with a much cruder sort of bird, Lemarchand hopped down from the strands to claim the center of the ring with her arms spread wide.
Patently unimpressed, Dufresne flipped her off again, a slight Lenore answered by brushing some invisible dust from one shoulder. The other brunette sneered but didn't leave the buckles, so Lemarchand backpedaled into the opposite corner and kept her eyes locked on Daphne while Long carried out his last pre-match ablutions.
The bell sounded and though Lenore wasn't obvious enough to actually glance from one side to the other, she couldn't help but flick her eyes around the basement in search of Scandalous. Daphne saw this and snorted derisively. “What, are you stupid, paranoid or both? Clearly they're not out here. I don't need them to kick your flat ass.”
Lemarchand's dark honed in on the other brunette. “Is that so? Sure looked like you could've used some extra assistance back at Slaybor Day.”
Dufresne's upper lip curled in disgust at the memory of their carefully laid plans falling to ruin. Pushing her way out of the corner, she sauntered toward the center of the ring before offering her reply. “I admit, we didn't predict a third, all the metrics said Burlingame and Treymane were too bull-headed to consider reaching out for assistance, especially not from someone as self-serving as you.”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden moved to meet her adversary and now those eyes were only for Daphne Dufresne. “Way Lily tells it, Veronica didn't know I was, ahem, waiting in the wings.” Lenore noted. “I was happy to lend a hand, it's always a pleasure watching Harker and Murray fume.” she paused a moment, smiling. “Spiking your head into the floor was just a bonus. Emily always said such nice things about how you looked stretched out at her feet.”
Dufresne bristled at the thought of her battles against the Black Queen. “And how is the old girl these days? Enjoying retirement after The Brat unceremoniously tossed her out on her fat ass? Why we're you backing her up in that match, bird-bitch?”
A moue of displeasure crossed the Raven's mouth as she closed in on the other brunette. “Her contract situation was a secret to everyone save herself and Kylie. And even if I had known, she would've turned down any assistance I would've offered.”
They were almost nose to nose now, both ladies kept their hands at their sides, but their fingers and shoulders twitched in a way that suggested they'd be clenching at any moment. “Is that because she knew you'd fuck it up?” Daphne purred. “She must have. It's the only reason I can figure why they'd still call you a Lady in Waiting. West finally admitted what everyone else already knew. You're not fit to carry her boots, let alone be called the Black Queen.”
“Remind me, how many tag titles have Scandalous won since they hooked up with you?” Lemarchand chested up on Dufresne and Daphne pushed right back, the pair of lissome bendy-backs channeling their inner tank-top terrors to emphasize their points in the early going. “That's right, none. At least on this continent. You three trash bags put such a stench in the locker room that Bethany had to send you overseas just to air things out a--”
Dufresne's hands flew up in what looked like a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up but one sank deep into her opponent's hair while the other palmed one side of Lenore's face, all the better to jam her thumb into the Raven's left eye! Lemarchand, who'd had to deal with devious rivals trying to exploit the old injury ever since Adelaide first inflicted it, closed her eye a split second before Daphne pressed down HARD!
Such a brazen attack would've earned an immediate warning from the official under normal circumstances, but No Disqualifications at the Madhouse was even more lenient than other places, so Craig Long held his tongue and his count.
“I am going to RUIN you.” Dufresne hissed at the thrashing grappler. “Brewster, Zahn, Singh, Winterrest, none of them could get it done. But me? I'll break your body before I shatter your priNNNGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand stuffed a hand across Daphne's chin, then took the Wicked lovely's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to break it the hell off! Eyes watering at once, Dufresne squealed in outrage before breaking her own grip to shove the Raven back on her heels. “You couldn't beat Emily.” Lenore murmured as she stared daggers at Daphne. “You sure as hell can't beat me.”
“The fuck I ca--” Lemarchand pounced and again it looked like a standard Lock-up, but the Lady in Waiting made it infinitely more unpleasant by slipping not one, but both thumbs into the corner of her opponent's mouth! “Smile, I said smile for me, cutie!” Lenore growled as she stretched Dufresne's grin to freakish proportions. “You better go ahead and smile now because you'll be sobbing like a bitch when we're doNOOOOOWWWWW!”
Daphne snagged hold of one wrist and held on tight enough to turn her head and chomp down on the other wrestler's probing thumb! Lemarchand answered with a hard slap to the head and Dufresne countered in kind, the speed and intensity of the blows suggesting a great deal of animosity between two women that'd never shared a ring prior to tonight. The slapping transitioned to a bout of ill-tempered hand fighting that ended when each broke away from the other, Lenore and Daphne punctuating their temporary ceasefire with a rough shove that almost got them going all over again.
“How do you want to do this, asshole?” Lenore asked as she rubbed the sting from her recently gnawed thumb. “You want to try and pretend you can keep up in a wrestling match or should we just throw hands until you fall down?”
Daphne, who had a hand to her mouth to better massage her distended cheeks, pulled that guard away so she could flip the Raven an entirely different bird. “Why don't we call it shit-bag's choice and let you decide? That way there's only so much whimpering you can do when I--”
Lemarchand brought her right knee up to waist level in a little hop that had Dufresne backing off fast in anticipation of a nasty Switch Ki--CRACK! Lenore switched it up all right, but instead of striking with her foot she darted in and paintbrushed the side of Dufresne's face with an equally mean-spirited Bitch Slap! The Wicked brunette stumbled, caught her balance, then crumpled to one knee because Lemarchand followed her swat with a stiff pie-facing!
“You're the only one getting flushed tonight, honey.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden promised. “Or maybe I'll just scrape you off my boots and call HHHRRGGHHHHHH!”
Daph surged up and forward, sweeping Lenore into a clinch just long enough to pound a pair of Kneelifts into her tummy! Then she dipped low and went around behind, the infuriated grappler hooking her her left leg over top of Lemarchand's left thigh an instant before she slipped beneath her foe's right arm and straightened up to complete the Abdominal Stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=58z4Uv8l_P0
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Dufresne clamped a S-grip against the side of her opponent's jaw and wrenched back to add that much more strain to the painful hold. “You think you can just disrespect me? Huh? Huh, do you?” Lenore's answer was too slow (read: not immediate) for the Washingtonian's liking, so she halved her grip which meant her right hand was free while the left remained clutching the other brunette's chin. Freshly unfettered, Dufresne went about her wicked work with several hard SLAPS to Lenore's flat tummy, a single sharp twist of the Raven's beak and finally some prolonged, white-knuckle squeezing of her foe's left breast! “Yeah, yeah, I got you now. Got you right where I want ya, you whiny quitter bitch. Gonna tap out before I can ruin these sad little B-cups or you gonna hold on long enough for me to inflict some real humiliation?” Daphne didn't actually care about a response, that's why there wasn't a gap between her last question and the moment she shifted over to repeated slaps to the underside of her opponent's vulnerable boob.
Happy to do something other than observe, Craig stepped into position beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Lenore? Need to call it quits?”
“Give up to the mascot?” Lemarchand scoffed through the pain stamped on her face. “I don't fucking think soNNNNHHHHHHHH!”
Not about to endure such disrespect while she was ransacking this loser's top, Daphne slipped a thumb beneath the material of Lenore's right cup and jerked down to bare half of the Raven's bounty! “Did you just call me the mascot?” Dufresne already had Lemarchand's nipple between thumb and forefinger so she could twisssssssssst for all she was worth. “Weren't you the only member of the Black Court that never won a recognized title? Sounds like YOU'RE the fucking mascot, bird-bit--”
“At least I'm not Cousin Oliver.” Lenore hissed. “Seriously, Lucy and Mina could've bought themselves a tiny purse dog and saved themselves all sorts of troub--”
Daphne relinquished her grip and sought targets farther south, the incensed brunette reaching straight for the center of Lenore's purple trunksNO! Lenore grabbed hold of Dufresne's wrist and jammed her thumb into the underside, a rough bit of defense that made Daphne forget all about her own talons. Working her thumb in a mean little circle until the Seattle Sadist was forced to abandon her hooks, Lenore immediately swung around behind the other brunette and bound her in another Abdominal Stretch!
ANOTHER ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
Too furious to address her partially-stripped state, the Lady in Waiting inflicted an identical slight on Daphne, but after a few aggressive nipple twists, she offered the crowd a seemingly out of character thumbs up. This proved to be perfectly in character when the Raven brought that hand down and jabbed the tip of her extended thumb deep into Daphne's navel!
“BITCH!” Dufresne barked in painful indignation as Lenore tried to drive that miniature ice pick deep into her midsection. “Fuckin' get your hands offa MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Lemarchand switched over to a thumb and forefinger pincer grip and twisted Daphne's belly button like she was trying to make it grow! “Ask her.” Lenore said to Craig Long after several seconds of this torture. “Ask Shemp here if she's learned what it means to fuck with me in a No DQ setting.”
“I DON'T QUIT!” Daphne shrieked at once. “Don't waste my time with that stupid shit because I won't submit torrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhh!”
Lenore gave up the navel spike so she could curl that hand into a clamp that she smashed down on the other brunette's taut right flank half a dozen times before bearing down on the area of Daphne's kidney with white-knuckle relish. “Too tuff to tap, huh?” then Raven murmured. “How many times have I heard that in the last decade? Maybe you'll last longer than some of the others, but given all this whining? I doubt nnnnggghhhhhhhh!”
Dufresne couldn't find the angle to wrest free of her attacker's grip at the moment, but her trapped left hand was close enough to Lenore's noggin that she could snatch onto a massive handful of hair. The pressure of Daphne's grip put an unpleasant kink in Lemarchand's neck, yet she refused to break either of her own grips, choosing instead to gouge and knead Dufresne's svelte flank in an effort to leave the ugliest welt possible. Quick to note the beads of sweat breaking out on Daphne's forehead, Craig cleared his throat and asked, “How are you doing, Daphne?”
“What did I tell you about wasting my fucking time?” she growled. “If you want to ask important questions, why don't you ask her how she felt when she realized West never thought of her as anything more than a sidekick OOOWWWWW – oh, struck a nerve, did NNNNNGGHHHH!”
A flinty-eyed Lenore shifted from her kidney clamp to a more traditional Belly Claw, though this version was made considerably worse by the way she'd gouged the tip of her index finger into the Washington native's belly button. “Still hurts that you couldn't beat her, doesn't it?” the Courtier asked. “That she wiped away that phony babyface facade you'd built to show the whole world what sort of entitled, obnoxious little shit you really--”
This observation died away in a hiss of pain as Dufresne freed Lenore's hair in favor of pinching the lobe of her left ear! “She cheated me.” Daphne snarled. “Destroyed everything I'd built just because it amused her. And then the stupid old bitch has the nerve to get herself retired before I can return the favor? Guess I'll have to make due with the Tru Value Black Queenooooooowwwwwwww!”
The attack on her ear made Lenore's eyes water, but she didn't abandon the Abdominal Stretch because she knew just how to return the favor. Relinquishing the Belly Claw without a word, she returned her attention to the other brunette's bare breast and demonstrated the pincer technique that'd made her an AHW terror for the last fifteen years. The strength of these dueling attacks meant pain was writ large on the faces of both wrestlers, however neither of them seemed to be contemplating submission so Long kept quiet even as the Basement Dwellers cheered them on. Eventually a groan escaped Daphne's lips and she reached for Lemarchand's wrist with her free hand only to endure the sharpest twist yet.
“Say it.” Lenore demanded, her own voice brittle as early winter ice thanks to the prolonged attack on her ear. “I'll keep you here all night if need be. If you want out you'll have to tap oNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Daphne crooked her left arm into a 'V' and began jabbing her elbow into the other brunette's left knee over and over again. The angle wasn't the greatest which meant Dufresne hit Lenore's thigh almost as often, but she didn't care. Anything that left a bruise would get the job do-- Lenore abruptly dropped into a deep crouch that resulted in D² getting bent over the encroaching plank of the Raven's thigh at a hellacious angle. “Submit.” No teasing or snark in Lemarchand's voice now, just flat implacability as she continued to tug and twist Daphne's nipple.
“Guuhhhh... gonna work you over for this.” Dufresne gasped. “Make you cry. Make you BEG!”
Lenore smiled at the suffering wrestler's bravado. “You first, bitchHHHRRRGGHHH!”
The Wicked lovely let loose of Lenore's ear, pressed that hand to the side of her face and swiped at her tormentor's left eye! Sheer surprise forced the Raven to loosen her hooks and that was all Dufresne needed to fling her up, over and down with an impromptu Hip Toss that deposited Lemarchand flat on her back. Freedom from her foe's clutches did not mean immediate mobility for Daphne, indeed she crumpled to one knee with an arm strapped tight over her ribs, such was the strain inflicted by the Abdominal Stretch. But the hurt didn't slow her down too much because she was all over Lemarchand as soon as the other brunette sat up, Daphne burying both hands in her foe's hair so she could drive half a dozen hard knees between her shoulders.
“Arrogant bitch!” Dufresne stood up while still holding onto Lenore's hair, all the better to keep her in place for the Soccer Kick she smashed against the curve of her back! Lenore cried out, her hands flying into the air to fend off attackers only she could see. As for Daphne, she whipped around on the spot and raced into the ropes on Lemarchand's six. She returned within moments and it was hardly a pleasant affair for the Courtier as Dufresne went dove on her in a tight little corkscrew that saw the Seattle Siren THWHACK the base of Lenore's skull with a beautiful European Uppercut!
ENZU BASEMENT EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7Sp9Z9vzPs
It wasn't quite the traditional Alpha Strike but it certainly whiplashed Lemarchand hard enough to send her toppling to the deck in a woozy sprawl. Her brain had only begun to process this change in alignment when Dufresne barreled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for a domineering...
ONE...
TWO...
Lenore shot an arm into the air immediately after 'TWO!' to let the Basement Dwellers this battle was far from over. Daphne Dufresne was hardly pleased by this show of resilience, but she didn't spare more than a couple seconds to shoot an ugly look at the referee. Afterward she set about getting her distended top set to rights, a task that was quite a bit more painful than anticipated if the set of her jaw was any indication. “You made a huge mistake thinking you could show me off, bird-bitch.” Dufresne huffed as she filled her hands with the other brunette's hair. “Trying to rip my top off? All it does is remind people of all the ways I'm unquestionably your superior.”
“Well... you certainly sob louder.” Lemarchand tried to keep her tone light even as the Seattle Sadist peeled her off the deck. “And I bet you tap faster too. What else are you good at? Oh yeah, I bet you suck harder than NNNNGGGHHH!”
Daphne thumped a Headbutt into the nape of Lenore's neck, then marched her over to the edge of the ring and forced the Raven's upper body through the gap between the top and middle ropes. From there she shifted from hair-hold to a bicep grip, Dufresne glomming on just above the elbows to drape her opponent's arms over the rubber-coated steel. “Not that you've got much to show,” Daphne snugged in from behind and grabbed a handful of Lemarchand's top, “but this is a horror show, so let's stick to the theme, shall we?”
“Oh, go fuck yours--” Jeers and lascivious cheers when the Wicked brunette tore Lenore's halter down and then off, leaving her stripped to the waist in galling fashion. “Now I know you're not booing my tactics!” Daphne taunted the crowd even as she crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaked them down Lemarchand's back. “So I'm guessing you either don't appreciate founding members of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee OR you just can't see properly. I can't help with that first one, but as for the second...”
Dufresne snatched hold of the Courtier's wrists and tugged her arms backward but didn't apply any real pressure until she braced her right foot between Lemarchand's shoulder. Then she pushed forward with her leg and pulled back on those wrists to secure a viciously augmented Surfboard that was perfectly legal in light of tonight's relaxed rules! Elegant features twisted with pain, the Raven shook her head 'no, no, no!' even as Daphne jostled her wrists and ground the heel of that stern boot in between her shoulders. “Tap out!” Dufresne sneered after ten seconds of work didn't earn the bawling surrender she sought. “Tap out, you pussy-ass quitter! Before I rip your arms off and beat you with them!”
“You can't wipe your ass without help from Scandalous, you snippy little shit!” Lenore focused her ire on Daphne so she could ignore the increasing burn in her shoulders and the fact that she was facing the hard cam half naked. “You don't have what it takes to hang with NNNNGGHHHHH!”
Dufresne lowered her right foot which took a great deal of strain off Lemarchand's back and shoulders, unfortunately the Raven's situation grew considerably worse when D² sprang up, stuffed both heels between her foe's shoulders and came down flat on her back to inflict some serious damage with a modified Lungblower! The force of it whipped Lenore forward and might've tumbled her all the way to the floor if Daphne hadn't scrambled to a seat and caught hold of the other brunette's waistband.
“Don't even think about it, your scrawny ass isn't going anywhere!” Dragging Lenore free of the strands by her trunks and tresses, Dufresne pinned the woozy bendy-back's right arm overhead with a Half Nelson, then repaid some earlier punishment with several pitiless twists to her rival's right nipple. “Wanna tap out before I break you in half?” Daphne cooed in Lemarchand's ear. “All you've gotta do is tell 'em your titties couldn't take it.” She abruptly switched over to the left side to make sure all of the Raven's bounty was properly aggrieved. “We both know you're about to cry, so just tell all these idiots the truth and I'll--”
“Blow the match right when it really counts?” Lenore growled. “Yeah sweetie, I've already discerned your MWHOOOOAAANNNNNGGGHHHH!”
A furious Daphne lowered her left arm so it was strapped across Lemarchand's waist before she dipped her knees and popped her hips to THAWHAM Lenore down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Half Nelson Suplex! Still holding onto her prey after the impact folded Lemarchand up like a matchbook, Daphne bridged onto her tiptoes to keep the overrated Courtier shoulders down and ass-up for the count of...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rj5vn0yaYDI
ONE...
TWO...
THRRNOOOO!
Lenore twisted hard to the left, flopping over onto her stomach with a couple heartbeats to spare. If Dufresne was irritated by the escape it didn't register on her face, indeed she looked confident as ever when she swung a leg over the prone Raven and took a seat on the small of her back. “You've made some truly impressive enemies in the last decade, bitch.” Daphne made a point to grind her tush against the other brunette's glutes before she reached forward and grabbed hold of Lenore's biceps so she could peel her upper body off the mat and drape those captured arms across the strong planks of her thighs. “A Hellion, a Princess, a Blackbird, a Vampire, a Wolf, even an Empress.” Dufresne laced her hands beneath the other brunette's chin and jostled her head a bit, but didn't apply anything in the way of pressure. “They all managed to put you down for a while, but none of them ever succeeded in KEEPING you down. Me though... I'm gonna put you under my boot when we fight. Every. Single. Ti--”
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQN8Tiez7Gw
“How, you gonna play the hits of a bunch of chicks I already beat?” Lenore was already fighting to get a knee underneath her despite the press of Dufresne's weight. “No wonder Lucy's still the unquestioned leader, she's clearly the brains among you thrRRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Seattle Sadist abandoned the Chinlock without ever putting it to good use so she could reach over Lemarchand's shoulders and 'smeck' greedy claws down on her foe's breasts! “You really have the nerve to call me stupid when I'm sitting here mauling these titties?” Dufresne squeezed a little harder, making a point to dig into the undersides while jiggling the Raven's goods in possessive fashion. “Go on bird-bitch, tell me I'm no match for your mighty intellect while the tears are running down your cheeks!” Daphne narrowed her focus to pincers, the Wicked brunette going full trick 'r teat as a way to punish and embarrass her modestly-endowed adversary.
Lenore didn't have any pithy answer to that, but the look of pinched anguish on her face told Craig Long he should ask one of his own. “What do you say, Lenore? Do you submit? Tell me something.”
“Lemarchand shook her head 'no', then huffed, “Singh does it better. The Clutch AND the nipple tortuHHHNNNGGHHHHHH!”
Dufresne abruptly shifted over to the Chinlock so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the other brunette's neck as hard as she could! “I will put you on the shelf, you arrogant slut.” she sneered down into her rival's upturned face. “So you better start putting some fucking respect on my name. Understand?”
Lenore smiled, an expression made quite unpleasant by the strained hurt already stamped on her face. “Respect. I hear you loud and clear Madam Fuckwit.”
Seething over memories of her wars with Emily West, Daphne released the Chinlock after one final yank, then scrambled to her feet and sprang into the air! Legs kicked forward by the time she reached the apex, Dufresne thrust her hips down to ensure every bit of her weight was behind the Butt Bomb descending upon Lenore's spi--“NNNGGGHHH!” Lemarchand twisted onto her back and brought her knees up to her chest so that D² landed rump-first atop those bony joints!
Daph bounced away, did an awkward spin in midair and landed on all fours in such a way that her forehead still bounced off the mat! Elsewhere, Lenore took a moment to catch her breath before turning onto her stomach and pushing to one knee. Wincing as she touched the welts left behind by Dufresne's Wicked claws, the Fair & Radiant Maiden rallied the Basement Dwellers by transforming her Raven sigil into a hand-bra of sorts, then got to her feet and hoisted it high overhead. Positioned directly in front of the stunned brunette, Lenore turned and ran the ropes to Daphne's left. Dufresne registered the patter of boots closing in so she raised her head to get a better assessment of the situation, alas this proved an exceedingly poor choice because Lemarchand laid out and THWHUNKED her right knee into Daphne's temple!
BASEMENT BUSAIKU KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk8sOuCJJ9A
The Washington native went down in a heap, knocked onto her tummy by the power of the Basement Busaiku Knee. Feeling much better about things with the other brunette stretched out on her belly, Lenore crawled over to Daphne, hooked on at shoulder and hip and tugged her onto her back so she could settle in for a Lateral Press good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dufresne jerked a shoulder off the mat, keeping herself in the contest for at least another three seconds. Lemarchand sighed, leaned back on her haunches and smoothed her hair back with both hands while she looked over the woozy Wicked ruin. Expression remaining neutral, the Lady in Waiting leaned over and pressed one hand to the center of Dufresne's back while the other reached out and brushed her hair aside so she could grab hold of the strap running across the nape of her foe's neck. Smiling ever so slightly now, Lenore pushed down on Daph's back and YANKED up on the lycra to tear it away with a brisk little 'snap'!
“Bitch.” Dufresne clambered to all fours or rather, three out of four, as she kept one arm angled against her chest. “You really wanna go topless against me? It's not like these idiots need another point of comparison between RRRGGHHHH—DAMMIT!”
Lenore hunched over Daphne, making a point to force her assets against the Washingtonian's bare back while she reached underneath and secured a pair of white-knuckled claws to Dufresne's breasts! “You're the only one comparing yourself to me.” Lemarchand cooed in Daphne's ears as she squeezed and kneaded those defenseless orbs. “No one on the other side of that guardrail thinks we're the same. I'm the goddamned Raven, you're Krow with a 'K', what your mom gets ya when they're all out of Raven.” Smirking at Dufresne's hateful snarl, Lenore shifted her head and casually gouged the point of her chin between the other wrestler's shoulders.
Loathing the feel of Lenore's claws on her curves, D² pushed up on her knees only to end up flat on her belly when Lemarchand surged forward against her back. “You fucking skank.” Daphne gave up trying to prize Lenore's hands away and reached back in search of the Courtier's hair. “You're gonna OOOOOOWWWWW!”
Lemarchand repaid the earlier tweaking with a round of her own and she tacked on some interest with a little up and down tugging. “We can go chest to chest if you want.” Lenore taunted, her voice brittle and mean as Dufresne tried to yank her hair out by the roots. “But if we do I'll just pin you down one, two, three. You really eager to lose that fast? Maybe you're just looking for a quick way out so you don't have to submRRRGGGGHHH!”
Daphne put her own talons to work and began to scrape 'em down the sides of her attacker's noggin and neck, the Seattle Sadist doing everything in her power to draw blood. “My claws are sharper than yours, bitch.” she hissed. “My body is better and my will is strongNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lemarchand threaded her boots beneath Daisy's ankles and wrenched her stems apart in a Double Leg Grapevine that started out painful and grew to outright humiliation when the former Queen of the Madhouse raised her hips and brought them SMECKING down on Dufresne's backside. “How do you handle embarrassment, bad girl?” Lemarchand asked. “I thought you'd try to maintain a little dignity, but here you are moaning and groaning while I ride you all over the mat!”
Infuriated by the demeaning treatment, Daphne abandoned the hair-pull and set both hands against the mat and pushed up as high as she could. Doing so didn't free her from the Grapevine and it offered the drooling slobs in the audience a better angle of the Breast Claw than she liked, but she endured both of these problems because now she had enough room to start working her legs free of the Courtier's entwining stem—SMECK! More cheers from the Basement Dwellers as Lemarchand smashed her hips into the other brunette's backside. “Swear to god.” Dufresne promised through clenched teeth. “Do that one more time and I'll—FUCK YOU!”
Lenore treated her to another rough smash, then upped the ante by grrrrrrrriiiiiinding a snug little figure eight against Daphne's buns. “Sorry honey, I don't date down.” Lemarchand giggled. “Wrestling down is the best you can hope for, and frankly you only got this match because you couldn't keep my name out of your--”
Daphne reached back with every intention of jamming her fingers into the Raven's eyes, alas this plan ended in disaster when Lenore halved her own chesty grip and slammed the heel of that hand against the inside of Dufresne's right elbow. The Wicked lovely's support collapsed and she crumpled to the deck with the Fair & Radiant Maiden riding tighter than ever. “EVIL BITCH!” Daphne pounded a frustrated fist against the deck. “YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE NNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore gave up her grips in the blink of an eye so she could palm Dufresne's head in her hands and THUMP a Headbutt against the nape of her neck! That heavy shot finally slowed the brunette's struggles enough for Lemarchand to apply a Waistlock and clamber to boot-leather with Daphne hanging from her clutches. Hands locked, she gouged at Dufresne's belly before she dipped down and popped her hips, the Raven snapping up, over and back to DRIVE Dufresne into the mat courtesy a German Suplex!
D² hit hard, flopped over onto her stomach and started to rise, a process that was assisted by her opponent because the Lady in Waiting hadn't bothered to release her foe from the Waistlock. Daphne hipped to this as she pushed offa one knee, her expression of woozy anger transforming into obvious concern as her hands flew to the other brunette's wrists. “Get the fuck offa me.” Dufresne dropped into deep crouch, fighting hard to ensure Lemarchand couldn't toss her a second time. It worked for the moment, Lenore pulled and gouged but Daphne's boots remained glued to the canvas. “Too strong, bitch.” Daph smirked as she began to plow toward the nearest set of ropes. “You're nothing special without all of your shitty little tricOOOOOOOWWW!”
Quick to punish this denigration of her tactics, Lenore took advantage of the No DQ stipulation by leaning in and biting down on Dufresne's left ear! The jolt of pain broke Daphne's concentration and sent her bouncing up on tiptoes which was all the extra momentum Lenore needed to bridge back for a second German Suplex! Daphne rolled through and Lemarchand rolled with her, the Courtier smiling prettily as she fought to her feet with the wobbly brunette sagging in her grasp. Credit the ring awareness of Daphne Dufresne though, she saw that the ropes were closer and reached for them at on--“NGH! NGH! NGH!” Lenore pounded several sharp Kneelifts into her rival's tush, then charged forward and bodied Daphne into the ropes chest-first! Hooking her arms around the rubber-coated steel on instinct alone, Dufresne barked, “LEGGO! LEGGO YOU BITCH I'M IN THE UUUUGGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand slammed a knee into Daphne's crotch and ground it back and forth just because she could. Beaming as the Basement Dwellers cheered her on, Lenore planted a taunting smooch against the nape of Dufresne's neck, then leaned in so they were cheek to cheek. “No disqualifications tonight, remember baby? I don't let go unless you make me!”
“Fucking brat, you won't get away with thiSSSNNNNNGHHHH!” Lenore tore the rubbery-armed beauty away from the ropes, backpedaled into the middle of the ring and turned her inside out with a third German Suplex that left Daphne stacked ass over teakettle. This didn't result in an immediate pin because Lemarchand had finally released her grip, though it certainly didn't take Lenore long to crawl over and drop down across the Wicked wrestler's upturned calves in a miniature Splash good for the...
ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTCUmcs-BCY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dufresne squirmed over onto her side, breaking the count with a whisper to spare. The crowd jeered Daphne's durability, but Lenore didn't seem bothered. She indulged in a few deep breaths and a minor adjustment of her battle-rumpled togs before taking possession of Dufresne's ankles. “Guuuuhhhh.... get off me!” the Seattle Sadist bicycled her legs as best she could, which really wasn't much in the wake of the punishment she'd so recently absorbed.
Lemarchand heard the plaintive note in Dufresne's voice and smiled as she stretched those captured legs into a 'V'. “Shouldn't that be, get off me, bitch? Or have you started to figure out this whole respect th--”
“Kiss my ass you scrawny nerd bitchHHHRRRRGGHHHH!”
The Raven stretched Daphne's legs a little wider, then jabbed the toe of her right boot into the center of opposing trunks and worked it back and forth like she was crushing a particularly odious insect! Flicking a glance at Craig as she continued this perfectly legal tactic, Lenore said, “Ask her, would you?”
“NEVER!” Dufresne answered with a shriek and a pair of raised middle fingers before returning her attention to that encroaching footwear.
“Oooohhhh, I don't know if I quite believe you!” Lemarchand stretched Daphne's legs a little wider to make things even more uncomfortable. “But you seem so damned sure of yourself, so I guess...” the Fair & Radiant Maiden discarded Dufresne's right leg and deftly stepped over / around the left so that the brunettes were locked together calf against calf. Crouching down to re-collect Daph's other foot, Lenore draped that limb over the Washington native's exposed left ankle, then dropped to a seat and threw her left leg over the whole works to elicit a piercing shriek from her adversary.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5MMvFfORNY
Figure Four Leglock, Lenore Lemarchand to Daphne Dufresne.
“Aaaaaaaarrrhhhhhh gaaaaaaaaaaaah daaaaaaaaaaamm!” Daphne wailed up at the ceiling as she buried both hands in her hair to spread out the pain, though she had to smash a furious fist against the mat when Lenore sent a strong pulse through her knotted stems. “Not going to waste any energy crawling to the ropes, are you?” Lemarchand asked. “You know I won't let you go. I suppose you could use them to try and turn yourself over, because god knows you can't do it by yours--”
Daphne sat up and CLAPPED a hard slap against the Courtier's chest!
Lenore hissed, returned the swat, then put Daphne's head on a swivel with a Bitch Slap across the cheek! “You're getting your ass kicked, you know that, right?” Lemarchand barked as Dufresne pressed a hand to her stinging face. “That's why the crowd's so loud all of the sudden, they can sense you falling apart and the love it!”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Daphne lunged for her, but rather than delivering another slap she buried one hand in the Raven's hair and puuuuuuuulled as hard as she could. “I'm gonna love shutting their fucking mouths.” Dufresne promised as she doubled down on the agonizing, albeit legal, grip. “You though, you can keep on screaming just as loud as you--”
The Lady in Waiting filled a hand with Daphne's dark hair and drew her so close their foreheads ground together. But rather than fully mirror her foe's grip, Lemarchand used her free hand to deliver a few quick slaps to the face before she secured a pincer on the other brunette's left nipple. “Funny how all that swagger disappears the instant I get hold of you.” Lenore huffed. “Such a big, cocky bitch when you're ripping off my top and torturing me in the ropes, where's that girl now, Daphne? I'd like to hear what she's got to say now that it's her turn to endure.” Lemarchand paused to twist Dufresne's pliant nub this way and that. “Any show-off punk can talk trash when they're in control, it takes real will to keep it up when they're on the losing ehhhhgggghhhhhhhh!”
Much as she wanted to leave a pair of ugly bare patches on the other brunette's scalp, Daphne simply couldn't resist the Raven's challenge so she freed her right hand from Lenore's hair and earned an audible gasp from the other bendy-back when she mirrored her vicious, titty twisting grip. “Swagger's right here, loser. It's staring you in the face, though I understand why you not be able to see it through those tears you're trying to blink away.”
Lenore didn't answer at once, rather she shifted her hair-grip to the scruff of Daphne's neck. Dufresne did the same, meaning they were eye to eye when the trash talk resumed. “I don't see swagger anymore, all I get is thinly-veiled panic.” Lemarchand relaxed the pincer for an instant only to twist it harder than ever! “You held your own in the early going, made me sweat enough to work for it, but you've been wilting ever since I got hold of your tits.”
“The fuck I am.” Dufresne rasped. “Everyone in that locker room knows they can beat you inside your toooooooohhhhhh staaaaaaaaaahhhhhp!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden took full control of this chest to chest contest when she switched over from tweaking to a campaign of quick, relentless tugging, Lemarchand letting go only to grab on again, and again and again and again! Shaking her head frantically 'no' as Lenore continued to pour in through the cracks in her defense, Daphne abandoned her own grip in an effort to keep the Raven's hand away. But the former Queen of the Madhouse would not be denied, she attacked Dufresne's nipple with the sort of ferocity one only learned from suffering through similar torments during the course of her own career.
“You quitting?” Lemarchand huffed. “You can quit without telling them if you want, all you have to do is break my grip and keep your shoulders on the mat when Craig counts you down for--”
The Seattle Sadist balled her free hand into a fist and drew back meaning to skewer the center of Lenore's purple trunks, alas the wind-up gave her away and the Lady in Waiting rocked her hips up and down, up and down to paralyze Dufresne with racking leg pain! “Ok, if that's how you want it.” Lenore released both grips, pressed her hands to Daphne's shoulders and shoved her flat to the deck. Pleased with the exhaustion and desperation she saw stamped all over the other brunette's face, Lemarchand looked out on the Basement Dwellers and asked, “Still No DQ, right?” They assured her that was the case, then cheered quite raucously when she hunched forward, hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Dufresne's bottoms and jerked up 'on em in a wedgie that managed to inflict punishment fore and aft simultaneously!
Daphne sat up and instinctively reached for Lenore's hands only to swaddle her crotch when the Raven worked the wedgies a little higher! Loathing this predicament more than anything she'd endured in recent memory, Dufresne ground her teeth, sat up as best she could and began to draaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the nearest set of strands. Lemarchand didn't waste any breath reminding the other brunette that a rope break meant exactly nothing tonight, rather she pressed her hands to the mat and boosted her butt by a good six inches, all the better to squeeze the life out of Daphne's strong legs. The pain shot up from her right knee to her hip and back down to her ankle, it was the sort of hurt that made a hand tremble, the kind of hurt that made a crowd start to chant, 'TAP! TAP! TAP!'
Craig Long knew Daphne Dufresne was made of strong stuff, but he also knew the look of a wrestler reaching the limits of her endurance and she wore it quite plainly. Even so, he waited several more seconds before dropping to a knee beside the action. “What do you say, Daphne? Need to call it a night?”
No barked denial this time, Dufresne only shook her head and croaked, “No. I'll never tap to those scrawny ass--”
Lenore had been seated, now she hoisted her butt aloft again, the domineering technician rocking up and down to apply even more strain to that damaged right knee! Daph sat up like the canvas was electrified, both hands flying to her knee even as the Basement Dwellers increased the volume on their calls for surrender. “I don't wrestle to injure.” Lemarchand noted in a curiously quiet tone. “Not even against a nasty bitch like you, Daphne. But I do wrestle to hurt, and that's exactly what you're going to be if you hold out for much long--”
“Kiss. My. Ass.” Dufresne sat up long enough to flip the Raven off, then she crumpled back down and set her elbows against the mat. Doing so kept her shoulders elevated and provided enough leverage for the Wicked warrior to resume that laborious trek to the strands. As before, Lenore didn't belabor the futility of this effort, instead she hunched over the other brunette's knotted stems and attached a claw grip to Daphne's right knee. Dufresne grit her teeth, pounded a fist against the canvas and hissed, “Bitch.”
“Tap out and it's over.” Lemarchand explained. “You can curl up in a ball and groan while I celebrate with all of these--”
“I'll never submit to you, asshole.” Daphne was dragging them both again, though her pace was slower than before. “Emily could barely do it on her best day and you'll never be her, no matter how hard you tryOOOOHHHH FAAAAHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Finally fed up with the trash talk, Lenore set her hands against the mat, but rather than hoist her butt into the air again she bridged high enough to brace the crown of her head as well, then puuuuuuuuuuuushed herself into a gorgeous handstand! This transformation from Figure Four to Figure Eight earned several ghoulish 'Wooooo's!' from those in attendance as well as the aforementioned shrieks from Daphne who sat up to once again scrabble and claw at that gammy knot. A bit of rude jostling from the Courtier stretched her out flat again and though she reached for the bottom rope she was still at least six inches short.
“GIVE UP!” Lenore demanded. “DON'T MAKE ME BREAK SOMETHING!”
Yanking at her hair in a doomed effort to spread out the pain, Dufresne abruptly let loose and stretched out her right arm to-- a set of hands darted under the bottom rope, seized Daphne by the wrist and pulled her almost halfway out of the squared circle!
MINA MURRAY:
Doing so didn't break Lenore's grip on her legs, but it did convert the Figure Eight back to a Figure Four, the suddenness of it causing the Fair & Radiant Maiden to look around in obvious surprise. Understanding rushed in when she spotted Mina Murray with both arms wrapped around Daphne's chest, the Scandalous blonde speaking comfort to the Seattle Sadist even as she glared daggers at Lenore. Lemarchand growled a curse, then frowned and went searching for Lu--THAWHAM! Careful to keep out of sight while Mina made the save, Lucy Harker hopped from the apron to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, then leapt out into the void and executed a perfect mid-air toe touch before she stretched out full length and brought every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds down on the Raven's chest in a brutal Frog Splash!
LUCY HARKER:
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPS2DmLiCqk
That finally undid the Figure Four which meant Daphne pulled herself out onto the apron while Mina shot under the bottom rope and Lucy bounced to verticality above the gut-shot brunette. “Did you really think you could fuck with us and just get away with it, nerd?” Harker spat down at Lenore. “The Tag titles were OURS! They were in the bag and you just showed up to what... screw us because you could?”
“Thruuuhhh... three on two garbage and you know it.” Lemarchand gasped. “You bitches never could fight fairNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Mina grabbed Lenore's ankles, wrenched her legs into a wide 'V' and drove a knee into the center of her purple trunks. “Guess you're not the math genius everyone says you are.” the blonde taunted. “Because the way I see it, Burlingame and Treymane were dealing with three on two? You? Bitch, you're all alone with the three of us.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you laid out Noir earlier, didn't you?” Lenore asked through gritted teeth. “Should've known, attacking from behind is on brand for you shitsSSOOOFFFHHH!”
Lucy stamped down on the brunette's tummy, then grabbed a double handful of hair and scraped her off the deck. “Sorry bird-brain, that wasn't us.” Harker chirped as she sidled in against Lenore's right side.
“Fact is, we don't know who laid out the cosmic chumps.” Mina agreed as took a similar position on the left. “But if we did, we'd send them a fruit basket AFTER we kicked their ass for screwing up our title shot.”
Lemarchand was still too winded from the Splash (not to mention the stomp and low blow) to form an articulate response and that was just fine with Harker and Murray. The former slipped her right arm beneath the brunette's bicep in a Half Nelson while the latter mirrored her on the other side so they could clasp their hands in a conjoined Full Nelson. The Basement Dwellers bellowed in the hope that someone, anyone, would come to the Raven's aid, alas she was still all by her lonesome when Scandalous grabbed hold of her waistband on either side, then dipped down and peeled off a simultaneous bridge that THAWHAMMED the outnumbered bendy-back down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
MORNINGSIDEWINDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dux6YbpMjkw
Turned inside out by the force of the Morningsidewinder, Lenore fought to all fours but made it no farther before Mina filled her hands with the penitent battler's dark hair. Peeling Lemarchand off the mat in stages, Murray switched over to a Wristlock and launched her across the ring with an Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED her spine-first against the buckles!
“Haven't you two done enough!” Craig Long barked at Lucy. “Get the hell outta here, let them finish this themselves!”
“What're you gonna do, call for the bell?” Harker scoffed. “Sorry, idiot. The Wheel proclaimed this No DQ and we're taking full advantage of its largess!”
The proclamation was barely out of Lucy's mouth when Mina rushed the corner, took to the air and THWHACKED both heels into Lenore's face in a brutal Dropkick!
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIrHCHIQLvM
Her head snapped back and her legs gave out, the Fair & Radiant Maiden looking anything but as she crumpled to a seat with her head resting just below the middle turnbuck—Lucy barreled in, whipped around and THAWHUMPED a vicious Hip Attack into Lemarchand's increasingly glassy mug!
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_opCfcf_g0
Harker lingered just long enough to swish those buns across Lenore's face, then she'd spun out of the way and on came Lucy for the second time, the blonde throwing herself into a gorgeous Baseball slide that ended with both heels SPIKING the center of her opponent's trunks! Lemarchand collapsed in on herself as a bundle of nauseated anguish, unfortunately Scandalous wasn't done tallying receipts, as the brunette discovered when Murray snagged a handful of hair and dragged her to verticality.
A quick Front Facelock followed, Mina slinging Lenore's near arm over her shoulders and helping herself to a handful of waistband in the process. No simple Suplex was this, even if the blonde did lift her prey all the way to two o'clock before Lucy stepped in and collected the Raven's ankles atop each shoulder. Pressing her hands to the Courtier's shins while Mina shifted her own grip to Lenore's shoulders, Harker asked, “You ready?”
“Whenever you are, dear.”
“Let's smear this brat.”
On that ominous note Lucy pushed UP while Mina pushed OUT, the combined force of their efforts spinning Lemarchand in mid-air so that she was face up with her toes pointed toward Mina. That was about the time Harker caught hold of her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Lenore into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the tandem Iconoclasm they called the Smear Campaign!
SMEAR CAMPAIGN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eC2HtNEos3s
The Scandalous duo was admiring their handiwork when a tired, albeit satisfied voice muttered, “Is this a private party or can anyone join?”
Lucy and Mina grinned wide as Daphne trudged up beside them, the Seattle Sadist still clearly favoring her right knee.
“Oh, you're already invited!” Harker buried a hand in Lenore's hair and hauled her to a woozy seat. “We were just softening her up for you.”
“Like the shit she is.” Mina added a hair-pull of her own and gave Lemarchand's head a rough shake.
“Stand her up.” Dufresne growled. “I want to look her in the eye before I finish her off.” Blonde and brunette obliged, each careful to secure the Raven's arms even though she could barely stand at the moment. “Where're your friends now, bitch?” Daphne slapped Lenore across the mouth, then did it twice more for good measure. “Huh, where are they? You saved their ass and they can't be bothered to do the same for you? Sounds like you're all on your own.”
“Thuuuuuhhhhh... that's exactly what you'll be... when I get my hands on you agaNNNNGGGHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Lemarchand's promise of vengeance ended in a pitiable shriek thanks to the Kneelift D² stuffed between her thighs. “This is the only shot you're ever gonna get.” Daphne leaned sideways, wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist and spun her upside down for what was probably a Tombstone Piledriver. “If the Court was still a thing, you MIGHT have a chance. But it's not. And you don't.” Jeers from the Basement Dwellers and murmurs of consent from Scandalous but nothing from the Raven herself, so Daphne switched from the Waistlock to securing her arms around Lenore's thighs. With each leg conveniently tucked away beneath her biceps, Dufresne shot up on tiptoe then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK Lemarchand's skull into the mat! The searing kiss of the Space Needle left Lenore stacked up on the back of her head and shoulders, a perfect position for Scandalous to each plant a foot atop her upturned calves while Daphne smecked a pair of possessive hands down on her defenseless backside. The jeers grew even louder when Craig swooped into position, but they couldn't stop Lucy and Mina from throwing up W's and they certainly didn't stop the...
SPACE NEEDLE @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WYODyr9hZI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Daphne nodded along with the clang of the bell, then hooked her thumbs into Lenore's briefs and reduced them with pitiless wedgie that continued the full duration of the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
“Don't ever forget it.” Dufresne slapped those vulnerable glutes, then stood up and allowed Harker and Murray to raise her hands to even more hatred from the Sheeple. “Deal with it!” Daphne shouted over the noise. “We just took out the trash that kept us from the Tag Titles! Soon as the Planetarium Patrol is done kissing their boo boo's, we'll claim what's rightfully ours!”
“No stopping us this time, fuckers.” Lucy purred. “No more assists. No more mysterious 'accidents' that keep you safe for one more month. Your shitty little Cinderella story is almost over.”
Mina heard this and flashed a predatory smile. “The three of us aren't stepsisters, but we're more than Wicked enough to finish this farce you call a reign. That's not a scandal. That's a promise.”
With that, the terrible trio flashed another set of W's, then kicked some invisible dirt over the ruined Raven before strutting their way out of the Madhouse.