Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2023 1:33:33 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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 arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ as large as it had ever been despite the challenges of the last several months. 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!’ Offering the throng a knowing smile at this show of support, the Lenore started down the aisle like a woman ready to avenge a long-standing insult.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first PPV appearance of 2023, Lemarchand 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. In a remarkable display of balance the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven and another round of raucous cheering from those assembled. The cacophony was still building when she hopped down to claim the center of the ring with her arms spread wide.
She'd just turned her attention to the stage when Al Carpenter strolled over and said, “You ready for this, Lenore? Three on one is pretty steep odds, even if two of them are ringside.”
“You're right Al, those ARE steep odds.” Lenore raised each knee for a check before extending her arms for the zebra. “Which is why I believe you'll find the contents of my left elbow pad rather reassuring.”
Al frowned, felt around and damned if he didn't pull out a carefully folded square of paper. “Not exactly a roll of quarters, is it?” he asked. “
“Oh, it's far more entertaining, I think. Look it over, then go tell the Announcer. But feel free to wait until Daphne and co. are on the ramp headed this way.”
Al opened it up, looked it over and couldn't hide a snort of amusement. A word with the voice in his earpiece confirmed it was legit, so he tucked it into his pocket and said, “If you'll excuse me.”
“Of course.”
Lenore settled back with her elbows on the ropes to watch her foes arrive. This was going to be fun.
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by--”
The lights cut out, stopping the Announcer in mid-spiel. Sighing heavily, he lowered his mic and waited in silence as the gloom was filled by the rasping, staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8wclUmYWA
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 three figures that now stood atop the stage. Satisfied he was finally safe to proceed, the Announcer resumed his duties. “Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Daphne Dufresne and Mina Murray, hailing from Morningside California, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. This is... LUCY HARKER!”
LUCY HARKER:
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
MINA MURRAY:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal Lucy and Mina with Daphne between them, all three ladies holding their hands high in the ‘W’ sigil they’d adopted as a crest. For tonight’s dispensation of justice the Scandalous brunette wore a sky blue fightin' two-piece dusted with silver glitter. Gleaming white boots and pads completed her ensemble. As for Mina and Daphne, neither were dressed for the ring but both still commanded plenty of eyes in painted on jeans and a black version of their new 'Scandalously Wicked' tank-top.
“Smarmy bitch didn't learn her lesson at AHE, did she?” Lucy murmured as she glared down the ramp at the Raven. “And I thought they were supposed to be such smart birds.”
“She THINKS she's smart.” Mina corrected. “Really she's just a glutton for punishment.”
“Well then she's in luck.” Daphne smirked. “We've got all the punishment she could ever--”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer spoke over the music to everyone's surprise, “I have just been informed by FAWN executives via this communication from Algernon Carpenter, that after the most recent updates to the organization's managerial bylaws that a manager's license can now only be held by an individual, rather than a tag team. THEREFORE, until all three members of Wicked obtain individual licenses, only one member may accompany another to any singles con--”
“What sort of rules lawyer horseshit is this?” Dufresne hollered over the delighted jeers of the crowd. “That license has always been good for every--”
“Furthermore!” the Announcer seemed to enjoy the chance to interrupt the terrible trio for once. “Failure to comply will result in immediate disqualification and a hefty fine.”
“Screw your fine!” Daphne shouted. “It won't be nearly enough to cover that bitch's hospital bi--”
Mina laid a hand on her shoulder. “It's fine.” She shifted her gaze to the ring, raised both hands to shoulder level and called out, “I'm going.” As she started back the blonde looked to Daphne and Lucy. “Make that bitch sorry.”
“Done and done.” Lucy started down the aisle with Daphne at her heels, the remaining two-thirds of Wicked ignoring their grubby, reaching hands of the aisle-side FAWNatics in favor of a beeline toward the squared circle.
Lenore watched them close but made no effort to vacate her corner, not even when they both dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather at center ring. Harker held her ground but Dufresne went straight for the Raven, only stopping when Al moved directly into her path.
“What's the matter, bitch?” Daphne hissed. “Can't stand to see anyone else with friends when all of yours kicked you to the curb?”
“I'm impressed you had the guts to say that with only Lucy backing you up.” Lemarchand replied blandly. “I wonder if you'll ever be brave enough to say it when you're all by yours--”
“Stop hiding behind the referee and I'll say it right--”
Lucy stepped in close, put her chin on Daphne's left shoulder and murmured, “She's mine tonight, Daph. You can have what's left. I'll make sure to save just enough for you and Mina both.”
That calmed Dufresne enough for Al to shoo both brunettes back to the opposite corner, though it still took a great deal of effort to make D² take her place on the floor.
Quick to head to the center of the ring as soon as the bell sounded (she couldn't be entirely certain Mina had vacated the premises despite the blonde's absence) Lenore put her hands on her hips and smirked when she saw Lucy and Daphne were still grousing to one another about the recent ejection of their Scandalous third. “What's wrong, ladies?” the Raven asked loudly enough for the floor seat fans to hear. “You realizing you sent the most competent member of your number to the back? Or maybe you've figured out that two to one odds aren't good enough to give you the advantage you--”
“Oh, go fuck yourself!” Lucy snapped in irritation. “We don't sweat you, bird-shit for brains, we're just deciding how we're going to ruin you this ti--”
“Pretty goddamned mouthy for the first wave.” Lemarchand interrupted. “You usually don't see that sort of confidence in cannon fodder.”
Harker had already turned back to Dufresne, now she whipped toward Lenore, her green eyes narrowed to smoldering slits. “What did you call me, bitch?”
“Easy.” Daphne put a hand on Lucy's shoulder, but the other brunette paid it no mind. “Scrawny little bird knows she's got no chance. She's just trying to get in your head.”
“Yeah, listen to Daphne.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden offered them both a charming smile. “SHE'S managed to beat me after all. Even if I did take you and Mina both to save her from that Figure Four after I'd kicked her ass all over the ring for twenty minutes.”
Now it was Daphne's turn to scowl. “Scoreboard, bitch. Us one, you nothing.”
Irritation flickered across Lemarchand's face for a moment before her smile returned. “That might hurt more if it was coming from the Tag Team Champions.”
Harker and Dufresne sneered, with the latter starting through the ropes before Al bustled over to put a stop to it. “Enough of that now! Daphne, take a spot on the floor or you can join Mina in the back. Lucy, match is out there.”
Dufresne flipped Lemarchand off just because she could, a gesture the Raven returned without missing a beat. As for Harker, she kept her hands curled into claws as she stormed off the buckles, all the better to plunge them into her adversary's hair. Attention shifting to Lucy as soon as she began to close in, Lenore strode out to meet her and-- CRACK! 'OOOOOOOHHH!' from the FAWNatics as Emily's Lady in Waiting put Harker's head on a swivel with a stern Bitch Slap!
Already seething, Lucy didn't do more than offer an enraged snarl en route to warming Lenore's cheek with a Bitch Slap of her own! The answering shot stung like hell, yet it also poured gas on a fire Lemarchand had tended since AHE. She let loose a second slap which Harker promptly matched. Just like their hands were flying, Lenore and Lucy each helping themselves to a massive fistful of her opponent's dark locks to ensure their face was in the best position for a veritable fusillade of slaps! All of these blows were open-handed so they didn't draw the ref's attention, the hair-hold however was anything but legal. And once several seconds elapsed with neither lady showing the slightest interest in letting go, Al strode up beside the action and demanded, “Let's have a clean break, ladies.”
The slaps actually stopped without further prompting, but the overall situation deteriorated considerably once Harker pressed her free hand to the side of Lenore's head and tried to jab a thumb into her eye! Such an attack was far from pleasant, yet Lemarchand had endured similar affronts ever since Adelaide Brewster had swollen one eye shut during a particularly vicious steel cage match several years prior. Such base tactics within a minute of the opening bell told Lenore all she needed to know about the battle ahead so rather than shout a complaint to the official she snatched hold of Lucy's hand and prized it away from her face. Grimacing as the skinny bitch squeezed hard enough to grind the bones in her fingers, Harker pulled Lenore's hair even harder and sneered, “Let me go or I'm gonna pluck your feathers one by one you flying raAAARRRRGGHHH! BITING, CARPENTER! Bitch is biting me!”
Indeed she was, Lenore chomping and gnashing on the meaty base of her opponent's thumb! “All right, that's enough dammit! Knock off the catty shit right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Both brunettes let go at 'FOUR!' and tried to create some separation with a rude little shove. The mutual contact only triggered more animosity and just like that they were shoving one another back and forth, each woman more than happy to stuff a hand in her opponent's face when the opportunity presented itsel--“HHHRRRRGGGHH!” Lucy went low, stuffed a shoulder into Lenore's belly and swept her legs out from underneath with a Double Leg Takedown that landed with the force of a Spear!
“That's right, take her down!” Daphne shouted encouragement to the Scandalous brunette as she landed on her knees and immediately began to rain down punches on Lenore, who struggled to protect her head behind a hastily-assembled guard. “Take her down and bash her smirky little face in!”
The advice must've sounded good to Harker because she stopped punching and snatched a double handful of hair that allowed her to thun-thun-THUNK the back of Lemarchand's skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. She'd managed about half a dozen of these skull-jarring impacts when Al dropped to one knee beside them and said, “Get off of her hair, Lucy! I'm not going to tell you again!”
“Well speak up then, asshole.” she replied while pointedly twining her fingers in Lenore's hair. “With all these idiots screaming, it's impossible to hear you properly.”
Carpenter wasn't going to take that sort of sass from the notorious opportunist. “So you're having trouble hearing? I can make it at least a little quieter out here, you want me to send Daphne to the back?”
Harker snarled in disgust. “You wouldn't dare.”
“Keep off her hair and you're right.”
Lucy scowled, then abandoned the hair-grip in favor of an equally galling fish-face. “You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight, fucker.” she tapped the tip of Lenore's nose with index finger to emphasize that generosity. “Otherwise I'd take the DQ just to HHHRRRGGGHHHHH!” Harker was still kneeling between the Raven's stems and this proved a costly mistake when Lenore brought 'em up and smecked a tight Bodyscissors around her waist! Forgetting all about the snide little indignities in favor of pushing at the vise gripping her ribs, Lucy pushed and clawed to fight free of--CRACK!
Lemarchand tagged her with a single quick slap, then taunted, “If that's all you've got I should just crack your ribs right NGH! NGH!”
Lucy interrupted with a pair of punches to that washboard tummy but it would've been more if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't pushed up on her palms and straightened out the Scissors to crrrrrrruuuuuusssssssh the other brunette's midsection between her thighs! Harker gnashed her teeth and buried both hands in her hair, the sturdy battler momentarily paralyzed by the nauseating constriction of her abdomen. Movement returned after another slap from Lenore, this one much heavier than its predecessor. “Tap out if you're just going to groan.” she ordered. “I'm here for the bitch lurking outside the ring, not to waste my time with roadblockSEERRRRHHHHH!”
Lucy delivered a crisp two-handed slap to the Raven's belly, then made things infinitely more intolerable by switching over to a Belly Claw focused on the other brunette's navel! “Bitch, I better be the only thing on your mind right fucking now.” Harker advised even as she tried to gouge her way through Lenore's tummy. “Thinking about anything else is going to end real bad for WHOOOAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand snatched hold of the Scandalous lovely's wrists and yanked them clear of her abs while simultaneously pouring on another long constriction. In the next instant she popped her hips and rolled to the left, an adjustment that tumbled Harker onto her back with the Lady in Waiting riding a full mount! Easing the Scissors so she could slide down into some belligerent belly on belly contact. Catching hold of the tag specialist's wrists even as she slipped her calves beneath Lucy's, Lenore WRENCHED her rival into a wide starfish without any warning, the jolt of the Double-Leg Grapevine earning a yowl of pain from Lucy.
“This is what my undivided attention gets you, sweetie.” Lenore used her cheek to force Harker's face to the hard camera so the folks at home could see her fury as the Raven ran her mouth. “You sure you can handle it?”
Lucy didn't get to answer because her shoulders were down and Carpenter was already swooping in to count the...
ONE...
TWO...
Lucy got a shoulder up in time with 'TWO' but the Grapevine was still intact so Lemarchand pressed her down flat and stretched those strong legs a little wider to earn another...
ONE...
TWO...
Harker bucked her hips to break the cover even though the Raven remained glued to her gulping tummy. “GET OFFA ME FUCKER!” she demanded of the sinewy bendy-back. “GET UP AND FIGMMMMRRRRPPPPHHHH!”
Lenore slid up and pressed down, the smirking brunette forcing her modest chest into Lucy's protesting features! “Make me, bitch.” she chided. “Guess you're starting to understand how sweet Daphne felt when I was kicking her--”
“You didn't kick a goddamned thing, loser!” Dufresne interrupted from the outside. “You ended that match topless, tits up and beaten! Same thing that's gonna happen to you ton--” the Seattle Sadist trailed into a volcanic silence when Lemarchand shifted upward again, her new arrangement brazenly pressing her navel against Lucy's nose. Not only that, Harker's shoulders were still down so Carpenter counted off another...
ONE...
TWO...
Harker wrenched her wrists free of Lenore's grips which allowed her to get a shoulder off the mat with a full second to spare. But rather than simply punch or push at the other brunette's flanks, Lucy coiled her arms around Lemarchand's waist and cinched on a Bear Hug so tight it made the Fair & Radiant Maiden groan with the strain! “Gotcha now, bitch!” Lucy ground her knotted fists into the small of Lenore's back and tried to roll on top (or at least to her side) but the Grapevine meant her legs were wrenched too wide to get any real leverage. Still, she was no longer in any danger of being pinned so the Scandalous squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed a little more and teased, “I'm going to humiliate you tonight, Lenny. It's what you fucking deserve for denying us the Tag Titles not once, but EERGGHH!”
Hands braced above the other wrestler's shoulders, Lenore arched as much as the Hug would allow and stretched her legs even wider. The burn in Harker's thighs earned a groan loud enough to draw Carpenter's attention, but Lucy sent him on his way with a furious snarl. “You were never going to beat Lily and Veronica, not even with her help.” Lemarchand jerked her chin in Dufresne's direction. “I just showed up to put her on her ass because I can't stand the smug look on your stupid faceOOOWWWW FUCK!”
Lucy lifted her head and sank her teeth into the bendy-back's svelte flank! Determined to meet every show of ferocity with an increased response, Lenore hurriedly brushed some hair away from in front of Lucy's left ear so she could pinch the defenseless lobe between thumb and forefinger! The biting intensified for a moment before Harker drew back, the keening Californian twisting her head this way and that to escape the Raven's pincer.
“Evil slut!” Lucy sputtered even as she redoubled her efforts with the Bear Hug. “What kind of fucking psycho goes after a chick's earRRMMMMPPPHHHHH!”
Lenore dropped down like she was executing a push-up which in fact stuffed her tummy into Harker's startled mug! “Kiss my abs, cutie.” she told the squealing Scandalmonger. “I think six times is appropriate, one for each in the AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lucy wasn't about to abandon the Bear Hug, she did however shift her clasp so that her right hand was secured to her left forearm. With her left hand free to do whatever it pleased, she hooked her fingers into the left leg-hole of Lemarchand's bottoms and YANKED them up in a merciless half wedgie! Snarling with delight as she felt the other brunette shiver in pain, Lucy could've repeated the tactic on the other side but(t) instead she curved that hand into a talon and began to rake and squeeze the vulnerable glute. Twisting her head to one side for a view of anything that wasn't Lenore's navel, Harker huffed, “Break the Grapevine, bony. Or I'm going to peel this flat thing off--”
“Off your nose?” the Lady in Waiting interrupted. “Not fucking likely, unless Dufresne's got the guts to jump me from behindOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK YOU!”
Loathing the insistent furnace heat of Lenore's abs on her cheek (and a touch concerned about the growing ache in her inner thighs) Lucy upped the catty ante with a pincer of her own, one she applied to the deep crease separating Lemarchand's left thigh from her left buttock! “She's not your problem tonight, bird-shit for brains.” Harker explained through clenched teeth. “I'M the one who's gonna beat your ass. I'M the one who's gonna humiliate you in front of the world. I'm the one who's going to sit on your fugly facAAAAAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAWD!”
More than happy to flex some of the vicious AHW muscles that'd caught Emily's attention in the first place, Lemarchand lifted her right hand from the mat and reached back between her own straining stems to seize hold of Lucy's waistband, which she promptly raised by several inches!
The eye-watering inverted wedgie forced Harker to abandon the Bear Hug AND the pincer, however the resultant full body jolt also dislodged Lenore's Grapevine. Free of each other for what seemed like the first time in hours, both brunettes tumbled in opposite directions and quickly scrambled to all fours. Sighing with relief as a sensation other than numb anguish returned to her thighs, Lucy bared her teeth in outraged fury as she carefully undid the Raven's wedgie.
“You bitch.” she grunted. “I'm ending you tonight. No one does this to me and gets away with it.”
Elsewhere, Lenore pushed to her knees and reset her own togs with a pained little grimace. “That little quaver in your voice tells me I already got away with it, Luce.” the Raven stood up and taunted, “But just because I did it once doesn't mean I won't do it again and again before the match is ov--” Lemarchand jerked to one side when a hand darted under the bottom rope and swatted her boot!
Twisting in that direction she cursed and lashed out with a little kick at Daphne, who was already backing toward the guardrail with her hands raised. “ You're pathetic, DufresNNNGGHH!” Lenore's anger was understandable, alas losing focus for even a second proved disastrous as Lucy rushed in from across the ring and THWHUMPED a huge Dropkick into the Raven's chest! Blown off her feet by the John Woo-ish power of the Shotgun Dropkick, Lemarchand BWUNGED spine-first into the buckles before stumbling away from the point of impact with one arm draped over the top rope for additional support.
SHOTGUN DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=StrbG93kdSk
She'd made it maybe a third of the way in the when Harker rushed up from behind and clouted her across the nape of the neck with a heavy Forearm Smash. “Get your narrow ass back here!” Lucy pounded the Raven's noggin a second time for good measure, then peeled her off the ropes so she could secure her left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. Drawing the captured limbs tight against Lemarchand's fluttering tummy in a low, but still quite effective straitjacket. “You're done now, honey.” Harker cooed in the other brunette's ear. “I'm gonna pose you so hard they'll call it taxidermy instead of posterization.”
“Nuuuhhhh... need Daphne to help you with that toONNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Disgusted by any sort of sass from such a vulnerable foe, Lucy got low and popped her hips to take Lenore up, over and DOWN with a Straitjacket German Suplex that dropped the Lady in Waiting squarely on the back of her head and shoulders! The emphatic maneuver left Lenore folded in half, boots somewhere north of her ears, ass pointing up at the lights while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off...
STRAITJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M1IFrBeOFo
ONE...
TWO...
She twisted hard to the right spilling onto her belly just after the ref reached 'TWO!' Al expected some sass from the Scandalous brunette about a slow count or some other such nonsense, so he was pleasantly surprised when Harker simply got to her feet and made for the corner Lenore so recently trudged away from. Slipping onto the apron so she could climb into the high rent district from outside, Lucy settled into a predatory crouch and proceeded to wait while an oblivious Lemarchand rolled onto her stomach and slowly clambered to verticality. She was still doubled over with her hands on her knees when Harker took to the skies, the cruel Californian drawing in on herself just to stretch out full length before she brought her near hundred and forty pounds crashing down on the Raven's bowed back. Utterly unprepared for the heat of her foe's Red Hot Dive, Lenore was knocked off her feet and THWHAMMED down flat on her chest and belly! Smashed breathless against the thinly-sheathed plywood, Lemarchand offered no meaningful resistance when Harker shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back into a Crossbody Press good for...
RED HOT DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=glLF1U4fYV0
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
“C'mon Carpenter, get your shit together!” the complaint came from Daphne rather than Lucy, who only pulled Lenore to a seat and scuttled around behind. “Bitch clearly has nothing left, there's no reason to waste any more of our time!”
“Ohhhh, there's no rush, Daph.” Harker was all smiles as she helped herself to the other brunette's wrists and tugged her arms back in an awkward 'V'. “The reservation's not until eleven, that means there's plenty of time to show this brat the error of her ways!”
“You three booked a pity party in advance?” Lenore giggled through her aches and pains. “That's the saddest thing I've ever heardDDRRRRGGHHHH!”
Leaning back while still in possession of the Raven's wrists, Harker kicked her legs up and threaded them around Lemarchand's biceps so she could cross her ankles behind the other brunette's neck. From there she set her hands flat and boosted her butt off the canvas to put immense pressure on Lenore's shoulders and spine with the Lotus Lock.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
“You're the one hosting a pity party, beeyotch.” Harker explained as she thrust her hips to put more strain on the hold. “Maybe if you're lucky Allard's already set aside your favorite pair of raggedy-ass sweatpants and a half gallon of Cherry Garc--”
“I don't know what you're talking about, that sounds like a victory celebration to me.” Lemarchand interrupted. “Not like I'm gonna get cleaned up and hit the town for a showcasing on a trio of losers like youHHRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Lucy dropped her tush to the mat, grabbed onto Lenore's wrists and rolled her over onto her stomach without relinquishing the Lotus Lock. Doing so put Lemarchand facedown on the mat and set Harker in a domineering seat on the small of her back. Tugging on the brunette's wrists for a few seconds, Lucy freed her hands so she could swat the Raven's thighs before bracing them against the mat. “Call me a loser with your lips pressed to the canvas, Lenny. Try and see what happens. I fucking dare you.”
Lenore focused on escape instead, the trapped brunette rocking from side to side while occasionally swatting or clawing at Harker's sturdy thighs. Didn't amount to much though, and her situation grew all the worse when the Scandalous Californian aggressively ground her bootlaces against the back of her opponent's skull!
“Just call this thing now, Carpenter!” Daphne advised from the outside. “Bitch is defenseless, no reason to waste everyone's time while she sits there and pouts about it!”
Al wouldn't dare use the word 'pout' in regard to Lemarchand's predicament mostly because he liked being alive. Even so, Lucy did have the Lotus Lock cinched in deep and that sort of prolonged strain on the Raven's arms couldn't be comfortable. Settling to one knee beside the grounded grappler, he asked, “What do you say, Lenore?”
Lemarchand's thrashing subsided to almost nothing as she mulled her answer. After a moment she huffed, “I say I have no idea how Dufresne's trash talk game is still such shit when she's been mooching offa Harker and Murray as long as she RRRRGGHHHH!”
Lucy Harker wasn't about to tolerate such disrespect for her friend so she crooked her right hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaked the nearly bare expanse of Lenore's back as hard as she could! “You got a real fuckin' attitude problem, you know that, Lenny?” Harker sneered as she scored the other brunette's six over and over again. “Just the TINIEST bit of humility, say, the ability to admit when you're outgunned in every conceivable way and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be face-down and crying right now.”
“Thuhhhhh... that you can say that without a trace of irony is all I need to know about you, Harker.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden huffed. “But as far as that humility you're so eager to hear... get on my level and maybe you'll have a chance.”
“Bitch!” Lucy shifted on her perch, the infuriated battler leaning forward to snatch Lenore's hair. “You're gonna put some respect on my goddamned namOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand gouged both thumbs into the dense meat of Harker's tummy while the other eight fingers hooked deep into her flanks! Lucy gave those dark locks a single sharp tug, then tossed them aside to seize hold of her foe's wrists. “Fucking loser!” she barked after wrenching the brunette's hands loose. “I'm gonna break these skinny fucking armAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Lenore twisted her wrists in Harker's grasp and gouged her fingers into the underside of the other brunette's wrists with white-knuckle intensity! One pressure point was bad enough, two at the same time sent lightning shooting from her wrists to her shoulders and back again! With the roles reversed from torturer to tortured, Lucy tugged and pulled at the Raven's claws to no avail. “BITCH, LEMME GO!” Harker drew one foot away and delivered a few rough, scraping kicks to the back of Lenore's noggin until-- a hiss of relief from the Scandalous lass when Lemarchand let loose and she was able to scramble to boot-leather!
“You're gonna fucking learn!” Lucy thumped a rough kick into the other woman's ribs, then kicked her a second time for good measure.
“It's all good, Lucy! It's all good!” Daphne swatted the mat with both hands to get her friend's attention. “Skinny bitch is just desperate! Take your time and finish her off!”
Still rubbing her wrists after those nasty claws, Harker rolled her shoulders a few times, then smoothed back her hair before delivering a petulant little stomp to the Raven's backside. “How're those wings feeling, shit-bag?” she growled. “Looks to me like they're pretty fucked up.”
“Nuuuuhhhhh... not so fucked up they can't wring your pencil necKKOOOFFFHHH!”
Lucy hopped up and STOMPED Lemarchand between the shoulders, skipped off, then twisted around and helped herself to a double handful of the Lady in Waiting's hair. Scraping Lenore off the mat in stages, Harker twisted 'round behind and gave up the hair-hold so she could tug the other wrestler's arms back into a Double Chickenwing. Hands locked tight to keep Lemarchand trapped, Lucy wheeled 'em both around to face a nastily grinning Daphne. “Take a good look, beeyotch.” she cooed in Lenore's ear. “This is as close as you're ever gonna get.”
“Keep telling yourself that, cutie.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden huffed. “ I'm gonna line all three of your trash bags up by the curb before this is ovNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Harker dropped low and popped her hips to take Lemarchand up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head via a huge Tiger Suplex! The impact made the ring rattle but Lenore stayed shoulders down, ass up while Lucy went up on tiptoe to keep her prey down for a count of...
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsVpehDCf7o
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand twisted her hips and slopped onto her belly to escape defeat with half a second to spare! Scowling as Carpenter raised two fingers for the FAWNatics, Harker buried one hand in Lenore's hair so she could tip her head back and drag an index finger across the Raven's exposed throat. “You're finished bird-bitch.” No response from Lemarchand so Lucy doubled down on the hair-hold and muscled the woozy bendy-back to her feet. Snuggling in on the brunette's left side, she took hold of Lenore's right wrist and pulled it backward between the other wrestler's thighs so she could catch hold of it with her right hand. From there she dipped her head beneath Lemarchand's left armpit and boosted her high into the air for--“RRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Harker squealed in surprise and distress when Lenore crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it across her eyes! The catty tactic threw Lucy off balance and loosened her hooks enough for the Raven to float free and land directly behind the staggered brunette. “Behind you, Lucy!” Dufresne barked at her partner in crime. “Don't let her wriggle out of—HEY! EYES! GET HER OFF THE EYES, CARPENTER!”
Lenore, who'd pressed her palms to the sides of Harker's head so she could gouge away at the Scandalous lovely's eyes, planted a smooch on Lucy's cheek then turned a vicious look on Daphne. “Don't worry, honey. I'm not going anywhere!” With that she wrenched Lucy's noggin backward so she could loop her left arm over Harker's chin. Inverted Facelock complete, she sprang up and laid out on her belly to THWHAM Lucy down on the back of her head with a huge Inverted DDT! The crowd called for a cover and Lemarchand did not disappoint, she slid into a north-south chest press and slipped an arm around Harker's left thigh to draw it up to her chest for the...
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AY76RuDA0A
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TWO...
Jeers from those assembled as Lucy rolled to one side to keep herself in the match for at least another three seconds. Lenore's Unkindness didn't much appreciate Harker's tenacity, but their heroine seemed unperturbed, indeed she was sporting a big smile as she returned to verticality. “You wanna stomp my while I'm down, bitch?” the Raven taunted. “Let's see how you like playing doormat.” Lucy grunted and raised a defiant middle finger in Lenore's direction only to squeal aloud when the Lady in Waiting skipped onto that Scandalous pate and scraped both soles down Harker's forehead!
Another wail of protest from Lucy as she sat up like the mat was electrified with both hands pressed to her abraded face. Lemarchand had free reign to catch a handful of hair, instead she moved around and helped herself to a two-handed grip on the seated battler's left wrist. Very much aware that she was to the Seattle Sadist, Lenore dipped into a deep crouch and made a point of waggling her buns before she gathered her strength and YANKED Lucy up and in, the heavier brunette scraped off the mat and drawn into a Side Waistlock that allowed Lenore to drop down and THWHUMP Harker against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a massive Backdrop Suplex! Folded in half by the Raven's Wing, Harker rolled back to another slumped seat only to find herself stretched out flat once Lenore palmed both shoulders. A domineering Back Press followed, Lenore more than happy to point her rival's ass into the lights for a count of...
RAVEN'S WING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=swQ721pQwJo
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
“Oooooooohhhh, so close, asshole!” Dufresne chided after Harker powered free and tumbled over onto all fours. “When are you going to get it through the fugly skull, you can't beat any of--”
Daphne shut up when Lenore (who was kneeling beside Harker's right shoulder) draped herself across the other brunette's upper back and caught Lucy's left wrist in her right hand. In the same breath she slipped her left arm beneath Harker's left bicep and clamped down on her own right wrist. The fog in Lucy's brain prevented her from registering the Kimura in time to muster a proper counter, but clarity returned with agonizing swiftness when Lemarchand hooked her right leg across Harker's head and somersaulted over to roll the Tag Specialist onto her back! Ankles crossed a whisper before she CRANKED on the Kimura, Lenore straightened her legs and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Lucy's throat as hard as she could!
Harker thrashed like a madwoman, boot heels scraping, butt thumping, free hand scrabbling and scratching at the Raven's shin. Dark eyes alight with malice, Lenore blew a kiss at Daphne before stretched out full length to put even more pressure on her opponent's vulnerable throat.
“What do you say, Lucy?” Al was down by the action, though he made sure to keep clear of the brunette's wildly thrashing legs. “Tap out if it's too much! Tap and I'll get you out of the--”
“FHUCK YOO!” Harker sneered at the well meaning zebra. “Thiz bidge isn't gonna tap me RRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore poured it onto the Kimura and now Lucy's free hand did start to waver over the Raven's encroaching thigh. “Hold on Lucy, you're better than she is!” Daphne started to climb onto the apron only to drop down after a sharp glance from Al. The crowd was chanting 'TAP! TAP! TAP!' over and over again and Harker's free hand continued to tremble like a sapling wracked in a gale, but in the end she grabbed hold of Lenore's knee-pad and tugged it down so she could gouge at the exposed joint.
Lemarchand grimaced without making any effort to halt the other brunette's countermeasure. The Kimura wasn't the flashiest thing in her arsenal by any means, yet she knew it would get the job done sooner than lat--“OOOOOOOWWWW FUCK!” Harker wriggled her mouth into position against the Raven's encroaching thigh and took a huge bite! There was no need to call Carpenter's attention to the infraction, Lucy made no attempt to be subtle in her gnawing and even if she had, the FAWNatics were already shouting about the shameful behavior.
None of this did anything for Lenore in the moment though,so rather than wait on the zebra's count she simply sat up, halved her grip on Lucy's wrist and balled her free hand into a fist she promptly delivered unto Harker's forehead no less than half a dozen times! While it's often said that two wrongs don't make a right, apparently they can break up a stalemate as the tangled brunettes disengaged and rolled away from one another within a few seconds of Lenore throwing hands.
Tumbling in the direction of Daphne's voice, Harker scrambled to a seat against the strands with her left arm drawn tight across her chest. As for the Fair & Radiant Maiden, she rose to one knee and quickly adjusted her distended knee-pad before pressing a palm to the angry red crescent that marred her thigh.
“Take a breath, Luce.” Daphne patted the apron to get her friend's attention, did it again when Harker didn't so much as glance her way. “Hey. Don't let her get in your head. You let her in, you'll never get her out.”
“Listen to her, honey.” Lenore sniped as she got to her feet. “She knows all about it. That's why she's letting you and Murray take the beatings she's bought and paid--”
Lucy sprang up and rushed across the ring to take flight with another Shotgun Dropkick aimed squarely at Lenore's fac-NO! Lemarchand must've seen it coming because she grabbed hold of Harker's ankles in both hands and stepped backward while simultaneously yanking up on the captured limbs! This abrupt redirection meant the Scandalous battler landed HARD on the back of her head and shoulders and thus wasn't really aware of her surroundings when the Lady in Waiting relinquished her claim on the right leg so she could spin around the left in a deft little do-si-do that ended with Harker's calf braced against her own in an all too familiar arrangement.
“GET OUT OF THERE, LUCY!” Dufresne was back on the apron, the Seattle Sadist hoping her presence would draw Lenore's attention long enough for Harker to slip free.
But Lenore never said a word, she just reclaimed Lucy's right leg and braced it against her foe's left ankle. Then she dropped to a seat and hooked her left leg over that exposed ankle and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on the Figure Four with enough malice and vitriol to make Harker shriek to the rafters once Lemarchand pushed up on her palms.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5MMvFfORNY
“GAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Lucy slammed a fist against the mat, then shot both hands into the air like she was clawing at some invisible adversary. “Not pleasant, is it?” Lenore bobbled her hips to make the hold even more uncomfortable. “Now you understand what Daff was going through when you raced to her rescue. Only problem is, she had BOTH members of Scandalous and you've just got the Tru Value versNNGGHHH!”
Lucy sat up and delivered a single swift Overhand Slap to the other brunette's chest! Lenore fell back outta slappin' range so Harker curled that hand into a spade and sought the juncture of her foe's thig-- Lemarchand went from her elbows to her palms in a single violent motion, the Raven getting all the height she could to put even more strain on Harker's rapidly hyper-extending right knee!
“Submit, bitch.” Lenore ordered over the clamor of the crowd. “Submit and I'll let you go so Mina can nurse you back to health. Keep holding on and I'll make sure you're rocking designer crutches at the next T.V. TapOOOWWW!”
Lucy sat up as best she could and jabbed the tip of her right thumb into the other brunette's navel! This lowered Lenore's bridge without breaking the Figure Four, so Lucy leaned forward even farther and sank her left hand into Lemarchand's hair. “You're gonna break this fucking hold, honey.” she explained in the midst of trying to liberate a great patch of her foe's scalp. “And sooner than later you're going to tap out like a little BITCH because you aren't good enough to lick our goddamned bootOOOOHHH FUCKING WHORE!”
Lenore snatched hold of Lucy's left elbow and squeezed like a madwoman to reignite the anguish initially inflicted by the Kimura! Well aware of, yet utterly uninterested in Al Carpenter's increasingly strident calls for a clean break, Lenore wrenched and twisted on Lucy's elbow as she growled, “Scream all the curses you want, shit-bag. All these mean girl antics make it so much more satisfying when you're whining for mercHHRRHHHHH!” Harker yanked down on the hair-hold to bring Lemarchand's head close enough so she could jab a thumb in the Fair & Radiant Maiden's left eye the instant she abandoned the Belly Claw! That finally broke the Figure Four and the brunettes hurried away from one another like they'd been doused in scalding water.
Back on the floor now that her friend was free of that damned submission, Daphne Dufresne asked, “You ok, Luce? Come take a breather on the floor if you need it. I'll make sure she doesn't try anything.”
Lucy, who couldn't seem to decide if her left elbow or right knee should take priority, shook her head furiously 'no'. “I don't fucking think so. That bitch is going to learn respect. She's going to fear my OOOOFFFHHH!”
One had to respect the sheer ferocity and determination of Harker's tone, unfortunately Lenore didn't look too fearful of anything when she rushed over and STOMPED the Scandalous wrestler's ribs! “Fucking cheap-shot taking loser!” Lemarchand barked as she traded her stomps for a few savage kicks to the other brunette's lower back. “None of you can stand on your fucking own! Not! Fucking! One!” She punctuated each word with another Stomp be it to shoulder, flank or hip.
“Get off her you miserable psychopath!” Daphne was back on the apron, her proximity to the ropes immediately drawing Al's attention. “I get that you're fucking jealous, but it's not our fault we're still friends and all of yours abandoned you!”
Lenore started forward only to catch herself.” “Nice try, asshole.” she murmured in the midst of plunging both hands into Lucy's battle-damp hair. “Now get to the back of the line, I'll deal with you once this brat is NNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand got Harker to one knee and no farther because that's when the Californian THUMPED a short, brutal Uppercut between her thighs! Such a brazen Low Blow would've earned a warning or even an outright disqualification if witnessed by an official, unfortunately for the Raven Al's back was to his charges in an effort to deal with Dufresne's attempted interference. He certainly heard the thunderous jeers of the crowd as the shot connected, but all he actually saw when he turned around was Lucy drawing a weakly wriggling Lenore into a tight Small Package that left the former Queen of the Madhouse struggling through a count of...
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore slipped free with a whisper to spare, the knock-kneed bendy-back flopping over onto her tummy to ensure her continued participation. Beside her, Lucy Harker swiped a tangle of hair off her forehead before training a baleful glare on the lanky official. For a moment it looked like she might go after the poor dope but in the end she shifted focus back to the vulnerable Lady in Waiting. Scraping her nails across Lenore's scalp as she treated herself to a double handful of hair, Harker yanked the brunette to a seat, then cupped one hand over the crown of her skull and the other across her chin.
“You think you're fucking tuff?” Lucy hissed even as she began to twissssssssssssssst Lenore's head. “You're not tuff, you're a fucking poseur! EVERY. OTHER. MEMBER of the Black Court held gold, either as a World or Tag Team Champion. What were you ever champion of, Lenny? A fucking oil pit? Some cheesy ass haunted house bullshit? Answer me, bitch!” Lemarchand couldn't, she was too busy trying to get Harker's mitts off her head and was having precious little success in doing so. The silence only angered Lucy, who wrenched the hold a little harder and compounded her misery by driving a rough knee between her shoulders. “I said answer me!” she demanded. “You want to run your mouth? You better keep it running when I ask important quest--”
“Whuuuhhhh... where's all your gold, Lucy?” Lenore mumbled, her words slurring because her jaw was wedged shut. “Yuuuhhhh... you and Mina both, shouldn't you be multi-time champs by now? Is it just bad luck? Or maybe it's because you've always been a great catty bitch and a piss-poor wrestlNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lucy released half the Neck Wrench (the hand cupping the top of Lenore's head) so she could DRIVE the point of that elbow between the Raven's eyes! “IT'S BECAUSE YOU FUCKED US OVER!” she shrieked at the slumped grappler. “We had those nerds beat and you fucked us over because you're a poor fucking loser! That's all you've ever been. That's all you're ever going to be.” Lucy trailed off for a moment, seeming to consider her words. “I take that back. You haven't yet reached your maximum, or should I say minimum potential. Because by the time we're done with you're gonna be a mangled fucking loser.”
Lemarchand had nothing cogent to say to that which was fine because Harker had already stepped over the seated brunette's right shoulder. She repeated the process on the left side (careful to maintain a double handful of hair so the Raven couldn't flit away) then relinquished the hair-holds to claim her foe's wrists instead. Never one to miss a golden opportunity for mockery, Lucy forced the scrambled battler to hoist a sluggish imitation of her Raven sigil before she let loose and twisted over onto her hands and knees, a move that stretched Lemarchand out flat on her belly. Daphne demanded Harker fuck the meddler up and Lucy wasted no time obliging, she shot up on tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to thunk-thun-thun-THUNK her rival's forehead into the canvas no less than half a dozen times!
One round of such belligerent bludgeoning often sated the Scandalous lovely's basest instincts, but Lenore Lemarchand had been a thorn in their collective sides for far too long which was why Harker began to swish her knees back and forth, all the better to scraaaaaaaaaaaape the Fair & Radiant Maiden's patrician features against the unforgiving canvas. Al had issued a warning near the end of the original punishment, as the second stage neared the ten second mark he'd grown far more insistent. Lucy was in no mood to listen to anything the idiot has to say, yet she wasn't about to let this rat with wings squeak away with a disqualification win so she abruptly rolled to a seat with the Headscissors still secure. In the next instant she hunched forward, hooked an arm around the back of Lenore's right knee and drew it close in a Half Matchbook that put Lemarchand's tail feather on lurid display while Al and the rest of the FAWNatics counted out...
NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lenore didn't actually kick out, instead she balled her left hand into a fist and pounded away at Lucy's right knee until the blonde was forced to abandon her hooks at the last second. “Oh, you stupid, stupid bitch.” Harker hissed through clenched teeth as she clambered to her feet. “You think you're too tuff to keep down?” she snatched hold of Lemarchand's hair and began hauling her upright in fits and starts. “You're gonna wonder why you didn't take a dive fifteen minutes ago when the EMT's are loading you into the ambulance.”
Lenore had the temerity to giggle and Lucy realized she could hate the brunette a little more than she already did. “Sweetie, if they're loading me into an ambulance after this match it's because they couldn't get my boot out of your fat ass without HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Harker smashed another knee between Lenore's shoulders, then hauled her fully upright where she quickly pinned the Raven's arms high overhead with a brawny Full Nelson. Making a point to force Lemarchand's chin deep into the swell of her own modest decolletage, Lucy dipped low and popped her hips to take the flagging brunette up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Dragon Suplex! Lenore landed folded in half and stayed that way because Harker pushed onto tiptoe for a domineering...
DRAGON SUPLEX @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfsEY7LldAs
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Lady in Waiting slipped loose of the Scandalous trap to the delight of everyone on the paying side of the guardrail. Lucy and Daphne on the other hand were less than thrilled and were quick to express their displeasure to one Algernon Carpenter. “What the hell's wrong with you, Carpenter?” Harker snapped. “Throw your shoulder out carrying Jacobs' bags again?” “Or maybe you're in the bird-bitch's pocket?” Daphne sniped from the apron. “That's the only reasonable explanat--”
“You both fucking suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Lenore groaned from her spot on the canvas. “That's the ACTUAL explanation. Neither of you are good enough to beat me on your OOOFFFHH!”
Lucy whipped 'round on one foot, rushed forward and PUNTED the Raven in the belly! “We're all better than you, slut.” Harker purred as she peeled the gagging brunette off the mat. “Mina, Daphne and I, we're so much better than you it doesn't even count as competition if I'm being honest. But since you're stupid enough to need convincing...” Harker helped herself to Lemarchand's wrist, then pivoted so she was pointed toward the corner nearest Dufresne. Without so much as a word she stepped back and went down on one knee, Lucy using every bit of momentum she could muster to send Lenore hurtling chest-first into the top turnbuckle!
The BWUUUNG was something awful, albeit not loud enough to drown out the sympathetic groans of the FAWNatics of the meaty THWHAP when Harker rushed in and crushed her prey with a rough tits on shoulders Avalanche Splash! Lenore's knees buckled but the corner kept her upright which was fine with the Scandalous fighter because it allowed her to reach around and claim Lemarchand's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa.
As for Lenore herself, she caught a glimpse of Daphne mean mugging her from down on the floor so she lashed out with a weak kick that the Seattle Sadist easily avoided. The errant shot put her foot between the top and middle ropes and she wheezed, “Br--” Dufresn
e grabbed her foot and stuffed it back inside, giving Lucy all the leverage she needed to drag Lemarchand out into deep water with the straitjacket strapped tight across her ne-- “Daphne, I swear to god if you put another finger on this ring I'll send you to the back and have them pull your manager's license!” Carpenter snapped, the zebra finally at a breaking point over Dufresne's encroachment.
Daphne only snorted and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, like it actually matters. That scrawny brat's finished and we all know HEY!”
Blessed with a ring IQ possessed by no one else save maybe the Black Queen herself, Lenore suddenly whipped her left leg up and back to DRIVE her heel into the fork of Lucy's crotch with a vicious Mule Kick! The straitjacket pinning her arms in place gave way as Harker's knees legs did the same, indeed she might've crumpled to her knees on the spot if she hadn't managed to drape her arms over Lemarchand's should-- “NNNGGHHHHH!”
The Raven hit her with a SECOND Mule Kick, Lenore serving up some furious retribution for the mugging and humiliation she'd endured at All Hallows Evil. Daphne Dufresne saw both Low Blows but try as she might to explain the situation to that idiot Carpenter, he continued to insist she get down from the apron. “I mean it, Daphne!” he warned. “Take a spot on the floor or head to the locker room right n--”
“Oh for fuck's sake, FINE!” Dufresne snarled in abject rage as she complied with the moron's demand. “Now turn around and watch the fucking match!”
Al did as bade and he turned around just in time to see Lenore draw a penitent Lucy into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter and Lemarchand hoisted her burden ass over teakettle only to charge forward half a dozen steps before dropping to a seat to THWHONK Harker's skull into the deck with a huge Piledriver! Lucy seemed to compress and stretch simultaneously, the gut-shot brunette looking oddly boneless as she bounced up and away from the concussive impact.
“CHEATING BITCH!” an apoplectic Daphne roared as a weary Lenore circled around to get at her foe's legs. “I'LL FUCKING END YOU!”
Lemarchand, who'd regained her feet with Harker's left foot in her possession turned to the Seattle Sadist and flipped her an insolent middle finger. “Wait your turn, cutie.” Thus dismissed, Dufresne could only look on in a rage as Lenore turned her back on the prone brunette and neatly threaded her right leg around the exposed limb. Once that was done she took hold of Lucy's right leg, which she threaded over the tag specialist's left ankle before securing it between her thighs. With those Scandalous stems thoroughly knotted, Lenore hooked her thumbs together in the Raven sigil and raised it over her head for all the Unkindness to see and cheer. On the wings of their raucous response she spun down onto her tush and put one hand against the mat for support while the other cupped the toe of Lucy's boot and puuuuuuuuuuuushed as hard as she could!
TELLTALE LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tub7xwpZGxo
“AAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Lucy shot up on her hands, then collapsed to her chest with both hands digging into her own hair to spread the anguish of the Telltale Leglock.
“You're done, honey!” Lenore promised as she thrust her hips and jounced her legs to put even more strain on Lucy's knees. “So go ahead and submit while you can still leave under your own power!”
“Ignore her, Luce!” Daphne had changed her position to lock eyes with her suffering cohort. “Your legs are stronger than hers! Grit your teeth and crawl over--”
“RRRRRGGGHHHHHHH BITCH!” Harker reached a straining hand toward the ropes only to pound a fist to the mat when Lenore started rolling her ankle.
“She doesn't know what she's talking about, Harker.” Lemarchand teased. “That whiny bitch was heartbeats from tapping out when you and Mina saved her ass. She knew then and there that her legs weren't stronger than mine and now you know yours aren't either!”
“FUCK YOU!” Harker gouged her elbows into the deck, pushed up and started to army crawl toward Daphne. “I'M STRONGER THAN YOU'LL EVER OOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD DAMMIT YOU BITCH!”
Lenore let loose of Lucy's foot, pressed that hand to the struggling curve of her buns and secured a ferocious claw to the Californian's undercarriage! “That's right, cutie.” Lemarchand huffed. “I'm the meanest bitch you'll ever meet, so show me the proper deference and-- yeah, that's it! Tap out, loser!”
Lucy paddled the mat until Carpenter called for the bell, whereupon Lenore delivered a single vicious forget me not SLAP to those defenseless buns before she disengaged from the Leglock and barrel-rolled under the bottom rope just as Daphne was sliding in on the opposite side.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called, “your winner via submission... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Denied the center of the squared circle, the next best place for a victrix to celebrate was the foot of the ramp, yet the Fair & Radiant Maiden eschewed this spot in favor of vaulting over the guardrail on the side of the hard camera. Happy to exchange high fives with the surprised FAWNatics, Lenore winded her way back through several rows and didn't turn around until she occupied what felt like a safe, or at least defensible position. What might've been judged as overly cautious only moments ago now looked remarkably prescient as now there were three where there had previously been two, Mina Murray having appeared with a swiftness that suggested she was far closer to the action that the Raven would have liked.
“That's right, you better run, bitch!” Daphne shouted to Lemarchand as she crowded the ropes alongside the Scandalous blonde. “We get our hands on you and you're fucking finished!”
Lenore blew Daphne a taunting kiss before she raised a defiant index finger. “One down, ladies! Which of you is next? You actually have the guts for a rematch, Dufresne? Or are you going to let Mina this ass kicking?”
Dufresne snarled and actually started through the ropes only to stop when Mina put an arm across her chest. “Doesn't matter who's next.” Murray told the brunette. “You think we're content to beat the shit out of you just one more time? Honey, we're gonna run a three woman parade up and down your fucking face.”
Lenore had been smiling, but the expression faded in response to Murray's icy threat. “Lucy's not going to be walking anywhere without crutches if you don't get her to the medics sooner than later. I submitted her. I'll submit you too, Mina. You and Harker can watch me finish Daphne from the sidelines.”
“The fuck you will!” Daphne bellowed at the Raven. “You want more of what I gave you at AHE? You got it!”
Lemarchand smiled, nodded her approval. “Train her up, Mina.” she advised while raising that ebon-winged sigil overhead. “Otherwise you're Wicked's last hope.”
Murray answered with a bird of her own but Lenore didn't see it, she'd already turned around and disappeared into the throng. Daphne cursed, kicked the ropes, then turned away to bark at the medic checking Lucy's knee while Mina kept watch on the crowd. She had no doubt the Seattle Sadist would put Lemarchand down the next time they crossed paths, she just hoped the brat had enough left to get up for one more beating after it was over. And if she didn't? Mina would be happy to obliterate her on the ground.
Kula Shaker’s cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ as large as it had ever been despite the challenges of the last several months. 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!’ Offering the throng a knowing smile at this show of support, the Lenore started down the aisle like a woman ready to avenge a long-standing insult.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first PPV appearance of 2023, Lemarchand 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. In a remarkable display of balance the stately bird of yore merely held the pose long enough to raise the Raven and another round of raucous cheering from those assembled. The cacophony was still building when she hopped down to claim the center of the ring with her arms spread wide.
She'd just turned her attention to the stage when Al Carpenter strolled over and said, “You ready for this, Lenore? Three on one is pretty steep odds, even if two of them are ringside.”
“You're right Al, those ARE steep odds.” Lenore raised each knee for a check before extending her arms for the zebra. “Which is why I believe you'll find the contents of my left elbow pad rather reassuring.”
Al frowned, felt around and damned if he didn't pull out a carefully folded square of paper. “Not exactly a roll of quarters, is it?” he asked. “
“Oh, it's far more entertaining, I think. Look it over, then go tell the Announcer. But feel free to wait until Daphne and co. are on the ramp headed this way.”
Al opened it up, looked it over and couldn't hide a snort of amusement. A word with the voice in his earpiece confirmed it was legit, so he tucked it into his pocket and said, “If you'll excuse me.”
“Of course.”
Lenore settled back with her elbows on the ropes to watch her foes arrive. This was going to be fun.
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by--”
The lights cut out, stopping the Announcer in mid-spiel. Sighing heavily, he lowered his mic and waited in silence as the gloom was filled by the rasping, staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8wclUmYWA
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 three figures that now stood atop the stage. Satisfied he was finally safe to proceed, the Announcer resumed his duties. “Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Daphne Dufresne and Mina Murray, hailing from Morningside California, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. This is... LUCY HARKER!”
LUCY HARKER:
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
MINA MURRAY:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal Lucy and Mina with Daphne between them, all three ladies holding their hands high in the ‘W’ sigil they’d adopted as a crest. For tonight’s dispensation of justice the Scandalous brunette wore a sky blue fightin' two-piece dusted with silver glitter. Gleaming white boots and pads completed her ensemble. As for Mina and Daphne, neither were dressed for the ring but both still commanded plenty of eyes in painted on jeans and a black version of their new 'Scandalously Wicked' tank-top.
“Smarmy bitch didn't learn her lesson at AHE, did she?” Lucy murmured as she glared down the ramp at the Raven. “And I thought they were supposed to be such smart birds.”
“She THINKS she's smart.” Mina corrected. “Really she's just a glutton for punishment.”
“Well then she's in luck.” Daphne smirked. “We've got all the punishment she could ever--”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer spoke over the music to everyone's surprise, “I have just been informed by FAWN executives via this communication from Algernon Carpenter, that after the most recent updates to the organization's managerial bylaws that a manager's license can now only be held by an individual, rather than a tag team. THEREFORE, until all three members of Wicked obtain individual licenses, only one member may accompany another to any singles con--”
“What sort of rules lawyer horseshit is this?” Dufresne hollered over the delighted jeers of the crowd. “That license has always been good for every--”
“Furthermore!” the Announcer seemed to enjoy the chance to interrupt the terrible trio for once. “Failure to comply will result in immediate disqualification and a hefty fine.”
“Screw your fine!” Daphne shouted. “It won't be nearly enough to cover that bitch's hospital bi--”
Mina laid a hand on her shoulder. “It's fine.” She shifted her gaze to the ring, raised both hands to shoulder level and called out, “I'm going.” As she started back the blonde looked to Daphne and Lucy. “Make that bitch sorry.”
“Done and done.” Lucy started down the aisle with Daphne at her heels, the remaining two-thirds of Wicked ignoring their grubby, reaching hands of the aisle-side FAWNatics in favor of a beeline toward the squared circle.
Lenore watched them close but made no effort to vacate her corner, not even when they both dove under the bottom rope and popped to boot-leather at center ring. Harker held her ground but Dufresne went straight for the Raven, only stopping when Al moved directly into her path.
“What's the matter, bitch?” Daphne hissed. “Can't stand to see anyone else with friends when all of yours kicked you to the curb?”
“I'm impressed you had the guts to say that with only Lucy backing you up.” Lemarchand replied blandly. “I wonder if you'll ever be brave enough to say it when you're all by yours--”
“Stop hiding behind the referee and I'll say it right--”
Lucy stepped in close, put her chin on Daphne's left shoulder and murmured, “She's mine tonight, Daph. You can have what's left. I'll make sure to save just enough for you and Mina both.”
That calmed Dufresne enough for Al to shoo both brunettes back to the opposite corner, though it still took a great deal of effort to make D² take her place on the floor.
Quick to head to the center of the ring as soon as the bell sounded (she couldn't be entirely certain Mina had vacated the premises despite the blonde's absence) Lenore put her hands on her hips and smirked when she saw Lucy and Daphne were still grousing to one another about the recent ejection of their Scandalous third. “What's wrong, ladies?” the Raven asked loudly enough for the floor seat fans to hear. “You realizing you sent the most competent member of your number to the back? Or maybe you've figured out that two to one odds aren't good enough to give you the advantage you--”
“Oh, go fuck yourself!” Lucy snapped in irritation. “We don't sweat you, bird-shit for brains, we're just deciding how we're going to ruin you this ti--”
“Pretty goddamned mouthy for the first wave.” Lemarchand interrupted. “You usually don't see that sort of confidence in cannon fodder.”
Harker had already turned back to Dufresne, now she whipped toward Lenore, her green eyes narrowed to smoldering slits. “What did you call me, bitch?”
“Easy.” Daphne put a hand on Lucy's shoulder, but the other brunette paid it no mind. “Scrawny little bird knows she's got no chance. She's just trying to get in your head.”
“Yeah, listen to Daphne.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden offered them both a charming smile. “SHE'S managed to beat me after all. Even if I did take you and Mina both to save her from that Figure Four after I'd kicked her ass all over the ring for twenty minutes.”
Now it was Daphne's turn to scowl. “Scoreboard, bitch. Us one, you nothing.”
Irritation flickered across Lemarchand's face for a moment before her smile returned. “That might hurt more if it was coming from the Tag Team Champions.”
Harker and Dufresne sneered, with the latter starting through the ropes before Al bustled over to put a stop to it. “Enough of that now! Daphne, take a spot on the floor or you can join Mina in the back. Lucy, match is out there.”
Dufresne flipped Lemarchand off just because she could, a gesture the Raven returned without missing a beat. As for Harker, she kept her hands curled into claws as she stormed off the buckles, all the better to plunge them into her adversary's hair. Attention shifting to Lucy as soon as she began to close in, Lenore strode out to meet her and-- CRACK! 'OOOOOOOHHH!' from the FAWNatics as Emily's Lady in Waiting put Harker's head on a swivel with a stern Bitch Slap!
Already seething, Lucy didn't do more than offer an enraged snarl en route to warming Lenore's cheek with a Bitch Slap of her own! The answering shot stung like hell, yet it also poured gas on a fire Lemarchand had tended since AHE. She let loose a second slap which Harker promptly matched. Just like their hands were flying, Lenore and Lucy each helping themselves to a massive fistful of her opponent's dark locks to ensure their face was in the best position for a veritable fusillade of slaps! All of these blows were open-handed so they didn't draw the ref's attention, the hair-hold however was anything but legal. And once several seconds elapsed with neither lady showing the slightest interest in letting go, Al strode up beside the action and demanded, “Let's have a clean break, ladies.”
The slaps actually stopped without further prompting, but the overall situation deteriorated considerably once Harker pressed her free hand to the side of Lenore's head and tried to jab a thumb into her eye! Such an attack was far from pleasant, yet Lemarchand had endured similar affronts ever since Adelaide Brewster had swollen one eye shut during a particularly vicious steel cage match several years prior. Such base tactics within a minute of the opening bell told Lenore all she needed to know about the battle ahead so rather than shout a complaint to the official she snatched hold of Lucy's hand and prized it away from her face. Grimacing as the skinny bitch squeezed hard enough to grind the bones in her fingers, Harker pulled Lenore's hair even harder and sneered, “Let me go or I'm gonna pluck your feathers one by one you flying raAAARRRRGGHHH! BITING, CARPENTER! Bitch is biting me!”
Indeed she was, Lenore chomping and gnashing on the meaty base of her opponent's thumb! “All right, that's enough dammit! Knock off the catty shit right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Both brunettes let go at 'FOUR!' and tried to create some separation with a rude little shove. The mutual contact only triggered more animosity and just like that they were shoving one another back and forth, each woman more than happy to stuff a hand in her opponent's face when the opportunity presented itsel--“HHHRRRRGGGHH!” Lucy went low, stuffed a shoulder into Lenore's belly and swept her legs out from underneath with a Double Leg Takedown that landed with the force of a Spear!
“That's right, take her down!” Daphne shouted encouragement to the Scandalous brunette as she landed on her knees and immediately began to rain down punches on Lenore, who struggled to protect her head behind a hastily-assembled guard. “Take her down and bash her smirky little face in!”
The advice must've sounded good to Harker because she stopped punching and snatched a double handful of hair that allowed her to thun-thun-THUNK the back of Lemarchand's skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. She'd managed about half a dozen of these skull-jarring impacts when Al dropped to one knee beside them and said, “Get off of her hair, Lucy! I'm not going to tell you again!”
“Well speak up then, asshole.” she replied while pointedly twining her fingers in Lenore's hair. “With all these idiots screaming, it's impossible to hear you properly.”
Carpenter wasn't going to take that sort of sass from the notorious opportunist. “So you're having trouble hearing? I can make it at least a little quieter out here, you want me to send Daphne to the back?”
Harker snarled in disgust. “You wouldn't dare.”
“Keep off her hair and you're right.”
Lucy scowled, then abandoned the hair-grip in favor of an equally galling fish-face. “You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight, fucker.” she tapped the tip of Lenore's nose with index finger to emphasize that generosity. “Otherwise I'd take the DQ just to HHHRRRGGGHHHHH!” Harker was still kneeling between the Raven's stems and this proved a costly mistake when Lenore brought 'em up and smecked a tight Bodyscissors around her waist! Forgetting all about the snide little indignities in favor of pushing at the vise gripping her ribs, Lucy pushed and clawed to fight free of--CRACK!
Lemarchand tagged her with a single quick slap, then taunted, “If that's all you've got I should just crack your ribs right NGH! NGH!”
Lucy interrupted with a pair of punches to that washboard tummy but it would've been more if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't pushed up on her palms and straightened out the Scissors to crrrrrrruuuuuusssssssh the other brunette's midsection between her thighs! Harker gnashed her teeth and buried both hands in her hair, the sturdy battler momentarily paralyzed by the nauseating constriction of her abdomen. Movement returned after another slap from Lenore, this one much heavier than its predecessor. “Tap out if you're just going to groan.” she ordered. “I'm here for the bitch lurking outside the ring, not to waste my time with roadblockSEERRRRHHHHH!”
Lucy delivered a crisp two-handed slap to the Raven's belly, then made things infinitely more intolerable by switching over to a Belly Claw focused on the other brunette's navel! “Bitch, I better be the only thing on your mind right fucking now.” Harker advised even as she tried to gouge her way through Lenore's tummy. “Thinking about anything else is going to end real bad for WHOOOAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Lemarchand snatched hold of the Scandalous lovely's wrists and yanked them clear of her abs while simultaneously pouring on another long constriction. In the next instant she popped her hips and rolled to the left, an adjustment that tumbled Harker onto her back with the Lady in Waiting riding a full mount! Easing the Scissors so she could slide down into some belligerent belly on belly contact. Catching hold of the tag specialist's wrists even as she slipped her calves beneath Lucy's, Lenore WRENCHED her rival into a wide starfish without any warning, the jolt of the Double-Leg Grapevine earning a yowl of pain from Lucy.
“This is what my undivided attention gets you, sweetie.” Lenore used her cheek to force Harker's face to the hard camera so the folks at home could see her fury as the Raven ran her mouth. “You sure you can handle it?”
Lucy didn't get to answer because her shoulders were down and Carpenter was already swooping in to count the...
ONE...
TWO...
Lucy got a shoulder up in time with 'TWO' but the Grapevine was still intact so Lemarchand pressed her down flat and stretched those strong legs a little wider to earn another...
ONE...
TWO...
Harker bucked her hips to break the cover even though the Raven remained glued to her gulping tummy. “GET OFFA ME FUCKER!” she demanded of the sinewy bendy-back. “GET UP AND FIGMMMMRRRRPPPPHHHH!”
Lenore slid up and pressed down, the smirking brunette forcing her modest chest into Lucy's protesting features! “Make me, bitch.” she chided. “Guess you're starting to understand how sweet Daphne felt when I was kicking her--”
“You didn't kick a goddamned thing, loser!” Dufresne interrupted from the outside. “You ended that match topless, tits up and beaten! Same thing that's gonna happen to you ton--” the Seattle Sadist trailed into a volcanic silence when Lemarchand shifted upward again, her new arrangement brazenly pressing her navel against Lucy's nose. Not only that, Harker's shoulders were still down so Carpenter counted off another...
ONE...
TWO...
Harker wrenched her wrists free of Lenore's grips which allowed her to get a shoulder off the mat with a full second to spare. But rather than simply punch or push at the other brunette's flanks, Lucy coiled her arms around Lemarchand's waist and cinched on a Bear Hug so tight it made the Fair & Radiant Maiden groan with the strain! “Gotcha now, bitch!” Lucy ground her knotted fists into the small of Lenore's back and tried to roll on top (or at least to her side) but the Grapevine meant her legs were wrenched too wide to get any real leverage. Still, she was no longer in any danger of being pinned so the Scandalous squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed a little more and teased, “I'm going to humiliate you tonight, Lenny. It's what you fucking deserve for denying us the Tag Titles not once, but EERGGHH!”
Hands braced above the other wrestler's shoulders, Lenore arched as much as the Hug would allow and stretched her legs even wider. The burn in Harker's thighs earned a groan loud enough to draw Carpenter's attention, but Lucy sent him on his way with a furious snarl. “You were never going to beat Lily and Veronica, not even with her help.” Lemarchand jerked her chin in Dufresne's direction. “I just showed up to put her on her ass because I can't stand the smug look on your stupid faceOOOWWWW FUCK!”
Lucy lifted her head and sank her teeth into the bendy-back's svelte flank! Determined to meet every show of ferocity with an increased response, Lenore hurriedly brushed some hair away from in front of Lucy's left ear so she could pinch the defenseless lobe between thumb and forefinger! The biting intensified for a moment before Harker drew back, the keening Californian twisting her head this way and that to escape the Raven's pincer.
“Evil slut!” Lucy sputtered even as she redoubled her efforts with the Bear Hug. “What kind of fucking psycho goes after a chick's earRRMMMMPPPHHHHH!”
Lenore dropped down like she was executing a push-up which in fact stuffed her tummy into Harker's startled mug! “Kiss my abs, cutie.” she told the squealing Scandalmonger. “I think six times is appropriate, one for each in the AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lucy wasn't about to abandon the Bear Hug, she did however shift her clasp so that her right hand was secured to her left forearm. With her left hand free to do whatever it pleased, she hooked her fingers into the left leg-hole of Lemarchand's bottoms and YANKED them up in a merciless half wedgie! Snarling with delight as she felt the other brunette shiver in pain, Lucy could've repeated the tactic on the other side but(t) instead she curved that hand into a talon and began to rake and squeeze the vulnerable glute. Twisting her head to one side for a view of anything that wasn't Lenore's navel, Harker huffed, “Break the Grapevine, bony. Or I'm going to peel this flat thing off--”
“Off your nose?” the Lady in Waiting interrupted. “Not fucking likely, unless Dufresne's got the guts to jump me from behindOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK YOU!”
Loathing the insistent furnace heat of Lenore's abs on her cheek (and a touch concerned about the growing ache in her inner thighs) Lucy upped the catty ante with a pincer of her own, one she applied to the deep crease separating Lemarchand's left thigh from her left buttock! “She's not your problem tonight, bird-shit for brains.” Harker explained through clenched teeth. “I'M the one who's gonna beat your ass. I'M the one who's gonna humiliate you in front of the world. I'm the one who's going to sit on your fugly facAAAAAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAWD!”
More than happy to flex some of the vicious AHW muscles that'd caught Emily's attention in the first place, Lemarchand lifted her right hand from the mat and reached back between her own straining stems to seize hold of Lucy's waistband, which she promptly raised by several inches!
The eye-watering inverted wedgie forced Harker to abandon the Bear Hug AND the pincer, however the resultant full body jolt also dislodged Lenore's Grapevine. Free of each other for what seemed like the first time in hours, both brunettes tumbled in opposite directions and quickly scrambled to all fours. Sighing with relief as a sensation other than numb anguish returned to her thighs, Lucy bared her teeth in outraged fury as she carefully undid the Raven's wedgie.
“You bitch.” she grunted. “I'm ending you tonight. No one does this to me and gets away with it.”
Elsewhere, Lenore pushed to her knees and reset her own togs with a pained little grimace. “That little quaver in your voice tells me I already got away with it, Luce.” the Raven stood up and taunted, “But just because I did it once doesn't mean I won't do it again and again before the match is ov--” Lemarchand jerked to one side when a hand darted under the bottom rope and swatted her boot!
Twisting in that direction she cursed and lashed out with a little kick at Daphne, who was already backing toward the guardrail with her hands raised. “ You're pathetic, DufresNNNGGHH!” Lenore's anger was understandable, alas losing focus for even a second proved disastrous as Lucy rushed in from across the ring and THWHUMPED a huge Dropkick into the Raven's chest! Blown off her feet by the John Woo-ish power of the Shotgun Dropkick, Lemarchand BWUNGED spine-first into the buckles before stumbling away from the point of impact with one arm draped over the top rope for additional support.
SHOTGUN DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=StrbG93kdSk
She'd made it maybe a third of the way in the when Harker rushed up from behind and clouted her across the nape of the neck with a heavy Forearm Smash. “Get your narrow ass back here!” Lucy pounded the Raven's noggin a second time for good measure, then peeled her off the ropes so she could secure her left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. Drawing the captured limbs tight against Lemarchand's fluttering tummy in a low, but still quite effective straitjacket. “You're done now, honey.” Harker cooed in the other brunette's ear. “I'm gonna pose you so hard they'll call it taxidermy instead of posterization.”
“Nuuuhhhh... need Daphne to help you with that toONNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Disgusted by any sort of sass from such a vulnerable foe, Lucy got low and popped her hips to take Lenore up, over and DOWN with a Straitjacket German Suplex that dropped the Lady in Waiting squarely on the back of her head and shoulders! The emphatic maneuver left Lenore folded in half, boots somewhere north of her ears, ass pointing up at the lights while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off...
STRAITJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M1IFrBeOFo
ONE...
TWO...
She twisted hard to the right spilling onto her belly just after the ref reached 'TWO!' Al expected some sass from the Scandalous brunette about a slow count or some other such nonsense, so he was pleasantly surprised when Harker simply got to her feet and made for the corner Lenore so recently trudged away from. Slipping onto the apron so she could climb into the high rent district from outside, Lucy settled into a predatory crouch and proceeded to wait while an oblivious Lemarchand rolled onto her stomach and slowly clambered to verticality. She was still doubled over with her hands on her knees when Harker took to the skies, the cruel Californian drawing in on herself just to stretch out full length before she brought her near hundred and forty pounds crashing down on the Raven's bowed back. Utterly unprepared for the heat of her foe's Red Hot Dive, Lenore was knocked off her feet and THWHAMMED down flat on her chest and belly! Smashed breathless against the thinly-sheathed plywood, Lemarchand offered no meaningful resistance when Harker shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back into a Crossbody Press good for...
RED HOT DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=glLF1U4fYV0
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THRNOOOO!
“C'mon Carpenter, get your shit together!” the complaint came from Daphne rather than Lucy, who only pulled Lenore to a seat and scuttled around behind. “Bitch clearly has nothing left, there's no reason to waste any more of our time!”
“Ohhhh, there's no rush, Daph.” Harker was all smiles as she helped herself to the other brunette's wrists and tugged her arms back in an awkward 'V'. “The reservation's not until eleven, that means there's plenty of time to show this brat the error of her ways!”
“You three booked a pity party in advance?” Lenore giggled through her aches and pains. “That's the saddest thing I've ever heardDDRRRRGGHHHH!”
Leaning back while still in possession of the Raven's wrists, Harker kicked her legs up and threaded them around Lemarchand's biceps so she could cross her ankles behind the other brunette's neck. From there she set her hands flat and boosted her butt off the canvas to put immense pressure on Lenore's shoulders and spine with the Lotus Lock.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLJcCMzT2cc
“You're the one hosting a pity party, beeyotch.” Harker explained as she thrust her hips to put more strain on the hold. “Maybe if you're lucky Allard's already set aside your favorite pair of raggedy-ass sweatpants and a half gallon of Cherry Garc--”
“I don't know what you're talking about, that sounds like a victory celebration to me.” Lemarchand interrupted. “Not like I'm gonna get cleaned up and hit the town for a showcasing on a trio of losers like youHHRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Lucy dropped her tush to the mat, grabbed onto Lenore's wrists and rolled her over onto her stomach without relinquishing the Lotus Lock. Doing so put Lemarchand facedown on the mat and set Harker in a domineering seat on the small of her back. Tugging on the brunette's wrists for a few seconds, Lucy freed her hands so she could swat the Raven's thighs before bracing them against the mat. “Call me a loser with your lips pressed to the canvas, Lenny. Try and see what happens. I fucking dare you.”
Lenore focused on escape instead, the trapped brunette rocking from side to side while occasionally swatting or clawing at Harker's sturdy thighs. Didn't amount to much though, and her situation grew all the worse when the Scandalous Californian aggressively ground her bootlaces against the back of her opponent's skull!
“Just call this thing now, Carpenter!” Daphne advised from the outside. “Bitch is defenseless, no reason to waste everyone's time while she sits there and pouts about it!”
Al wouldn't dare use the word 'pout' in regard to Lemarchand's predicament mostly because he liked being alive. Even so, Lucy did have the Lotus Lock cinched in deep and that sort of prolonged strain on the Raven's arms couldn't be comfortable. Settling to one knee beside the grounded grappler, he asked, “What do you say, Lenore?”
Lemarchand's thrashing subsided to almost nothing as she mulled her answer. After a moment she huffed, “I say I have no idea how Dufresne's trash talk game is still such shit when she's been mooching offa Harker and Murray as long as she RRRRGGHHHH!”
Lucy Harker wasn't about to tolerate such disrespect for her friend so she crooked her right hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaked the nearly bare expanse of Lenore's back as hard as she could! “You got a real fuckin' attitude problem, you know that, Lenny?” Harker sneered as she scored the other brunette's six over and over again. “Just the TINIEST bit of humility, say, the ability to admit when you're outgunned in every conceivable way and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be face-down and crying right now.”
“Thuhhhhh... that you can say that without a trace of irony is all I need to know about you, Harker.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden huffed. “But as far as that humility you're so eager to hear... get on my level and maybe you'll have a chance.”
“Bitch!” Lucy shifted on her perch, the infuriated battler leaning forward to snatch Lenore's hair. “You're gonna put some respect on my goddamned namOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand gouged both thumbs into the dense meat of Harker's tummy while the other eight fingers hooked deep into her flanks! Lucy gave those dark locks a single sharp tug, then tossed them aside to seize hold of her foe's wrists. “Fucking loser!” she barked after wrenching the brunette's hands loose. “I'm gonna break these skinny fucking armAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
Lenore twisted her wrists in Harker's grasp and gouged her fingers into the underside of the other brunette's wrists with white-knuckle intensity! One pressure point was bad enough, two at the same time sent lightning shooting from her wrists to her shoulders and back again! With the roles reversed from torturer to tortured, Lucy tugged and pulled at the Raven's claws to no avail. “BITCH, LEMME GO!” Harker drew one foot away and delivered a few rough, scraping kicks to the back of Lenore's noggin until-- a hiss of relief from the Scandalous lass when Lemarchand let loose and she was able to scramble to boot-leather!
“You're gonna fucking learn!” Lucy thumped a rough kick into the other woman's ribs, then kicked her a second time for good measure.
“It's all good, Lucy! It's all good!” Daphne swatted the mat with both hands to get her friend's attention. “Skinny bitch is just desperate! Take your time and finish her off!”
Still rubbing her wrists after those nasty claws, Harker rolled her shoulders a few times, then smoothed back her hair before delivering a petulant little stomp to the Raven's backside. “How're those wings feeling, shit-bag?” she growled. “Looks to me like they're pretty fucked up.”
“Nuuuuhhhhh... not so fucked up they can't wring your pencil necKKOOOFFFHHH!”
Lucy hopped up and STOMPED Lemarchand between the shoulders, skipped off, then twisted around and helped herself to a double handful of the Lady in Waiting's hair. Scraping Lenore off the mat in stages, Harker twisted 'round behind and gave up the hair-hold so she could tug the other wrestler's arms back into a Double Chickenwing. Hands locked tight to keep Lemarchand trapped, Lucy wheeled 'em both around to face a nastily grinning Daphne. “Take a good look, beeyotch.” she cooed in Lenore's ear. “This is as close as you're ever gonna get.”
“Keep telling yourself that, cutie.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden huffed. “ I'm gonna line all three of your trash bags up by the curb before this is ovNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Harker dropped low and popped her hips to take Lemarchand up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head via a huge Tiger Suplex! The impact made the ring rattle but Lenore stayed shoulders down, ass up while Lucy went up on tiptoe to keep her prey down for a count of...
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsVpehDCf7o
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand twisted her hips and slopped onto her belly to escape defeat with half a second to spare! Scowling as Carpenter raised two fingers for the FAWNatics, Harker buried one hand in Lenore's hair so she could tip her head back and drag an index finger across the Raven's exposed throat. “You're finished bird-bitch.” No response from Lemarchand so Lucy doubled down on the hair-hold and muscled the woozy bendy-back to her feet. Snuggling in on the brunette's left side, she took hold of Lenore's right wrist and pulled it backward between the other wrestler's thighs so she could catch hold of it with her right hand. From there she dipped her head beneath Lemarchand's left armpit and boosted her high into the air for--“RRRRGGHHHHHH!”
Harker squealed in surprise and distress when Lenore crooked her left hand into a claw and dragged it across her eyes! The catty tactic threw Lucy off balance and loosened her hooks enough for the Raven to float free and land directly behind the staggered brunette. “Behind you, Lucy!” Dufresne barked at her partner in crime. “Don't let her wriggle out of—HEY! EYES! GET HER OFF THE EYES, CARPENTER!”
Lenore, who'd pressed her palms to the sides of Harker's head so she could gouge away at the Scandalous lovely's eyes, planted a smooch on Lucy's cheek then turned a vicious look on Daphne. “Don't worry, honey. I'm not going anywhere!” With that she wrenched Lucy's noggin backward so she could loop her left arm over Harker's chin. Inverted Facelock complete, she sprang up and laid out on her belly to THWHAM Lucy down on the back of her head with a huge Inverted DDT! The crowd called for a cover and Lemarchand did not disappoint, she slid into a north-south chest press and slipped an arm around Harker's left thigh to draw it up to her chest for the...
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AY76RuDA0A
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TWO...
Jeers from those assembled as Lucy rolled to one side to keep herself in the match for at least another three seconds. Lenore's Unkindness didn't much appreciate Harker's tenacity, but their heroine seemed unperturbed, indeed she was sporting a big smile as she returned to verticality. “You wanna stomp my while I'm down, bitch?” the Raven taunted. “Let's see how you like playing doormat.” Lucy grunted and raised a defiant middle finger in Lenore's direction only to squeal aloud when the Lady in Waiting skipped onto that Scandalous pate and scraped both soles down Harker's forehead!
Another wail of protest from Lucy as she sat up like the mat was electrified with both hands pressed to her abraded face. Lemarchand had free reign to catch a handful of hair, instead she moved around and helped herself to a two-handed grip on the seated battler's left wrist. Very much aware that she was to the Seattle Sadist, Lenore dipped into a deep crouch and made a point of waggling her buns before she gathered her strength and YANKED Lucy up and in, the heavier brunette scraped off the mat and drawn into a Side Waistlock that allowed Lenore to drop down and THWHUMP Harker against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a massive Backdrop Suplex! Folded in half by the Raven's Wing, Harker rolled back to another slumped seat only to find herself stretched out flat once Lenore palmed both shoulders. A domineering Back Press followed, Lenore more than happy to point her rival's ass into the lights for a count of...
RAVEN'S WING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=swQ721pQwJo
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
“Oooooooohhhh, so close, asshole!” Dufresne chided after Harker powered free and tumbled over onto all fours. “When are you going to get it through the fugly skull, you can't beat any of--”
Daphne shut up when Lenore (who was kneeling beside Harker's right shoulder) draped herself across the other brunette's upper back and caught Lucy's left wrist in her right hand. In the same breath she slipped her left arm beneath Harker's left bicep and clamped down on her own right wrist. The fog in Lucy's brain prevented her from registering the Kimura in time to muster a proper counter, but clarity returned with agonizing swiftness when Lemarchand hooked her right leg across Harker's head and somersaulted over to roll the Tag Specialist onto her back! Ankles crossed a whisper before she CRANKED on the Kimura, Lenore straightened her legs and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Lucy's throat as hard as she could!
Harker thrashed like a madwoman, boot heels scraping, butt thumping, free hand scrabbling and scratching at the Raven's shin. Dark eyes alight with malice, Lenore blew a kiss at Daphne before stretched out full length to put even more pressure on her opponent's vulnerable throat.
“What do you say, Lucy?” Al was down by the action, though he made sure to keep clear of the brunette's wildly thrashing legs. “Tap out if it's too much! Tap and I'll get you out of the--”
“FHUCK YOO!” Harker sneered at the well meaning zebra. “Thiz bidge isn't gonna tap me RRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore poured it onto the Kimura and now Lucy's free hand did start to waver over the Raven's encroaching thigh. “Hold on Lucy, you're better than she is!” Daphne started to climb onto the apron only to drop down after a sharp glance from Al. The crowd was chanting 'TAP! TAP! TAP!' over and over again and Harker's free hand continued to tremble like a sapling wracked in a gale, but in the end she grabbed hold of Lenore's knee-pad and tugged it down so she could gouge at the exposed joint.
Lemarchand grimaced without making any effort to halt the other brunette's countermeasure. The Kimura wasn't the flashiest thing in her arsenal by any means, yet she knew it would get the job done sooner than lat--“OOOOOOOWWWW FUCK!” Harker wriggled her mouth into position against the Raven's encroaching thigh and took a huge bite! There was no need to call Carpenter's attention to the infraction, Lucy made no attempt to be subtle in her gnawing and even if she had, the FAWNatics were already shouting about the shameful behavior.
None of this did anything for Lenore in the moment though,so rather than wait on the zebra's count she simply sat up, halved her grip on Lucy's wrist and balled her free hand into a fist she promptly delivered unto Harker's forehead no less than half a dozen times! While it's often said that two wrongs don't make a right, apparently they can break up a stalemate as the tangled brunettes disengaged and rolled away from one another within a few seconds of Lenore throwing hands.
Tumbling in the direction of Daphne's voice, Harker scrambled to a seat against the strands with her left arm drawn tight across her chest. As for the Fair & Radiant Maiden, she rose to one knee and quickly adjusted her distended knee-pad before pressing a palm to the angry red crescent that marred her thigh.
“Take a breath, Luce.” Daphne patted the apron to get her friend's attention, did it again when Harker didn't so much as glance her way. “Hey. Don't let her get in your head. You let her in, you'll never get her out.”
“Listen to her, honey.” Lenore sniped as she got to her feet. “She knows all about it. That's why she's letting you and Murray take the beatings she's bought and paid--”
Lucy sprang up and rushed across the ring to take flight with another Shotgun Dropkick aimed squarely at Lenore's fac-NO! Lemarchand must've seen it coming because she grabbed hold of Harker's ankles in both hands and stepped backward while simultaneously yanking up on the captured limbs! This abrupt redirection meant the Scandalous battler landed HARD on the back of her head and shoulders and thus wasn't really aware of her surroundings when the Lady in Waiting relinquished her claim on the right leg so she could spin around the left in a deft little do-si-do that ended with Harker's calf braced against her own in an all too familiar arrangement.
“GET OUT OF THERE, LUCY!” Dufresne was back on the apron, the Seattle Sadist hoping her presence would draw Lenore's attention long enough for Harker to slip free.
But Lenore never said a word, she just reclaimed Lucy's right leg and braced it against her foe's left ankle. Then she dropped to a seat and hooked her left leg over that exposed ankle and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on the Figure Four with enough malice and vitriol to make Harker shriek to the rafters once Lemarchand pushed up on her palms.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5MMvFfORNY
“GAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Lucy slammed a fist against the mat, then shot both hands into the air like she was clawing at some invisible adversary. “Not pleasant, is it?” Lenore bobbled her hips to make the hold even more uncomfortable. “Now you understand what Daff was going through when you raced to her rescue. Only problem is, she had BOTH members of Scandalous and you've just got the Tru Value versNNGGHHH!”
Lucy sat up and delivered a single swift Overhand Slap to the other brunette's chest! Lenore fell back outta slappin' range so Harker curled that hand into a spade and sought the juncture of her foe's thig-- Lemarchand went from her elbows to her palms in a single violent motion, the Raven getting all the height she could to put even more strain on Harker's rapidly hyper-extending right knee!
“Submit, bitch.” Lenore ordered over the clamor of the crowd. “Submit and I'll let you go so Mina can nurse you back to health. Keep holding on and I'll make sure you're rocking designer crutches at the next T.V. TapOOOWWW!”
Lucy sat up as best she could and jabbed the tip of her right thumb into the other brunette's navel! This lowered Lenore's bridge without breaking the Figure Four, so Lucy leaned forward even farther and sank her left hand into Lemarchand's hair. “You're gonna break this fucking hold, honey.” she explained in the midst of trying to liberate a great patch of her foe's scalp. “And sooner than later you're going to tap out like a little BITCH because you aren't good enough to lick our goddamned bootOOOOHHH FUCKING WHORE!”
Lenore snatched hold of Lucy's left elbow and squeezed like a madwoman to reignite the anguish initially inflicted by the Kimura! Well aware of, yet utterly uninterested in Al Carpenter's increasingly strident calls for a clean break, Lenore wrenched and twisted on Lucy's elbow as she growled, “Scream all the curses you want, shit-bag. All these mean girl antics make it so much more satisfying when you're whining for mercHHRRHHHHH!” Harker yanked down on the hair-hold to bring Lemarchand's head close enough so she could jab a thumb in the Fair & Radiant Maiden's left eye the instant she abandoned the Belly Claw! That finally broke the Figure Four and the brunettes hurried away from one another like they'd been doused in scalding water.
Back on the floor now that her friend was free of that damned submission, Daphne Dufresne asked, “You ok, Luce? Come take a breather on the floor if you need it. I'll make sure she doesn't try anything.”
Lucy, who couldn't seem to decide if her left elbow or right knee should take priority, shook her head furiously 'no'. “I don't fucking think so. That bitch is going to learn respect. She's going to fear my OOOOFFFHHH!”
One had to respect the sheer ferocity and determination of Harker's tone, unfortunately Lenore didn't look too fearful of anything when she rushed over and STOMPED the Scandalous wrestler's ribs! “Fucking cheap-shot taking loser!” Lemarchand barked as she traded her stomps for a few savage kicks to the other brunette's lower back. “None of you can stand on your fucking own! Not! Fucking! One!” She punctuated each word with another Stomp be it to shoulder, flank or hip.
“Get off her you miserable psychopath!” Daphne was back on the apron, her proximity to the ropes immediately drawing Al's attention. “I get that you're fucking jealous, but it's not our fault we're still friends and all of yours abandoned you!”
Lenore started forward only to catch herself.” “Nice try, asshole.” she murmured in the midst of plunging both hands into Lucy's battle-damp hair. “Now get to the back of the line, I'll deal with you once this brat is NNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand got Harker to one knee and no farther because that's when the Californian THUMPED a short, brutal Uppercut between her thighs! Such a brazen Low Blow would've earned a warning or even an outright disqualification if witnessed by an official, unfortunately for the Raven Al's back was to his charges in an effort to deal with Dufresne's attempted interference. He certainly heard the thunderous jeers of the crowd as the shot connected, but all he actually saw when he turned around was Lucy drawing a weakly wriggling Lenore into a tight Small Package that left the former Queen of the Madhouse struggling through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore slipped free with a whisper to spare, the knock-kneed bendy-back flopping over onto her tummy to ensure her continued participation. Beside her, Lucy Harker swiped a tangle of hair off her forehead before training a baleful glare on the lanky official. For a moment it looked like she might go after the poor dope but in the end she shifted focus back to the vulnerable Lady in Waiting. Scraping her nails across Lenore's scalp as she treated herself to a double handful of hair, Harker yanked the brunette to a seat, then cupped one hand over the crown of her skull and the other across her chin.
“You think you're fucking tuff?” Lucy hissed even as she began to twissssssssssssssst Lenore's head. “You're not tuff, you're a fucking poseur! EVERY. OTHER. MEMBER of the Black Court held gold, either as a World or Tag Team Champion. What were you ever champion of, Lenny? A fucking oil pit? Some cheesy ass haunted house bullshit? Answer me, bitch!” Lemarchand couldn't, she was too busy trying to get Harker's mitts off her head and was having precious little success in doing so. The silence only angered Lucy, who wrenched the hold a little harder and compounded her misery by driving a rough knee between her shoulders. “I said answer me!” she demanded. “You want to run your mouth? You better keep it running when I ask important quest--”
“Whuuuhhhh... where's all your gold, Lucy?” Lenore mumbled, her words slurring because her jaw was wedged shut. “Yuuuhhhh... you and Mina both, shouldn't you be multi-time champs by now? Is it just bad luck? Or maybe it's because you've always been a great catty bitch and a piss-poor wrestlNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lucy released half the Neck Wrench (the hand cupping the top of Lenore's head) so she could DRIVE the point of that elbow between the Raven's eyes! “IT'S BECAUSE YOU FUCKED US OVER!” she shrieked at the slumped grappler. “We had those nerds beat and you fucked us over because you're a poor fucking loser! That's all you've ever been. That's all you're ever going to be.” Lucy trailed off for a moment, seeming to consider her words. “I take that back. You haven't yet reached your maximum, or should I say minimum potential. Because by the time we're done with you're gonna be a mangled fucking loser.”
Lemarchand had nothing cogent to say to that which was fine because Harker had already stepped over the seated brunette's right shoulder. She repeated the process on the left side (careful to maintain a double handful of hair so the Raven couldn't flit away) then relinquished the hair-holds to claim her foe's wrists instead. Never one to miss a golden opportunity for mockery, Lucy forced the scrambled battler to hoist a sluggish imitation of her Raven sigil before she let loose and twisted over onto her hands and knees, a move that stretched Lemarchand out flat on her belly. Daphne demanded Harker fuck the meddler up and Lucy wasted no time obliging, she shot up on tiptoe, then dropped to her knees to thunk-thun-thun-THUNK her rival's forehead into the canvas no less than half a dozen times!
One round of such belligerent bludgeoning often sated the Scandalous lovely's basest instincts, but Lenore Lemarchand had been a thorn in their collective sides for far too long which was why Harker began to swish her knees back and forth, all the better to scraaaaaaaaaaaape the Fair & Radiant Maiden's patrician features against the unforgiving canvas. Al had issued a warning near the end of the original punishment, as the second stage neared the ten second mark he'd grown far more insistent. Lucy was in no mood to listen to anything the idiot has to say, yet she wasn't about to let this rat with wings squeak away with a disqualification win so she abruptly rolled to a seat with the Headscissors still secure. In the next instant she hunched forward, hooked an arm around the back of Lenore's right knee and drew it close in a Half Matchbook that put Lemarchand's tail feather on lurid display while Al and the rest of the FAWNatics counted out...
NOSE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lenore didn't actually kick out, instead she balled her left hand into a fist and pounded away at Lucy's right knee until the blonde was forced to abandon her hooks at the last second. “Oh, you stupid, stupid bitch.” Harker hissed through clenched teeth as she clambered to her feet. “You think you're too tuff to keep down?” she snatched hold of Lemarchand's hair and began hauling her upright in fits and starts. “You're gonna wonder why you didn't take a dive fifteen minutes ago when the EMT's are loading you into the ambulance.”
Lenore had the temerity to giggle and Lucy realized she could hate the brunette a little more than she already did. “Sweetie, if they're loading me into an ambulance after this match it's because they couldn't get my boot out of your fat ass without HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Harker smashed another knee between Lenore's shoulders, then hauled her fully upright where she quickly pinned the Raven's arms high overhead with a brawny Full Nelson. Making a point to force Lemarchand's chin deep into the swell of her own modest decolletage, Lucy dipped low and popped her hips to take the flagging brunette up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Dragon Suplex! Lenore landed folded in half and stayed that way because Harker pushed onto tiptoe for a domineering...
DRAGON SUPLEX @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfsEY7LldAs
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Lady in Waiting slipped loose of the Scandalous trap to the delight of everyone on the paying side of the guardrail. Lucy and Daphne on the other hand were less than thrilled and were quick to express their displeasure to one Algernon Carpenter. “What the hell's wrong with you, Carpenter?” Harker snapped. “Throw your shoulder out carrying Jacobs' bags again?” “Or maybe you're in the bird-bitch's pocket?” Daphne sniped from the apron. “That's the only reasonable explanat--”
“You both fucking suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Lenore groaned from her spot on the canvas. “That's the ACTUAL explanation. Neither of you are good enough to beat me on your OOOFFFHH!”
Lucy whipped 'round on one foot, rushed forward and PUNTED the Raven in the belly! “We're all better than you, slut.” Harker purred as she peeled the gagging brunette off the mat. “Mina, Daphne and I, we're so much better than you it doesn't even count as competition if I'm being honest. But since you're stupid enough to need convincing...” Harker helped herself to Lemarchand's wrist, then pivoted so she was pointed toward the corner nearest Dufresne. Without so much as a word she stepped back and went down on one knee, Lucy using every bit of momentum she could muster to send Lenore hurtling chest-first into the top turnbuckle!
The BWUUUNG was something awful, albeit not loud enough to drown out the sympathetic groans of the FAWNatics of the meaty THWHAP when Harker rushed in and crushed her prey with a rough tits on shoulders Avalanche Splash! Lenore's knees buckled but the corner kept her upright which was fine with the Scandalous fighter because it allowed her to reach around and claim Lemarchand's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa.
As for Lenore herself, she caught a glimpse of Daphne mean mugging her from down on the floor so she lashed out with a weak kick that the Seattle Sadist easily avoided. The errant shot put her foot between the top and middle ropes and she wheezed, “Br--” Dufresn
e grabbed her foot and stuffed it back inside, giving Lucy all the leverage she needed to drag Lemarchand out into deep water with the straitjacket strapped tight across her ne-- “Daphne, I swear to god if you put another finger on this ring I'll send you to the back and have them pull your manager's license!” Carpenter snapped, the zebra finally at a breaking point over Dufresne's encroachment.
Daphne only snorted and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, like it actually matters. That scrawny brat's finished and we all know HEY!”
Blessed with a ring IQ possessed by no one else save maybe the Black Queen herself, Lenore suddenly whipped her left leg up and back to DRIVE her heel into the fork of Lucy's crotch with a vicious Mule Kick! The straitjacket pinning her arms in place gave way as Harker's knees legs did the same, indeed she might've crumpled to her knees on the spot if she hadn't managed to drape her arms over Lemarchand's should-- “NNNGGHHHHH!”
The Raven hit her with a SECOND Mule Kick, Lenore serving up some furious retribution for the mugging and humiliation she'd endured at All Hallows Evil. Daphne Dufresne saw both Low Blows but try as she might to explain the situation to that idiot Carpenter, he continued to insist she get down from the apron. “I mean it, Daphne!” he warned. “Take a spot on the floor or head to the locker room right n--”
“Oh for fuck's sake, FINE!” Dufresne snarled in abject rage as she complied with the moron's demand. “Now turn around and watch the fucking match!”
Al did as bade and he turned around just in time to see Lenore draw a penitent Lucy into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter and Lemarchand hoisted her burden ass over teakettle only to charge forward half a dozen steps before dropping to a seat to THWHONK Harker's skull into the deck with a huge Piledriver! Lucy seemed to compress and stretch simultaneously, the gut-shot brunette looking oddly boneless as she bounced up and away from the concussive impact.
“CHEATING BITCH!” an apoplectic Daphne roared as a weary Lenore circled around to get at her foe's legs. “I'LL FUCKING END YOU!”
Lemarchand, who'd regained her feet with Harker's left foot in her possession turned to the Seattle Sadist and flipped her an insolent middle finger. “Wait your turn, cutie.” Thus dismissed, Dufresne could only look on in a rage as Lenore turned her back on the prone brunette and neatly threaded her right leg around the exposed limb. Once that was done she took hold of Lucy's right leg, which she threaded over the tag specialist's left ankle before securing it between her thighs. With those Scandalous stems thoroughly knotted, Lenore hooked her thumbs together in the Raven sigil and raised it over her head for all the Unkindness to see and cheer. On the wings of their raucous response she spun down onto her tush and put one hand against the mat for support while the other cupped the toe of Lucy's boot and puuuuuuuuuuuushed as hard as she could!
TELLTALE LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tub7xwpZGxo
“AAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Lucy shot up on her hands, then collapsed to her chest with both hands digging into her own hair to spread the anguish of the Telltale Leglock.
“You're done, honey!” Lenore promised as she thrust her hips and jounced her legs to put even more strain on Lucy's knees. “So go ahead and submit while you can still leave under your own power!”
“Ignore her, Luce!” Daphne had changed her position to lock eyes with her suffering cohort. “Your legs are stronger than hers! Grit your teeth and crawl over--”
“RRRRRGGGHHHHHHH BITCH!” Harker reached a straining hand toward the ropes only to pound a fist to the mat when Lenore started rolling her ankle.
“She doesn't know what she's talking about, Harker.” Lemarchand teased. “That whiny bitch was heartbeats from tapping out when you and Mina saved her ass. She knew then and there that her legs weren't stronger than mine and now you know yours aren't either!”
“FUCK YOU!” Harker gouged her elbows into the deck, pushed up and started to army crawl toward Daphne. “I'M STRONGER THAN YOU'LL EVER OOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD DAMMIT YOU BITCH!”
Lenore let loose of Lucy's foot, pressed that hand to the struggling curve of her buns and secured a ferocious claw to the Californian's undercarriage! “That's right, cutie.” Lemarchand huffed. “I'm the meanest bitch you'll ever meet, so show me the proper deference and-- yeah, that's it! Tap out, loser!”
Lucy paddled the mat until Carpenter called for the bell, whereupon Lenore delivered a single vicious forget me not SLAP to those defenseless buns before she disengaged from the Leglock and barrel-rolled under the bottom rope just as Daphne was sliding in on the opposite side.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called, “your winner via submission... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Denied the center of the squared circle, the next best place for a victrix to celebrate was the foot of the ramp, yet the Fair & Radiant Maiden eschewed this spot in favor of vaulting over the guardrail on the side of the hard camera. Happy to exchange high fives with the surprised FAWNatics, Lenore winded her way back through several rows and didn't turn around until she occupied what felt like a safe, or at least defensible position. What might've been judged as overly cautious only moments ago now looked remarkably prescient as now there were three where there had previously been two, Mina Murray having appeared with a swiftness that suggested she was far closer to the action that the Raven would have liked.
“That's right, you better run, bitch!” Daphne shouted to Lemarchand as she crowded the ropes alongside the Scandalous blonde. “We get our hands on you and you're fucking finished!”
Lenore blew Daphne a taunting kiss before she raised a defiant index finger. “One down, ladies! Which of you is next? You actually have the guts for a rematch, Dufresne? Or are you going to let Mina this ass kicking?”
Dufresne snarled and actually started through the ropes only to stop when Mina put an arm across her chest. “Doesn't matter who's next.” Murray told the brunette. “You think we're content to beat the shit out of you just one more time? Honey, we're gonna run a three woman parade up and down your fucking face.”
Lenore had been smiling, but the expression faded in response to Murray's icy threat. “Lucy's not going to be walking anywhere without crutches if you don't get her to the medics sooner than later. I submitted her. I'll submit you too, Mina. You and Harker can watch me finish Daphne from the sidelines.”
“The fuck you will!” Daphne bellowed at the Raven. “You want more of what I gave you at AHE? You got it!”
Lemarchand smiled, nodded her approval. “Train her up, Mina.” she advised while raising that ebon-winged sigil overhead. “Otherwise you're Wicked's last hope.”
Murray answered with a bird of her own but Lenore didn't see it, she'd already turned around and disappeared into the throng. Daphne cursed, kicked the ropes, then turned away to bark at the medic checking Lucy's knee while Mina kept watch on the crowd. She had no doubt the Seattle Sadist would put Lemarchand down the next time they crossed paths, she just hoped the brat had enough left to get up for one more beating after it was over. And if she didn't? Mina would be happy to obliterate her on the ground.