Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2023 17:45:15 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first--”
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the woman who now stood center stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Mina Murray and representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist hoisting the 'W' sigil that was their hallmark. For tonight's sequel to the gratuitous show of dominance they'd unleashed at the Madhouse last year, Daphne wore a dark green two-piece with thin white trim along the waistband, leg-holes and cups. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black. Beside her, the blonde half of Scandalous sported faded low-rise denim and a classic white tank-top, Mina all blue eyes and malicious smile as she leaned in to murmur something in Daphne's ear.
MINA MURRAY:
Lucy Harker was not in evidence, though this was no real surprise considering the legalese end-run horseshit their opposition had pulled during their last encounter. Sure, Lucy and Mina could have earned individual manager's licenses, but they weren't about to jump through any of the Raven's hoops, not even if it meant sacrificing 3-1 odds for a paltry 2-1 advantage.
Eager to finish the work that'd only been stalled by Lemarchand's victory over Lucy back in the spring, Dufresne and Harker headed down the aisle in the same hip-swiveling lockstep that Scandalous had perfected during their decade of terrorizing the Tag Team division. Breaking into a sprint only when she was safely clear of the outstretched, Cheeto-stained fingers of the undeserving throng, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought her down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly wicked smirk, Daphne moved to the far corner to exchange some last words with Mina while Al Carpenter gamely tried to inspect her pads and boots.
The duplicitous duo were still quite preoccupied plotting new atrocities when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the thirteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Brushing through the curtain at the sound of her name, 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 toward the squared circle intent on finally hanging a loss on the woman who'd humiliated her in the Madhouse last fall.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight's vengeance the bendy-backed brunette 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 knee-pads 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 overhead, all while keeping her eyes locked on Daphne. Dｲ and Mina responded with birds of their own, so Lemarchand skipped off the top and landed in the middle of the ring with her arms spread wide. Dufresne sneered and started forward to prompt an identical reaction from her rival, unfortunately for fans of pre-bell hi-jinks, Murray put a hand on Dufresne's shoulder and Al blocked the Raven's path until both ladies retreated to await the opening bell.
No late strategy session between Mina and Daphne in the seconds prior to the clanging bell, indeed Dufresne seemingly hadn't taken eyes off her adversary from the moment the Raven flitted through the curtain. Not that the staring contest was one way, mind you. Lemarchand was just as focused on Dufresne as Daphne was on her, with the disdain between the two brunettes almost palpable enough to crowd poor Al Carpenter from the squared circle. But give the lanky zebra credit, he held his ground as the grapplers closed on one another, though it didn't take a particularly astute observer to note the large backward step he took to give his charges their space and to (presumably) ensure his safety.
Daphne and Lenore noted none of this, they merely pushed off their respective buckles and made for the center of the squared circle with quick, expectant footsteps that grew all the quicker as they moved into—'Ooooooohhhhhh!' from the Slaybor Day crowd when Dufresne raised her right hand, pressed it to her rival's cheek and put her head on a swivel with an aggressive pie-face!
“That's what you can expect all night, shit-bird.” Daphne sneered in Lemarchand's ear to guarantee her words weren't lost among the roar of those assembled. “You thought you were embarrassed the last time we shared a ring? That was just a warm-up for the thirty minute Dog Walk you're taking toniNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand answered with a pie-face of her own, the Fair & Radiant Maiden making a point to really scuff the heel of her palm across the other brunette's lips. And unlike Daphne, who'd paused after her initial salvo to explain what came next, Lenore doubled, then tripled down on her opening statement with two more neck-wrenching pie-faces! The third actually managed to bloody the Wicked lass' lower lip, a development that narrowed Dufresne's eyes to dark, hateful slots.
“Bitch.” she dabbed at the small wound with the tip of her tongue. “You think a little blood is going to stop--” CRACK!
Lemarchand tagged her with a Bitch Slap and while her lips remained a thin, pale line, there was no missing the vicious joy stamped on the rest of her face.
Bellowing with rage as the shot spread unpleasant warmth throughout one cheek, Daphne rocked her opponent back on her heels with a big two-handed shove, then grabbed a massive handful of Lenore's dark hair and wrenched her head to one side so she could deliver three Bitch Slaps of her own, crack-crack-CRAAACK!
Those echoes were still rattling around the nosebleed seats when Dufresne shaped her slappin' hand into a clamp she affixed to Lenore's mug to secure a humiliating fish-face! “Who do you think you are?” Daphne snarled in her foe's face. “Do you think you can disrespect me and not get the shit kicked out of you for AAARRRRRRHHHHHHH BIDGE!”
More than happy to meet Dufresne's roughhousing with some of her own, Lemarchand 'smecked' both hands against Daphne's ears in an impromptu Bell Ringer, but then she made it infinitely worse by pressing her thumbs into the opposing bendy-back's eyelids! Whipping Dufresne's noggin from side to side a few times to break the grip on her face, Lemarchand reeled the other brunette in close for a forehead on forehead grind and hissed, “Do whatever you think will help you survive, cutie. I'm here to show you that your best just doesn't measure upRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Daph used her remaining hair-hold to yank Lenore's head backward at an awkward angle. In the next instant she crooked her free hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged them across Lemarchand's eyes! The sensation was hardly pleasant, but the Raven had sensed the attack coming the instant Dufresne yanked her ponytail and she shut her eyes tight half a heartbeat before the scoring began!
“Hey, c'mon now!” the ref got a hand on each tummy and tried to prize the brunettes apart with no notable success. “You two are better than this, give me a clean break right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Both ladies relinquished their illicit grips, though neither would've ceded more than a half step if not for the interposing official. “Blame this coward.” Lemarchand huffed as she jabbed an accusing finger at Dufresne. “If she wanted to fight like this she could've challenged me to a penthouse bout, but then she wouldn't have Mina lurking in the shadows to save your AAAIIIEEEEEEE FAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Daphne grabbed hold of Lenore's proffered hand and forearm, stretched the limb out full length and promptly sank her teeth into the Raven's exposed wrist! Eyes alight with vicious pleasure despite the boos of the crowd and the warning of the referee, Dufresne nibbled and gnawed until 'THREE!' on Carpenter's count. It would've been 'FOUR!' if Lemarchand hadn't latched onto her attacker's left thumb and bent it backward until D² was forced to abandon her grip!
Hissing with relief as Daphne stopped gnawing, Lenore tightened her own hold and swung around behind the other brunette and forced the captured limb up between Dufresne's shoulders in a snug Hammerlock. Halving the Wristlock so she could cup Daphne's elbow to put even more strain on the simple hold, Lemarchand let her foe go up on tiptoe only to lean in and chomp down on the meat of Daphne's left shoulder!
“FUCKING BITCH!” Dufresne howled in anger and pain and fired a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, but it struck nothing but open air with the Raven hunkered in so close.
“She's biting, Carpenter.” Mina snapped from her place on the outside. “Do something about it, or I'll do it for you!”
Al almost snapped a response at the blonde before deciding there were better ways to waste his breath. A mere warning would've been even less effective so the official simply cleared his throat and barked, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Lemarchand yelped and stumbled away from the Gatecrasher when Daphne raised a foot and brought that heel SMASHING down on her right foot! Weight still planted on her left foot, Dufresne leaned forward and lashed out with her right leg for a Back Kick that THWHAPPED into the pit of Lenore's stomach! The Fair & Radiant Maiden doubled over and might've sank to one knee if Daphne hadn't pounced and snared her in a Front Facelock. Yoking up hard enough to transform the predicament into a near Guillotine Choke, Dufresne delivered several hard Overhand Forearm Smashes to her rival's lower back, then crooked that hand into a spade and raaaaaaaaaaaked the Courtier's backside over and over before hooking onto her waistband and pulling the purple lycra up in a truly scandalous wedgie! Lenore squealed and shot up on tiptoe, the fluttering Raven pounding short, ineffectual punches into her tormentor's flanks. Daphne soaked them up and continued to pull on the wedgie, jostling the distended material back and forth as she used it like a makeshift handle to swing the other brunette's backside toward the hard camera.
“You should see all the phones going off, shit-bird.” Dufresne snickered. “Either there's a whole lotta losers with a flat ass kink OR they just love seeing you humiliatHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Never one to suffer such treatment without charging a very high price, Lemarchand slipped her fingertips into the leg-holes of those dark green briefs and put the Wicked brunette up on tiptoe with a retaliatory wedgie! Smiling despite the sting and burn of her own distended togs, Lenore used her grip to swing the both of 'em in a half circle that put Daph's backside to the hard camera and earned another round of raucous cheers that D² didn't enjoy nearly as much!
“Just what I'd expect from a two-bit hack.” Daphne relinquished her own grip so she could flatten that hand into a paddle and SWAT Lenore's glutes over and over again. “First you ripped off Emily and when that didn't work you turned your attention to meEWHOAHNNNNGGGHHH!”
Loathe as she was to abandon a wedgie, Lemarchand did so to hook her arms around Dufresne's upper thighs instead. In the next instant she muscled the startled brunette up and then dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Daphne onto the deck with something that was either a really enthusiastic Double Leg Takedown or a sawed-off Spinebuster. Whatever you called it, the impact left Dufresne swaddling the back of her head until Lenore snatched hold of both wrists and yanked her arms up high overhead! Knees gouging deep into Daphne's flanks to ride out the other brunette's efforts to buck her off, Lemarchand bashed her rival's hands against the canvas until she could cross one wrist over the other and control them with one hand. A single brisk slap got the immediate 'how could you!' indignation she so wanted from Dufresne, but rather than repeat the tactic Lenore leaned in close and braced her left forearm under Daphne's chin.
“Call out for Mina,” the Raven growled as she began to put unpleasant pressure on the other wrestler's jaw. “I know you want to, might as well get it out of the way before you start bawling.”
“She doesn't need me to help kick that narrow ass up between your shoulders, beeyotch.” Murray replied in Daphne's stead. “But if you don't stop choking her I might just do it on general principle.”
Lenore only pressed down a little harder as she turned her attention to the Scandalous blonde. “First off, this isn't a choke. Just a particularly effective way to shut her whiny little mouth. Second, why don't you fucking do it then, Meens? Is it because you're worried I'll kick your ass like I did Lucy's? Or maybe you just like getting bossed around by strong-willed brunettes. That's it, isn't it? That's the only reason I can think of as to why you'd let Harker and this idiot take poi--”
Murray actually grabbed the top rope and put a knee on the apron, but she didn't go any farther when she realized Al had clocked the encroachment. Gritting her teeth as she returned to the floor, Mina murmured, “I'm going to kick your fucking face in one day, shit-bird.” then to Al. “She's STILL choking her! How many times am I gonna have to tell you to do your job?”
Al, who'd been keeping an eye on Dufresne's feet along with Lemarchand's arm to confirm that there was in fact no choke, would've explained this to Mina if Lenore hadn't abruptly shifted over to gaudy grip around Daphne's throat and started to squeeze! “See, now I'm choking her!” the Fair & Radiant Maiden chirped as Dufresne rasped and beat her heels against the canvas.
Carpenter didn't bother with an order, he went straight to the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lenore abandoned the Stranglehold to double down on her wrist control. In the same instant she threaded her legs beneath Daphne's stems and wrenched them apart in a Double Leg Grapevine that made the Seattle Sadist squeal in humiliated indignation when Lemarchand leaned in and pressed her pert bust to those upturned features! Arguably this shift in offense counted as a choke as well, yet it was one looked upon with great lenience by FAWN's officiating staff, especially when a wrestler's shoulders were down for the...
ONE....
TWO...
Dufresne bridged hard enough to almost tip the brunettes onto their sides, but Lenore shifted her weight at just the right moment and came crashing down on the Gatecrasher's tummy with an audible 'SMECK!' “Grandstanding bitch!” Daphne bared her teeth, daring the Raven to try another Front Sleeper. “Don't you remember what happens every time you try to humiliate MMMRRRPPHH!”
D² barely noted the flash of fury in her rival's eyes because Lenore immediately broke the Grapevine so she could slide into a snug seat atop Dufresne's face! Bringing her thighs together to completely cover her opponent's features, Lenore hooked her thumbs against one another and hoisted the raven sigil high overhead much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust if Mina Murray. As usual, Al remained safely neutral. Once he'd confirmed Daphne's shoulders were flush to the canvas he counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
Dufresne planted her heels and bridged hard enough to toss Lenore forward onto her hands and knees with a full second to spare! Skidding out from beneath the mount as soon as she could draw an unfiltered breath, Daphne tumbled over onto her stomach and scooted backward until she felt one foot draped over the bottom rope. As for Lenore, she rolled to one knee and quickly 'flicked' her togs into place all while keeping a careful eye on her Wicked rival. “You can keep up the tricks and mind games all night, bitch.” Dufresne grumbled as she rose to her full height. “But we both know you'll be the one screaming for an out once it actually comes down to an exchange of holds.”
Lenore arched a questioning eyebrow as she joined her opponent a moment thereafter. “You want to wrestle now, Daphne?” she lifted her hands to shoulder-level in a loose but expectant grappler's crouch. We can lock up whenever you're ready. Just know that I won't let go until I'm satisfied.”
Daphne smirked, raised her hands and beckoned the Courtier forward. “Then prepare for disappointment, shit-bird. Because you're about to leave this ring VERY unsatisf--”
Lenore lunged in to secure the Collar & Elbow and Dufresne did too, but this proved to be a feint as she flicked out both hands to secure a stereo pincer-grip through the thin lycra of Lemarchand's top! Yowling with surprise and pain when D² twisted her wrists in opposite directions, the Raven mirrored Daphne's grasp and twisted just as hard. Dufresne growled and gave the other brunette's modest bounty an awful tug before resuming the terrible twist. “Thuuu... thought you wanted to wrestle.” Lemarchand groaned as she matched the other bendy-back's offense with similar eye watering tactics.
“Oh.... I do.” the Seattle Sadist's response was high and breathless, a concentrated effort to downplay the efficacy of Lenore's talons as the two of them stamped around in an awkward little circle. “I just want to make sure you're primed and ready to sob before I OOFFFHH!”
Lemarchand planted on her left foot and THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift up across Dufresne's tummy! She'd hoped the shot would force Daphne to abandon the grip on her girls, but the Wicked warrior only bared her teeth and fired back with a Kneelift of her own! Lenore grunted, pinched a little harder and prepared for a second Kneeli—“OOOOFFFFFH!” Daphne beat her to it, then piled onto her lead by STAMPING down on the Raven's toes! Lemarchand didn't actually give up her own pincers, but they loosened to the point of uselessness and the Gatecrasher swatted them away as soon as she'd freed her own hands. Didn't stay unoccupied for long of course, the green-clad battler swiftly dropped into a crouch and hooked her arms around Lenore's knees so she could topple her to the deck with a single timely YANK!
Knotting her hands the instant she'd trapped Lenore's boots beneath her armpits, Dufresne yanked the Courtier up on the back of her shoulders, then flipped her onto her stomach and stepped over in the same motion, Daphne sitting down DEEP to put ungodly pressure on her foe's lower back courtesy of the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Roxp1kN32WY
“Tap out, shit-bird!” Daphne bounced to emphasize each word, the cruel technician making a point to SLAM the slim, medicine ball curve of her glutes into the hollow of Lemarchand's back. “Start tapping that mat before those hollow bones start to pop!” She sat a little deeper and scrubbed her tush back and forth atop Lenore's to better illustrate the veracity of this threat.
“What do you say, Lenore?” Al asked after several seconds of pained silence. “If you need to tap out, just say the word and--”
“Don't you DARE let her nod her way out of this!” Dufresne snapped without actually looking in the official's direction. “I wanna hear that little brad ADMIT she realizes she's in over her heeaOOOOWWW HAIR! HAIR!”
The Crab was sunk in far too snug for Lemarchand to simply wriggle her way out, yet she managed to make Daphne's seat considerably more uncomfortable by shifting onto her left side and reaching back with her right hand to snatch hold of the Wicked wrestler's long dark locks! “Do YOU quit?” Lenore sneered even as Al and Mina warned her about the brazen infraction. “Do you quit, loser?” A defiantly valiant response to the agonizing hold, yet one destined to cause more problems than it solved as she was forced to abandon her grip by 'FOUR!' and D² immediately made her pay by leeeeeaaaaaning back that much farther! “AAAAARRRRHHHH GAAAAAHHHHD!” Lenore buried both hands in her hair and pulled as hard as she could to spread out the pain.
“Not so fucking tuff now, are you?” Dufresne hissed through clenched teeth. “Not fuckin' tuff at all, just another bitch sobbing into her elbow while she's tapping the mat as fast as--”
A sneer from Daphne and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Lenore suddenly pushed up onto her forearms! Shaking her head 'no, no, no!' so Al would just get the hell out of her way, the Raven clambered and dragged the both of them toward the ropes at an agonizingly slow pace that was still far too quick for Dufresne's liking. The Gatecrasher never tried to stop her rival however. Rather she focused on making every inch gained as costly as humanly possible.
Elsewhere, Mina Murray had positioned herself on the floor just outside where Lenore was headed and made a show of hooking an index finger over the bottom strand. “Come and get it, nerd.” she purred. “You DO want out, right? You're not just going to give up and start bawling for everyone to--”
Lenore surged forward, reached out a hand and could've grabbed the rubber-coated steel but only gave it a hard swat instead. The audible TWANG caused Murray to take a half step back, though she was still smirking up until the moment Lenore clapped a hand to her eye and wailed, “OHHH MY EYE, YOU BITCH!”
Al turned his attention from his charges to Mina and the quivering rope combined with the surprised disgust on the blonde's face made Lemarchand's ruse effectively perfect. Seeing the stern disapproval on the official's face, Murray raised her hands in protest and said, “She's fucking lying, Al! I didn't put a hand on--”
“That's ONE, Mina.” Carpenter interrupted. “And that's the only one you're getting tonight. Understood?”
Seething at the bent Raven (who had actually grabbed hold of the bottom rope by now), Mina Murray rolled her shoulders and murmured, “I hope she breaks your goddamned back.”
“It'll have to be her.” Lenore huffed. “Lord knows you and Lucy can't get the job doNUFFHH!”
Daphne rose almost to her full height, then dropped right back down to THUMP the other brunette's aching lower back with a heavy Butt Bomb! More than happy to spit on the sanctity of the rope break, the Seattle Sadist straightened up and tromped back to the middle of the ring with Lenore cursing and Mina looking more than a little satisfied.
“Oh, did you think you were getting out?” Dufresne teased as she settled in deep again. “You're not getting out until I hear a fuck-ton more screaming. But if you're starting to get bored with the view...” Daphne unlocked her hands (being careful to ensure Lemarchand's shins remained snug in her armpits) and reached down to snatch hold of the other brunette's wrists.
Nodding 'yes, yes, yes!' even as Lenore babbled, “NO!” Dufresne stood up straight and yanked her burden off the canvas in an awful 'D' shape, the whole of Lenore's flexible frame bent by the Reverse Pendulum Swing!
REVERSE PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=acZlAARxvyM
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaassssk her!” D² teased in an obnoxious singsong voice as she rocked the Raven back and forth. “I wanna know if she's gonna quit before or after I make her cry!”
Carpenter knelt down beside the action, though he maintained just enough distance to remain out of reach if Daphne decided to swing the Pendulum even harder. “What do you say, Lenore?” he asked. “Say the word and I'll--”
“Fuck that.” Lemarchand gasped. “It'll take more than this shitty technique and Mina's shitty press-on nails in my eye to get a submisNNNNGGGHH!”
Dufresne yanked her burden up as high as she could, then let go to drop Lenore on the canvas with an audible THUMP! Snorting with derision as the other brunette writhed on the mat, Daphne hooked the toe of one boot under her foe's hip and turned her onto her back. The Fair & Radiant Maiden knew this did not bode well, alas her senses were still too scrambled to muster a useful defense before Dufresne dipped down and leapt high into the air! Knees raised to chest-level, the limber brunette kicked down as soon as she started to descend, her pitiless Mushroom Stomp THWHAPPING Lenore's fluttering chest! Lemarchand's legs kicked up on impact and she shuddered from end to end, but damned if D² didn't stretch her arms out to maintain her perch despite the Raven's wriggling. Unconventional though it was, the arrangement still counted as a pin and Al was already close by so he was quick to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Daphne skipped clear of her own volition, the Wicked warrior landing with a foot on either side of Lenore's chest. Soon as she touched down she was off again, Dufresne getting some impressive height on her vertical leap. Those dangerous legs came up once more, only now they were both kicked forward, all the better to concentrate Daph's hundred and thirty-plus pounds into the Butt Bomb she SMASHED against Lenore's sternum! Her landing caused another leggy spasm and the Gatecrasher helped herself to both stems, greedily stuffing Lemarchand's thighs beneath her armpits even as she slid back and settled those chest-crushing cheeks atop the Courtier's forehead in a Reverse Face Sit! “FINISHED!” Dufresne proclaimed for all to hear while she leaned back on the cover and delivered a brisk spanking to Lenore's buns while the ref counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand got her hands against the other brunette's squirming buns and shoved hard enough to topple her off with half a second to spare! “That was three, Carpenter!” Murray complained over the roars of the crowd. “Does Allard know you like watching his girl get beat up?”
“Don't worry about it, Meens.” Daphne was all smiles as she scraped Lenore off the mat with a handful of togs and tresses. “She's already finished, now I'm just running up the score.”
The Scandalous blonde thought that was more than acceptable, so she supported her friend with some enthusiastic clapping while Dufresne thrust her head beneath Lemarchand's left bicep and coiled her right arm around the other brunette's midsection. In the next instant she muscled the Raven up onto her shoulder, the bendy-back's long legs kicking up high enough to put her glutes on display for those assembled. On another night Daphne would've turned to all four sides of the ring to better display her prey, tonight she swung Lemarchand back down and simply let her drop into a short free-fall that culminated in a THAWHAMMING tailbone on canvas impact!
Lenore threw back her head and wailed in a silent shriek, both hands flying to her thrumming tush. She was still trying to massage away the worst of the ache when the Gatecrasher threw herself into the ropes in front of the Raven and bounced out at a dead sprint! No more than three steps later she went low and sprang off her back (right) foot, Daphne bringing her left arm up and around for an Alpha Strike that'd cave in her rival's jawNO!
Lemarchand didn't have time to twist out of the way, so she threw herself backward against the deck! With nothing to slow her momentum, Dufresne SLAMMED shoulder-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood and rolled to within easy reach of the ropes, though her attention was wholly focused on her aching left arm. Clearly displeased by this turn of events, Mina hurried over to that side of the ring and slapped the apron with both hands. Over here, Daph.” she called. “You need a minute to catch your breath.” The Seattle Sadist didn't look Mina's way, but she nodded and began to roll toward the strands. She'd just cleared the bottom rope when Lenore rushed in at top speed and went low, the Raven's boot heels THWHAPPING against the small of Dufresne's back in a Baseball Slide Dropkick! The unexpected and entirely unnecessary boost sent Daphne shooting out of the squared circle in a sort of low-flying Crossbody, one that caught Mina flush across the chest and bowled her over much to the delight of everyone celebrating Slaybor Day Weekend!
With two thirds of Wicked piled up on the arena floor, Lenore took a moment to catch her breath before drawing back into the squared circle where she used the ropes to return to verticality. Holding onto the top rope even after the deed was done, Lemarchand glared down at her sprawled opposition and demanded, “Get up! C'mon sweeties, you're so fuckin' tuff, get up and keep fighting!”
Daphne, who'd only rolled clear of Mina a moment prior, made it to one knee and flipped the Raven off without actually glancing in her direction. As for Murray, she patted Dufresne's shoulder, then clamped down and pushed off to get back to her feet. One hand stretched down for Daphne, Mina pointed the other at Lenore and barked, “Keep her back, Carpenter! Scrawny little nerd's just putting on a show, she knows we'll RUIN her if she sets foot out--” The Fair & Radiant Maiden vaulted up and over in gorgeous corkscrew spin that only came to a stop when she collided with her rivals and THWHUMPED them right back to the thinly-padded floor!
SLINGSHOT CORKSCREW PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjrfiJ5BDUg
Tumbling clear of the flattened pair like a particularly nimble steam roller, Lenore popped to her feet and stormed over to the guardrail where she raised the raven sigil for all to see! Delighted by the thousands of 'birds' that joined her flight, the resurgent brunette strode back to Dufresne and scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair that she quickly halved to take command of the other wrestler's waistband. “Someone will be with you shortly.” Lenore huffed even as she tugged Daphne's trunks far harder than actually necessary. “I just have to take out the trash.” Given the animosity between the brunettes one could be forgiven for thinking such snark would've been a precursor to Lemarchand hurling her rival into fans, but no, she only whipped around through a half circle before slinging D² under the bottom rope.
“Keep an eye on her!” Lenore pointed to Dufresne as she spoke to Carpenter and advanced on Murray. “She's the sneakiest brat I've ever met!”
Al did turn his attention to the Gatecrasher so Lemarchand used the opportunity to catch a massive double fistful of Mina's blonde locks! Yanking the woozy Californian to her knees, Lenore raised her left foot and pressed the laces of that boot against one side of Murray's mug. “A kiss to keep warm 'til it's your turn, Meens.” Lemarchand stamped down as hard as she could to scrrraaaaaaape Mina's cheek in particularly nasty fashion!
The blonde hissed and pulled away so Lenore made a show of brushing her hands clean before turning around and diving back into the ri—Mina lunged after her and snatched hold of the Raven's left ankle! Lemarchand knew what was coming and didn't even try to stop it, rather she raised her voice and snapped, “Bitch, let me go!”
Of course Murray didn't obey, she took a big step back and yanked as hard as she could to drag the Courtier back out to the floor where she promptly peppered Lemarchand's forehead with quick, mean punches! Her shots landed true and they were far from pleasant, alas Mina's retaliation happened in full view of Al Carpenter, who'd shifted her focus the moment he heard Lenore shout. “Enough Mina! That's ENOUGH!” the zebra stormed over to shout down from on high. “You're done! Get to the back now or I throw this whole thing out!”
Murray stopped throwing hands and looked up with wide, incredulous eyes! “Are you shitting me? She STARTED ITTTNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Lenore dropped a shoulder, wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and churned forward until she BWANGED spine-first into the steel guardrail! Straightening up even as Mina crumpled to her haunches, Lenore paused long enough to plant a single kiss in the center of the Scandalous beauty's forehead. “Enjoy the view from the locker room, Meens.” she cooed. “We'll dance soon, just the two of us.” She pushed up and backed off while Mina watched from her haunches with pale, hating eyes.
“You better hope she finishes this tonight.” Murray murmured when she was back on her feet. “Because if I get my shot--”
Roars of concern from those assembled when Daphne crowded the strands and reached over to snatch hold of the Raven's dark tresses! “Why're ya still talking to her?” the Seattle Sadist giggled as she tried to denude Lemarchand's scalp. “You keep looking at my friends and I just might get jealous!”
One foot braced against the bottom rope for leverage, Daphne gathered her strength and earned some grudging admiration from the FAWNatics when she hair-hauled Lenore from the floor to the apron in a single smooth motion! Lemarchand had just set her heels on the edge when she crooked her right arm around the back of Daphne's head and pulled her chin tight against that shoulder. From there she stepped off and returned to the floor to TWAAAANG Dufresne's windpipe against the rubber-coated steel!
Daphne's head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the Wicked lovely launched off her feet to land flat on her back in the middle of the ring with both hands pressed to her throat and both heels beating against the canvas. As for Lenore, she skipped onto the apron and took hold of the top rope but advanced no farther until she'd watched Mina Murray retreat through the curtains at the top of the ramp. Even then the Courtier kept her head on a swivel on the not so off-chance that Lucy Harker might materialize from the shadows. It wasn't until Dufresne struggled to one knee that Lemarchand honed in entirely on her opponent for the evening. Drawing back as far as the rubber-coated steel would allow, Lenore waited for D² to rise and when she did the purple-clad battler took to the skies in a gorgeous leap that set her on the top rope. Not that she stayed there for long, mind. No sooner had the Raven touched down did she take flight again, Lenore dive-bombing down on Dufresne with her right arm outstretched for a Springboard Clothesline that THWHAPPED across her opponent's chest!
SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPCYQCXJZfE
Daphne went down in a heap and Lemarchand promptly covered her, not in the standard Crossbody atop the chest, but a much higher application, one that saw the bendy-back's washboard abs mashed firmly into her rival's face! Such an arrangement meant she wasn't in position to hook a leg so she secured a two-handed grip on the flattened brunette's right wrist to keep her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR—“OOWWW!”
Lenore yelped and scurried away from the cover of her own volition, one hand pressed to the angry pink welt that now marked her previously unblemished belly. “Desperate bitch.” she growled at the Seattle Sadist as Daphne wiped tummy sweat off her face. “Should've known you'd go feral the instant we were one on one.”
Dufresne spat, wiped a hand across her face and stood up with a sneer. “Get it through that pea brain of yours, shit-bird. I don't need them to beat you. You're what exasperated parents mean when they tell their stupid kids they've got Daphne Dufresne at home.”
Lenore snorted as they began to close in on one another. “At home is exactly where you're gonna be when this is over, asshole. Not that I have to put you on the shelf, you just won't have the fucking guts to show your face around he--”
Lemarchand drew back and twisted to one side as Daphne exploded forward with a European Uppercut that would've split the Raven's chin if not for the timely evasion. Catching hold of Dufresne's waistband in the brief moment she had the other wrestler's back, the Fair & Radiant Maiden reeled Daphne in and lunged forward while simultaneously SMACKING a Broadside Kneelift across the small of her foe's back! Dufresne cried out and stumbled forward, but retained enough presence of mind to THWHAP a Back Elbow into Lemarchand's chin when the other brunette tried to deliver a second shot. Rounding on her adversary the instant she was clear, Daph hooked an arm over the back of Lenore's noggin, pulled her head down and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut offa the Raven's chin! Lenore rocked back on her heels but couldn't get clear of Dufresne's reach before the Gatecrasher snatched another handful of hair and shook Lemarchand's noggin like a terrier shaking a rat!
The roughhousing earned a warning from Al, not that Daphne paid it much attention. She'd already abandoned that grip for another controlling clasp across the back of Lenore's neck, all the better to draw her down for a second European Upper—“AAARRRHHH BITCH!” Dufresne wailed in surprised dismay when Lemarchand caught her 'cuttin arm at the wrist and elbow and BIT down on her forearm as hard as she could!
“No biting, Lenore! Knock it off! ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
Lenore tossed her opponent's arm away and promptly STOMPED on Daphne's left foot when the other brunette pulled the stinging limb close to her chest! With Dufresne folded over after the rude stomp, Lemarchand lined up her shot and carefully drilled the point of one elbow into the base of her rival's skull! D² straightened up and turned away so Lenore lunged after her and slapped on a Waistlock. Knotted fists digging into Daphne's flat tummy, the Raven delivered a taunting smooch to the Wicked warrior's shoulder, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to THAWHUMP Daphne down on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous German Suplex!
Her bridge was perfect as ever, but rather than maintain it she rolled onto her knees to flip Dufresne over onto her butt. Relinquishing the Waistlock so she could grab a double handful of Daphne's hair after she'd returned to verticality, Lenore yanked the seated brunette's head back at an awkward angle, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to drill the padded joint into the nape of her opponent's neck. D² cringed and reached back to scrabble at Lemarchand's wrists, but she put a stop to that by treating Dufresne's noggin to a good hard shake.
“HAIR!” the green-clad battler growled through clenched teeth. “Bitch has got hold of my haiRRGH!” Lemarchand stood tall, went up on tiptoe again and repeated the Knee Drop to the back of her foe's skull.
“Hands out of her hair, Lenore.” Carpenter warned even as the Fair & Radiant Maiden rose again. “You can do better than that.”
“Sounds like a challenge, Algernon.” Lenore switched from the illicit grip to one that palmed the top of the other brunette's head while still putting pressure on her neck. “You know how much I love a challenge.”
“The fuck you do.” Dufresne had clamped down on the Raven's wrists and was gouging away in an effort to free herself. “You're the most Easy Mode loving bitch I've ever met in my lifNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand rocked Dufresne's noggin with the hardest knee yet, then laced her hands across the struggling woman's chin and puuuuuuuuulled back so far she was forced to sneer up into the overhead lights. “Do you even listen to yourself?” Lenore huffed after several seconds of working the simple hold. “You're helpless without back-up, and not just one bitch, you've got TWO keeping an eye on you at all timesssrrrrggghhhhh!”
Daphne was still clawing and scratching at Lemarchand's wrists, but she halved her efforts so she could reach back and catch an awkward handful of the bendy-back's long dark locks. “Lucy and Mina aren't back-up, fuck-head. They're my friends. You might know what it's like to have a friend if you weren't such an insufferable piece of shiTTNNNHHH!”
Lenore pulled her right hand away from Dufresne's jaw, flattened it into a paddle and delivered a single hard overhand SLAP to the struggling wrestler's right breast! The shot was more startling than painful, yet it gave Lemarchand the opportunity she needed to hook three fingers into each side of Daphne's mouth to make the Chinlock all the more unbearable! “If those assholes were actually your friends, they'd train you up so you can handle me yourself, not sit back in the shadows and take cheap shots whenever you get in trouble.” the Raven snapped. “They're crutches and you're a freakin' lame-ass who wants all the glory without any of the hard woOOOOWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Much as she loathed Lenore's talons gouging at her cheeks, Daphne endured the pain long enough to grip her tormentor's left wrist in both hands. Wrenching that hook away with a single violent tug, she immediately twisted her head to the right and chomped down on the remaining digits! Finally able to twist offa her butt onto one knee, the Seattle Sadist kept on with the nefarious gnawing as she clambered to her fee—“HHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Dufresne was halfway to boot-leather when Lenore leaned in from behind and gouged the point of her chin into Daphne's left eye! That was unpleasant enough, but Lemarchand raised the stakes again when she stopped the chin grind and bit down on her rival's forehead instead! Startled and dismayed by how this pair of world-class technicians transformed into hissing wildcats around one another, Carpenter didn't waste time on a warning or an order, he went straight to the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Lenore bit down a little harder, then yanked her chewed hand out of Daphne's mouth with such frenetic force that more than one FAWNatic thought she'd left behind a digit or two. She hadn't though, indeed her only parting gift was a single Kneelift to Dufresne's tailbone that brought the Gatecrasher down on wobbly knees! Stumbling backward into the ropes while a penitent Daphne scrubbed and swiped at her stinging eyes, Lenore hunched over and slipped both thumbs into the top of her right knee pad so she could pull it down to bare the joint. Straightening up as Dufresne did the same, the Fair & Radiant Maiden rushed out of the strands and took to the skies with a short hop, her right leg extended to THWHACK the inside of her bare knee across the base of Daphne's skull! Dufresne hit the mat in a heap and would've stayed there if Lemarchand hadn't hooked a Half Nelson and tumbled her onto back so she could slide into place and hook the far leg for a count of...
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGq8_PVk1ww
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Daphne set her feet flat and bridged up high enough to toss Lenore off with half a heartbeat to spare. Taking a moment to swipe both hands across her face, Lenore helped herself to a double handful of hair and BWUNKED the back of Daphne's skull against the deck en route to hauling her upri—“NNNGGGHH!”
D² snatched her own double handful and lowered her head while simultaneously bracing Lemarchand's lips against the crown of her head. In the next instant she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to MASH Lenore's mouth against her noggin with a quick Jawbreaker! The impromptu counter made Lemarchand break her grip without staggering her back more than a step or two, which was exactly as the Seattle Sadist had intended. Twisting around on one knee, Daphne lunged forward and DROVE her left shoulder in the Raven's dark purple trunks.
It wasn't quite a Low Blow so Al said nothing, yet the hurt was clearly stamped deep on Lenore's features as she doubled over atop the other brunette's should—'Oooooohhhhhh!' from the crowd as Dufresne powered upright and turned a pair of three sixties to better show off her wounded prey. Right hand braced flat against Lemarchand's sternum, Daphne ground to a halt facing the hard camera and proclaimed to all who would hear, “She's no match for me! Bitch is sidekick and I'm a goddamned star!” On that defiant note she dipped down and shot up on tiptoes, the Wicked wrestler extending her right arm as high as possible to shoot Lemarchand out of the Fireman's Carry and into a surprisingly safe landing on her feet directly to Daphne's le—THWHACK! Daph planted on her left foot and lashed out with a gorgeous Roundhouse that caromed offa the Lady in Waiting's noggin!
STARRY EYED @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEFzLzKf9LA
Twisted 'round and dropped to her knees by the vicious blow, Lenore slumped forward onto all fours only for Dufresne to snatch a handful of hair and drag her back to her knees. “No rest for you, shit-bird.” D² explained as she caught Lemarchand's right arm in a Half Nelson while looping her left arm around the other brunette's waist. “You want some time to breathe? You're gonna do it with your ass pointed at the lights and your ankles over your ears!” Muscling the knock-kneed bendy-back upright in a single powerful heave, Daphne got low and popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that took Lenore up, over and down, the Courtier THAWHAMMED to the canvas with every bit of her weight stacked on her head and shoulders. Bridged up high in the aftermath, Dufresne earned some disdain (and some isolated cheers) by thrusting her hips in time with the count of...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rj5vn0yaYDI
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand didn't so much kick out as she did twist free, the lithesome battler seeming to ooze free of her rival's clutches at the last possible moment. Daphne took the time to offer Carpenter a baleful glare, though she saved the bulk of her ire for the Raven, who'd tumbled onto her belly after surviving the near fall. Knee-walking into position on Lenore's left side, Dufresne abruptly flattened one hand into a paddle and spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANKED those haughty buns before she snatched a handful of waistband and yanked a good deal of the material out of sight with a Scandalous wedgie!
“BITCH!” Lenore wailed and pushed up on her palms only to be forced flat by Daphne's free hand bearing down on the back of her neck.
“Take it, brat.” Dufresne ordered as she sawed the distended material back and forth, drawing higher and deeper with each passing second. “And you're gonna KEEP taking it until you finally admit you're no match for me. Or Lucy. Or Mi--”
“Fuck you.” Lemarchand growled. “Just keep talking sweetie, because I am going to LOVE hearing you sniffle against my ass after the bell HHHRRRGGH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Daphne doubled down on her wedgie grip and raised it higher than ever only to let loose just as it reached peak anguish! No show of kindness this, it was only to ensure Lemarchand was otherwise occupied the Gatecrasher scrambled upright and planted the sole of her left boot atop the curve of Lenore's left calf. Satisfied the limb wasn't going anywhere, Daphne leapt skyward and came down with a brutal STOMP to the back of her opponent's left ankle!
The Raven shrieked and rolled to her back, instinctively drawing the throbbing limb toward her chest, unfortunately Dufresne grabbed hold with both hands and straightened it out with a sharp yank! “Had to wait too long for this moment, fucker.” Daph sneered as she stepped over Lemarchand's exposed leg with her right. “ It's about time an actual professional showed you how to apply this hold.” In the same instant Dufresne bent down, laid claim to Lemarchand's right foot so she could straighten the whole limb out and drape the other brunette's wounded ankle across her own thigh to create the most ferocious number in all of professional wrestling. Just like that Daphne dropped to a seat and hooked her left leg over the exposed ankle to secure the Figure Four Leglock! Hands knotted against her own midsection to better keep Lemarchand's right shin corralled beneath her left armpit, Dufresne rocked and jounced in place to put even more strain on her prey's left ankle as well as her right knee.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
“GIVE UP!” Daphne demanded even as Lenore arched backward and up like she'd been touched by a strong electric current! “GIVE IT UP YOU BITCH, NICE AND LOUD!”
Lenore shook her head 'no' but couldn't stifle a loud moan when Dufresne piled on with another clench of those knotted stems. After a few more seconds the initial wave of adrenaline passed and that involuntary bridge collapsed, leaving the Courtier's shoulders flat on the canvas. Sharp-eyed as ever, Al dropped down beside the action and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Lemarchand rolled to one side to get a shoulder up.
“Don't even think you're going to pussy-out and take a pin to end this.” Daphne huffed. “This dork could count to a hundred and I wouldn't let you go. Not until I hear a little pleading. Actually, pleading is too soft. I want beg--”
“I'm begging you to shut the fuck up.” Lenore growled. She'd pushed up on her elbows to keep clear of another pin, but her legs still belonged to the Seattle Sadist. “Maybe Harker and Murray really are your friends, I can't imagine they'd deal with your whiny bullshit strictly for professional advanceRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Dufresne threw herself back with an audible THUMP, the change in position causing Lemarchand to sit bolt upright as even more strain was applied to her left ankle. “What do you say, Lenore?” Al asked. He could see she was fighting to push Dufresne's left leg off her wounded foot, but every flex and squeeze worked to stymie her efforts. “Need me to call it?”
The Raven shook her head again, though the grim expression on her face suggested she knew time was rapidly running out. Daphne must've known it too because she sat up and casually flicked out her right hand for a Bitch Slap that paintbrushed Lenore's cheek. “Admit it.” she ordered. “Tell the world I'm better or I'll put you on the shelf for the rest of the year.”
Lemarchand flipped hair off her face and locked dark eyes on Daphne's equally furious pair. “Huuuhhh... how're you going to do that? Let Harker hold my legs and Murray hold the chair while all you have to do is--”
“I CAN BEAT YOU MYSELF!” Dufresne shrieked at the top of her lungs! Burying a hand in Lenore's hair without even realizing she'd loosened her grip on the Raven's legs by doing so, Daphne yanked Lenore's head forward and reared back with her free hand for the biggest Bitch Slap of her care—“OOOOWWWWWWW BITCH!”
The Gatecrasher wailed in surprise misery when Lemarchand darted out a hand, grabbed hold of her tormentor's waistband and repaid the previous wedgie with an eye-watering example of the inverted variety! Forgetting all about the Figure Four as her waistband got dangerously close to her sternum Dufresne abandoned the hold and pounded away at Lenore's hand until the catty grip gave way. Soon as she was free Daphne scooted away as fast as she could, the cringing Sadist rolling over so her back was to the Fair & Radiant Maiden while she tended to her traitorous trunks.
As for Lenore, she did some backsliding of her own, all the way to the ropes in fact so she could either demand a break or dip out to the floor if Dufresne recovered too fast. Left knee drawn up snug against her chest, she gingerly rubbed and prodded at her damaged ankle before splitting focus to massage her right knee as well.
Not surprisingly it was D² who was first to her feet, the pain of the wedgie giving way to blistering anger as she realized the Raven had miraculously flitted her way free of an inevitable submission. Lemarchand was only a few steps behind, the lithesome grappler careful to keep all but the slightest weight off her left ankle as she leaned on the strands to help get back to verticality. “Better tell the man you can still walk, shit-bird.” Daphne hissed as she lined up her shot. “I don't want him calling for the bell the instant I get my hands on that gimpy leg of--”
“Oh, my leg's doing great.” Lemarchand touched her left foot to the mat, then jerked it up with a wince and hop that was only a slight exaggeration. “And it'll be even better once you've bustled over here and kissed it all bett--”
The Seattle Sadist rushed in with a sweeping low kick that would've cut Lenore's legs out from underneath if she hadn't managed a quick little rope-assisted hop at the last second. Twisting around so her back was to the other brunette when she landed, Lemarchand snatched the top rope with her left hand so she could throw everything else into the Back Elbow she JABBED into the point of Daphne's chin!
Dufresne staggered on the spot without ceding much ground, so Lenore dropped to all fours and crawled backward through her rival's legs, making sure to catch hold of her right wrist in the process. Standing up as soon as she was clear of those dangerous stems, Lemarchand glommed onto Daphne's left shoulder with her free hand and spun her around into a Standing Headscissors made considerably more troubling by dint of the fact that she'd snatched both of Dufresne's wrists and pulled them from between her thighs in a Double Pumphandle!
The FAWNatics bellowed in anticipation and more than a little incredulity, as they knew it took two good legs for the Raven to get hoist her burden all the way up for Nevermore and her left ankle was anything but good after the punishing Figure Four! Lemarchand seemed to know it too, as she grimaced and shook her head in disgust after one her first attempt didn't even get Daphne's heels off the canvas. Gritting her teeth for what came next, she dipped down, then hoisted up and spun the captured brunette off her feet! Those assembled had expected the Raven to flip Dufresne up onto her shoulders, but instead she stopped with the Seattle Sadist flipped ass over teakettle. Turning in a quarter circle more to keep her own balance rather than show off the opposition, Lenore let out a roar just as she hopped into the air and dropped to her butt to THAWHONK the crown of Daphne's skull into the canvas with a colossal Piledriver!
NEVERMORE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGPTXF9B4Ps
Blasted into a stupor by the unexpected head-drop, Dufresne slopped onto her back and offered nothing more than a soft groan when Lemarchand swung over and sat down in a Reverse Face Sit, the Fair & Radiant Maiden getting some torrid revenge for the wedgie by burying her rival nose deep in an ass-valanche. Hooking the other brunette's right leg behind the knee so she could draw it close in a snug Half Matchbook, Lenore bounced her hips in time with Carpenter's count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Lemarchand tossed the captured leg aside and raised both hands high overhead, the bendy-back hooking her thumbs together to create the raven sigil while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
“That's right, cutie.” Lenore waggled her hips against Daphne's softly protesting mug. “That's exactly what you're gonna get whenever we go one on—oh fuckin' come on, dammit!”
LUCY HARKER:
The Raven's good mood soured the instant she spotted Mina Murray shooting down the ramp like a vengeful blonde comet! As if Mina wasn't trouble enough, a ripple in her peripheral vision told Lemarchand the right was also cut off, so she dipped off her perch and skidded under the bottom rope just as Lucy Harker shot in from the other side! Another instant and Lenore was over the guardrail, the winner forced into a strategic retreat to stay clear of the Scandalous blonde, who was still headed straight for her. Lemarchand had expected Murray to stop when she reached the barricade, but damned if Mina didn't leap over and keep coming.
“You wanna do this now?” Lenore murmured as she continued to backpedal. “That's fine with me. But if you choose the venue,” she dipped into one aisle, snatched an empty chair and snapped it closed with an audible CLANK, “I choose the weapons.”
The sight of the chair brought Mina to a halt, the icy-eyed blonde glancing over her shoulder to see if the rest of Wicked had her back. Alas the trio was still split, with Lucy taking a defensive position over Daphne, who'd recently made it to one knee. “Come on, Mina.” Lenore chided. “Grab yourself a chair if you'd like, I'll wait. I'm sure you'll do better than those other losers when we're one on one.”
Murray rolled her shoulders and balled her hands into fists, but she didn't advance. “Put the chair down and I will, bitch.”
“Send your girls to the back and I'll consider it. Long as they're here, I'll just keep this close.”
Mina gnashed her teeth, took a half step forward, then appeared to think better of it. “I know you think Daph is the end game in all of this.” she said grimly. “No way either of you lets things stand at one and one. But she and Luce have both had their shots at you, which means I'm up next. You want one on one? I'll give you one on one, shit-bird. And when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left for Daphne to mop up.”
“Promises, promises.” Lenore murmured. “Keep talking like that and I'll give you the ride meant for your girl.”
Mina snorted, raked a hand through her hair and flipped the brunette off before backpedaling toward the squared circle. “Stay healthy, Lemarchand.” she sneered. “I want you at a hundred percent before I reduce you to zero.”
Lenore favored her with a taunting smile. “Better than you have tried, Shemp. They failed and you'll fail worse.”
Murray kissed her fingertips and smacked them against one denim-sheathed hip as she turned away to rejoin her compatriots.
Lenore watched her go, a turbulent expression playing out on her face. She was delighted to even the score against Dufresne, no question. But she hated being chased from the ring like a loser, even when it was her name echoing in the rafters. Right then and there she promised she'd be standing tall in the center of the squared circle at the end of her next match with the Wicked assholes. One way or the other she was going to overcome those odds, even if it meant leaving a pile of brats in her wake.
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the woman who now stood center stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Mina Murray and representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist hoisting the 'W' sigil that was their hallmark. For tonight's sequel to the gratuitous show of dominance they'd unleashed at the Madhouse last year, Daphne wore a dark green two-piece with thin white trim along the waistband, leg-holes and cups. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black. Beside her, the blonde half of Scandalous sported faded low-rise denim and a classic white tank-top, Mina all blue eyes and malicious smile as she leaned in to murmur something in Daphne's ear.
MINA MURRAY:
Lucy Harker was not in evidence, though this was no real surprise considering the legalese end-run horseshit their opposition had pulled during their last encounter. Sure, Lucy and Mina could have earned individual manager's licenses, but they weren't about to jump through any of the Raven's hoops, not even if it meant sacrificing 3-1 odds for a paltry 2-1 advantage.
Eager to finish the work that'd only been stalled by Lemarchand's victory over Lucy back in the spring, Dufresne and Harker headed down the aisle in the same hip-swiveling lockstep that Scandalous had perfected during their decade of terrorizing the Tag Team division. Breaking into a sprint only when she was safely clear of the outstretched, Cheeto-stained fingers of the undeserving throng, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought her down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly wicked smirk, Daphne moved to the far corner to exchange some last words with Mina while Al Carpenter gamely tried to inspect her pads and boots.
The duplicitous duo were still quite preoccupied plotting new atrocities when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. This is the Fair and Radiant Maiden… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
Kula Shaker’s cover of ‘Hush’ exploded from the arena speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the thirteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Brushing through the curtain at the sound of her name, 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 toward the squared circle intent on finally hanging a loss on the woman who'd humiliated her in the Madhouse last fall.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For tonight's vengeance the bendy-backed brunette 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 knee-pads 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 overhead, all while keeping her eyes locked on Daphne. Dｲ and Mina responded with birds of their own, so Lemarchand skipped off the top and landed in the middle of the ring with her arms spread wide. Dufresne sneered and started forward to prompt an identical reaction from her rival, unfortunately for fans of pre-bell hi-jinks, Murray put a hand on Dufresne's shoulder and Al blocked the Raven's path until both ladies retreated to await the opening bell.
No late strategy session between Mina and Daphne in the seconds prior to the clanging bell, indeed Dufresne seemingly hadn't taken eyes off her adversary from the moment the Raven flitted through the curtain. Not that the staring contest was one way, mind you. Lemarchand was just as focused on Dufresne as Daphne was on her, with the disdain between the two brunettes almost palpable enough to crowd poor Al Carpenter from the squared circle. But give the lanky zebra credit, he held his ground as the grapplers closed on one another, though it didn't take a particularly astute observer to note the large backward step he took to give his charges their space and to (presumably) ensure his safety.
Daphne and Lenore noted none of this, they merely pushed off their respective buckles and made for the center of the squared circle with quick, expectant footsteps that grew all the quicker as they moved into—'Ooooooohhhhhh!' from the Slaybor Day crowd when Dufresne raised her right hand, pressed it to her rival's cheek and put her head on a swivel with an aggressive pie-face!
“That's what you can expect all night, shit-bird.” Daphne sneered in Lemarchand's ear to guarantee her words weren't lost among the roar of those assembled. “You thought you were embarrassed the last time we shared a ring? That was just a warm-up for the thirty minute Dog Walk you're taking toniNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand answered with a pie-face of her own, the Fair & Radiant Maiden making a point to really scuff the heel of her palm across the other brunette's lips. And unlike Daphne, who'd paused after her initial salvo to explain what came next, Lenore doubled, then tripled down on her opening statement with two more neck-wrenching pie-faces! The third actually managed to bloody the Wicked lass' lower lip, a development that narrowed Dufresne's eyes to dark, hateful slots.
“Bitch.” she dabbed at the small wound with the tip of her tongue. “You think a little blood is going to stop--” CRACK!
Lemarchand tagged her with a Bitch Slap and while her lips remained a thin, pale line, there was no missing the vicious joy stamped on the rest of her face.
Bellowing with rage as the shot spread unpleasant warmth throughout one cheek, Daphne rocked her opponent back on her heels with a big two-handed shove, then grabbed a massive handful of Lenore's dark hair and wrenched her head to one side so she could deliver three Bitch Slaps of her own, crack-crack-CRAAACK!
Those echoes were still rattling around the nosebleed seats when Dufresne shaped her slappin' hand into a clamp she affixed to Lenore's mug to secure a humiliating fish-face! “Who do you think you are?” Daphne snarled in her foe's face. “Do you think you can disrespect me and not get the shit kicked out of you for AAARRRRRRHHHHHHH BIDGE!”
More than happy to meet Dufresne's roughhousing with some of her own, Lemarchand 'smecked' both hands against Daphne's ears in an impromptu Bell Ringer, but then she made it infinitely worse by pressing her thumbs into the opposing bendy-back's eyelids! Whipping Dufresne's noggin from side to side a few times to break the grip on her face, Lemarchand reeled the other brunette in close for a forehead on forehead grind and hissed, “Do whatever you think will help you survive, cutie. I'm here to show you that your best just doesn't measure upRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Daph used her remaining hair-hold to yank Lenore's head backward at an awkward angle. In the next instant she crooked her free hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged them across Lemarchand's eyes! The sensation was hardly pleasant, but the Raven had sensed the attack coming the instant Dufresne yanked her ponytail and she shut her eyes tight half a heartbeat before the scoring began!
“Hey, c'mon now!” the ref got a hand on each tummy and tried to prize the brunettes apart with no notable success. “You two are better than this, give me a clean break right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Both ladies relinquished their illicit grips, though neither would've ceded more than a half step if not for the interposing official. “Blame this coward.” Lemarchand huffed as she jabbed an accusing finger at Dufresne. “If she wanted to fight like this she could've challenged me to a penthouse bout, but then she wouldn't have Mina lurking in the shadows to save your AAAIIIEEEEEEE FAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Daphne grabbed hold of Lenore's proffered hand and forearm, stretched the limb out full length and promptly sank her teeth into the Raven's exposed wrist! Eyes alight with vicious pleasure despite the boos of the crowd and the warning of the referee, Dufresne nibbled and gnawed until 'THREE!' on Carpenter's count. It would've been 'FOUR!' if Lemarchand hadn't latched onto her attacker's left thumb and bent it backward until D² was forced to abandon her grip!
Hissing with relief as Daphne stopped gnawing, Lenore tightened her own hold and swung around behind the other brunette and forced the captured limb up between Dufresne's shoulders in a snug Hammerlock. Halving the Wristlock so she could cup Daphne's elbow to put even more strain on the simple hold, Lemarchand let her foe go up on tiptoe only to lean in and chomp down on the meat of Daphne's left shoulder!
“FUCKING BITCH!” Dufresne howled in anger and pain and fired a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, but it struck nothing but open air with the Raven hunkered in so close.
“She's biting, Carpenter.” Mina snapped from her place on the outside. “Do something about it, or I'll do it for you!”
Al almost snapped a response at the blonde before deciding there were better ways to waste his breath. A mere warning would've been even less effective so the official simply cleared his throat and barked, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Lemarchand yelped and stumbled away from the Gatecrasher when Daphne raised a foot and brought that heel SMASHING down on her right foot! Weight still planted on her left foot, Dufresne leaned forward and lashed out with her right leg for a Back Kick that THWHAPPED into the pit of Lenore's stomach! The Fair & Radiant Maiden doubled over and might've sank to one knee if Daphne hadn't pounced and snared her in a Front Facelock. Yoking up hard enough to transform the predicament into a near Guillotine Choke, Dufresne delivered several hard Overhand Forearm Smashes to her rival's lower back, then crooked that hand into a spade and raaaaaaaaaaaked the Courtier's backside over and over before hooking onto her waistband and pulling the purple lycra up in a truly scandalous wedgie! Lenore squealed and shot up on tiptoe, the fluttering Raven pounding short, ineffectual punches into her tormentor's flanks. Daphne soaked them up and continued to pull on the wedgie, jostling the distended material back and forth as she used it like a makeshift handle to swing the other brunette's backside toward the hard camera.
“You should see all the phones going off, shit-bird.” Dufresne snickered. “Either there's a whole lotta losers with a flat ass kink OR they just love seeing you humiliatHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Never one to suffer such treatment without charging a very high price, Lemarchand slipped her fingertips into the leg-holes of those dark green briefs and put the Wicked brunette up on tiptoe with a retaliatory wedgie! Smiling despite the sting and burn of her own distended togs, Lenore used her grip to swing the both of 'em in a half circle that put Daph's backside to the hard camera and earned another round of raucous cheers that D² didn't enjoy nearly as much!
“Just what I'd expect from a two-bit hack.” Daphne relinquished her own grip so she could flatten that hand into a paddle and SWAT Lenore's glutes over and over again. “First you ripped off Emily and when that didn't work you turned your attention to meEWHOAHNNNNGGGHHH!”
Loathe as she was to abandon a wedgie, Lemarchand did so to hook her arms around Dufresne's upper thighs instead. In the next instant she muscled the startled brunette up and then dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Daphne onto the deck with something that was either a really enthusiastic Double Leg Takedown or a sawed-off Spinebuster. Whatever you called it, the impact left Dufresne swaddling the back of her head until Lenore snatched hold of both wrists and yanked her arms up high overhead! Knees gouging deep into Daphne's flanks to ride out the other brunette's efforts to buck her off, Lemarchand bashed her rival's hands against the canvas until she could cross one wrist over the other and control them with one hand. A single brisk slap got the immediate 'how could you!' indignation she so wanted from Dufresne, but rather than repeat the tactic Lenore leaned in close and braced her left forearm under Daphne's chin.
“Call out for Mina,” the Raven growled as she began to put unpleasant pressure on the other wrestler's jaw. “I know you want to, might as well get it out of the way before you start bawling.”
“She doesn't need me to help kick that narrow ass up between your shoulders, beeyotch.” Murray replied in Daphne's stead. “But if you don't stop choking her I might just do it on general principle.”
Lenore only pressed down a little harder as she turned her attention to the Scandalous blonde. “First off, this isn't a choke. Just a particularly effective way to shut her whiny little mouth. Second, why don't you fucking do it then, Meens? Is it because you're worried I'll kick your ass like I did Lucy's? Or maybe you just like getting bossed around by strong-willed brunettes. That's it, isn't it? That's the only reason I can think of as to why you'd let Harker and this idiot take poi--”
Murray actually grabbed the top rope and put a knee on the apron, but she didn't go any farther when she realized Al had clocked the encroachment. Gritting her teeth as she returned to the floor, Mina murmured, “I'm going to kick your fucking face in one day, shit-bird.” then to Al. “She's STILL choking her! How many times am I gonna have to tell you to do your job?”
Al, who'd been keeping an eye on Dufresne's feet along with Lemarchand's arm to confirm that there was in fact no choke, would've explained this to Mina if Lenore hadn't abruptly shifted over to gaudy grip around Daphne's throat and started to squeeze! “See, now I'm choking her!” the Fair & Radiant Maiden chirped as Dufresne rasped and beat her heels against the canvas.
Carpenter didn't bother with an order, he went straight to the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lenore abandoned the Stranglehold to double down on her wrist control. In the same instant she threaded her legs beneath Daphne's stems and wrenched them apart in a Double Leg Grapevine that made the Seattle Sadist squeal in humiliated indignation when Lemarchand leaned in and pressed her pert bust to those upturned features! Arguably this shift in offense counted as a choke as well, yet it was one looked upon with great lenience by FAWN's officiating staff, especially when a wrestler's shoulders were down for the...
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TWO...
Dufresne bridged hard enough to almost tip the brunettes onto their sides, but Lenore shifted her weight at just the right moment and came crashing down on the Gatecrasher's tummy with an audible 'SMECK!' “Grandstanding bitch!” Daphne bared her teeth, daring the Raven to try another Front Sleeper. “Don't you remember what happens every time you try to humiliate MMMRRRPPHH!”
D² barely noted the flash of fury in her rival's eyes because Lenore immediately broke the Grapevine so she could slide into a snug seat atop Dufresne's face! Bringing her thighs together to completely cover her opponent's features, Lenore hooked her thumbs against one another and hoisted the raven sigil high overhead much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust if Mina Murray. As usual, Al remained safely neutral. Once he'd confirmed Daphne's shoulders were flush to the canvas he counted out...
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TWO...
Dufresne planted her heels and bridged hard enough to toss Lenore forward onto her hands and knees with a full second to spare! Skidding out from beneath the mount as soon as she could draw an unfiltered breath, Daphne tumbled over onto her stomach and scooted backward until she felt one foot draped over the bottom rope. As for Lenore, she rolled to one knee and quickly 'flicked' her togs into place all while keeping a careful eye on her Wicked rival. “You can keep up the tricks and mind games all night, bitch.” Dufresne grumbled as she rose to her full height. “But we both know you'll be the one screaming for an out once it actually comes down to an exchange of holds.”
Lenore arched a questioning eyebrow as she joined her opponent a moment thereafter. “You want to wrestle now, Daphne?” she lifted her hands to shoulder-level in a loose but expectant grappler's crouch. We can lock up whenever you're ready. Just know that I won't let go until I'm satisfied.”
Daphne smirked, raised her hands and beckoned the Courtier forward. “Then prepare for disappointment, shit-bird. Because you're about to leave this ring VERY unsatisf--”
Lenore lunged in to secure the Collar & Elbow and Dufresne did too, but this proved to be a feint as she flicked out both hands to secure a stereo pincer-grip through the thin lycra of Lemarchand's top! Yowling with surprise and pain when D² twisted her wrists in opposite directions, the Raven mirrored Daphne's grasp and twisted just as hard. Dufresne growled and gave the other brunette's modest bounty an awful tug before resuming the terrible twist. “Thuuu... thought you wanted to wrestle.” Lemarchand groaned as she matched the other bendy-back's offense with similar eye watering tactics.
“Oh.... I do.” the Seattle Sadist's response was high and breathless, a concentrated effort to downplay the efficacy of Lenore's talons as the two of them stamped around in an awkward little circle. “I just want to make sure you're primed and ready to sob before I OOFFFHH!”
Lemarchand planted on her left foot and THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift up across Dufresne's tummy! She'd hoped the shot would force Daphne to abandon the grip on her girls, but the Wicked warrior only bared her teeth and fired back with a Kneelift of her own! Lenore grunted, pinched a little harder and prepared for a second Kneeli—“OOOOFFFFFH!” Daphne beat her to it, then piled onto her lead by STAMPING down on the Raven's toes! Lemarchand didn't actually give up her own pincers, but they loosened to the point of uselessness and the Gatecrasher swatted them away as soon as she'd freed her own hands. Didn't stay unoccupied for long of course, the green-clad battler swiftly dropped into a crouch and hooked her arms around Lenore's knees so she could topple her to the deck with a single timely YANK!
Knotting her hands the instant she'd trapped Lenore's boots beneath her armpits, Dufresne yanked the Courtier up on the back of her shoulders, then flipped her onto her stomach and stepped over in the same motion, Daphne sitting down DEEP to put ungodly pressure on her foe's lower back courtesy of the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Roxp1kN32WY
“Tap out, shit-bird!” Daphne bounced to emphasize each word, the cruel technician making a point to SLAM the slim, medicine ball curve of her glutes into the hollow of Lemarchand's back. “Start tapping that mat before those hollow bones start to pop!” She sat a little deeper and scrubbed her tush back and forth atop Lenore's to better illustrate the veracity of this threat.
“What do you say, Lenore?” Al asked after several seconds of pained silence. “If you need to tap out, just say the word and--”
“Don't you DARE let her nod her way out of this!” Dufresne snapped without actually looking in the official's direction. “I wanna hear that little brad ADMIT she realizes she's in over her heeaOOOOWWW HAIR! HAIR!”
The Crab was sunk in far too snug for Lemarchand to simply wriggle her way out, yet she managed to make Daphne's seat considerably more uncomfortable by shifting onto her left side and reaching back with her right hand to snatch hold of the Wicked wrestler's long dark locks! “Do YOU quit?” Lenore sneered even as Al and Mina warned her about the brazen infraction. “Do you quit, loser?” A defiantly valiant response to the agonizing hold, yet one destined to cause more problems than it solved as she was forced to abandon her grip by 'FOUR!' and D² immediately made her pay by leeeeeaaaaaning back that much farther! “AAAAARRRRHHHH GAAAAAHHHHD!” Lenore buried both hands in her hair and pulled as hard as she could to spread out the pain.
“Not so fucking tuff now, are you?” Dufresne hissed through clenched teeth. “Not fuckin' tuff at all, just another bitch sobbing into her elbow while she's tapping the mat as fast as--”
A sneer from Daphne and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Lenore suddenly pushed up onto her forearms! Shaking her head 'no, no, no!' so Al would just get the hell out of her way, the Raven clambered and dragged the both of them toward the ropes at an agonizingly slow pace that was still far too quick for Dufresne's liking. The Gatecrasher never tried to stop her rival however. Rather she focused on making every inch gained as costly as humanly possible.
Elsewhere, Mina Murray had positioned herself on the floor just outside where Lenore was headed and made a show of hooking an index finger over the bottom strand. “Come and get it, nerd.” she purred. “You DO want out, right? You're not just going to give up and start bawling for everyone to--”
Lenore surged forward, reached out a hand and could've grabbed the rubber-coated steel but only gave it a hard swat instead. The audible TWANG caused Murray to take a half step back, though she was still smirking up until the moment Lenore clapped a hand to her eye and wailed, “OHHH MY EYE, YOU BITCH!”
Al turned his attention from his charges to Mina and the quivering rope combined with the surprised disgust on the blonde's face made Lemarchand's ruse effectively perfect. Seeing the stern disapproval on the official's face, Murray raised her hands in protest and said, “She's fucking lying, Al! I didn't put a hand on--”
“That's ONE, Mina.” Carpenter interrupted. “And that's the only one you're getting tonight. Understood?”
Seething at the bent Raven (who had actually grabbed hold of the bottom rope by now), Mina Murray rolled her shoulders and murmured, “I hope she breaks your goddamned back.”
“It'll have to be her.” Lenore huffed. “Lord knows you and Lucy can't get the job doNUFFHH!”
Daphne rose almost to her full height, then dropped right back down to THUMP the other brunette's aching lower back with a heavy Butt Bomb! More than happy to spit on the sanctity of the rope break, the Seattle Sadist straightened up and tromped back to the middle of the ring with Lenore cursing and Mina looking more than a little satisfied.
“Oh, did you think you were getting out?” Dufresne teased as she settled in deep again. “You're not getting out until I hear a fuck-ton more screaming. But if you're starting to get bored with the view...” Daphne unlocked her hands (being careful to ensure Lemarchand's shins remained snug in her armpits) and reached down to snatch hold of the other brunette's wrists.
Nodding 'yes, yes, yes!' even as Lenore babbled, “NO!” Dufresne stood up straight and yanked her burden off the canvas in an awful 'D' shape, the whole of Lenore's flexible frame bent by the Reverse Pendulum Swing!
REVERSE PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=acZlAARxvyM
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaassssk her!” D² teased in an obnoxious singsong voice as she rocked the Raven back and forth. “I wanna know if she's gonna quit before or after I make her cry!”
Carpenter knelt down beside the action, though he maintained just enough distance to remain out of reach if Daphne decided to swing the Pendulum even harder. “What do you say, Lenore?” he asked. “Say the word and I'll--”
“Fuck that.” Lemarchand gasped. “It'll take more than this shitty technique and Mina's shitty press-on nails in my eye to get a submisNNNNGGGHH!”
Dufresne yanked her burden up as high as she could, then let go to drop Lenore on the canvas with an audible THUMP! Snorting with derision as the other brunette writhed on the mat, Daphne hooked the toe of one boot under her foe's hip and turned her onto her back. The Fair & Radiant Maiden knew this did not bode well, alas her senses were still too scrambled to muster a useful defense before Dufresne dipped down and leapt high into the air! Knees raised to chest-level, the limber brunette kicked down as soon as she started to descend, her pitiless Mushroom Stomp THWHAPPING Lenore's fluttering chest! Lemarchand's legs kicked up on impact and she shuddered from end to end, but damned if D² didn't stretch her arms out to maintain her perch despite the Raven's wriggling. Unconventional though it was, the arrangement still counted as a pin and Al was already close by so he was quick to count...
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Daphne skipped clear of her own volition, the Wicked warrior landing with a foot on either side of Lenore's chest. Soon as she touched down she was off again, Dufresne getting some impressive height on her vertical leap. Those dangerous legs came up once more, only now they were both kicked forward, all the better to concentrate Daph's hundred and thirty-plus pounds into the Butt Bomb she SMASHED against Lenore's sternum! Her landing caused another leggy spasm and the Gatecrasher helped herself to both stems, greedily stuffing Lemarchand's thighs beneath her armpits even as she slid back and settled those chest-crushing cheeks atop the Courtier's forehead in a Reverse Face Sit! “FINISHED!” Dufresne proclaimed for all to hear while she leaned back on the cover and delivered a brisk spanking to Lenore's buns while the ref counted...
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THRNOOOO!
Lemarchand got her hands against the other brunette's squirming buns and shoved hard enough to topple her off with half a second to spare! “That was three, Carpenter!” Murray complained over the roars of the crowd. “Does Allard know you like watching his girl get beat up?”
“Don't worry about it, Meens.” Daphne was all smiles as she scraped Lenore off the mat with a handful of togs and tresses. “She's already finished, now I'm just running up the score.”
The Scandalous blonde thought that was more than acceptable, so she supported her friend with some enthusiastic clapping while Dufresne thrust her head beneath Lemarchand's left bicep and coiled her right arm around the other brunette's midsection. In the next instant she muscled the Raven up onto her shoulder, the bendy-back's long legs kicking up high enough to put her glutes on display for those assembled. On another night Daphne would've turned to all four sides of the ring to better display her prey, tonight she swung Lemarchand back down and simply let her drop into a short free-fall that culminated in a THAWHAMMING tailbone on canvas impact!
Lenore threw back her head and wailed in a silent shriek, both hands flying to her thrumming tush. She was still trying to massage away the worst of the ache when the Gatecrasher threw herself into the ropes in front of the Raven and bounced out at a dead sprint! No more than three steps later she went low and sprang off her back (right) foot, Daphne bringing her left arm up and around for an Alpha Strike that'd cave in her rival's jawNO!
Lemarchand didn't have time to twist out of the way, so she threw herself backward against the deck! With nothing to slow her momentum, Dufresne SLAMMED shoulder-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood and rolled to within easy reach of the ropes, though her attention was wholly focused on her aching left arm. Clearly displeased by this turn of events, Mina hurried over to that side of the ring and slapped the apron with both hands. Over here, Daph.” she called. “You need a minute to catch your breath.” The Seattle Sadist didn't look Mina's way, but she nodded and began to roll toward the strands. She'd just cleared the bottom rope when Lenore rushed in at top speed and went low, the Raven's boot heels THWHAPPING against the small of Dufresne's back in a Baseball Slide Dropkick! The unexpected and entirely unnecessary boost sent Daphne shooting out of the squared circle in a sort of low-flying Crossbody, one that caught Mina flush across the chest and bowled her over much to the delight of everyone celebrating Slaybor Day Weekend!
With two thirds of Wicked piled up on the arena floor, Lenore took a moment to catch her breath before drawing back into the squared circle where she used the ropes to return to verticality. Holding onto the top rope even after the deed was done, Lemarchand glared down at her sprawled opposition and demanded, “Get up! C'mon sweeties, you're so fuckin' tuff, get up and keep fighting!”
Daphne, who'd only rolled clear of Mina a moment prior, made it to one knee and flipped the Raven off without actually glancing in her direction. As for Murray, she patted Dufresne's shoulder, then clamped down and pushed off to get back to her feet. One hand stretched down for Daphne, Mina pointed the other at Lenore and barked, “Keep her back, Carpenter! Scrawny little nerd's just putting on a show, she knows we'll RUIN her if she sets foot out--” The Fair & Radiant Maiden vaulted up and over in gorgeous corkscrew spin that only came to a stop when she collided with her rivals and THWHUMPED them right back to the thinly-padded floor!
SLINGSHOT CORKSCREW PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjrfiJ5BDUg
Tumbling clear of the flattened pair like a particularly nimble steam roller, Lenore popped to her feet and stormed over to the guardrail where she raised the raven sigil for all to see! Delighted by the thousands of 'birds' that joined her flight, the resurgent brunette strode back to Dufresne and scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair that she quickly halved to take command of the other wrestler's waistband. “Someone will be with you shortly.” Lenore huffed even as she tugged Daphne's trunks far harder than actually necessary. “I just have to take out the trash.” Given the animosity between the brunettes one could be forgiven for thinking such snark would've been a precursor to Lemarchand hurling her rival into fans, but no, she only whipped around through a half circle before slinging D² under the bottom rope.
“Keep an eye on her!” Lenore pointed to Dufresne as she spoke to Carpenter and advanced on Murray. “She's the sneakiest brat I've ever met!”
Al did turn his attention to the Gatecrasher so Lemarchand used the opportunity to catch a massive double fistful of Mina's blonde locks! Yanking the woozy Californian to her knees, Lenore raised her left foot and pressed the laces of that boot against one side of Murray's mug. “A kiss to keep warm 'til it's your turn, Meens.” Lemarchand stamped down as hard as she could to scrrraaaaaaape Mina's cheek in particularly nasty fashion!
The blonde hissed and pulled away so Lenore made a show of brushing her hands clean before turning around and diving back into the ri—Mina lunged after her and snatched hold of the Raven's left ankle! Lemarchand knew what was coming and didn't even try to stop it, rather she raised her voice and snapped, “Bitch, let me go!”
Of course Murray didn't obey, she took a big step back and yanked as hard as she could to drag the Courtier back out to the floor where she promptly peppered Lemarchand's forehead with quick, mean punches! Her shots landed true and they were far from pleasant, alas Mina's retaliation happened in full view of Al Carpenter, who'd shifted her focus the moment he heard Lenore shout. “Enough Mina! That's ENOUGH!” the zebra stormed over to shout down from on high. “You're done! Get to the back now or I throw this whole thing out!”
Murray stopped throwing hands and looked up with wide, incredulous eyes! “Are you shitting me? She STARTED ITTTNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Lenore dropped a shoulder, wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and churned forward until she BWANGED spine-first into the steel guardrail! Straightening up even as Mina crumpled to her haunches, Lenore paused long enough to plant a single kiss in the center of the Scandalous beauty's forehead. “Enjoy the view from the locker room, Meens.” she cooed. “We'll dance soon, just the two of us.” She pushed up and backed off while Mina watched from her haunches with pale, hating eyes.
“You better hope she finishes this tonight.” Murray murmured when she was back on her feet. “Because if I get my shot--”
Roars of concern from those assembled when Daphne crowded the strands and reached over to snatch hold of the Raven's dark tresses! “Why're ya still talking to her?” the Seattle Sadist giggled as she tried to denude Lemarchand's scalp. “You keep looking at my friends and I just might get jealous!”
One foot braced against the bottom rope for leverage, Daphne gathered her strength and earned some grudging admiration from the FAWNatics when she hair-hauled Lenore from the floor to the apron in a single smooth motion! Lemarchand had just set her heels on the edge when she crooked her right arm around the back of Daphne's head and pulled her chin tight against that shoulder. From there she stepped off and returned to the floor to TWAAAANG Dufresne's windpipe against the rubber-coated steel!
Daphne's head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the Wicked lovely launched off her feet to land flat on her back in the middle of the ring with both hands pressed to her throat and both heels beating against the canvas. As for Lenore, she skipped onto the apron and took hold of the top rope but advanced no farther until she'd watched Mina Murray retreat through the curtains at the top of the ramp. Even then the Courtier kept her head on a swivel on the not so off-chance that Lucy Harker might materialize from the shadows. It wasn't until Dufresne struggled to one knee that Lemarchand honed in entirely on her opponent for the evening. Drawing back as far as the rubber-coated steel would allow, Lenore waited for D² to rise and when she did the purple-clad battler took to the skies in a gorgeous leap that set her on the top rope. Not that she stayed there for long, mind. No sooner had the Raven touched down did she take flight again, Lenore dive-bombing down on Dufresne with her right arm outstretched for a Springboard Clothesline that THWHAPPED across her opponent's chest!
SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPCYQCXJZfE
Daphne went down in a heap and Lemarchand promptly covered her, not in the standard Crossbody atop the chest, but a much higher application, one that saw the bendy-back's washboard abs mashed firmly into her rival's face! Such an arrangement meant she wasn't in position to hook a leg so she secured a two-handed grip on the flattened brunette's right wrist to keep her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THR—“OOWWW!”
Lenore yelped and scurried away from the cover of her own volition, one hand pressed to the angry pink welt that now marked her previously unblemished belly. “Desperate bitch.” she growled at the Seattle Sadist as Daphne wiped tummy sweat off her face. “Should've known you'd go feral the instant we were one on one.”
Dufresne spat, wiped a hand across her face and stood up with a sneer. “Get it through that pea brain of yours, shit-bird. I don't need them to beat you. You're what exasperated parents mean when they tell their stupid kids they've got Daphne Dufresne at home.”
Lenore snorted as they began to close in on one another. “At home is exactly where you're gonna be when this is over, asshole. Not that I have to put you on the shelf, you just won't have the fucking guts to show your face around he--”
Lemarchand drew back and twisted to one side as Daphne exploded forward with a European Uppercut that would've split the Raven's chin if not for the timely evasion. Catching hold of Dufresne's waistband in the brief moment she had the other wrestler's back, the Fair & Radiant Maiden reeled Daphne in and lunged forward while simultaneously SMACKING a Broadside Kneelift across the small of her foe's back! Dufresne cried out and stumbled forward, but retained enough presence of mind to THWHAP a Back Elbow into Lemarchand's chin when the other brunette tried to deliver a second shot. Rounding on her adversary the instant she was clear, Daph hooked an arm over the back of Lenore's noggin, pulled her head down and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut offa the Raven's chin! Lenore rocked back on her heels but couldn't get clear of Dufresne's reach before the Gatecrasher snatched another handful of hair and shook Lemarchand's noggin like a terrier shaking a rat!
The roughhousing earned a warning from Al, not that Daphne paid it much attention. She'd already abandoned that grip for another controlling clasp across the back of Lenore's neck, all the better to draw her down for a second European Upper—“AAARRRHHH BITCH!” Dufresne wailed in surprised dismay when Lemarchand caught her 'cuttin arm at the wrist and elbow and BIT down on her forearm as hard as she could!
“No biting, Lenore! Knock it off! ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
Lenore tossed her opponent's arm away and promptly STOMPED on Daphne's left foot when the other brunette pulled the stinging limb close to her chest! With Dufresne folded over after the rude stomp, Lemarchand lined up her shot and carefully drilled the point of one elbow into the base of her rival's skull! D² straightened up and turned away so Lenore lunged after her and slapped on a Waistlock. Knotted fists digging into Daphne's flat tummy, the Raven delivered a taunting smooch to the Wicked warrior's shoulder, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to THAWHUMP Daphne down on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous German Suplex!
Her bridge was perfect as ever, but rather than maintain it she rolled onto her knees to flip Dufresne over onto her butt. Relinquishing the Waistlock so she could grab a double handful of Daphne's hair after she'd returned to verticality, Lenore yanked the seated brunette's head back at an awkward angle, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to drill the padded joint into the nape of her opponent's neck. D² cringed and reached back to scrabble at Lemarchand's wrists, but she put a stop to that by treating Dufresne's noggin to a good hard shake.
“HAIR!” the green-clad battler growled through clenched teeth. “Bitch has got hold of my haiRRGH!” Lemarchand stood tall, went up on tiptoe again and repeated the Knee Drop to the back of her foe's skull.
“Hands out of her hair, Lenore.” Carpenter warned even as the Fair & Radiant Maiden rose again. “You can do better than that.”
“Sounds like a challenge, Algernon.” Lenore switched from the illicit grip to one that palmed the top of the other brunette's head while still putting pressure on her neck. “You know how much I love a challenge.”
“The fuck you do.” Dufresne had clamped down on the Raven's wrists and was gouging away in an effort to free herself. “You're the most Easy Mode loving bitch I've ever met in my lifNNNNGGHHHHH!”
Lemarchand rocked Dufresne's noggin with the hardest knee yet, then laced her hands across the struggling woman's chin and puuuuuuuuulled back so far she was forced to sneer up into the overhead lights. “Do you even listen to yourself?” Lenore huffed after several seconds of working the simple hold. “You're helpless without back-up, and not just one bitch, you've got TWO keeping an eye on you at all timesssrrrrggghhhhh!”
Daphne was still clawing and scratching at Lemarchand's wrists, but she halved her efforts so she could reach back and catch an awkward handful of the bendy-back's long dark locks. “Lucy and Mina aren't back-up, fuck-head. They're my friends. You might know what it's like to have a friend if you weren't such an insufferable piece of shiTTNNNHHH!”
Lenore pulled her right hand away from Dufresne's jaw, flattened it into a paddle and delivered a single hard overhand SLAP to the struggling wrestler's right breast! The shot was more startling than painful, yet it gave Lemarchand the opportunity she needed to hook three fingers into each side of Daphne's mouth to make the Chinlock all the more unbearable! “If those assholes were actually your friends, they'd train you up so you can handle me yourself, not sit back in the shadows and take cheap shots whenever you get in trouble.” the Raven snapped. “They're crutches and you're a freakin' lame-ass who wants all the glory without any of the hard woOOOOWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Much as she loathed Lenore's talons gouging at her cheeks, Daphne endured the pain long enough to grip her tormentor's left wrist in both hands. Wrenching that hook away with a single violent tug, she immediately twisted her head to the right and chomped down on the remaining digits! Finally able to twist offa her butt onto one knee, the Seattle Sadist kept on with the nefarious gnawing as she clambered to her fee—“HHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Dufresne was halfway to boot-leather when Lenore leaned in from behind and gouged the point of her chin into Daphne's left eye! That was unpleasant enough, but Lemarchand raised the stakes again when she stopped the chin grind and bit down on her rival's forehead instead! Startled and dismayed by how this pair of world-class technicians transformed into hissing wildcats around one another, Carpenter didn't waste time on a warning or an order, he went straight to the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Lenore bit down a little harder, then yanked her chewed hand out of Daphne's mouth with such frenetic force that more than one FAWNatic thought she'd left behind a digit or two. She hadn't though, indeed her only parting gift was a single Kneelift to Dufresne's tailbone that brought the Gatecrasher down on wobbly knees! Stumbling backward into the ropes while a penitent Daphne scrubbed and swiped at her stinging eyes, Lenore hunched over and slipped both thumbs into the top of her right knee pad so she could pull it down to bare the joint. Straightening up as Dufresne did the same, the Fair & Radiant Maiden rushed out of the strands and took to the skies with a short hop, her right leg extended to THWHACK the inside of her bare knee across the base of Daphne's skull! Dufresne hit the mat in a heap and would've stayed there if Lemarchand hadn't hooked a Half Nelson and tumbled her onto back so she could slide into place and hook the far leg for a count of...
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGq8_PVk1ww
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Daphne set her feet flat and bridged up high enough to toss Lenore off with half a heartbeat to spare. Taking a moment to swipe both hands across her face, Lenore helped herself to a double handful of hair and BWUNKED the back of Daphne's skull against the deck en route to hauling her upri—“NNNGGGHH!”
D² snatched her own double handful and lowered her head while simultaneously bracing Lemarchand's lips against the crown of her head. In the next instant she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to MASH Lenore's mouth against her noggin with a quick Jawbreaker! The impromptu counter made Lemarchand break her grip without staggering her back more than a step or two, which was exactly as the Seattle Sadist had intended. Twisting around on one knee, Daphne lunged forward and DROVE her left shoulder in the Raven's dark purple trunks.
It wasn't quite a Low Blow so Al said nothing, yet the hurt was clearly stamped deep on Lenore's features as she doubled over atop the other brunette's should—'Oooooohhhhhh!' from the crowd as Dufresne powered upright and turned a pair of three sixties to better show off her wounded prey. Right hand braced flat against Lemarchand's sternum, Daphne ground to a halt facing the hard camera and proclaimed to all who would hear, “She's no match for me! Bitch is sidekick and I'm a goddamned star!” On that defiant note she dipped down and shot up on tiptoes, the Wicked wrestler extending her right arm as high as possible to shoot Lemarchand out of the Fireman's Carry and into a surprisingly safe landing on her feet directly to Daphne's le—THWHACK! Daph planted on her left foot and lashed out with a gorgeous Roundhouse that caromed offa the Lady in Waiting's noggin!
STARRY EYED @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEFzLzKf9LA
Twisted 'round and dropped to her knees by the vicious blow, Lenore slumped forward onto all fours only for Dufresne to snatch a handful of hair and drag her back to her knees. “No rest for you, shit-bird.” D² explained as she caught Lemarchand's right arm in a Half Nelson while looping her left arm around the other brunette's waist. “You want some time to breathe? You're gonna do it with your ass pointed at the lights and your ankles over your ears!” Muscling the knock-kneed bendy-back upright in a single powerful heave, Daphne got low and popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that took Lenore up, over and down, the Courtier THAWHAMMED to the canvas with every bit of her weight stacked on her head and shoulders. Bridged up high in the aftermath, Dufresne earned some disdain (and some isolated cheers) by thrusting her hips in time with the count of...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rj5vn0yaYDI
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lemarchand didn't so much kick out as she did twist free, the lithesome battler seeming to ooze free of her rival's clutches at the last possible moment. Daphne took the time to offer Carpenter a baleful glare, though she saved the bulk of her ire for the Raven, who'd tumbled onto her belly after surviving the near fall. Knee-walking into position on Lenore's left side, Dufresne abruptly flattened one hand into a paddle and spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANKED those haughty buns before she snatched a handful of waistband and yanked a good deal of the material out of sight with a Scandalous wedgie!
“BITCH!” Lenore wailed and pushed up on her palms only to be forced flat by Daphne's free hand bearing down on the back of her neck.
“Take it, brat.” Dufresne ordered as she sawed the distended material back and forth, drawing higher and deeper with each passing second. “And you're gonna KEEP taking it until you finally admit you're no match for me. Or Lucy. Or Mi--”
“Fuck you.” Lemarchand growled. “Just keep talking sweetie, because I am going to LOVE hearing you sniffle against my ass after the bell HHHRRRGGH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Daphne doubled down on her wedgie grip and raised it higher than ever only to let loose just as it reached peak anguish! No show of kindness this, it was only to ensure Lemarchand was otherwise occupied the Gatecrasher scrambled upright and planted the sole of her left boot atop the curve of Lenore's left calf. Satisfied the limb wasn't going anywhere, Daphne leapt skyward and came down with a brutal STOMP to the back of her opponent's left ankle!
The Raven shrieked and rolled to her back, instinctively drawing the throbbing limb toward her chest, unfortunately Dufresne grabbed hold with both hands and straightened it out with a sharp yank! “Had to wait too long for this moment, fucker.” Daph sneered as she stepped over Lemarchand's exposed leg with her right. “ It's about time an actual professional showed you how to apply this hold.” In the same instant Dufresne bent down, laid claim to Lemarchand's right foot so she could straighten the whole limb out and drape the other brunette's wounded ankle across her own thigh to create the most ferocious number in all of professional wrestling. Just like that Daphne dropped to a seat and hooked her left leg over the exposed ankle to secure the Figure Four Leglock! Hands knotted against her own midsection to better keep Lemarchand's right shin corralled beneath her left armpit, Dufresne rocked and jounced in place to put even more strain on her prey's left ankle as well as her right knee.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YCZb39BPjY
“GIVE UP!” Daphne demanded even as Lenore arched backward and up like she'd been touched by a strong electric current! “GIVE IT UP YOU BITCH, NICE AND LOUD!”
Lenore shook her head 'no' but couldn't stifle a loud moan when Dufresne piled on with another clench of those knotted stems. After a few more seconds the initial wave of adrenaline passed and that involuntary bridge collapsed, leaving the Courtier's shoulders flat on the canvas. Sharp-eyed as ever, Al dropped down beside the action and counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Lemarchand rolled to one side to get a shoulder up.
“Don't even think you're going to pussy-out and take a pin to end this.” Daphne huffed. “This dork could count to a hundred and I wouldn't let you go. Not until I hear a little pleading. Actually, pleading is too soft. I want beg--”
“I'm begging you to shut the fuck up.” Lenore growled. She'd pushed up on her elbows to keep clear of another pin, but her legs still belonged to the Seattle Sadist. “Maybe Harker and Murray really are your friends, I can't imagine they'd deal with your whiny bullshit strictly for professional advanceRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Dufresne threw herself back with an audible THUMP, the change in position causing Lemarchand to sit bolt upright as even more strain was applied to her left ankle. “What do you say, Lenore?” Al asked. He could see she was fighting to push Dufresne's left leg off her wounded foot, but every flex and squeeze worked to stymie her efforts. “Need me to call it?”
The Raven shook her head again, though the grim expression on her face suggested she knew time was rapidly running out. Daphne must've known it too because she sat up and casually flicked out her right hand for a Bitch Slap that paintbrushed Lenore's cheek. “Admit it.” she ordered. “Tell the world I'm better or I'll put you on the shelf for the rest of the year.”
Lemarchand flipped hair off her face and locked dark eyes on Daphne's equally furious pair. “Huuuhhh... how're you going to do that? Let Harker hold my legs and Murray hold the chair while all you have to do is--”
“I CAN BEAT YOU MYSELF!” Dufresne shrieked at the top of her lungs! Burying a hand in Lenore's hair without even realizing she'd loosened her grip on the Raven's legs by doing so, Daphne yanked Lenore's head forward and reared back with her free hand for the biggest Bitch Slap of her care—“OOOOWWWWWWW BITCH!”
The Gatecrasher wailed in surprise misery when Lemarchand darted out a hand, grabbed hold of her tormentor's waistband and repaid the previous wedgie with an eye-watering example of the inverted variety! Forgetting all about the Figure Four as her waistband got dangerously close to her sternum Dufresne abandoned the hold and pounded away at Lenore's hand until the catty grip gave way. Soon as she was free Daphne scooted away as fast as she could, the cringing Sadist rolling over so her back was to the Fair & Radiant Maiden while she tended to her traitorous trunks.
As for Lenore, she did some backsliding of her own, all the way to the ropes in fact so she could either demand a break or dip out to the floor if Dufresne recovered too fast. Left knee drawn up snug against her chest, she gingerly rubbed and prodded at her damaged ankle before splitting focus to massage her right knee as well.
Not surprisingly it was D² who was first to her feet, the pain of the wedgie giving way to blistering anger as she realized the Raven had miraculously flitted her way free of an inevitable submission. Lemarchand was only a few steps behind, the lithesome grappler careful to keep all but the slightest weight off her left ankle as she leaned on the strands to help get back to verticality. “Better tell the man you can still walk, shit-bird.” Daphne hissed as she lined up her shot. “I don't want him calling for the bell the instant I get my hands on that gimpy leg of--”
“Oh, my leg's doing great.” Lemarchand touched her left foot to the mat, then jerked it up with a wince and hop that was only a slight exaggeration. “And it'll be even better once you've bustled over here and kissed it all bett--”
The Seattle Sadist rushed in with a sweeping low kick that would've cut Lenore's legs out from underneath if she hadn't managed a quick little rope-assisted hop at the last second. Twisting around so her back was to the other brunette when she landed, Lemarchand snatched the top rope with her left hand so she could throw everything else into the Back Elbow she JABBED into the point of Daphne's chin!
Dufresne staggered on the spot without ceding much ground, so Lenore dropped to all fours and crawled backward through her rival's legs, making sure to catch hold of her right wrist in the process. Standing up as soon as she was clear of those dangerous stems, Lemarchand glommed onto Daphne's left shoulder with her free hand and spun her around into a Standing Headscissors made considerably more troubling by dint of the fact that she'd snatched both of Dufresne's wrists and pulled them from between her thighs in a Double Pumphandle!
The FAWNatics bellowed in anticipation and more than a little incredulity, as they knew it took two good legs for the Raven to get hoist her burden all the way up for Nevermore and her left ankle was anything but good after the punishing Figure Four! Lemarchand seemed to know it too, as she grimaced and shook her head in disgust after one her first attempt didn't even get Daphne's heels off the canvas. Gritting her teeth for what came next, she dipped down, then hoisted up and spun the captured brunette off her feet! Those assembled had expected the Raven to flip Dufresne up onto her shoulders, but instead she stopped with the Seattle Sadist flipped ass over teakettle. Turning in a quarter circle more to keep her own balance rather than show off the opposition, Lenore let out a roar just as she hopped into the air and dropped to her butt to THAWHONK the crown of Daphne's skull into the canvas with a colossal Piledriver!
NEVERMORE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGPTXF9B4Ps
Blasted into a stupor by the unexpected head-drop, Dufresne slopped onto her back and offered nothing more than a soft groan when Lemarchand swung over and sat down in a Reverse Face Sit, the Fair & Radiant Maiden getting some torrid revenge for the wedgie by burying her rival nose deep in an ass-valanche. Hooking the other brunette's right leg behind the knee so she could draw it close in a snug Half Matchbook, Lenore bounced her hips in time with Carpenter's count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Lemarchand tossed the captured leg aside and raised both hands high overhead, the bendy-back hooking her thumbs together to create the raven sigil while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
“That's right, cutie.” Lenore waggled her hips against Daphne's softly protesting mug. “That's exactly what you're gonna get whenever we go one on—oh fuckin' come on, dammit!”
LUCY HARKER:
The Raven's good mood soured the instant she spotted Mina Murray shooting down the ramp like a vengeful blonde comet! As if Mina wasn't trouble enough, a ripple in her peripheral vision told Lemarchand the right was also cut off, so she dipped off her perch and skidded under the bottom rope just as Lucy Harker shot in from the other side! Another instant and Lenore was over the guardrail, the winner forced into a strategic retreat to stay clear of the Scandalous blonde, who was still headed straight for her. Lemarchand had expected Murray to stop when she reached the barricade, but damned if Mina didn't leap over and keep coming.
“You wanna do this now?” Lenore murmured as she continued to backpedal. “That's fine with me. But if you choose the venue,” she dipped into one aisle, snatched an empty chair and snapped it closed with an audible CLANK, “I choose the weapons.”
The sight of the chair brought Mina to a halt, the icy-eyed blonde glancing over her shoulder to see if the rest of Wicked had her back. Alas the trio was still split, with Lucy taking a defensive position over Daphne, who'd recently made it to one knee. “Come on, Mina.” Lenore chided. “Grab yourself a chair if you'd like, I'll wait. I'm sure you'll do better than those other losers when we're one on one.”
Murray rolled her shoulders and balled her hands into fists, but she didn't advance. “Put the chair down and I will, bitch.”
“Send your girls to the back and I'll consider it. Long as they're here, I'll just keep this close.”
Mina gnashed her teeth, took a half step forward, then appeared to think better of it. “I know you think Daph is the end game in all of this.” she said grimly. “No way either of you lets things stand at one and one. But she and Luce have both had their shots at you, which means I'm up next. You want one on one? I'll give you one on one, shit-bird. And when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left for Daphne to mop up.”
“Promises, promises.” Lenore murmured. “Keep talking like that and I'll give you the ride meant for your girl.”
Mina snorted, raked a hand through her hair and flipped the brunette off before backpedaling toward the squared circle. “Stay healthy, Lemarchand.” she sneered. “I want you at a hundred percent before I reduce you to zero.”
Lenore favored her with a taunting smile. “Better than you have tried, Shemp. They failed and you'll fail worse.”
Murray kissed her fingertips and smacked them against one denim-sheathed hip as she turned away to rejoin her compatriots.
Lenore watched her go, a turbulent expression playing out on her face. She was delighted to even the score against Dufresne, no question. But she hated being chased from the ring like a loser, even when it was her name echoing in the rafters. Right then and there she promised she'd be standing tall in the center of the squared circle at the end of her next match with the Wicked assholes. One way or the other she was going to overcome those odds, even if it meant leaving a pile of brats in her wake.