Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 23:03:31 GMT
The Announcer waited for a lull in the general cacophony before he raised his mic and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please turn your attention to the FAWNtron, there's business to attend to at The Madhouse.
Several thousand eyes locked on the giant screen over the stage. After a moment, the Spring Break logo faded into a tracking shot racing down a well kept section of two-lane blacktop somewhere in the wilds of Volusia County. Suddenly the camera made a sharp turn to the left, cruising between a set of wrought iron gates to continue its trek up a winding driveway that seemed to be nothing but hairpin turns. In less than a minute the road crested a small hill and the woods gave way to reveal the former Harrenhal Mental Health Institute reborn as the promotion’s premiere training facility, not just in the southeast, but the whole country.
For the uninitiated, its official name was the Harrenhal Proving Ground but the unofficial (and far more common) name was ‘The Madhouse’ and it wasn't hard to see why. Seeming to crouch in the center of a wide green clearing, the former asylum no longer had need of razor-wire fences and guard stations, but it was still a formidable pile of gleaming white masonry, pin-holed here and there with narrow doors and tiny black windows that looked more watchful than mere architecture should have been capable.
Aware that the camera was rapidly approaching the double doors of the main entrance, the Spring Break revelers drew back in their seats and dozens more held their breath until they’d been whisked over that ominous threshold. Not that the interior was much more welcoming, think the House on Haunted Hill as designed by Sir Robert Smirk. Keeping to a more or less straight line, the camera swept across the wide, empty lobby and ascended the sweeping central staircase before turning right at the second floor landing. Now a narrower, darker stretch of hall, followed by a dip to the left that led deeper into the heart of Harrenhal. Finally, the journey slowed in front of a heavy wooden door, outside which Al Carpenter waited all by his lonesome.
The bronze nameplate on the door held two words. SPIDER’S NEST
It opened with a suitably Gothic creaaaaaaaaaak and the camera ventured inside, allowing the morbidly curious FAWNatics to catch a glimpse of Eve Choldstone's most vicious creation
Housed in a room roughly half the size of a standard gymnasium, the Spider’s Nest was, at first glance, the basic model FAWN steel cage -- Sturdy black steel bars made up the frame while flexible but unforgiving chain-link fence filled the gaps, making sure nothing much bigger than a clenched fist could reach in from the outside. A second glance though, that’s where the Fallen Angel's influence became obvious. Hanging from the center of the cage ceiling was what could only be described as a spider’s web of steel chain. Arranged in a cylinder and hanging all the way to the floor (where it puddled in unpleasant clumps) the ‘nest’ was perhaps six or seven feet in diameter, its single jostling wall made of a mismatched variety of circular steel links. Some near the bottom were large enough to crawl through, others were well sized for hands and feet, still others wouldn’t be good for anything other than abrading an opponent’s skin. By this point most everyone was wondering why anyone in their right mind would attempt to crawl through such a monstrosity. The camera showed them why, zooming silently through the links to angle down and reveal a veritable maniac's treasure trove of steel chairs, kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, a trash can, even a full-sized STOP sign awaited anyone brave (or foolish) enough to venture inside.
About that time the shot faded to real time wide shot of the Nest, one that revealed a small audience (all winners of various social media contests in the last six weeks or so) and Al Carpenter, the latter stepping inside wearing the displeased grimace of someone treading desecrated ground.
A moment passed before the Announcer resumed speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and can only be won by submission or knock out. Additionally, any woman who can lay her hands upon any of the weapons housed within the Spider's Nest may use them as she sees fit. Now, introducing first—”
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 front and center in a pair of open double doors at the far end of the room. Stifling a sigh as best he could, the Announcer tried yet again, “Introducing first, representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist beaming from ear to ear and hoisting the 'W' sigil that was her hallmark. For her third and final encounter with FAWN's most notorious shit-bird, 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.
Conspicuous by their absence were Lucy Harker and Mina Murray. Presumably this was a concentrated effort on the part of FAWN brass to keep the forthcoming contest unquestionably even, but the FAWN faithful knew in their heart of hearts that no mere paperwork would keep Scandalous at bay if they desired to make their presence felt. Even so, their absence didn't seem to bother Daphne at all, indeed she was all smiles and swagger as she started across the room to the cage where she'd destroy the Raven once and for all. Breaking into a sprint only when she was safely clear of the sad sack weirdos who'd actually hang around a freak show like The Madhouse when they weren't paid to do so, Dufresne loped into the cage and came to rest at dead center, the Gatecrasher clearly not intimidated by her formidable surroundings.
Al Carpenter was still trying (and mostly failing) to check Dufresne's pads and boots when the Announcer brought out the other half of this caustic equation. “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 hidden speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the fourteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Pushing through another set of doors at the sound of her name, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the cage 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, Lenore started toward the Nest bound and determined to finally subdue the threat of Daphne Dufresne.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first cage match in quite a while 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.
Entering the cage only after she'd gripped the side in both hands for a rough shake, Lenore let the door CLANG behind her without once taking her eyes off Dufresne. Daphne met her gaze without flinching, in fact she raised both hands and beckoned the other brunette forward. Lemarchand strode forward to meet the challenge and earned a loud cheer from those assembled when she juked around Al and went nose to nose with D² !
“Lets take it back to our corners, ok ladies?” Carpenter said over the hum of the crowd and the almost audible tension between the two women.
“Don't waste your breath, Al.” Lenore replied without looking his way. “Just ring the bell and try not to get in our way.”
Al didn't much like it, but he wasn't about to argue, not this early on. Nodding to no one in particular, he flicked a hand signal to the camera and shortly thereafter a canned 'CLANG' echoed through the cavernous space.
The cage had plenty of room for the brunettes to maneuver, but they could've occupied a phone booth with some real estate to spare for all the space they granted their rival. “Finally got what you wanted, shit-bird.” Daphne said with a smile that barely reached her lips, let alone her eyes. “So what're you going to do when you realize you're up against hopeless odds?”
“Well first, I'll knock Lucy and Mina's meddling asses right the hell out.” Lenore didn't miss a beat. “Then I'll get back to taking you apa—”
Daphne surged forward in a combination of chest bump and headbutt that rocked Lemarchand back on her heels before she caught her balance and returned the aggression with interest, both bendy brunettes now trying to walk clean through one another. “I don't need them to beat your scrawny ass.” the Seattle Sadist hissed through clenched teeth. “I'm just generous is all, letting my best friends have a shot at the most punchable face in FAWN.”
Lenore noted the insult, then shifted her head so she could lean forward and whisper into Dufresne's ear. “Better a punching bag than a throne, Daphne. Get ready, cutie. I'm going to grind the nose right off your fa—”
Daphne shoved her again, only this time she followed up with a whipping Bitch Slap that CRAAACKED Lenore's cheek hard enough to make ever member of the small audience cringe in their seat! Beaming as she noted the palm-shaped welt rising on her foe's pale features, Dufresne sidled in close and murmured, “Only place you're sitting is an ice bath, bitch. But me? I might just treat myself to a few moments atop that pointy little nose of—”
Lemarchand put some distance between them with a heavy shove, then erased the Slap Deficit and spiked the animosity that much higher by warming Daphne's cheek with a scathing, back-handed shot! “Treat yourself to a tub of Cherry Garcia and the comfiest sweat pants you own, honey.” Lenore chirped over the murmur of the crowd. “That's the only consolation a loser like you is taking out of this placNNNGGGHH!”
Daphne smote the other brunette across the chest with a stern Forearm Smash, then snatched a handful of hair to hold her in place while she delivered two, three, four more strikes! It would've been a whole lot more if Lemarchand hadn't thrown off Dufresne's rhythm with a hair-hold of her own, the Raven yanking her foe's head back far enough to open her up for a Headbutt that smashed against Daphne's mouth! Then she let loose with some retaliatory Forearm Smashes, though Lenore was careful to target the other wrestler's mouth and nose. Dufresne soaked up a veritable flurry before her head cleared and she returned fire with straight right hands to Lemarchand's forehead and brow! The escalation was noted and promptly met, both ladies choosing not to just exchange offense, but to plant their feet and simply unload on the hated other as quickly as possible!
This hockey style brawling didn't much appeal to Al Carpenter and he almost told them to break it up before remembering that such unpleasantness was perfectly legal within the confines of the Spider's Nest. Even so, he cleared his throat and said, “All right ladies, how about you open up those hands for—”
They did as bade only to sink those open hands into her opponent's hair and pull hard enough to elicit a shrieked curse! Happy to drag her claws along the Raven's scalp, Daph gave Lenore's noggin a violent shake and sneered, “Didn't you have the audacity to call yourself 'Hardcore' at some point? I think married life has made you soft, princessSSSOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand halved her grip so she could draaaaaaggg those talons down the side of Dufresne's face! To make matters worse, she slipped her index finger into the corner of Daphne's mouth and pulled like she meant to pop a hole in her foe's cheek! Stamping around in an awkward circle as Dufresne kept trying to remove great patches of her scalp, the Fair & Radiant Maiden countered, “Know what I think, Daph? I think leaning on two grubby little trolls all this time has made you complacent. That's why I'm gonna tear you to pieces tonigUUFFFHHH!”
Daphne interrupted with a Broadside Kneelift, then tacked on another for good measure. The second loosened Lenore's grip enough for the Wicked Queen to yank the claw out of her mouth, so it said a great deal that Dufresne rid herself of the fishhook only to chomp down on the base of her attacker's thumb! Lemarchand wailed and started pounding slaps against the side of Daphne's skull but she wasn't able to force a break until she grabbed hold of Dufresne's pinkie and cranked it back toward her wrist!
D² let out a curse and they disengaged with a mutual shove that probably would've escalated right back to brawling if Carpenter hadn't stepped in like a noble idiot. “Catch your breath.” he advised. “Then catch a few more and ask yourself if you're really going to be satisfied ending this rivalry with a barroom brawl.”
A ripple of cheers from the small crowd suggested they would be just fine with such a finale but Daphne and Lenore didn't move to engage even after Carpenter stepped out of the way.
Eventually Dufresne smoothed back her hair, 'flicked' her trunks against her waist and began to circle, which prompted Lemarchand to do the same. “Just so we're perfectly clear.” the Seattle Sadist noted as the pair slowly closed ground, their progress occasionally reset by a feigned lunge or a hand smacked against opposing forearm, “I am going to drag your face along every bit of this cage before I bind your wings with your own top. But since I've got all the time in the world... I suppose there's nothing stopping me from wrestling you to exhaustion.”
“Nothing but your inability to carry through on such a threat in any meaningful fashion.” Lemarchand snapped back. “You do talk a good game, I'll admit that much. But without Harker and Murray backing you up, you're nev—”
Daphne stormed forward like a woman possessed to sweep Lenore into a Collar & Elbow that perfectly exemplified the dislike between the brunettes by being a lot more 'mouth' than 'collar'! Crushing the Raven's cheeks between thumb and forefingers each showing white at the knuckle, Dufresne tummied up on the other bendy-back and forced her to cede several steps before Lenore planted her right foot like a kickstand. The resistance didn't stop D² for an instant, she just got right up in the Fair & Radiant Maiden's seething face and warned, “You better get them out of your mind right now, fucker. You wanted one on one? You GOT one on eeerrrggghhhhhh!”
Lenore grabbed hold of Daphne's wrist and wrenched the claw away from her face just to answer with her own clinch! Where Dufresne had squeezed the Raven pushed, Lemarchand setting the heel of one palm against her rival's chin to puuuuuuuuuuussssssssssssh her head back at an awkward angle that made it far easier to march Daphne toward the side of the cage. “Oh, you say they're not here and I'm just supposed to take you at your word? Your word is shit, Dufresne. Same as everything else about yOOFFFHH!”
Daph slowed down the other brunette's encroachment with a Broadside Kneelift across the tummy, then stopped it entirely with two more identical shots. Twisting free of Lemarchand's clutches immediately thereafter, the Wicked Queen hooked an arm over the back of Lenore's noggin and pulled her down into a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED against her chin!
The force behind it rocked Lenore up on her heels which wasn't nearly enough to get her out of harm's way. Catching a handful of hair before Lemarchand could stumble out of reach, Daphne tagged her adversary with a second European Uppercut and then a third, which dropped Lenore onto her butt! She didn't stay there long, indeed the Lady in Waiting rose to one knee at once, but the momentarily crumpling earned a delighted roar from Dufresne even as she filled her hands with the other woman's hair!
“What, too soon to take a seat, shit-bird?” she crowed. “Then get your ass up!”
Daphne yanked her woozy prey into a Side Headlock and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed for all she was worth, D² clearly trying to plant some cauliflower in Lemarchand's ears as she tromped over to the cage. “I thought scraping your face along the ropes was fun, can't wait to hear how you squeal when I OOOOWWWWW DAMMNNGGHHH!”
Lenore couldn't just slip out of the Headlock so she made it prohibitively expensive to maintain by sinking her teeth into Dufresne's grinding forearm! Catching hold of Daph's right wrist when the hold came apart, Lemarchand twisted 'round behind and forced the captured limb up between opposing shoulders in a nasty Hammerlock. In other circumstances she might've worked the hold until Dufresne made her let go, tonight Lenore simply raised her left foot, braced it against the small of her foe's back and kicked off hard enough to send Daphne flying into the links with a loud BWANG!
Dufresne hit hard enough to earn a groan, but the green-clad lovely was otherwise OK thanks to a tenacious grip on the cage. Or rather, she was ok up until the moment Lenore rushed in and took to the sky, the Raven bringing both knees to chest level to THWHUMP them between Daphne's shoulders! Catching hold of a half Waistlock as soon as her feet touched the canvas, Lemarchand palmed the back of Dufresne's noggin with her free hand and tried to force the other brunette's face through the black links!
“How's that feel, cutie?” Lenore growled as Daphne struggled to create some clearance. “Like that grind? Or are you finally starting to realize what it means to be locked in here with RRRGGHHH!”
Dufresne raised her right foot and STAMPED on Lenore's, making sure to twist her ankle upon impact. It didn't quite break the Courtier's grip, so D² raised her foot to try again and that's when Lemarchand drove a swift, pitiless Kneelift into her glutes! Two more shots put a real shiver in the Washington native's legs, thus allowing Lenore to repeatedly bash her rival's head against the side of the cage no less than half a dozen times. Each new impact brought a grimace from Daphne, but Lemarchand wasn't really satisfied until she stopped smashing and started scrubbing, the brunette working the side of Dufresne's face back and forth like she was trying to work out a particularly stubborn stain.
This rough treatment earned a cheer from the crowd and a garbled shriek from Daph, which in turn got a hardworking smile from the Raven. Pausing the punishment so she could lean in with all her weight against the other wrestler's back, Lemarchand huffed, “Had enough, cutie? This can end whenever you want, all you've gotta do is whine loud enough for Al to—”
“Fuck off.” Dufresne hissed. “I won't be satisfied until they're carting you out of here in a wheelbarrOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Lenore shifted both hands to the back of her opponent's skull and puuuuuuussssssssshed forward like she meant to force Daphne's whole head through the links of the cage! “Say it.” she demanded through gritted teeth. “Say it loud before I mangle your facNGGHH EEERRRRHHHHH!”
Daphne stomped her tormentor's right boot a second time, then set her foot down only to whip it up between Lemarchand's thighs in a vicious Mule Kick that made everyone in the room groan in sympathetic anguish. Correction, everyone save one, as Daphne Dufresne literally hissed with delight as she broke free of Lenore's grasp and swung 'round behind. Quick to secure a Half Nelson of her own, she bodied the Raven up against the steel and snuggled in so they were cheek to cheek.
“I could knock you out whenever I wanted.” she emphasized the point by spiking a Kneelift into Lenore's tailbone. “And rest assured, I'm going to kick your ass so thoroughly you'll wish for me to put your lights out. But I won't. You're not leaving this monstrosity until you BEG to submi--”
“Emily's right.” Lenore rasped. “You DO love the sound of your own voiRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Daphne pulled away, cocked her free arm and THWHAPPED a nasty Forearm Smash against the nape of Lenore's neck! The shiver that ran through Lemarchand's frame gave Dufresne all the time she needed to grab a handful of waistband and pull the other woozy bendy-back away from the cage. Half Nelson still in place, the Seattle Sadist strengthened her hooks with a Waistlock, then twisted around so her back was to the cage. A glance over one shoulder suggested another step or two forward would be a good idea, then D² got low and popped her hips to take Lenore up, over and what would've been down if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't BWANGED the back of her head and shoulders against the looming steel! Arc of descent rudely interrupted, Lemarchand dropped to a seat (scraping her back pretty handily in the process) and wrapped both arms around the back of her head presumably to confirm it was still in one piece.
All smiles now that she had Lenore flat on her ass, Daphne spared a look at the tangled 'Nest' in the center of the cage, then shook her head 'no'. Weapons were tempting, but right now she had work to do with her fists and feet. Rising to the latter shortly thereafter, she casually strolled away from her slumped rival only to twist around and rush back the way she'd came, Dufresne diving down and in to THWHAP a nasty Basement European Uppercut against Lenore's chin! The shot would've been nasty enough delivered in the center of the mat, with Lemarchand seated against the links it meant the back of her head hit the steel and whipped forward in particularly violent fashion! The Raven beat her heels against the canvas and actually tried to push to one knee, unfortunately for the Unkindness, Daph put a stop to that by bracing both hands against their heroine's shoulders and pushing her back down.
“Didn't you hear me earlier?” she sneered. “You're not going anywhere 'til you beg!”
Lenore didn't beg, but she muttered something that sounded far too defiant for Daphne's liking so the Wicked Queen paintbrushed her cheeks with a few slaps before she got up and strutted away. She was about three quarters of the way across the canvas when she peeled off another crisp about-face and rushed down the seated Courtier, Dufresne putting every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds into the European Uppercut she THWHAPPED against Lenore's jaw! No trying to rise this time, in fact Lemarchand slopped onto her side and would've stayed there if Daphne hadn't buried both hands in her hair and hauled her right back to that same slumped seat.
“No time to rest, shit-bird.” she leaned in and planted a teasing kiss on the other brunette's forehead. “We're just getting started!”
Lenore made a halfhearted effort to shove Dufresne away so D² treated her to a pie-face, then got up and strutted away with both hands in the air. This show of confidence earned her nothing but jeers from those assembled, though disdain quickly curdled to dismay when the Technical Terror reached the far side of the cage and immediately sprinted down her own back-trail! Taking to the skies when there were still several long strides between herself and the Courtier, Dufresne pivoted to one side and drew both knees up to her chest, a position she held until gravity brought her barreling down on Lenore. Only then did she piston those dangerous stems out full force, Daph just THWHUMPING her heels into the center of Lemarchand's dark briefs!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4g_o6xDu0
The Low Blow masquerading as a Hesitation Dropkick made Lenore shudder from end to end, in fact she was still twitching like a downed power-line when Dufresne caught hold of both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the canvas. No hesitation now, the Seattle Sadist trapped Lemarchand's shins beneath her armpits, then locked her hands in a S-grip and tugged up enough so that the grounded grappler was stacked on her shoulders. Didn't stay there long though as Daphne swiftly rolled Lenore onto her stomach just so she could step over and sit down DEEP on the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“Give up!” Dufresne demanded over the first round of pained groaning. Lemarchand didn't comply fast enough (read: five seconds ago) so Daphne bounced in place, the Wicked Queen engaging in some BMD-esque punishment by pancaking the Raven's hapless buns beneath the medicine ball of her glutes. “Give up, I said! Don't make me break your delicate little back, shit-bird!”
Lenore shook her head 'no' and waggled an index finger in similar fashion to reinforce her point. “Fuuuhhhh... fuck no. I can take whatever you've got, cutie. You wanna talk delicate? Let's talk about your ego, shall wRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Daphne stood up and sat right down just as quickly, the green-clad lovely sitting firmly in the center of her rival's back! “What was that?” Dufresne barked. “I couldn't hear anything over the sound of your vertebrae popping!”
“Hhhhrrrgghhhhhh...I said you can kiss my ass you trunk-mugging piece of shiAAAAARRRRHHH!”
Daphne eased up, slid back and sat down again, only now those domineering buns were flush against the side of Lemarchand's face! “Kiss it, bitch!” Dufresne waggled her hips to make sure there was no mistaking the 'it' she intended. “Kiss it and maybe I'll listen when you beg!”
Lenore didn't comply but that didn't stop Al from checking on his vulnerable charge. “What do you say, Lenore? You need me to call it, just tell—”
“Tuuuhhhh... tell that bitch she's got the boniest ass in FAWAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Slinging Lemarchand's right leg aside to free up her left hand, Daphne fashioned it into a blunt hatchet and delivered a swift Chop between her opponent's thighs! Two more Chops earned more thrashing, but Dufresne didn't really get the keening she was after until she clamped that five-tined claw to the Raven's crotch and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!
Lenore shrieked to wake the dead before chomping down on her own elbow-pad to stifle the worst of the noise. Not that muffling her anguish dulled it in the slightest, mind you. If anything it only got worse when D² narrowed her focus to a thumb and forefinger pincer. “Tap out, shit-bird.” Dufresne sneered. “I wanna hear both hands slapping that mat even if you're bawling as loud as you can. Let everyone know you're no match for mee—oooohhh bitch!”
The claw-augmented Half Crab was hellish, but the very adjustments that made it so difficult to endure also meant Daphne's perch wasn't as strong as it'd been when it was simply a Boston Crab. This came to light when Lenore braced her elbows against the canvas and pushed up only to slide backward under the other brunette! This adjustment brought immediate relief to her aching spine not to mention her undercarriage as Dufresne was forced to relinquish that grip to recapture Lemarchand's right leg after a few stubby kicks to the chest.
“Obnoxious bitch!” Daphne yoked Lenore up on her shoulders so she could deliver a few kicks of her own to the Raven's back. “You don't want to admit the obvious just yet? Fine. Then let's see how many ways I can torture you in the Nest.”
Shifting slightly so she was better aligned with that dangling tangle of chain mesh, Dufresne shot up on her heels then dropped back full length to peel Lenore off the deck and send her flying toward the Nest! The Lady in Waiting was in no condition to evade the menacing obstacle, she did however manage to get her hands up and rather than scrape her face raw by dropping to her knees after the initial collision, she hooked on and held tight until she managed to get her legs steadied out. Behind the Courtier, Daphne raised her right arm and gave that bicep a swat to let all the losers know she was ready with another of those dangerous Uppercuts.
As of yet oblivious to the other brunette's plan, Lenore took a deep breath and swung around to begin the next skirm—Dufresne exploded forward and pounced off her back (left) foot while simultaneously whipping her right arm around and up toward Lemarchand's jaw—NO!
Lenore twisted aside at the last second, leaving D² to crash into the side of the Nest with an awkward, jangling CLANG! The sagging, unstructured nature of the Nest ensured that Dufresne didn't bounce away like if she'd hit one of the exterior walls, in fact aside from smacking her right hip into the edge of the trashcan holding a lot of the plunder, she didn't take any damage at all. Not to say she escaped unscathed however. Indeed Daphne didn't escape at all because that errant Uppercut shot through a hole a little larger than her fist and just like that the Wicked Queen was tangled shoulder deep in Eve Choldstone's greatest creation!
Grimacing as the metal gouged into the meat of her upper arm, Dufresne tried simply pulling her way out and found she couldn't get enough purchase, the whole of the Nest just swayed and jostled along with her every move. “Get the fuck off me, dammit!” she snapped without really thinking about it. A bit more tugging proved useless until she grabbed hold of the dangling links with her free hand and began to push while pulling back with her trapped arm. At first there was nothing, then blessed relief as she slipped her bicep free and—THWHACK!
Lenore, who'd been lurking in her rival's left side blind spot, lashed out with a Roundhouse that smashed against the base of Dufresne's skull an instant before she fully freed herself from the Nest! The Sadist's knees went weak and she might've wound up tangled tighter than ever if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't snuggled snuggled in behind to keep her at least partially upright. Muscling D² around so she was pressed chest-first against the dangling links, Lenore hooked her fingers through some suitably sized gaps and yanked them tight against her foe's protesting features!
“Quit!” Lenore braced her left knee in the center of Dufresne's back and pushed forward even as she jostled the steel cobweb back and forth across Daphne's face. “C'mon cutie, you know you want out of this thing. So sob for the nice people and I'll let loose before it draws blood.
“Frrrrrgghhh...fuck you!” Dufresne couldn't decide if she should be clawing at the steel or Lemarchand's wrists as neither seemed to be doing much good at the moment. To that end she tried shifting her weight to deliver another Mule Kick, but the Raven was pressed in too close and every time a heel so much as left the canvas Lemarchand would drive that encroaching knee into her opponent's tailbone. “Nasty bitch!” Daphne's voice was slightly garbled by the proximity of the steel, but there was no disguising the pain and anger in her tone. “Fuckin' let go of me and fight fairRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore freed her left hand, curled it into a claw and raked it down Dufresne's back starting at the nape of her neck and going all the way to the curve of her glutes! As if that wasn't rude enough, she grabbed a huge fistful of those Wicked briefs and yanked them up well north of the other brunette's back! “Oh, NOW you want to fight fair?” Lenore sawed the wedgie this way and that to keep Daphne off balance long enough to catch her right arm in a Half Nelson. With that arm up and out of the way, Lemarchand relinquished the wedgie but continued to put her talons to work by reaching across Dufresne's tummy (so her fingertips tickled the Washingtonian's right hip) and raaaaaaaaaaaaking that well defined six pack no less than half a dozen times!
Daphne yowled, stamped her feet and managed a modicum of revenge when she plunged her left hand into Lenore's hair and pulled until she heard breath hitch in the Raven's throat. “Yuuuhh...you'll never take me in a one on one wrestling match.” D² explained even as she tried to bare Lenore's scalp. “That's why you're fighting like a desperate slut, it's the only way you can compete against meeeeeeeAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Cheers from the crowd and wails from Daphne when Lenore shifted from clawing to pinching, the vindictive brunette alternating between her opponent's breasts with almost manic intensity. “Is that how you're gonna console yourself when they Announce me as the winner?” Lemarchand huffed in her nemesis' ear. “That I only won because I'm a better catfighter? Guess that means you'll burst into tears if I tie you in a knot in the middle of this canvas and make you—”
“You'll never[/i] out-wrestle me, shit bird.” Daphne interrupted. “I'll shatter those hollow bones as soon as we go to the mat.”
Lenore actually stopped pinching, though she ran the ball of her thumb over the clearly-limned outline of Daphne's right nipple, much to the other brunette's disgust. “Is that so?” she murmured after several seconds of thoughtful silence.
“You know it is.” Dufresne hissed. “And they'll know it too, once you try to go hold for hold against meNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore flattened her pinchin' hand into a paddle and slapped it against the Sadist's left ear hard enough to make her head ring! Switching over to a double fistful of hair that let her drag Daph away from the Nest (and all the temptations lurking therein), Lemarchand took her rival out into deep water and quickly slung her left leg over the other wrestler's left thigh. In the same instant she angled her torso across Dufresne's lower back and threaded her left arm beneath Daphne's right bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to secure the Abdominal Stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEMouERUuhA
“Keep quiet, Al.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden told Carpenter when she saw him stepping up to the action. “Brat wants to go hold for hold and so do I.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” D² hissed as she worked against the painful contortion.
“You're gonna have to make me, cutie!” Lenore gave that straining tummy a condescending pat, then crooked her right hand into a claw and applied it to her rival's right thigh. With her left hand cupped over Dufresne's chin, she wrenched the green-clad lovely's head back and jostled in place to force Daphne into a crouch that got deeper and deeper with each passing second. “What's wrong, I'm not working it hard enough?” Lemarchand taunted after ten seconds with no escape from the Wicked Queen. “Maybe you need some more motivation to escape?”
Neither of these statements were true, she was working the hold extremely well and Daphne had all the motivation in the world, but the Abdominal Stretch was one of the Raven's favorites and she had it sunk in deep. Even so, she wasn't about to allow Dufresne the dignity of suffering in silence. Thus she relinquished the thigh claw just to jab that index finger deep into her opponent's navel! To make matters worse she hooked the index finger of her other hand into the corner of Daphne's mouth and pulled hard enough to make the trapped battler whine!
Happy to force scathing eye contact with her flagging rival, Lenore nuzzled in close and murmured, “You know this isn't actually an exchange if all you do is sit there and suffRRRGGGHHHH!”
D² was in no position to wriggle free of Lenore's grip so she grabbed hold of the Courtier's right thumb and did everything in her power to snap it off her hand! Of course Lemarchand wasn't going to simply allow such a tactic so she wrenched her hand away, but in doing so she threw off the delicate balance of the Abdominal Stretch and Daphne slipped away like a cool breeze!
Twisting around behind the startled bendy-back, Daph grabbed a shoulder in both hands and THWHUMPED a quick Headbutt into the base of Lenore's neck! From there she treated Lemarchand to a taste of her own medicine, the Seattle Sadist hooking her left leg over the Raven's left thigh while curling across her back so she could wrench back on her prey's right arm! Snuggled in against Lemarchand's left flank with her own Abdominal Stretch locked in deep, Dufresne raised her right hand to show off the Wicked 'W' for all assembled, then—“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAK YOOOOOOOO!” Lenore shrieked in shrill anguish when Daphne slipped that claw between vulnerable stems to secure an underhanded Crotch Claw!
“Ask her!” Dufresne snapped at Carpenter as she began to work the pair of submissions in earnest. “Bitch is wailing like she's ready to crawl out of here on her belly!”
“NEVER!” Lenore was clawing and slapping at Daphne's binding thigh, alas it didn't do nearly as much as the other brunette's own claw grip. “You vile, gutless brat! No wonder no one respects YOOOOOOOOO STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP THAT!”
D² switched from claw to wedgie, then to a round of pitiless pinching, Daph paying back the work on her nubs by focusing on the deep crease between thigh and buttock. “Who needs respect?” she sneered at the suffering Courtier. “I want your tears, shit-bird! Give 'em to me!”
“What do you say, Lenore? Need me to call it?” Al asked when he realized Dufresne had switched back to that nauseating undercarriage clamp. “
She immediately shook her head 'no', though she looked far from confident about the reply. “Puuuhhhhh... punk can't out-wrestle me. And she sure as hell can't out-catty meHHRRRGGHHH!”
Dufresne released her grip and shot that hand high overhead only to bring it swooping back through her opponent's stems, Daph using the momentum to flip Lenore off her feet and THWHUMP her down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH DRIVER @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuBgJeCFOeU
The high impact landing left Lemarchand stacked high and tight and if pins were allowed in the Nest Daphne would've been in prime position to end things then and there. As it was she released her hooks after a condescending swat to the other brunette's trunks, then spun to one knee and assessed the situation. Finding herself positioned between the Nest and her prey, D² considered using the moment to avail herself of a weapon before deciding on a slightly different approach. Sinking her fingers into Lenore's hair, Dufresne stood up and draaagged her burden across the canvas with mat-burn inducing quickness. Stopping only when she was almost backed up to the Nest, the Seattle Sadist dragged the Courtier to her feet, then switched over to a Chinlock and immediately dropped to a seat to once again THWHAM Lenore's head and shoulders against the deck!
Lemarchand's legs kicked up on impact but Daphne ignored them in favor of threading her thighs around the Raven's neck, her left calf snug against her foe's throat to secure a snug Figure Four Headscissors! Pushing up both hands for more leverage, Dufresne gave the hold a hard squeeze, then dropped to her butt to deliver a whistling overhand SLAP to the other brunette's vulnerable tummy! “Give up!” she demanded after three more slaps and a return to her previous elevated arrangement. “Or I'll pop your fucking he—rrrggghhhhhh! Oh, that how it's going to be?”
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaFATqKt5RE
Lenore's wildly kicking heels suggested she couldn't slip loose of her foe's gammy-grip, but she wasn't entirely helpless as evidenced by the way she'd gouged her nails into Dufresne's constricting thighs. A few more tummy slaps didn't stop the savage scoring, so Daphne returned an earlier indignity by targeting the Fair & Radiant Maiden's left breast with a callous pincer!
“My legs will last longer than your tits, bitch.” Daph warned even as she peppered Lenore's cheek with taunting slaps from her free hand. “You're no match for me, so just admit it while you still caOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand gave up the clawing, but only to snatch hold of the other brunette's right wrist and pull it close enough to chomp down on her forearm! Daphne squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Scissors and twisted the pincer with all her might, but Lenore wouldn't stop trying to gnaw her way out! Agonized and incensed in equal measure, the Wicked Queen glanced over one shoulder and broke into a ferocious smile at what she saw. Abandoning the nipple twist to thrust that hand through a hole in the nest wall, she struggled for a few seconds before managing to pull a Kendo Stick out onto the field of battle.
Denied one hand and holding her weapon maybe six inches from the bottom, D² couldn't light up her nemesis the way she really wanted to, yet her new find still turned the tide as soon as she jabbed the blunt handle into Lenore's crotch!
Bellowing with triumph as she wrenched her hand away from the Raven's maw, Daphne doubled down on her grip and just grrrrrrrrrrooooooouuuund the blunt bludgeon against her prey's trunks! “SUBMIT!” she barked over Lemarchand's keening anguish. “SUBMIT GODDAMMIT, YOU'RE FINISHED!”
“NUUUUUHHHHHHH NO!” Lenore couldn't keep the nauseated quaver out of her voice as she tried to tear the Kendo Stick out of Daphne's grasp. “GUUHH... GET OUTTA MY FUCKIN' TRUNKS YOU EVIL SLHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Dufresne wrested the Kendo Stick from Lenore's grasp, twisted it around ninety degrees and hooked it bneath the other brunette's chin to crank her head backward while still pouring it on with the Scissors! “Say it.” Daphne growled, her dark eyes gleaming with malice as glared down on the red-faced Raven. “Say it or I'll break your fucking ja--”
“You suck.” Lenore hissed. “Thuuuhhh...that what you wanna hear? Or maybe, 'great job carrying my bags, Daphne!' Of course that would be a lie and we both know—”
“FUCKER!” Dufresne twisted the Stick around again and raised it up like she meant to skewer Lemarchand right through the navel. Whether this was her actual plan or not remained a mystery because the wriggling brunette managed to twist her head to the side and sink her teeth into Daph's right thigh! D² shrieked in fury and pain but wouldn't give up her weapon so she broke the Scissors to escape Lenore's desperate chewing. Scrambling to her feet immediately thereafter, she rounded on the Lady in Waiting and hoisted the Kendo Stick high overhead just as Lemarchand rose to all fours—CRAAACK!
Groans from the audience and another shriek from Lenore when Daphne brought it down across her shoulders as hard as she could! “TELL THEM!” Dufresne screamed before delivering a second overhand shot, this one to her foe's fluttering abs. “TELL THEM WHO BEAT YOU!”
“EAT SHIT!” Lenore howled.
Daphne lashed her a third time, striking her foe above the left hip. “WHO ACCEPTED YOUR CHALLENGE? CRACK! WHO KICKED YOUR ASS? CRACK! WHO MADE YOU SCREAM? CRACK! WHO—”
“Couldn't get the job done?” Lemarchand rasped through clenched teeth. “None other that everyone's favorite wannabe Raven, Daphne DufresNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore had made it to her hands and knees so Daphne caned her across the shoulders one more time before throwing the Kendo Stick away in disgust. “You talk to her.” she spat at Al Carpenter. “It's her last chance to still have a career when this is over.” With that the Wicked Queen stomped over to the Nest to retrieve another piece of hardware, thus leaving the zebra to carry out her demand.
Unable to hide a wince at the sight of those welts crisscrossing Lenore's frame, Al set down on one knee and asked, “Can you continue, Lenore?”
Lemarchand nodded, albeit in slow motion, her hair hanging long and lank in her eyes. “Yeah. I'll be fine, Al.”
“I can't just let her keep teeing off on you, you know that. If you can't defend yourself I'll have to--”
“Do what you have to do.” she interrupted. “But this bitch hasn't earned my submission,” she pushed to her knees and trained furious eyes on Dufresne, “and she doesn't hit hard enough to earn a stoppNNNGGGHHH!”
Daphne, who'd freed a steel chair from the Nest while Carpenter was assessing the Raven, rolled up and delivered a kick to the Courtier's chest that folded Lenore backward over her own calves. “You're really gonna keep talking that shit when I've kicked your ass all over this cage all night?” Daphne opened the chair with a loud CLANK and set it down beside the smoldering ruin of her arch-rival. “I bet you're hoping that Lucy and Mina are gonna claw their way up through the ring to help me finish you off, but guess what, shit-bird? They're not even in the building! Because they KNOW I'm better than you, just like all these people KNOW I'm better than you.”
Working her hands into Lenore's hair, Dufresne scraped her off the canvas and set her in the chair, the touch of the cool metal earning an audible groan from the Raven. “After tonight, everyone's gonna know I'm better. And once FAWN's most overrated 'also ran' is in my rear-view mirror, I'm gonna do something you've never managed. “I'm gonna win the World Title.”
“Yuuuhhhh... you know those are singles matches, right?” Lenore muttered. “They won't let you tag Lucy and Mina whenever NNNGGGHH!”
Daphne hit her with a Headbutt and followed with a Scandalous-worthy Bitch Slap! “You're fucking done, loser.” Dufresne planted a kiss on the other brunette's forehead. “Enjoy the view from catering.” Backing away without another word, Daphne strolled to the far side of the cage where she paused to flip off that portion of the audience. Then she turned around and raced back the way she'd came, D² planting on her right foot and just launching off it to THWHAP her right bicep against against Lenore's chin like it was a crowbar wrapped in velvet!
ALPHA STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJSr2hmab04
The Alpha Strike bowled Lemarchand out of the chair and left her almost matchbooked before she slowly uncoiled and stretched out on one side.
As for Daphne, she got to her feet and stretched her arms wide so those assembled could bask in her bendy-backed superiority. “Count her out.” she snapped at the ref. “Bitch wouldn't quit so I knocked her the fuck out.”
Al wasn't quite sure about that, but he was equally uncertain as to whether the Raven could answer a ten count, so he cleared his throat and raised an index finger overhead. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...” A groan from Lenore, but no real movement, much to Daphne's delight. “SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT...”
Lemarchand pressed her palms and forehead to the mat and pushed up to her hands and knees. This wasn't actually enough to stop Carpenter's count, but the Courtier's continued consciousness was too much for Dufresne to bear so she stormed over and hauled her upright with a double handful of hair!
“They're going to take you out of here on a backboard, shit-bird.” Daphne hissed in the other brunette's ear. “And you only have yourself to blame.”
On that malicious note she leaned to one side, wrapped her arms around Lenore's waist Gutwrench-style and spun her upside down, much to the dismay of the crowd! Quick to halve the Waistlock so she could trap Lemarchand's thighs beneath her armpits one after the other, Daphne turned to all four sides of the cage to make sure everyone knew what came nex—“OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
With the Space Needle looming dangerously, a desperate Raven hooked her talons into the leg-holes of Dufresne's green briefs and yanked 'em hard enough to reduce glute coverage from a sporty two-thirds to a salacious one-fifth!
Knees shivering against that onslaught of traitorous lycra, Daphne shook her head 'no' and growled, “Too little, too late. Fucker. Hope the wedgie was worth getting your nose ground oFFFFNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lenore knew it absolutely wasn't, so she added a great deal more value to the exchange by craning her noggin back as far as she could just to THUMP a Headbutt into the other brunette's undercarriage! The unconventional Low Blow made D² lurch to one side, those sinewy stems under obvious strain as she fought to complete her finisher. Spotting the chair that Lenore occupied when Dufresne Uppercutted her into next week, the Seattle Sadist tromped in that direction even though the chair was knocked over with the legs pointed toward both combatants. “Pull and tear all you want, shit-bird.” she huffed. “It all comes to a stop when AAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Lenore gave the wedgie a final desperate yank, then released those distended togs to press both hands to Daphne's upper thighs. Pushing off until her arms were at full extension, the Fair & Radiant Maiden, dipped down just to push out the tiniest bit farther before she tucked her chin in close and whipped through Dufresne's parted legs with enough momentum to whip the Wicked Queen off her feet and BWONK her forehead against the outer edge of the upturned seat!
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lp8T5RfTESk
The chair skittered away and Daphne tumbled over with her hands pressed to her skull while both feet smacked an erratic tattoo against the canvas! As for Lenore, she flopped onto her back and laid there long enough for Al to come over and start a count. He'd reached 'THREE!' when Lemarchand raised both hands with the thumbs entwined, her Raven sigil earning an uproarious cheer from those assembled!
Didn't break Carpenter's count though, so she shoveled Daphne's legs to one side, then rolled in the opposite direction to rise to all fours. Spotting the chair as she steadied her breathing in the wake of the narrow escape, Lenore stood up and walked over to the hardware with a contemplative expression on her face. That look held steady as she picked the chair off the mat and closed it with an ominous CLANK.
“I heard the sound your head made when it hit this a second ago.” she told the green-clad battler after she'd turned around. “That couldn't have felt great, in fact, I'm not sure how you're still conscious. But you are, so here's a one-time offer. Stay down for the ten count and I won't hurt you any—”
“Ohhhh fuck OFF!” Dufresne cackled / groaned to the Courtier even as she rolled onto her hands and knees. “I just lit your skinny ass up with that Kendo Stick, you think I'm afraid to take your wors—”
BWANG!
Lenore raised the chair two-handed and brought it down flat across the other brunette's back! Daphne twisted onto her back, though very little of it actually touched the canvas as she seemed to be balanced on her butt and the crown of her skull. “Beg off.” the Raven ordered her nemesis. “Your pride may be able to endure in a wrestling match, but pitting it against my imagination? Honey, that's a fight NO ONE wi—”
“THE HELL I WON'T!” D² spun to one knee and fixed Lenore with a baleful glare. “I can take everything you've got, shit-bird. In fact, the only reason you're not already nose-deep in my ass is because you're desperate enough to—”
Lenore tossed the chair at Daphne's face but damned if the Seattle Sadist didn't catch it two-hand—BUWHANG! The Lady in Waiting stepped forward and kicked the steel as hard as she could! It bounced off Dufresne's forehead and she went down in a heap, her arms stretched out overhead in a boneless sprawl.
Hands on her hips, Lemarchand observed the situation for a long moment, though she didn't move until Al strode over to start a count. “Not yet.” she put a hand on his arm. “Girl says she can take everything I've got, I'm of the mind to see if she's right.”
Al saw her looking at the trash can inside the Nest and sighed. “Fine. But no cheese grater. We're still not welcome back in Skowhegan thanks to you.”
“That's entirely Roxanne's fault.” Lemarchand grumbled. “But fine. You have my word.”
Issue settled for now, Al thought his charge would go straight for the aluminum cache, instead she went around to Daphne's ankles and helped herself to both. Dragging her burden across the mat earned an audible groan and some wriggling from the Wicked Queen, not that either was nearly enough to prevent Lemarchand from hauling her over to the Nest. Stepping aside to better tend to the task at hand, Lenore forced Dufresne's legs through a pair of suitably-sized holes all the way up to the knees. She was still flat on her back so it wasn't exactly a Tree of Woe, yet the vulnerable grappler was still mired something fierce.
With Daphne mostly neutralized, Lenore moved around to the opposite side of the Nest, then dropped to one knee and reached through the only opening wide enough to let her bring the trashcan into play. Cheers from those assembled when Lemarchand got up with her prize in hand and strolled back to Dufresne. Dropping to one knee beside the other brunette's head, the Fair & Radiant Maiden set the can down so she could take hold of Daphne's wrists and quickly cross them over her chest. From there she went back to the can, turned it on one side (longways) and slid it beneath the back of Dufresne's head so that the aluminum conveyance swallowed her all the way up to the waist!
“Knew we didn't have anything big enough to hold all your garbage.” Lemarchand admitted once she'd pushed to her feet. “But this will do for now.”
The crowd was already cheering for violence and the Raven meant to oblige them, but not before she made sure things were absolutely perfect. To that end she looked around, spotted the chair and helped herself to it. Simply walloping the trashcan with her new bludgeon would've satisfied most everyone save for Lenore herself (and D² of course, not that her opinion carried the slightest bit of weight) so rather than simply swing away she scouted out possible locations and after a bit of pondering she set the chair down a few yards from Daphne's left with the seat pointed toward the cage wall. Murmurs from everyone outside the cage when Lemarchand backed toward the edge, even Al looked puzzled as to just what the brunette had planned.
Thankfully illumination was not long in coming.
Dipping into a slight crouch when she'd backpedaled as far as the structure would allow, Lenore waited half a heartbeat then raced straight for the chair! While not known for reaching the same rarefied air as some of FAWN's other high flyers, the Raven still demonstrated admirable wings as she hopped onto the seat, then braced one foot on the back of the headrest and took to the skies, Lemarchand tucking her chin tight to her sternum as she lowered her head and tumbled through a short, steeply angled dive that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds KERUNCH-THWHUMPING down back-first across that defenseless aluminum can!
Teeth bared in a grimace even after the perfect execution, Lenore rolled to one knee and pounded her palms against the mat before hooking her thumbs together to raise the raven sigil once more. Rising up amidst a round of applause, the purple-clad battler hooked onto the chair and pulled it offa Daphne only to flip it over so the least punished side was facing up. “Things are looking bad for you, cutie.” Lenore buried a hand in Dufresne's hair and gave it a shake to reinforce the point. “You want to give it up before it gets even worse?”
Damned if the Seattle Sadist didn't sit up and throw a few woozy punches at her rival's midsection. “Fuuuuuhhhhh...fuuuuuuuhhhh....fuck off shit-bird.” she wheezed. “I'm better than you, no matter what these people thinNGH!”
Lemarchand clouted her with a quick Kneelift between the eyes, then dragged the Wicked Queen upright just to draw her down into a Standing Headscissors. Once that was done she leaned over Daphne's back so she could reach through those parted stems and grab not one, but both wrists. A single strong tug completed the Double Pumphandle and a bit of turning / maneuvering had both brunettes positioned directly in front of the ominously placed trashcan. Allowing herself a smirk as the noise began to rise, Lenore hunkered down to gather her strength, then yanked up to flip / spin Daphne up onto her shoulders for what would've been a Powerbomb if she hadn't stepped back and YANKED hard on Dufresne's trapped wrists. Doing so stretched Daph out like a white flag one that came crashing down the instant Lenore dropped to a seat and KERUNCH-THWHAMMED D² down chest-first atop the now thoroughly flattened trashcan!
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Seated with Daphne sprawled between her legs, Lemarchand allowed herself only a moment to breathe before she hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled the other brunette onto her back. Careful to keep Dufresne's gaze focused directly overhead, Lenore rose to her knees, then clambered into position and sat down hard, the Lady's long wait finally over as she secured a Reverse Face Sit that wouldn't end after a paltry three count. Biting her bottom lip as she settled into the best seat possible, Lenore collected Daphne's wrists and stuffed them into the pit of her stomach while simultaneously bracing the soles of her boots against the prone wrestler's head. Rolling her hips ever so slightly, she took care to engulf her rival's nose in buttock while keeping the tiniest bit of breathing room between Dufresne's mouth and her encroaching undercarriage.
“Well look at that, you've gone and made it worse.” Lenore smiled, wiggled her hips from side to side to the delight of the audience. “Or a helluva a lot better, depending on your point of view. You enjoying the view, Daphne?”
The question earned some lascivious whistles from the audience, but nothing save a spat of furious wriggling and growling from the pinned wrestler. Lemarchand held on tight, being careful to grind Dufresne's captured hands back and forth against the pit of her stomach if only to ensure her seat couldn't draw a full breath. Another hip waggle and a timely clench earned a cheer and a groan, the former from the FAWNatics, the latter from Daphne. “I asked you a question, cutie.” Lenore switched control of Dufresne's wrists to one hand so she could PWAK a few quick punches into the other brunette's belly. “And you're in no position to deny me an answer. So I'll ask you again. Are (PWAK!) you (PWAK!) enjoying (PWAK!) the (PWAK!) view?” (PWAK!)
Daphne planted her feet and bridged up, an effort that looked remarkably strong until the Raven opened up her punching hand and simply pushed down to force her foe's hips back to the canvas. Fighting to maintain her composure in spite of the humiliating predicament, D² huffed, “I'd enjoy it a hell of a lot more if this nasty ass wasn't in my face.”
Lenore smiled knowingly and punished her rival with a slow motion hip roll that threatened to sweep her undercarriage down the full length of Dufresne's defenseless features. “That's hurtful, Daph. The crowd seems to like you down there just fine. So do I, actually. That cute little nose of yours—“
Daphne squirmed to life once more, her efforts forcing Lemarchand to double down on the hand control once again. Only for a few seconds though, a round of aggressive jouncing slowed the Seattle Sadist to the point that the Fair & Radiant Maiden was able to prize her rival's hands in opposite directions and stuff them, one right after another, beneath Daphne's struggling glutes. “GET OFF ME!” Dufresne barked, the sound of it understandably muffled by the Raven's tail feathers. “GET OFF ME RIGHT NOW YOU HATEFUL BIOOOOOWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Satisfied that she'd neutralized Daphne's hands, Lenore curled her left into a talon and affixed it to the center of her rival's dark green trunks! Not content to merely squeeze, Lemarchand jostled her wrist back and forth, and up and down while occasionally relaxing her grip so she could raaaaaaaaake from buttocks to belly button before reapplying the grip harder than before. “Submit.”she ordered after several agonizing seconds ticked off the clock. “Right now, or I'll give you exactly what you deserve. You know I—”
“FUDGH YOO!” Dufresne squealed as she twisted her hips this way and that in a vain attempt to escape the cruel claw. “AYE WOND SUHBMID TO AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STAHP!”
Lenore, who'd stopped her attack just long enough to slip that dangerous talon beneath Daphne's waistband do not stop. In fact she squeezed all the harder and may have set some fingers to a different purpose if the rhythmic bulging of those distended trunks was any indication. The Raven didn't much care for resorting to the 9-11, for one it felt cheap and two, she had some very bad memories of suffering this particular humiliation only a few years prior. Still, no one would argue that Dufresne hadn't earned the classic 'Old School' treatment and if dusting off this particular bit of nastiness finally got Portia to poke her head up from whatever off the books compound she was currently hidden away in, well, so much the bett—“GHIV!”
Daphne beat her heels against the canvas and rocked her hips this way and that, the Seattle Sadist throwing herself into an awful, agonizing full body shudder to make sure Carpenter knew she'd had enough of this bitch's vile grip. “GHIV!” she sobbed again even as the bell CLANGED dimly in the distance. “AYE GHIV, JUSD GEDHOFFA MEE YOO FHUGGIN OOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Lenore squeezed for all she was worth, her show of white-knuckle ferocity shooting Daphne's legs up in a high, helpless bridge. “Say my name, loser.” They'd already announced her the winner, but Lemarchand didn't care. She'd heard him say her name hundreds of times, if not thousands. Daphne though... “You want to breathe again? Then say my name. Say it loud enough to remind all these people just who runs this goddamned Mad Hou—”
“LHENOOR!” Dufresne keened. “LHENOOR! LHENOOR! LHENOOR!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden released with a flourish that included wiping her fingers on the other brunette's gulping tummy. Upright a moment later, she swayed on the spot and didn't argue when Al put a steadying hand on her shoulder.
“Let's leave it there, ok, Lenore?” he asked quietly. “The scales are balanced, no need to take it any further.”
“Almost balanced.” she corrected after a deep breath. Threading her thumbs together, she raised her left foot and planted it on Daphne's chest just before raising the raven sigil to cacophonous applause.
“You can have all the muscle in the world.” she told the camera after the Unkindness had taken flight. “All the seconds, all the back-up, all the contingency plans you'd ever possibly need. Just know this. If you wrong me and don't get the job done, I will burn may way through each and every obstacle until you're the only one left and I'm rap, tap, tapping on your chamber door. And once we're all alone? That's when I take my vengeance. My seat. Your pride. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.”
Several thousand eyes locked on the giant screen over the stage. After a moment, the Spring Break logo faded into a tracking shot racing down a well kept section of two-lane blacktop somewhere in the wilds of Volusia County. Suddenly the camera made a sharp turn to the left, cruising between a set of wrought iron gates to continue its trek up a winding driveway that seemed to be nothing but hairpin turns. In less than a minute the road crested a small hill and the woods gave way to reveal the former Harrenhal Mental Health Institute reborn as the promotion’s premiere training facility, not just in the southeast, but the whole country.
For the uninitiated, its official name was the Harrenhal Proving Ground but the unofficial (and far more common) name was ‘The Madhouse’ and it wasn't hard to see why. Seeming to crouch in the center of a wide green clearing, the former asylum no longer had need of razor-wire fences and guard stations, but it was still a formidable pile of gleaming white masonry, pin-holed here and there with narrow doors and tiny black windows that looked more watchful than mere architecture should have been capable.
Aware that the camera was rapidly approaching the double doors of the main entrance, the Spring Break revelers drew back in their seats and dozens more held their breath until they’d been whisked over that ominous threshold. Not that the interior was much more welcoming, think the House on Haunted Hill as designed by Sir Robert Smirk. Keeping to a more or less straight line, the camera swept across the wide, empty lobby and ascended the sweeping central staircase before turning right at the second floor landing. Now a narrower, darker stretch of hall, followed by a dip to the left that led deeper into the heart of Harrenhal. Finally, the journey slowed in front of a heavy wooden door, outside which Al Carpenter waited all by his lonesome.
The bronze nameplate on the door held two words. SPIDER’S NEST
It opened with a suitably Gothic creaaaaaaaaaak and the camera ventured inside, allowing the morbidly curious FAWNatics to catch a glimpse of Eve Choldstone's most vicious creation
Housed in a room roughly half the size of a standard gymnasium, the Spider’s Nest was, at first glance, the basic model FAWN steel cage -- Sturdy black steel bars made up the frame while flexible but unforgiving chain-link fence filled the gaps, making sure nothing much bigger than a clenched fist could reach in from the outside. A second glance though, that’s where the Fallen Angel's influence became obvious. Hanging from the center of the cage ceiling was what could only be described as a spider’s web of steel chain. Arranged in a cylinder and hanging all the way to the floor (where it puddled in unpleasant clumps) the ‘nest’ was perhaps six or seven feet in diameter, its single jostling wall made of a mismatched variety of circular steel links. Some near the bottom were large enough to crawl through, others were well sized for hands and feet, still others wouldn’t be good for anything other than abrading an opponent’s skin. By this point most everyone was wondering why anyone in their right mind would attempt to crawl through such a monstrosity. The camera showed them why, zooming silently through the links to angle down and reveal a veritable maniac's treasure trove of steel chairs, kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, a trash can, even a full-sized STOP sign awaited anyone brave (or foolish) enough to venture inside.
About that time the shot faded to real time wide shot of the Nest, one that revealed a small audience (all winners of various social media contests in the last six weeks or so) and Al Carpenter, the latter stepping inside wearing the displeased grimace of someone treading desecrated ground.
A moment passed before the Announcer resumed speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and can only be won by submission or knock out. Additionally, any woman who can lay her hands upon any of the weapons housed within the Spider's Nest may use them as she sees fit. Now, introducing first—”
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 front and center in a pair of open double doors at the far end of the room. Stifling a sigh as best he could, the Announcer tried yet again, “Introducing first, representing Wicked, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
The strobes lessened enough to reveal the Seattle Sadist beaming from ear to ear and hoisting the 'W' sigil that was her hallmark. For her third and final encounter with FAWN's most notorious shit-bird, 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.
Conspicuous by their absence were Lucy Harker and Mina Murray. Presumably this was a concentrated effort on the part of FAWN brass to keep the forthcoming contest unquestionably even, but the FAWN faithful knew in their heart of hearts that no mere paperwork would keep Scandalous at bay if they desired to make their presence felt. Even so, their absence didn't seem to bother Daphne at all, indeed she was all smiles and swagger as she started across the room to the cage where she'd destroy the Raven once and for all. Breaking into a sprint only when she was safely clear of the sad sack weirdos who'd actually hang around a freak show like The Madhouse when they weren't paid to do so, Dufresne loped into the cage and came to rest at dead center, the Gatecrasher clearly not intimidated by her formidable surroundings.
Al Carpenter was still trying (and mostly failing) to check Dufresne's pads and boots when the Announcer brought out the other half of this caustic equation. “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 hidden speakers as score upon score of hand-made ravens took wing, the Lady in Waiting's ‘unkindness’ continuing to grow in the fourteenth year of her FAWN tenure. Pushing through another set of doors at the sound of her name, Lemarchand trained her eyes on the cage 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, Lenore started toward the Nest bound and determined to finally subdue the threat of Daphne Dufresne.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
For her first cage match in quite a while 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.
Entering the cage only after she'd gripped the side in both hands for a rough shake, Lenore let the door CLANG behind her without once taking her eyes off Dufresne. Daphne met her gaze without flinching, in fact she raised both hands and beckoned the other brunette forward. Lemarchand strode forward to meet the challenge and earned a loud cheer from those assembled when she juked around Al and went nose to nose with D² !
“Lets take it back to our corners, ok ladies?” Carpenter said over the hum of the crowd and the almost audible tension between the two women.
“Don't waste your breath, Al.” Lenore replied without looking his way. “Just ring the bell and try not to get in our way.”
Al didn't much like it, but he wasn't about to argue, not this early on. Nodding to no one in particular, he flicked a hand signal to the camera and shortly thereafter a canned 'CLANG' echoed through the cavernous space.
The cage had plenty of room for the brunettes to maneuver, but they could've occupied a phone booth with some real estate to spare for all the space they granted their rival. “Finally got what you wanted, shit-bird.” Daphne said with a smile that barely reached her lips, let alone her eyes. “So what're you going to do when you realize you're up against hopeless odds?”
“Well first, I'll knock Lucy and Mina's meddling asses right the hell out.” Lenore didn't miss a beat. “Then I'll get back to taking you apa—”
Daphne surged forward in a combination of chest bump and headbutt that rocked Lemarchand back on her heels before she caught her balance and returned the aggression with interest, both bendy brunettes now trying to walk clean through one another. “I don't need them to beat your scrawny ass.” the Seattle Sadist hissed through clenched teeth. “I'm just generous is all, letting my best friends have a shot at the most punchable face in FAWN.”
Lenore noted the insult, then shifted her head so she could lean forward and whisper into Dufresne's ear. “Better a punching bag than a throne, Daphne. Get ready, cutie. I'm going to grind the nose right off your fa—”
Daphne shoved her again, only this time she followed up with a whipping Bitch Slap that CRAAACKED Lenore's cheek hard enough to make ever member of the small audience cringe in their seat! Beaming as she noted the palm-shaped welt rising on her foe's pale features, Dufresne sidled in close and murmured, “Only place you're sitting is an ice bath, bitch. But me? I might just treat myself to a few moments atop that pointy little nose of—”
Lemarchand put some distance between them with a heavy shove, then erased the Slap Deficit and spiked the animosity that much higher by warming Daphne's cheek with a scathing, back-handed shot! “Treat yourself to a tub of Cherry Garcia and the comfiest sweat pants you own, honey.” Lenore chirped over the murmur of the crowd. “That's the only consolation a loser like you is taking out of this placNNNGGGHH!”
Daphne smote the other brunette across the chest with a stern Forearm Smash, then snatched a handful of hair to hold her in place while she delivered two, three, four more strikes! It would've been a whole lot more if Lemarchand hadn't thrown off Dufresne's rhythm with a hair-hold of her own, the Raven yanking her foe's head back far enough to open her up for a Headbutt that smashed against Daphne's mouth! Then she let loose with some retaliatory Forearm Smashes, though Lenore was careful to target the other wrestler's mouth and nose. Dufresne soaked up a veritable flurry before her head cleared and she returned fire with straight right hands to Lemarchand's forehead and brow! The escalation was noted and promptly met, both ladies choosing not to just exchange offense, but to plant their feet and simply unload on the hated other as quickly as possible!
This hockey style brawling didn't much appeal to Al Carpenter and he almost told them to break it up before remembering that such unpleasantness was perfectly legal within the confines of the Spider's Nest. Even so, he cleared his throat and said, “All right ladies, how about you open up those hands for—”
They did as bade only to sink those open hands into her opponent's hair and pull hard enough to elicit a shrieked curse! Happy to drag her claws along the Raven's scalp, Daph gave Lenore's noggin a violent shake and sneered, “Didn't you have the audacity to call yourself 'Hardcore' at some point? I think married life has made you soft, princessSSSOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand halved her grip so she could draaaaaaggg those talons down the side of Dufresne's face! To make matters worse, she slipped her index finger into the corner of Daphne's mouth and pulled like she meant to pop a hole in her foe's cheek! Stamping around in an awkward circle as Dufresne kept trying to remove great patches of her scalp, the Fair & Radiant Maiden countered, “Know what I think, Daph? I think leaning on two grubby little trolls all this time has made you complacent. That's why I'm gonna tear you to pieces tonigUUFFFHHH!”
Daphne interrupted with a Broadside Kneelift, then tacked on another for good measure. The second loosened Lenore's grip enough for the Wicked Queen to yank the claw out of her mouth, so it said a great deal that Dufresne rid herself of the fishhook only to chomp down on the base of her attacker's thumb! Lemarchand wailed and started pounding slaps against the side of Daphne's skull but she wasn't able to force a break until she grabbed hold of Dufresne's pinkie and cranked it back toward her wrist!
D² let out a curse and they disengaged with a mutual shove that probably would've escalated right back to brawling if Carpenter hadn't stepped in like a noble idiot. “Catch your breath.” he advised. “Then catch a few more and ask yourself if you're really going to be satisfied ending this rivalry with a barroom brawl.”
A ripple of cheers from the small crowd suggested they would be just fine with such a finale but Daphne and Lenore didn't move to engage even after Carpenter stepped out of the way.
Eventually Dufresne smoothed back her hair, 'flicked' her trunks against her waist and began to circle, which prompted Lemarchand to do the same. “Just so we're perfectly clear.” the Seattle Sadist noted as the pair slowly closed ground, their progress occasionally reset by a feigned lunge or a hand smacked against opposing forearm, “I am going to drag your face along every bit of this cage before I bind your wings with your own top. But since I've got all the time in the world... I suppose there's nothing stopping me from wrestling you to exhaustion.”
“Nothing but your inability to carry through on such a threat in any meaningful fashion.” Lemarchand snapped back. “You do talk a good game, I'll admit that much. But without Harker and Murray backing you up, you're nev—”
Daphne stormed forward like a woman possessed to sweep Lenore into a Collar & Elbow that perfectly exemplified the dislike between the brunettes by being a lot more 'mouth' than 'collar'! Crushing the Raven's cheeks between thumb and forefingers each showing white at the knuckle, Dufresne tummied up on the other bendy-back and forced her to cede several steps before Lenore planted her right foot like a kickstand. The resistance didn't stop D² for an instant, she just got right up in the Fair & Radiant Maiden's seething face and warned, “You better get them out of your mind right now, fucker. You wanted one on one? You GOT one on eeerrrggghhhhhh!”
Lenore grabbed hold of Daphne's wrist and wrenched the claw away from her face just to answer with her own clinch! Where Dufresne had squeezed the Raven pushed, Lemarchand setting the heel of one palm against her rival's chin to puuuuuuuuuuussssssssssssh her head back at an awkward angle that made it far easier to march Daphne toward the side of the cage. “Oh, you say they're not here and I'm just supposed to take you at your word? Your word is shit, Dufresne. Same as everything else about yOOFFFHH!”
Daph slowed down the other brunette's encroachment with a Broadside Kneelift across the tummy, then stopped it entirely with two more identical shots. Twisting free of Lemarchand's clutches immediately thereafter, the Wicked Queen hooked an arm over the back of Lenore's noggin and pulled her down into a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED against her chin!
The force behind it rocked Lenore up on her heels which wasn't nearly enough to get her out of harm's way. Catching a handful of hair before Lemarchand could stumble out of reach, Daphne tagged her adversary with a second European Uppercut and then a third, which dropped Lenore onto her butt! She didn't stay there long, indeed the Lady in Waiting rose to one knee at once, but the momentarily crumpling earned a delighted roar from Dufresne even as she filled her hands with the other woman's hair!
“What, too soon to take a seat, shit-bird?” she crowed. “Then get your ass up!”
Daphne yanked her woozy prey into a Side Headlock and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed for all she was worth, D² clearly trying to plant some cauliflower in Lemarchand's ears as she tromped over to the cage. “I thought scraping your face along the ropes was fun, can't wait to hear how you squeal when I OOOOWWWWW DAMMNNGGHHH!”
Lenore couldn't just slip out of the Headlock so she made it prohibitively expensive to maintain by sinking her teeth into Dufresne's grinding forearm! Catching hold of Daph's right wrist when the hold came apart, Lemarchand twisted 'round behind and forced the captured limb up between opposing shoulders in a nasty Hammerlock. In other circumstances she might've worked the hold until Dufresne made her let go, tonight Lenore simply raised her left foot, braced it against the small of her foe's back and kicked off hard enough to send Daphne flying into the links with a loud BWANG!
Dufresne hit hard enough to earn a groan, but the green-clad lovely was otherwise OK thanks to a tenacious grip on the cage. Or rather, she was ok up until the moment Lenore rushed in and took to the sky, the Raven bringing both knees to chest level to THWHUMP them between Daphne's shoulders! Catching hold of a half Waistlock as soon as her feet touched the canvas, Lemarchand palmed the back of Dufresne's noggin with her free hand and tried to force the other brunette's face through the black links!
“How's that feel, cutie?” Lenore growled as Daphne struggled to create some clearance. “Like that grind? Or are you finally starting to realize what it means to be locked in here with RRRGGHHH!”
Dufresne raised her right foot and STAMPED on Lenore's, making sure to twist her ankle upon impact. It didn't quite break the Courtier's grip, so D² raised her foot to try again and that's when Lemarchand drove a swift, pitiless Kneelift into her glutes! Two more shots put a real shiver in the Washington native's legs, thus allowing Lenore to repeatedly bash her rival's head against the side of the cage no less than half a dozen times. Each new impact brought a grimace from Daphne, but Lemarchand wasn't really satisfied until she stopped smashing and started scrubbing, the brunette working the side of Dufresne's face back and forth like she was trying to work out a particularly stubborn stain.
This rough treatment earned a cheer from the crowd and a garbled shriek from Daph, which in turn got a hardworking smile from the Raven. Pausing the punishment so she could lean in with all her weight against the other wrestler's back, Lemarchand huffed, “Had enough, cutie? This can end whenever you want, all you've gotta do is whine loud enough for Al to—”
“Fuck off.” Dufresne hissed. “I won't be satisfied until they're carting you out of here in a wheelbarrOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Lenore shifted both hands to the back of her opponent's skull and puuuuuuussssssssshed forward like she meant to force Daphne's whole head through the links of the cage! “Say it.” she demanded through gritted teeth. “Say it loud before I mangle your facNGGHH EEERRRRHHHHH!”
Daphne stomped her tormentor's right boot a second time, then set her foot down only to whip it up between Lemarchand's thighs in a vicious Mule Kick that made everyone in the room groan in sympathetic anguish. Correction, everyone save one, as Daphne Dufresne literally hissed with delight as she broke free of Lenore's grasp and swung 'round behind. Quick to secure a Half Nelson of her own, she bodied the Raven up against the steel and snuggled in so they were cheek to cheek.
“I could knock you out whenever I wanted.” she emphasized the point by spiking a Kneelift into Lenore's tailbone. “And rest assured, I'm going to kick your ass so thoroughly you'll wish for me to put your lights out. But I won't. You're not leaving this monstrosity until you BEG to submi--”
“Emily's right.” Lenore rasped. “You DO love the sound of your own voiRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Daphne pulled away, cocked her free arm and THWHAPPED a nasty Forearm Smash against the nape of Lenore's neck! The shiver that ran through Lemarchand's frame gave Dufresne all the time she needed to grab a handful of waistband and pull the other woozy bendy-back away from the cage. Half Nelson still in place, the Seattle Sadist strengthened her hooks with a Waistlock, then twisted around so her back was to the cage. A glance over one shoulder suggested another step or two forward would be a good idea, then D² got low and popped her hips to take Lenore up, over and what would've been down if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't BWANGED the back of her head and shoulders against the looming steel! Arc of descent rudely interrupted, Lemarchand dropped to a seat (scraping her back pretty handily in the process) and wrapped both arms around the back of her head presumably to confirm it was still in one piece.
All smiles now that she had Lenore flat on her ass, Daphne spared a look at the tangled 'Nest' in the center of the cage, then shook her head 'no'. Weapons were tempting, but right now she had work to do with her fists and feet. Rising to the latter shortly thereafter, she casually strolled away from her slumped rival only to twist around and rush back the way she'd came, Dufresne diving down and in to THWHAP a nasty Basement European Uppercut against Lenore's chin! The shot would've been nasty enough delivered in the center of the mat, with Lemarchand seated against the links it meant the back of her head hit the steel and whipped forward in particularly violent fashion! The Raven beat her heels against the canvas and actually tried to push to one knee, unfortunately for the Unkindness, Daph put a stop to that by bracing both hands against their heroine's shoulders and pushing her back down.
“Didn't you hear me earlier?” she sneered. “You're not going anywhere 'til you beg!”
Lenore didn't beg, but she muttered something that sounded far too defiant for Daphne's liking so the Wicked Queen paintbrushed her cheeks with a few slaps before she got up and strutted away. She was about three quarters of the way across the canvas when she peeled off another crisp about-face and rushed down the seated Courtier, Dufresne putting every bit of her hundred and thirty-five pounds into the European Uppercut she THWHAPPED against Lenore's jaw! No trying to rise this time, in fact Lemarchand slopped onto her side and would've stayed there if Daphne hadn't buried both hands in her hair and hauled her right back to that same slumped seat.
“No time to rest, shit-bird.” she leaned in and planted a teasing kiss on the other brunette's forehead. “We're just getting started!”
Lenore made a halfhearted effort to shove Dufresne away so D² treated her to a pie-face, then got up and strutted away with both hands in the air. This show of confidence earned her nothing but jeers from those assembled, though disdain quickly curdled to dismay when the Technical Terror reached the far side of the cage and immediately sprinted down her own back-trail! Taking to the skies when there were still several long strides between herself and the Courtier, Dufresne pivoted to one side and drew both knees up to her chest, a position she held until gravity brought her barreling down on Lenore. Only then did she piston those dangerous stems out full force, Daph just THWHUMPING her heels into the center of Lemarchand's dark briefs!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4g_o6xDu0
The Low Blow masquerading as a Hesitation Dropkick made Lenore shudder from end to end, in fact she was still twitching like a downed power-line when Dufresne caught hold of both ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the canvas. No hesitation now, the Seattle Sadist trapped Lemarchand's shins beneath her armpits, then locked her hands in a S-grip and tugged up enough so that the grounded grappler was stacked on her shoulders. Didn't stay there long though as Daphne swiftly rolled Lenore onto her stomach just so she could step over and sit down DEEP on the Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“Give up!” Dufresne demanded over the first round of pained groaning. Lemarchand didn't comply fast enough (read: five seconds ago) so Daphne bounced in place, the Wicked Queen engaging in some BMD-esque punishment by pancaking the Raven's hapless buns beneath the medicine ball of her glutes. “Give up, I said! Don't make me break your delicate little back, shit-bird!”
Lenore shook her head 'no' and waggled an index finger in similar fashion to reinforce her point. “Fuuuhhhh... fuck no. I can take whatever you've got, cutie. You wanna talk delicate? Let's talk about your ego, shall wRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Daphne stood up and sat right down just as quickly, the green-clad lovely sitting firmly in the center of her rival's back! “What was that?” Dufresne barked. “I couldn't hear anything over the sound of your vertebrae popping!”
“Hhhhrrrgghhhhhh...I said you can kiss my ass you trunk-mugging piece of shiAAAAARRRRHHH!”
Daphne eased up, slid back and sat down again, only now those domineering buns were flush against the side of Lemarchand's face! “Kiss it, bitch!” Dufresne waggled her hips to make sure there was no mistaking the 'it' she intended. “Kiss it and maybe I'll listen when you beg!”
Lenore didn't comply but that didn't stop Al from checking on his vulnerable charge. “What do you say, Lenore? You need me to call it, just tell—”
“Tuuuhhhh... tell that bitch she's got the boniest ass in FAWAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Slinging Lemarchand's right leg aside to free up her left hand, Daphne fashioned it into a blunt hatchet and delivered a swift Chop between her opponent's thighs! Two more Chops earned more thrashing, but Dufresne didn't really get the keening she was after until she clamped that five-tined claw to the Raven's crotch and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!
Lenore shrieked to wake the dead before chomping down on her own elbow-pad to stifle the worst of the noise. Not that muffling her anguish dulled it in the slightest, mind you. If anything it only got worse when D² narrowed her focus to a thumb and forefinger pincer. “Tap out, shit-bird.” Dufresne sneered. “I wanna hear both hands slapping that mat even if you're bawling as loud as you can. Let everyone know you're no match for mee—oooohhh bitch!”
The claw-augmented Half Crab was hellish, but the very adjustments that made it so difficult to endure also meant Daphne's perch wasn't as strong as it'd been when it was simply a Boston Crab. This came to light when Lenore braced her elbows against the canvas and pushed up only to slide backward under the other brunette! This adjustment brought immediate relief to her aching spine not to mention her undercarriage as Dufresne was forced to relinquish that grip to recapture Lemarchand's right leg after a few stubby kicks to the chest.
“Obnoxious bitch!” Daphne yoked Lenore up on her shoulders so she could deliver a few kicks of her own to the Raven's back. “You don't want to admit the obvious just yet? Fine. Then let's see how many ways I can torture you in the Nest.”
Shifting slightly so she was better aligned with that dangling tangle of chain mesh, Dufresne shot up on her heels then dropped back full length to peel Lenore off the deck and send her flying toward the Nest! The Lady in Waiting was in no condition to evade the menacing obstacle, she did however manage to get her hands up and rather than scrape her face raw by dropping to her knees after the initial collision, she hooked on and held tight until she managed to get her legs steadied out. Behind the Courtier, Daphne raised her right arm and gave that bicep a swat to let all the losers know she was ready with another of those dangerous Uppercuts.
As of yet oblivious to the other brunette's plan, Lenore took a deep breath and swung around to begin the next skirm—Dufresne exploded forward and pounced off her back (left) foot while simultaneously whipping her right arm around and up toward Lemarchand's jaw—NO!
Lenore twisted aside at the last second, leaving D² to crash into the side of the Nest with an awkward, jangling CLANG! The sagging, unstructured nature of the Nest ensured that Dufresne didn't bounce away like if she'd hit one of the exterior walls, in fact aside from smacking her right hip into the edge of the trashcan holding a lot of the plunder, she didn't take any damage at all. Not to say she escaped unscathed however. Indeed Daphne didn't escape at all because that errant Uppercut shot through a hole a little larger than her fist and just like that the Wicked Queen was tangled shoulder deep in Eve Choldstone's greatest creation!
Grimacing as the metal gouged into the meat of her upper arm, Dufresne tried simply pulling her way out and found she couldn't get enough purchase, the whole of the Nest just swayed and jostled along with her every move. “Get the fuck off me, dammit!” she snapped without really thinking about it. A bit more tugging proved useless until she grabbed hold of the dangling links with her free hand and began to push while pulling back with her trapped arm. At first there was nothing, then blessed relief as she slipped her bicep free and—THWHACK!
Lenore, who'd been lurking in her rival's left side blind spot, lashed out with a Roundhouse that smashed against the base of Dufresne's skull an instant before she fully freed herself from the Nest! The Sadist's knees went weak and she might've wound up tangled tighter than ever if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn't snuggled snuggled in behind to keep her at least partially upright. Muscling D² around so she was pressed chest-first against the dangling links, Lenore hooked her fingers through some suitably sized gaps and yanked them tight against her foe's protesting features!
“Quit!” Lenore braced her left knee in the center of Dufresne's back and pushed forward even as she jostled the steel cobweb back and forth across Daphne's face. “C'mon cutie, you know you want out of this thing. So sob for the nice people and I'll let loose before it draws blood.
“Frrrrrgghhh...fuck you!” Dufresne couldn't decide if she should be clawing at the steel or Lemarchand's wrists as neither seemed to be doing much good at the moment. To that end she tried shifting her weight to deliver another Mule Kick, but the Raven was pressed in too close and every time a heel so much as left the canvas Lemarchand would drive that encroaching knee into her opponent's tailbone. “Nasty bitch!” Daphne's voice was slightly garbled by the proximity of the steel, but there was no disguising the pain and anger in her tone. “Fuckin' let go of me and fight fairRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore freed her left hand, curled it into a claw and raked it down Dufresne's back starting at the nape of her neck and going all the way to the curve of her glutes! As if that wasn't rude enough, she grabbed a huge fistful of those Wicked briefs and yanked them up well north of the other brunette's back! “Oh, NOW you want to fight fair?” Lenore sawed the wedgie this way and that to keep Daphne off balance long enough to catch her right arm in a Half Nelson. With that arm up and out of the way, Lemarchand relinquished the wedgie but continued to put her talons to work by reaching across Dufresne's tummy (so her fingertips tickled the Washingtonian's right hip) and raaaaaaaaaaaaking that well defined six pack no less than half a dozen times!
Daphne yowled, stamped her feet and managed a modicum of revenge when she plunged her left hand into Lenore's hair and pulled until she heard breath hitch in the Raven's throat. “Yuuuhh...you'll never take me in a one on one wrestling match.” D² explained even as she tried to bare Lenore's scalp. “That's why you're fighting like a desperate slut, it's the only way you can compete against meeeeeeeAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Cheers from the crowd and wails from Daphne when Lenore shifted from clawing to pinching, the vindictive brunette alternating between her opponent's breasts with almost manic intensity. “Is that how you're gonna console yourself when they Announce me as the winner?” Lemarchand huffed in her nemesis' ear. “That I only won because I'm a better catfighter? Guess that means you'll burst into tears if I tie you in a knot in the middle of this canvas and make you—”
“You'll never[/i] out-wrestle me, shit bird.” Daphne interrupted. “I'll shatter those hollow bones as soon as we go to the mat.”
Lenore actually stopped pinching, though she ran the ball of her thumb over the clearly-limned outline of Daphne's right nipple, much to the other brunette's disgust. “Is that so?” she murmured after several seconds of thoughtful silence.
“You know it is.” Dufresne hissed. “And they'll know it too, once you try to go hold for hold against meNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore flattened her pinchin' hand into a paddle and slapped it against the Sadist's left ear hard enough to make her head ring! Switching over to a double fistful of hair that let her drag Daph away from the Nest (and all the temptations lurking therein), Lemarchand took her rival out into deep water and quickly slung her left leg over the other wrestler's left thigh. In the same instant she angled her torso across Dufresne's lower back and threaded her left arm beneath Daphne's right bicep and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to secure the Abdominal Stretch!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEMouERUuhA
“Keep quiet, Al.” the Fair & Radiant Maiden told Carpenter when she saw him stepping up to the action. “Brat wants to go hold for hold and so do I.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” D² hissed as she worked against the painful contortion.
“You're gonna have to make me, cutie!” Lenore gave that straining tummy a condescending pat, then crooked her right hand into a claw and applied it to her rival's right thigh. With her left hand cupped over Dufresne's chin, she wrenched the green-clad lovely's head back and jostled in place to force Daphne into a crouch that got deeper and deeper with each passing second. “What's wrong, I'm not working it hard enough?” Lemarchand taunted after ten seconds with no escape from the Wicked Queen. “Maybe you need some more motivation to escape?”
Neither of these statements were true, she was working the hold extremely well and Daphne had all the motivation in the world, but the Abdominal Stretch was one of the Raven's favorites and she had it sunk in deep. Even so, she wasn't about to allow Dufresne the dignity of suffering in silence. Thus she relinquished the thigh claw just to jab that index finger deep into her opponent's navel! To make matters worse she hooked the index finger of her other hand into the corner of Daphne's mouth and pulled hard enough to make the trapped battler whine!
Happy to force scathing eye contact with her flagging rival, Lenore nuzzled in close and murmured, “You know this isn't actually an exchange if all you do is sit there and suffRRRGGGHHHH!”
D² was in no position to wriggle free of Lenore's grip so she grabbed hold of the Courtier's right thumb and did everything in her power to snap it off her hand! Of course Lemarchand wasn't going to simply allow such a tactic so she wrenched her hand away, but in doing so she threw off the delicate balance of the Abdominal Stretch and Daphne slipped away like a cool breeze!
Twisting around behind the startled bendy-back, Daph grabbed a shoulder in both hands and THWHUMPED a quick Headbutt into the base of Lenore's neck! From there she treated Lemarchand to a taste of her own medicine, the Seattle Sadist hooking her left leg over the Raven's left thigh while curling across her back so she could wrench back on her prey's right arm! Snuggled in against Lemarchand's left flank with her own Abdominal Stretch locked in deep, Dufresne raised her right hand to show off the Wicked 'W' for all assembled, then—“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAK YOOOOOOOO!” Lenore shrieked in shrill anguish when Daphne slipped that claw between vulnerable stems to secure an underhanded Crotch Claw!
“Ask her!” Dufresne snapped at Carpenter as she began to work the pair of submissions in earnest. “Bitch is wailing like she's ready to crawl out of here on her belly!”
“NEVER!” Lenore was clawing and slapping at Daphne's binding thigh, alas it didn't do nearly as much as the other brunette's own claw grip. “You vile, gutless brat! No wonder no one respects YOOOOOOOOO STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP THAT!”
D² switched from claw to wedgie, then to a round of pitiless pinching, Daph paying back the work on her nubs by focusing on the deep crease between thigh and buttock. “Who needs respect?” she sneered at the suffering Courtier. “I want your tears, shit-bird! Give 'em to me!”
“What do you say, Lenore? Need me to call it?” Al asked when he realized Dufresne had switched back to that nauseating undercarriage clamp. “
She immediately shook her head 'no', though she looked far from confident about the reply. “Puuuhhhhh... punk can't out-wrestle me. And she sure as hell can't out-catty meHHRRRGGHHH!”
Dufresne released her grip and shot that hand high overhead only to bring it swooping back through her opponent's stems, Daph using the momentum to flip Lenore off her feet and THWHUMP her down on the back of her head and shoulders!
ABDOMINAL STRETCH DRIVER @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuBgJeCFOeU
The high impact landing left Lemarchand stacked high and tight and if pins were allowed in the Nest Daphne would've been in prime position to end things then and there. As it was she released her hooks after a condescending swat to the other brunette's trunks, then spun to one knee and assessed the situation. Finding herself positioned between the Nest and her prey, D² considered using the moment to avail herself of a weapon before deciding on a slightly different approach. Sinking her fingers into Lenore's hair, Dufresne stood up and draaagged her burden across the canvas with mat-burn inducing quickness. Stopping only when she was almost backed up to the Nest, the Seattle Sadist dragged the Courtier to her feet, then switched over to a Chinlock and immediately dropped to a seat to once again THWHAM Lenore's head and shoulders against the deck!
Lemarchand's legs kicked up on impact but Daphne ignored them in favor of threading her thighs around the Raven's neck, her left calf snug against her foe's throat to secure a snug Figure Four Headscissors! Pushing up both hands for more leverage, Dufresne gave the hold a hard squeeze, then dropped to her butt to deliver a whistling overhand SLAP to the other brunette's vulnerable tummy! “Give up!” she demanded after three more slaps and a return to her previous elevated arrangement. “Or I'll pop your fucking he—rrrggghhhhhh! Oh, that how it's going to be?”
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaFATqKt5RE
Lenore's wildly kicking heels suggested she couldn't slip loose of her foe's gammy-grip, but she wasn't entirely helpless as evidenced by the way she'd gouged her nails into Dufresne's constricting thighs. A few more tummy slaps didn't stop the savage scoring, so Daphne returned an earlier indignity by targeting the Fair & Radiant Maiden's left breast with a callous pincer!
“My legs will last longer than your tits, bitch.” Daph warned even as she peppered Lenore's cheek with taunting slaps from her free hand. “You're no match for me, so just admit it while you still caOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Lemarchand gave up the clawing, but only to snatch hold of the other brunette's right wrist and pull it close enough to chomp down on her forearm! Daphne squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Scissors and twisted the pincer with all her might, but Lenore wouldn't stop trying to gnaw her way out! Agonized and incensed in equal measure, the Wicked Queen glanced over one shoulder and broke into a ferocious smile at what she saw. Abandoning the nipple twist to thrust that hand through a hole in the nest wall, she struggled for a few seconds before managing to pull a Kendo Stick out onto the field of battle.
Denied one hand and holding her weapon maybe six inches from the bottom, D² couldn't light up her nemesis the way she really wanted to, yet her new find still turned the tide as soon as she jabbed the blunt handle into Lenore's crotch!
Bellowing with triumph as she wrenched her hand away from the Raven's maw, Daphne doubled down on her grip and just grrrrrrrrrrooooooouuuund the blunt bludgeon against her prey's trunks! “SUBMIT!” she barked over Lemarchand's keening anguish. “SUBMIT GODDAMMIT, YOU'RE FINISHED!”
“NUUUUUHHHHHHH NO!” Lenore couldn't keep the nauseated quaver out of her voice as she tried to tear the Kendo Stick out of Daphne's grasp. “GUUHH... GET OUTTA MY FUCKIN' TRUNKS YOU EVIL SLHHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Dufresne wrested the Kendo Stick from Lenore's grasp, twisted it around ninety degrees and hooked it bneath the other brunette's chin to crank her head backward while still pouring it on with the Scissors! “Say it.” Daphne growled, her dark eyes gleaming with malice as glared down on the red-faced Raven. “Say it or I'll break your fucking ja--”
“You suck.” Lenore hissed. “Thuuuhhh...that what you wanna hear? Or maybe, 'great job carrying my bags, Daphne!' Of course that would be a lie and we both know—”
“FUCKER!” Dufresne twisted the Stick around again and raised it up like she meant to skewer Lemarchand right through the navel. Whether this was her actual plan or not remained a mystery because the wriggling brunette managed to twist her head to the side and sink her teeth into Daph's right thigh! D² shrieked in fury and pain but wouldn't give up her weapon so she broke the Scissors to escape Lenore's desperate chewing. Scrambling to her feet immediately thereafter, she rounded on the Lady in Waiting and hoisted the Kendo Stick high overhead just as Lemarchand rose to all fours—CRAAACK!
Groans from the audience and another shriek from Lenore when Daphne brought it down across her shoulders as hard as she could! “TELL THEM!” Dufresne screamed before delivering a second overhand shot, this one to her foe's fluttering abs. “TELL THEM WHO BEAT YOU!”
“EAT SHIT!” Lenore howled.
Daphne lashed her a third time, striking her foe above the left hip. “WHO ACCEPTED YOUR CHALLENGE? CRACK! WHO KICKED YOUR ASS? CRACK! WHO MADE YOU SCREAM? CRACK! WHO—”
“Couldn't get the job done?” Lemarchand rasped through clenched teeth. “None other that everyone's favorite wannabe Raven, Daphne DufresNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore had made it to her hands and knees so Daphne caned her across the shoulders one more time before throwing the Kendo Stick away in disgust. “You talk to her.” she spat at Al Carpenter. “It's her last chance to still have a career when this is over.” With that the Wicked Queen stomped over to the Nest to retrieve another piece of hardware, thus leaving the zebra to carry out her demand.
Unable to hide a wince at the sight of those welts crisscrossing Lenore's frame, Al set down on one knee and asked, “Can you continue, Lenore?”
Lemarchand nodded, albeit in slow motion, her hair hanging long and lank in her eyes. “Yeah. I'll be fine, Al.”
“I can't just let her keep teeing off on you, you know that. If you can't defend yourself I'll have to--”
“Do what you have to do.” she interrupted. “But this bitch hasn't earned my submission,” she pushed to her knees and trained furious eyes on Dufresne, “and she doesn't hit hard enough to earn a stoppNNNGGGHHH!”
Daphne, who'd freed a steel chair from the Nest while Carpenter was assessing the Raven, rolled up and delivered a kick to the Courtier's chest that folded Lenore backward over her own calves. “You're really gonna keep talking that shit when I've kicked your ass all over this cage all night?” Daphne opened the chair with a loud CLANK and set it down beside the smoldering ruin of her arch-rival. “I bet you're hoping that Lucy and Mina are gonna claw their way up through the ring to help me finish you off, but guess what, shit-bird? They're not even in the building! Because they KNOW I'm better than you, just like all these people KNOW I'm better than you.”
Working her hands into Lenore's hair, Dufresne scraped her off the canvas and set her in the chair, the touch of the cool metal earning an audible groan from the Raven. “After tonight, everyone's gonna know I'm better. And once FAWN's most overrated 'also ran' is in my rear-view mirror, I'm gonna do something you've never managed. “I'm gonna win the World Title.”
“Yuuuhhhh... you know those are singles matches, right?” Lenore muttered. “They won't let you tag Lucy and Mina whenever NNNGGGHH!”
Daphne hit her with a Headbutt and followed with a Scandalous-worthy Bitch Slap! “You're fucking done, loser.” Dufresne planted a kiss on the other brunette's forehead. “Enjoy the view from catering.” Backing away without another word, Daphne strolled to the far side of the cage where she paused to flip off that portion of the audience. Then she turned around and raced back the way she'd came, D² planting on her right foot and just launching off it to THWHAP her right bicep against against Lenore's chin like it was a crowbar wrapped in velvet!
ALPHA STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJSr2hmab04
The Alpha Strike bowled Lemarchand out of the chair and left her almost matchbooked before she slowly uncoiled and stretched out on one side.
As for Daphne, she got to her feet and stretched her arms wide so those assembled could bask in her bendy-backed superiority. “Count her out.” she snapped at the ref. “Bitch wouldn't quit so I knocked her the fuck out.”
Al wasn't quite sure about that, but he was equally uncertain as to whether the Raven could answer a ten count, so he cleared his throat and raised an index finger overhead. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...” A groan from Lenore, but no real movement, much to Daphne's delight. “SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT...”
Lemarchand pressed her palms and forehead to the mat and pushed up to her hands and knees. This wasn't actually enough to stop Carpenter's count, but the Courtier's continued consciousness was too much for Dufresne to bear so she stormed over and hauled her upright with a double handful of hair!
“They're going to take you out of here on a backboard, shit-bird.” Daphne hissed in the other brunette's ear. “And you only have yourself to blame.”
On that malicious note she leaned to one side, wrapped her arms around Lenore's waist Gutwrench-style and spun her upside down, much to the dismay of the crowd! Quick to halve the Waistlock so she could trap Lemarchand's thighs beneath her armpits one after the other, Daphne turned to all four sides of the cage to make sure everyone knew what came nex—“OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
With the Space Needle looming dangerously, a desperate Raven hooked her talons into the leg-holes of Dufresne's green briefs and yanked 'em hard enough to reduce glute coverage from a sporty two-thirds to a salacious one-fifth!
Knees shivering against that onslaught of traitorous lycra, Daphne shook her head 'no' and growled, “Too little, too late. Fucker. Hope the wedgie was worth getting your nose ground oFFFFNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lenore knew it absolutely wasn't, so she added a great deal more value to the exchange by craning her noggin back as far as she could just to THUMP a Headbutt into the other brunette's undercarriage! The unconventional Low Blow made D² lurch to one side, those sinewy stems under obvious strain as she fought to complete her finisher. Spotting the chair that Lenore occupied when Dufresne Uppercutted her into next week, the Seattle Sadist tromped in that direction even though the chair was knocked over with the legs pointed toward both combatants. “Pull and tear all you want, shit-bird.” she huffed. “It all comes to a stop when AAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Lenore gave the wedgie a final desperate yank, then released those distended togs to press both hands to Daphne's upper thighs. Pushing off until her arms were at full extension, the Fair & Radiant Maiden, dipped down just to push out the tiniest bit farther before she tucked her chin in close and whipped through Dufresne's parted legs with enough momentum to whip the Wicked Queen off her feet and BWONK her forehead against the outer edge of the upturned seat!
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lp8T5RfTESk
The chair skittered away and Daphne tumbled over with her hands pressed to her skull while both feet smacked an erratic tattoo against the canvas! As for Lenore, she flopped onto her back and laid there long enough for Al to come over and start a count. He'd reached 'THREE!' when Lemarchand raised both hands with the thumbs entwined, her Raven sigil earning an uproarious cheer from those assembled!
Didn't break Carpenter's count though, so she shoveled Daphne's legs to one side, then rolled in the opposite direction to rise to all fours. Spotting the chair as she steadied her breathing in the wake of the narrow escape, Lenore stood up and walked over to the hardware with a contemplative expression on her face. That look held steady as she picked the chair off the mat and closed it with an ominous CLANK.
“I heard the sound your head made when it hit this a second ago.” she told the green-clad battler after she'd turned around. “That couldn't have felt great, in fact, I'm not sure how you're still conscious. But you are, so here's a one-time offer. Stay down for the ten count and I won't hurt you any—”
“Ohhhh fuck OFF!” Dufresne cackled / groaned to the Courtier even as she rolled onto her hands and knees. “I just lit your skinny ass up with that Kendo Stick, you think I'm afraid to take your wors—”
BWANG!
Lenore raised the chair two-handed and brought it down flat across the other brunette's back! Daphne twisted onto her back, though very little of it actually touched the canvas as she seemed to be balanced on her butt and the crown of her skull. “Beg off.” the Raven ordered her nemesis. “Your pride may be able to endure in a wrestling match, but pitting it against my imagination? Honey, that's a fight NO ONE wi—”
“THE HELL I WON'T!” D² spun to one knee and fixed Lenore with a baleful glare. “I can take everything you've got, shit-bird. In fact, the only reason you're not already nose-deep in my ass is because you're desperate enough to—”
Lenore tossed the chair at Daphne's face but damned if the Seattle Sadist didn't catch it two-hand—BUWHANG! The Lady in Waiting stepped forward and kicked the steel as hard as she could! It bounced off Dufresne's forehead and she went down in a heap, her arms stretched out overhead in a boneless sprawl.
Hands on her hips, Lemarchand observed the situation for a long moment, though she didn't move until Al strode over to start a count. “Not yet.” she put a hand on his arm. “Girl says she can take everything I've got, I'm of the mind to see if she's right.”
Al saw her looking at the trash can inside the Nest and sighed. “Fine. But no cheese grater. We're still not welcome back in Skowhegan thanks to you.”
“That's entirely Roxanne's fault.” Lemarchand grumbled. “But fine. You have my word.”
Issue settled for now, Al thought his charge would go straight for the aluminum cache, instead she went around to Daphne's ankles and helped herself to both. Dragging her burden across the mat earned an audible groan and some wriggling from the Wicked Queen, not that either was nearly enough to prevent Lemarchand from hauling her over to the Nest. Stepping aside to better tend to the task at hand, Lenore forced Dufresne's legs through a pair of suitably-sized holes all the way up to the knees. She was still flat on her back so it wasn't exactly a Tree of Woe, yet the vulnerable grappler was still mired something fierce.
With Daphne mostly neutralized, Lenore moved around to the opposite side of the Nest, then dropped to one knee and reached through the only opening wide enough to let her bring the trashcan into play. Cheers from those assembled when Lemarchand got up with her prize in hand and strolled back to Dufresne. Dropping to one knee beside the other brunette's head, the Fair & Radiant Maiden set the can down so she could take hold of Daphne's wrists and quickly cross them over her chest. From there she went back to the can, turned it on one side (longways) and slid it beneath the back of Dufresne's head so that the aluminum conveyance swallowed her all the way up to the waist!
“Knew we didn't have anything big enough to hold all your garbage.” Lemarchand admitted once she'd pushed to her feet. “But this will do for now.”
The crowd was already cheering for violence and the Raven meant to oblige them, but not before she made sure things were absolutely perfect. To that end she looked around, spotted the chair and helped herself to it. Simply walloping the trashcan with her new bludgeon would've satisfied most everyone save for Lenore herself (and D² of course, not that her opinion carried the slightest bit of weight) so rather than simply swing away she scouted out possible locations and after a bit of pondering she set the chair down a few yards from Daphne's left with the seat pointed toward the cage wall. Murmurs from everyone outside the cage when Lemarchand backed toward the edge, even Al looked puzzled as to just what the brunette had planned.
Thankfully illumination was not long in coming.
Dipping into a slight crouch when she'd backpedaled as far as the structure would allow, Lenore waited half a heartbeat then raced straight for the chair! While not known for reaching the same rarefied air as some of FAWN's other high flyers, the Raven still demonstrated admirable wings as she hopped onto the seat, then braced one foot on the back of the headrest and took to the skies, Lemarchand tucking her chin tight to her sternum as she lowered her head and tumbled through a short, steeply angled dive that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds KERUNCH-THWHUMPING down back-first across that defenseless aluminum can!
Teeth bared in a grimace even after the perfect execution, Lenore rolled to one knee and pounded her palms against the mat before hooking her thumbs together to raise the raven sigil once more. Rising up amidst a round of applause, the purple-clad battler hooked onto the chair and pulled it offa Daphne only to flip it over so the least punished side was facing up. “Things are looking bad for you, cutie.” Lenore buried a hand in Dufresne's hair and gave it a shake to reinforce the point. “You want to give it up before it gets even worse?”
Damned if the Seattle Sadist didn't sit up and throw a few woozy punches at her rival's midsection. “Fuuuuuhhhhh...fuuuuuuuhhhh....fuck off shit-bird.” she wheezed. “I'm better than you, no matter what these people thinNGH!”
Lemarchand clouted her with a quick Kneelift between the eyes, then dragged the Wicked Queen upright just to draw her down into a Standing Headscissors. Once that was done she leaned over Daphne's back so she could reach through those parted stems and grab not one, but both wrists. A single strong tug completed the Double Pumphandle and a bit of turning / maneuvering had both brunettes positioned directly in front of the ominously placed trashcan. Allowing herself a smirk as the noise began to rise, Lenore hunkered down to gather her strength, then yanked up to flip / spin Daphne up onto her shoulders for what would've been a Powerbomb if she hadn't stepped back and YANKED hard on Dufresne's trapped wrists. Doing so stretched Daph out like a white flag one that came crashing down the instant Lenore dropped to a seat and KERUNCH-THWHAMMED D² down chest-first atop the now thoroughly flattened trashcan!
NEVERMORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmAjxYCuBBk
Seated with Daphne sprawled between her legs, Lemarchand allowed herself only a moment to breathe before she hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled the other brunette onto her back. Careful to keep Dufresne's gaze focused directly overhead, Lenore rose to her knees, then clambered into position and sat down hard, the Lady's long wait finally over as she secured a Reverse Face Sit that wouldn't end after a paltry three count. Biting her bottom lip as she settled into the best seat possible, Lenore collected Daphne's wrists and stuffed them into the pit of her stomach while simultaneously bracing the soles of her boots against the prone wrestler's head. Rolling her hips ever so slightly, she took care to engulf her rival's nose in buttock while keeping the tiniest bit of breathing room between Dufresne's mouth and her encroaching undercarriage.
“Well look at that, you've gone and made it worse.” Lenore smiled, wiggled her hips from side to side to the delight of the audience. “Or a helluva a lot better, depending on your point of view. You enjoying the view, Daphne?”
The question earned some lascivious whistles from the audience, but nothing save a spat of furious wriggling and growling from the pinned wrestler. Lemarchand held on tight, being careful to grind Dufresne's captured hands back and forth against the pit of her stomach if only to ensure her seat couldn't draw a full breath. Another hip waggle and a timely clench earned a cheer and a groan, the former from the FAWNatics, the latter from Daphne. “I asked you a question, cutie.” Lenore switched control of Dufresne's wrists to one hand so she could PWAK a few quick punches into the other brunette's belly. “And you're in no position to deny me an answer. So I'll ask you again. Are (PWAK!) you (PWAK!) enjoying (PWAK!) the (PWAK!) view?” (PWAK!)
Daphne planted her feet and bridged up, an effort that looked remarkably strong until the Raven opened up her punching hand and simply pushed down to force her foe's hips back to the canvas. Fighting to maintain her composure in spite of the humiliating predicament, D² huffed, “I'd enjoy it a hell of a lot more if this nasty ass wasn't in my face.”
Lenore smiled knowingly and punished her rival with a slow motion hip roll that threatened to sweep her undercarriage down the full length of Dufresne's defenseless features. “That's hurtful, Daph. The crowd seems to like you down there just fine. So do I, actually. That cute little nose of yours—“
Daphne squirmed to life once more, her efforts forcing Lemarchand to double down on the hand control once again. Only for a few seconds though, a round of aggressive jouncing slowed the Seattle Sadist to the point that the Fair & Radiant Maiden was able to prize her rival's hands in opposite directions and stuff them, one right after another, beneath Daphne's struggling glutes. “GET OFF ME!” Dufresne barked, the sound of it understandably muffled by the Raven's tail feathers. “GET OFF ME RIGHT NOW YOU HATEFUL BIOOOOOWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Satisfied that she'd neutralized Daphne's hands, Lenore curled her left into a talon and affixed it to the center of her rival's dark green trunks! Not content to merely squeeze, Lemarchand jostled her wrist back and forth, and up and down while occasionally relaxing her grip so she could raaaaaaaaake from buttocks to belly button before reapplying the grip harder than before. “Submit.”she ordered after several agonizing seconds ticked off the clock. “Right now, or I'll give you exactly what you deserve. You know I—”
“FUDGH YOO!” Dufresne squealed as she twisted her hips this way and that in a vain attempt to escape the cruel claw. “AYE WOND SUHBMID TO AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STAHP!”
Lenore, who'd stopped her attack just long enough to slip that dangerous talon beneath Daphne's waistband do not stop. In fact she squeezed all the harder and may have set some fingers to a different purpose if the rhythmic bulging of those distended trunks was any indication. The Raven didn't much care for resorting to the 9-11, for one it felt cheap and two, she had some very bad memories of suffering this particular humiliation only a few years prior. Still, no one would argue that Dufresne hadn't earned the classic 'Old School' treatment and if dusting off this particular bit of nastiness finally got Portia to poke her head up from whatever off the books compound she was currently hidden away in, well, so much the bett—“GHIV!”
Daphne beat her heels against the canvas and rocked her hips this way and that, the Seattle Sadist throwing herself into an awful, agonizing full body shudder to make sure Carpenter knew she'd had enough of this bitch's vile grip. “GHIV!” she sobbed again even as the bell CLANGED dimly in the distance. “AYE GHIV, JUSD GEDHOFFA MEE YOO FHUGGIN OOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Lenore squeezed for all she was worth, her show of white-knuckle ferocity shooting Daphne's legs up in a high, helpless bridge. “Say my name, loser.” They'd already announced her the winner, but Lemarchand didn't care. She'd heard him say her name hundreds of times, if not thousands. Daphne though... “You want to breathe again? Then say my name. Say it loud enough to remind all these people just who runs this goddamned Mad Hou—”
“LHENOOR!” Dufresne keened. “LHENOOR! LHENOOR! LHENOOR!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden released with a flourish that included wiping her fingers on the other brunette's gulping tummy. Upright a moment later, she swayed on the spot and didn't argue when Al put a steadying hand on her shoulder.
“Let's leave it there, ok, Lenore?” he asked quietly. “The scales are balanced, no need to take it any further.”
“Almost balanced.” she corrected after a deep breath. Threading her thumbs together, she raised her left foot and planted it on Daphne's chest just before raising the raven sigil to cacophonous applause.
“You can have all the muscle in the world.” she told the camera after the Unkindness had taken flight. “All the seconds, all the back-up, all the contingency plans you'd ever possibly need. Just know this. If you wrong me and don't get the job done, I will burn may way through each and every obstacle until you're the only one left and I'm rap, tap, tapping on your chamber door. And once we're all alone? That's when I take my vengeance. My seat. Your pride. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.”