Post by walkindude on Jul 7, 2015 1:11:09 GMT
The FAWN Arena, a week before Summer Swelter:
OLIVIA DARE:
‘2Wicky’ hit its crescendo right as Olivia Dare hooked her arms over the top rope and somersaulted backward into the squared circle. Thanking her fans with a knowing smile, the slender British stunner (clad at the moment in a pair of black low-rise jeans and a royal purple Orlando City Soccer tank-top) turned her attention to the diminutive blonde in a smart gray skirt and jacket. Said brunette was Nikki Todd and she was FAWN’s newest field correspondent, brought in only a month ago to fill the void left when Lily Burlingame revealed her role in more physically demanding endeavors.
Nikki held two microphones and she offered one to Olivia, who took it after a quick handshake with the new recruit. Waiting until the music faded away (Lily had given her a few sheets worth of pointers and she’d memorized them all) Todd turned to the hard camera and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is Olivia Dare. Olivia, the fourth and potentially deciding match in your series with Lenore Lemarchand is coming up at Summer Swelter and management tells me you’d like to make an announcement with regards to that bout. Therefore the floor is yours.”
Dare nodded thanks. “You’re partly correct, Nikki. This does concern my match with Lenore at the pay-per-view, but it’s not so much an announcement as it is a request. As you and all of the FAWNatics well know, I was victorious over the Raven in our first encounter only to taste defeat in bouts two and tree. Now, those defeats were by the slimmest of margins but a loss is a loss and now I find myself on the cusp of losing a very important series to a woman who….”
Olivia trailed off, a frown crimping her features as she sought the right words. “Lenore says she wants my respect. Says she wants to be mentioned in the same breath as names like mine, or Cynthia Mitchell’s or, dare I say it, Portia VanBuren. Lenore CLAIMS to have no ulterior motive and yet the past few years have shown us anything, it’s that this woman is patient and manipulative to an almost preternatural degree. When she set out on a campaign against Cynthia Mitchell, she didn’t go straight for her did she? No. She knocked off Tamara and Sophie for a start, then demolished Kylie Sanders and Ivy Armstrong just to make sure she had Cyn’s attention. Along the way she effectively drove Tamara out of the business, handed Kylie a loss that may very well have been the thing that set her on her current path and stole Ivy’s trademark denim. All that so she could face, then defeat Cynthia on her own terms. Which she did, and quite emphatically, I should note. Lenore Lemarchand is one of the single most dangerous intellects in this business today and her attention has been focused squarely on me since the end of last year. Now she very well could be telling the truth, I have been in this industry long enough to know that change is possible, but change from the Raven? Highly doubtful. Still, I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, even after her… less than pleasing actions following our match at Spring Break.” Olivia turned to the stage and took a few steps forward. “I know you’re back there, Lenore. So extricate yourself from the shadows and slink down here to face me like the woman you claim to be.”
The buzz running through the crowd amped up to a full current when ‘Hush’ hit the speakers ten seconds later. Lenore followed shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain and pausing atop the ramp to lock eyes with Dare from half an arena away. Dressed for study rather than sport, Emily West’s Lady in Waiting wore a short plaid skirt in shades of blue, white, black and gray and the now ubiquitous Black Court ‘checkmate’ tank-top. Too focused on the Englishwoman to worry about either cheers or boos, Lemarchand made her way down the aisle, hurried up the steel steps and slipped between the ropes.
[b/]LENORE LEMARCHAND:[/b]
Nikki moved to offer the Raven her mic, but Lenore went to the other side of the squared circle and claimed one from a ringside tech. “My less than pleasing actions?” Lemarchand asked the question as soon as she was wired for sound. “MY actions? What about your actions, Olivia? Are we allowed to talk about those for a minute?”
Dare didn’t so much as blink. “Who stripped me of my top after the bell? It was you, wasn’t it, luv?”
Lenore shook her head in disgust. “Who wouldn’t shake my hand when I offered it to her? After I pinned her clean in the center of this ring? That was you, wasn’t it, LUV?”
The blonde took a threatening step forward and Lenore matched her. It was Nikki who kept the two bendy-backed stalwarts from coming to blows then and there. “Mmmmh, ladies? I believe Olivia’s request involved your fourth match, not the third.”
Both regarded her with raised eyebrows, yet Olivia nodded after only a moment’s hesitation. “Well put, Ms. Todd.” she went back to the Black Courtier, who’d said nothing. “You wish to be considered my equal, both by these fans and myself? Then you’ll have to be willing to face me in something other than this ring. Do you think you can do that, pretty bird?”
Lenore response was immediate. “Name your venue.”
“The Madhouse. One of the dozen or so AHW spaces they’ve got furnished is a replica of a rather famous suite in Black Swan Hall in my native England. If you’re feeling up to it, you’ll face me in a European style Apartment House Wrestling Match.” Dare paused, then added, “A Death Match.”
The sound of the ‘D’ word made everyone save Lenore gasp. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Nikki stepped between them, the newcomer apparently unaware of just how dangerous that could be. “A DEATH match? FAWN’s as permissive as any wrestling organization on the planet, but there’s no way they’d--”
“Olivia’s being melodramatic.” Lemarchand interrupted. “The death in question is La Petite Mort. The little death.”
Nikki bit her bottom lip and thought for a few seconds. Then her eyes went wide and she looked up. “Oh. OH. So, to win , you’d have to… what exactly?”
“Just what you’re thinking. Olivia’s realized there is a very good possibility that I could win our series at Summer Swelter and so she’s made this gambit in the hopes that she can reach into my trunks to find some quit instead of having to put my shoulders on the mat or make me surrender, two tasks which have proven very difficult for her thus far. Well guess what, ‘Liv? I accept. I’ve already found the quitter in you and I look forward to bringing her to the surface kicking and screaming… and moaning and panting and begging and--”
CRAAACK! Olivia cut her off with a sharp, brisk slap. “That is quite enough, tramp.” she growled. “Be so kind as to save the histrionics for when I’m wrist deep in that stagnant swamp you call a crot--” Lenore slapped her right back and then they were nose to nose, Blackbird and Raven looking for the slightest excuse to tear into the other woman.
Again it was Nikki Todd who kept them from throwing down, a feat for which Edward Wayne Thomas himself personally thanked her later on backstage. “Ladies,” she said cautiously, “It’s clear that you’ve got a lot of hostility built up and you’re dying to vent it, but if you do that now the refs are going to storm the ring and pull you apart before anything gets solved. Perhaps it’s best to hold off until Summer Swelter. Let the ummmmh, anticipation build, if you will.”
It was Olivia who spoke first, her voice little more than a whisper. “I’m going to use you up on that carpet, pretty bird. Then I’ll finish off whatever wreckage manages to crawl its way to Fawnamania.”
“You thought you were humiliated in April?” Lenore murmured. “Just wait until you have to watch me wiping your gunk off my claw. Your hair should make a nice--”
“One more word and I’ll tear your tongue out.” Dare promised.
Lemarchand stayed silent, but only because that flood of referees Nikki mentioned hit the ring and shooed them away from each other.
Careful to stay as far away from the action as she could, FAWN’s newest backstage interviewer said, “We’ve gotta take a short break, but stay right where you are because there’s plenty more action coming up! I’m Nikki Todd and I’ll see ya next time!”
OLIVIA DARE:
‘2Wicky’ hit its crescendo right as Olivia Dare hooked her arms over the top rope and somersaulted backward into the squared circle. Thanking her fans with a knowing smile, the slender British stunner (clad at the moment in a pair of black low-rise jeans and a royal purple Orlando City Soccer tank-top) turned her attention to the diminutive blonde in a smart gray skirt and jacket. Said brunette was Nikki Todd and she was FAWN’s newest field correspondent, brought in only a month ago to fill the void left when Lily Burlingame revealed her role in more physically demanding endeavors.
Nikki held two microphones and she offered one to Olivia, who took it after a quick handshake with the new recruit. Waiting until the music faded away (Lily had given her a few sheets worth of pointers and she’d memorized them all) Todd turned to the hard camera and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is Olivia Dare. Olivia, the fourth and potentially deciding match in your series with Lenore Lemarchand is coming up at Summer Swelter and management tells me you’d like to make an announcement with regards to that bout. Therefore the floor is yours.”
Dare nodded thanks. “You’re partly correct, Nikki. This does concern my match with Lenore at the pay-per-view, but it’s not so much an announcement as it is a request. As you and all of the FAWNatics well know, I was victorious over the Raven in our first encounter only to taste defeat in bouts two and tree. Now, those defeats were by the slimmest of margins but a loss is a loss and now I find myself on the cusp of losing a very important series to a woman who….”
Olivia trailed off, a frown crimping her features as she sought the right words. “Lenore says she wants my respect. Says she wants to be mentioned in the same breath as names like mine, or Cynthia Mitchell’s or, dare I say it, Portia VanBuren. Lenore CLAIMS to have no ulterior motive and yet the past few years have shown us anything, it’s that this woman is patient and manipulative to an almost preternatural degree. When she set out on a campaign against Cynthia Mitchell, she didn’t go straight for her did she? No. She knocked off Tamara and Sophie for a start, then demolished Kylie Sanders and Ivy Armstrong just to make sure she had Cyn’s attention. Along the way she effectively drove Tamara out of the business, handed Kylie a loss that may very well have been the thing that set her on her current path and stole Ivy’s trademark denim. All that so she could face, then defeat Cynthia on her own terms. Which she did, and quite emphatically, I should note. Lenore Lemarchand is one of the single most dangerous intellects in this business today and her attention has been focused squarely on me since the end of last year. Now she very well could be telling the truth, I have been in this industry long enough to know that change is possible, but change from the Raven? Highly doubtful. Still, I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, even after her… less than pleasing actions following our match at Spring Break.” Olivia turned to the stage and took a few steps forward. “I know you’re back there, Lenore. So extricate yourself from the shadows and slink down here to face me like the woman you claim to be.”
The buzz running through the crowd amped up to a full current when ‘Hush’ hit the speakers ten seconds later. Lenore followed shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain and pausing atop the ramp to lock eyes with Dare from half an arena away. Dressed for study rather than sport, Emily West’s Lady in Waiting wore a short plaid skirt in shades of blue, white, black and gray and the now ubiquitous Black Court ‘checkmate’ tank-top. Too focused on the Englishwoman to worry about either cheers or boos, Lemarchand made her way down the aisle, hurried up the steel steps and slipped between the ropes.
[b/]LENORE LEMARCHAND:[/b]
Nikki moved to offer the Raven her mic, but Lenore went to the other side of the squared circle and claimed one from a ringside tech. “My less than pleasing actions?” Lemarchand asked the question as soon as she was wired for sound. “MY actions? What about your actions, Olivia? Are we allowed to talk about those for a minute?”
Dare didn’t so much as blink. “Who stripped me of my top after the bell? It was you, wasn’t it, luv?”
Lenore shook her head in disgust. “Who wouldn’t shake my hand when I offered it to her? After I pinned her clean in the center of this ring? That was you, wasn’t it, LUV?”
The blonde took a threatening step forward and Lenore matched her. It was Nikki who kept the two bendy-backed stalwarts from coming to blows then and there. “Mmmmh, ladies? I believe Olivia’s request involved your fourth match, not the third.”
Both regarded her with raised eyebrows, yet Olivia nodded after only a moment’s hesitation. “Well put, Ms. Todd.” she went back to the Black Courtier, who’d said nothing. “You wish to be considered my equal, both by these fans and myself? Then you’ll have to be willing to face me in something other than this ring. Do you think you can do that, pretty bird?”
Lenore response was immediate. “Name your venue.”
“The Madhouse. One of the dozen or so AHW spaces they’ve got furnished is a replica of a rather famous suite in Black Swan Hall in my native England. If you’re feeling up to it, you’ll face me in a European style Apartment House Wrestling Match.” Dare paused, then added, “A Death Match.”
The sound of the ‘D’ word made everyone save Lenore gasp. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Nikki stepped between them, the newcomer apparently unaware of just how dangerous that could be. “A DEATH match? FAWN’s as permissive as any wrestling organization on the planet, but there’s no way they’d--”
“Olivia’s being melodramatic.” Lemarchand interrupted. “The death in question is La Petite Mort. The little death.”
Nikki bit her bottom lip and thought for a few seconds. Then her eyes went wide and she looked up. “Oh. OH. So, to win , you’d have to… what exactly?”
“Just what you’re thinking. Olivia’s realized there is a very good possibility that I could win our series at Summer Swelter and so she’s made this gambit in the hopes that she can reach into my trunks to find some quit instead of having to put my shoulders on the mat or make me surrender, two tasks which have proven very difficult for her thus far. Well guess what, ‘Liv? I accept. I’ve already found the quitter in you and I look forward to bringing her to the surface kicking and screaming… and moaning and panting and begging and--”
CRAAACK! Olivia cut her off with a sharp, brisk slap. “That is quite enough, tramp.” she growled. “Be so kind as to save the histrionics for when I’m wrist deep in that stagnant swamp you call a crot--” Lenore slapped her right back and then they were nose to nose, Blackbird and Raven looking for the slightest excuse to tear into the other woman.
Again it was Nikki Todd who kept them from throwing down, a feat for which Edward Wayne Thomas himself personally thanked her later on backstage. “Ladies,” she said cautiously, “It’s clear that you’ve got a lot of hostility built up and you’re dying to vent it, but if you do that now the refs are going to storm the ring and pull you apart before anything gets solved. Perhaps it’s best to hold off until Summer Swelter. Let the ummmmh, anticipation build, if you will.”
It was Olivia who spoke first, her voice little more than a whisper. “I’m going to use you up on that carpet, pretty bird. Then I’ll finish off whatever wreckage manages to crawl its way to Fawnamania.”
“You thought you were humiliated in April?” Lenore murmured. “Just wait until you have to watch me wiping your gunk off my claw. Your hair should make a nice--”
“One more word and I’ll tear your tongue out.” Dare promised.
Lemarchand stayed silent, but only because that flood of referees Nikki mentioned hit the ring and shooed them away from each other.
Careful to stay as far away from the action as she could, FAWN’s newest backstage interviewer said, “We’ve gotta take a short break, but stay right where you are because there’s plenty more action coming up! I’m Nikki Todd and I’ll see ya next time!”