Post by alyadmirer on Nov 26, 2015 3:33:59 GMT
FAWN’s freshest loser was still being helped from the squared circle when the flying camera soared out of the basement and made its way down a series of poorly lit industrial hallways before veering into a dubious freight elevator. The interior of this tiny space was utterly forgettable save for a yellowing piece of paper taped to the back wall. This paper bore an ominous two word message: [TO SUB-BASEMENT]
Without warning the doors wheezed shut and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
All hail the Queen of the Madhouse, Adelaide Brewster
After a moment’s hesitation, the camera eased inside and found itself in the heart of the Madhouse for only the second time in history.
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The paneling was all dark wood, the carpet was deep wine red pile with an intricate vine pattern and the décor was pure Charles Addams. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and odd curios. Alongside these treasures were vases that could’ve been pilfered from any number of ancient tombs and a line of marble busts, presumably of some individuals famous enough to earn such immortalization. To the right of the staircase laid a relatively warmer area with a large glassed in fireplace ringed by a few overstuffed couches. Another interesting detail on this side of the room was a curious set of double doors, which seemed to vibrate and tremble in their frames if you watched them long enough. One could lose hours trying to catalogue the contents of this surprising space, but undertaking such an endeavor would mean ignoring the room’s three occupants and that would be a great shame indeed. The first of those individuals just happened to be erstwhile referee Al Carpenter. As far as the others are concerned, that‘s a task better handled by the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” his piped in voice proclaimed, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and the winner will be declared the Queen of the Madhouse for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts, she stands five feet nine inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is ROOOXXXAAANNNNNNEEE McccCCCRRIIIMMMMMMOOONNN!”
ROXIE MCCRIMMON:
The cheers that greeted her name were filtered through the Madhouse sound system of course, but that didn’t stop Roxie from offering the camera a broad grin and enthusiastic first pump. For her first battle against Miranda’s pet bloodsucker the former Tag Team champ wore a sporty, sturdy two piece done in a green just a shade or two more ‘Halloween’ than her usual togs. While she’d elected to go without pads or boots, the powerful blonde had wrapped her wrists and ankles in black tape to hopefully prevent any twisting or spraining during what was sure to be a whole lotta roughhousing.
Silent until the camera shifted to the second participant, the Announcer piped up with, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide tipped her head back and closed her eyes, a serene smile on her cruel lips as she basked in the hatred poured down from the crowd amassed above. For this, her very favorite match of the entire year, she wore a simple black bikini etched throughout with the tiniest threads of red silk. Close inspection would reveal the pattern to be stylized rats, wolves, spiders and bats, but of course there was only one woman who’d get close enough to confirm this and by the time she did she’d be in no condition to do anything but scream. Like McCrimmon, Brewster had taped her wrists and ankles, though hers was an arterial red. With the time for talk finally over, Adelaide stepped toward her challenger, but spoke to Carpenter. “Ring the bell, chattel.”
BWOOOOOOONG!
Less than a foot removed from the Queen of the Madhouse, Roxanne kept her hands on her hips, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off Adelaide Brewster. “Nice place you’ve got here, Addy.” the blonde noted. “Could use some more natural lighting though. Airing this place out should get rid of the worst of the Hot Topic skank fumes. Skylight couldn‘t hurt either.”
Brewster smiled, showing the faintest crescent of teeth. “Only a blonde would want a skylight in a basement room. Of course every word out of your mouth is tainted with a strong dose of Boston foolishness. Why, that gives me an idea for your next shirt! Boston Idiot. I’ll have a design drawn up just as soon as you’re done kissing my NGH!”
McCrimmon’s hands flew up, found Brewster’s shoulders and shoved her back a good two-three steps. “Watch what you say about my city, bytch.” Roxie threatened. “It sounds like dirt in your mouth.”
Adelaide’s smile grew wider, even without the porcelain fangs her canine’s looked long and sharp. “And my name will sound like blood in yours.” She took another step back and stretched her arms wide. “Come get me you meatheaded Hooters reject. Your audience with the Queen has begun.”
Roxie didn’t need to be told twice, she came for Brewster with both hands seeking holds in her hai--”EEERRGGGH!” Adelaide’s invitation turned out to be a trap, one that ended with her left thumb jabbed into McCrimmon’s right eye. Immediately preoccupied by her blurred vision, Roxie was wide open when Adelaide stepped in, pivoted and THWHAPPED her left thigh across the other woman’s belly. Distracted or not, Roxie’s midsection was tuff enough to withstand the brunette’s first assault with little more than a grunt. The same was true of Brewster’s second and third shots, the Churchgoer didn’t do any significant hurt until she clamped down on McCrimmon’s shoulders and hopped into a snappy Double Kneelift that THWHUMPED home almost directly between Roxie’s navel and breasts.
‘Oooofffhing’ as the air puffed from her lips, Roxie reached around Adelaide’s biceps in the hopes of stifling her with a clinch, if not an outright Bear Hug. Imagine her shock then when Brewster beat her to the punch with a Hug of her own! Hands knotted against the small of her foe’s back, Adelaide knew it’d be pointless to try and lift the taller woman off her feet, yet that didn’t stop her from leaaaaaaaaaaaning back far enough to force Roxie onto her tiptoes. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Brewster cooed. “Has your earlier bravado already taken flight? Or maybe you’re just waiting for the sting of my teeth in your neck?” She leaned in with teeth bared, then let out an angry hiss when McCrimmon snatched a double handful of her hair.
Not bound by the civilities of the wrestling ring, Roxie made no effort to hide the fact that she was trying to liberate a great deal of the brunette’s scalp. “Keep your plastic fangs away from me, honey.” Rox grunted. “I’ve seen the sort of necks you bitUUUUGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide dipped her knees and popped up on her toes, lifting Roxie’s feet off the carpet by no more than three inches. Even so, the pressure brought to bear was immense and it was all McCrimmon could do to maintain her grip on Brewster’s hair. “Go ahead and fight it, gym rat.” Adelaide sneered after her constriction brought another startled gasp from the wriggling blonde. “Adrenaline, exhaustion and shame make for a wonderful marinaDDEERRRGGGHHHHH!”
Though Roxie prided herself on fighting clean fights she was wise enough to understand when an opponent, the environment or both required alterations to her game. Therefore she felt no particular remorse when she leaned in and started to chew on Brewster’s forehead! Astounded and enraged that this sniveling fitness poster reject would dare attack her in such fashion, Adelaide pushed onto her toes again, then dropped to her knees to pound her rival’s undercarriage with an improvised Inverted Atomic Drop.
It didn’t have nearly the impact of one delivered in the traditional fashion yet it proved more than enough to remove McCrimmon’s teeth from her head and that was all the Weeping Angel required. Still hugged up around Roxie’s waist, Brewster turned them toward the fireplace nook and took off as quickly as she could. Heels skidding and sliding across the deep carpet, McCrimmon landed a few sturdy Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s shoulders and the back of her neck but it wasn’t enough to stop Adelaide from THWHUMPING her spine-first into the back of one of those heavy antique couches. The furniture rocked the tiniest bit, Roxie however shuddered like she’d just been slammed into a steel ringpost.
“You may be a warrior and a former champion in the FAWN Arena, perhaps even in the rest of the Madhouse.” Adelaide purred into the stunned beauty’s ear. “But these are the Queen’s Chambers. MY chambers. And in here you are nothing more than what I make you.” With that she slammed Roxie into the couch again, then released her Hug and backed off by a couple steps. A Toe Kick to the belly made sure McCrimmon stayed short of breath when Brewster rushed in and collected her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Practically wedged up against the back of the couch already, Adelaide turned a quarter circle, sprang straight up and braced her feet against the rounded top. In the next instant she pushed off and swung around in a half circle that ended with her on her butt and Roxie’s chin THUMPING against the point of her right shoulder!
COUCH ASSISTED STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4tfqwpy1BA
Rocked onto her heels by the cleverly delivered Stunner, Roxie backward, bumped into the sofa and braced her hands against the top to keep from tumbling over. A good plan, unfortunately it didn’t take the Queen of Nightmares into consideration and Adelaide made her pay for the oversight by rushing in with a Clothesline that THWAPPED across the Beantown Bombshell’s chest. Roxie went up ‘n over, tumbling onto the couch cushions for all of a second before momentum carried her into an ungainly sprawl on the floor.
“Lovely.” Adelaide murmured as she surveyed the situation. “Who on earth would ever want a bearskin rug when they could have such a glorious blonde pelt stretched before their roaring fire?”
McCrimmon didn’t answer all at once, one hand was pressed against her face while the other rubbed at the small of her back. She wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but Adelaide had bytched her out since the opening bell and she needed to get her head straight right f*cking now. “You’re the one getting stretched tonight, Brewster. And once I’m in charge of this place I’m gonna OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Adelaide climbed over and onto the couch while Roxie was running her mouth, then leapt off and SMECKED down atop her chest with a surprisingly brawny Splash. Hooking McCrimmon’s far leg in a rough cradle, Brewster braced her forearm against the prone woman’s cheek and ground it back n’ forth while she administered an utterly superfluous count. “ONE! TWO!”
Roxie rocked a shoulder up even though she didn’t have to, no way she was going to let Adelaide pin her in three minutes like she was nothing but spam in a swimsuit. Above her, Brewster leaned back on her haunches and smiled. “You made a mistake challenging me tonight, little girl.” She slung a leg over McCrimmon’s waist and climbed into a snug seat on her tummy. “Kerri Paige had true fire on her side and Calliope was at least deluded enough to believe she could win, but you? You still haven’t recovered from the beating West’s Furies gave you in the spring.” Brewster collected Roxie’s wrists and pinned them overhead even as she slipped her ankles in against the blonde’s heels. “And if you thought being a throne for Pandora was bad, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you realize you’re nothing more than my midnight snack.”
Roxie opened her mouth to answer, but whatever sharp words she had in mind came out as a sharp little gasp when Adelaide wrenched her stems apart in a painfully wide Double Leg Grapevine. Tummy arched strong n’ mean against McCrimmon’s own vaunted abs, Adelaide stretched the Grapevine until she heard the blonde moan in pain and anger. “You are woefully outmatched tonight, bikini meat.” Brewster hissed. “If you don’t want to leave these rooms on a stretcher you’ll wail your surrender right noOOWWWWWRRRRGGHH!”
The Beantown Bombshell tore one hand loose of Adelaide’s control and promptly gripped the other woman’s face in an angry, grasping claw. “If I wail for you,” Roxie snarled, “it’ll be because your nose is grinding against me AAARRRGGGHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
Adelaide pulled away from the blonde’s claw and promptly sank her teeth into the flesh between McCrimmon’s thumb and index finger. The bright, steely ache that ran up Roxie’s arm was far from pleasant, yet not entirely unwelcome because the resultant jolt got her other hand free of the brunette’s clutches. In no mood for civility after the embarrassments of the first few minutes, Roxie raaaaaaaked her claw across Adelaide’s eyes, then bucked her hips to send the Churchgoer rolling toward the nearest couch. Far more eager to avenge slights than nurse her aches, McCrimmon scrambled to her feet and immediately THWHAPPED hard kick into the penitent battler’s ribs. Adelaide ‘oofffhed’ flopped onto her side and would’ve kept right on rolling if she hadn’t hit the barrier of the couch.
Pretty face stern and hard, Roxie surveyed the situation for a moment, then drew back her foot and pounded another kick into Brewster’s tummy. “Try to bite me again and the next kick will be aimed at your mouth. Got me, sparkles?”
“Kiss my ass you peroxide sucking GGERRGGGHHH!” Roxie put a stop to Adelaide’s sass by peeling her off the carpet with a double handful of hair. Then she stuffed the brunette’s head under her left arm and helped herself to a big handful of opposing waistband. Turning so they were parallel to the fireplace instead of back to, McCrimmon bent her knees and hoisted the Weeping Angel into place directly over her head. “Count me off, huh Al?”
Carpenter could see no reason to deny the request, so he drew as close as he dared and started tolling numbers. At ‘TEN!’ Roxie kicked a leg forward and dropped backward to THWHUMP Adelaide’s spine onto the carpet with a flawless Vertical Suplex. Brewster groaned, shuddered hard and tried to turn onto one side but Roxie put an end to that by floating over into a smudgy Crossbody. Cinching up both of Brewster’s legs in a squirming bundle. McCrimmon pointed the Queen’s tush toward the lights and bellowed, “ONE! TWO!” Adelaide powered out at ‘TWO!’, like Roxie she wasn’t about to let some bytch pin her shoulders, even when it didn’t count. “Well at least you’re not a gutless quitter.” Rox chided. “I was worried you’d scurry on out of here the second I dropped your spooky ass.”
“My spooky ass is the last thing you’ll see before you pass out, meatheaDDUUUGGHHHHH!” Roxie raised her hands, joined them in an Axehandle and pounded it into the vulnerable brunette’s midsection. “Didn’t say you could talk, Addy. Feel free to squeal and wheeze, though. Those are good sounds on you.”
Burying her hands in the other woman’s hair, McCrimmon peeled her opposition off the carpet and hauled her upright. Then she slipped one arm between Brewster’s thighs and curled the other over one shoulder. Hands set against back and buttocks, Roxie shifted her hips and scooped Adelaide onto her right shoulder like she was little more than a bag of fall leaves. A Scoop Slam on the carpet would’ve been quite satisfying and she planned to deliver several over the course of the evening but at the moment she tromped around to the left side of the couch she’d tumbled over a few minutes prior.
“You’re looking a little tired, queenie.” the blonde taunted. “Why don’t you stretch out on the couch for a while?”
While it sounded like a suggestion Adelaide didn’t have any say in the matter, as evidenced by the authoritative way Roxie pushed onto her toes and THWHUMPED her down spine-first across the arm of the couch. Groaning in pain, Brewster started to sit up, then let out an angry snarl when McCrimmon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down flat again. But not entirely flat, that was impossible considering that everything from the small of her back on up was hanging over the edge of the couch.
“Lookin’ like a bit of a gym rat yourself, Adelaide.” Roxie grinned as she delivered several hard, condescending swats to the brunette’s exposed abs. “Who knew you prissy, sparkly vampires could get so toned?”
“Enjoy it while you can, bytch.” Adelaide snarled. “You’ll be lapping the sweat off my stomach before NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Roxie pounded a huge, overhand Forearm Smash down across the other woman’s tummy. “Not gonna happen, princess.” the blonde snorted. “But I might kiss a few of these bruises if you whimper loudly enough.” There weren’t any bruises apparent at the moment of course, that’s why Roxanne took such great pleasure in THWHAPPING the cudgel of her forearm across opposing abdominals more than half a dozen times. Sympathetic to Adelaide’s plight even though he had no particular liking for the woman, Al moved in against the back of the couch and asked, “How are you doing, Adelaide? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Brewster shook her head ‘no’, long, dark hair swishing back and forth as she did. “Don’t you dare. A little exertion will make this hunt all the more satisfyEEERRRRGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Roxie stopped clubbing and started squeezing, slotting her right hand between Adelaide’s thighs for a Crotch Claw that short-circuited the brunette talon that was no doubt seeking her own womanhood. “This is what you call a little exertion, honey?” McCrimmon barked over her foe’s wailing. “I don’t usually burst into tears over a little exertion!”
Adelaide let out a harsh laugh even though the fire in her undercarriage burned hotter by the second. “No, you only burst into tears when a Raven takes your leg and mind-f*cks you into surrender! Nice ugly-cry face by the way, bikini meaEERRRNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Roxie squeezed the crotch grip that much harder and used it to pull the suffering brunette into an ungainly sprawl at her feet. “You really don’t want to mention her name when I’m around, Addy.” the blonde hardbody growled. “Not unless you want a taste of the ass whipping in her future.”
Brewster didn’t answer, she was curled into a loose ball and had both hands wedged against her stinging groin. The lack of reply must’ve bothered McCrimmon because she pulled Adelaide’s hands away from their protective detail and used them to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her into place alongside one of the other couches. “Stay right there, Elvira.” Roxie suggested as she climbed onto the couch. “I’ve gotta get my stake.” She didn’t really have a stake, she just needed a reason to make her way to the other end of the sofa. Even then she was only a few long strides from the prone brunette, but the truncated runway still gave her enough room to build up momentum when she ran back and dove off with a Mick Foley Elbow Drop that THWHUMPED between the Churchgoer’s tits.
FOLEY ELBOW @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnFh_qMXt2c
Adelaide jolted hard and sat up, both arms crossed tight against her aching sternum. “Still got some in the tank ya little monster?” Roxie teased. “Good, then you can take me on a guided tour of your hideout. Here, I’ll help ya up.” McCrimmon cupped her hands under Brewster’s chin and pulled her to verticality then slapped on a Side Headlock, all the better to control the pace of the tour. A quick glance gave her the lay of the (admittedly odd) land. If she continued on past the fireplace they’d reach the double doors, which would in turn bring them to the solarium where a pocket thunderstorm raged for all eternity. McCrimmon thought she’d like to explore that room later, after she’d put a few more hard miles on Brewster’s snotty chassis.
Intrigued by the door closest to the book shelves on the opposite side of the ground floor, Roxie ground the Headlock a little tighter and set off with Adelaide squirming and struggling in her wake. “This really IS a nice place, Addy.” the Beantown Bombshell admitted while taking in the myriad details. I think we could throw one helluva Halloween party here once I’m Queen, how’d you like to stay on and work the keGUUUFFHHH!”
Brewster punched the idiotic blonde in the stomach, then pounded home three more punches to show her just how much she despised the idea. “You’ll NEVER be Queen of these chambers.” Adelaide growled, her voice somewhat muffled by McCrimmon’s bicep and the side swell of her breast. “But I’ll be happy to make you the centerpiece the next time my sisters and I have a NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Roxie broke into a lumbering run, angled the both of ‘em toward the nearest bookshelf and BWUUUNKED the crown of Adelaide’s skull into the spines of several leather bound first editions. Brewster groaned and probably would’ve fallen to one knee if not for the Headlock and a hand braced against one of the lower shelves. “I’ve heard of hitting the books, but the books hitting back? Damn Addy, even the décor in this place doesn’t like you.” McCrimmon switched the Headlock to a hair-hold. straightened Brewster up and BWOOONKED her forehead into the books for the second time in less than twenty seconds. Proving she could be just as cruel as her adversary when called upon to do so, Rox pressed a forearm into the back of Adelaide’s neck and draaaaaaaaaaaaggged her protesting mug back n’ forth across the antique books.
Far from docile in the face of this abuse, Brewster fought like a trapped she-wolf, forcing McCrimmon to pay a high price for her captivity in the form of several elbows gouged into her tummy. The blonde endured these without complaint at first, but the Daughter of Darkness kept connecting with the same spot and Roxie could feel each one digging deeper than the last. Growling her displeasure, she suddenly jerked Adelaide away from the shelf and THWHUMPED her forehead one more time. Then she twisted Brewster around and shoved her against it hard enough to make the books shiver. One actually slid forward and started to fall before McCrimmon plucked it from the air.
“Oh, Arthur Machen. The Great God Pan and other stories.” Rox noted to no one in particular. “Kent’s told me about this one, says it’s really scary. I bet it’s right up your alley.”
Opening the volume to a spot somewhere in the middle, Roxanne stuffed it against Adelaide’s face, then used her forearm to keep it in place so she could shovel punch after punch after punch into the brunette’s defenseless midsection. Adelaide retaliated as best she could but the prolonged mugging at the shelves combined with the book smudged against her face meant she soaked up three punches for every one she blocked. Eventually her knees gave way and she started to slide to a seat or at least she would have if her foe hadn’t tossed Machen aside and welcomed Brewster across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Ya know what? I’m done exploring.” Roxie smirked while she got used to Adelaide’s weight. “I think it’s about time I dumped your sorry ass through that trapdoor up on the landDDNNNNGGGGGH!”
Adelaide drilled an elbow into the side of McCrimmon’s head. And another. And another. And another, until she was able to kick / slide her way clear of the Fireman’s Carry. The Weeping Angel touched down directly behind her stunned opponent and while such a position offered a wealth of wrestling related advantages, Adelaide chose something even more satisfying. Plucking a heavy volume from the shelf to their right, she hefted it in both hands and THWHUMPED Roxie upside the head! McCrimmon grunted, staggered forward and crumpled to all fours. Above her, a smiling Adelaide raised the book high overhead and brought it THWHAPPING down between the penitent woman’s shoulders. Roxie went down like a sack of mail and Adelaide planted a heel between her shoulders, an emphatic show of domination from the Queen of the Madhouse.
“Lovecraft, I should’ve known.” Brewster grinned after inspecting the title on her weapon of choice. “You haven’t let me down yet.” Returning her attention to McCrimmon after she’d set HPL in his proper place, Adelaide bent down and deftly unsnapped the clasp that held Roxie’s bra strap together. “The nubile blonde trash is always topless by this point.” Adelaide explained as she peeled the garment away with minimal resistance. “No reason life shouldn’t imitate art, right?”
Roxie’s arms instinctively covered her chest even though she was stretched out on her stomach. “Cheating tramp,” she groaned. “I’m gonna de-fang you for thEERGGGHH GUUURRRHHHK!”
Far from impressed by these mumbled threats, Brewster dropped into a heavy seat on the small of her rival’s back, then leaned forward and snatched Roxie’s left wrist in her right hand and vice-versa. Drawing the gym rat’s hands up to about level with her shoulders, Adelaide pulled the smooshed ‘X’ of her prey’s forearms across her own throat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to secure the Noctem Aeturnus.
NOCTEM AETURNUS @ 1:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIyLgmBZJWM
The book-induced headache faded into the background as Rox fought to get a full breath down her throat. Coughing and rasping, she worked hard to twist her wrists free of Adelaide’s grip but the brunette only dug her heels in and cranked back all the harder. “See how easily I took your top, bikini meat?” Adelaide chided. “It’ll be just as simple to take your submission and with it, your pride. Your self respect. Your HEART!” Brewster leaned forward for just a moment before reefing back on her hold that much harder.
Far less bothered by the loss of her attire than Adelaide would’ve hoped (or believed) Roxie shook her head ‘no’ as best she could when Al asked for her submission. He didn’t ask a second time but McCrimmon knew from his tone that the official would keep asking if she didn’t do something fast. Eyes closed to better focus on the task at hand, Rox leaned back into the hold as much as she could bear. It eased the pressure the tiniest bit, which in turn allowed her to wiggle her legs against the carpet. Only a little at first, then a little more and some more and finally she rose to one knee.
Adelaide greeted this adjustment with a hiss of disdain rather than surprise. She’d been aware of the blonde’s plot from the moment it began, she’d simply chosen not to acknowledge it in the hopes that it would fail. Since it hadn’t she clambered to her feet and once again placed a foot between Roxie’s shoulders. “Face to the floor in the presence of your queen, peasant.” She released Roxie’s wrists as she stamped down, thus exacerbating the truncated Curb Stomp that THWHUNKED McCrimmon’s forehead against the carpet.
CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U40KQn5XIUg
Understandably dazed by the heavy blow, Roxanne lolled onto her back and put both hands to her throbbing nogg--”OOOOFFFFHHH!” Adelaide sat heavily on her tummy, a languid bit of dominance she enjoyed very much. Claiming a wrist in either hand, Brewster wedged the blonde’s arms to her sides and shifted her legs to keep them pinned in place. “You have gone from welcome guest to noxious intruder, Roxanne McCrimmon.” Adelaide cooed as she made a show of limbering up her fingers. “It’s high time you learned what happens to the unfortunates who dare disrespect my home.”
Roxie lifted one shoulder and then the other, fighting valiantly to free at least one arm before the cruel bytch “EEEERRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Brewster clamped down on the blonde’s breasts and twisted in opposite directions even as she pushed down with all her weight. Head tossed back as she poured on the pressure, Adelaide sighed, “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” She squeezed all the harder and twisted her wrists savagely to elicit a loud shriek from McCrimmon.
Al hurried over and dropped to one knee with a question on his lips even though he already knew the answer. “What do you say, Roxie? Need me to call it?”
Rox shook her head ‘no’, simultaneously angry and embarrassed to answer that question in regards to a goddamned Breast Claw. “I’ll be fine, Al.” she growled. “I’ve seen games at Chuck E. Cheese with stronger claws than thiSSSSAAAIIEEEEEEEEEE OOOOHHHH YOOUUU BYTCH!”
Adelaide honed her claws in on the Beantown Bombshell’s nipples and treated them to a bout of pulling, twisting and tweasing that brought involuntary tears to Roxie’s eyes. “It’s okay to cry, little girl.” Adelaide purred. “That’s exactly what the audience would expect from vacuous bikini meat at this point in the storGUURRHHK!”
McCrimmon tore her right arm loose from Brewster’s pin and immediately wrapped a white-knuckled fist around her throat. “Let. Go. NOW.” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Brewster didn’t like this new arrangement in the slightest and she meant to correct it as quickly as possible, yet pride wouldn’t let her release the pincer to gain her freedom. Eyes slitted but unwavering, the Daughter of Darkness rolled Roxie’s nubs between thumb and forefinger, then pulled up hard enough to make the hardbody keen low in the back of her throat. “Give up or I’ll--” Adelaide’s croaked response ended in a surprised wheeze when McCrimmon got her other hand free and doubled down on the Stranglehold. Even knowing full well that the official would see to the illegal hold in a moment, Brewster released her grip after a final twist and made McCrimmon pay for her defiance by raking her across the eyes.
The hands at her throat loosened, then dropped away so Brewster added a few more scratches for good measure. A short Haymaker to the jaw kept Roxie stunned long enough for Adelaide to haul her up with a huge hank of hair. “I’m disappointed with you, McCrimmon.” the brunette noted as her free hand groped for the handle of the door nearest the shelves. “How can you be a role model for upstanding young women like your daughter if you’ve got the moral compunctions of a back alley strangler?” She didn’t wait for an answer, rather she cracked the door open the tiniest bit and then TWHUNKED Roxie against it forehead-first.
Heavy or not, the door swung open and McCrimmon staggered into a large library. The walls were covered with floor to ceiling shelves and several comfortable antique reading chairs were stationed at strategic points. Near the center waited a pair of sturdy oak tables. Adelaide went to them with Roxie staggering along beside. “Perhaps some time spent studying the classics will make you a better mother? Here, take a seat while I select a few volumes.” The Queen of Nightmares yanked McCrimmon up on her toes then bounced her forehead off the table with enough force to make it shiver. A quick perusal of one section of the books left Brewster with a frown on her face. “Hmmmmhhh… all of these are well above a seventh grade reading level.” She snapped her fingers sharply. “I know! Since I can’t improve your original brain I’ll simply extract it and put a better one in its place!”
Returning to Roxie, she secured her blonde at trunks and tresses and muscled her up onto the table. Al Carpenter strode into the room about the time Brewster hopped up alongside Roxanne. The sight although intriguing, did not please the official in the slightest. “C’mon Adelaide, get down from there! Those things look solid but everybody knows they’re gimmicked to give way if they take too much pressure!”
Adelaide smiled, bent down and twined her fingers in McCrimmon’s hair. “Oh, I know, Carpenter.” she hauled Roxie to hands and knees, all the better to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. “But I simply won’t be able to sleep until I know just how much pressure these things can withstand.”
On that season appropriate note the brunette leaned down, wrapped her arms around Roxie’s waist and muscled her up onto her shoulders for an unforgettable Powerbomb! More terrified than she’d ever admit to anyone, Roxie cupped the back of Adelaide’s skull in one hand and spiked right hands down between her eyes until the coil on her loosened enough for her to slide free. Landing on her feet sent a nauseating wobble through the table, but it held for the moment and so did the warriors battling atop it.
Desperate to create a little space between herself and the Churchgoer, McCrimmon snatched hold of Adelaide’s hair and flung her from her perch to the flo--NO! Adelaide adjusted in mid-air to skip across the wide gap between tables. Rounding on one heel to smirk at the Boston hardbody, Brewster spread her arms wide and proclaimed, “These are MY chambers, peasant! My castle! It will take far more than the likes of you to ever drive me from these waLLLNNNGGHHHH!”
Roxanne charged, leapt over the gap and drilled her shoulder into the brunette’s exposed tummy with a ridiculous Spear that sent both women hurtling into the aether. A landing on the floor could’ve been calamitous, thankfully Adelaide THWHUMPED back-first into one of the overstuffed chairs. Far too polite to complain about such a sudden, violent imposition, the chair simply toppled over backward, spilling both women to the floor in a tangle of groaning, sweating girl flesh.
Frankly astonished that the tables were still upright while his charges were not, Al stepped between the sprawled battlers and dropped to one knee for a proper check. “How ya doin’, Rox? Can you continue?”
McCrimmon moaned, sat up and SMACKED Adelaide on the ass. “That answer your question, stripeSNNNGGGHHH!”
Brewster didn’t appreciate the slap and illustrated her displeasure by pounding a sharp kick into the blonde’s midsection. “Your bias is showing, Carpenter.” Adelaide wheezed as she clambered to verticality. “Asking about the peasant before you ask about your queen. I’ll make sure to take this grievance up with the front office… or perhaps I’ll explain myself to Jen--”
“Worrying about the wrong blonde, Bella.” Roxie croaked from over one shoulder.
The Daughter of Darkness wheeled around and almost laughed aloud when she spied McCrimmon fighting her way up with the help of the far wall. “Oh, I’m not worried about Jacobs, gym rat. But she is at least an interesting quarry where you’re nothing more than--” Her voice dropped away when Rox put a hand against the wall and disappeared up to the wrist! Amazed that this place could still surprise her after two years, Adelaide grinned like a shark as a large section of wall slid aside to reveal darkness beyond. Correction, a faint green phosphorescence came from below. “Hello old friend.” she cooed to the gloom at Roxie’s back. “I’ve brought you another gift.” Adelaide charged and dropped a shoulder for a Spear of her owTHWHACK!
McCrimmon landed a desperate punt between the eyes that rocked Adelaide back on her heels. Mostly certain she knew what waited in the dark, Roxanne grabbed Brewster at trunks and tresses and sneered, “You first, sparkles.” Stomping boldly toward the threshold, McCrimmon stopped at the edge and hurled Adelaide out of sight. There was a loud SMACK immediately followed by a louder SPLORT as Brewster came down face, chest and tummy first in the glowing green slime. After a brief silence came the sounds of sliding and groaning, the two almost interchangeable thanks to the odd acoustics of the Madhouse.
Simultaneously surprised and pleased to discover the difference in elevations between library and pit was almost the same as coming off the top rope, Roxie went to the very edge and called down, “How you doin’ sparkles? Feeling up to having your ass kicked a little more? Or you wanna just go ahead and crown me queen right now?”
Adelaide pushed to all fours, swiped a forearm across her face to clear the worst of the gunk, then rasped, “You mistake this lake of ooze for a refuse pit, Boston. Take your garbage elsewhere, tramp.”
McCrimmon opened her mouth, closed it without saying a word. She glanced over her shoulder at Al Carpenter. “Bytch is still running her mouth. I’m gonna cave it in.”
The ref extended a hand toward the looming darkness. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“I won’t, just as soon as you get off my runway.” Al blinked, realized he was indeed directly behind the Beantown Bombshell and took a few steps to one side. Path cleared, Roxie jogged to the edge of the second table, then whipped around and charged full throttle down her own trail. Crouching just as she reached the edge, McCrimmon pushed off and hurled herself into the gloom like a sixty-eight inch missile, one equipped with a Flying Lariat Warhead capable of taking the Churchgoer’s head from her shoulders in a single sto--’OOOOOHHHHHH!’ A gasp of surprised horror from those watching above when Brewster stepped toward the divebombing blonde, tilted her head back and spewed a cloud of directly into Roxie’s face. It wasn’t black of course, the lighting just made it look that way. But black or red, Adelaide’s secret weapon transformed McCrimmon’s beautiful airborne assault into a clumsy headlong dive that ended with her THWHAPSPLATTING face-first into the ankle deep slime.
The bottom of the slime pit was softer than the canvas-sheathed plywood of the wrestling ring, just not soft enough to keep McCrimmon from losing her wind on impact. Even so she forced herself to all fours in about five seconds, a show of resilience that earned a relieved cheer from the disembodied fans. They’d just started urging Rox to her feet when Adelaide rushed in from the left, leapt and planted her right foot across the base of the blonde’s neck. THWHUNK! The Queen of Nightmares pistoned her leg down, driving Roxanne’s skull into the floor with a Curb Stomp not even mildly softened by the slime. McCrimmon bounced but didn’t roll over, rather she stayed slopped on one side until Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to a knock-kneed verticality.
“There’s an old saying that goes ‘the heart knows what the head won’t say’…” Adelaide cooed as she claimed Roxie’s right wrist in her right hand. “I think it’s time you started listening to your heart, Roxanne.”
“Uuuhhhh… already am.” McCrimmon huffed. “It’s telling me to EEERRGGGGHHH!” Adelaide bent the blonde’s captured arm over and behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. In the next instant she curled her left hand into a fist and PWAAAAKED it against the swell of her foe’s left breast. Rox’s jugg mushroomed beneath the blow and her loose knees gave another serious wobble but she stayed on her feet. Not the least bit put out of countenance, Brewster drove home a second Heart Punch, then tacked on a third even when the Bostonian’s legs betrayed her.
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef5T3Ir2yY0
Alas even the small mercy granted by woozy faceplant into the muck was denied her because Adelaide spun around behind the blonde without releasing her Wristlock. Doing so transformed the hold into a Cut-Throat, Roxanne’s strong bicep wedged snugly against her vulnerable throat. Snuggled in close on McCrimmon’s six, Brewster put her lips to opposing ear and whispered, “Even if you leave this room, you’ll never leave this room. By my kiss I make it so.” She dipped her head and chomped down on the left side of her rival’s neck.
Roxie clenched her teeth so tightly they made an unpleasant grinding noise. She didn’t scream but she did keen low in the back of her throat and sag backward into the brunette to keep from losing her balance. Adelaide drew away with a flourish, deftly switching control of McCrimmon’s wrist from right hand to left as she did so. Then she crouched low, hooked her right arm between the blonde’s thighs and hoisted her onto her shoulders for a Torture Rack. The FAWNatics roared in apprehension, trying to mass their collective will in a last ditch effort to free Roxie from her tormentor’s THWHUNKSPLORT--”NNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Brewster kicked her left leg forward and laid out on her left side to plant Roxie on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of Blood & Black Lace. McCrimmon tumbled onto her back and tried to sit up, alas she only managed to lift her head before Brewster palmed it in both hands and smooshed her down flat.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
“Would you look at that.” the brunette’s mouth was a dripping, crimson crescent as she lowered her backside onto McCrimmon’s insensate features. “You managed to be a midnight snack AND a throne! Perhaps you are better than a normal meathead.”
Roxie didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. Her mouth and nose were wedged against the Weeping Angel’s undercarriage and even if she wasn’t so encumbered she was well past the point of conscious resistance. Long fingers splayed wide, Adelaide laid her palms against McCrimmon’s tummy and pushed hard enough to get a gasping exhalation against her trunks. “Mmmmmhhhhh, no need to rush, Carpenter.” she said to the ref, who was splooshing and splatting his way toward the action. “I’m rather enjoying the… grind… of this contest.” Al didn’t dignify this with an answer, instead he dropped to one knee and-- “Don’t count.” Brewster commanded. “Too quick. She doesn’t deserve quick. Check her wrist. I want everyone to see her for the furniture she is.”
The zebra took hold of Roxie’s right wrist but didn’t lift it. “It drops three times and you’re off her, am I clear?”
Adelaide nodded slowly. “Just… be thorough. I know I am.”
No response from Al, he’d already raised McCrimmon’s arm from the slime. He held it aloft for a three count before letting it drop. Glorp. He raised it a second time. Glorp. And one more time. Al kept it raised for a full count, then pulled away. Gloooorrrp. Soon as it hit he tapped a signal on his earpiece.
A few stories above the Timekeeper CLANGED a bell and the Announcer added, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Adelaide patted Roxie’s briefs in remarkably possessive fashion then got to her feet. Once she’d taken a moment to catch her breath, Brewster turned to the solitary cameraman and very slowly raised three fingers, which she proceeded to lick clean of slime. “That’s a three year reign.” she said softly. “Next year it will be four. Then five. Then six. Because I am the Queen of this Madhouse. And the rest of you my defenseless... tasty... inmates."
Without warning the doors wheezed shut and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow confines and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Half a dozen more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
All hail the Queen of the Madhouse, Adelaide Brewster
After a moment’s hesitation, the camera eased inside and found itself in the heart of the Madhouse for only the second time in history.
As luxurious as the name would indicate, the ‘Queen’s Chambers’ were large enough to include a second floor that was reached by means of a wide staircase at the center of the room. The paneling was all dark wood, the carpet was deep wine red pile with an intricate vine pattern and the décor was pure Charles Addams. To the left of the staircase were several shelves full of antique books and odd curios. Alongside these treasures were vases that could’ve been pilfered from any number of ancient tombs and a line of marble busts, presumably of some individuals famous enough to earn such immortalization. To the right of the staircase laid a relatively warmer area with a large glassed in fireplace ringed by a few overstuffed couches. Another interesting detail on this side of the room was a curious set of double doors, which seemed to vibrate and tremble in their frames if you watched them long enough. One could lose hours trying to catalogue the contents of this surprising space, but undertaking such an endeavor would mean ignoring the room’s three occupants and that would be a great shame indeed. The first of those individuals just happened to be erstwhile referee Al Carpenter. As far as the others are concerned, that‘s a task better handled by the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” his piped in voice proclaimed, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and the winner will be declared the Queen of the Madhouse for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts, she stands five feet nine inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is ROOOXXXAAANNNNNNEEE McccCCCRRIIIMMMMMMOOONNN!”
ROXIE MCCRIMMON:
The cheers that greeted her name were filtered through the Madhouse sound system of course, but that didn’t stop Roxie from offering the camera a broad grin and enthusiastic first pump. For her first battle against Miranda’s pet bloodsucker the former Tag Team champ wore a sporty, sturdy two piece done in a green just a shade or two more ‘Halloween’ than her usual togs. While she’d elected to go without pads or boots, the powerful blonde had wrapped her wrists and ankles in black tape to hopefully prevent any twisting or spraining during what was sure to be a whole lotta roughhousing.
Silent until the camera shifted to the second participant, the Announcer piped up with, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Church of Eternal Midnight she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the reigning and defending Queen of the Madhouse, this is ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Adelaide tipped her head back and closed her eyes, a serene smile on her cruel lips as she basked in the hatred poured down from the crowd amassed above. For this, her very favorite match of the entire year, she wore a simple black bikini etched throughout with the tiniest threads of red silk. Close inspection would reveal the pattern to be stylized rats, wolves, spiders and bats, but of course there was only one woman who’d get close enough to confirm this and by the time she did she’d be in no condition to do anything but scream. Like McCrimmon, Brewster had taped her wrists and ankles, though hers was an arterial red. With the time for talk finally over, Adelaide stepped toward her challenger, but spoke to Carpenter. “Ring the bell, chattel.”
BWOOOOOOONG!
Less than a foot removed from the Queen of the Madhouse, Roxanne kept her hands on her hips, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off Adelaide Brewster. “Nice place you’ve got here, Addy.” the blonde noted. “Could use some more natural lighting though. Airing this place out should get rid of the worst of the Hot Topic skank fumes. Skylight couldn‘t hurt either.”
Brewster smiled, showing the faintest crescent of teeth. “Only a blonde would want a skylight in a basement room. Of course every word out of your mouth is tainted with a strong dose of Boston foolishness. Why, that gives me an idea for your next shirt! Boston Idiot. I’ll have a design drawn up just as soon as you’re done kissing my NGH!”
McCrimmon’s hands flew up, found Brewster’s shoulders and shoved her back a good two-three steps. “Watch what you say about my city, bytch.” Roxie threatened. “It sounds like dirt in your mouth.”
Adelaide’s smile grew wider, even without the porcelain fangs her canine’s looked long and sharp. “And my name will sound like blood in yours.” She took another step back and stretched her arms wide. “Come get me you meatheaded Hooters reject. Your audience with the Queen has begun.”
Roxie didn’t need to be told twice, she came for Brewster with both hands seeking holds in her hai--”EEERRGGGH!” Adelaide’s invitation turned out to be a trap, one that ended with her left thumb jabbed into McCrimmon’s right eye. Immediately preoccupied by her blurred vision, Roxie was wide open when Adelaide stepped in, pivoted and THWHAPPED her left thigh across the other woman’s belly. Distracted or not, Roxie’s midsection was tuff enough to withstand the brunette’s first assault with little more than a grunt. The same was true of Brewster’s second and third shots, the Churchgoer didn’t do any significant hurt until she clamped down on McCrimmon’s shoulders and hopped into a snappy Double Kneelift that THWHUMPED home almost directly between Roxie’s navel and breasts.
‘Oooofffhing’ as the air puffed from her lips, Roxie reached around Adelaide’s biceps in the hopes of stifling her with a clinch, if not an outright Bear Hug. Imagine her shock then when Brewster beat her to the punch with a Hug of her own! Hands knotted against the small of her foe’s back, Adelaide knew it’d be pointless to try and lift the taller woman off her feet, yet that didn’t stop her from leaaaaaaaaaaaning back far enough to force Roxie onto her tiptoes. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Brewster cooed. “Has your earlier bravado already taken flight? Or maybe you’re just waiting for the sting of my teeth in your neck?” She leaned in with teeth bared, then let out an angry hiss when McCrimmon snatched a double handful of her hair.
Not bound by the civilities of the wrestling ring, Roxie made no effort to hide the fact that she was trying to liberate a great deal of the brunette’s scalp. “Keep your plastic fangs away from me, honey.” Rox grunted. “I’ve seen the sort of necks you bitUUUUGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide dipped her knees and popped up on her toes, lifting Roxie’s feet off the carpet by no more than three inches. Even so, the pressure brought to bear was immense and it was all McCrimmon could do to maintain her grip on Brewster’s hair. “Go ahead and fight it, gym rat.” Adelaide sneered after her constriction brought another startled gasp from the wriggling blonde. “Adrenaline, exhaustion and shame make for a wonderful marinaDDEERRRGGGHHHHH!”
Though Roxie prided herself on fighting clean fights she was wise enough to understand when an opponent, the environment or both required alterations to her game. Therefore she felt no particular remorse when she leaned in and started to chew on Brewster’s forehead! Astounded and enraged that this sniveling fitness poster reject would dare attack her in such fashion, Adelaide pushed onto her toes again, then dropped to her knees to pound her rival’s undercarriage with an improvised Inverted Atomic Drop.
It didn’t have nearly the impact of one delivered in the traditional fashion yet it proved more than enough to remove McCrimmon’s teeth from her head and that was all the Weeping Angel required. Still hugged up around Roxie’s waist, Brewster turned them toward the fireplace nook and took off as quickly as she could. Heels skidding and sliding across the deep carpet, McCrimmon landed a few sturdy Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s shoulders and the back of her neck but it wasn’t enough to stop Adelaide from THWHUMPING her spine-first into the back of one of those heavy antique couches. The furniture rocked the tiniest bit, Roxie however shuddered like she’d just been slammed into a steel ringpost.
“You may be a warrior and a former champion in the FAWN Arena, perhaps even in the rest of the Madhouse.” Adelaide purred into the stunned beauty’s ear. “But these are the Queen’s Chambers. MY chambers. And in here you are nothing more than what I make you.” With that she slammed Roxie into the couch again, then released her Hug and backed off by a couple steps. A Toe Kick to the belly made sure McCrimmon stayed short of breath when Brewster rushed in and collected her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Practically wedged up against the back of the couch already, Adelaide turned a quarter circle, sprang straight up and braced her feet against the rounded top. In the next instant she pushed off and swung around in a half circle that ended with her on her butt and Roxie’s chin THUMPING against the point of her right shoulder!
COUCH ASSISTED STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4tfqwpy1BA
Rocked onto her heels by the cleverly delivered Stunner, Roxie backward, bumped into the sofa and braced her hands against the top to keep from tumbling over. A good plan, unfortunately it didn’t take the Queen of Nightmares into consideration and Adelaide made her pay for the oversight by rushing in with a Clothesline that THWAPPED across the Beantown Bombshell’s chest. Roxie went up ‘n over, tumbling onto the couch cushions for all of a second before momentum carried her into an ungainly sprawl on the floor.
“Lovely.” Adelaide murmured as she surveyed the situation. “Who on earth would ever want a bearskin rug when they could have such a glorious blonde pelt stretched before their roaring fire?”
McCrimmon didn’t answer all at once, one hand was pressed against her face while the other rubbed at the small of her back. She wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but Adelaide had bytched her out since the opening bell and she needed to get her head straight right f*cking now. “You’re the one getting stretched tonight, Brewster. And once I’m in charge of this place I’m gonna OOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Adelaide climbed over and onto the couch while Roxie was running her mouth, then leapt off and SMECKED down atop her chest with a surprisingly brawny Splash. Hooking McCrimmon’s far leg in a rough cradle, Brewster braced her forearm against the prone woman’s cheek and ground it back n’ forth while she administered an utterly superfluous count. “ONE! TWO!”
Roxie rocked a shoulder up even though she didn’t have to, no way she was going to let Adelaide pin her in three minutes like she was nothing but spam in a swimsuit. Above her, Brewster leaned back on her haunches and smiled. “You made a mistake challenging me tonight, little girl.” She slung a leg over McCrimmon’s waist and climbed into a snug seat on her tummy. “Kerri Paige had true fire on her side and Calliope was at least deluded enough to believe she could win, but you? You still haven’t recovered from the beating West’s Furies gave you in the spring.” Brewster collected Roxie’s wrists and pinned them overhead even as she slipped her ankles in against the blonde’s heels. “And if you thought being a throne for Pandora was bad, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you realize you’re nothing more than my midnight snack.”
Roxie opened her mouth to answer, but whatever sharp words she had in mind came out as a sharp little gasp when Adelaide wrenched her stems apart in a painfully wide Double Leg Grapevine. Tummy arched strong n’ mean against McCrimmon’s own vaunted abs, Adelaide stretched the Grapevine until she heard the blonde moan in pain and anger. “You are woefully outmatched tonight, bikini meat.” Brewster hissed. “If you don’t want to leave these rooms on a stretcher you’ll wail your surrender right noOOWWWWWRRRRGGHH!”
The Beantown Bombshell tore one hand loose of Adelaide’s control and promptly gripped the other woman’s face in an angry, grasping claw. “If I wail for you,” Roxie snarled, “it’ll be because your nose is grinding against me AAARRRGGGHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
Adelaide pulled away from the blonde’s claw and promptly sank her teeth into the flesh between McCrimmon’s thumb and index finger. The bright, steely ache that ran up Roxie’s arm was far from pleasant, yet not entirely unwelcome because the resultant jolt got her other hand free of the brunette’s clutches. In no mood for civility after the embarrassments of the first few minutes, Roxie raaaaaaaked her claw across Adelaide’s eyes, then bucked her hips to send the Churchgoer rolling toward the nearest couch. Far more eager to avenge slights than nurse her aches, McCrimmon scrambled to her feet and immediately THWHAPPED hard kick into the penitent battler’s ribs. Adelaide ‘oofffhed’ flopped onto her side and would’ve kept right on rolling if she hadn’t hit the barrier of the couch.
Pretty face stern and hard, Roxie surveyed the situation for a moment, then drew back her foot and pounded another kick into Brewster’s tummy. “Try to bite me again and the next kick will be aimed at your mouth. Got me, sparkles?”
“Kiss my ass you peroxide sucking GGERRGGGHHH!” Roxie put a stop to Adelaide’s sass by peeling her off the carpet with a double handful of hair. Then she stuffed the brunette’s head under her left arm and helped herself to a big handful of opposing waistband. Turning so they were parallel to the fireplace instead of back to, McCrimmon bent her knees and hoisted the Weeping Angel into place directly over her head. “Count me off, huh Al?”
Carpenter could see no reason to deny the request, so he drew as close as he dared and started tolling numbers. At ‘TEN!’ Roxie kicked a leg forward and dropped backward to THWHUMP Adelaide’s spine onto the carpet with a flawless Vertical Suplex. Brewster groaned, shuddered hard and tried to turn onto one side but Roxie put an end to that by floating over into a smudgy Crossbody. Cinching up both of Brewster’s legs in a squirming bundle. McCrimmon pointed the Queen’s tush toward the lights and bellowed, “ONE! TWO!” Adelaide powered out at ‘TWO!’, like Roxie she wasn’t about to let some bytch pin her shoulders, even when it didn’t count. “Well at least you’re not a gutless quitter.” Rox chided. “I was worried you’d scurry on out of here the second I dropped your spooky ass.”
“My spooky ass is the last thing you’ll see before you pass out, meatheaDDUUUGGHHHHH!” Roxie raised her hands, joined them in an Axehandle and pounded it into the vulnerable brunette’s midsection. “Didn’t say you could talk, Addy. Feel free to squeal and wheeze, though. Those are good sounds on you.”
Burying her hands in the other woman’s hair, McCrimmon peeled her opposition off the carpet and hauled her upright. Then she slipped one arm between Brewster’s thighs and curled the other over one shoulder. Hands set against back and buttocks, Roxie shifted her hips and scooped Adelaide onto her right shoulder like she was little more than a bag of fall leaves. A Scoop Slam on the carpet would’ve been quite satisfying and she planned to deliver several over the course of the evening but at the moment she tromped around to the left side of the couch she’d tumbled over a few minutes prior.
“You’re looking a little tired, queenie.” the blonde taunted. “Why don’t you stretch out on the couch for a while?”
While it sounded like a suggestion Adelaide didn’t have any say in the matter, as evidenced by the authoritative way Roxie pushed onto her toes and THWHUMPED her down spine-first across the arm of the couch. Groaning in pain, Brewster started to sit up, then let out an angry snarl when McCrimmon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down flat again. But not entirely flat, that was impossible considering that everything from the small of her back on up was hanging over the edge of the couch.
“Lookin’ like a bit of a gym rat yourself, Adelaide.” Roxie grinned as she delivered several hard, condescending swats to the brunette’s exposed abs. “Who knew you prissy, sparkly vampires could get so toned?”
“Enjoy it while you can, bytch.” Adelaide snarled. “You’ll be lapping the sweat off my stomach before NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Roxie pounded a huge, overhand Forearm Smash down across the other woman’s tummy. “Not gonna happen, princess.” the blonde snorted. “But I might kiss a few of these bruises if you whimper loudly enough.” There weren’t any bruises apparent at the moment of course, that’s why Roxanne took such great pleasure in THWHAPPING the cudgel of her forearm across opposing abdominals more than half a dozen times. Sympathetic to Adelaide’s plight even though he had no particular liking for the woman, Al moved in against the back of the couch and asked, “How are you doing, Adelaide? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Brewster shook her head ‘no’, long, dark hair swishing back and forth as she did. “Don’t you dare. A little exertion will make this hunt all the more satisfyEEERRRRGGGHHHH BYTCH!”
Roxie stopped clubbing and started squeezing, slotting her right hand between Adelaide’s thighs for a Crotch Claw that short-circuited the brunette talon that was no doubt seeking her own womanhood. “This is what you call a little exertion, honey?” McCrimmon barked over her foe’s wailing. “I don’t usually burst into tears over a little exertion!”
Adelaide let out a harsh laugh even though the fire in her undercarriage burned hotter by the second. “No, you only burst into tears when a Raven takes your leg and mind-f*cks you into surrender! Nice ugly-cry face by the way, bikini meaEERRRNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Roxie squeezed the crotch grip that much harder and used it to pull the suffering brunette into an ungainly sprawl at her feet. “You really don’t want to mention her name when I’m around, Addy.” the blonde hardbody growled. “Not unless you want a taste of the ass whipping in her future.”
Brewster didn’t answer, she was curled into a loose ball and had both hands wedged against her stinging groin. The lack of reply must’ve bothered McCrimmon because she pulled Adelaide’s hands away from their protective detail and used them to draaaaaaaaaaaaag her into place alongside one of the other couches. “Stay right there, Elvira.” Roxie suggested as she climbed onto the couch. “I’ve gotta get my stake.” She didn’t really have a stake, she just needed a reason to make her way to the other end of the sofa. Even then she was only a few long strides from the prone brunette, but the truncated runway still gave her enough room to build up momentum when she ran back and dove off with a Mick Foley Elbow Drop that THWHUMPED between the Churchgoer’s tits.
FOLEY ELBOW @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnFh_qMXt2c
Adelaide jolted hard and sat up, both arms crossed tight against her aching sternum. “Still got some in the tank ya little monster?” Roxie teased. “Good, then you can take me on a guided tour of your hideout. Here, I’ll help ya up.” McCrimmon cupped her hands under Brewster’s chin and pulled her to verticality then slapped on a Side Headlock, all the better to control the pace of the tour. A quick glance gave her the lay of the (admittedly odd) land. If she continued on past the fireplace they’d reach the double doors, which would in turn bring them to the solarium where a pocket thunderstorm raged for all eternity. McCrimmon thought she’d like to explore that room later, after she’d put a few more hard miles on Brewster’s snotty chassis.
Intrigued by the door closest to the book shelves on the opposite side of the ground floor, Roxie ground the Headlock a little tighter and set off with Adelaide squirming and struggling in her wake. “This really IS a nice place, Addy.” the Beantown Bombshell admitted while taking in the myriad details. I think we could throw one helluva Halloween party here once I’m Queen, how’d you like to stay on and work the keGUUUFFHHH!”
Brewster punched the idiotic blonde in the stomach, then pounded home three more punches to show her just how much she despised the idea. “You’ll NEVER be Queen of these chambers.” Adelaide growled, her voice somewhat muffled by McCrimmon’s bicep and the side swell of her breast. “But I’ll be happy to make you the centerpiece the next time my sisters and I have a NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Roxie broke into a lumbering run, angled the both of ‘em toward the nearest bookshelf and BWUUUNKED the crown of Adelaide’s skull into the spines of several leather bound first editions. Brewster groaned and probably would’ve fallen to one knee if not for the Headlock and a hand braced against one of the lower shelves. “I’ve heard of hitting the books, but the books hitting back? Damn Addy, even the décor in this place doesn’t like you.” McCrimmon switched the Headlock to a hair-hold. straightened Brewster up and BWOOONKED her forehead into the books for the second time in less than twenty seconds. Proving she could be just as cruel as her adversary when called upon to do so, Rox pressed a forearm into the back of Adelaide’s neck and draaaaaaaaaaaaggged her protesting mug back n’ forth across the antique books.
Far from docile in the face of this abuse, Brewster fought like a trapped she-wolf, forcing McCrimmon to pay a high price for her captivity in the form of several elbows gouged into her tummy. The blonde endured these without complaint at first, but the Daughter of Darkness kept connecting with the same spot and Roxie could feel each one digging deeper than the last. Growling her displeasure, she suddenly jerked Adelaide away from the shelf and THWHUMPED her forehead one more time. Then she twisted Brewster around and shoved her against it hard enough to make the books shiver. One actually slid forward and started to fall before McCrimmon plucked it from the air.
“Oh, Arthur Machen. The Great God Pan and other stories.” Rox noted to no one in particular. “Kent’s told me about this one, says it’s really scary. I bet it’s right up your alley.”
Opening the volume to a spot somewhere in the middle, Roxanne stuffed it against Adelaide’s face, then used her forearm to keep it in place so she could shovel punch after punch after punch into the brunette’s defenseless midsection. Adelaide retaliated as best she could but the prolonged mugging at the shelves combined with the book smudged against her face meant she soaked up three punches for every one she blocked. Eventually her knees gave way and she started to slide to a seat or at least she would have if her foe hadn’t tossed Machen aside and welcomed Brewster across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Ya know what? I’m done exploring.” Roxie smirked while she got used to Adelaide’s weight. “I think it’s about time I dumped your sorry ass through that trapdoor up on the landDDNNNNGGGGGH!”
Adelaide drilled an elbow into the side of McCrimmon’s head. And another. And another. And another, until she was able to kick / slide her way clear of the Fireman’s Carry. The Weeping Angel touched down directly behind her stunned opponent and while such a position offered a wealth of wrestling related advantages, Adelaide chose something even more satisfying. Plucking a heavy volume from the shelf to their right, she hefted it in both hands and THWHUMPED Roxie upside the head! McCrimmon grunted, staggered forward and crumpled to all fours. Above her, a smiling Adelaide raised the book high overhead and brought it THWHAPPING down between the penitent woman’s shoulders. Roxie went down like a sack of mail and Adelaide planted a heel between her shoulders, an emphatic show of domination from the Queen of the Madhouse.
“Lovecraft, I should’ve known.” Brewster grinned after inspecting the title on her weapon of choice. “You haven’t let me down yet.” Returning her attention to McCrimmon after she’d set HPL in his proper place, Adelaide bent down and deftly unsnapped the clasp that held Roxie’s bra strap together. “The nubile blonde trash is always topless by this point.” Adelaide explained as she peeled the garment away with minimal resistance. “No reason life shouldn’t imitate art, right?”
Roxie’s arms instinctively covered her chest even though she was stretched out on her stomach. “Cheating tramp,” she groaned. “I’m gonna de-fang you for thEERGGGHH GUUURRRHHHK!”
Far from impressed by these mumbled threats, Brewster dropped into a heavy seat on the small of her rival’s back, then leaned forward and snatched Roxie’s left wrist in her right hand and vice-versa. Drawing the gym rat’s hands up to about level with her shoulders, Adelaide pulled the smooshed ‘X’ of her prey’s forearms across her own throat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to secure the Noctem Aeturnus.
NOCTEM AETURNUS @ 1:29
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIyLgmBZJWM
The book-induced headache faded into the background as Rox fought to get a full breath down her throat. Coughing and rasping, she worked hard to twist her wrists free of Adelaide’s grip but the brunette only dug her heels in and cranked back all the harder. “See how easily I took your top, bikini meat?” Adelaide chided. “It’ll be just as simple to take your submission and with it, your pride. Your self respect. Your HEART!” Brewster leaned forward for just a moment before reefing back on her hold that much harder.
Far less bothered by the loss of her attire than Adelaide would’ve hoped (or believed) Roxie shook her head ‘no’ as best she could when Al asked for her submission. He didn’t ask a second time but McCrimmon knew from his tone that the official would keep asking if she didn’t do something fast. Eyes closed to better focus on the task at hand, Rox leaned back into the hold as much as she could bear. It eased the pressure the tiniest bit, which in turn allowed her to wiggle her legs against the carpet. Only a little at first, then a little more and some more and finally she rose to one knee.
Adelaide greeted this adjustment with a hiss of disdain rather than surprise. She’d been aware of the blonde’s plot from the moment it began, she’d simply chosen not to acknowledge it in the hopes that it would fail. Since it hadn’t she clambered to her feet and once again placed a foot between Roxie’s shoulders. “Face to the floor in the presence of your queen, peasant.” She released Roxie’s wrists as she stamped down, thus exacerbating the truncated Curb Stomp that THWHUNKED McCrimmon’s forehead against the carpet.
CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U40KQn5XIUg
Understandably dazed by the heavy blow, Roxanne lolled onto her back and put both hands to her throbbing nogg--”OOOOFFFFHHH!” Adelaide sat heavily on her tummy, a languid bit of dominance she enjoyed very much. Claiming a wrist in either hand, Brewster wedged the blonde’s arms to her sides and shifted her legs to keep them pinned in place. “You have gone from welcome guest to noxious intruder, Roxanne McCrimmon.” Adelaide cooed as she made a show of limbering up her fingers. “It’s high time you learned what happens to the unfortunates who dare disrespect my home.”
Roxie lifted one shoulder and then the other, fighting valiantly to free at least one arm before the cruel bytch “EEEERRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Brewster clamped down on the blonde’s breasts and twisted in opposite directions even as she pushed down with all her weight. Head tossed back as she poured on the pressure, Adelaide sighed, “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” She squeezed all the harder and twisted her wrists savagely to elicit a loud shriek from McCrimmon.
Al hurried over and dropped to one knee with a question on his lips even though he already knew the answer. “What do you say, Roxie? Need me to call it?”
Rox shook her head ‘no’, simultaneously angry and embarrassed to answer that question in regards to a goddamned Breast Claw. “I’ll be fine, Al.” she growled. “I’ve seen games at Chuck E. Cheese with stronger claws than thiSSSSAAAIIEEEEEEEEEE OOOOHHHH YOOUUU BYTCH!”
Adelaide honed her claws in on the Beantown Bombshell’s nipples and treated them to a bout of pulling, twisting and tweasing that brought involuntary tears to Roxie’s eyes. “It’s okay to cry, little girl.” Adelaide purred. “That’s exactly what the audience would expect from vacuous bikini meat at this point in the storGUURRHHK!”
McCrimmon tore her right arm loose from Brewster’s pin and immediately wrapped a white-knuckled fist around her throat. “Let. Go. NOW.” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Brewster didn’t like this new arrangement in the slightest and she meant to correct it as quickly as possible, yet pride wouldn’t let her release the pincer to gain her freedom. Eyes slitted but unwavering, the Daughter of Darkness rolled Roxie’s nubs between thumb and forefinger, then pulled up hard enough to make the hardbody keen low in the back of her throat. “Give up or I’ll--” Adelaide’s croaked response ended in a surprised wheeze when McCrimmon got her other hand free and doubled down on the Stranglehold. Even knowing full well that the official would see to the illegal hold in a moment, Brewster released her grip after a final twist and made McCrimmon pay for her defiance by raking her across the eyes.
The hands at her throat loosened, then dropped away so Brewster added a few more scratches for good measure. A short Haymaker to the jaw kept Roxie stunned long enough for Adelaide to haul her up with a huge hank of hair. “I’m disappointed with you, McCrimmon.” the brunette noted as her free hand groped for the handle of the door nearest the shelves. “How can you be a role model for upstanding young women like your daughter if you’ve got the moral compunctions of a back alley strangler?” She didn’t wait for an answer, rather she cracked the door open the tiniest bit and then TWHUNKED Roxie against it forehead-first.
Heavy or not, the door swung open and McCrimmon staggered into a large library. The walls were covered with floor to ceiling shelves and several comfortable antique reading chairs were stationed at strategic points. Near the center waited a pair of sturdy oak tables. Adelaide went to them with Roxie staggering along beside. “Perhaps some time spent studying the classics will make you a better mother? Here, take a seat while I select a few volumes.” The Queen of Nightmares yanked McCrimmon up on her toes then bounced her forehead off the table with enough force to make it shiver. A quick perusal of one section of the books left Brewster with a frown on her face. “Hmmmmhhh… all of these are well above a seventh grade reading level.” She snapped her fingers sharply. “I know! Since I can’t improve your original brain I’ll simply extract it and put a better one in its place!”
Returning to Roxie, she secured her blonde at trunks and tresses and muscled her up onto the table. Al Carpenter strode into the room about the time Brewster hopped up alongside Roxanne. The sight although intriguing, did not please the official in the slightest. “C’mon Adelaide, get down from there! Those things look solid but everybody knows they’re gimmicked to give way if they take too much pressure!”
Adelaide smiled, bent down and twined her fingers in McCrimmon’s hair. “Oh, I know, Carpenter.” she hauled Roxie to hands and knees, all the better to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. “But I simply won’t be able to sleep until I know just how much pressure these things can withstand.”
On that season appropriate note the brunette leaned down, wrapped her arms around Roxie’s waist and muscled her up onto her shoulders for an unforgettable Powerbomb! More terrified than she’d ever admit to anyone, Roxie cupped the back of Adelaide’s skull in one hand and spiked right hands down between her eyes until the coil on her loosened enough for her to slide free. Landing on her feet sent a nauseating wobble through the table, but it held for the moment and so did the warriors battling atop it.
Desperate to create a little space between herself and the Churchgoer, McCrimmon snatched hold of Adelaide’s hair and flung her from her perch to the flo--NO! Adelaide adjusted in mid-air to skip across the wide gap between tables. Rounding on one heel to smirk at the Boston hardbody, Brewster spread her arms wide and proclaimed, “These are MY chambers, peasant! My castle! It will take far more than the likes of you to ever drive me from these waLLLNNNGGHHHH!”
Roxanne charged, leapt over the gap and drilled her shoulder into the brunette’s exposed tummy with a ridiculous Spear that sent both women hurtling into the aether. A landing on the floor could’ve been calamitous, thankfully Adelaide THWHUMPED back-first into one of the overstuffed chairs. Far too polite to complain about such a sudden, violent imposition, the chair simply toppled over backward, spilling both women to the floor in a tangle of groaning, sweating girl flesh.
Frankly astonished that the tables were still upright while his charges were not, Al stepped between the sprawled battlers and dropped to one knee for a proper check. “How ya doin’, Rox? Can you continue?”
McCrimmon moaned, sat up and SMACKED Adelaide on the ass. “That answer your question, stripeSNNNGGGHHH!”
Brewster didn’t appreciate the slap and illustrated her displeasure by pounding a sharp kick into the blonde’s midsection. “Your bias is showing, Carpenter.” Adelaide wheezed as she clambered to verticality. “Asking about the peasant before you ask about your queen. I’ll make sure to take this grievance up with the front office… or perhaps I’ll explain myself to Jen--”
“Worrying about the wrong blonde, Bella.” Roxie croaked from over one shoulder.
The Daughter of Darkness wheeled around and almost laughed aloud when she spied McCrimmon fighting her way up with the help of the far wall. “Oh, I’m not worried about Jacobs, gym rat. But she is at least an interesting quarry where you’re nothing more than--” Her voice dropped away when Rox put a hand against the wall and disappeared up to the wrist! Amazed that this place could still surprise her after two years, Adelaide grinned like a shark as a large section of wall slid aside to reveal darkness beyond. Correction, a faint green phosphorescence came from below. “Hello old friend.” she cooed to the gloom at Roxie’s back. “I’ve brought you another gift.” Adelaide charged and dropped a shoulder for a Spear of her owTHWHACK!
McCrimmon landed a desperate punt between the eyes that rocked Adelaide back on her heels. Mostly certain she knew what waited in the dark, Roxanne grabbed Brewster at trunks and tresses and sneered, “You first, sparkles.” Stomping boldly toward the threshold, McCrimmon stopped at the edge and hurled Adelaide out of sight. There was a loud SMACK immediately followed by a louder SPLORT as Brewster came down face, chest and tummy first in the glowing green slime. After a brief silence came the sounds of sliding and groaning, the two almost interchangeable thanks to the odd acoustics of the Madhouse.
Simultaneously surprised and pleased to discover the difference in elevations between library and pit was almost the same as coming off the top rope, Roxie went to the very edge and called down, “How you doin’ sparkles? Feeling up to having your ass kicked a little more? Or you wanna just go ahead and crown me queen right now?”
Adelaide pushed to all fours, swiped a forearm across her face to clear the worst of the gunk, then rasped, “You mistake this lake of ooze for a refuse pit, Boston. Take your garbage elsewhere, tramp.”
McCrimmon opened her mouth, closed it without saying a word. She glanced over her shoulder at Al Carpenter. “Bytch is still running her mouth. I’m gonna cave it in.”
The ref extended a hand toward the looming darkness. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“I won’t, just as soon as you get off my runway.” Al blinked, realized he was indeed directly behind the Beantown Bombshell and took a few steps to one side. Path cleared, Roxie jogged to the edge of the second table, then whipped around and charged full throttle down her own trail. Crouching just as she reached the edge, McCrimmon pushed off and hurled herself into the gloom like a sixty-eight inch missile, one equipped with a Flying Lariat Warhead capable of taking the Churchgoer’s head from her shoulders in a single sto--’OOOOOHHHHHH!’ A gasp of surprised horror from those watching above when Brewster stepped toward the divebombing blonde, tilted her head back and spewed a cloud of directly into Roxie’s face. It wasn’t black of course, the lighting just made it look that way. But black or red, Adelaide’s secret weapon transformed McCrimmon’s beautiful airborne assault into a clumsy headlong dive that ended with her THWHAPSPLATTING face-first into the ankle deep slime.
The bottom of the slime pit was softer than the canvas-sheathed plywood of the wrestling ring, just not soft enough to keep McCrimmon from losing her wind on impact. Even so she forced herself to all fours in about five seconds, a show of resilience that earned a relieved cheer from the disembodied fans. They’d just started urging Rox to her feet when Adelaide rushed in from the left, leapt and planted her right foot across the base of the blonde’s neck. THWHUNK! The Queen of Nightmares pistoned her leg down, driving Roxanne’s skull into the floor with a Curb Stomp not even mildly softened by the slime. McCrimmon bounced but didn’t roll over, rather she stayed slopped on one side until Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to a knock-kneed verticality.
“There’s an old saying that goes ‘the heart knows what the head won’t say’…” Adelaide cooed as she claimed Roxie’s right wrist in her right hand. “I think it’s time you started listening to your heart, Roxanne.”
“Uuuhhhh… already am.” McCrimmon huffed. “It’s telling me to EEERRGGGGHHH!” Adelaide bent the blonde’s captured arm over and behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. In the next instant she curled her left hand into a fist and PWAAAAKED it against the swell of her foe’s left breast. Rox’s jugg mushroomed beneath the blow and her loose knees gave another serious wobble but she stayed on her feet. Not the least bit put out of countenance, Brewster drove home a second Heart Punch, then tacked on a third even when the Bostonian’s legs betrayed her.
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef5T3Ir2yY0
Alas even the small mercy granted by woozy faceplant into the muck was denied her because Adelaide spun around behind the blonde without releasing her Wristlock. Doing so transformed the hold into a Cut-Throat, Roxanne’s strong bicep wedged snugly against her vulnerable throat. Snuggled in close on McCrimmon’s six, Brewster put her lips to opposing ear and whispered, “Even if you leave this room, you’ll never leave this room. By my kiss I make it so.” She dipped her head and chomped down on the left side of her rival’s neck.
Roxie clenched her teeth so tightly they made an unpleasant grinding noise. She didn’t scream but she did keen low in the back of her throat and sag backward into the brunette to keep from losing her balance. Adelaide drew away with a flourish, deftly switching control of McCrimmon’s wrist from right hand to left as she did so. Then she crouched low, hooked her right arm between the blonde’s thighs and hoisted her onto her shoulders for a Torture Rack. The FAWNatics roared in apprehension, trying to mass their collective will in a last ditch effort to free Roxie from her tormentor’s THWHUNKSPLORT--”NNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Brewster kicked her left leg forward and laid out on her left side to plant Roxie on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of Blood & Black Lace. McCrimmon tumbled onto her back and tried to sit up, alas she only managed to lift her head before Brewster palmed it in both hands and smooshed her down flat.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
“Would you look at that.” the brunette’s mouth was a dripping, crimson crescent as she lowered her backside onto McCrimmon’s insensate features. “You managed to be a midnight snack AND a throne! Perhaps you are better than a normal meathead.”
Roxie didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. Her mouth and nose were wedged against the Weeping Angel’s undercarriage and even if she wasn’t so encumbered she was well past the point of conscious resistance. Long fingers splayed wide, Adelaide laid her palms against McCrimmon’s tummy and pushed hard enough to get a gasping exhalation against her trunks. “Mmmmmhhhhh, no need to rush, Carpenter.” she said to the ref, who was splooshing and splatting his way toward the action. “I’m rather enjoying the… grind… of this contest.” Al didn’t dignify this with an answer, instead he dropped to one knee and-- “Don’t count.” Brewster commanded. “Too quick. She doesn’t deserve quick. Check her wrist. I want everyone to see her for the furniture she is.”
The zebra took hold of Roxie’s right wrist but didn’t lift it. “It drops three times and you’re off her, am I clear?”
Adelaide nodded slowly. “Just… be thorough. I know I am.”
No response from Al, he’d already raised McCrimmon’s arm from the slime. He held it aloft for a three count before letting it drop. Glorp. He raised it a second time. Glorp. And one more time. Al kept it raised for a full count, then pulled away. Gloooorrrp. Soon as it hit he tapped a signal on his earpiece.
A few stories above the Timekeeper CLANGED a bell and the Announcer added, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout and STILL Queen of the Madhouse… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Adelaide patted Roxie’s briefs in remarkably possessive fashion then got to her feet. Once she’d taken a moment to catch her breath, Brewster turned to the solitary cameraman and very slowly raised three fingers, which she proceeded to lick clean of slime. “That’s a three year reign.” she said softly. “Next year it will be four. Then five. Then six. Because I am the Queen of this Madhouse. And the rest of you my defenseless... tasty... inmates."