Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 1:42:36 GMT
The ring announcer directed everyone’s attention to the FAWNtron as the gigantic plasma screen cut to a live feed of one of the replica penthouses at the Harrenhal training facility. For the moment there was only one figure present in the lavishly decorated foyer, the referee known only by the mononym of Merle.
“Introducing first, from Winter Park, Florida… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty four pounds… Please welcome, Allison Addison!” a voice boomed over a set of speakers hidden throughout the penthouse.
Right on cue, the door to the adjoining guest room slid open, revealing the young red headed tyro. For the first FAWN-sanctioned Apartment House Wrestling match of her young career, Allison wore a frilly, peach colored set of bra and panties accented in teal. According to the unspoken rules of AHW, she went without pads or footwear, and the neatly trimmed nails on her fingers and toes were painted fire-engine red.
ALLISON ADDISON
Despite not yet being out of her teens, Addison had felt for a long time that she deserved a better spot on the card. While tormenting hapless losers like Charlie Dawson or Bianca Simpson was its own reward, those were hardly the kind of performances that earned ego-boosting puff pieces in Gladiatrix. Plucking the feathers from the Raven, however, was exactly the kind of high profile victory she needed to start headlining pay-per-views.
After all, if Amara Singh could use Lemarchand as a stepping stone to go from forgotten peasant to Golden Empress, then surely Allison could do the same, according to the whisperings of a certain Icy Manipulator.
“Is your name really Merle?” the redhead asked derisively as she stepped to the referee for the pre-match inspection.
“Well, actually --”
“Oh my God, shut up shut up shut up!” Allison snapped. “It was a rhetorical question, and your voice is sooooooo annoying!”
Merle grumbled and groused under his breath as he finished his inspection, and then the speakers crackled once more.
“And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds, she is the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
A door on the opposite wall swung open and Lenore padded onto the carpet, her dark eyes trained on the snappy teenage upstart. For her first encounter with FAWN’s latest self anointed catfight queen, Emily’s Lady in Waiting wore a strappy bra and equally sturdy panties both in dark, royal purple. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail when she came through the door, but sensing a great deal of savagery in the immediate future, she pulled the tie loose and slipped it around her wrist for safekeeping.
Smiling slightly as she offered her wrists, knees and ankles to the referee for inspection, Lemarchand noted, “Are you really going to take that sort of sass from her, Merle?” She still has a curfew, for Chrissakes.” Merle kept his face carefully neutral, but Lenore thought she heard the faintest of snorts after the ref finished his check.
Allison was less amused. “First off, I’ve NEVER had a curfew.” she snapped to the brunette. “Second, even if I DID, it’s still a better accessory than your Life Alert Bracelet, you hag.”
The Courtier flicked her eyes to Merle, a sort of ‘you believe this chick?’ glance that made Addison’s blood boil. “No curfew? Well, that explains the terrible behavior and undeserved sense of entitlement. Don’t worry though, I can spank that out of you easily enough.”
Allison’s nostrils flared, she didn’t take this sort of shyt from anyone, let alone a Chess Club pin-up who was barely a Five in soft lighting and expensive underwear. Teeth bared in a snarl, she growled and took a step forward only to pause when the Raven did the same.
“Gonna wreck your shyt, gramma.” Addison hissed after she’d backed up.
Separated by nothing but a stretch of expensive carpet and the faintest respect for tradition, Lenore and Allison started to circle the instant Merle gave them leave. Neither made an attempt to close on her foe, but it was clear from the crook of their fingers and the sweep of their eyes that when they did move, it would be quick and undeniably violent.
“So, you’re Emily’s favorite, hmmmmmh?” Addison noted after a rotation or two. “I must say, I’m a little disappointed. I was expecting someone more impressive than a chick who looks like the AV Club’s wet dream.”
Lemarchand smiled sweetly. “And when the matchmaking committee told me a redhead had challenged me to an Apartment Bout, I dared hope Miriam had dared accept my longstanding invitation.” She let the smile fade away to nothing. “Imagine my disappointment when they told me it was you.”
Allison closed by a few steps, though she was still just shy of the Courtier’s questing fingers.
“Rest assured, hag, that’s the LEAST of the disappointments you’ll face to--” the redhead feigned a slap to the face, pulled it and CRAAACKED her right palm against Lemarchand’s left bicep hard enough to make Merle wince.
Lenore absorbed the smack with a grimace and nothing more, good thing too, as the second feint proved no feint at all. Even so, the Raven caught Addison’s wrist in her right hand and gave it a sharp little twist that made Allison gasp. Losing a hand didn’t slow down the tyro in the slightest, she simply snapped her other hand straight for “BYTCH!” Allison snarled when Lemarchand short-circuited the hair-pull with a crisp sideswipe slap to her opponent’s tits.
That first skirmish ended immediately thereafter as Addison raised a foot, planted it against Lemarchand’s tummy and shoved her away with a forceful Push Kick. “Disengaging so quickly?” Lenore asked with a sniff while her foe ‘snapped’ her waistband back into place. “The rumor mill says you’re supposed to be fearless in these NNNGGGHHH!”
Addison didn’t pull the Bytch Slap this time and it caught the brunette flush on the cheek. She growled, readied a response, then stood down once she realized Allison had danced out of reach.
“I AM fearless, hag,” she chided. “As you’ll find out when I’m shrugging off your pitiful claws to twist, scratch, rake, and otherwise rip every inch of your ERRRRRHHHH!”
Addison rocked back on her heels when Lemarchand pounced for a Collar & Elbow, then paid for committing too early because Lenore dipped beneath her hands and slipped around behind. In a wrestling ring it would’ve meant falling into a Waistlock or any other vulnerable positions. On the carpet it meant Lenore treated both glutes to a hard squeeze before yanking on the younger woman’s togs. Allison cursed, fired an elbow over one shoulder and brought one heel down on the carpet but came up short on both attempts.
“Spare me the glaring eyes and the hissed threats,” Lenore almost scoffed. “It’ll take more than that to--OW SLUT!”
The retaliatory clench proved another trick, Addison sending her hands south to clamp down on the brunette’s modest assets. Digging in and pushing forward at the same time, Allison backed Lenore across the living room and smirked when she thumped against the tastefully painted wall.
“You don’t need these, right?” she gave Lemarchand’s bust a rough squeeze. “You mustn’t. They feel like they’ve never been--”
Allison would’ve said ‘used’ if the Raven hadn’t filled her talons with the redhead’s breasts and done some squeezing of her own. Addison didn’t lose her balance or even her grip, yet the counter startled her just long enough for Lemarchand to reverse their positions on the wall.
“You’re one to talk, fresh meat,” Lenore cooed. “How is it that a bytch who can’t buy her own drinks has tits like a fifty-something cocktail waitNNGGGGHHHH!”
Allison spun them a second time and pressed in that much closer, the redhead using her tummy and forehead to keep her foe from peeling herself off the wall again.
“Talk about my tits while you can, slut,” she taunted. “You’re gonna be crying INTO them soon enough. In the meantime let’s see if I can‘t have a little fun.”
Narrowing her focus from claw to pincer, Addison slipped her fingers beneath her rival’s cups, took her nubs between thumb & forefinger and gave ‘em a vile twist! It was far from pleasant, as evidenced by Lemarchand’s pained wince, yet she made no attempt to coun-- the redhead’s wicked smile gave way to an irritated sneer as Lenore shifted her footing ever so slightly and caught Allison’s right thigh between her own, thus stopping the Low Blow in its tracks.
“Not bad,” Addison dealt with her disappointment by giving Lenore’s nipples another twist. “Maybe you won’t be as boring as I feared. Still, you’re going to have to do something about eeerrrrrrggggghhh!”
Only problem with a double claw? Meant both hands were occupied, thus Allison had nothing in the way of defense when Lemarchand buried a hand in those haughty copper locks and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle. That left one hand free and though there was something in the Floridian’s features that just screamed ‘slap me’, Emily’s Lady in Waiting crooked her fingers into a spade and raaaaaaaaaked her foe from cheek to chin.
“Keep at my tits if you want, princess,” Lemarchand repeated her previous swipe, making a conscious effort to trace over those fresh pink welts. “Something tells me I’ll draw blood firGURGH!”
The sadistic ingénue relinquished her titty twister to give Lenore a taste of her own hair-pulling medicine. Her other hand clamped down on the brunette’s cheeks, Addison mashing her opponent’s patrician features in a humiliating fish face.
“Go on, keep running your mouth, f*ckwit. You may not be hurting… yet, but we both know you’re vulnerable. She told me as MUUURGGGHHH!”
Lenore hooked her ‘clawin’ thumb into the side of Allison’s mouth and did her best to expand the redhead’s smile by a few inches. “Do I LOOK vulnerable, bytch?” Lemarchand mumbled around the encroaching fingers. “Do I FEEL vulnerabAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!”
Not about to let this chess club pin-up out savage her in the penthouse, Addison jammed a thumb into her attacker’s nose, jerked her head forward and THUMPED it against the wall. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, you do. But as vulnerable as you look now, you’re gonna look downright used up by the time I’ve finished using you as NNNNGGGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
In her efforts to mangle the brunette’s face, Allison forgot about their tangled legs, so Lenore reminded her by THUMPING a short Kneelift into the younger woman’s undercarriage! Allison released her hooks and wrapped both arms around the Raven’s shoulders, both to support her abruptly sagging weight and presumably to keep her glued to the penthouse wall.
“Yuuuhhh… you’re gonna pay for that, cunt,” she groaned. “Working my trunks is a good way to OOOFFFHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore wrapped her opponent’s midsection in a Hug of her own and twisted her hips to slam Addison’s butt & back against the wall. Then she grabbed the redhead’s wrists, pinned them up over her head and pressed in chest to chest, tummy to tummy.
“Suddenly your challenge makes a lot of more sense, Ali,” Lemarchand cooed into the catfighter’s face. “Seems a certain murderous bytch has been whispering in your ear, let me guess, did she tell you I’d lost my edge? That now would be the perfect time for you to carve your name into my back? Well, I’m afraid there’s something she didn’t tell you…”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden snatched a double handful of Allison’s hair, took a step back and torqued her hips to send A-Double flying across the living room with a HairMare that THWHUMPED her against the soft pile! Leaning against the wall as Allison clambered to all fours, Lenore ran a hand through her hair and chided, “I’m also extremely pissed off.”
“Bitch, please,” the redhead sneered. “Whattaya gonna do? Recite the digits of pi at me?”
Even if Lenore were so inclined, she would not have gotten past 3.14159 before Addison rammed into her, driving a shoulder low into her hips in an attempt to tackle her to the carpet. It might have worked had there been more room to work with, but instead Allison only succeeded in driving the Raven up against a wall. The failed takedown didn't slow down Addison’s offense though, because she simply turned her head to the side and sank her teeth into the flesh on Lemarchand’s bare thigh.
Lenore YOOWCH’ed in pain and surprise, and a second later her world turned topsy-turvey when Allison hurled her up, over, and back with a Back Body Drop. The plush carpeting absorbed most of the impact of Lemarchand landing on her back, and she would have clambered to her feet immediately were it not for her opponent quickly scrambling into a reverse straddle atop her chest.
“God, your tits are as flat as your personality. It's like sitting on a surfboard,” Allison scoffed as she delivered a few slaps to Lenore’s bare stomach. “What the hell does anyone see in you?”
The Raven retaliated by raking her talons across Addison’s lower back, carving a series of parallel lines ten at a time, much to the displeasure of the redhead. Deciding that the belly slaps weren't getting the job done, Allison reached a little further south and grabbed two handfuls of Lemarchand’s bottoms.
“Watch yourself, skank. Go under my trunks and -- ARRRGGGHH BITCH!” Lenore shrieked when Addison treated her to a brutal Front Wedgie by yanking her waistband until it reached up well past her belly button.
“You really don't have the body to be wearing lingerie, Brainiac. I recommend a good pair of granny panties, or maybe some Spanx for these love handleeeEEAARRGHH, YOU SLUT!” Allison yowled when the Raven fought fire with fire, pulling up on the back of the redhead’s waistband to subject her to a more traditional yet equally unpleasant Wedgie from the rear.
Not at all enjoying the sensation of her underwear riding up into her nethers, Addison switched to a one-handed grip on her Front Wedgie and then dropped a vicious Hammerfist directly onto Lemarchand's pubic mound with her free hand. The blatant Low Blow flooded Lenore with so much agony that she turned nauseous, all thoughts of maintaining her grips on the Wedgie temporarily forgotten, and Allison took the opportunity to quickly pivot away from the reverse straddle across her chest.
After getting to her feet and taking a moment to rearrange her bottoms into a more comfortable position, Allison took control of Lenore’s ankles and held the Raven’s legs apart in a V-shape, the brunette still too preoccupied with her throbbing undercarriage to offer much resistance. Addison decided to go low once more, dropping to a kneeling position and driving her right knee directly into Lemarchand’s exposed crotch.
“NNNRRRGGGGHHHH…” Lenore groaned, unable to properly verbalize the string of colorful curses that ran through her mind.
Allison shifted her weight to better grind her hard, bony knee into her opponent’s soft, fleshy groin, and then she spread her arms out in a T-shape to test the Raven’s gams with a Wishbone.
“You're good at opening your legs,” Addison said after twenty seconds of the torture failed to yield a submission. “Must have made you real popular with the math team.”
Lenore had indeed been a fixture on her high school math team, though that was more for her expertise in combinatorics and number theory than what she could do with her legs. She doubted that her foe would appreciate a lecture on the Chinese remainder theorem, so instead she offered a lesson in anatomy. Gritting her teeth, Lemarchand reached down and wriggled her hand into the pit of the redhead’s knee that was currently crushing her groin, and then squeezed until her knuckles turned white.
A bolt of pain shot up to Addison’s hip along her thigh, and a moment later she went numb and weak in her right leg. Unable to keep her balance, she collapsed to the carpet, released Lenore’s ankles, and rolled to a safe distance a few feet away.
“What the hell?! That hurt, you bitch!” she spat as she laid on the carpet and tried to massage the sensation back into her leg.
“Sciatic nerve,” the Raven hissed as she finally undid the Front Wedgie and tended to her throbbing crotch. “Maybe you would have known that if you weren't too cool for school.”
“Shut your face, geek,” Addison’s ‘tude returned stronger than ever once she was back on her feet. “Or you’ll be able to floss with the next wedgie.”
“Watch who you threaten, bikini meat,” Lemarchand countered pleasantly. “Unless of course you enjoy the taste of those smutty little briefs.”
Allison flipped hair out of her face, the Crimson Catfighter plainly furious at this social reject’s defiance. Raising one hand to shoulder level, she curled and uncurled her fingers, allowing the mellow lighting to wink off the blood-red lacquer of her nails. “That’s it. I’m going to pluck your feathers one by one, little bird.”
Lenore kissed her fingertips and briskly smacked her backside, lest there be any confusion on just what the ingénue could do with her threats. Addison came at her fast and quiet, a combination that might’ve startled the Raven more if she wasn’t so used to it in herself. Palms out to defend against any slaps or knees, Lenore feinted a shot of her own only to reel it back and swing around low when Allison tried to clench. Taking her rival’s back was a possibility, but the Courtier was looking to avenge the attack on her trunks so she ran her fingers along the slim-thick curve of Addison’s belly and dug in a little as she rounded the curve from hip to buttock.
Allison gasped more in surprise than hurt, though the sting of Lemarchand’s passing was quite unpleasant. Whirling to find the other woman already out of reach, Addison narrowed her eyes. “You don’t want to play this game with me, cunt. I will scratch you raw.”
Lenore tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered the redhead a beautiful smile. “Perhaps so. But the winner wears them like a badge of honor. You however, won’t be wearing a two-piece for a mon--”
Allison pounced even quicker than before so you could understand her anger when Lenore drifted away like a cool breeze. Well, a cool breeze that snuggled in against her opponent’s back and rushed forward to THUMP Addison’s tummy into the back edge of an elegant green couch.
“UnnnnggghhOOOOWWW F*CKER!”
The redhead’s pain exploded into flat out rage when Lenore gave her buttocks a soft squeeze, then raaaaaaaaaked ’em from south to north! Addison swung around with a Haymaker at the ready, one that passed well over Lemarchand’s head as she’d dipped low in case of just such a reaction.
The extreme proximity didn’t allow for much in the way of strategy or finesse, so Lenore simply stuffed a shoulder into Addison’s midriff and smashed her back against the couch with a sawed-off Shoulderblock. T’was far from pleasant, yet Allison endured the hurt long enough to catch the brunette in a Front Facelock. Bearing down on Lemarchand’s head with enough venom to make the other woman stamp her feet in protest, Addison SMACKED a few open-handed slaps against her foe’s lower back, then hooked a greedy handful of those dark blue bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked like she meant to split Lenore in half.
“Fair warning, f*ckface!” Allison sneered as she sawed the makeshift handle every which way but loose. “If they tear before you tap I’m gonna make you eat AAAAARRRRRRHHHHH SHYT!”
The savage newcomer had helped herself to a taste of the Courtier earlier in their battle, now Lenore did the same, the far from helpless battler sinking her teeth deep into Addison’s svelte flank.
“Enjoy it now you bony slut,” Allison snarled through clenched teeth. “It won’t taste nearly so good when you’re chewing on WHOOOAAANGGHHH!”
Cheers from the absentee crowd as Lemarchand knotted her hands below the redhead’s buttocks and muscled her up just high enough to make it extremely painful when she went down on one knee. Knocked up on her tiptoes by the Inverted Atomic Drop, the fierce Floridian tried to baby-step away from Lenore, but the Raven wasn’t letting go! Addison was still processing this information when Lemarchand hoisted her up again, only this time she stepped forward and set the younger woman on the back of the couch.
Resisting a strong urge to tend to her aching trunks, Ali instead plunged her hands into Lenore’s dark hair and started yanking her head from side to side! “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BYTCH? YOU’RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! NOTHING AT EERRRGGGHHH!”
Eyes watering as Addison tried to snatch her bald, Lenore grabbed Addison near the nape of the neck and wrenched back until Allison was forced to stop the vicious back n’ forth.
“Get your hands out of my hair right now, Addison,” Lemarchand demanded, her voice a low, angry hiss. “Or you’re going to be sorAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Allison halved the hair-hold, formed her right thumb and forefinger into a pincer and tried to twist off her opponent’s nose! “I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Addison cooed. “I tend to lose focus when I’m mangling a bytch’s AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!”
Quite certain that Kent would forgive her any exceptionally wicked moments in a battle such as this, Lenore clamped down on the front of Allison’s waistband and paid back the Inverted Wedgie with eye-watering interest. Offense and defense temporarily scrambled by the burning of her traitorous trunks, Addison leaned forward to grasp at Lenore’s wrists and got THUNKED a Headbutt between the eyes for her troubles! The blow sent her into a tumbling slide that ended with the rookie’s back against the cushions while her torso and upper legs were smeared along the back-rest. Her lower legs though, those trailed off the edge of the backrest, the pits of Addison’s knees keeping her tacked to what was essentially the penthouse’s answer to the Tree of Woe.
As of yet only vaguely aware of her situation, Allison put a hand to her nose and groaned, a wheezing, nasal sound. “You f*cking piece of shyt. You could have broken my noSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHD!”
Wedgies were all well and good, the Raven would never contest that, yet when the time came to really enforce her will on some mewling brat, she favored the Iron Claw. And considering the venue, she felt no particular qualms about affixing this one directly between her opponent’s thighs. Pressed in tummy on shins to keep Allison from wriggling loose, Lenore kneaded, groped, squeezed, raked and generally mauled the redhead’s defenseless crotch.
“Ask her,” the Courtier said to Merle after perhaps twenty seconds. “Better yet, you tell him, Allison. Go on, I can wait.”
Merle, both relieved and terrified to have something to do, stepped over to the thrashing redhead and asked, “What do you say, Allison? Should I call for the--”
“GO BACK TO THE KRYSTAL’S DRIVE THROUGH, MOTHERF*CKER!” Addison roared at the top of her lungs. “THIS MATHLETE ISN’T GONNA DO EEEERRRRRHHHH OHHHH BYTCH I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
Lenore brought her thumb into play, adding another insidious dimension to the trunk torture. “Know what I hate?” Lenore asked with a hardworking smile. “Cheap little parasitic tramps eager to do someone else’s dirty work. Not a total loss though. Because I LOVE turning those parasites into sniveling, whimpering examplNNNNGGGGHH!”
Addison clamped her legs around the Raven’s torso as best she could, then reached up and grabbed Lemarchand’s bicep in a death grip. Not to break the claw though, rather she used it to haul herself back to a seat on top of the couch. Going back to the hair-hold as soon as she was something like vertical, Allison worked her legs up and ‘smecked’ a snug Scissors around the brunette’s throat.
“I’m nobody’s hench bytch,” the redhead cooed as she poured all her power into the Headscissors. “But if you end this match licking the sweat off my ass, well, that makes YOU the parasite, doesn’t it?”
Whatever response Lenore might have had was rendered incoherent when Addison reached down with her right hand, hooked her index and middle fingers into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth, and yanked, inflicting half of a Glasgow Grin on the trapped Courtier.
“What was that?” Allison asked, cupping her left hand to her ear. “This dumb bitch was crying so loud I couldn't hear you!”
Prying at the pair of legs around her throat wasn't getting her anywhere, so Lenore went back to working her foe’s trunks and delivered a series of stiff-fingered thrusts at the redhead’s undercarriage. Four proved to be the magic number, Allison releasing her Headscissors with a parting Bitch Slap across the Raven’s face before scrambling a few feet away to tend to her abused loins. She managed to undo the Wedgie a few moments before Lenore caught a second wind on the couch, and then Addison took off in a dash and delivered a Running Meteora to the still-recovering Lemarchand.
RUNNING METEORA:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM
The brunette took a pair of knees square in her chest as she sat on the loveseat, the impact so great that it actually tipped over the furniture and caused both women to spill out onto the floor. Lenore clearly took the worst of the collision, however, as she was still crawling to hands and knees when Allison had already made it fully upright. Sensing that the end of the Raven was already at hand, Addison wasted little time in wrapping her thighs around Lenore’s head to secure another Headscissors, this time of the Standing variety.
She gave a pulse through her legs, earning a satisfying groan from her opponent, but Allison was no longer interested in squeezing the Courtier. Instead, she bent over and reached down to loop a hand into each leghole of Lemarchand’s bottoms.
“Nnn -- nggghh…” Lenore groaned. “D -- Don't even think about it, braaaaaAAAAGGGHHH! AHHH BITCH!”
The Raven’s warning went unheeded as Addison straightened her posture and yanked upwards, delivering the most vicious Wedgie of the match thus far to the brunette with her signature Risin’ Dirty maneuver.
“IT’S OVER, EGGHEAD! GONNA MAKE YOU CRY LIKE THAT MITCHELL RUNT!” Allison cackled triumphantly. “CALL IT, STRIPES! THIS OVERRATED SKANK’S MORE DONE THAN ONE DIRECTION!”
“Zayn leaving really was the beginning of the end,” Merle muttered to himself, demonstrating a surprising awareness of millennial Brit-pop. “What do ya say, Lenore? Need me to --”
Lemarchand roared a “NO!” so anguished and vehement that he dared not ask again. From her knees, she couldn't quite get the leverage to throw off her captor with a Backbody Drop, but the redhead’s lack of footwear in accordance with AHW customs afforded the Courtier with an additional target of opportunity. Clenching her hands into fists, Lenore delivered a pair of downward punches directly into Allison’s bare toes. It didn't have nearly the force of a proper stomp, though the sudden and unexpected pang of pain still caused Addison to loosen her grips on her opponent’s panties.
That was all the opportunity the Raven needed to free herself from her leggy prison, as she grabbed Allison’s ankles and yanked to dump the redhead onto her back. Finding herself in control of her opponent’s legs, Lenore sprung to a stand and delivered a hateful stomp to Addison’s crotch.
“Bbbuuhh -- b -- bitch…” Allison sobbed as she curled into a fetal ball, hands clasped between her thighs.
Now that she had some time to tend to her own aches, Lemarchand gingerly rearranged her own bottoms, hissing and grimacing with every microscopic shift of the fabric. Addison still hadn't recovered from the shot to her groin, so the Courtier rolled her into her stomach, crossed her ankles into an X, and knelt down on top of them to keep the redhead’s legs tied up.
“Let’s get you some more fans,” Lenore purred as she reached down, undid Allison’s top, and tore it away.
The fans watching on the FAWNtron roared with delight as they always did whenever a wrestler bared her breasts, particularly for a wrestler who hitherto had not been seen topless, as was the case for Addison. Neither woman could hear the crowd’s reaction, however, and Lemarchand moved on to the next part of her hold, leaning forward and trapping Allison’s left bicep under her right arm.
REGAL STRETCH:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
The Raven did not bother locking on the Crossface grip that was customary for the Regal Stretch, although that detail was of little comfort to Addison, especially when the brunette fashioned her free hand into a claw and went to work on her opponent’s bared breasts, clawing, scratching, and twisting away at the soft, supple flesh. Stretched and mauled in ways that she’d never experienced before, Allison howled so pitifully that Merle immediately offered her a chance to surrender rather than give the Courtier more time to work the hold.
To her credit, Addison found the resolve to wave off the referee with her free hand, allowing the fight to continue. She flailed and groped about madly, eventually finding pay dirt when she managed to twine her fingers in Lenore’s hair. A few sharp tugs did nothing more than draw hisses of irritation from the brunette, but finding Lemarchand’s hairline meant that the face couldn't be far away, and a rake across the eyes finally convinced the Raven to abandon her hold.
Rolling away with her hands protectively covering her face, Lenore never saw her opponent scramble upright and take to the air, coming down in a Double Knee Drop to her gut that robbed her of her breath. In the next instant, Allison had quickly mounted her hips and ensnared her with a Double Leg Grapevine. Riding up a little higher in her mount, Addison clasped her hands behind the Courtier’s head and jammed her opponent’s face into her bared cleavage.
“I bet you wish you could do this half as well as me,” Allison chortled as she scrubbed her breasts against Lenore’s visage. “God, it'd be so ironic if you lost to this shit.”
Lemarchand enjoyed irony as much as the next English major, however it was hard to find the humor in much of anything with Addison’s oppressive rack grinding n’ mashing against her upturned features.
“What do you say, Lenore?” Merle asked from the closest safe distance the penthouse would allow. “Need me to call it?”
The struggling Courtier squealed something that sounded like ‘no!’, although Allison interpreted it much differently.
“She says ‘do you think I’ll ever grow out of this Wonder-Bra?’ Honestly, I think she’s B-Cup for life. Unless she’s willing to ERGH! ERGH! ERGH! EEERRHH, nice try bytch, too bad it’s not enough!”
Undaunted, Lenore SMACKED her flattened hands against the redhead’s glutes three more times, then dug in with her nails. Addison squeaked in pain and loosened her coil enough for Lemarchand to turn her head, but then the newcomer snarled and bore down harder than ever.
“Give it up, slut!” Ali demanded as she bent Lenore’s nose against her sternum. “If I have to choke you out I’ll AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Murmurs of discomfort from the fans and the official when Lemarchand buried her hands in Addison’s hair and wrenched her head so far back she was looking up at the tastefully appointed light fixture. The suckling against her chest turned into a low whistle -- Lemarchand was getting air again, but Allison was certain she could break the Raven’s spirit regardless.
“Too little, too late, little bird,” she purred. “Now be a good little bytch and tap out on my assSSEERRGHHH F*CK!”
Lenore did indeed tap, only this was her thumb against the younger woman’s right eye! Startled and now half blind, Addison released her hooks and rolled away to blink away the blur and the sheen of tears. As for Lemarchand, she rolled until she hit the living room wall. From there she clawed to a seat and took several ugly, grating breaths all while keeping her eyes locked on the recovering redhead.
“Desperate skank,” Allison spat. The heel of her left palm was still pressed to her watering eye. “I had you blubbering and we both know it.”
Lenore snorted, raked a hand through her sweat damp hair and treated the rookie to a taunting smile. “Oooohhh, what’s the matter? Does our precious ginger snowflake not like it when someone fights as dirty as her?” the smile faded as she got to her feet. “Or perhaps your flat, scavenging ass wasn’t expecting such a fight from someone feeling vulnerable?”
Addison pulled her hand away and Lemarchand wasn’t surprised to find it as furious as ever.
“First of all, you aren’t even in my league, let’s get that straight,” the redhead noted after she’d regained her feet. “Second, I couldn’t give two shyts if you were feeling vulnerable before this match. All I care about is how you feel after it’s all over.”
“Well, sitting on some pampered bytch’s face always puts me in a great mood,” Lenore answered with a smirk. “You on the other hand, you’re going to feel rather used up, I should NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Addison charged, caught the brunette in a clench and slammed her into the wall hard enough to make the pictures rattle. Pinning Lenore’s wrists over her head in a trice, Ali kept them pinned together with one hand and promptly THWHUMPED the other into her opponent’s belly.
“I do love that sound,” Addison said as she ground her wrist back n’ forth like a blunt corkscrew, apparently trying to gouge a hole through the Courtier’s midsection. “But I like this one even more.”
She clamped down on Lenore’s waistband yet again and yanked it well north of her navel. The Inverted Wedgie tore an agonized shriek from Lemarchand’s lips and forced her up on her toes, so Ali rose with her to keep the torture at its absolute worst. Resting her forehead against Lenore’s, Addison jostled the makeshift thong up even higher and said, “C’mon nerd. Give it up before your panties doMMMRRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting leaned forward to plant a kiss on the aggressor’s mouth, only this was no show of love and tenderness but rather a cleverly disguised way to sink her teeth into Allison’s lower lip!
The Crimson Catfighter hissed in surprise and pain, then clamped her hands to the Raven’s shoulders and forced her against the wall yet again. “That’s how you want to play it, geek?” she huffed. “You’re gonna get more than you ever bargained NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore shifted ever so slightly and THWHUNKED a Kneelift into the younger woman’s crotch. Absolutely savoring the fragile expression of ‘how could you’ shock on Allison’s flushed face, Lemarchand pounded a second Kneelift home as insurance, then grabbed the redhead by the shoulders and wheeled her around in a half circle. Cinching the sagging battler in a hard Waistlock, Lenore took a few steps forward and sloooooooowly ground her hips against Addison’s glutes.
“I play to win, red. That’s all you need to know.”
Allison started to comment on the injustice of it all, only to voice a startled shriek when Lenore dropped her hips and bridged backward to THWHUNK her against the wall with a German Suplex.
Allison should have gone down on her butt in a groaning heap, so the Fair & Radiant Maiden had to give her credit when she found her feet and staggered forward on knock-kneed legs. Of course earned credit was only good for future encounters, which was why Lemarchand didn’t hesitate to catch Addison in a Three Quarters Facelock and flip her over onto her rump with a picture-perfect Snapmare. On one knee behind the groaning grappler, Lenore went back to Addison’s shoulders and eased back just far enough to pull her down flat against the carpet.
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no,” she moaned as Lenore stretched her arms above her head. “You can’t MMMRRRPPHHHH!”
Lemarchand could and did, the Raven slid forward and sat the full weight of her trim, haughty backside on the newcomer’s face! Allison reacted like she’d been goosed with a live wire, the redhead bucking, writhing and twisting, whatever she could to dismount the Courtier.
“What, is that all you’ve got?” Lenore teased after swatting Addison’s tummy to flatten a bridge attempt. “Can’t you at least kick your legs up to try and--”
Allison did just that, the flailing Floridian whipping those dangerous stems toward the brunette’s neck in a counter that would’ve worked if Lemarchand wasn’t ready and waiting to snatch her ankles. The left she tossed away at once, the right she tucked under her armpit to add a Half Matchbook to the already dangerous Reverse Face Sit. With Addison all but defenseless, the Raven wrapped her free hand around those hated peach bottoms and pulled like she intended to raise them to the redhead’s chin! Allison gurgled a sob into Lenore’s cheeks and her hands fluttered wildly, but when Merle moved in to check for a surrender she waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’
“Still with us, sweetie?” Lemarchand teased when the ref told her of the refusal. “Then perhaps it’s time you felt the Raven’s claws descend upon this pallid bust of yours.”
Addison’s eyes, barely visible over the curve of her opponent’s rear, went wide with dismay when Lenore tossed her leg away and settled into a dual pincer grip on opposing nubs.
“DDUUUHHHNN!” Addison tried to shake her head but the brunette’s feet were wedged against her cheeks. “GEHD YUR FLAD AAAZZZ OFFA MY EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Lemarchand twisted and pulled, drawing the redhead’s breasts up as her nipples were taxed with a terrible strain. The resultant sob cost Allison that much more precious oxygen and a second vile twist / twease combo had her eyes fluttering in spite of the anguish.
“Staaahhhb…” she rapped the knuckles of one hand against the shag. “Aaayyyeee ghib hup….”
Lenore looked at Merle, who nodded once. Satisfied, she released the pincer, but didn’t relinquish her seat, not even after the polite chime had sounded again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission, Lenore Lemarchand!”
Resplendent atop her throne, Lenore raised the Raven sigil high and held it there until Addison drifted down to darkness. Then she put her hands on the youngster’s tummy and leaned forward to address the camera.
“Is this the Raven you were looking for, Miss Murder? Because I assure you, tonight’s display was only a fraction of her full potential. Next time we’re in a the same ring… or even the same building… I’ll show you so much more.”
With that she ‘slapped’ a hand against Allison’s belly and dug in until her whole arm was trembling. The Raven was still looking into the camera when the view faded to an exterior shot of the FAWN arena.
“Introducing first, from Winter Park, Florida… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty four pounds… Please welcome, Allison Addison!” a voice boomed over a set of speakers hidden throughout the penthouse.
Right on cue, the door to the adjoining guest room slid open, revealing the young red headed tyro. For the first FAWN-sanctioned Apartment House Wrestling match of her young career, Allison wore a frilly, peach colored set of bra and panties accented in teal. According to the unspoken rules of AHW, she went without pads or footwear, and the neatly trimmed nails on her fingers and toes were painted fire-engine red.
ALLISON ADDISON
Despite not yet being out of her teens, Addison had felt for a long time that she deserved a better spot on the card. While tormenting hapless losers like Charlie Dawson or Bianca Simpson was its own reward, those were hardly the kind of performances that earned ego-boosting puff pieces in Gladiatrix. Plucking the feathers from the Raven, however, was exactly the kind of high profile victory she needed to start headlining pay-per-views.
After all, if Amara Singh could use Lemarchand as a stepping stone to go from forgotten peasant to Golden Empress, then surely Allison could do the same, according to the whisperings of a certain Icy Manipulator.
“Is your name really Merle?” the redhead asked derisively as she stepped to the referee for the pre-match inspection.
“Well, actually --”
“Oh my God, shut up shut up shut up!” Allison snapped. “It was a rhetorical question, and your voice is sooooooo annoying!”
Merle grumbled and groused under his breath as he finished his inspection, and then the speakers crackled once more.
“And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo, Michigan, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds, she is the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
A door on the opposite wall swung open and Lenore padded onto the carpet, her dark eyes trained on the snappy teenage upstart. For her first encounter with FAWN’s latest self anointed catfight queen, Emily’s Lady in Waiting wore a strappy bra and equally sturdy panties both in dark, royal purple. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail when she came through the door, but sensing a great deal of savagery in the immediate future, she pulled the tie loose and slipped it around her wrist for safekeeping.
Smiling slightly as she offered her wrists, knees and ankles to the referee for inspection, Lemarchand noted, “Are you really going to take that sort of sass from her, Merle?” She still has a curfew, for Chrissakes.” Merle kept his face carefully neutral, but Lenore thought she heard the faintest of snorts after the ref finished his check.
Allison was less amused. “First off, I’ve NEVER had a curfew.” she snapped to the brunette. “Second, even if I DID, it’s still a better accessory than your Life Alert Bracelet, you hag.”
The Courtier flicked her eyes to Merle, a sort of ‘you believe this chick?’ glance that made Addison’s blood boil. “No curfew? Well, that explains the terrible behavior and undeserved sense of entitlement. Don’t worry though, I can spank that out of you easily enough.”
Allison’s nostrils flared, she didn’t take this sort of shyt from anyone, let alone a Chess Club pin-up who was barely a Five in soft lighting and expensive underwear. Teeth bared in a snarl, she growled and took a step forward only to pause when the Raven did the same.
“Gonna wreck your shyt, gramma.” Addison hissed after she’d backed up.
Separated by nothing but a stretch of expensive carpet and the faintest respect for tradition, Lenore and Allison started to circle the instant Merle gave them leave. Neither made an attempt to close on her foe, but it was clear from the crook of their fingers and the sweep of their eyes that when they did move, it would be quick and undeniably violent.
“So, you’re Emily’s favorite, hmmmmmh?” Addison noted after a rotation or two. “I must say, I’m a little disappointed. I was expecting someone more impressive than a chick who looks like the AV Club’s wet dream.”
Lemarchand smiled sweetly. “And when the matchmaking committee told me a redhead had challenged me to an Apartment Bout, I dared hope Miriam had dared accept my longstanding invitation.” She let the smile fade away to nothing. “Imagine my disappointment when they told me it was you.”
Allison closed by a few steps, though she was still just shy of the Courtier’s questing fingers.
“Rest assured, hag, that’s the LEAST of the disappointments you’ll face to--” the redhead feigned a slap to the face, pulled it and CRAAACKED her right palm against Lemarchand’s left bicep hard enough to make Merle wince.
Lenore absorbed the smack with a grimace and nothing more, good thing too, as the second feint proved no feint at all. Even so, the Raven caught Addison’s wrist in her right hand and gave it a sharp little twist that made Allison gasp. Losing a hand didn’t slow down the tyro in the slightest, she simply snapped her other hand straight for “BYTCH!” Allison snarled when Lemarchand short-circuited the hair-pull with a crisp sideswipe slap to her opponent’s tits.
That first skirmish ended immediately thereafter as Addison raised a foot, planted it against Lemarchand’s tummy and shoved her away with a forceful Push Kick. “Disengaging so quickly?” Lenore asked with a sniff while her foe ‘snapped’ her waistband back into place. “The rumor mill says you’re supposed to be fearless in these NNNGGGHHH!”
Addison didn’t pull the Bytch Slap this time and it caught the brunette flush on the cheek. She growled, readied a response, then stood down once she realized Allison had danced out of reach.
“I AM fearless, hag,” she chided. “As you’ll find out when I’m shrugging off your pitiful claws to twist, scratch, rake, and otherwise rip every inch of your ERRRRRHHHH!”
Addison rocked back on her heels when Lemarchand pounced for a Collar & Elbow, then paid for committing too early because Lenore dipped beneath her hands and slipped around behind. In a wrestling ring it would’ve meant falling into a Waistlock or any other vulnerable positions. On the carpet it meant Lenore treated both glutes to a hard squeeze before yanking on the younger woman’s togs. Allison cursed, fired an elbow over one shoulder and brought one heel down on the carpet but came up short on both attempts.
“Spare me the glaring eyes and the hissed threats,” Lenore almost scoffed. “It’ll take more than that to--OW SLUT!”
The retaliatory clench proved another trick, Addison sending her hands south to clamp down on the brunette’s modest assets. Digging in and pushing forward at the same time, Allison backed Lenore across the living room and smirked when she thumped against the tastefully painted wall.
“You don’t need these, right?” she gave Lemarchand’s bust a rough squeeze. “You mustn’t. They feel like they’ve never been--”
Allison would’ve said ‘used’ if the Raven hadn’t filled her talons with the redhead’s breasts and done some squeezing of her own. Addison didn’t lose her balance or even her grip, yet the counter startled her just long enough for Lemarchand to reverse their positions on the wall.
“You’re one to talk, fresh meat,” Lenore cooed. “How is it that a bytch who can’t buy her own drinks has tits like a fifty-something cocktail waitNNGGGGHHHH!”
Allison spun them a second time and pressed in that much closer, the redhead using her tummy and forehead to keep her foe from peeling herself off the wall again.
“Talk about my tits while you can, slut,” she taunted. “You’re gonna be crying INTO them soon enough. In the meantime let’s see if I can‘t have a little fun.”
Narrowing her focus from claw to pincer, Addison slipped her fingers beneath her rival’s cups, took her nubs between thumb & forefinger and gave ‘em a vile twist! It was far from pleasant, as evidenced by Lemarchand’s pained wince, yet she made no attempt to coun-- the redhead’s wicked smile gave way to an irritated sneer as Lenore shifted her footing ever so slightly and caught Allison’s right thigh between her own, thus stopping the Low Blow in its tracks.
“Not bad,” Addison dealt with her disappointment by giving Lenore’s nipples another twist. “Maybe you won’t be as boring as I feared. Still, you’re going to have to do something about eeerrrrrrggggghhh!”
Only problem with a double claw? Meant both hands were occupied, thus Allison had nothing in the way of defense when Lemarchand buried a hand in those haughty copper locks and wrenched her head back at a sharp angle. That left one hand free and though there was something in the Floridian’s features that just screamed ‘slap me’, Emily’s Lady in Waiting crooked her fingers into a spade and raaaaaaaaaked her foe from cheek to chin.
“Keep at my tits if you want, princess,” Lemarchand repeated her previous swipe, making a conscious effort to trace over those fresh pink welts. “Something tells me I’ll draw blood firGURGH!”
The sadistic ingénue relinquished her titty twister to give Lenore a taste of her own hair-pulling medicine. Her other hand clamped down on the brunette’s cheeks, Addison mashing her opponent’s patrician features in a humiliating fish face.
“Go on, keep running your mouth, f*ckwit. You may not be hurting… yet, but we both know you’re vulnerable. She told me as MUUURGGGHHH!”
Lenore hooked her ‘clawin’ thumb into the side of Allison’s mouth and did her best to expand the redhead’s smile by a few inches. “Do I LOOK vulnerable, bytch?” Lemarchand mumbled around the encroaching fingers. “Do I FEEL vulnerabAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!”
Not about to let this chess club pin-up out savage her in the penthouse, Addison jammed a thumb into her attacker’s nose, jerked her head forward and THUMPED it against the wall. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, you do. But as vulnerable as you look now, you’re gonna look downright used up by the time I’ve finished using you as NNNNGGGGGGHHH BYTCH!”
In her efforts to mangle the brunette’s face, Allison forgot about their tangled legs, so Lenore reminded her by THUMPING a short Kneelift into the younger woman’s undercarriage! Allison released her hooks and wrapped both arms around the Raven’s shoulders, both to support her abruptly sagging weight and presumably to keep her glued to the penthouse wall.
“Yuuuhhh… you’re gonna pay for that, cunt,” she groaned. “Working my trunks is a good way to OOOFFFHHHHHHHH!”
Lenore wrapped her opponent’s midsection in a Hug of her own and twisted her hips to slam Addison’s butt & back against the wall. Then she grabbed the redhead’s wrists, pinned them up over her head and pressed in chest to chest, tummy to tummy.
“Suddenly your challenge makes a lot of more sense, Ali,” Lemarchand cooed into the catfighter’s face. “Seems a certain murderous bytch has been whispering in your ear, let me guess, did she tell you I’d lost my edge? That now would be the perfect time for you to carve your name into my back? Well, I’m afraid there’s something she didn’t tell you…”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden snatched a double handful of Allison’s hair, took a step back and torqued her hips to send A-Double flying across the living room with a HairMare that THWHUMPED her against the soft pile! Leaning against the wall as Allison clambered to all fours, Lenore ran a hand through her hair and chided, “I’m also extremely pissed off.”
“Bitch, please,” the redhead sneered. “Whattaya gonna do? Recite the digits of pi at me?”
Even if Lenore were so inclined, she would not have gotten past 3.14159 before Addison rammed into her, driving a shoulder low into her hips in an attempt to tackle her to the carpet. It might have worked had there been more room to work with, but instead Allison only succeeded in driving the Raven up against a wall. The failed takedown didn't slow down Addison’s offense though, because she simply turned her head to the side and sank her teeth into the flesh on Lemarchand’s bare thigh.
Lenore YOOWCH’ed in pain and surprise, and a second later her world turned topsy-turvey when Allison hurled her up, over, and back with a Back Body Drop. The plush carpeting absorbed most of the impact of Lemarchand landing on her back, and she would have clambered to her feet immediately were it not for her opponent quickly scrambling into a reverse straddle atop her chest.
“God, your tits are as flat as your personality. It's like sitting on a surfboard,” Allison scoffed as she delivered a few slaps to Lenore’s bare stomach. “What the hell does anyone see in you?”
The Raven retaliated by raking her talons across Addison’s lower back, carving a series of parallel lines ten at a time, much to the displeasure of the redhead. Deciding that the belly slaps weren't getting the job done, Allison reached a little further south and grabbed two handfuls of Lemarchand’s bottoms.
“Watch yourself, skank. Go under my trunks and -- ARRRGGGHH BITCH!” Lenore shrieked when Addison treated her to a brutal Front Wedgie by yanking her waistband until it reached up well past her belly button.
“You really don't have the body to be wearing lingerie, Brainiac. I recommend a good pair of granny panties, or maybe some Spanx for these love handleeeEEAARRGHH, YOU SLUT!” Allison yowled when the Raven fought fire with fire, pulling up on the back of the redhead’s waistband to subject her to a more traditional yet equally unpleasant Wedgie from the rear.
Not at all enjoying the sensation of her underwear riding up into her nethers, Addison switched to a one-handed grip on her Front Wedgie and then dropped a vicious Hammerfist directly onto Lemarchand's pubic mound with her free hand. The blatant Low Blow flooded Lenore with so much agony that she turned nauseous, all thoughts of maintaining her grips on the Wedgie temporarily forgotten, and Allison took the opportunity to quickly pivot away from the reverse straddle across her chest.
After getting to her feet and taking a moment to rearrange her bottoms into a more comfortable position, Allison took control of Lenore’s ankles and held the Raven’s legs apart in a V-shape, the brunette still too preoccupied with her throbbing undercarriage to offer much resistance. Addison decided to go low once more, dropping to a kneeling position and driving her right knee directly into Lemarchand’s exposed crotch.
“NNNRRRGGGGHHHH…” Lenore groaned, unable to properly verbalize the string of colorful curses that ran through her mind.
Allison shifted her weight to better grind her hard, bony knee into her opponent’s soft, fleshy groin, and then she spread her arms out in a T-shape to test the Raven’s gams with a Wishbone.
“You're good at opening your legs,” Addison said after twenty seconds of the torture failed to yield a submission. “Must have made you real popular with the math team.”
Lenore had indeed been a fixture on her high school math team, though that was more for her expertise in combinatorics and number theory than what she could do with her legs. She doubted that her foe would appreciate a lecture on the Chinese remainder theorem, so instead she offered a lesson in anatomy. Gritting her teeth, Lemarchand reached down and wriggled her hand into the pit of the redhead’s knee that was currently crushing her groin, and then squeezed until her knuckles turned white.
A bolt of pain shot up to Addison’s hip along her thigh, and a moment later she went numb and weak in her right leg. Unable to keep her balance, she collapsed to the carpet, released Lenore’s ankles, and rolled to a safe distance a few feet away.
“What the hell?! That hurt, you bitch!” she spat as she laid on the carpet and tried to massage the sensation back into her leg.
“Sciatic nerve,” the Raven hissed as she finally undid the Front Wedgie and tended to her throbbing crotch. “Maybe you would have known that if you weren't too cool for school.”
“Shut your face, geek,” Addison’s ‘tude returned stronger than ever once she was back on her feet. “Or you’ll be able to floss with the next wedgie.”
“Watch who you threaten, bikini meat,” Lemarchand countered pleasantly. “Unless of course you enjoy the taste of those smutty little briefs.”
Allison flipped hair out of her face, the Crimson Catfighter plainly furious at this social reject’s defiance. Raising one hand to shoulder level, she curled and uncurled her fingers, allowing the mellow lighting to wink off the blood-red lacquer of her nails. “That’s it. I’m going to pluck your feathers one by one, little bird.”
Lenore kissed her fingertips and briskly smacked her backside, lest there be any confusion on just what the ingénue could do with her threats. Addison came at her fast and quiet, a combination that might’ve startled the Raven more if she wasn’t so used to it in herself. Palms out to defend against any slaps or knees, Lenore feinted a shot of her own only to reel it back and swing around low when Allison tried to clench. Taking her rival’s back was a possibility, but the Courtier was looking to avenge the attack on her trunks so she ran her fingers along the slim-thick curve of Addison’s belly and dug in a little as she rounded the curve from hip to buttock.
Allison gasped more in surprise than hurt, though the sting of Lemarchand’s passing was quite unpleasant. Whirling to find the other woman already out of reach, Addison narrowed her eyes. “You don’t want to play this game with me, cunt. I will scratch you raw.”
Lenore tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered the redhead a beautiful smile. “Perhaps so. But the winner wears them like a badge of honor. You however, won’t be wearing a two-piece for a mon--”
Allison pounced even quicker than before so you could understand her anger when Lenore drifted away like a cool breeze. Well, a cool breeze that snuggled in against her opponent’s back and rushed forward to THUMP Addison’s tummy into the back edge of an elegant green couch.
“UnnnnggghhOOOOWWW F*CKER!”
The redhead’s pain exploded into flat out rage when Lenore gave her buttocks a soft squeeze, then raaaaaaaaaked ’em from south to north! Addison swung around with a Haymaker at the ready, one that passed well over Lemarchand’s head as she’d dipped low in case of just such a reaction.
The extreme proximity didn’t allow for much in the way of strategy or finesse, so Lenore simply stuffed a shoulder into Addison’s midriff and smashed her back against the couch with a sawed-off Shoulderblock. T’was far from pleasant, yet Allison endured the hurt long enough to catch the brunette in a Front Facelock. Bearing down on Lemarchand’s head with enough venom to make the other woman stamp her feet in protest, Addison SMACKED a few open-handed slaps against her foe’s lower back, then hooked a greedy handful of those dark blue bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked like she meant to split Lenore in half.
“Fair warning, f*ckface!” Allison sneered as she sawed the makeshift handle every which way but loose. “If they tear before you tap I’m gonna make you eat AAAAARRRRRRHHHHH SHYT!”
The savage newcomer had helped herself to a taste of the Courtier earlier in their battle, now Lenore did the same, the far from helpless battler sinking her teeth deep into Addison’s svelte flank.
“Enjoy it now you bony slut,” Allison snarled through clenched teeth. “It won’t taste nearly so good when you’re chewing on WHOOOAAANGGHHH!”
Cheers from the absentee crowd as Lemarchand knotted her hands below the redhead’s buttocks and muscled her up just high enough to make it extremely painful when she went down on one knee. Knocked up on her tiptoes by the Inverted Atomic Drop, the fierce Floridian tried to baby-step away from Lenore, but the Raven wasn’t letting go! Addison was still processing this information when Lemarchand hoisted her up again, only this time she stepped forward and set the younger woman on the back of the couch.
Resisting a strong urge to tend to her aching trunks, Ali instead plunged her hands into Lenore’s dark hair and started yanking her head from side to side! “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BYTCH? YOU’RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! NOTHING AT EERRRGGGHHH!”
Eyes watering as Addison tried to snatch her bald, Lenore grabbed Addison near the nape of the neck and wrenched back until Allison was forced to stop the vicious back n’ forth.
“Get your hands out of my hair right now, Addison,” Lemarchand demanded, her voice a low, angry hiss. “Or you’re going to be sorAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Allison halved the hair-hold, formed her right thumb and forefinger into a pincer and tried to twist off her opponent’s nose! “I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Addison cooed. “I tend to lose focus when I’m mangling a bytch’s AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!”
Quite certain that Kent would forgive her any exceptionally wicked moments in a battle such as this, Lenore clamped down on the front of Allison’s waistband and paid back the Inverted Wedgie with eye-watering interest. Offense and defense temporarily scrambled by the burning of her traitorous trunks, Addison leaned forward to grasp at Lenore’s wrists and got THUNKED a Headbutt between the eyes for her troubles! The blow sent her into a tumbling slide that ended with the rookie’s back against the cushions while her torso and upper legs were smeared along the back-rest. Her lower legs though, those trailed off the edge of the backrest, the pits of Addison’s knees keeping her tacked to what was essentially the penthouse’s answer to the Tree of Woe.
As of yet only vaguely aware of her situation, Allison put a hand to her nose and groaned, a wheezing, nasal sound. “You f*cking piece of shyt. You could have broken my noSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHD!”
Wedgies were all well and good, the Raven would never contest that, yet when the time came to really enforce her will on some mewling brat, she favored the Iron Claw. And considering the venue, she felt no particular qualms about affixing this one directly between her opponent’s thighs. Pressed in tummy on shins to keep Allison from wriggling loose, Lenore kneaded, groped, squeezed, raked and generally mauled the redhead’s defenseless crotch.
“Ask her,” the Courtier said to Merle after perhaps twenty seconds. “Better yet, you tell him, Allison. Go on, I can wait.”
Merle, both relieved and terrified to have something to do, stepped over to the thrashing redhead and asked, “What do you say, Allison? Should I call for the--”
“GO BACK TO THE KRYSTAL’S DRIVE THROUGH, MOTHERF*CKER!” Addison roared at the top of her lungs. “THIS MATHLETE ISN’T GONNA DO EEEERRRRRHHHH OHHHH BYTCH I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
Lenore brought her thumb into play, adding another insidious dimension to the trunk torture. “Know what I hate?” Lenore asked with a hardworking smile. “Cheap little parasitic tramps eager to do someone else’s dirty work. Not a total loss though. Because I LOVE turning those parasites into sniveling, whimpering examplNNNNGGGGHH!”
Addison clamped her legs around the Raven’s torso as best she could, then reached up and grabbed Lemarchand’s bicep in a death grip. Not to break the claw though, rather she used it to haul herself back to a seat on top of the couch. Going back to the hair-hold as soon as she was something like vertical, Allison worked her legs up and ‘smecked’ a snug Scissors around the brunette’s throat.
“I’m nobody’s hench bytch,” the redhead cooed as she poured all her power into the Headscissors. “But if you end this match licking the sweat off my ass, well, that makes YOU the parasite, doesn’t it?”
Whatever response Lenore might have had was rendered incoherent when Addison reached down with her right hand, hooked her index and middle fingers into the side of Lemarchand’s mouth, and yanked, inflicting half of a Glasgow Grin on the trapped Courtier.
“What was that?” Allison asked, cupping her left hand to her ear. “This dumb bitch was crying so loud I couldn't hear you!”
Prying at the pair of legs around her throat wasn't getting her anywhere, so Lenore went back to working her foe’s trunks and delivered a series of stiff-fingered thrusts at the redhead’s undercarriage. Four proved to be the magic number, Allison releasing her Headscissors with a parting Bitch Slap across the Raven’s face before scrambling a few feet away to tend to her abused loins. She managed to undo the Wedgie a few moments before Lenore caught a second wind on the couch, and then Addison took off in a dash and delivered a Running Meteora to the still-recovering Lemarchand.
RUNNING METEORA:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM
The brunette took a pair of knees square in her chest as she sat on the loveseat, the impact so great that it actually tipped over the furniture and caused both women to spill out onto the floor. Lenore clearly took the worst of the collision, however, as she was still crawling to hands and knees when Allison had already made it fully upright. Sensing that the end of the Raven was already at hand, Addison wasted little time in wrapping her thighs around Lenore’s head to secure another Headscissors, this time of the Standing variety.
She gave a pulse through her legs, earning a satisfying groan from her opponent, but Allison was no longer interested in squeezing the Courtier. Instead, she bent over and reached down to loop a hand into each leghole of Lemarchand’s bottoms.
“Nnn -- nggghh…” Lenore groaned. “D -- Don't even think about it, braaaaaAAAAGGGHHH! AHHH BITCH!”
The Raven’s warning went unheeded as Addison straightened her posture and yanked upwards, delivering the most vicious Wedgie of the match thus far to the brunette with her signature Risin’ Dirty maneuver.
“IT’S OVER, EGGHEAD! GONNA MAKE YOU CRY LIKE THAT MITCHELL RUNT!” Allison cackled triumphantly. “CALL IT, STRIPES! THIS OVERRATED SKANK’S MORE DONE THAN ONE DIRECTION!”
“Zayn leaving really was the beginning of the end,” Merle muttered to himself, demonstrating a surprising awareness of millennial Brit-pop. “What do ya say, Lenore? Need me to --”
Lemarchand roared a “NO!” so anguished and vehement that he dared not ask again. From her knees, she couldn't quite get the leverage to throw off her captor with a Backbody Drop, but the redhead’s lack of footwear in accordance with AHW customs afforded the Courtier with an additional target of opportunity. Clenching her hands into fists, Lenore delivered a pair of downward punches directly into Allison’s bare toes. It didn't have nearly the force of a proper stomp, though the sudden and unexpected pang of pain still caused Addison to loosen her grips on her opponent’s panties.
That was all the opportunity the Raven needed to free herself from her leggy prison, as she grabbed Allison’s ankles and yanked to dump the redhead onto her back. Finding herself in control of her opponent’s legs, Lenore sprung to a stand and delivered a hateful stomp to Addison’s crotch.
“Bbbuuhh -- b -- bitch…” Allison sobbed as she curled into a fetal ball, hands clasped between her thighs.
Now that she had some time to tend to her own aches, Lemarchand gingerly rearranged her own bottoms, hissing and grimacing with every microscopic shift of the fabric. Addison still hadn't recovered from the shot to her groin, so the Courtier rolled her into her stomach, crossed her ankles into an X, and knelt down on top of them to keep the redhead’s legs tied up.
“Let’s get you some more fans,” Lenore purred as she reached down, undid Allison’s top, and tore it away.
The fans watching on the FAWNtron roared with delight as they always did whenever a wrestler bared her breasts, particularly for a wrestler who hitherto had not been seen topless, as was the case for Addison. Neither woman could hear the crowd’s reaction, however, and Lemarchand moved on to the next part of her hold, leaning forward and trapping Allison’s left bicep under her right arm.
REGAL STRETCH:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
The Raven did not bother locking on the Crossface grip that was customary for the Regal Stretch, although that detail was of little comfort to Addison, especially when the brunette fashioned her free hand into a claw and went to work on her opponent’s bared breasts, clawing, scratching, and twisting away at the soft, supple flesh. Stretched and mauled in ways that she’d never experienced before, Allison howled so pitifully that Merle immediately offered her a chance to surrender rather than give the Courtier more time to work the hold.
To her credit, Addison found the resolve to wave off the referee with her free hand, allowing the fight to continue. She flailed and groped about madly, eventually finding pay dirt when she managed to twine her fingers in Lenore’s hair. A few sharp tugs did nothing more than draw hisses of irritation from the brunette, but finding Lemarchand’s hairline meant that the face couldn't be far away, and a rake across the eyes finally convinced the Raven to abandon her hold.
Rolling away with her hands protectively covering her face, Lenore never saw her opponent scramble upright and take to the air, coming down in a Double Knee Drop to her gut that robbed her of her breath. In the next instant, Allison had quickly mounted her hips and ensnared her with a Double Leg Grapevine. Riding up a little higher in her mount, Addison clasped her hands behind the Courtier’s head and jammed her opponent’s face into her bared cleavage.
“I bet you wish you could do this half as well as me,” Allison chortled as she scrubbed her breasts against Lenore’s visage. “God, it'd be so ironic if you lost to this shit.”
Lemarchand enjoyed irony as much as the next English major, however it was hard to find the humor in much of anything with Addison’s oppressive rack grinding n’ mashing against her upturned features.
“What do you say, Lenore?” Merle asked from the closest safe distance the penthouse would allow. “Need me to call it?”
The struggling Courtier squealed something that sounded like ‘no!’, although Allison interpreted it much differently.
“She says ‘do you think I’ll ever grow out of this Wonder-Bra?’ Honestly, I think she’s B-Cup for life. Unless she’s willing to ERGH! ERGH! ERGH! EEERRHH, nice try bytch, too bad it’s not enough!”
Undaunted, Lenore SMACKED her flattened hands against the redhead’s glutes three more times, then dug in with her nails. Addison squeaked in pain and loosened her coil enough for Lemarchand to turn her head, but then the newcomer snarled and bore down harder than ever.
“Give it up, slut!” Ali demanded as she bent Lenore’s nose against her sternum. “If I have to choke you out I’ll AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Murmurs of discomfort from the fans and the official when Lemarchand buried her hands in Addison’s hair and wrenched her head so far back she was looking up at the tastefully appointed light fixture. The suckling against her chest turned into a low whistle -- Lemarchand was getting air again, but Allison was certain she could break the Raven’s spirit regardless.
“Too little, too late, little bird,” she purred. “Now be a good little bytch and tap out on my assSSEERRGHHH F*CK!”
Lenore did indeed tap, only this was her thumb against the younger woman’s right eye! Startled and now half blind, Addison released her hooks and rolled away to blink away the blur and the sheen of tears. As for Lemarchand, she rolled until she hit the living room wall. From there she clawed to a seat and took several ugly, grating breaths all while keeping her eyes locked on the recovering redhead.
“Desperate skank,” Allison spat. The heel of her left palm was still pressed to her watering eye. “I had you blubbering and we both know it.”
Lenore snorted, raked a hand through her sweat damp hair and treated the rookie to a taunting smile. “Oooohhh, what’s the matter? Does our precious ginger snowflake not like it when someone fights as dirty as her?” the smile faded as she got to her feet. “Or perhaps your flat, scavenging ass wasn’t expecting such a fight from someone feeling vulnerable?”
Addison pulled her hand away and Lemarchand wasn’t surprised to find it as furious as ever.
“First of all, you aren’t even in my league, let’s get that straight,” the redhead noted after she’d regained her feet. “Second, I couldn’t give two shyts if you were feeling vulnerable before this match. All I care about is how you feel after it’s all over.”
“Well, sitting on some pampered bytch’s face always puts me in a great mood,” Lenore answered with a smirk. “You on the other hand, you’re going to feel rather used up, I should NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Addison charged, caught the brunette in a clench and slammed her into the wall hard enough to make the pictures rattle. Pinning Lenore’s wrists over her head in a trice, Ali kept them pinned together with one hand and promptly THWHUMPED the other into her opponent’s belly.
“I do love that sound,” Addison said as she ground her wrist back n’ forth like a blunt corkscrew, apparently trying to gouge a hole through the Courtier’s midsection. “But I like this one even more.”
She clamped down on Lenore’s waistband yet again and yanked it well north of her navel. The Inverted Wedgie tore an agonized shriek from Lemarchand’s lips and forced her up on her toes, so Ali rose with her to keep the torture at its absolute worst. Resting her forehead against Lenore’s, Addison jostled the makeshift thong up even higher and said, “C’mon nerd. Give it up before your panties doMMMRRRRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting leaned forward to plant a kiss on the aggressor’s mouth, only this was no show of love and tenderness but rather a cleverly disguised way to sink her teeth into Allison’s lower lip!
The Crimson Catfighter hissed in surprise and pain, then clamped her hands to the Raven’s shoulders and forced her against the wall yet again. “That’s how you want to play it, geek?” she huffed. “You’re gonna get more than you ever bargained NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lenore shifted ever so slightly and THWHUNKED a Kneelift into the younger woman’s crotch. Absolutely savoring the fragile expression of ‘how could you’ shock on Allison’s flushed face, Lemarchand pounded a second Kneelift home as insurance, then grabbed the redhead by the shoulders and wheeled her around in a half circle. Cinching the sagging battler in a hard Waistlock, Lenore took a few steps forward and sloooooooowly ground her hips against Addison’s glutes.
“I play to win, red. That’s all you need to know.”
Allison started to comment on the injustice of it all, only to voice a startled shriek when Lenore dropped her hips and bridged backward to THWHUNK her against the wall with a German Suplex.
Allison should have gone down on her butt in a groaning heap, so the Fair & Radiant Maiden had to give her credit when she found her feet and staggered forward on knock-kneed legs. Of course earned credit was only good for future encounters, which was why Lemarchand didn’t hesitate to catch Addison in a Three Quarters Facelock and flip her over onto her rump with a picture-perfect Snapmare. On one knee behind the groaning grappler, Lenore went back to Addison’s shoulders and eased back just far enough to pull her down flat against the carpet.
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no,” she moaned as Lenore stretched her arms above her head. “You can’t MMMRRRPPHHHH!”
Lemarchand could and did, the Raven slid forward and sat the full weight of her trim, haughty backside on the newcomer’s face! Allison reacted like she’d been goosed with a live wire, the redhead bucking, writhing and twisting, whatever she could to dismount the Courtier.
“What, is that all you’ve got?” Lenore teased after swatting Addison’s tummy to flatten a bridge attempt. “Can’t you at least kick your legs up to try and--”
Allison did just that, the flailing Floridian whipping those dangerous stems toward the brunette’s neck in a counter that would’ve worked if Lemarchand wasn’t ready and waiting to snatch her ankles. The left she tossed away at once, the right she tucked under her armpit to add a Half Matchbook to the already dangerous Reverse Face Sit. With Addison all but defenseless, the Raven wrapped her free hand around those hated peach bottoms and pulled like she intended to raise them to the redhead’s chin! Allison gurgled a sob into Lenore’s cheeks and her hands fluttered wildly, but when Merle moved in to check for a surrender she waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’
“Still with us, sweetie?” Lemarchand teased when the ref told her of the refusal. “Then perhaps it’s time you felt the Raven’s claws descend upon this pallid bust of yours.”
Addison’s eyes, barely visible over the curve of her opponent’s rear, went wide with dismay when Lenore tossed her leg away and settled into a dual pincer grip on opposing nubs.
“DDUUUHHHNN!” Addison tried to shake her head but the brunette’s feet were wedged against her cheeks. “GEHD YUR FLAD AAAZZZ OFFA MY EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Lemarchand twisted and pulled, drawing the redhead’s breasts up as her nipples were taxed with a terrible strain. The resultant sob cost Allison that much more precious oxygen and a second vile twist / twease combo had her eyes fluttering in spite of the anguish.
“Staaahhhb…” she rapped the knuckles of one hand against the shag. “Aaayyyeee ghib hup….”
Lenore looked at Merle, who nodded once. Satisfied, she released the pincer, but didn’t relinquish her seat, not even after the polite chime had sounded again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission, Lenore Lemarchand!”
Resplendent atop her throne, Lenore raised the Raven sigil high and held it there until Addison drifted down to darkness. Then she put her hands on the youngster’s tummy and leaned forward to address the camera.
“Is this the Raven you were looking for, Miss Murder? Because I assure you, tonight’s display was only a fraction of her full potential. Next time we’re in a the same ring… or even the same building… I’ll show you so much more.”
With that she ‘slapped’ a hand against Allison’s belly and dug in until her whole arm was trembling. The Raven was still looking into the camera when the view faded to an exterior shot of the FAWN arena.