Post by bigfan on Aug 7, 2017 0:53:54 GMT
Content to stay well away from the squared circle after seeing the names on his card, the Announcer cleared his throat and called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the Black Court, hailing from Glen Echo Michigan, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds. They call her the Raven… LENORE LEMARCHAND!”
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the arena and a great unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s flock growing in direct proportion to the chapters in her collection of carnage. They cheered all the louder when Emily West’s Lady in Waiting brushed through the curtain scant seconds after her name was called. Regarding the capacity crowd with a wry smile, Lenore tapped the wrist of her right hand like she was checking the face of a watch, then hooked her thumbs together and raised the rook high overhead. When it came down she put an index finger against one side of her neck and drew it across in a quick slash.
“Miss Murder meets a bad end tonight.” she told the nearest camera. “One that will make all others pale in comparison.” Threat made, she turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
For her first official match with the woman who’d targeted her much the way she’d once targeted a certain Cyn-Ful Mitchell sister, Lenore wore strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs. Elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Dark eyes honed flitting back ‘n forth across the crowd in search of some lurking duplicity, Lemarchand made it most of the way to the ring before she stopped to draw attention to a sign depicting a stylized version of herself standing amidst a rather lurid crime scene. The message emblazoned across the bottom read:
CRUSH HER SOUL INTO THE FLOOR, RAVEN!
“I do believe I shall.” she murmured in appreciation. “Though I will take my time in doing so.”
Leaving the artist to contemplate her words, Lemarchand whipped around on one heel, broke into a run and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the span between heartbeats, the Fair & Radiant Maiden strode to the center of the ring and raised her sigil one more time, Lenore slowly dropped her hands to shoulder level and beckoned the woman behind the curtain to step out and face her. Alas, the Icy Manipulator remained stubbornly hidden, forcing the Courtier to take up her watch in a corner on the far side of the ring.
Lemarchand’s wait got quite a bit shorter when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
ELISE WINTERREST:
Roars of disdain, dislike and outright disgust from the capacity crowd as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly honor her arrival. They kicked up the volume that much more, their auditory hatred raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
As unimpressed by the summer heat as everything else around her, Winterrest slunk down the aisle dressed in a short shift of black silk that offered up a fine view of her upper thighs and occasional glimpses of backside as well as the matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and headed to the center of the squared circle, her dark eyes locked on the Raven, who returned it without so much as a flinch. Her lips curling in a smile like charring paper, Elise put her hands across her chest in a ‘raven’ of her own, then snapped it apart and turned her back on the Fair & Radiant Maiden.
Lenore knew she shouldn’t give in to the anger that’d been burning in the pit of her stomach ever since Elise strolled through the curtain. Indeed, the rational part of her mind told her that such anger was exactly what Winterrest wanted. That it would make her sloppy and impulsive, much more prone to an error that could very well cost her the match. She knew all these things and had devised a hundred little ways to hold her anger in check, yet her cheeks burned hot when the other brunette made eye contact. And when Miss Murder turned away from her there in the raucous, red-tinged dark?
That proved a costly mistake.
Lemarchand didn’t so much pounce as she did fly, arriving the center of the ring just as Winterrest reached to undo the knot holding her shift in place. The Courtier snatched her at trunks and tresses, the dual yanks forcing Elise up on tiptoe with a startled yelp. Rushing forward with the lights still down, Lenore stopped just shy of the edge and hurled her tormentor up n’ over so when the lights DID come up the FAWNatics were greeted by Winterrest falling ass over teakettle to the thin blue mat that bordered the ring.
The THWHUMP of her antagonist’s landing was the most satisfying sound Lenore could recall in quite some time, yet rather than sate her anger, it only stoked it higher. Brushing Carpenter aside to better get to her adversary, Lenore started through the ropes before something better came to mind. “C’mon Lenore, get back to your corner!” Al pleaded as the Fair & Radiant Maiden reversed course into the ring. “The match hasn’t even started yet!”
“Who’s fault is that?” she snapped. “Stay out of my way, Algernon!”
Out on the floor, Elise Winterrest pushed to all fours amidst hoots from the crowd and thoughts of a million different agonies she’d pile on that sneaking little shyt before the night was over. The rabble cheered again when the Icy Manipulator regained her feet, a response she found most irritating until she noted all the cameras trained on a spot somewhere on her six. Gripped by a short but powerful burst of panic, Elise whirled around with claws raised, a defense that provided absolutely no protection when Lenore came down on her in a feet-first dive!
The unorthodox delivery of the Missile Dropkick did nothing to dull the impact -- Lemarchand’s boots hit Winterrest flush in the chest and the simultaneous extension of her legs sent Elise flying back across the aisle to BWAAANG against the steel guardrail!
“Better ring that bell soon, Algernon!” Lenore barked after she’d scrambled to verticality. “Otherwise there won’t be much of a match before the EMT’s come to carry this little bytch to the back!” There was no immediate response from the official, but the CLANG of the bell proved answer enough. Dialing back the worst of her anger now that she had Elise slumped against the guardrail like a sorority girl done in by one too many Mai Tai’s, Lemarchand closed in, grabbed hold of her foe’s hair and pulled her head back at a sharp angle.
“Weren’t you going to rain hell down on me, dear heart?” she taunted. “I distinctly remember something about hell when you were trying to wring my neck with that chair.”
Elise smiled in spite of her wheezing breath and low ringing throb in the back of her skull. “An excellent display from the Raven of old, princess. I do so hope you’ll be able to maintain such ferocity when I sink my claws into your soft spoNNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore grabbed her head in both hands, pulled it forward and BWANGED it back against the steel. Sinking into a crouch that put her downed knee snug against the other brunette’s crotch, Lemarchand took Elise’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back so their eyes could lock. “That woman you spoke of the first night we met, the one you worried was a ghost of her former self? She’s right here, little girl. And she’s got almost twenty seconds to do whatever she plea--”
Elise raised a hand and buried it in Lenore’s hair, her grip quite strong even after the ambush. “Show, don’t tell, Raven.” she purred. “Or I’ll be even less inclined to mercy when our positions are reverrssssssssssnnnnnggggghhhh!”
Lenore leaned her posted knee against Miss Murder’s crotch, forcing Winterrest to take every bit of her weight while Carpenter’s count headed toward ‘TEN!’ “No need to lie, Elise.” they were nose to nose now, Lemarchand practically drinking in the suffering of this woman who’d hounded her for more than three months. “If we’re as similar as you’d have me believe, then we both know there’s no mercy in the offering.”
Elise’s dark eyes gleamed as she countered the Courtier’s knee with a crushing grip on Lenore’s left breast. “The similarities only go so far, Lenore. The truth is I’m willing to cross lines you didn’t even know exisNNNGGH!”
Lemarchand bounced the Icy Manipulator’s skull a second time, thrust forward with her knee for good measure, then hauled the stunned battler to her feet as the count reached ‘FOURTEEN!’ Not a lot of time left on the clock, yet the Fair & Radiant Maiden appeared in no hurry as she spun Winterrest around and drew her into a snug Waistlock. Gouging the knot of her fists into Elise’s midriff, Lenore walked them both a few steps closer to the ring, then dropped her hips and popped ‘em back in a gorgeous bridge that hurled Elise into the apron spine-first! She shrieked aloud but managed to keep her feet by slamming her elbows into the apron a heartbeat after impact.
It was a show of tenacity and determination Lemarchand would’ve admired if the mere sight of the other woman’s face didn’t make her want to slap it sideways. With the end of the count looming large, Lenore muscled Elise around, helped herself to a second round of trunks ‘n tresses and shoved her under the bottom rope. The Raven followed at once, though she made a point of coming through the strands on her feet, rather than her belly.
Their return to the ring earned a loud roar from the crowd and though Lemarchand was in no mood to slow her attack, she paused it long enough to raise her sigil overhead. It was returned to her a hundredfold (possibly a thousandfold) and the show of support put a smile on Lenore’s face as she bent down and grabbed a double handful of Elise’s disheveled silk shift. The low, dry rrrrrrriiiiip of the cloth widened her smile by degrees, as did Winterrest’s instinctual effort to cover up.
“You’ve made a point of punishing me with the Camel Clutch on each of our previous… let’s call them encounters.” Emily’s Lady in Waiting told her foe once she’d discarded the ruined shift. Presumably this was to serve as a reminder of my loss to Amara on the beach early last summer. If that was your aim, consider it a success, there is however, a problem with this approach.” Winterrest didn’t answer, she was too busy clambering to all fours. Lenore let her, it made for an excellent visual as she stepped over the vulnerable wrestler. Feet planted firm, she rose up on her tiptoes and dropped into a heavy squat thrust that drove the curve of her glutes into Elise’s lower back.
Miss Murder ‘oooofffffh’ed and went down flat on her stomach, making her a comfortable perch when Lemarchand settled down. Sinking her claws into the other brunette’s biceps, Lenore peeled Elise’s upper body off the deck and draped her arms over the Courtier’s thighs. Winterrest finally started to squirm when Lemarchand cupped her chin, but by then it was far too late and she groaned in pain as Lenore pulled back on a surprisingly brawny Camel Clutch. Utterly technical with her delivery (at least for now) the Raven cranked back on Elise’s chin until the newcomer was looking into Lemarchand’s dark, shining eyes. “If you’d like to know where your plan went awry,” Lenore murmured into her rival’s pale, strained features, “I’d suggest you ask our former Eurasian Champion why she paid a FAWN security guard a considerable sum to ‘lose’ half an hour of footage from just outside the sauna last September.”
Winterrest didn’t respond with words, both because she was too furious to form them and because the other brunette’s Chinlock made it impossible. Honed in on the only message she could deliver, the Icy Manipulator crooked her fingers into talons and sloooooooowly raked the outside of her attacker’s thighs over and over again.
Lemarchand grimaced, but made no attempt to shift her position or grip. “You’d have to break the skin to make me move, Ellie.” she chided. “And even then I’d just slide back a little farther.”
Winterrest bared her teeth, smacked the Raven’s gams as best she could, then dug in with a white-knuckled claw grip. Noting the grim cast of Lemarchand’s features, Elise rasped, “I’ll tear you apart piece by piece, raven. Scatter them in the parking lot as food for the AAARRRRRHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!”
Not about to blink in this war of not so subtle cruelties, the Courtier halved her Chinlock, pinched Winterrest’s upper lip between thumb and forefinger and did her best to turn it upside down with a savage twist!
“Off of her face, Lenore! Let go, right now dammit!” Al Carpenter was quick with the order, knowing damned well that leniency on his part could and would be exploited by his charges in the most painful of ways. Lenore let go without complaint, presumably because she immediately claimed Elise’s lower lip and tried to wrench it down below her chin! Miss Murder shrieked aloud, but rather than plead to the zebra she redoubled her efforts to claw eight fresh grooves Lemarchand’s thighs. “Lenore, you don’t let her go I swear to God I’ll tackle you off her. Kent won’t bat an eye, trust me!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden raised both hands at once, leaving Elise’s noggin to hang disheveled and sullen between her knees. “I’m not sure what’s more insulting,” she told Carpenter, “the idea that you think you could take me down, or that I’d whine to Kent about the attempt!”
“He’s only trying to prevent you from doing something you’d regret, sweetness.” Winterrest said with an evil little giggle. “He can see right through this ‘thinking man’s bad girl’ nonsense for the playacting it truly eeerrrrgggghhhhh!”
Lemarchand mashed the other brunette’s cheeks together in a ‘fish face’ and wrenched her head back so Elise was forced to look at Al. “Say thank you, Al.” Lenore purred. “Say thank you for saving my delicate little face.”
Miss Murder growled softly, then reached for Lenore’s controlling hand only to wrench that arm away from the Courtier’s thigh. Halfway to freedom now, she jabbed an elbow into the canvas used it to help her push to all fours (threes). The result of these struggles was a pony ride of sorts, albeit one far more awkward and unpleasant than any summoned by childhood memories. Still, the improved leverage allowed Winterrest to drag their combined weight closer to the ropes. She didn’t stop to question her good fortune until she realized the Raven made no effort to stop her. That was about the time Lemarchand slipped her right hand into the arm-hole of Elise’s one-piece and crushed her right breast with a single long squeeze.
“Let’s make a promise, you and I.” Lenore’s voice was hot and mean in her ear, Elise’s own breath temporarily hitched in her throat. “Let’s promise to make no effort to keep the other from fighting her way to the ropes… with the understanding that every single inch of canvas will be earned through any number of tiny tortures and humiliations.” She took Winterrest’s nub between thumb and forefinger and pinched until the Mainer’s back went rigid. “Do we have a deal?”
Elise stayed quiet as she acclimated herself to this fresh anguish. After several seconds she whispered, “I KNEW you were still in there. Breaking you… it will be an honor.”
Lenore smiled, leaned down and kissed Winterrest’s forehead, a show of tenderness that happened to coincide with another gawdawful pinch. “Better get to the ropes quick, girl. No telling what could happen if you stay here.”
But Elise knew exactly what would happen, which was why she resumed her shuffling journey to the edge of the ring. Ten seconds later she curled her free arm around the bottom rope and said, “I’ve reached the ropes, little bird.”
“And you’ve earned every bit of it.” Lemarchand treated her to a final tweak, then undid her hooks and disengaged without Carpenter having to say a single word. Elise fought off a strong urge to remove herself to the floor for a second time. Ultimately her desire for a reprieve was overwhelmed by an all encompassing need to get back into the very game that she’d proposed, then been shut out of ever since the Raven attacked when her back was turned. Returned to verticality with the aid of the ropes, she smoothed hair back from her face and took a few deep breaths. When she turned to face Lenore, her smile was in place as if it had never left.
“Seems you’re not as domesticated as I had feared.” she told Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Still, I hope you haven’t used up all that NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand rushed in and THWHUMPED Winterrest across the belly with a Kneelift that doubled her over. Slapping on a Front Facelock as soon as Elise leaned forward, Lenore bore down on her head and muttered, “When are you going to learn to stop whooaaaaahh AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!”
Short of breath or not, it didn’t stop Miss Murder from curling an arm across Lenore’s lower back while the other grabbed hold of her rival’s right knee. Then she dipped down and muscled Lemarchand so high the FAWNatics thought she was going to Back Drop her foe out of the ring. That might have been preferable to her actual plan, which involved swinging the Courtier back the way she’d came and sinking to one knee! The ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop more than lived up to the billing as it transformed Lenore from Raven to pigeon in a single THWHUMPING shot!
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Overjoyed by the shock she felt radiating from those wide, dark eyes, Winterrest looked like she meant to say something right up to the moment she flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED Lemarchand flush across the mouth! The Bytch Slap spun Lenore in a half circle and sent her stumbling away from the Maliious Mainer with one hand carefully checking for loosened teeth. Winterrest let her go, or at least get a decent head start, then she broke into a run and buzzed by on the woozy battler’s right. Lenore saw Elise hit the ropes dead ahead and straightened up quick enough to fire off a ‘welcome back’ Haymaker, but the Icy Manipulator dipped under the strike without missing a beat and took her opponent’s back in the blink of an eye.
Threading her right leg over the Raven’s left thigh, Elise wedged that foot against Lenore’s calf in the same second she angled her left leg over the back of Lemarchand’s head. Driving the full weight of her thigh against Lenore’s neck, Winterrest favored the sold out crowd with a taunting smile as she slowly brought her thumbs together and raised a raven of her own into the rafters. Lenore, far more focused on escaping the clutches of the Octopus than whatever slight Winterrest leveled against her, grabbed the suddenly domineering woman’s encroaching foot in her right hand and would’ve pushed it off if Miss Murder hadn’t cupped her own right hand into a claw and ‘smecked’ it between her thighs in a vicious underhanded claw!
“Don’t think I forgot the rules already, pretty bird.” Elise chuckled as she felt the first wave of spasms rack through her adversary. “I won’t stop you from inching your way to the ropes, but in between?” She let loose just long enough to slap-SLAP Lemarchand’s glutes. “This belongs to me.”
Lenore grit her teeth but said nothing, focusing instead on trying to force Elise’s leg off her head with the arm she hadn’t yet immobil--”F*ck.”
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZtEZ7-Axfc
Winterrest reached down with her left hand, laid claim to her rival’s right wrist and pulled the whole arm up behind Lemarchand’s back at an awkward angle. “Now, now, no need for such vulgarities, Lenore.” Elise’s tone was poisoned honey as she pushed down with her left leg while continuing to knead the other woman’s crotch. “After all, this is just a sample of what I have in store for you over the next twenty plus minutes. Of course if the pain is already too much for you to bear…” she trailed off to better emphasize the quiet raaaaaaaaaaaake of her nails across the Raven’s undercarriage, “you’re more than welcome to attempt a verbal submission.”
Effectively down to one good arm (the left) and one good leg (the right) Lemarchand endured her foe’s ministrations with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Waggling a finger to keep Algernon from getting antsy about a check, the tangled Courtier let out a deep breath and dipped as deep as she could without losing her balance. This adjustment did nothing for the Armbar or the Crotch Claw, it did however alleviate some of the pressure on her neck. A bit of squirming told her that she could twist enough to sink her teeth into the meat of Winterrest’s calf. While such a tactic would’ve freed her from the painful knot eventually, she was certain Elise would endure the gnawing long enough to inflict something particularly unpleasant below the waist.
Resigned to her turn at the game, Lemarchand steeled her nerves and made for the ropes in an awkward lurching duck-walk that Winterrest found simultaneously amusing and annoying. “What’s this, no witty repartee? No threats or taunts wrapped in obscure literary references? Not even any screams of pain? You disappoint me, raven.”
Lenore didn’t look up from the small patch of canvas that currently occupied her whole world. “You’re not worth any of those, ElisSSSSSEEERRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Determined to prove her worth to the Courtier in the most galling fashion imaginable, Elise loosened the claw, slipped it under the useless lycra armor and resumed her grip on the brunette’s nethers. “How about now, little bird?” Winterrest cooed as her fingers did their wicked work. “Do I rate some of your infamous banter now?”
“Guuuhhhh… get it while you can, cunt.” Lenore rasped. “In the end I’ll grind the face off your ooooooohhhhhhhhhh faaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhk.”
Elise changed her tactic to something even more intimate, the kind of attack that would’ve buckled the knees of a lesser woman. Biting down on her bottom lip to steady things as best she could. Lemarchand resumed her trudge across the canvas desert, aware of nothing but the pain in her neck and the growing heat in her-- the sight of the ropes in her peripheral vision worked wonders no cold shower ever could. Moving as fast as the Octopus would allow, Lenore finally reached out with her left arm and grabbed the middle strand. “Get the f*ck off me, Elise.” she grunted.
“I would have, alas you moved too fast.” Winterrest answered in a tone of mild pique. “Thankfully our game is far from over. And I’m more than happy to offer a preview of sorts.” Miss Murder extracted her claw, reached around and quickly swiped the damp digits across Lenore’s cheek. Lemarchand hissed like she’d been scalded, just the sort of reaction Elise wanted. Disengaging from the Octopus a half second before Carpenter could start in on his whining, Winterrest SMACKED her opponent’s backside and chided, “Fix your briefs, girl. You look like a whore.”
Lenore straightened up like she’d been electrified and rounded on the Malicious Mainer with a jaw-breaking Haymak--”OOOFFFFHHH!”
Elise booted her in the gut, then wedged the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s noggin under her right arm when she doubled over.
“What the hell, Elise?” Al barked. “She made the ropes, she gets a break!”
Winterrest slipped her hands under Lenore’s biceps and locked ‘em between opposing shoulders in a snug Double Underhook. “Yes, yes she did. However she waived that privilege the instant she tried to whooooAAAANNNNNNGGHHH!”
Using the ropes as her guide, Lemarchand pivoted to the left and plowed forward until Elise BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the corner. “Made the ropes again you no-talent hack.” Lenore grunted. “Now are you going to let me go or do I have to OOOFFFHH!”
Elise slammed a Kneelift into Lenore’s belly and promptly stacked on two more. Damned if the Raven didn’t get low and drive her into the buckles yet again, unfortunately for Lenore Elise was just as tenacious and she held the high ground. Backing Lemarchand out of the corner with another stiff Kneelift, Winterrest sank into a deep crouch and repaid her foe’s German against the apron with her very own Murderous Butterfly! The distance traveled was quite short, but that only meant Lenore was still going full speed when she BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the second turnbuckle.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEw-6vjeH6E
Landing in an ugly sprawl with both legs draped over the middle rope, the suffering superstar didn’t realize that Winterrest was back on her feet until the Icy Manipulator wedged one between her thighs. “AAAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHK YOOOOOUUU!” Lenore couldn’t keep the shrieks contained as Elise took hold of the top rope and boosted herself up to shift even more weight to her stompin’ foot.
“I don’t think you’re up for the challenge right now, dear.” Winterrest giggled. “You won’t be capable of intimacy with anything other than an icepack by the time I’m finished with you.”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting only wailed and continued to push at Elise’s encroaching heel. That left the real work to Al Carpenter, a task he accepted at once. “Get off her, Elise. And back up, right now!”
Winterrest feigned sudden onset deafness so the ref began his count. Lo and behold Miss Murder’s hearing returned at ‘FOUR!’ though the look on her face suggested she didn’t much appreciate Al’s healing word. Circling the center of the ring until Lemarchand managed to bring herself to all fours, Elise went right back in and plunged both hands into the downed wrestler’s battle-damp hair. Lenore grimaced and tried to lock up, alas Elise would have none of it and cut off the effort with a Headbutt to the bridge of the nose Wedging her shoulder into Lemarchand’s tummy when the Raven slumped back, the Icy Manipulator wrapped her arms around her foe’s thighs and boosted her into a slumped seat on the top rope.
“It is as I feared.” Winterrest sighed once she’d climbed to the second rope. “All your earlier fury has been spent and now you’re the same pathetic shell I’ve been dominating at will. The only humane thing to do is put you down… which I shall do from a great height.”
Boos from the crowd might’ve made them feel better about the situation, but they meant shyt all as soon as Elise pulled her prey into a Front Facelock. Hooking a handful of trunks for extra control, Winterrest carefully moved up to the third floor would’ve brought Lenore along for the ride if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn’t pounded half a dozen punches into her side. Elise bared her teeth, pulled up Lenore’s togs to remind her who was in control. “Too little, too late, little bird. The fall is the only thing that awaits you HEYNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand slipped free of the Facelock, leaned back as best she could and THWHUMPED her forehead deep into Winterrest’s tummy. Miss Murder folded up around the blow, yet she didn’t lose her footing. Eager to change that, Lenore hooked her at the knees and jerked forward, sweeping Winterrest’s stems out from underneath! Elise dropped like someone who’d stepped through thin ice on a country pond but the brunette’s descent was cut short by the top rope slamming into her thighs a little above the pits of her knees. Face to face with her tormentor for the first time in what seemed an eternity, Lemarchand cupped Winterrest’s head in her hands and drew even closer. “Poor dear, that looked like a rather nasty fall. Shall I kiss it all better?”
Stunned by the abrupt landing, Elise pushed against the other woman’s shoulders to no noticeable effect. “Kuhhh… keep that filthy little beak away from me, raEEERRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden planted a tender kiss on her rival’s lips, prompting a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd. But salaciousness gave way to sympathy when Lenore took Elise’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulled away like she meant to tear it off her face! Luckily for Elise (not to mention the FAWN medical staff) Al Carpenter was already close and he started a count right away. Even then Winterrest suffered until ‘FOUR!’ and any pleasure derived from having her features intact died a quick death when Lemarchand put both hands against her shoulders and pushed.
The result wasn’t quite a textbook Tree of Woe, yet it still kept Elise strung up just fine and that was all Lenore required. Carefully shifting from her seat to a deep crouch, Lemarchand looked down at the inverted battler and said, “FAWN is full of birds, Elise. Blackbirds, Songbirds, Bloodhawks, eagles, mockingbirds and more vultures than you can imagine. But for that amazing aviary there is only ONE Raven and I’m afraid you don’t have the wings to fly at her level.”
Aware that she was in a, let’s just call it a disadvantageous position, Miss Murder didn’t knock any of the brass from her voice when she snarled, “I don’t need to fly, raven. I’m armed with the sling that will bring you hurtling to earth in cloud of feathers and screAAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Lemarchand grabbed the top rope for leverage, then planted the heel of her left foot in Elise’s crotch and rose to her full height. Patently ignoring her wailing rival, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and raised the Raven high overhead. “THINK THIS BYTCH KNOWS WHO SHE’S MESSING WITH?”
The responding roar from those assembled suggested that Elise’s information was improving by the second, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to show her even more. Lenore thought this an excellent idea, so she bounced her planted heel against the fork of Winterrest’s crotch until Elise had almost pulled herself level with the top rope and Carpenter had reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Removing her foot without the slightest bit of theatrics, Lemarchand balanced on the top turnbuckle for all of half a second before she leapt straight up and came down with both feet THWHUMPING Elise’s chest! The impact tore Winterrest loose of the corner and dropped her on the back of her head and shoulders in an ungainly heap.
TREE OF WOE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMjueSTOQno
Lenore’s landing was downright elegant by comparison, a slick little forward roll that took her to mid-ring where she sprang to her feet. By then the crowd was roaring for the Courtier to go for a cover, so Lemarchand hurried back, grabbed Elise by the wrists and draaaaaaaagged her well away from the ropes. Once free of such encumbrances she tossed Elise’s hands aside, swung around and dropped one knee on the brunette’s chest. An arrogant, showy cover to be sure, not that anyone seemed to mind when the joined Carpenter in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise shoved Lenore loose and rolled onto her side with half a tic to spare.
Lenore didn’t dispute the near fall, in truth she was pleased to let the game continue. “Up.” she buried a hand in Elise’s hair and gave it a rough yank. “I said up. Massage the tread off your junk on your own time.” Winterrest cursed and grabbed at Lemarchand’s wrist but all she got for her troubles was a quick slap and another brisk tug.
“Off the hair, Lenore. Don’t make me--” Turned out Al didn’t have to tell her twice, as Emily’s Lady in Waiting relinquished the hair hold the instant she pounded a Headbutt into the base of Winterrest’s neck. Elise went weak in the knees, might’ve collapsed if the other brunette hadn’t forced her head under the Icy Manipulator’s left arm. Corralling her prey at waist and glute, Lenore muscled Elise onto the point of one shoulder, took a few steps forward and returned one of her foe’s earlier punishments with some cheek-splitting interest.
Forced onto tiptoe by the Atomic Drop, a grimacing Elise tottered toward the ropes in hopes of getting there before-- “OOOWWW DAMMIT, LET GO OF ME YOU HATEFUL EEEEEEERRRGGGGHHHH!” Elise’s call for release descended into so much gnashing anguish as Lenore bore down on the double-fisted underhand grip she’d secured on opposing crotch.
“Don’t tell me you forgot the rules of our game!” Lemarchand was practically purring as she continued to ‘chew’ on Winterrest’s trunks. “I won’t stop you from getting to the ropes, all you have to do is move!” Jaw clenched against the worst of the pain, Elise pulled her right arm in close in preparation of a Back Elbow only to have the Raven almost buckle her knees with another nauseating squeeze. “Go on, Elise.” Lemarchand cooed. “You were so eager to slap my ass when you had me in the Octopus, show me you can take what you dish out.”
Elise managed a few steps forward, paused to steady her nerves, went back up on tiptoe when Lenore tried to crush her center. “Yuuuuhhh…. you better end this now, little girl.” she rasped. “Because if I take a seat on your face you won’t WHOOAAANNGGHH!”
Something in the brunette’s tone must’ve struck a nerve because Lenore dropped her hips and bridged backward to THAWHAM Elise against the mat. Bearing down on the Crotch Claw even as the unorthodox Suplex folded her opponent in half, Lemarchand rolled to her knees and forced Elise to do the same. From there she clambered to boot leather, got low and peeled off her second bridge in less than a minute. That time she pushed onto her toes and put one more white-knuckled constriction through the claw in hopes of keeping Winterrest down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise bucked loose, flopped onto her side and promptly curled into a fetal ball with both hands wedged between her thighs. Beside her, Lenore rose to one knee and observed the scene with hands on her hips. “That’s a good look for you. Think the art department could put it on your next tee--” Elise swiped at her, Lenore caught the Mainer’s wrist and tossed it aside.
Suddenly in no mood for jokes, the Raven sidled around to Winterrest’s feet and pulled her to a slumped seat. Taking possession of Elise’s ankles proved no problem, nor was folding them into a cross legged arrangement any more difficult. Bracing a knee atop her foe’s stems, Lenore put her hands against the sides of Elise’s knees and slooooooooowly pressed down until the other woman’s legs were practically flat against the deck.
“Damn you,” Winterrest panted as the Iron Butterfly wrought havoc on her hamstrings and groin. “I’ll rip you apart for nnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Elise’s hands sought Lenore’s eyes until an increase in pressure sent them deep into her own hair to combat the pain.
“The ropes are directly above you dear, if you start moving now you should be able to make it in approximately forty-five seconds, certainly no more than a minute. And Elise?” Lemarchand pressed down on Miss Murder’s knees to make sure she had her nemesis’s attention. “If you even think about going for my eyes or my hair, I’ll use my thumb in ways that would make Miriam Gaiman blush. Do we understand one another?”
Elise sucked in a ragged breath, braced her elbows against the mat and used them to rise to something approximating a seat. Regarding the Raven with wide, hating eyes, she said, “Do your worst.” she ordered. “If you’ve got the nervEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Lemarchand moved her knees forward and out, using them to pin the other brunette’s stems in place. With both hands free, the Courtier traced a nonsense pattern on Winterrest’s inner thighs before securing a double claw less than half an inch removed from the edges of her opponent’s briefs.
Practically choking on the scream lodged in her throat, Elise instinctually reached for Lenore’s hair only for the domineering woman to trace the ball of her right thumb across the faintly limned outline of her foe’s womanhood. “Test me.” Lemarchand murmured. “Go on, Elise. Reach for my hair and find out if I was lying.”
Winterrest didn’t need to reach. She’d seen that look reflected in the mirror more than once, heard that same tone issue from her own lips and she knew Lenore was deadly serious. Exhilarated and enraged by this revelation, Winterrest rose from her elbows to her hands, took a deep breath and started backpedaling to the ropes. Earlier, Lenore predicted a travel time between forty-five seconds and a minute. Credit then the determination of Elise Winterrest, as she made the journey in approximately thirty-eight seconds. Even so it was the longest thirty-eight seconds of Elise’s professional career and it took every bit of her near preternatural resolve not to sob with relief when she wrapped a hand around the bottom rope.
“Excellent effort, little bird.” she murmured between deep breaths. “But sanctuary is mine and honor demands you release me.”
Lenore ended the claws on her opponent’s thighs, but she made no effort to remove her knees. “What do you know of honor, Elise?” she patted Winterrest’s vulnerable undercarriage, then traced it with her thumb a second time. “You’re a heartless savage who lives for the anguish of her opponents. You wouldn’t know honor if it--”
The Icy Manipulator sat up, buried one hand in Lenore’s hair and would’ve raked her eyes with the other if the Raven hadn’t caught her in a greco-roman Knucklelock at the last second. “I honor the rules of our game, if nothing else.” Elise hissed. “And I always keep my promises. For instance, go to my trunks one more time and I promise to grind the nose right off your pretty little face.”
Displaying the same sort of caution seen in one who worked with high voltage wires or ill-tempered rattlesnakes, Algernon Carpenter knelt beside them and said, “How about we stand this up, ladies. I want both of you to unlock your hands, then slide away and slowly get to your feet. Can you do that?”
Lenore nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off Elise. “Of course, Algernon.”
The ref turned to Winterrest. “Elise?”
“How does the old song go? Oh yes, anything you can do, I can do--”
She would’ve said ‘better’ if she hadn’t darted forward and THWUNKED her forehead into Lenore’s right eye! Lemarchand wailed and scrambled / somersaulted backward, the startled Courtier suddenly concerned with her throbbing eye and little else.
A pity, because Winterrest planned to give her more problems than she’d ever “Aaaarrrgghhhh dammit!” Miss Murder clambered to her feet, took a step forward and immediately crumpled backward into the strands as her tormented thighs seized up. “Sadistic twat,” Elise muttered as she sat down on her butt. “I’ll make sure you pay for that.” Of course just how to act on such a threat was the question of the hour and it stymied the Malicious Mainer until her gaze happened across the closest corner. Problem solved in an instant, she hooked an arm over the middle rope and used it to draaaaaaaaaaaag herself into the shadow of the ring-post.
Elsewhere Al Carpenter knelt beside Lenore to better inspect the damage done by Winterrest’s Headbutt. “Can you see ok, Lenore? No spotting, no weird colors?”
Lenore blinked, wiped away the sheen of tears and shook her head ‘no’. “I’m ok, Algernon. Just caught me by surprise is all.” That appeared to settle the issue because she shooed him away and got to her feet. Noting Winterrest still down in the far corner, Lenore took a threatening step forward and called, “Get up, Elise. Right the f*ck now.”
Elise snarled, grabbed the top rope in both hands and pulled herself halfway up before her legs gave out again and she collapsed to her haunches with a sharp yelp of pain. Al started forward at once, but the Fair & Radiant Maiden cut him off. “She’s mine. I owe her for that ‘clean break.’”
Carpenter objected to no avail, Lemarchand was already on top of her adversary and swatting aside the kicks Winterrest sent in her direction. Sidling in close enough to make kicking useless, Lenore leaned down and slapped Elise across the face before filling her hands with the other brunette’s hair. “Should have surrendered before I shredded your legs, baEEERRRHH NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise endured the burn in her scalp by jabbing her thumb into the Courtier’s right eye! Lenore reeled back although not nearly far enough to prevent the other brunette from snatching hold of her top. Yanking forward even as she twisted aside, Elise couldn’t help but grin as Lemarchand lost her balance and BWUUUUNGED face-first into the exposed steel of the second turnbuckle. The Raven shuddered hard, grabbed the middle strand and started to push away, but Elise (just returned to boot leather) helped herself to the top rope and hopped up just high enough to drive her shins into the other brunette’s shoulders. Lenore groaned and kept trying to rise, so Winterrest bore down with every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds and leaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was looking up at the lights and Lenore was sputtering like a crippled engine.
Though entirely unaware of the exposed turnbuckle, Al knew rough corner work when he saw it, so he wasted no time in swatting Elise on the shoulder. “Get her off the buckles, Elise! C’mon, right now!” The Icy Manipulator only blew him a kiss, so the ref fired off his count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Elise slid off, grabbed Lenore by the scruff of the neck and dragged her up and around to slap on a quick Front Facelock. Noting a dampness she wasn’t expecting, Winterrest spared a glance at the exposed steel and saw it splattered with red. Spinning away not because she was squeamish but because she didn’t want Carpenter to see it, Elise slung Lemarchand’s near arm over her shoulders, snagged a lotta waistband and powered her all the way to high noon. Knowing the perfect camouflage for her little trick, Winterrest took three quick, tottering steps out of the corner, hardly a full fledged run, but still an impressive head of steam for someone who could barely walk. Then she kicked her feet forward and dropped straight down to SPIKE Lenore’s skull with a vicious Sheerdrop Brainbuster.
SHEERDROP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=reHRGmTVGok
The crowd groaned, then gasped when Lemarchand sat up, one side of her partisan features striped red courtesy of the cut just above her right eye. “Oh my, that’s unfortunate.” Winterrest murmured as she shoved the brunette flat and slid across her chest to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore twitched loose of the cradle with a whisper to spare, albeit with none of her usual tenacity or flair. It was then Carpenter noticed the blood. “Jesus,” he pulled a pair of latex gloves from his back pocket and slipped them on. “You ok, Len? Can you see outta that--”
“Buuuhhh… back off Algernon, I’m fine.” Lenore huffed after she’d swatted his hands away. “Gonna take more than an exposed turnbuckle to AAAAARRRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Slinking into place behind her rival, Elise cupped Lemarchand’s chin in one hand and gouged at her cut with the other! Al started the count at once, but Elise kept at it until ‘FOUR!’ and by then the Courtier’s face was a perfect example of Solie’s ‘Crimson Mask’. Scraping Lemarchand off the canvas even as Al threatened her with disqualification, Winterrest drilled a Kneelift into her opponent’s tummy, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and twisted off a quick Arm Wringer. Positioned on the other brunette’s left (and facing the same direction) Elise slung her right leg over Lenore’s exposed left arm and wrapped her right arm around Lemarchand’s skull in a sort of rough Side Headlock. With the Raven secured at wrist and noggin, Miss Murder kicked her right leg forward, then snapped it back and dropped to her knees to THWHONK Lemarchand’s lacerated forehead into the unforgiving canvas.
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxabxEvrRQ0
Emily’s Lady in Waiting froze like a tent peg for perhaps a second, then went nice and boneless when Elise shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Distressed by the blood for entirely different reasons, the Icy Manipulator sighed, “It appears I’ll have to delay my promise for a while longer. Still, here’s something to remember me by.” She slung a leg over Lenore’s chest and slid into a high, tight Schoolgirl. Delighted by the bleeding features framed in her thighs, Winterrest laid one hand atop the other, hooked her thumbs together and raised a familiar sigil while Carpenter counted off….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell clanged, the FAWNatics jeered and Elise raised her raven a little bit higher when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
The Icy Manipulator settled back, but made no move to leave her perch, not even when Carpenter offered his hand. Dismissing him with a glare, Elise reached down with both hands, cupped Lenore’s breasts and bore down. Those wicked claws raised only the slightest grimace from the Courtier, even when Winterrest twisted her wrists to & ‘fro. Certain the cameras would pick up her every word, Elise pinched Lemarchand’s nipples simply because she could, then leaned forward and slid back until she was stretched atop the other brunette in a full body press.
“The first round goes to me and I have good news and bad news.” she murmured to the bleeding battler. “The good news is that I was wrong and you haven’t gone soft. In truth you’re as quick, sure and vicious as I ever could have hoped. The bad news however, is that for all your viciousness, for all cunning and wicked creativity, you are still just a bird. A creature of feathers and hollow bones whose talons scratch deeply, but inflict no lasting injury.” She paused, hooked her shins against Lenore’s calves and streeeeeeeeeetched her legs until she raised a grimace of pain.
“Tonight I bloodied you.” Elise cooed in Lenore’s ear. “When next we meet, I’ll break you. And should you find a way to pick yourself off the mat one more time, I will see to it that you HUMBLE yourself before the Black Wolf of Winter. That’s my promise to you, little Raven.” Receiving no word from the unconscious lass, Elise pressed a hand to Lenore’s face and shoved it to one side as she finally rose to her full height.
“Leave her alone, Elise.” Al warned as Winterrest stalked a little circle around her prey. “You’ve already done enough.”
“Hardly. I haven’t satisfied the boys at Gladiatrix. So if you’ll excuse me…”
Miss Murder planted a foot on Lenore’s tits and pressed down hard enough to make her groan. Didn’t dislodge the boot though, so Winterrest fluffed her hair, then spread her arms in a wide ‘V’. That satisfied a lot more than just Gladiatrix, none more so than Elise herself, who held the pose until time constraints (and an increasingly displeased Al Carpenter) forced her from the squared circle with Lenore ragged and torn in her wake.
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
Kula Shaker’s ‘Hush’ winged its way into the arena and a great unkindness of ’Ravens’ went up, Lemarchand’s flock growing in direct proportion to the chapters in her collection of carnage. They cheered all the louder when Emily West’s Lady in Waiting brushed through the curtain scant seconds after her name was called. Regarding the capacity crowd with a wry smile, Lenore tapped the wrist of her right hand like she was checking the face of a watch, then hooked her thumbs together and raised the rook high overhead. When it came down she put an index finger against one side of her neck and drew it across in a quick slash.
“Miss Murder meets a bad end tonight.” she told the nearest camera. “One that will make all others pale in comparison.” Threat made, she turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
For her first official match with the woman who’d targeted her much the way she’d once targeted a certain Cyn-Ful Mitchell sister, Lenore wore strappy bikini bottoms hued in a purplish-black and emblazoned with a faint design that careful inspection revealed as feathers. Her top was halter style, with the color and pattern matching her briefs. Elbow and kneepads were matte black, the latter still obscured by loose, bell-flared 'leggings' that started just south of mid-thigh and dropped to ankle length. Those leggings were also black and featured a stylized version of Lemarchand’s raven insignia done in stark white. Her look was finished with shiny black boots and purple wrist tape that matched her togs.
Dark eyes honed flitting back ‘n forth across the crowd in search of some lurking duplicity, Lemarchand made it most of the way to the ring before she stopped to draw attention to a sign depicting a stylized version of herself standing amidst a rather lurid crime scene. The message emblazoned across the bottom read:
CRUSH HER SOUL INTO THE FLOOR, RAVEN!
“I do believe I shall.” she murmured in appreciation. “Though I will take my time in doing so.”
Leaving the artist to contemplate her words, Lemarchand whipped around on one heel, broke into a run and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the span between heartbeats, the Fair & Radiant Maiden strode to the center of the ring and raised her sigil one more time, Lenore slowly dropped her hands to shoulder level and beckoned the woman behind the curtain to step out and face her. Alas, the Icy Manipulator remained stubbornly hidden, forcing the Courtier to take up her watch in a corner on the far side of the ring.
Lemarchand’s wait got quite a bit shorter when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Belasco Maine, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is the unforgiving, unrelenting, unrepentant ELISE WINTERREST!
ELISE WINTERREST:
Roars of disdain, dislike and outright disgust from the capacity crowd as the pounding, staccato drumbeat of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ oozed from the speakers. A few seconds later Elise stepped into view and spread her arms wide, Miss Murder daring this chorus of banality to properly honor her arrival. They kicked up the volume that much more, their auditory hatred raising a beautifully cruel grin that got that much scarier when the house lights went down, then blazed forth in an eerie, fiery red. Looking like some alternate reality Carrie White who actually enjoyed her prom, Elise turned her attention to the ring and started down the aisle.
As unimpressed by the summer heat as everything else around her, Winterrest slunk down the aisle dressed in a short shift of black silk that offered up a fine view of her upper thighs and occasional glimpses of backside as well as the matching black elbow and knee pads and gleaming black boots that ended an inch south of her knee.
Slowing to a near halt as she reached the foot of the ramp, Winterrest slunk over one of the jeering throng and placed a finger to his lips to make sure proper attention was paid when her anthem noted ‘So don’t breathe when I talk, ‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.’ Dismissing the oaf before he’d fully come to grips with her presence, the First-Degree Femme Fatale sauntered up the steps, dipped between the ropes and headed to the center of the squared circle, her dark eyes locked on the Raven, who returned it without so much as a flinch. Her lips curling in a smile like charring paper, Elise put her hands across her chest in a ‘raven’ of her own, then snapped it apart and turned her back on the Fair & Radiant Maiden.
Lenore knew she shouldn’t give in to the anger that’d been burning in the pit of her stomach ever since Elise strolled through the curtain. Indeed, the rational part of her mind told her that such anger was exactly what Winterrest wanted. That it would make her sloppy and impulsive, much more prone to an error that could very well cost her the match. She knew all these things and had devised a hundred little ways to hold her anger in check, yet her cheeks burned hot when the other brunette made eye contact. And when Miss Murder turned away from her there in the raucous, red-tinged dark?
That proved a costly mistake.
Lemarchand didn’t so much pounce as she did fly, arriving the center of the ring just as Winterrest reached to undo the knot holding her shift in place. The Courtier snatched her at trunks and tresses, the dual yanks forcing Elise up on tiptoe with a startled yelp. Rushing forward with the lights still down, Lenore stopped just shy of the edge and hurled her tormentor up n’ over so when the lights DID come up the FAWNatics were greeted by Winterrest falling ass over teakettle to the thin blue mat that bordered the ring.
The THWHUMP of her antagonist’s landing was the most satisfying sound Lenore could recall in quite some time, yet rather than sate her anger, it only stoked it higher. Brushing Carpenter aside to better get to her adversary, Lenore started through the ropes before something better came to mind. “C’mon Lenore, get back to your corner!” Al pleaded as the Fair & Radiant Maiden reversed course into the ring. “The match hasn’t even started yet!”
“Who’s fault is that?” she snapped. “Stay out of my way, Algernon!”
Out on the floor, Elise Winterrest pushed to all fours amidst hoots from the crowd and thoughts of a million different agonies she’d pile on that sneaking little shyt before the night was over. The rabble cheered again when the Icy Manipulator regained her feet, a response she found most irritating until she noted all the cameras trained on a spot somewhere on her six. Gripped by a short but powerful burst of panic, Elise whirled around with claws raised, a defense that provided absolutely no protection when Lenore came down on her in a feet-first dive!
The unorthodox delivery of the Missile Dropkick did nothing to dull the impact -- Lemarchand’s boots hit Winterrest flush in the chest and the simultaneous extension of her legs sent Elise flying back across the aisle to BWAAANG against the steel guardrail!
“Better ring that bell soon, Algernon!” Lenore barked after she’d scrambled to verticality. “Otherwise there won’t be much of a match before the EMT’s come to carry this little bytch to the back!” There was no immediate response from the official, but the CLANG of the bell proved answer enough. Dialing back the worst of her anger now that she had Elise slumped against the guardrail like a sorority girl done in by one too many Mai Tai’s, Lemarchand closed in, grabbed hold of her foe’s hair and pulled her head back at a sharp angle.
“Weren’t you going to rain hell down on me, dear heart?” she taunted. “I distinctly remember something about hell when you were trying to wring my neck with that chair.”
Elise smiled in spite of her wheezing breath and low ringing throb in the back of her skull. “An excellent display from the Raven of old, princess. I do so hope you’ll be able to maintain such ferocity when I sink my claws into your soft spoNNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore grabbed her head in both hands, pulled it forward and BWANGED it back against the steel. Sinking into a crouch that put her downed knee snug against the other brunette’s crotch, Lemarchand took Elise’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back so their eyes could lock. “That woman you spoke of the first night we met, the one you worried was a ghost of her former self? She’s right here, little girl. And she’s got almost twenty seconds to do whatever she plea--”
Elise raised a hand and buried it in Lenore’s hair, her grip quite strong even after the ambush. “Show, don’t tell, Raven.” she purred. “Or I’ll be even less inclined to mercy when our positions are reverrssssssssssnnnnnggggghhhh!”
Lenore leaned her posted knee against Miss Murder’s crotch, forcing Winterrest to take every bit of her weight while Carpenter’s count headed toward ‘TEN!’ “No need to lie, Elise.” they were nose to nose now, Lemarchand practically drinking in the suffering of this woman who’d hounded her for more than three months. “If we’re as similar as you’d have me believe, then we both know there’s no mercy in the offering.”
Elise’s dark eyes gleamed as she countered the Courtier’s knee with a crushing grip on Lenore’s left breast. “The similarities only go so far, Lenore. The truth is I’m willing to cross lines you didn’t even know exisNNNGGH!”
Lemarchand bounced the Icy Manipulator’s skull a second time, thrust forward with her knee for good measure, then hauled the stunned battler to her feet as the count reached ‘FOURTEEN!’ Not a lot of time left on the clock, yet the Fair & Radiant Maiden appeared in no hurry as she spun Winterrest around and drew her into a snug Waistlock. Gouging the knot of her fists into Elise’s midriff, Lenore walked them both a few steps closer to the ring, then dropped her hips and popped ‘em back in a gorgeous bridge that hurled Elise into the apron spine-first! She shrieked aloud but managed to keep her feet by slamming her elbows into the apron a heartbeat after impact.
It was a show of tenacity and determination Lemarchand would’ve admired if the mere sight of the other woman’s face didn’t make her want to slap it sideways. With the end of the count looming large, Lenore muscled Elise around, helped herself to a second round of trunks ‘n tresses and shoved her under the bottom rope. The Raven followed at once, though she made a point of coming through the strands on her feet, rather than her belly.
Their return to the ring earned a loud roar from the crowd and though Lemarchand was in no mood to slow her attack, she paused it long enough to raise her sigil overhead. It was returned to her a hundredfold (possibly a thousandfold) and the show of support put a smile on Lenore’s face as she bent down and grabbed a double handful of Elise’s disheveled silk shift. The low, dry rrrrrrriiiiip of the cloth widened her smile by degrees, as did Winterrest’s instinctual effort to cover up.
“You’ve made a point of punishing me with the Camel Clutch on each of our previous… let’s call them encounters.” Emily’s Lady in Waiting told her foe once she’d discarded the ruined shift. Presumably this was to serve as a reminder of my loss to Amara on the beach early last summer. If that was your aim, consider it a success, there is however, a problem with this approach.” Winterrest didn’t answer, she was too busy clambering to all fours. Lenore let her, it made for an excellent visual as she stepped over the vulnerable wrestler. Feet planted firm, she rose up on her tiptoes and dropped into a heavy squat thrust that drove the curve of her glutes into Elise’s lower back.
Miss Murder ‘oooofffffh’ed and went down flat on her stomach, making her a comfortable perch when Lemarchand settled down. Sinking her claws into the other brunette’s biceps, Lenore peeled Elise’s upper body off the deck and draped her arms over the Courtier’s thighs. Winterrest finally started to squirm when Lemarchand cupped her chin, but by then it was far too late and she groaned in pain as Lenore pulled back on a surprisingly brawny Camel Clutch. Utterly technical with her delivery (at least for now) the Raven cranked back on Elise’s chin until the newcomer was looking into Lemarchand’s dark, shining eyes. “If you’d like to know where your plan went awry,” Lenore murmured into her rival’s pale, strained features, “I’d suggest you ask our former Eurasian Champion why she paid a FAWN security guard a considerable sum to ‘lose’ half an hour of footage from just outside the sauna last September.”
Winterrest didn’t respond with words, both because she was too furious to form them and because the other brunette’s Chinlock made it impossible. Honed in on the only message she could deliver, the Icy Manipulator crooked her fingers into talons and sloooooooowly raked the outside of her attacker’s thighs over and over again.
Lemarchand grimaced, but made no attempt to shift her position or grip. “You’d have to break the skin to make me move, Ellie.” she chided. “And even then I’d just slide back a little farther.”
Winterrest bared her teeth, smacked the Raven’s gams as best she could, then dug in with a white-knuckled claw grip. Noting the grim cast of Lemarchand’s features, Elise rasped, “I’ll tear you apart piece by piece, raven. Scatter them in the parking lot as food for the AAARRRRRHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!”
Not about to blink in this war of not so subtle cruelties, the Courtier halved her Chinlock, pinched Winterrest’s upper lip between thumb and forefinger and did her best to turn it upside down with a savage twist!
“Off of her face, Lenore! Let go, right now dammit!” Al Carpenter was quick with the order, knowing damned well that leniency on his part could and would be exploited by his charges in the most painful of ways. Lenore let go without complaint, presumably because she immediately claimed Elise’s lower lip and tried to wrench it down below her chin! Miss Murder shrieked aloud, but rather than plead to the zebra she redoubled her efforts to claw eight fresh grooves Lemarchand’s thighs. “Lenore, you don’t let her go I swear to God I’ll tackle you off her. Kent won’t bat an eye, trust me!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden raised both hands at once, leaving Elise’s noggin to hang disheveled and sullen between her knees. “I’m not sure what’s more insulting,” she told Carpenter, “the idea that you think you could take me down, or that I’d whine to Kent about the attempt!”
“He’s only trying to prevent you from doing something you’d regret, sweetness.” Winterrest said with an evil little giggle. “He can see right through this ‘thinking man’s bad girl’ nonsense for the playacting it truly eeerrrrgggghhhhh!”
Lemarchand mashed the other brunette’s cheeks together in a ‘fish face’ and wrenched her head back so Elise was forced to look at Al. “Say thank you, Al.” Lenore purred. “Say thank you for saving my delicate little face.”
Miss Murder growled softly, then reached for Lenore’s controlling hand only to wrench that arm away from the Courtier’s thigh. Halfway to freedom now, she jabbed an elbow into the canvas used it to help her push to all fours (threes). The result of these struggles was a pony ride of sorts, albeit one far more awkward and unpleasant than any summoned by childhood memories. Still, the improved leverage allowed Winterrest to drag their combined weight closer to the ropes. She didn’t stop to question her good fortune until she realized the Raven made no effort to stop her. That was about the time Lemarchand slipped her right hand into the arm-hole of Elise’s one-piece and crushed her right breast with a single long squeeze.
“Let’s make a promise, you and I.” Lenore’s voice was hot and mean in her ear, Elise’s own breath temporarily hitched in her throat. “Let’s promise to make no effort to keep the other from fighting her way to the ropes… with the understanding that every single inch of canvas will be earned through any number of tiny tortures and humiliations.” She took Winterrest’s nub between thumb and forefinger and pinched until the Mainer’s back went rigid. “Do we have a deal?”
Elise stayed quiet as she acclimated herself to this fresh anguish. After several seconds she whispered, “I KNEW you were still in there. Breaking you… it will be an honor.”
Lenore smiled, leaned down and kissed Winterrest’s forehead, a show of tenderness that happened to coincide with another gawdawful pinch. “Better get to the ropes quick, girl. No telling what could happen if you stay here.”
But Elise knew exactly what would happen, which was why she resumed her shuffling journey to the edge of the ring. Ten seconds later she curled her free arm around the bottom rope and said, “I’ve reached the ropes, little bird.”
“And you’ve earned every bit of it.” Lemarchand treated her to a final tweak, then undid her hooks and disengaged without Carpenter having to say a single word. Elise fought off a strong urge to remove herself to the floor for a second time. Ultimately her desire for a reprieve was overwhelmed by an all encompassing need to get back into the very game that she’d proposed, then been shut out of ever since the Raven attacked when her back was turned. Returned to verticality with the aid of the ropes, she smoothed hair back from her face and took a few deep breaths. When she turned to face Lenore, her smile was in place as if it had never left.
“Seems you’re not as domesticated as I had feared.” she told Emily’s Lady in Waiting. “Still, I hope you haven’t used up all that NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand rushed in and THWHUMPED Winterrest across the belly with a Kneelift that doubled her over. Slapping on a Front Facelock as soon as Elise leaned forward, Lenore bore down on her head and muttered, “When are you going to learn to stop whooaaaaahh AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!”
Short of breath or not, it didn’t stop Miss Murder from curling an arm across Lenore’s lower back while the other grabbed hold of her rival’s right knee. Then she dipped down and muscled Lemarchand so high the FAWNatics thought she was going to Back Drop her foe out of the ring. That might have been preferable to her actual plan, which involved swinging the Courtier back the way she’d came and sinking to one knee! The ‘Murderous’ Inverted Atomic Drop more than lived up to the billing as it transformed Lenore from Raven to pigeon in a single THWHUMPING shot!
MURDEROUS INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HeXcK5rKao
Overjoyed by the shock she felt radiating from those wide, dark eyes, Winterrest looked like she meant to say something right up to the moment she flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED Lemarchand flush across the mouth! The Bytch Slap spun Lenore in a half circle and sent her stumbling away from the Maliious Mainer with one hand carefully checking for loosened teeth. Winterrest let her go, or at least get a decent head start, then she broke into a run and buzzed by on the woozy battler’s right. Lenore saw Elise hit the ropes dead ahead and straightened up quick enough to fire off a ‘welcome back’ Haymaker, but the Icy Manipulator dipped under the strike without missing a beat and took her opponent’s back in the blink of an eye.
Threading her right leg over the Raven’s left thigh, Elise wedged that foot against Lenore’s calf in the same second she angled her left leg over the back of Lemarchand’s head. Driving the full weight of her thigh against Lenore’s neck, Winterrest favored the sold out crowd with a taunting smile as she slowly brought her thumbs together and raised a raven of her own into the rafters. Lenore, far more focused on escaping the clutches of the Octopus than whatever slight Winterrest leveled against her, grabbed the suddenly domineering woman’s encroaching foot in her right hand and would’ve pushed it off if Miss Murder hadn’t cupped her own right hand into a claw and ‘smecked’ it between her thighs in a vicious underhanded claw!
“Don’t think I forgot the rules already, pretty bird.” Elise chuckled as she felt the first wave of spasms rack through her adversary. “I won’t stop you from inching your way to the ropes, but in between?” She let loose just long enough to slap-SLAP Lemarchand’s glutes. “This belongs to me.”
Lenore grit her teeth but said nothing, focusing instead on trying to force Elise’s leg off her head with the arm she hadn’t yet immobil--”F*ck.”
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZtEZ7-Axfc
Winterrest reached down with her left hand, laid claim to her rival’s right wrist and pulled the whole arm up behind Lemarchand’s back at an awkward angle. “Now, now, no need for such vulgarities, Lenore.” Elise’s tone was poisoned honey as she pushed down with her left leg while continuing to knead the other woman’s crotch. “After all, this is just a sample of what I have in store for you over the next twenty plus minutes. Of course if the pain is already too much for you to bear…” she trailed off to better emphasize the quiet raaaaaaaaaaaake of her nails across the Raven’s undercarriage, “you’re more than welcome to attempt a verbal submission.”
Effectively down to one good arm (the left) and one good leg (the right) Lemarchand endured her foe’s ministrations with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Waggling a finger to keep Algernon from getting antsy about a check, the tangled Courtier let out a deep breath and dipped as deep as she could without losing her balance. This adjustment did nothing for the Armbar or the Crotch Claw, it did however alleviate some of the pressure on her neck. A bit of squirming told her that she could twist enough to sink her teeth into the meat of Winterrest’s calf. While such a tactic would’ve freed her from the painful knot eventually, she was certain Elise would endure the gnawing long enough to inflict something particularly unpleasant below the waist.
Resigned to her turn at the game, Lemarchand steeled her nerves and made for the ropes in an awkward lurching duck-walk that Winterrest found simultaneously amusing and annoying. “What’s this, no witty repartee? No threats or taunts wrapped in obscure literary references? Not even any screams of pain? You disappoint me, raven.”
Lenore didn’t look up from the small patch of canvas that currently occupied her whole world. “You’re not worth any of those, ElisSSSSSEEERRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Determined to prove her worth to the Courtier in the most galling fashion imaginable, Elise loosened the claw, slipped it under the useless lycra armor and resumed her grip on the brunette’s nethers. “How about now, little bird?” Winterrest cooed as her fingers did their wicked work. “Do I rate some of your infamous banter now?”
“Guuuhhhh… get it while you can, cunt.” Lenore rasped. “In the end I’ll grind the face off your ooooooohhhhhhhhhh faaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhk.”
Elise changed her tactic to something even more intimate, the kind of attack that would’ve buckled the knees of a lesser woman. Biting down on her bottom lip to steady things as best she could. Lemarchand resumed her trudge across the canvas desert, aware of nothing but the pain in her neck and the growing heat in her-- the sight of the ropes in her peripheral vision worked wonders no cold shower ever could. Moving as fast as the Octopus would allow, Lenore finally reached out with her left arm and grabbed the middle strand. “Get the f*ck off me, Elise.” she grunted.
“I would have, alas you moved too fast.” Winterrest answered in a tone of mild pique. “Thankfully our game is far from over. And I’m more than happy to offer a preview of sorts.” Miss Murder extracted her claw, reached around and quickly swiped the damp digits across Lenore’s cheek. Lemarchand hissed like she’d been scalded, just the sort of reaction Elise wanted. Disengaging from the Octopus a half second before Carpenter could start in on his whining, Winterrest SMACKED her opponent’s backside and chided, “Fix your briefs, girl. You look like a whore.”
Lenore straightened up like she’d been electrified and rounded on the Malicious Mainer with a jaw-breaking Haymak--”OOOFFFFHHH!”
Elise booted her in the gut, then wedged the Fair & Radiant Maiden’s noggin under her right arm when she doubled over.
“What the hell, Elise?” Al barked. “She made the ropes, she gets a break!”
Winterrest slipped her hands under Lenore’s biceps and locked ‘em between opposing shoulders in a snug Double Underhook. “Yes, yes she did. However she waived that privilege the instant she tried to whooooAAAANNNNNNGGHHH!”
Using the ropes as her guide, Lemarchand pivoted to the left and plowed forward until Elise BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the corner. “Made the ropes again you no-talent hack.” Lenore grunted. “Now are you going to let me go or do I have to OOOFFFHH!”
Elise slammed a Kneelift into Lenore’s belly and promptly stacked on two more. Damned if the Raven didn’t get low and drive her into the buckles yet again, unfortunately for Lenore Elise was just as tenacious and she held the high ground. Backing Lemarchand out of the corner with another stiff Kneelift, Winterrest sank into a deep crouch and repaid her foe’s German against the apron with her very own Murderous Butterfly! The distance traveled was quite short, but that only meant Lenore was still going full speed when she BWUUUUNGED spine-first into the second turnbuckle.
MURDEROUS BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEw-6vjeH6E
Landing in an ugly sprawl with both legs draped over the middle rope, the suffering superstar didn’t realize that Winterrest was back on her feet until the Icy Manipulator wedged one between her thighs. “AAAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHK YOOOOOUUU!” Lenore couldn’t keep the shrieks contained as Elise took hold of the top rope and boosted herself up to shift even more weight to her stompin’ foot.
“I don’t think you’re up for the challenge right now, dear.” Winterrest giggled. “You won’t be capable of intimacy with anything other than an icepack by the time I’m finished with you.”
Emily’s Lady in Waiting only wailed and continued to push at Elise’s encroaching heel. That left the real work to Al Carpenter, a task he accepted at once. “Get off her, Elise. And back up, right now!”
Winterrest feigned sudden onset deafness so the ref began his count. Lo and behold Miss Murder’s hearing returned at ‘FOUR!’ though the look on her face suggested she didn’t much appreciate Al’s healing word. Circling the center of the ring until Lemarchand managed to bring herself to all fours, Elise went right back in and plunged both hands into the downed wrestler’s battle-damp hair. Lenore grimaced and tried to lock up, alas Elise would have none of it and cut off the effort with a Headbutt to the bridge of the nose Wedging her shoulder into Lemarchand’s tummy when the Raven slumped back, the Icy Manipulator wrapped her arms around her foe’s thighs and boosted her into a slumped seat on the top rope.
“It is as I feared.” Winterrest sighed once she’d climbed to the second rope. “All your earlier fury has been spent and now you’re the same pathetic shell I’ve been dominating at will. The only humane thing to do is put you down… which I shall do from a great height.”
Boos from the crowd might’ve made them feel better about the situation, but they meant shyt all as soon as Elise pulled her prey into a Front Facelock. Hooking a handful of trunks for extra control, Winterrest carefully moved up to the third floor would’ve brought Lenore along for the ride if the Fair & Radiant Maiden hadn’t pounded half a dozen punches into her side. Elise bared her teeth, pulled up Lenore’s togs to remind her who was in control. “Too little, too late, little bird. The fall is the only thing that awaits you HEYNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lemarchand slipped free of the Facelock, leaned back as best she could and THWHUMPED her forehead deep into Winterrest’s tummy. Miss Murder folded up around the blow, yet she didn’t lose her footing. Eager to change that, Lenore hooked her at the knees and jerked forward, sweeping Winterrest’s stems out from underneath! Elise dropped like someone who’d stepped through thin ice on a country pond but the brunette’s descent was cut short by the top rope slamming into her thighs a little above the pits of her knees. Face to face with her tormentor for the first time in what seemed an eternity, Lemarchand cupped Winterrest’s head in her hands and drew even closer. “Poor dear, that looked like a rather nasty fall. Shall I kiss it all better?”
Stunned by the abrupt landing, Elise pushed against the other woman’s shoulders to no noticeable effect. “Kuhhh… keep that filthy little beak away from me, raEEERRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Fair & Radiant Maiden planted a tender kiss on her rival’s lips, prompting a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd. But salaciousness gave way to sympathy when Lenore took Elise’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulled away like she meant to tear it off her face! Luckily for Elise (not to mention the FAWN medical staff) Al Carpenter was already close and he started a count right away. Even then Winterrest suffered until ‘FOUR!’ and any pleasure derived from having her features intact died a quick death when Lemarchand put both hands against her shoulders and pushed.
The result wasn’t quite a textbook Tree of Woe, yet it still kept Elise strung up just fine and that was all Lenore required. Carefully shifting from her seat to a deep crouch, Lemarchand looked down at the inverted battler and said, “FAWN is full of birds, Elise. Blackbirds, Songbirds, Bloodhawks, eagles, mockingbirds and more vultures than you can imagine. But for that amazing aviary there is only ONE Raven and I’m afraid you don’t have the wings to fly at her level.”
Aware that she was in a, let’s just call it a disadvantageous position, Miss Murder didn’t knock any of the brass from her voice when she snarled, “I don’t need to fly, raven. I’m armed with the sling that will bring you hurtling to earth in cloud of feathers and screAAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Lemarchand grabbed the top rope for leverage, then planted the heel of her left foot in Elise’s crotch and rose to her full height. Patently ignoring her wailing rival, Lenore hooked her thumbs together and raised the Raven high overhead. “THINK THIS BYTCH KNOWS WHO SHE’S MESSING WITH?”
The responding roar from those assembled suggested that Elise’s information was improving by the second, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to show her even more. Lenore thought this an excellent idea, so she bounced her planted heel against the fork of Winterrest’s crotch until Elise had almost pulled herself level with the top rope and Carpenter had reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Removing her foot without the slightest bit of theatrics, Lemarchand balanced on the top turnbuckle for all of half a second before she leapt straight up and came down with both feet THWHUMPING Elise’s chest! The impact tore Winterrest loose of the corner and dropped her on the back of her head and shoulders in an ungainly heap.
TREE OF WOE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMjueSTOQno
Lenore’s landing was downright elegant by comparison, a slick little forward roll that took her to mid-ring where she sprang to her feet. By then the crowd was roaring for the Courtier to go for a cover, so Lemarchand hurried back, grabbed Elise by the wrists and draaaaaaaagged her well away from the ropes. Once free of such encumbrances she tossed Elise’s hands aside, swung around and dropped one knee on the brunette’s chest. An arrogant, showy cover to be sure, not that anyone seemed to mind when the joined Carpenter in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elise shoved Lenore loose and rolled onto her side with half a tic to spare.
Lenore didn’t dispute the near fall, in truth she was pleased to let the game continue. “Up.” she buried a hand in Elise’s hair and gave it a rough yank. “I said up. Massage the tread off your junk on your own time.” Winterrest cursed and grabbed at Lemarchand’s wrist but all she got for her troubles was a quick slap and another brisk tug.
“Off the hair, Lenore. Don’t make me--” Turned out Al didn’t have to tell her twice, as Emily’s Lady in Waiting relinquished the hair hold the instant she pounded a Headbutt into the base of Winterrest’s neck. Elise went weak in the knees, might’ve collapsed if the other brunette hadn’t forced her head under the Icy Manipulator’s left arm. Corralling her prey at waist and glute, Lenore muscled Elise onto the point of one shoulder, took a few steps forward and returned one of her foe’s earlier punishments with some cheek-splitting interest.
Forced onto tiptoe by the Atomic Drop, a grimacing Elise tottered toward the ropes in hopes of getting there before-- “OOOWWW DAMMIT, LET GO OF ME YOU HATEFUL EEEEEEERRRGGGGHHHH!” Elise’s call for release descended into so much gnashing anguish as Lenore bore down on the double-fisted underhand grip she’d secured on opposing crotch.
“Don’t tell me you forgot the rules of our game!” Lemarchand was practically purring as she continued to ‘chew’ on Winterrest’s trunks. “I won’t stop you from getting to the ropes, all you have to do is move!” Jaw clenched against the worst of the pain, Elise pulled her right arm in close in preparation of a Back Elbow only to have the Raven almost buckle her knees with another nauseating squeeze. “Go on, Elise.” Lemarchand cooed. “You were so eager to slap my ass when you had me in the Octopus, show me you can take what you dish out.”
Elise managed a few steps forward, paused to steady her nerves, went back up on tiptoe when Lenore tried to crush her center. “Yuuuuhhh…. you better end this now, little girl.” she rasped. “Because if I take a seat on your face you won’t WHOOAAANNGGHH!”
Something in the brunette’s tone must’ve struck a nerve because Lenore dropped her hips and bridged backward to THAWHAM Elise against the mat. Bearing down on the Crotch Claw even as the unorthodox Suplex folded her opponent in half, Lemarchand rolled to her knees and forced Elise to do the same. From there she clambered to boot leather, got low and peeled off her second bridge in less than a minute. That time she pushed onto her toes and put one more white-knuckled constriction through the claw in hopes of keeping Winterrest down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Elise bucked loose, flopped onto her side and promptly curled into a fetal ball with both hands wedged between her thighs. Beside her, Lenore rose to one knee and observed the scene with hands on her hips. “That’s a good look for you. Think the art department could put it on your next tee--” Elise swiped at her, Lenore caught the Mainer’s wrist and tossed it aside.
Suddenly in no mood for jokes, the Raven sidled around to Winterrest’s feet and pulled her to a slumped seat. Taking possession of Elise’s ankles proved no problem, nor was folding them into a cross legged arrangement any more difficult. Bracing a knee atop her foe’s stems, Lenore put her hands against the sides of Elise’s knees and slooooooooowly pressed down until the other woman’s legs were practically flat against the deck.
“Damn you,” Winterrest panted as the Iron Butterfly wrought havoc on her hamstrings and groin. “I’ll rip you apart for nnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Elise’s hands sought Lenore’s eyes until an increase in pressure sent them deep into her own hair to combat the pain.
“The ropes are directly above you dear, if you start moving now you should be able to make it in approximately forty-five seconds, certainly no more than a minute. And Elise?” Lemarchand pressed down on Miss Murder’s knees to make sure she had her nemesis’s attention. “If you even think about going for my eyes or my hair, I’ll use my thumb in ways that would make Miriam Gaiman blush. Do we understand one another?”
Elise sucked in a ragged breath, braced her elbows against the mat and used them to rise to something approximating a seat. Regarding the Raven with wide, hating eyes, she said, “Do your worst.” she ordered. “If you’ve got the nervEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Lemarchand moved her knees forward and out, using them to pin the other brunette’s stems in place. With both hands free, the Courtier traced a nonsense pattern on Winterrest’s inner thighs before securing a double claw less than half an inch removed from the edges of her opponent’s briefs.
Practically choking on the scream lodged in her throat, Elise instinctually reached for Lenore’s hair only for the domineering woman to trace the ball of her right thumb across the faintly limned outline of her foe’s womanhood. “Test me.” Lemarchand murmured. “Go on, Elise. Reach for my hair and find out if I was lying.”
Winterrest didn’t need to reach. She’d seen that look reflected in the mirror more than once, heard that same tone issue from her own lips and she knew Lenore was deadly serious. Exhilarated and enraged by this revelation, Winterrest rose from her elbows to her hands, took a deep breath and started backpedaling to the ropes. Earlier, Lenore predicted a travel time between forty-five seconds and a minute. Credit then the determination of Elise Winterrest, as she made the journey in approximately thirty-eight seconds. Even so it was the longest thirty-eight seconds of Elise’s professional career and it took every bit of her near preternatural resolve not to sob with relief when she wrapped a hand around the bottom rope.
“Excellent effort, little bird.” she murmured between deep breaths. “But sanctuary is mine and honor demands you release me.”
Lenore ended the claws on her opponent’s thighs, but she made no effort to remove her knees. “What do you know of honor, Elise?” she patted Winterrest’s vulnerable undercarriage, then traced it with her thumb a second time. “You’re a heartless savage who lives for the anguish of her opponents. You wouldn’t know honor if it--”
The Icy Manipulator sat up, buried one hand in Lenore’s hair and would’ve raked her eyes with the other if the Raven hadn’t caught her in a greco-roman Knucklelock at the last second. “I honor the rules of our game, if nothing else.” Elise hissed. “And I always keep my promises. For instance, go to my trunks one more time and I promise to grind the nose right off your pretty little face.”
Displaying the same sort of caution seen in one who worked with high voltage wires or ill-tempered rattlesnakes, Algernon Carpenter knelt beside them and said, “How about we stand this up, ladies. I want both of you to unlock your hands, then slide away and slowly get to your feet. Can you do that?”
Lenore nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off Elise. “Of course, Algernon.”
The ref turned to Winterrest. “Elise?”
“How does the old song go? Oh yes, anything you can do, I can do--”
She would’ve said ‘better’ if she hadn’t darted forward and THWUNKED her forehead into Lenore’s right eye! Lemarchand wailed and scrambled / somersaulted backward, the startled Courtier suddenly concerned with her throbbing eye and little else.
A pity, because Winterrest planned to give her more problems than she’d ever “Aaaarrrgghhhh dammit!” Miss Murder clambered to her feet, took a step forward and immediately crumpled backward into the strands as her tormented thighs seized up. “Sadistic twat,” Elise muttered as she sat down on her butt. “I’ll make sure you pay for that.” Of course just how to act on such a threat was the question of the hour and it stymied the Malicious Mainer until her gaze happened across the closest corner. Problem solved in an instant, she hooked an arm over the middle rope and used it to draaaaaaaaaaaag herself into the shadow of the ring-post.
Elsewhere Al Carpenter knelt beside Lenore to better inspect the damage done by Winterrest’s Headbutt. “Can you see ok, Lenore? No spotting, no weird colors?”
Lenore blinked, wiped away the sheen of tears and shook her head ‘no’. “I’m ok, Algernon. Just caught me by surprise is all.” That appeared to settle the issue because she shooed him away and got to her feet. Noting Winterrest still down in the far corner, Lenore took a threatening step forward and called, “Get up, Elise. Right the f*ck now.”
Elise snarled, grabbed the top rope in both hands and pulled herself halfway up before her legs gave out again and she collapsed to her haunches with a sharp yelp of pain. Al started forward at once, but the Fair & Radiant Maiden cut him off. “She’s mine. I owe her for that ‘clean break.’”
Carpenter objected to no avail, Lemarchand was already on top of her adversary and swatting aside the kicks Winterrest sent in her direction. Sidling in close enough to make kicking useless, Lenore leaned down and slapped Elise across the face before filling her hands with the other brunette’s hair. “Should have surrendered before I shredded your legs, baEEERRRHH NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Elise endured the burn in her scalp by jabbing her thumb into the Courtier’s right eye! Lenore reeled back although not nearly far enough to prevent the other brunette from snatching hold of her top. Yanking forward even as she twisted aside, Elise couldn’t help but grin as Lemarchand lost her balance and BWUUUUNGED face-first into the exposed steel of the second turnbuckle. The Raven shuddered hard, grabbed the middle strand and started to push away, but Elise (just returned to boot leather) helped herself to the top rope and hopped up just high enough to drive her shins into the other brunette’s shoulders. Lenore groaned and kept trying to rise, so Winterrest bore down with every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds and leaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was looking up at the lights and Lenore was sputtering like a crippled engine.
Though entirely unaware of the exposed turnbuckle, Al knew rough corner work when he saw it, so he wasted no time in swatting Elise on the shoulder. “Get her off the buckles, Elise! C’mon, right now!” The Icy Manipulator only blew him a kiss, so the ref fired off his count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Elise slid off, grabbed Lenore by the scruff of the neck and dragged her up and around to slap on a quick Front Facelock. Noting a dampness she wasn’t expecting, Winterrest spared a glance at the exposed steel and saw it splattered with red. Spinning away not because she was squeamish but because she didn’t want Carpenter to see it, Elise slung Lemarchand’s near arm over her shoulders, snagged a lotta waistband and powered her all the way to high noon. Knowing the perfect camouflage for her little trick, Winterrest took three quick, tottering steps out of the corner, hardly a full fledged run, but still an impressive head of steam for someone who could barely walk. Then she kicked her feet forward and dropped straight down to SPIKE Lenore’s skull with a vicious Sheerdrop Brainbuster.
SHEERDROP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=reHRGmTVGok
The crowd groaned, then gasped when Lemarchand sat up, one side of her partisan features striped red courtesy of the cut just above her right eye. “Oh my, that’s unfortunate.” Winterrest murmured as she shoved the brunette flat and slid across her chest to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lenore twitched loose of the cradle with a whisper to spare, albeit with none of her usual tenacity or flair. It was then Carpenter noticed the blood. “Jesus,” he pulled a pair of latex gloves from his back pocket and slipped them on. “You ok, Len? Can you see outta that--”
“Buuuhhh… back off Algernon, I’m fine.” Lenore huffed after she’d swatted his hands away. “Gonna take more than an exposed turnbuckle to AAAAARRRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Slinking into place behind her rival, Elise cupped Lemarchand’s chin in one hand and gouged at her cut with the other! Al started the count at once, but Elise kept at it until ‘FOUR!’ and by then the Courtier’s face was a perfect example of Solie’s ‘Crimson Mask’. Scraping Lemarchand off the canvas even as Al threatened her with disqualification, Winterrest drilled a Kneelift into her opponent’s tummy, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and twisted off a quick Arm Wringer. Positioned on the other brunette’s left (and facing the same direction) Elise slung her right leg over Lenore’s exposed left arm and wrapped her right arm around Lemarchand’s skull in a sort of rough Side Headlock. With the Raven secured at wrist and noggin, Miss Murder kicked her right leg forward, then snapped it back and dropped to her knees to THWHONK Lemarchand’s lacerated forehead into the unforgiving canvas.
BLACK SOLSTICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxabxEvrRQ0
Emily’s Lady in Waiting froze like a tent peg for perhaps a second, then went nice and boneless when Elise shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Distressed by the blood for entirely different reasons, the Icy Manipulator sighed, “It appears I’ll have to delay my promise for a while longer. Still, here’s something to remember me by.” She slung a leg over Lenore’s chest and slid into a high, tight Schoolgirl. Delighted by the bleeding features framed in her thighs, Winterrest laid one hand atop the other, hooked her thumbs together and raised a familiar sigil while Carpenter counted off….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell clanged, the FAWNatics jeered and Elise raised her raven a little bit higher when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ELISE WINTERREST!”
The Icy Manipulator settled back, but made no move to leave her perch, not even when Carpenter offered his hand. Dismissing him with a glare, Elise reached down with both hands, cupped Lenore’s breasts and bore down. Those wicked claws raised only the slightest grimace from the Courtier, even when Winterrest twisted her wrists to & ‘fro. Certain the cameras would pick up her every word, Elise pinched Lemarchand’s nipples simply because she could, then leaned forward and slid back until she was stretched atop the other brunette in a full body press.
“The first round goes to me and I have good news and bad news.” she murmured to the bleeding battler. “The good news is that I was wrong and you haven’t gone soft. In truth you’re as quick, sure and vicious as I ever could have hoped. The bad news however, is that for all your viciousness, for all cunning and wicked creativity, you are still just a bird. A creature of feathers and hollow bones whose talons scratch deeply, but inflict no lasting injury.” She paused, hooked her shins against Lenore’s calves and streeeeeeeeeetched her legs until she raised a grimace of pain.
“Tonight I bloodied you.” Elise cooed in Lenore’s ear. “When next we meet, I’ll break you. And should you find a way to pick yourself off the mat one more time, I will see to it that you HUMBLE yourself before the Black Wolf of Winter. That’s my promise to you, little Raven.” Receiving no word from the unconscious lass, Elise pressed a hand to Lenore’s face and shoved it to one side as she finally rose to her full height.
“Leave her alone, Elise.” Al warned as Winterrest stalked a little circle around her prey. “You’ve already done enough.”
“Hardly. I haven’t satisfied the boys at Gladiatrix. So if you’ll excuse me…”
Miss Murder planted a foot on Lenore’s tits and pressed down hard enough to make her groan. Didn’t dislodge the boot though, so Winterrest fluffed her hair, then spread her arms in a wide ‘V’. That satisfied a lot more than just Gladiatrix, none more so than Elise herself, who held the pose until time constraints (and an increasingly displeased Al Carpenter) forced her from the squared circle with Lenore ragged and torn in her wake.