Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 0:35:49 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Magnificent Moll, the Pinstripe Powerhouse, a most Dangerous Dame indeed… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “Repelled an Invasion last month.” ‘Ronnie noted as she nudged the fedora’s brim with the barrel of her barking iron. “Now it looks like I’ve gotta deal with a jailbreak at the nuthouse.” Case set, she leveled the Thompson at the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For tonight‘s sweltering dust-up, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the classic gray & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat. Senior Official Nick Castle approached to take coat and Thompson, but Treymane only offered the former. “Ummmh, I know Lisa’s… a bit different, as of late, but I can’t let you use the pyro on her.” Nick explained. Veronica hoisted it, tucked the stock under one arm. “Don’t worry Shamus. I’m not gonna spray the weirdo with lead or pyro. Just wanna find out if the show of force slows her down even a little bit.” Castle looked dubious, but the question actually intrigued him as well, so he followed ‘Ronnie’s gaze to the stage to see what would happen next.
The Gorgeous Gangster motioned taking out part of the arena’s ceiling with a Tommy Gun when By Sanctum’s ‘Fifth Dimension’ coursed through the speakers, a haunting tableau the FAWNatics now understand meant a most disturbing Dream was about to befall them.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream appeared, realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World, wondering if she can dismantle two Destroyer class fighters back to back, following up her malpractice on Dr. Blassenville with a shootout win against the Magnificent Moll.
‘RED’ LISA:
While the face and frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks, and the half-dozen, red ‘tear streaks’ leading from the lower lid of Lisa’s eyes to mid-cheek remain stirring and frightening.
The FAWNatics remained unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands and bite ears off.
Dream headed down the ramp, her head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a murderous glint in her dark pools. One man dared speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, tying to tear at him until some late arriving FAWN security pulled her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the six and a half-footers, Dream freeing herself as she reaches the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and entered. She throws herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling gibberish.
It’s Lisa’s turn to pump imaginary bullets into the sky, her weaponry of choice apparently a pair of six shooters. Unloading her ‘guns’, she kipped to her feet and put them in imaginary holsters while grinning maniacally at the Dangerous Dame.
The Dream’s attire is a skin-tight sheath of cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low and showing plenty of her alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached to ivory boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream suddenly clenched her fists and pounded her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, suddenly unaware of Treymane as she backed in a daze to her corner. There’s no formerly customary microphone in her clutches tonight and it seemed no significant loss, as it’s unclear she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
As her music faded, her hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Announcer declares the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“And her opponent…from New York, New York…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds… the Perfect Nightmare… RED LISA!“
The Ultimate Image turned and SLAMMED her forehead into the top buckle a half dozen times before spinning back to Veronica then gave her left cheek a wicked echoing slap.
“YOU’RE NOT PERFECT!” she screamed at a perplexed but composed Veronica.
When the bell rang, Lisa seemed confused. Unsure what the sound signified. Veronica on the other hand beat feet along the ropes as soon as the bell CLANGED. She’d studied enough of ‘Red Lisa’s’ tape in the last four weeks to know she didn’t want to be caught in the corner for one of the maniac’s early blitzkrieg assaults. Turned out to be a fortuitous decision because the former World Champion (or whatever remained thereof) came screaming off the buckles and ‘thumped’ a high knee into the top turnbuckle Treymane had occupied no less than two seconds prior!
“Need to be faster than that, Daisy.” Veronica’s hands were up but she was still creating space, forcing the brunette to come to her. “Otherwise I’ll have you back in a straightjacket before you know what--”
The Dream shot in low looking for Treymane’s knees, but ‘Ronnie thrust her hips back and hooked an arm around Lisa’s exposed noggin. Hands locked tight against her foe’s cheek, the Dangerous Dame dropped to one knee and yoked up on the Facelock in an effort to blunt the worst of Lisa’s aggression. A good idea in theory and the definition in Treymane’s shoulders, biceps and forearms confirmed the power she brought to bear, but The Dream reacted like a wildcat with its head caught in a trap, just whipping her body from side to side while simultaneously scoring her captor’s arms, thighs and flanks with a flurry of vicious swipes.
Grimacing as Lisa tried to add a new shade of red to her nails, Veronica halved the Front Facelock so she could pump a few heavy left hands into the other woman’s ribs. “Get a hold of yourself, Daisy.” the blonde grunted. “Unless you want to be treated like a mad dog instead of a former World ChampOOOOWWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Lisa’s hands found Treymane’s backside, raked from south to north, then grabbed a double fistful of pinstriped briefs and raised them by several inches! No warning shot from the Neo-Noir Knockout, she drew back her balled left hand and THWHAPPED a single vile shot into Red Lisa’s liver. Dream wailed, a nearly electric jolt passing through her frame in the wake of the heavy body shot.
Didn’t stop her entirely of course, not even one of ‘Ronnie’s hooks could accomplish what the Thorazine could not, yet Lisa was noticeably more docile when Treymane grabbed the near arm and draped it over the back of her neck. From there she helped herself to The Dream’s leather waistband and got to her feet, though Lisa herself was still on both knees after the Hook. This arrangement didn’t seem to bother Veronica in the slightest. Sinking into a deep crouch / squat, the Pinstripe Powerhouse let out a soft grunt as she muscled Lisa from six to midnight, Dream’s leather-sheathed legs fluttering as Treymane held her overhead just long enough for the crowd to appreciate it. Then she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lisa’s full length into the deck courtesy a huge Deadlift Vertical Suplex.
DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_ovm0YnAm8
Lisa’s landing made the ring shiver but the Gorgeous Gangster didn’t even consider a pin. Instead she got up and backed into the ropes on Dream’s right. Bouncing out in a quick sprint, Veronica waited ‘til she was almost on top of The Dream before busting out a vertical leap that ultimately deposited the back of her right thigh across Lisa’s chest. Lisa jolted, rolled onto her stomach to protect against a cover that never came.
“Shock trauma doesn’t seem to be helping your condition in the slightest.” Treymane noted as she climbed into a straddle of The Dream’s upper thighs. “So maybe something a bit more measured will get you back to your old, if not better, self.”
“Nuuuhhh… not better.” Lisa grunted as she put her hands against the mat and pushed up. “Perfect. I’m perfecUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane leaned in, cinched her arms around Lisa’s flawless abdominals and squeezed like the former World Champion was nothing more than a perfect tube of toothpaste. “You’re damaged goods, Daisy.” Veronica muttered as Dream pulled and scraped at her forearms. “You need help. From a REAL doctor this time.”
Noting the pain etched on the brunette’s face, Nick Castle hunkered over the action and asked, “How you doing, Lisa? Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Lisa almost shouted. “No doctors! No zebras! No tapping out!”
With one hand braced against the mat, she reached back with her other hand and snatched hold of Treymane’s long locks. The resultant pull sent a vile burn through ‘Ronnie’s scalp, but she knew Castle would enforce the rules so she continued to squeeeeeeeeeze and ‘FOUR!’ seconds later she was free. Releasing the hug when Lisa gave her hair back, the Pinstripe Powerhouse shoved her opponent down flat on the mat, leaving The Dream vulnerable for a trifecta of Forearm Smashes pounded against the small of her back.
Lisa snarled her displeasure, rose up on both hands and started dragging her way out from underne-- Veronica caught the Bear Hug again, pushed forward and down to trap Lisa between the canvas and her smothering frame. Careful to keep a cheek pressed between The Dream’s shoulders, Treymane worked her vise-like coil and muttered, “You need to calm down, Daisy. Calm down or I’ll put you to sleep.”
“Better than calm.” Lisa’s answer was a soft, furious growl. “I’m Lisa Dream, stupiddeerrrrrrgggghhhhhh!”
Veronica squeezed even harder, forcing Lisa to throw both arms over the back of her head to muffle the loudest of her groans. Didn’t submit though. In fact she braced her elbows against the mat and started to drag their combined weight toward the nearest set of strands.
Treymane kept a careful eye on her foe’s progress, but she made no effort to thwart it. After all, a Bear Hug wasn’t going to win her a match in the first three minutes, but she planned to keep going back to it until she’d crushed the worst of the crazy from the woman they called Red Lisa.
Blessedly oblivious to these decidedly un-Dreamy plans, Lisa continued to inch her way along until she grabbed hold of the bottom strand. But instead of demanding a release she doubled down on the rope grip, draaaaaaaaaagged herself forward and sank her teeth into the rubber-coated steel!
That was more than enough for Nick, who tapped Veronica on the shoulder. “She’s in the ropes, ‘Ronnie. Break the hold.”
Treymane released the Hug slowly, rose to one knee, then stood up and cleared off by a few steps. “She’s not IN the ropes, Shamus.” the Gorgeous Gangster corrected. “She’s EATING the ropNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A resurgent Lisa stuffed a quick Back Kick into ‘Ronnie’s tummy forcing her to cede several more steps, steps The Dream immediately claimed as her own with a headlong charge at the surprised blonde. Practically throwing herself at the taller woman, Lisa snaked her left arm around the back of Veronica’s noggin to hold it in place for the barrage of punches unleashed upon her forehead! They were closed fist of course, no one as perfect (or insane) as Red Lisa could be bothered with the niceties of the open hand rule.
“Hey, watch those fists, Lisa! C’mon now, open your hand!”
The words were barely out of Castle’s mouth when Veronica wrapped her arms around The Dream’s midsection and forced her onto tiptoe with another constricting Bear Hug! “Get a hold of yourself, Daisy.” Treymane barked over Lisa’s surprised groans.
“Nuuuuhhh…. not Daisy!” the brunette tugged at Veronica’s hair to emphasize her denial. “I’M LISA DREAM, STUPOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane didn’t just squeeze harder, she shook the Personification of Perfection like a rag-doll. “And I’m Veronica Treymane.” the blonde chided. “What’re you going to do about AAARRRRRRHHH!”
Lisa snaked her arms around ‘Ronnie’s head, not for a counter smother but to hold her noggin in place while she sank her teeth into opposing forehead!
It wasn’t a question most people want answered by this imbalanced version of The Dream and Treymane quickly found out why, Lisa gnawing away on her pate. Ronnie released her embrace and shoved the teeth-baring brunette away.
A grinning Dream ran her tongue over her upper row of pearlies then back across her lower ruby lip. She hadn’t quite broken skin on Ronnie but apparently enjoyed the taste of the Dangerous Dame nonetheless.
Castle scolded the wild-eyed Ultimate Image but it’s clear Lisa wore psychosis-induced ear muffs and wasn’t hearing or at least understanding the official. What she seemed to realize was that she wanted another piece of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, perhaps something bite-sized.
Dream raced toward a wincing Veronica, the blonde checking her dome for any leakage with the back of her hand. Treymane didn’t seem to acknowledge the approaching lunatic, Red Lisa looking like a feral cat, rosy-tipped nails drawn. But at the last second, she raised a big boot and PLOWED it into The Dream’s flawless features, decking her charging foe, the back of Lisa’s head clunking off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sedated by the dual impacts to her skull, Lisa stared blankly at the rafters then at Ronnie’s face. Treymane hovered over her foe, looking down at the mental mess.
“Another cut Daisy,” Veronica informed. “Psycho or no.”
The Destroyer-class blonde shoveled the slender Dream to her chest with a boot and dropped to a cross-body position perpendicular to Lisa’s spine. She scissored Dream’s right arm and slipped his torso under the left to wrench back with her Noirevoir.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
The crowd immediately perked as Lisa shot back to coherence and an agonizing version of it at that. The Dream howled in pain as her limbs were secured and the bigger blonde wrenches back on the legend’s spinal column while also threatening to take Lisa’s left arm out of its socket.
“Surrender Daisy,” Treymane demanded loudly.
From the anguished squeals and screams, it seemed inevitable Lisa could do nothing else, but through the long seconds and through Castle’s pleas, she continued to refuse. Finally deciding Red Lisa wouldn’t be able to overcome her irrationality and give up, Veronica released her hold on the former mental patient, rose to her haunches and looked on in concern, shaking her head at the burbling Dream.
“Are you gonna stop this?” she asked Nick.
“You know Bethany won’t have that,” Castle responded and he motioned toward Lisa, who was gamely pushing to all fours, apparently ready to soldier on.
Treymane shook her head and regained her feet next to The Dream. The blonde waited patiently as the Personification of Perfection slowly rose, reaching her feet but remaining hunched.
‘Ronnie grabbed Lisa’s left arm and flung it between the brunette’s thighs, snatching it at the wrist on the back side. Swinging her free arm over Lisa’s back and scooping it under and around The Dream’s right arm, Veronica secured the perfect Pumphandle. As the Pinstripe Powerhouse took an extra breath in anticipation of heaving the brunette into the jet stream, Lisa groaned out a sickly “I’m Lisa Dream and…”
Veronica didn’t wait for the punchline of what was becoming a sad joke, vaulting Lisa into the air, holding her horizontal at shoulder-level for an instant and DROPPING her backbone to bended knee with the Journey Into Fear.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy, sure several of Lisa’s vertebrae had been displaced. Dream weakly rolled from the plank of Ronnie’s upper leg, ending in a red puddle in front of the genuflecting Treymane. Veronica held her arms high in a wide ‘V’, as if to indicate the devil in red made her do it. There’s no sign the fans think any different, seemingly understanding this was the only way Red Lisa would go…on a stretcher.
The Dangerous Dame dropped to all fours and roughly rolled the moaning, motionless Lisa to her back then plopped her frame atop the broken body of The Dream for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa shoved a shoulder up with Nick’s palm a few inches above the canvas. He held two fingers aloft and Ronnie looked pained this destruction had to continue.
She hauled a rubbery Dream to her feet, wedging the back of Lisa’s head against her tummy as she underhooked each of Lisa’s arms in turn, ready to end The Dream for good with a Daisy Cutter.
But as Veronica started to rotate to the right in preparation for the big swing-through to her left, Lisa shook free of the grip and raked a set of nails across the dark peepers of the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
It’s the blonde’s turn to shriek in pain, turning and stumbling away, blinded by the claws of the crazy. Lisa raced in from behind, snatching the stooped skull of the sightless Treymane, immediately launching into a Bulldog that PLANTED Veronica’s mug to the mat. The impact spun the Neo-Noir Knockout to her back and an energized and frothing Lisa scrambled to her feet, delivering a stomp to Ronnie’s abs as she stepped atop her foe on the way to the far ropes.
Dream rebounded and sprinted at the splayed Treymane. She skipped over, her boots landing on the middle rope while she snatches the top cable with both hands. Using the springy strands as a springboard, Lisa gracefully, particularly so for a lunatic, back-flipped into the dreamiest of Dreamysaults, Lisa’s abs SLAMMING down across the open tummy of the bigger blonde. A bug-eyed Ronnie jackknifed under the impact of the Ultimate Image.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Nostrils flaring, dark eyes darting, palms clenching and unclenching in the air in front of her, the kneeling Dream passed on a pin, seemingly unaware she might win the match if she only did so. Instead, she sank her nails into the scalp of the Pinstripe Powerhouse and ripped the wobbling Treymane to her feet as she rose.
Dream delivered a delving Toe Kick into the blonde’s belly, doubling Veronica over and Red Lisa tugged the lowered cranium between her alabaster stems, clamping down with a Scissors. Snatching the leg holes of Ronnie’s trunks, the gibberish-sputtering Dream RIPPED them toward her, gifting Veronica with a thong version of her previous gear, most of the material wedged DEEP between her foe’s ivory-skinned backside. With plenty of room for landing her paddles on the muscular cheeks of the Neo-Noir Knockout, Lisa shouted to the back row.
“I’M LISA DREAM. AND I’M FUCKING PERFECT!”
With the truth duly noted by all in attendance, including a squirming ‘Ronnie, Lisa swatted her slightly curved palms into meaty derriere with abandon not bothering how musical her Bittersweet Symphony sounded on this night. Instead only seeming to wonder how quickly she could turn Veronica’s ass the same hue as her leather.
The spankity-spankity-spank-spank-spank of palm on tush lacked the sophisticated rhythms Lisa produced prior to her institutionalization but her enthusiasm remained undiminished, in fact it may have increased, judging by the maniacal gleam in her eyes. Switching over to a gaudy series of stereo swats as she blazed toward a butt-blistering finale, The Dream SLAPPED her hands down one more time, then curled them into claws to raaaaaaaaaake ‘Ronnie’s reddened backside south to nor--
“WHOOAAHHNNNGHH!” An abrupt, discordant end to the night’s percussion because an infuriated Treymane braced her hands against Lisa’s thighs and straightened up fast enough to flip the former World Champion up over and down to the deck with an improvised Back Body Drop!
Crumpling to one knee after the abrupt escape, Veronica raked a hand through her hair, then stood up and ‘rounded on the Waking Nightmare. Hands briefly occupied with the realignment of her distended togs, Treymane threatened, “Try that again Daisy and they’ll have to up the dose of your painkillers along with the antipsychoticNNNNNNNGGHH!”
Lisa exploded off one knee in a sort of low-flying tackle that buried a shoulder in the blonde’s gut without actually taking Veronica off her feet. Continuing to plow forward as the Dangerous Dame folded around her encroaching shoulder, The Dream brought both ladies to the ropes and very likely would’ve barreled on through to the floor if ‘Ronnie hadn’t hooked an arm around the middle strand to keep her perched on the apron. “Ropes!” Treymane called even as Lisa continued to claw at her head and shoulders. “In the ropes, Castle! Back her OOFFFFHHH!”
Keeping Veronica doubled over with a couple fistfuls of hair, Lisa stepped in and swung her hips hard, just THWUMPING the slim curve of her glutes against the side of her opponent’s skull! Her anchoring grip all but demolished by the Dreamy Hip Check, Treymane couldn’t stop Lisa from securing a Front Facelock, which she used to draw the taller wrestler back into the squared circle. “Perfect.” Lisa muttered once she’d slung the Dangerous Dame’s near arm across her shoulders. “Perfectperfectperfectperfectperfect.”
With Treymane far removed from the meddling security of the strands, Lisa caught a handful of her opponent’s waistband and hauled her up for a quick Vertical Suplex that THWHUMPED ‘Ronnie against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Lisa landed flat with her hooks still in place, so no one was really surprised when she kicked her legs up, rolled over onto her stomach then dragged the both of ‘em to verticality for a second Vertical Suplex. And because bad things came in threes, Lisa did it all over again, though this time she trapped Treymane’s left leg in a tight standing Cradle before she returned the big blonde to the canvas with her Ode to Perfection. Hands locked tight to keep Veronica trapped like the Wannadream she was, Lisa went up on tiptoe while Castle and the FAWNatics rattled off…
ROLLING SUPLEXES & ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
ONE…
TWO…
Treymane SLAPPED an open-handed swat atop The Dream’s straining abs to break the bridge with a full second to spare. “Unacceptable!” Lisa barked, that single word sounding remarkably cogent amidst the steady stream of hisses and growls on either side.
Eager to share her latest insights with the faltering fatale, the Cracked Image of Human Perfection filled her hands with ‘Ronnie’s hair and pulled her into another Front Facelock while Treymane was still on one knee. This proved to be a minor inconvenience at most, as Lisa once again hooked her prey’s leg (the right this time) and tugged her onto her remaining foot before she continued all the way to high noon. The collective ‘ooohhh’ for this show of strength from the gamine legend curdled to sympathetic anguish for the Neo-Noir Knockout when Lisa laid out flat to THWHAM Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders as latest victim to the Ode to Perfection, Verse Two.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C3Msd_bqRo
Treymane tumbled onto her side, dark eyes shiny and glazed in the aftermath of the callous head-drop. She was still blinking her way through that deep stupor when The Dream dragged her onto her back and pressed down atop her chest in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Treymane powered to a seat and shoved Lisa clear to keep the battle going for at least three more seconds. Woozy after her exposure to such dangerous levels of perfection, Veronica clambered to one knee and “NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lisa caught her with a short knee to the side of the head that sent the former World Champion sprawling onto her belly. Acting with an intensity and immediacy she’d often lacked in the more ‘reasonable’ phase of her career, The Dream snatched hold of ‘Ronnie’s left ankle, lifted her lower leg off the mat and deftly threaded her own right leg around the exposed limb as she threw herself down on the blonde’s back. Ankles crossed as soon as she touched down, Lisa wrapped her right arm around Veronica’s neck and clasped her hands tight to complete a STF that was as Dreamy as it was agonizing.
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbICk8vI9FA
“PERRRRRFEECT!” Lisa screamed over the grunts and groans of her scrabbling opposition. “I’M PERFECT AND YOU’RE NOT! PERFECT! PERFECT! PERFECT!”
Nick Castle noted this but offered no reply, he was focused on Veronica, who was herself focused on pulling on her own hair to spread the pain of the body-wrenching hold. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” he asked. “Need to call it a night?”
“Thuuuhh… this early?” the trapped blonde grunted. “Not a chance, Shamus. Now get outta the way.”
The Senior Official did as bade, providing Treymane a clear path to the ropes even though they were several feet away. Teeth grinding as Red Lisa tried to tie her in new and interesting knots, the Gorgeous Gangster dug her fingers into the mat and began to draaaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the strands. Lisa noted this and wasn’t pleased because she began to shake her head ‘no, no, no’ even though she never stopped muttering ‘perfect’.” Treymane didn’t give a damn what The Dream thought, she lowered her head and kept slogging forward until she felt her fingers brush the rubber-coated steel. A final lunge earned her a strong grip on the lifeline and she shouted, “BREAK! BRENNNGGHH!”
Lisa broke the Facelock so she could administer a flurry of Hammer Fists to the back of her opponent’s skull! This earned an immediate remonstration from Castle, unfortunately for Treymane her tormentor ignored it long enough to peel her off the mat and march her out into the center. “Perfect!” Lisa slapped Veronica’s mouth to emphasize the point, then cinched on another Front Facelock. “I’m perfWHOOAAANNNGGHHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted free of her attacker’s grasp, went down low and threaded her legs through Lisa’s to put the startled brunette on her belly with a quick Drop Toe Hold. Dream’s forehead bounced against the canvas but she immediately dismissed it as a minor inconvenience because Veronica had trapped her lower left leg between the Dame’s dangerous thighs! Positioned off to the maniac’s left, Treymane stretched out on Lisa’s exposed back for a STF of her own, but where The Dream chose a more traditional Sleeper grip, ‘Ronnie crisscrossed her forearms behind Lisa’s skull so she could lock her hands in an S-Grip across her rival’s chin. Cravate secured, Veronica CRAAAAANKED back to put hellacious torque on the smaller woman’s neck!
MOLL-IFIER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3mOXwzVv2s
“AAAAAAARRRRHHHH!” Lisa shrieked in anguish as Treymane confined her in a way the straightjacket never could.
“Go on, Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout grunted as she dragged her hands back and forth over Lisa’s defenseless nose. “Tell the man you tap out before you pass out!”
The Dream might have shaken her head if she were physically able but Treymane’s cruel grip made that a no go. And she couldn’t choke out a verbal ‘no’ to Castle either. If she could manage anything it would be to tap and considering the fierce determination in Veronica’s face and her grip, it’s likely a sane Lisa would have. Not sane, Red Lisa dug her ruby-tipped nails into the deck and dragged herself and her rider toward the ropes, mewling but defiant in her locomotion.
Reaching the cables after a dozen seconds of hell, The Dream wrapped a palm around the bottom rope having survived another torture chamber of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s creation.
Nick called for the break and the bigger blonde wasn’t quick to give up her submission, rolling off at ‘FOUR’ and rising to her feet. Treymane bobbed in place, fists raised a few feet from a slowly rising Lisa, Dream using the cables to climb to vertical.
Crazy was crazy. But pain was pain. And Lisa didn’t look eager to move out of the ropes any time soon. So much so Castle started to count and Treymane superseded him, pushing past Nick and claiming the slender brunette by the noggin. She tossed Lisa into the corner from short range, Dream hurtling into the buckles chest-first, banging to an abrupt halt, her lithe frame clearly rocked.
Still Lisa started to climb almost immediately, not caring what’s going on behind her. She reached a wobbly stance on the top ropes and began to turn toward her target when the Dangerous Dame arrived. Veronica plucked Lisa off her perch, the blonde having climbed to the middle ropes, pulling The Dream atop her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Instantly, Lisa banged a couple sharp elbows into Ronnie’s temple but the Neo-Noir Knockout fought through the pounding, solidifying her control, then letting gravity take its course as she laid out, BANGING Dream to the deck with a ring-rattling Avalanche Samoan Drop.
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxZx2hutp84
The crushing impact drew groans from the crowd. Lisa’s a bug on a windshield, splayed beneath the reclining Treymane, Veronica’s back heavy atop Lisa’s gulping tummy, the Ultimate Image’s four limbs pointing to each corner as Castle slapped out the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It wasn’t the most textbook pin but when Lisa pushed up a shoulder a few inches before Castle could finish, it caught the blonde by surprise. She looked over her shoulder at the wriggling Dream.
“You don’t know when to die, Daisy. But I’ll show you. I’ve got bigger plans than playing with a moll who’s lost her marbles.”
Veronica spun to vertical and sank her fingers into the shoulder-length locks of the Ultimate Image. She drew the ragdoll up and scooped an arm between the rubbery legs of Lisa. With relative ease, the blonde Destroyer popped Dream up across her shoulders again, ready to give Dream the Hard Goodbye.
But before Treymane could launch Lisa for the painful farewell from consciousness, The Dream’s elbow worked like a piston, slamming into the skull of her foe. The rapid-fire proved too much, the Gorgeous Gangster giving up her grip, Dream sliding down to earth behind her.
Immediately on touching ground, Lisa savagely drove a boot into the pit of Veronica’s left knee, forcing the Pinstripe Powerhouse to genuflect in front of her. The Luscious One pirouetted into a Spin Kick to the back of the blonde’s skull, sending Treymane lurching forward, but stopping from face-planting as she planted palms to end on all fours.
Still in a daze from the concussive kick, ‘Ronnie seemed frozen and Lisa used the opportunity to widen her foe’s legs then drop to Veronica’s side. Sweeping her right hand in from the side with an underhand swipe, a shrieking Red Lisa split Ronnie’s wickets and DROVE her digits into Treymane’s sweet spot. The Dream’s Crotch Claw dug in deep and gnawed away, Veronica’s body tensing from the throbbing anguish emanating below, her face etched in pain.
On the other hand, Lisa was giggling deliriously.
“I’ve got marbles,” she snickered while manically squeezing the goods in her palm. Clenching tight. “Got all of them. PERFECT marbles.”
Veronica howled in pain, not about to say ‘boo’ at the moment.
Forcing through the agony, the bigger blonde was able twist out of Red Lisa’s vile grasp, ending on her ass, using her legs to parry a risen Dream. Lisa had her claws bared, ready to rip into another tender portion of her foe’s frame.
Veronica managed to keep the increasingly frustrated and frothing Lisa at bay, wincing as she pumped her lower limbs at the lurking Dream. She finally found a hole between the grasping hands of The Dream, thrusting a boot into Lisa’s tummy, doubling the Ultimate Image over, Lisa bug-eyed.
Using the opening, Veronica pushed to her feet, still aching from the number The Dream been playing on her kitty but determined to regain control. She cupped Lisa’s chin in a palm and raised it to start her Drive by Night flurry with a lashing right cross. But when the hammer blow came, Lisa blocked it with a forearm and returned fire with a punt to the pussy that doubled down on her previous untoward attacks of the Gangster’s womanhood.
A soft ‘eeep’ escaped the quivering lips of the blonde as ‘Ronnie doubled over, eyes watering, hands buried between her thighs.
“You are so dead, DaisUHH.”
Veronica’s interrupted by a rebounding Dream, Lisa launching herself out of the ropes, roaring in from the side and absolutely THUMPING the back of Treymane’s skull with her vaunted Dreamsicle.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
The FAWNatics offer a throaty ‘WOAHHHH” as Lisa leveled the Dangerous Dame, Veronica’s face leading the way to the canvas, making the maneuver doubly devastating. ‘Ronnie absently flopped to her back in a spreadeagle, the crowd realizing there’ll be a party in Orlando General’s rubber rooms tonight when Red Lisa found enough of her faculties to drop her body across that of the demolished Veronica for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Treymane planted both feet flat and bridged up, forcing Lisa to tumble from her perch with little more than a whisper to spare. Surprisingly clear-eyed in the aftermath of the near fall, FAWN’s Walking Nightmare plunged both hands into ‘Ronnie’s hair and peeled her off the mat with a spirited series of tugs and yanks. Paying absolutely no attention to Castle’s warning about the hair-hold, The Dream kept it locked in tight until she twisted around on one foot, putting her back-to-chest with the woozy blonde. Then she reached over her right shoulder with both hands, lacing her fingers across the back of Treymane’s skull in a Three Quarters Facelock.
Roars of concern from those assembled when the former World Champion kicked her right leg forward and brought it ‘whicking’ back to--DREAM DENIED!
Instincts screaming to life as doom closed in, the Gorgeous Gangster braced both hands against Lisa’s upper back and sent her racing toward the strands before crumpling to one knee. Psychoses be damned, The Dream looked sure-footed as ever as she bounced into the ropes and sped back to her wounded opposition. Noting ‘Ronnie most imperfect penance, Lisa brought her right arm ‘n over, presumably for second serving of Dreamsic-‘OOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
Treymane ‘smecked’ both hands against the brunette’s trim tummy and sent her up into the lights with a gorgeous freefall takeoff. Arms wind-milling wildly, Lisa adjusted near the apex to assure an unquestionably perfect dismouTHUMP! Veronica palms her hips in both hands and pulled Lisa into a crotch-first landing atop the post of her left thigh!
POP-UP ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqvLOwOy1U
Jaw dropped, eyes popped wide, The Dream could only waddle in place with both hands wedged between her thighs. She voiced a protesting ‘eep’ when Veronica snatched a double handful of hair, though this was mostly snuffed the instant Treymane reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Don’t you DARE complain, Daisy. Not after you put out a damned Hit on my trunks.” The Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted Lisa’s tush because she could, cinched a Waistlock around her prey’s midsection and spun The Dream onto her shoulders.
“Nonononononono!” Lisa burbled, the movement of her head matching that single word. “CantcantcantImLisaDreamstupNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica PLANTED Lisa on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Powerbomb she immediately transitioned into a snug Matchbook, the big blonde’s shoulders wedged against the pits of Lisa’s knees to keep her folded in half through a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa didn’t so much kick out as she did ooze out, the leather-sheathed psychopath slopping from her shoulders to her stomach to keep those demented red dreams alive for another three seconds. Sighing, Treymane sat back on her haunches and ran one hand through her hair. “I don’t think you’re faking it to avoid a sentence, Daisy.” she opined to the semi-sedated Dream. “But I do think you’re a helluva lot more aware than you let on.”
No answer from the brunette, so ‘Ronnie cupped her ears and hauled her up just to catch a Wristlock which in turn powered the Irish Whip that sent The Dream to the other side of the squared circle. Whipping around as soon as Lisa left her grasp, Treymane hit the ropes and bounced out just as Lisa left her feet for a headlong dive that saw her head go under the top rope while her arms went over it. There was a low ‘twang’ as her shoulders connected with the rubber-coated steel, then she bounced out, twisted around and went screaming at THWHACK! Treymane spun a full circle on her left heel, hopped off it and slammed a massive bolt of Chicago Lightning across The Dream’s unsuspecting jaw!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-aSSQDg0zk
Turned inside out well before she hit the deck, Lisa landed a smoldering ruin, the former World Champion not even twitching when ‘Ronnie shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Castle drew back at the last second not because Lisa got a shoulder off the mat, but because she’d grabbed the bottom rope in a loose albeit undeniable grip! Sighing in frustration, Treymane pushed to one knee, then reached down to grab hold’a The Dream’s-- Lisa slithered out of her grasp, the leather-clad battler sidling out beneath the bottom rope for a much needed breather on the floNOT JUST YET!
Veronica caught the retreating Dream by her ankles, stood up and began to drag her back into the squared circle. Wide-eyed with a peculiar mix of fury and terror, the Shattered Image of Human Perfection scrabbled for the apron and the ropes before managing to hook her questing fingers beneath the edge of the canvas itself. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” the Gorgeous Gangster huffed as she tried to prize Lisa away from her refuge. “I can’t issue a Day Pass until you’ve been properly tranquiliz--”
There was a sudden dry RRRRRRRRRIP and ‘Ronnie gained several steps with neither she nor Lisa relinquishing their respective grips. Indeed it was the canvas itself that had given way, the material peeling back in a loose wave to expose the mellow bones of the plywood beneath. Deciding then and there that Lisa could hold on for dear life if she wanted it that damned bad, Treymane tossed the brunette’s legs aside, circled around and laid out perpendicular to her prey to THWHUMP an Elbow Drop across the nape of The Dream’s neck.
That finally loosened Lisa’s claws enough for Veronica to haul her up, which the blonde did with a double fistful of hair. Catching Dream under the arms as soon as she was vertical, Treymane tossed her into the corner with the exposed floor, then whipped around and ran maybe half a dozen steps before reversing course for a short, brutal Avalanche Splash that positively buried Red Lisa beneath a hundred and thirty plus pounds of Destroyer-class blonde.
The Dream ‘OOOOOOFFFFFFH’ed in gut-shot torment yet managed to remain vertical because she hooked an arm over the top rope. This suited Treymane just fine, as she’d already mounted the second strand, all the better to give her Daisy a faceful of gulping tummy. Left hand buried in Lisa’s dark locks, ‘Ronnie wrenched The Dream’s head back and unloaded onto her forehead, the punches coming so quickly it was hard for the FAWNatics to keep pace.
‘ONE!TWO!THREE!FOUR!FIVE!SIX!SEVEN!EIG-’
“OOOOOOWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAHP!”
Lisa reached up, caught Veronica’s punchin’ hand at the wrist and held it in place long enough to sink her teeth deep into the blonde’s thumb! Abandoning the hair hold to slap and smash at the side of her attacker’s noggin, Veronica landed half a dozen hard shots en route to wresting her mitt free of those nightmarish ja-- Lisa slipped out between her foe’s parted stems to lay claim to her six, a position she exploited by THUMPING a gaudy Uppercut between the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s thighs!
Veronica gaped, almost gagged, then doubled over despite the rather vulnerable position. This proved a costly error, as it allowed The Dream to snag her ankles and tug, ‘Ronnie tumbling down into an unprotected skull on turnbuckle collision. The BWUUUNG sounded like a gong and felt like a piston, but damned if Treymane didn’t keep her footing after the whiplash-inducing impact. Only vaguely aware that the mat beneath her feet didn’t feel quite right, ‘Ronnie listed to the right and would’ve reached the ropes if Lisa hadn’t caught her by the shoulder.
No steadying gesture this, The Dream whirled the blonde in a half circle and did the same herself, Lisa reaching back over her right shoulder to catch the Three Quarters Facelock again. Already on their feet, the sold-out crowd shouted for ‘Ronnie to shove her way out again, but the Day Dreamer was difficult enough to deny once, let alone twice and when Lisa’s right leg scythed forward and back the Neo-Noir Knockout went forward and down, her forehead slamming into the exposed plywood with a low, unpleasant TONK!
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4GFJ8sLfOY
‘Ronnie went straight as a tent-spike for half a heartbeat, then she collapsed onto her back and made no protest when the glassy-eyed brunette sprawled atop her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
For once Lisa didn’t pop up in a burst of manic energy. Instead she stayed right where she was, the exhausted brunette softly tugging on her own hair while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LISA DREAM!”
The unconscious Treymane beneath proof of her perfection, the fire of the drained Dream seemed to have ebbed. She pushed up to her haunches next to the splayed Gangster. Lisa could see the many faces showing various levels of disbelief she’d taken down the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Veronica seemingly poised to make her return back to the top of the card prior to tonight’s devastation.
And as the Ultimate Image sensed the surprise, her blood boils.
“I’M LISA DREAM, DAMN IT!”
She pushed to her feet reenergized, yanking at her dark locks and hopping in a fury.
“I’M PERFECT...PERFECT…PERFECT!”
Turning to a softly stirring Veronica, red rage fueled the legendary Lisa. Dream RIPPED a rubbery ‘Ronnie off the deck, tugging her into a Front Facelock. Lisa measured the bare plywood behind her, threw her stems behind her then swung them through in the opposite direction, laying out and SPIKING Treymane’s skull into the bared deck with a vicious DDT that left a splayed Veronica out cold and the Timekeeper immediately calling for the EMTs.
As the FAWNatics let their displeasure be known, a seated Lisa rolled out of the ring and raced up the ramp, nearly taking the head off one of the med techs with a Clothesline on the way.
She vaulted to her feet, chilling grin emerging, then skipped to the back like a schoolgirl, apparently delighted at the bodies left in her perfect wake.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “Repelled an Invasion last month.” ‘Ronnie noted as she nudged the fedora’s brim with the barrel of her barking iron. “Now it looks like I’ve gotta deal with a jailbreak at the nuthouse.” Case set, she leveled the Thompson at the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For tonight‘s sweltering dust-up, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the classic gray & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat. Senior Official Nick Castle approached to take coat and Thompson, but Treymane only offered the former. “Ummmh, I know Lisa’s… a bit different, as of late, but I can’t let you use the pyro on her.” Nick explained. Veronica hoisted it, tucked the stock under one arm. “Don’t worry Shamus. I’m not gonna spray the weirdo with lead or pyro. Just wanna find out if the show of force slows her down even a little bit.” Castle looked dubious, but the question actually intrigued him as well, so he followed ‘Ronnie’s gaze to the stage to see what would happen next.
The Gorgeous Gangster motioned taking out part of the arena’s ceiling with a Tommy Gun when By Sanctum’s ‘Fifth Dimension’ coursed through the speakers, a haunting tableau the FAWNatics now understand meant a most disturbing Dream was about to befall them.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream appeared, realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World, wondering if she can dismantle two Destroyer class fighters back to back, following up her malpractice on Dr. Blassenville with a shootout win against the Magnificent Moll.
‘RED’ LISA:
While the face and frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks, and the half-dozen, red ‘tear streaks’ leading from the lower lid of Lisa’s eyes to mid-cheek remain stirring and frightening.
The FAWNatics remained unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands and bite ears off.
Dream headed down the ramp, her head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a murderous glint in her dark pools. One man dared speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, tying to tear at him until some late arriving FAWN security pulled her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the six and a half-footers, Dream freeing herself as she reaches the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and entered. She throws herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling gibberish.
It’s Lisa’s turn to pump imaginary bullets into the sky, her weaponry of choice apparently a pair of six shooters. Unloading her ‘guns’, she kipped to her feet and put them in imaginary holsters while grinning maniacally at the Dangerous Dame.
The Dream’s attire is a skin-tight sheath of cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low and showing plenty of her alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached to ivory boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream suddenly clenched her fists and pounded her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, suddenly unaware of Treymane as she backed in a daze to her corner. There’s no formerly customary microphone in her clutches tonight and it seemed no significant loss, as it’s unclear she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
As her music faded, her hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Announcer declares the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“And her opponent…from New York, New York…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds… the Perfect Nightmare… RED LISA!“
The Ultimate Image turned and SLAMMED her forehead into the top buckle a half dozen times before spinning back to Veronica then gave her left cheek a wicked echoing slap.
“YOU’RE NOT PERFECT!” she screamed at a perplexed but composed Veronica.
When the bell rang, Lisa seemed confused. Unsure what the sound signified. Veronica on the other hand beat feet along the ropes as soon as the bell CLANGED. She’d studied enough of ‘Red Lisa’s’ tape in the last four weeks to know she didn’t want to be caught in the corner for one of the maniac’s early blitzkrieg assaults. Turned out to be a fortuitous decision because the former World Champion (or whatever remained thereof) came screaming off the buckles and ‘thumped’ a high knee into the top turnbuckle Treymane had occupied no less than two seconds prior!
“Need to be faster than that, Daisy.” Veronica’s hands were up but she was still creating space, forcing the brunette to come to her. “Otherwise I’ll have you back in a straightjacket before you know what--”
The Dream shot in low looking for Treymane’s knees, but ‘Ronnie thrust her hips back and hooked an arm around Lisa’s exposed noggin. Hands locked tight against her foe’s cheek, the Dangerous Dame dropped to one knee and yoked up on the Facelock in an effort to blunt the worst of Lisa’s aggression. A good idea in theory and the definition in Treymane’s shoulders, biceps and forearms confirmed the power she brought to bear, but The Dream reacted like a wildcat with its head caught in a trap, just whipping her body from side to side while simultaneously scoring her captor’s arms, thighs and flanks with a flurry of vicious swipes.
Grimacing as Lisa tried to add a new shade of red to her nails, Veronica halved the Front Facelock so she could pump a few heavy left hands into the other woman’s ribs. “Get a hold of yourself, Daisy.” the blonde grunted. “Unless you want to be treated like a mad dog instead of a former World ChampOOOOWWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Lisa’s hands found Treymane’s backside, raked from south to north, then grabbed a double fistful of pinstriped briefs and raised them by several inches! No warning shot from the Neo-Noir Knockout, she drew back her balled left hand and THWHAPPED a single vile shot into Red Lisa’s liver. Dream wailed, a nearly electric jolt passing through her frame in the wake of the heavy body shot.
Didn’t stop her entirely of course, not even one of ‘Ronnie’s hooks could accomplish what the Thorazine could not, yet Lisa was noticeably more docile when Treymane grabbed the near arm and draped it over the back of her neck. From there she helped herself to The Dream’s leather waistband and got to her feet, though Lisa herself was still on both knees after the Hook. This arrangement didn’t seem to bother Veronica in the slightest. Sinking into a deep crouch / squat, the Pinstripe Powerhouse let out a soft grunt as she muscled Lisa from six to midnight, Dream’s leather-sheathed legs fluttering as Treymane held her overhead just long enough for the crowd to appreciate it. Then she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lisa’s full length into the deck courtesy a huge Deadlift Vertical Suplex.
DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_ovm0YnAm8
Lisa’s landing made the ring shiver but the Gorgeous Gangster didn’t even consider a pin. Instead she got up and backed into the ropes on Dream’s right. Bouncing out in a quick sprint, Veronica waited ‘til she was almost on top of The Dream before busting out a vertical leap that ultimately deposited the back of her right thigh across Lisa’s chest. Lisa jolted, rolled onto her stomach to protect against a cover that never came.
“Shock trauma doesn’t seem to be helping your condition in the slightest.” Treymane noted as she climbed into a straddle of The Dream’s upper thighs. “So maybe something a bit more measured will get you back to your old, if not better, self.”
“Nuuuhhh… not better.” Lisa grunted as she put her hands against the mat and pushed up. “Perfect. I’m perfecUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane leaned in, cinched her arms around Lisa’s flawless abdominals and squeezed like the former World Champion was nothing more than a perfect tube of toothpaste. “You’re damaged goods, Daisy.” Veronica muttered as Dream pulled and scraped at her forearms. “You need help. From a REAL doctor this time.”
Noting the pain etched on the brunette’s face, Nick Castle hunkered over the action and asked, “How you doing, Lisa? Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Lisa almost shouted. “No doctors! No zebras! No tapping out!”
With one hand braced against the mat, she reached back with her other hand and snatched hold of Treymane’s long locks. The resultant pull sent a vile burn through ‘Ronnie’s scalp, but she knew Castle would enforce the rules so she continued to squeeeeeeeeeze and ‘FOUR!’ seconds later she was free. Releasing the hug when Lisa gave her hair back, the Pinstripe Powerhouse shoved her opponent down flat on the mat, leaving The Dream vulnerable for a trifecta of Forearm Smashes pounded against the small of her back.
Lisa snarled her displeasure, rose up on both hands and started dragging her way out from underne-- Veronica caught the Bear Hug again, pushed forward and down to trap Lisa between the canvas and her smothering frame. Careful to keep a cheek pressed between The Dream’s shoulders, Treymane worked her vise-like coil and muttered, “You need to calm down, Daisy. Calm down or I’ll put you to sleep.”
“Better than calm.” Lisa’s answer was a soft, furious growl. “I’m Lisa Dream, stupiddeerrrrrrgggghhhhhh!”
Veronica squeezed even harder, forcing Lisa to throw both arms over the back of her head to muffle the loudest of her groans. Didn’t submit though. In fact she braced her elbows against the mat and started to drag their combined weight toward the nearest set of strands.
Treymane kept a careful eye on her foe’s progress, but she made no effort to thwart it. After all, a Bear Hug wasn’t going to win her a match in the first three minutes, but she planned to keep going back to it until she’d crushed the worst of the crazy from the woman they called Red Lisa.
Blessedly oblivious to these decidedly un-Dreamy plans, Lisa continued to inch her way along until she grabbed hold of the bottom strand. But instead of demanding a release she doubled down on the rope grip, draaaaaaaaaagged herself forward and sank her teeth into the rubber-coated steel!
That was more than enough for Nick, who tapped Veronica on the shoulder. “She’s in the ropes, ‘Ronnie. Break the hold.”
Treymane released the Hug slowly, rose to one knee, then stood up and cleared off by a few steps. “She’s not IN the ropes, Shamus.” the Gorgeous Gangster corrected. “She’s EATING the ropNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A resurgent Lisa stuffed a quick Back Kick into ‘Ronnie’s tummy forcing her to cede several more steps, steps The Dream immediately claimed as her own with a headlong charge at the surprised blonde. Practically throwing herself at the taller woman, Lisa snaked her left arm around the back of Veronica’s noggin to hold it in place for the barrage of punches unleashed upon her forehead! They were closed fist of course, no one as perfect (or insane) as Red Lisa could be bothered with the niceties of the open hand rule.
“Hey, watch those fists, Lisa! C’mon now, open your hand!”
The words were barely out of Castle’s mouth when Veronica wrapped her arms around The Dream’s midsection and forced her onto tiptoe with another constricting Bear Hug! “Get a hold of yourself, Daisy.” Treymane barked over Lisa’s surprised groans.
“Nuuuuhhh…. not Daisy!” the brunette tugged at Veronica’s hair to emphasize her denial. “I’M LISA DREAM, STUPOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane didn’t just squeeze harder, she shook the Personification of Perfection like a rag-doll. “And I’m Veronica Treymane.” the blonde chided. “What’re you going to do about AAARRRRRRHHH!”
Lisa snaked her arms around ‘Ronnie’s head, not for a counter smother but to hold her noggin in place while she sank her teeth into opposing forehead!
It wasn’t a question most people want answered by this imbalanced version of The Dream and Treymane quickly found out why, Lisa gnawing away on her pate. Ronnie released her embrace and shoved the teeth-baring brunette away.
A grinning Dream ran her tongue over her upper row of pearlies then back across her lower ruby lip. She hadn’t quite broken skin on Ronnie but apparently enjoyed the taste of the Dangerous Dame nonetheless.
Castle scolded the wild-eyed Ultimate Image but it’s clear Lisa wore psychosis-induced ear muffs and wasn’t hearing or at least understanding the official. What she seemed to realize was that she wanted another piece of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, perhaps something bite-sized.
Dream raced toward a wincing Veronica, the blonde checking her dome for any leakage with the back of her hand. Treymane didn’t seem to acknowledge the approaching lunatic, Red Lisa looking like a feral cat, rosy-tipped nails drawn. But at the last second, she raised a big boot and PLOWED it into The Dream’s flawless features, decking her charging foe, the back of Lisa’s head clunking off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sedated by the dual impacts to her skull, Lisa stared blankly at the rafters then at Ronnie’s face. Treymane hovered over her foe, looking down at the mental mess.
“Another cut Daisy,” Veronica informed. “Psycho or no.”
The Destroyer-class blonde shoveled the slender Dream to her chest with a boot and dropped to a cross-body position perpendicular to Lisa’s spine. She scissored Dream’s right arm and slipped his torso under the left to wrench back with her Noirevoir.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
The crowd immediately perked as Lisa shot back to coherence and an agonizing version of it at that. The Dream howled in pain as her limbs were secured and the bigger blonde wrenches back on the legend’s spinal column while also threatening to take Lisa’s left arm out of its socket.
“Surrender Daisy,” Treymane demanded loudly.
From the anguished squeals and screams, it seemed inevitable Lisa could do nothing else, but through the long seconds and through Castle’s pleas, she continued to refuse. Finally deciding Red Lisa wouldn’t be able to overcome her irrationality and give up, Veronica released her hold on the former mental patient, rose to her haunches and looked on in concern, shaking her head at the burbling Dream.
“Are you gonna stop this?” she asked Nick.
“You know Bethany won’t have that,” Castle responded and he motioned toward Lisa, who was gamely pushing to all fours, apparently ready to soldier on.
Treymane shook her head and regained her feet next to The Dream. The blonde waited patiently as the Personification of Perfection slowly rose, reaching her feet but remaining hunched.
‘Ronnie grabbed Lisa’s left arm and flung it between the brunette’s thighs, snatching it at the wrist on the back side. Swinging her free arm over Lisa’s back and scooping it under and around The Dream’s right arm, Veronica secured the perfect Pumphandle. As the Pinstripe Powerhouse took an extra breath in anticipation of heaving the brunette into the jet stream, Lisa groaned out a sickly “I’m Lisa Dream and…”
Veronica didn’t wait for the punchline of what was becoming a sad joke, vaulting Lisa into the air, holding her horizontal at shoulder-level for an instant and DROPPING her backbone to bended knee with the Journey Into Fear.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
The FAWNatics groaned in sympathy, sure several of Lisa’s vertebrae had been displaced. Dream weakly rolled from the plank of Ronnie’s upper leg, ending in a red puddle in front of the genuflecting Treymane. Veronica held her arms high in a wide ‘V’, as if to indicate the devil in red made her do it. There’s no sign the fans think any different, seemingly understanding this was the only way Red Lisa would go…on a stretcher.
The Dangerous Dame dropped to all fours and roughly rolled the moaning, motionless Lisa to her back then plopped her frame atop the broken body of The Dream for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa shoved a shoulder up with Nick’s palm a few inches above the canvas. He held two fingers aloft and Ronnie looked pained this destruction had to continue.
She hauled a rubbery Dream to her feet, wedging the back of Lisa’s head against her tummy as she underhooked each of Lisa’s arms in turn, ready to end The Dream for good with a Daisy Cutter.
But as Veronica started to rotate to the right in preparation for the big swing-through to her left, Lisa shook free of the grip and raked a set of nails across the dark peepers of the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
It’s the blonde’s turn to shriek in pain, turning and stumbling away, blinded by the claws of the crazy. Lisa raced in from behind, snatching the stooped skull of the sightless Treymane, immediately launching into a Bulldog that PLANTED Veronica’s mug to the mat. The impact spun the Neo-Noir Knockout to her back and an energized and frothing Lisa scrambled to her feet, delivering a stomp to Ronnie’s abs as she stepped atop her foe on the way to the far ropes.
Dream rebounded and sprinted at the splayed Treymane. She skipped over, her boots landing on the middle rope while she snatches the top cable with both hands. Using the springy strands as a springboard, Lisa gracefully, particularly so for a lunatic, back-flipped into the dreamiest of Dreamysaults, Lisa’s abs SLAMMING down across the open tummy of the bigger blonde. A bug-eyed Ronnie jackknifed under the impact of the Ultimate Image.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Nostrils flaring, dark eyes darting, palms clenching and unclenching in the air in front of her, the kneeling Dream passed on a pin, seemingly unaware she might win the match if she only did so. Instead, she sank her nails into the scalp of the Pinstripe Powerhouse and ripped the wobbling Treymane to her feet as she rose.
Dream delivered a delving Toe Kick into the blonde’s belly, doubling Veronica over and Red Lisa tugged the lowered cranium between her alabaster stems, clamping down with a Scissors. Snatching the leg holes of Ronnie’s trunks, the gibberish-sputtering Dream RIPPED them toward her, gifting Veronica with a thong version of her previous gear, most of the material wedged DEEP between her foe’s ivory-skinned backside. With plenty of room for landing her paddles on the muscular cheeks of the Neo-Noir Knockout, Lisa shouted to the back row.
“I’M LISA DREAM. AND I’M FUCKING PERFECT!”
With the truth duly noted by all in attendance, including a squirming ‘Ronnie, Lisa swatted her slightly curved palms into meaty derriere with abandon not bothering how musical her Bittersweet Symphony sounded on this night. Instead only seeming to wonder how quickly she could turn Veronica’s ass the same hue as her leather.
The spankity-spankity-spank-spank-spank of palm on tush lacked the sophisticated rhythms Lisa produced prior to her institutionalization but her enthusiasm remained undiminished, in fact it may have increased, judging by the maniacal gleam in her eyes. Switching over to a gaudy series of stereo swats as she blazed toward a butt-blistering finale, The Dream SLAPPED her hands down one more time, then curled them into claws to raaaaaaaaaake ‘Ronnie’s reddened backside south to nor--
“WHOOAAHHNNNGHH!” An abrupt, discordant end to the night’s percussion because an infuriated Treymane braced her hands against Lisa’s thighs and straightened up fast enough to flip the former World Champion up over and down to the deck with an improvised Back Body Drop!
Crumpling to one knee after the abrupt escape, Veronica raked a hand through her hair, then stood up and ‘rounded on the Waking Nightmare. Hands briefly occupied with the realignment of her distended togs, Treymane threatened, “Try that again Daisy and they’ll have to up the dose of your painkillers along with the antipsychoticNNNNNNNGGHH!”
Lisa exploded off one knee in a sort of low-flying tackle that buried a shoulder in the blonde’s gut without actually taking Veronica off her feet. Continuing to plow forward as the Dangerous Dame folded around her encroaching shoulder, The Dream brought both ladies to the ropes and very likely would’ve barreled on through to the floor if ‘Ronnie hadn’t hooked an arm around the middle strand to keep her perched on the apron. “Ropes!” Treymane called even as Lisa continued to claw at her head and shoulders. “In the ropes, Castle! Back her OOFFFFHHH!”
Keeping Veronica doubled over with a couple fistfuls of hair, Lisa stepped in and swung her hips hard, just THWUMPING the slim curve of her glutes against the side of her opponent’s skull! Her anchoring grip all but demolished by the Dreamy Hip Check, Treymane couldn’t stop Lisa from securing a Front Facelock, which she used to draw the taller wrestler back into the squared circle. “Perfect.” Lisa muttered once she’d slung the Dangerous Dame’s near arm across her shoulders. “Perfectperfectperfectperfectperfect.”
With Treymane far removed from the meddling security of the strands, Lisa caught a handful of her opponent’s waistband and hauled her up for a quick Vertical Suplex that THWHUMPED ‘Ronnie against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Lisa landed flat with her hooks still in place, so no one was really surprised when she kicked her legs up, rolled over onto her stomach then dragged the both of ‘em to verticality for a second Vertical Suplex. And because bad things came in threes, Lisa did it all over again, though this time she trapped Treymane’s left leg in a tight standing Cradle before she returned the big blonde to the canvas with her Ode to Perfection. Hands locked tight to keep Veronica trapped like the Wannadream she was, Lisa went up on tiptoe while Castle and the FAWNatics rattled off…
ROLLING SUPLEXES & ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
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Treymane SLAPPED an open-handed swat atop The Dream’s straining abs to break the bridge with a full second to spare. “Unacceptable!” Lisa barked, that single word sounding remarkably cogent amidst the steady stream of hisses and growls on either side.
Eager to share her latest insights with the faltering fatale, the Cracked Image of Human Perfection filled her hands with ‘Ronnie’s hair and pulled her into another Front Facelock while Treymane was still on one knee. This proved to be a minor inconvenience at most, as Lisa once again hooked her prey’s leg (the right this time) and tugged her onto her remaining foot before she continued all the way to high noon. The collective ‘ooohhh’ for this show of strength from the gamine legend curdled to sympathetic anguish for the Neo-Noir Knockout when Lisa laid out flat to THWHAM Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders as latest victim to the Ode to Perfection, Verse Two.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C3Msd_bqRo
Treymane tumbled onto her side, dark eyes shiny and glazed in the aftermath of the callous head-drop. She was still blinking her way through that deep stupor when The Dream dragged her onto her back and pressed down atop her chest in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Treymane powered to a seat and shoved Lisa clear to keep the battle going for at least three more seconds. Woozy after her exposure to such dangerous levels of perfection, Veronica clambered to one knee and “NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lisa caught her with a short knee to the side of the head that sent the former World Champion sprawling onto her belly. Acting with an intensity and immediacy she’d often lacked in the more ‘reasonable’ phase of her career, The Dream snatched hold of ‘Ronnie’s left ankle, lifted her lower leg off the mat and deftly threaded her own right leg around the exposed limb as she threw herself down on the blonde’s back. Ankles crossed as soon as she touched down, Lisa wrapped her right arm around Veronica’s neck and clasped her hands tight to complete a STF that was as Dreamy as it was agonizing.
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbICk8vI9FA
“PERRRRRFEECT!” Lisa screamed over the grunts and groans of her scrabbling opposition. “I’M PERFECT AND YOU’RE NOT! PERFECT! PERFECT! PERFECT!”
Nick Castle noted this but offered no reply, he was focused on Veronica, who was herself focused on pulling on her own hair to spread the pain of the body-wrenching hold. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” he asked. “Need to call it a night?”
“Thuuuhh… this early?” the trapped blonde grunted. “Not a chance, Shamus. Now get outta the way.”
The Senior Official did as bade, providing Treymane a clear path to the ropes even though they were several feet away. Teeth grinding as Red Lisa tried to tie her in new and interesting knots, the Gorgeous Gangster dug her fingers into the mat and began to draaaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the strands. Lisa noted this and wasn’t pleased because she began to shake her head ‘no, no, no’ even though she never stopped muttering ‘perfect’.” Treymane didn’t give a damn what The Dream thought, she lowered her head and kept slogging forward until she felt her fingers brush the rubber-coated steel. A final lunge earned her a strong grip on the lifeline and she shouted, “BREAK! BRENNNGGHH!”
Lisa broke the Facelock so she could administer a flurry of Hammer Fists to the back of her opponent’s skull! This earned an immediate remonstration from Castle, unfortunately for Treymane her tormentor ignored it long enough to peel her off the mat and march her out into the center. “Perfect!” Lisa slapped Veronica’s mouth to emphasize the point, then cinched on another Front Facelock. “I’m perfWHOOAAANNNGGHHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted free of her attacker’s grasp, went down low and threaded her legs through Lisa’s to put the startled brunette on her belly with a quick Drop Toe Hold. Dream’s forehead bounced against the canvas but she immediately dismissed it as a minor inconvenience because Veronica had trapped her lower left leg between the Dame’s dangerous thighs! Positioned off to the maniac’s left, Treymane stretched out on Lisa’s exposed back for a STF of her own, but where The Dream chose a more traditional Sleeper grip, ‘Ronnie crisscrossed her forearms behind Lisa’s skull so she could lock her hands in an S-Grip across her rival’s chin. Cravate secured, Veronica CRAAAAANKED back to put hellacious torque on the smaller woman’s neck!
MOLL-IFIER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3mOXwzVv2s
“AAAAAAARRRRHHHH!” Lisa shrieked in anguish as Treymane confined her in a way the straightjacket never could.
“Go on, Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout grunted as she dragged her hands back and forth over Lisa’s defenseless nose. “Tell the man you tap out before you pass out!”
The Dream might have shaken her head if she were physically able but Treymane’s cruel grip made that a no go. And she couldn’t choke out a verbal ‘no’ to Castle either. If she could manage anything it would be to tap and considering the fierce determination in Veronica’s face and her grip, it’s likely a sane Lisa would have. Not sane, Red Lisa dug her ruby-tipped nails into the deck and dragged herself and her rider toward the ropes, mewling but defiant in her locomotion.
Reaching the cables after a dozen seconds of hell, The Dream wrapped a palm around the bottom rope having survived another torture chamber of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s creation.
Nick called for the break and the bigger blonde wasn’t quick to give up her submission, rolling off at ‘FOUR’ and rising to her feet. Treymane bobbed in place, fists raised a few feet from a slowly rising Lisa, Dream using the cables to climb to vertical.
Crazy was crazy. But pain was pain. And Lisa didn’t look eager to move out of the ropes any time soon. So much so Castle started to count and Treymane superseded him, pushing past Nick and claiming the slender brunette by the noggin. She tossed Lisa into the corner from short range, Dream hurtling into the buckles chest-first, banging to an abrupt halt, her lithe frame clearly rocked.
Still Lisa started to climb almost immediately, not caring what’s going on behind her. She reached a wobbly stance on the top ropes and began to turn toward her target when the Dangerous Dame arrived. Veronica plucked Lisa off her perch, the blonde having climbed to the middle ropes, pulling The Dream atop her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Instantly, Lisa banged a couple sharp elbows into Ronnie’s temple but the Neo-Noir Knockout fought through the pounding, solidifying her control, then letting gravity take its course as she laid out, BANGING Dream to the deck with a ring-rattling Avalanche Samoan Drop.
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxZx2hutp84
The crushing impact drew groans from the crowd. Lisa’s a bug on a windshield, splayed beneath the reclining Treymane, Veronica’s back heavy atop Lisa’s gulping tummy, the Ultimate Image’s four limbs pointing to each corner as Castle slapped out the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It wasn’t the most textbook pin but when Lisa pushed up a shoulder a few inches before Castle could finish, it caught the blonde by surprise. She looked over her shoulder at the wriggling Dream.
“You don’t know when to die, Daisy. But I’ll show you. I’ve got bigger plans than playing with a moll who’s lost her marbles.”
Veronica spun to vertical and sank her fingers into the shoulder-length locks of the Ultimate Image. She drew the ragdoll up and scooped an arm between the rubbery legs of Lisa. With relative ease, the blonde Destroyer popped Dream up across her shoulders again, ready to give Dream the Hard Goodbye.
But before Treymane could launch Lisa for the painful farewell from consciousness, The Dream’s elbow worked like a piston, slamming into the skull of her foe. The rapid-fire proved too much, the Gorgeous Gangster giving up her grip, Dream sliding down to earth behind her.
Immediately on touching ground, Lisa savagely drove a boot into the pit of Veronica’s left knee, forcing the Pinstripe Powerhouse to genuflect in front of her. The Luscious One pirouetted into a Spin Kick to the back of the blonde’s skull, sending Treymane lurching forward, but stopping from face-planting as she planted palms to end on all fours.
Still in a daze from the concussive kick, ‘Ronnie seemed frozen and Lisa used the opportunity to widen her foe’s legs then drop to Veronica’s side. Sweeping her right hand in from the side with an underhand swipe, a shrieking Red Lisa split Ronnie’s wickets and DROVE her digits into Treymane’s sweet spot. The Dream’s Crotch Claw dug in deep and gnawed away, Veronica’s body tensing from the throbbing anguish emanating below, her face etched in pain.
On the other hand, Lisa was giggling deliriously.
“I’ve got marbles,” she snickered while manically squeezing the goods in her palm. Clenching tight. “Got all of them. PERFECT marbles.”
Veronica howled in pain, not about to say ‘boo’ at the moment.
Forcing through the agony, the bigger blonde was able twist out of Red Lisa’s vile grasp, ending on her ass, using her legs to parry a risen Dream. Lisa had her claws bared, ready to rip into another tender portion of her foe’s frame.
Veronica managed to keep the increasingly frustrated and frothing Lisa at bay, wincing as she pumped her lower limbs at the lurking Dream. She finally found a hole between the grasping hands of The Dream, thrusting a boot into Lisa’s tummy, doubling the Ultimate Image over, Lisa bug-eyed.
Using the opening, Veronica pushed to her feet, still aching from the number The Dream been playing on her kitty but determined to regain control. She cupped Lisa’s chin in a palm and raised it to start her Drive by Night flurry with a lashing right cross. But when the hammer blow came, Lisa blocked it with a forearm and returned fire with a punt to the pussy that doubled down on her previous untoward attacks of the Gangster’s womanhood.
A soft ‘eeep’ escaped the quivering lips of the blonde as ‘Ronnie doubled over, eyes watering, hands buried between her thighs.
“You are so dead, DaisUHH.”
Veronica’s interrupted by a rebounding Dream, Lisa launching herself out of the ropes, roaring in from the side and absolutely THUMPING the back of Treymane’s skull with her vaunted Dreamsicle.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
The FAWNatics offer a throaty ‘WOAHHHH” as Lisa leveled the Dangerous Dame, Veronica’s face leading the way to the canvas, making the maneuver doubly devastating. ‘Ronnie absently flopped to her back in a spreadeagle, the crowd realizing there’ll be a party in Orlando General’s rubber rooms tonight when Red Lisa found enough of her faculties to drop her body across that of the demolished Veronica for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Treymane planted both feet flat and bridged up, forcing Lisa to tumble from her perch with little more than a whisper to spare. Surprisingly clear-eyed in the aftermath of the near fall, FAWN’s Walking Nightmare plunged both hands into ‘Ronnie’s hair and peeled her off the mat with a spirited series of tugs and yanks. Paying absolutely no attention to Castle’s warning about the hair-hold, The Dream kept it locked in tight until she twisted around on one foot, putting her back-to-chest with the woozy blonde. Then she reached over her right shoulder with both hands, lacing her fingers across the back of Treymane’s skull in a Three Quarters Facelock.
Roars of concern from those assembled when the former World Champion kicked her right leg forward and brought it ‘whicking’ back to--DREAM DENIED!
Instincts screaming to life as doom closed in, the Gorgeous Gangster braced both hands against Lisa’s upper back and sent her racing toward the strands before crumpling to one knee. Psychoses be damned, The Dream looked sure-footed as ever as she bounced into the ropes and sped back to her wounded opposition. Noting ‘Ronnie most imperfect penance, Lisa brought her right arm ‘n over, presumably for second serving of Dreamsic-‘OOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
Treymane ‘smecked’ both hands against the brunette’s trim tummy and sent her up into the lights with a gorgeous freefall takeoff. Arms wind-milling wildly, Lisa adjusted near the apex to assure an unquestionably perfect dismouTHUMP! Veronica palms her hips in both hands and pulled Lisa into a crotch-first landing atop the post of her left thigh!
POP-UP ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqvLOwOy1U
Jaw dropped, eyes popped wide, The Dream could only waddle in place with both hands wedged between her thighs. She voiced a protesting ‘eep’ when Veronica snatched a double handful of hair, though this was mostly snuffed the instant Treymane reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Don’t you DARE complain, Daisy. Not after you put out a damned Hit on my trunks.” The Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted Lisa’s tush because she could, cinched a Waistlock around her prey’s midsection and spun The Dream onto her shoulders.
“Nonononononono!” Lisa burbled, the movement of her head matching that single word. “CantcantcantImLisaDreamstupNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica PLANTED Lisa on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Powerbomb she immediately transitioned into a snug Matchbook, the big blonde’s shoulders wedged against the pits of Lisa’s knees to keep her folded in half through a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa didn’t so much kick out as she did ooze out, the leather-sheathed psychopath slopping from her shoulders to her stomach to keep those demented red dreams alive for another three seconds. Sighing, Treymane sat back on her haunches and ran one hand through her hair. “I don’t think you’re faking it to avoid a sentence, Daisy.” she opined to the semi-sedated Dream. “But I do think you’re a helluva lot more aware than you let on.”
No answer from the brunette, so ‘Ronnie cupped her ears and hauled her up just to catch a Wristlock which in turn powered the Irish Whip that sent The Dream to the other side of the squared circle. Whipping around as soon as Lisa left her grasp, Treymane hit the ropes and bounced out just as Lisa left her feet for a headlong dive that saw her head go under the top rope while her arms went over it. There was a low ‘twang’ as her shoulders connected with the rubber-coated steel, then she bounced out, twisted around and went screaming at THWHACK! Treymane spun a full circle on her left heel, hopped off it and slammed a massive bolt of Chicago Lightning across The Dream’s unsuspecting jaw!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-aSSQDg0zk
Turned inside out well before she hit the deck, Lisa landed a smoldering ruin, the former World Champion not even twitching when ‘Ronnie shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Castle drew back at the last second not because Lisa got a shoulder off the mat, but because she’d grabbed the bottom rope in a loose albeit undeniable grip! Sighing in frustration, Treymane pushed to one knee, then reached down to grab hold’a The Dream’s-- Lisa slithered out of her grasp, the leather-clad battler sidling out beneath the bottom rope for a much needed breather on the floNOT JUST YET!
Veronica caught the retreating Dream by her ankles, stood up and began to drag her back into the squared circle. Wide-eyed with a peculiar mix of fury and terror, the Shattered Image of Human Perfection scrabbled for the apron and the ropes before managing to hook her questing fingers beneath the edge of the canvas itself. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” the Gorgeous Gangster huffed as she tried to prize Lisa away from her refuge. “I can’t issue a Day Pass until you’ve been properly tranquiliz--”
There was a sudden dry RRRRRRRRRIP and ‘Ronnie gained several steps with neither she nor Lisa relinquishing their respective grips. Indeed it was the canvas itself that had given way, the material peeling back in a loose wave to expose the mellow bones of the plywood beneath. Deciding then and there that Lisa could hold on for dear life if she wanted it that damned bad, Treymane tossed the brunette’s legs aside, circled around and laid out perpendicular to her prey to THWHUMP an Elbow Drop across the nape of The Dream’s neck.
That finally loosened Lisa’s claws enough for Veronica to haul her up, which the blonde did with a double fistful of hair. Catching Dream under the arms as soon as she was vertical, Treymane tossed her into the corner with the exposed floor, then whipped around and ran maybe half a dozen steps before reversing course for a short, brutal Avalanche Splash that positively buried Red Lisa beneath a hundred and thirty plus pounds of Destroyer-class blonde.
The Dream ‘OOOOOOFFFFFFH’ed in gut-shot torment yet managed to remain vertical because she hooked an arm over the top rope. This suited Treymane just fine, as she’d already mounted the second strand, all the better to give her Daisy a faceful of gulping tummy. Left hand buried in Lisa’s dark locks, ‘Ronnie wrenched The Dream’s head back and unloaded onto her forehead, the punches coming so quickly it was hard for the FAWNatics to keep pace.
‘ONE!TWO!THREE!FOUR!FIVE!SIX!SEVEN!EIG-’
“OOOOOOWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAHP!”
Lisa reached up, caught Veronica’s punchin’ hand at the wrist and held it in place long enough to sink her teeth deep into the blonde’s thumb! Abandoning the hair hold to slap and smash at the side of her attacker’s noggin, Veronica landed half a dozen hard shots en route to wresting her mitt free of those nightmarish ja-- Lisa slipped out between her foe’s parted stems to lay claim to her six, a position she exploited by THUMPING a gaudy Uppercut between the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s thighs!
Veronica gaped, almost gagged, then doubled over despite the rather vulnerable position. This proved a costly error, as it allowed The Dream to snag her ankles and tug, ‘Ronnie tumbling down into an unprotected skull on turnbuckle collision. The BWUUUNG sounded like a gong and felt like a piston, but damned if Treymane didn’t keep her footing after the whiplash-inducing impact. Only vaguely aware that the mat beneath her feet didn’t feel quite right, ‘Ronnie listed to the right and would’ve reached the ropes if Lisa hadn’t caught her by the shoulder.
No steadying gesture this, The Dream whirled the blonde in a half circle and did the same herself, Lisa reaching back over her right shoulder to catch the Three Quarters Facelock again. Already on their feet, the sold-out crowd shouted for ‘Ronnie to shove her way out again, but the Day Dreamer was difficult enough to deny once, let alone twice and when Lisa’s right leg scythed forward and back the Neo-Noir Knockout went forward and down, her forehead slamming into the exposed plywood with a low, unpleasant TONK!
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4GFJ8sLfOY
‘Ronnie went straight as a tent-spike for half a heartbeat, then she collapsed onto her back and made no protest when the glassy-eyed brunette sprawled atop her chest for the…
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TWO…
THREE!
For once Lisa didn’t pop up in a burst of manic energy. Instead she stayed right where she was, the exhausted brunette softly tugging on her own hair while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LISA DREAM!”
The unconscious Treymane beneath proof of her perfection, the fire of the drained Dream seemed to have ebbed. She pushed up to her haunches next to the splayed Gangster. Lisa could see the many faces showing various levels of disbelief she’d taken down the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Veronica seemingly poised to make her return back to the top of the card prior to tonight’s devastation.
And as the Ultimate Image sensed the surprise, her blood boils.
“I’M LISA DREAM, DAMN IT!”
She pushed to her feet reenergized, yanking at her dark locks and hopping in a fury.
“I’M PERFECT...PERFECT…PERFECT!”
Turning to a softly stirring Veronica, red rage fueled the legendary Lisa. Dream RIPPED a rubbery ‘Ronnie off the deck, tugging her into a Front Facelock. Lisa measured the bare plywood behind her, threw her stems behind her then swung them through in the opposite direction, laying out and SPIKING Treymane’s skull into the bared deck with a vicious DDT that left a splayed Veronica out cold and the Timekeeper immediately calling for the EMTs.
As the FAWNatics let their displeasure be known, a seated Lisa rolled out of the ring and raced up the ramp, nearly taking the head off one of the med techs with a Clothesline on the way.
She vaulted to her feet, chilling grin emerging, then skipped to the back like a schoolgirl, apparently delighted at the bodies left in her perfect wake.