Post by dsb on Oct 22, 2019 5:13:09 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Grudge Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet the ‘Mania faithful with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her latest (and bloody well last if she had her way) encounter with FAWN’s Recurring Nightmare, the bendy Blackbird wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
SANE OR INSANE, DREAMY OR RED, LISA’S NO MATCH FOR THE STORM!
“No, no she is not.” the Briton confirmed. “While this newest iteration is a fearsome creature indeed, she will succumb just like every other ‘perfect’ persona. And as much as I’ll enjoy the winner’s purse, this isn’t about a paycheck. It’s a public service.” Returning her attention to the ring and the beast that would soon join her therein, Dare made her way to the corner where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo.
“Sorry to see you drew the short straw, Nicholas” Dare gave the Senior Official a small smile as she offered her knees and elbows for inspection. “I’d have enjoyed seeing how Merle’s nerves handle the strain of a Red Lisa.”
Nick suppressed a snort. “He traded with me. Our jittery friend will be covering my tab at the Lamb all the way to New Year’s Day.”
“A fair exchange if ever there was one. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe there’s a rabid dog headed this way.”
With the Oncoming Storm brewing within the confines of the squared circle, the crowd murmured in anticipation for the ‘Mania maniac. The now familiar and haunting chords of By Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension course through the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding a disturbing Dream was about to befall both them and the nemesis of the previous incarnations of the Ultimate Image.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream castt her long and blood red shadow across FAWN’s most important event.
Realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World; leaving a path of defeat and destruction behind her to reach her greatest challenge on the biggest stage, the crowd was properly reverent. The British Blackbird not so much, her string of pay-per-view wins against Lisa unprecedented between any victor and vanquished.
RED LISA:
While the flawless face and sinewy frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Personification of 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 gaze of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands at the first sign of someone failing to acknowledge her perfection.
Dream headed down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade like a feral beast, tying to disembowel 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 bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached 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.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of 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 kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, then slowly, menacingly focused her interest on the shiniest bauble in the bowl, Olivia.
There’s no formerly customary microphone in Lisa’s clutches and it’s no significant loss, as she remained unable to form a coherent sentence, relying on spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips to communicate.
As her music faded and she moved to the corner farthest from Dare, Lisa’s hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Ring Announcer declared the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“And her opponent…from New York City by way of Orlando General’s Mental Ward…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and eighteen pounds, she is FAWN’s Perfect Nightmare…Red Lisa!”
If the Bethany Christian believes making light of Dream’s stay in the Rubber Hilton was a hoot, Lisa did not. The Announcer barely escaped the squared circle with his skin.
The Ultimate Image returned to her buckles and began to SLAM her forehead into the top a half dozen times before spinning to face her bemused foe. Lisa delivers a Senton to the empty canvas in front of her, then cracked her left cheek with a half dozen wicked echoing slaps before clambering up and staring blankly at Olivia, spittle dribbling over her lower lip.
Lisa slipped the tenuous tether of her restraints the moment the bell sounded, FAWN’s Deep Red Nightmare shrieking across the ring like certain doom at the woman who’d denied her perfection time after time after ti--THWHACK!
Olivia’s approach matched her opponent’s for swiftness but far surpassed it in terms of control, as evidenced by the seemingly effortless European Uppercut she smashed offa the Dream’s chin! Utterly unprepared for such resistance from what she’d assumed hapless prey, the Cracked Image ceded most of the ground she’d just gained via a tumbling roll that nonetheless brought her to rest on one knee. Unfazed despite the power of the Englishwoman’s strike, The Dream clambered to verticality and reached for her nemesis’ hair only for Olivia to intercept with a stern Wristlock. This immediately segued into an Arm-Wringer which itself ended when the Oncoming Storm flicked her right boot up and braced it against the side of Lisa’s mug. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back to pull her brunette down into a THWHACKING foot on face collision.
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk8lBh2MSmY
The early serving of Sole Food bounced Dream high into the air before she hit the deck with a flat, decidedly undreamy ‘thud’. Her second recovery was almost as fast as the first, though this time the former World Champion came to facing away from her willowy adversary. This proved most costly as Dare had just enough room to build up a running start before she hopped up and drove both heels between the brunette’s shoulders! Lisa jolted forward, hit the ropes with an ominous ‘twang’ and would’ve certainly bounced back the way she’d come if she hadn’t managed to hook an arm over the top strand. Even then she crumpled to one knee, the Red Maniac looking much more discombobulated than usual as-- “HEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Dare pressed in close, grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her right knee against the nape of Dream’s neck so she could boost her plant foot off the mat and thus make Lisa carry every bit of her weight! The FAWNatics didn’t have much sympathy for The Dream, (not at all surprising considering the swath of carnage she’d cut this summer) but Nick Castle extended the same benefits to everyone under his care and it was only a matter of moments before he said, “Off her neck, ‘Liv. She’s in the ropes.”
Dare dropped away from her mount and raised both hands overhead to indicate the clean break, but when Nick stepped away she grabbed a handful of dark hair and threaded Lisa’s noggin beneath the second strand. From there she cupped both hands across the penitent lunatic’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward to wrench Lisa’s neck against the rubber-coated steel! No warning from Nick now, he simply launched into a count that the Briton ignored until he reached ‘FOUR!’
“How many times must I expose your ridiculous delusions to the world?” ‘Liv barked at Dream over Castle’s remonstrations. “And don’t even think about gibbering some nonsense in my direction. I KNOW you know who I am.”
Freed from the strands, Lisa spun around on one knee and massaged the back of her neck while staring balefully at the blonde. “Cuuuhhhh… can’t confuse me, Wannadream. I’m Lisa DrNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia charged and thrust a knee forward, driving into The Dream’s chest! Lisa was jolted backward, would’ve tumbled from the ring to the floor if Dare hadn’t caught a massive handful of hair. “I know your bloody name.” ‘Liv growled in the midst of tossing Dream onto the mat in a facedown sprawl. “At issue, dear Lisa, is that you never seem to remember mine.” Dipping low, Dare took hold of her opponent’s ankles and rolled her onto her back. “So tonight I’ll make you say my name until I’m satisfied you’ll never forget it.”
Lisa snarled something unpronounceable that the Brit ignored in favor of planting her right foot between her rival’s parted stems. Once that was done she deftly threaded The Dream’s lower legs around her own encroaching leg and dropped to one knee to effectively trap Lisa’s crossed shins in the vise of her right calf and thigh. At first it was more awkward than painful, but that changed the moment Dare put her hands on the insides of the former World Champion’s knees and pressed her legs almost flat to the canvas. Lisa wailed and sat up, the leather-clad brunette bracing both hands against the mat as she shook her head ‘no’ to negate a question of surrender that hadn’t yet been asked.
THIGH HOLD WITH SLAPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkilB3kGXlo
Olivia took the denial as a challenge, once she answered by pushing down that much harder on The Dream’s trapped gams. “Submit.” the Blackbird demanded following several seconds of the leg straining punishment. “We both know that’s your first inclination when the going gets--”
Red Lisa leaned forward and slashed a claw at the blonde’s face, forcing Dare to pull away to avoid the swipe. “Nasty Wannadream.” Lisa growled. “You’re not gonna put me back in NNNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia’s right hand flicked out to paintbrush Lisa’s cheek with a stinging Slap. “I have no interest in where you finish out your misbegotten existence.” Dare admitted once she’d returned both hands to the painful hold. “Just so long as you never again darken my door with this megalomaniacal foolishneSSEERRRGGGHHH!”
Lisa’s second attempt caught a huge handful of blonde hair and she puuuuuuuulled Dare in so close they were almost forehead to forehead. “Nuuuuhhhh… never leave you alone.” Dream promised. “Not until you say I’m perfAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Olivia pushed down until the outsides of Lisa’s knees were touching the mat, the strain on her inner thighs and causing Lisa to abandon the hair-pull to yank at her own red-streaked locks. “Is that all you want, dearest?” the Oncoming Storm murmured. “Fine, then I shall indulge you just this once.” Removing her right hand from Lisa’s knee, she flattened it into a paddle and began to SLAP The Dream’s strained face. “You’re perfect! (SLAP!) The most perfect example (SLAP!) of a petty (SLAP!) misguided (SLAP!) would-be tyrant (SLAP!) that I have EVER (SLAP!) had the misfortune of sharing a ring OOOOOOWWWWW BLOODY BYTCH!”
Lisa caught Dare’s hand coming in, yanked it in close and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between the Englishwoman’s thumb and index finger!
Castle started a count at once, but in the end it didn’t matter as Olivia abandoned the Thigh Hold to prize her trapped hand from The Dream’s maw. Scrambling to boot leather with that chewed hand held tight to her chest, Dare’s look of baleful disgust curdled to one of distressed surprise when the Waking Nightmare ignored her own copious aches to catch the blonde with a sloppy but effective Double Leg Takedown delivered from her knees!
Knees planted on either side of Dare’s hips as soon as she hit the deck, Lisa filled both hands with Olivia’s hair and began to bwunk-bwunk-BWUNK the base of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. “I’M LISA DREAM!” the madwoman shrieked at the top of her lungs. “I’M LISA DREAM AND I’M PERFECT!
Olivia had no proper answer for this, she was too busy clamping down on the brunette’s forearms in hopes of slowing the hateful bludgeoning. In this she proved successful, though it was a rather pyrrhic victory as Lisa immediately rolled onto her stomach to claim a seat on the small of her back. While her earlier ‘Dreamier’ incarnation was a top-flight technical grappler, Red Lisa had no time for such niceties. Leaning forward, she snatched a double handful of Olivia’s hair and yanked her head backward while simultaneously threading her leather-sheathed legs around the Englishwoman’s exposed noggin. Lisa cranked back on both holds soon as her ankles were locked, FAWN’s Paladin of the Padded Room roaring, “I’M PERFECT!” at the top of her lungs.
Fortunately for the few Dreamophiles in the crowd, Red Lisa retained enough of her senses to know ‘FOUR’ meant stop having fun, a bit of leftover conditioning from Sierra Mist that continued to come in handy.
Releasing her grip on Dare’s locks before Castle could disqualify, Dream also unhinged her Scissors, folded her right leg and pumped a stomp into the back of Dare’s cranium. That in turns sent Olivia’s forehead SLAMMING into the canvas.
The dazed Dare cradled her arms around her aching noggin as a snarling Lisa climbed to her feet. Sweeping her crimson-streaked brunette locks off her forehead, the Personification of Perfection considered her options and the feral Lisa snatched a wrist of the Dissipating Storm.
Lisa tugged her long-time kryptonite to vertical, meeting Olivia with a deep Toe Kick to Dare’s chiseled abs. Even the Brit’s steely midsection couldn’t halt Dare from doubling slightly and Lisa shoved the lowered head downward further until she can tug her most bitter rival forward into a Standing Headscissors.
Dream closed her thighs tight around Olivia’s temples, locking her ankles. She drew her right palm to her lips and gave it a smooch, Red Lisa grinning maniacally as she lifted the paddle, the FAWNatics revving despite despising this demented Dream, ready to watch an icon work on her Michelangelo.
And Red Lisa tore into the Bittersweet Symphony with a fury, going full two-bongos after only a few stinging single cracks. The assembled tried to keep up with the number of impacts but it’s an impossible task at The Dream’s pace, Dare’s body tensing from the blistering backside battering.
The Blackbird’s arms surrounded Lisa’s leather-covered glutes and she tried to flip the script with a Back Body Drop, but Lisa’s psychosis was not so complete she couldn’t grasp what Olivia had in mind. The Storm got Dream off the canvas a few inches, but Lisa’s arms windmilled wildly to get her back down to terra firma. Lisa ran a set of nails down Olivia’s back to convince Dare to make that her final attempt to end the butt-scalding concerto. Olivia’s spine arched in agony, the slender Englishwoman yelping as the trail marks turned rosy.
But the searing welt lines seemed to pump adrenaline directly into Dare and she immediately straightened, sending a wide-eyed Lisa ass over tea kettle, flipping to land on her tailbone. The red leather was little cushion for Lisa’s taut little ass and the landing sent a shockwave up and down Dream’s spinal column. Lisa grabbed at her cheeks, a pained sneer etched on her flawless features.
“I SAID…I’M PERFUHHAHHHCK.”
Olivia, having popped to her feet, put a perfectly placed Soccer Kick into the small of Lisa’s back, sending The Dream’s chest thrusting forward as her vertebrae curved in response to the collision.
The kick spurred Red Lisa to her feet but she turned right into a revenge Toe Kick to the tummy. And while Lisa’s midriff was undoubtedly perfect, she too was bent at the waist, gasping from the insertion of boot to breadbasket.
It’s Dare’s turn to tug Lisa’s head between her thighs and the crowd was ready for a second verse same as the first. But Olivia had something else in mind. She sent Lisa flipping up and over her frame, catching the brunette Gory-style across her back.
Even Red Lisa understood her dire circumstances and she shook her head in anticipation.
Olivia didn’t make her wait long, PLANTING perfect face and chest to mat with a textbook Gory Bomb.
GORY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJIM_wCqioE
Lisa absently bounced to her back and Dare spun into a Crossbody cover, hooking a leg for a satisfying Mania victory with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked free from the Raging Storm, prompting a look of surprise from the Blackbird if not concern. She nodded her head and pushed Lisa onto her chest, climbing atop the deflated Dream. Olivia snaked her lean lower limbs around the red leather encasing Dream’s stems, grapevining the legs of the Luscious One, stretching them wide while attacking The Dream above with a nasty Chinlock that had Lisa gritting her perfect pearlies, her head wrenched to extremely uncomfortable angles.
Caught in the Dare Snare, the FAWNatics called for Lisa’s surrender before Nick could voice his offer, the crowd chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
But instead a snorting, sputtering Red Lisa sank both sets of ruby-hued nails into the mat and pulled her way toward salvation, somehow finding the will to drag the riding Olivia along with her far enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope after a grueling dozen seconds.
Castle called for the break and, at ‘FOUR!’, Dare obliged, dismounting her rival and popping to her feet, looking fresh as a daisy, save for the perspiration covering every inch of her slender, sinewy frame.
On the other hand, Lisa looked harried. Psychotic break or no, the pounding was taking its toll as she wearily used the cables to reach her feet and turn toward a charging Dare. With her foe leading with a raised right boot aimed at the chin of The Dream, Lisa pivoted and swept the Oncoming Storm past. Olivia’s raised right flew over the top rope and she crotch-shot herself with the miss.
The Dream immediately made a bad situation worse, pushing a grimacing Dare further onto the uppermost strand until Olivia rode the rope, a palm of The Dream strategically snatching either side of Olivia’s equestrian-like position. And Red Lisa showed Dare the ride of her life, bouncing the rubber-coated steel up and down as far as she could force the springy cable, driving the line deeper and deeper into the Dare’s kitty, Olivia’s dark eyes rolling back in her head after a full ten-spot.
The smeared red ‘tear streaks’ on Lisa’s cheeks seemed to pull the corner of The Dream’s lips up and wide, Red Lisa delighting in Olivia’s agony. Momentarily satiated, and hearing Castle’s growing count, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection hauled Dare off her mount, heaving her to center stage with a modified, elevated Hip Toss, Olivia’s spine CRASHING to the canvas to increase her woes.
To her credit, the Brit pushed up to one knee as a predatory Lisa skulked into Dare’s six, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As Olivia started to push up, The Dream was off like a Crimson Comet (because she could kick Lily Burlingame’s ass). The Personification of Perfection hit the ropes and stormed toward Olivia. With Dare bent on the way up, Lisa delivered a clubbing, crashing overhand Clothesline to the back of the Blackbird’s neck, sending Olivia face-first to the canvas, delivered there by a destructive Dreamsicle.
No brain freeze for Lisa after that icy treat (or rather, no new brain freeze), she merely landed on all fours, shot the Half Nelson and tumbled ‘Liv onto her back to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare got a hand on The Dream’s chin and shoved her head back to break the cover almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Howling in outrage over the nauseatingly undreamy resistance, Lisa snatched hold of the offending wrist and THUMPED the Brit’s hand against the deck even as she swung a leg over the blonde’s torso. Dare’s other hand was secured in short order, allowing the Waking Nightmare to press it to the canvas and bear down with all her weight in a second cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia powered through Lisa’s grip to get her left shoulder up with half a second to spare. Eyes wide with fury following this latest denial, Red Lisa abruptly scooted up and planted her shins on the Englishwoman’s shoulders while the fork of her crotch rested snug against Dare’s chin. Already close, Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Oncoming Storm kicked her legs up, hooked ‘em around Lisa’s waist and rolled forward onto her tush to put Lisa’s shoulders on the canvas in an impromptu Sunset Flip. Wresting her hands from Dream’s grip the instant she was seated, Dare cinched her arms around the brunette’s thrashing thighs and leaned in hard while the FAWNatics tolled through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
The Dream popped her hips as hard as she could and tumbled backward through an impromptu somersault that set her on one knee within lunging distance of the bendy-back. Dare must’ve realized this because she started to scramble up but she’d barely made it to a knee when Lisa bowled her over with a sawed-off Spear! Dream claimed another mount, her knees digging deep into the blonde’s svelte flanks. Olivia reached for her wrists in anticipation of fighting off another pin only to voice a startled ‘HUUURRRRK!’ when the incensed brunette stuffed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand deep into her nemesis’ mouth!
“I’M PERRRRRFECT!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs even as her thumb gouged deep into the underside of Dare’s jaw. Ignoring the ‘Ooooooooohhh!’ from the crowd (Nick wasn’t certain Lisa knew what she was doing, let alone that she’d poached a finish from Olivia’s partner), the Senior Official dropped to one knee to make sure the Blackbird was keeping a shoulder off the mat at all times. And to make sure she hadn’t lost consciousness, couldn’t forget that. No chance of that at the moment, Olivia was thrashing like a livewire as she fought to prize Red Lisa’s hook from her gullet. “SAY IT!” Dream barked. “SAY IT, WANNADREAM! TELL ME I’M PERFECT!”
Dare did no such thing, instead she reached for Lisa’s chin and shrieked in muffled anguish when the Cracked Image bit her fingers again! Nick would’ve warned Lisa about the infraction if Olivia hadn’t wrenched her fingers loose and raaaaaaaaked ‘em down the brunette’s forearm. “What do you say, ‘Liv?” he asked quietly. “Need me to call for the--”
“NO BELLS!” Lisa barked at the zebra. “NO BELLS, NO ALARMS, NO DOCTORS! SHE CAN’T GO ANYWHERE UNTIL OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Desperation increasing in time with her sluggishness, Dare abruptly stopped trying to extricate the claw and focused on breaking it. Catching hold of Lisa’s pinkie in one hand and her index finger in the other, the Storm pushed back like she meant to snap both digits off at the first knuckle! The Dream pushed off and tried to step away, but Olivia sat up with her and continued to twist-- “AAAAARRRRRHHHHH!” Now it was Dare’s turn to shriek, courtesy of the perfectly-manicured nails the Deep Red Nightmare slashed across her eyes! Olivia let go at once and Lisa cleared off immediately thereafter, the former pawing at her face while the latter held that twisted fist tight against her chest.
“EVIL LITTLE WANNADREAM!” Dream didn’t simply yell, she roared at the blinded blonde. “STOP DENYING THE TRUTH! STOP DENYING ME!”
Dare said nothing and damned if the silence didn’t seem to enrage The Dream further. Backing off with that aching left hand still snug against her chest, Lisa tore forward and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK a Soccer Kick against the Storm’s sternum! Unprepared for the blow, Dare was knocked sprawling but it wasn’t long before she clambered to all fours.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDRhjK0bQoQ
“SAAAAAAAAAAY IT!” Dream unleashed another banshee shriek at Olivia’s vulnerable back. “SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!” The Thorazine Queen punctuated this demand with a gorgeous vertical leap that got a lot uglier when she kicked both legs forward and laid out flat to come THWUMPING down full-force across Dare’s lower back!
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=95fcbltDS_c
Olivia wailed, collapsed onto one shoulder and hip and was still reaching for the ropes when Red Lisa plunged both hands into her hair. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT!” Dream ‘explained’ in the midst of peeling her nemesis off the mat. She drew her in close, the willowy warriors forehead to forehead. “I’ll make you say it.”
“Yuuuhhh… you’re perfect.” Olivia mumbled. “A perfect lunaNNNGGGHHH!”
Lisa caught the Englishwoman’s head under her left arm, then reached down with her right to cradle Dare’s left leg in a tight cradle. Just like that she took the suffering bendy-back up, over and down, Olivia THWHUMPED against the thinly-sheathed plywood by the first verse in Lisa’s Ode to Perfection. The subsequent bridge was perfect (duh) and the Mania crowd leapt to its feet when Castle dropped to one knee even though they were all counting the…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Os_Oh6GrtOQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa made no effort to question the ref when Olivia kicked out, rather she sprang to boot-leather and shrieked like a klaxon siren. This wail was still careening through the rafters when The Dream skipped over her gutted prey en route to an effortlessly nimble hop onto the second strand. From there she launched back and out, Lisa getting some truly Dreamy hang time as she brought every bit of her weight crashing down atop-- “UUNNNNGGGHOOOFFFFHH!”
Dare didn’t just raise her knees, she raised ‘em, then kicked both feet straight up to better impale the descending Dream! Perfectly skewered by those British boots, Lisa could do little more than retch once Dare dipped her knees and sent the brunette tumbling most of the way to far corner.
As for ‘Liv, she was far from fresh in the wake of The Dream’s prolonged dominance, yet the relative silence was oddly galvanizing and she’d made it to verticality by the time Castle reached ‘FIVE!’ on the standing ten count. Lisa joined her at ‘EIGHT!’ though she used the ropes to expedite her trip and once there she promptly slumped against the buck-- Olivia flew in at Uppercuttin’ speed but instead of slinging her forearm she led with her tush, the Oncoming Storm just THWHUMPING Lisa’s roiling gut with a full force Hip Check!
Dare bounced away and rushed back the way she’d came, allowing Dream the space to collapse to one knee. Give the Red Devil her due, she powered to her feet and lurch-- Olivia’s second pass involved a high somersault over Lisa’s bowed head and a two-handed clutch on the brunette’s chin. Not that Lisa registered either of these elements before the low flying Blockbuster tore the former World Champion from her moorings and THAWHUNKED her down on the back of her skull!
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sbmCjezTsE
Lisa bounced like she’d been Powerbombed but though Dare wasted no time closing on her flattened foe, she swung around to Lisa’s feet rather than attempt a pin. With The Dream’s ankles collected beneath her armpits, Olivia got to her feet and hoisted Lisa up until only her shoulders and the back of her head were on the mat. Considering their position ‘Liv could’ve sent the brunette’s perfect face into the top buckle with a nasty slingshot, but Dare wasn’t after blunt force trauma. She wanted the sort of pain that lingered for days, which was why she turned Lisa onto her chest, then planted the point of her right knee in the small of Lisa’s back and dropped into a deep, DEEP crouch.
Liontamer, Olivia Dare to Lisa Dream.
LIONTAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKuZi26X0kQ
“How does it feel?” Olivia grunted.
Lisa responded with a scream of agony, Dare threatening to displace several of Lisa’s vertebrae she dipped so low.
“It’s the perfect ending,” the Storm added in a growl, loud enough for The Dream to hear it over her own howls.
Lisa’s ruby-tipped nails tore into her crimson-streaked, dark locks as she tried to disperse the pain, The Dream perhaps wishing for one of the sedatives she’d been pumped full of in her time at Orlando General’s psych ward.
Castle knelt in front of the teary-eyed brunette and asked Lisa if she wanted to surrender.
The offer shook Dream into action, Red Lisa first taking a swipe at the bastard then digging her nails into the canvas instead of her mane. Lisa slowly drew herself forward, inching toward the ropes. The Blackbird grit her teeth, trying to cement the women’s location but even through her anguish, Dream refused to allow the prospect of imperfection cloud her focus. After a dozen grueling seconds, she reached a palm for the bottom rope before Dare dragged The Dream back to the starting point to the roar of the crowd, the end of Red Lisa within sight.
Or so many must have thought. But before ‘Liv could fully reestablish, Lisa pushed up to create enough elevation to curl her head and shoulders beneath, still not fully tamed. Unfortunately for the few Dreamophiles, Dare adjusted on the fly and when the Ultimate Image voluntarily places herself in a cradle to escape the pain of the Tamer, Olivia dropped her sinewy glutes atop the back of Lisa’s knees, keeping her folded for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dream prevented her own worst nightmare, violently twisting and kicking free from an 0-5 record against the British thorn in her perfect paw.
Lisa spilled onto her chest, a hand reaching back to massage the base of her spine. Not wasting any time or opportunity, Dare snatched the limb as she mounted Lisa’s bruised backbone. Tearing self-proclaimed perfection apart piece by piece, Olivia genuflected above the splayed Dream tugging the captured limb into a potentially shoulder dislocating Armbar.
KNEELING ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13HDg-xpJFk
Again, Castle looked into the face of perfection and saw the difference between reality and Lisa’s mind’s eye. Dream looked ragged, her red ‘tear streaks’ smeared into a rosy cloud, hair matted and tousled. Lisa bit her lower lip and shook her head when Nick obliged ‘Liv’s demand with an offer to quit.
“She knows I won’t,” Dream shouted. “She knows I’M PERFECT!”
Keeping her grip on Lisa’s arm while rising to stand, Dare planted a boot on the small of The Dream’s back and laid out to the right, bringing Lisa’s left arm with her. It’s a gruesome sight and Dream shrieked in agony from the apparent attempt to remove the limb from its socket. Lisa pulled her released limb close, cradling it as she rolled to a seated position and butt scooted to the ropes behind her.
“Do you feel perfect now?” Olivia asked.
No response from the battered brunette. Instead, she dropped to her uninjured shoulder and rolled out of the ring, backpedaling to the steel barricade behind her when she touched the floor. A disappointed Dare hovered over her foe, leaning over the top rope and shaking her head.
“There’s my answer.”
Dare slipped through the strands and dropped to the thinly padded concrete. As she did, Lisa pushed off the metal bars behind her, shooting a Toe Kick at Dare’s midriff. But the Brit intercepted and held Dream’s leg high, making Red Lisa hop on her planted boot. The Oncoming Storm pivoted and Dragon Screwed Lisa into the nearby metal ring steps, the Ultimate Image CLANGING against them, overturning the top half of the stairs while puddling at their base.
The crowd reveled in the more ferocious Storm, an unapologetic ‘Liv scooping up the ragdolled Lisa, no amount of psychotic intentions from the leather-clad lunatic able to overcome the abuse Dare heaped upon her. The Blackbird stuffed Dream back inside the squared circle, Lisa absently rolling to a stop a few feet in.
Olivia followed, hopping to the apron and stepping through the cables. She sidled behind the Waking Nightmare, dipping and collecting Lisa’s left leg and folding it. Opposite arm wrapping around Lisa’s waist, Dare launched, sending Dream straight up then painfully down, Olivia CRACKING Lisa’s shin down on her bended knee. She instantly flung the faltering Dream up and WAY over with a follow-up Belly-to-Back Suplex, continuing to extinguish the fire of Red Lisa with a mat-thumping landing on her foe’s spine.
SHIN BREAKER & BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Lisa ended in a lonely Matchbook, knees next to ears, perfect backside pointed to the air, the patient fully anesthetized. Olivia rose and strode to the perfectly situated Dream, planting palms atop Lisa’s leather-clad ass cheeks for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
As if roused by shock treatment, The Dream sprang open like a trap door, pushing Olivia off a decidedly lackadaisical pin and flopping to her side.
The Oncoming Storm didn’t seem particularly concerned and, considering her history with The Dream, it could be fairly understood why. Grabbing a wrist, she yanked the rubbery Lisa to her feet and spun her into an Irish Whip that sent the Ultimate Image sprinting toward the far corner.
Dare was immediately following behind, not waiting for the Red Devil to impact. And when Lisa turned and CRASHED into the buckles spine-first, the British Blackbird BURIED HER in an Avalanche Splash a split-second later, Dream seemingly incapable of stopping the Storm from raging.
Olivia stayed pressed tight against a wilting Lisa, keeping the lethargic lunatic upright. Dare scooped behind the quivering thighs of The Dream, lifting her foe to a seat on the top buckle. Once positioned, Olivia turned and tugged Lisa’s legs over her shoulders, pulling her into an Electric Chair placement and walking toward the middle with her sagging rider atop.
Reaching dead center, Olivia raised her arms up then behind the neck of the drooping Dream and the crowd realized Lisa’s about to be served an English Breakfast more painful than ingesting blood pudding. Olivia proved the truth of it when she sat out and flipped Lisa into a SMASHING landing with her signature.
ENGLISH BREAKFAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tzl3U3Dz1-s
A burned Red Lisa spread into a lifeless starfish. ‘Liv surveyed the damage, taking her sweet time to make the cover, Dare rolling to a Crossbody pin to end Dream’s nightmare with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa didn’t really kick out, she simply rolled onto her stomach to escape the predicament with less than a whisper to spare. Dare reared back on her haunches, ran a hand through her hair and snorted in either amusement or disgust. “If nothing else this new persona has made you more durable.” she noted. “The ‘old’ Lisa would’ve been shoveled off the mat and trundled to the back long before now.”
Hands flat against the mat, Dream pushed up, then tucked her head and braced that for a little more leverage. “I’m… I’m perfect.” she whispered.
Olivia shook her head ‘no’, slipped her right arm under Lisa’s left bicep in a Half Nelson and turned her onto her back. “Far from it, I’m afraid. But you’re no quitter, which is a vast improvement from the bloviating windbag I’ve battled for the last decade.” The Englishwoman took hold of Lisa’s wrists, stood up and neatly pressed her right foot against the side of Dream’s bleary mug. “Even so, you’re still little better than a wild beast and you must be dealt with accordingly. Sweet Dreams, dearest Lisa.”
“Nuuuuhhhh… I’m perfeNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Dare stomped The Dream’s head half a dozen times, a series of methodically placed blows that had even the staunchest of Dreamophobes cringing for the maniac’s safety.
INVERTED CURB STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3bKHzX8TD8
Eventually ‘Liv stopped stomping and began to pull on Lisa’s wrists even as she grrrrrrrrround the sole of her boot into Dream’s cheek. “Submit, Lisa. You’re finished.”
“NOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!”
The Oncoming Storm ended this latest round of defiance with a final stomp, then used the Wristlocks to peel Lisa to boot-leather. Switching over to a single Wristlock, Dare pointed her brunette toward the far corner and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip. Dream went mechanically, the former World Champion looking to be on autopilot as she swung around and BWUNG-THWHACK! Olivia arrived barely two steps behind and she celebrated Lisa’s arrival with a European Uppercut that would’ve put the Cracked Image on her butt if the blonde hadn’t caught a handful of hair. Drawing Lisa out just enough to take her place in the corner, Olivia boosted her way to a seat on the top turnbuckle and reeled Lisa in for a Front--
Dream’s hands flew up, smacking against the sides of ‘Liv’s face hard enough to keep her steady while she chomped down on her nemesis’ nose! Dare let loose with a nasal shriek and hammered away at Dream’s head and shoulders, but the gnawing didn’t end until Lisa gave it up for a Front Facelock of her own. She also helped herself to a grip on the Brit’s togs above her right hip, which gave her enough leverage to prize Olivia out of the corner suspended directly overhead in a Vertical Suplex stall. Holding Dare in such a position was hell on Lisa’s knee, yet the Red Menace did all that and more. Turning a slow half circle, Dream abruptly fell back to BWUUUNG Olivia’s lower back against the top buckle! A painful impact to be sure and the subsequent landing should’ve been equally unpleasant, unfortunately for the Blackbird the method to Lisa’s madness left her suspended in an impromptu Tree of Woe!
The sight of her upended adversary seemed to galvanize the madwoman as there was a notable pep in Lisa’s listing step as she hustled to the corner and mounted the ropes for the sole purpose (no pun intended) of driving her right heel into the fork of Dare’s crotch!
DREAM OF WOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzZyOMS_PcU
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ROPES!” Olivia wailed to the official and anyone else who would listen. “I’M IN THE ROOOOOOPES!”
Castle gave Lisa his customary silent five count before starting in with the verbal version because he knew damned well that The Dream wouldn’t heed anything less than threat of disqualification. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lisa hopped down and stomped away only to rush back when the Senior Official tried to prize Olivia from the ropes. “NO!” she shoved him aside. “SHE’S MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!”
Validating her claim with a double handful of blonde locks, Lisa lifted Olivia up and shoved her forward so that the Storm was in a slumped seat on the top buckle. Pleased with this arrangement, The Dream trudged her way to the second strand, then pressed all the way to the high rent district. Still holding Dare’s hair, Lisa favored the ‘Mania crowd with a crazed grin, then leapt, locked her legs around Olivia’s noggin and snapped backward into the void to ultimately land on her knees while the captive Blackbird was ripped from her moorings and THAWHAMMED down flat on her chest and belly! Dare somersaulted through to her knees before crumpling to her back again, the once raging Storm looking thoroughly becalmed by the time Lisa plopped down across her chest in a miniature Splash good for…
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqPvI_7btQA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia got a shoulder off the mat *just* before ‘THREE!’ her escape from the Avalanche Dream Driver earning a thunderous roar from the crowd and an unhinged scream from Red Lisa.
“PERFECT, PERFECT, PERFECT!” Dream gibbered as she scraped the bendy-back to her feet. “YOU KNOW I AM, WHY DO YOU DENY? HOW DO YOU DENY? HOW? HOW? HOW?”
Olivia offered no answer, not that Lisa actually waited. She simply helped herself to another Front Facelock, tossed Dare’s near arm across her shoulders and bent down to collect the blonde’s left leg in a rough Cradle. Soon as that was done Lisa muscled ‘Liv off the mat and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the Briton’s head and shoulders into the deck courtesy the Second Verse in her Ode to Perfection.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYx6xhi7jpY
The Dream almost always floated over into an immediate cover, tonight however she kept her hooks sank tight enough to hold Olivia in place when she rolled onto her stomach and clambered back to verticality. Third Verse started out like all the others only to hit full reverse when Lisa had her prey bundled overhead. Swinging ‘Liv back the way she’d came, Lisa sat out and THAWHAMMED the blonde full force into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Dare’s arms bounced over her head from the impact, otherwise she was motionless when Lisa scooted forward and draped her legs over Brit biceps for…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaLjZhQ8YYE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia shot an arm into the air, her escape a good half second faster than the last! “NOOOOOOOOO!” Lisa was on her feet in a flash, the Paladin of the Padded Room tearing at her hair as she careened toward Nick Castle. “NOOOOOO, SHE CAN’T! CAN’T DENY PERFECTION, WHY ARE YOU HELPING HER DENY ME?”
The ref raised his hands and backed off as fast as he could. “I’m not, Lisa! You’re so close, you just need to stay--”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Dream screamed in his face even as she snatched hold of the poor dope‘s collar. “YOU’RE NOT A DOCTOR! YOU’RE NOT A NURSE! YOU’RE… NOT… PERFECT!”
She raised a hand to slap at least some of the imperfection from Castle’s mug only to glance over one shoulder when the crowd started to buzz. The reason was apparent enough, ‘Liv had rolled under the bottom rope to the apron, buying some time to recover with the ropes between herself and the lunatic. Lisa didn’t much care for this so she abandoned her hold on Castle and rushed to the strands whereupon she reached over, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked the hateful Blackbird to her fee--
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” The Dream wailed in incredulous anguish as Olivia repaid the earlier nose bite with savage, molar-grinding interest! Lisa thrashed and tore at the toothy-trap, the frantic brunette scratching and slashing at Dare’s arms harder than she’d ever gone at the straightjacket in the psych ward. To no avail though, her freedom didn’t come until Nick Castle hurried over and reached ‘FOUR!’ on a brisk count. Even then Lisa didn’t get far because Olivia hooked an arm over the back of her head and pulled down so that the brunette’s throat was compressed against the rubber-coated steel.
“Shuuuuhh… should just put you out of your misery.” Dare rasped over Castle’s newest count. “Or at least out of mine.”
Jerking Lisa’s noggin offa the ropes at ‘FOUR!’, the Oncoming Storm kept her corralling arm in place to ensure The Dream couldn’t wriggle away as she began unloading European Uppercuts on the brunette’s chin. Lisa’s bottom lip was bleeding by the fifth shot, her nose joined in at nine and still Dare didn’t stop. She simply kept pounding away at those perfectly positioned features through a full baker’s dozen and all to an even twen-- “RRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Lisa twisted her head at nineteen and damned if she didn’t sink red-stained teeth into the underside of Olivia’s forearm! The Blackbird roared in fury and pain, balled her free hand into a fist and pounded it into Dream’s right ear until the archrivals broke apart with Lisa stumbling toward the center of the squared circle while ‘Liv sagged in the ro--THWHACK!
Blood loss be damned, The Dream hopped off her back foot to mash Dare’s mouth beneath her heel with a pinpoint Super Kick! Olivia tottered back to the edge of balance, her perch maintained by nothing more than a faltering one-handed grip on the top rope! Crowding in from the other side, a wild eyed Waking Nightmare leaned forward, grabbed hold of ‘Liv’s hair and pulled her back from the brink. Don’t confuse it with an act of kindness though, Lisa quickly turned around and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to collect the Englishwoman’s noggin in a Three Quarter Facelock. Then she marched forward, Dream using the grip to pull her foe up ‘n over the ropes until Olivia was suspended by her head at one end and her ankles at the other. The FAWNatics cringed but didn’t look away, not even when Lisa snapped forward and down to THAWHONK Dare’s skull into the canvas with a rope-hung Day Dreamer!
ROPE HUNG DAYDREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHMoS6dGSss
Such a maneuver should’ve left ‘Liv flat on her face in an insensate sprawl, yet funny things happened at ‘Mania, as evidenced by the way she timbered onto her back and continued on all the way to her knees. This flummoxed Lisa for no more than a few heartbeats. Once they passed she buried her claws in Olivia’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. No hesitation, no histrionics, The Dream just leapt, landed on the blonde’s shoulders and torqued backward as hard as she could to SPIKE Dare’s head against the canvas with her second Dream Driver of the night. Olivia slopped over onto her back and Lisa collapsed atop of her, the battered, bloodied lunatic barely able to collect the far leg while Castle and a chorus of thousands tolled the…
DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKn0RTTovFc
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Red Lisa did a push up on the carcass of the defeated Brit, maintaining her straightened arms while looking out on the amazed crowd as if the Ultimate Image had known all along.
With one palm pressing down on Olivia’s chest and the other her foe’s crotch, Dream noded over the unconscious Dare, doing what some, hell most, thought she could never accomplish. She’s defeated the woman with the best record against her, against anyone. No one wrestler ever dominated another at Pay-Per-Views like Dare had Dream. And now Red Lisa broke the streak in becalming the Oncoming Storm.
A hot, crimson mess, Lisa shoved her way to a seat next to the splayed, comatose Blackbird. Dream ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping the red-streaked locks off her forehead then scrubbing her face and peeking through her fingers as if to confirm what she believed was real actually was.
Seeing the insensate Dare still sleeping off the Driver, Lisa stumbled to her feet and called for a microphone, which she’s handed by a FAWN flunky through the cables. The Dream moved to a standing straddle of her nemesis.
As if born again, washed in the perspiration it took to exorcise the demon Dare, a familiar countenance reemerged on the Personification of Perfection. This was no feral animal, but a woman who knew herself to be the best ever to stand within a ring.
“Welcome me back Wannadreams, whether you count yourself among Dreamophiles and Dreamophobes. You are honored guests of my return. The Prodigal Daughter is amongst you. Sisters of Mercy. Dr. Blassenville. Sierra Mist. Jenny Jacobs. And at long last… Olivia Dare. All pathetic urchins who were blinded and beaten by the greatness of Lisa Dream.
Some created an image of what they wanted me to be. Others created a monster. Still others were consumed by the monster. The monster is gone. Burned to a cinder by my success. What I am now is what I was before and what I will always be.
Perfect.”
Classic Dream dropped the stick on the softly gulping tummy of the demolished Dare, Olivia once and finally left in the Waking Nightmare’s wake.
A calm, collected and supremely assured Lisa made her exit in stunned silence, the crowd wondering if the defeat of her tormentor had broken the psychosis and left Lisa the simple straightforward megalomaniac everyone knew and despised.
Only time would tell.
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet the ‘Mania faithful with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her latest (and bloody well last if she had her way) encounter with FAWN’s Recurring Nightmare, the bendy Blackbird wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
SANE OR INSANE, DREAMY OR RED, LISA’S NO MATCH FOR THE STORM!
“No, no she is not.” the Briton confirmed. “While this newest iteration is a fearsome creature indeed, she will succumb just like every other ‘perfect’ persona. And as much as I’ll enjoy the winner’s purse, this isn’t about a paycheck. It’s a public service.” Returning her attention to the ring and the beast that would soon join her therein, Dare made her way to the corner where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo.
“Sorry to see you drew the short straw, Nicholas” Dare gave the Senior Official a small smile as she offered her knees and elbows for inspection. “I’d have enjoyed seeing how Merle’s nerves handle the strain of a Red Lisa.”
Nick suppressed a snort. “He traded with me. Our jittery friend will be covering my tab at the Lamb all the way to New Year’s Day.”
“A fair exchange if ever there was one. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe there’s a rabid dog headed this way.”
With the Oncoming Storm brewing within the confines of the squared circle, the crowd murmured in anticipation for the ‘Mania maniac. The now familiar and haunting chords of By Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension course through the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding a disturbing Dream was about to befall both them and the nemesis of the previous incarnations of the Ultimate Image.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream castt her long and blood red shadow across FAWN’s most important event.
Realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World; leaving a path of defeat and destruction behind her to reach her greatest challenge on the biggest stage, the crowd was properly reverent. The British Blackbird not so much, her string of pay-per-view wins against Lisa unprecedented between any victor and vanquished.
RED LISA:
While the flawless face and sinewy frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Personification of 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 gaze of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands at the first sign of someone failing to acknowledge her perfection.
Dream headed down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade like a feral beast, tying to disembowel 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 bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached 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.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of 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 kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, then slowly, menacingly focused her interest on the shiniest bauble in the bowl, Olivia.
There’s no formerly customary microphone in Lisa’s clutches and it’s no significant loss, as she remained unable to form a coherent sentence, relying on spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips to communicate.
As her music faded and she moved to the corner farthest from Dare, Lisa’s hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Ring Announcer declared the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“And her opponent…from New York City by way of Orlando General’s Mental Ward…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and eighteen pounds, she is FAWN’s Perfect Nightmare…Red Lisa!”
If the Bethany Christian believes making light of Dream’s stay in the Rubber Hilton was a hoot, Lisa did not. The Announcer barely escaped the squared circle with his skin.
The Ultimate Image returned to her buckles and began to SLAM her forehead into the top a half dozen times before spinning to face her bemused foe. Lisa delivers a Senton to the empty canvas in front of her, then cracked her left cheek with a half dozen wicked echoing slaps before clambering up and staring blankly at Olivia, spittle dribbling over her lower lip.
Lisa slipped the tenuous tether of her restraints the moment the bell sounded, FAWN’s Deep Red Nightmare shrieking across the ring like certain doom at the woman who’d denied her perfection time after time after ti--THWHACK!
Olivia’s approach matched her opponent’s for swiftness but far surpassed it in terms of control, as evidenced by the seemingly effortless European Uppercut she smashed offa the Dream’s chin! Utterly unprepared for such resistance from what she’d assumed hapless prey, the Cracked Image ceded most of the ground she’d just gained via a tumbling roll that nonetheless brought her to rest on one knee. Unfazed despite the power of the Englishwoman’s strike, The Dream clambered to verticality and reached for her nemesis’ hair only for Olivia to intercept with a stern Wristlock. This immediately segued into an Arm-Wringer which itself ended when the Oncoming Storm flicked her right boot up and braced it against the side of Lisa’s mug. Just like that she went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back to pull her brunette down into a THWHACKING foot on face collision.
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk8lBh2MSmY
The early serving of Sole Food bounced Dream high into the air before she hit the deck with a flat, decidedly undreamy ‘thud’. Her second recovery was almost as fast as the first, though this time the former World Champion came to facing away from her willowy adversary. This proved most costly as Dare had just enough room to build up a running start before she hopped up and drove both heels between the brunette’s shoulders! Lisa jolted forward, hit the ropes with an ominous ‘twang’ and would’ve certainly bounced back the way she’d come if she hadn’t managed to hook an arm over the top strand. Even then she crumpled to one knee, the Red Maniac looking much more discombobulated than usual as-- “HEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Dare pressed in close, grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her right knee against the nape of Dream’s neck so she could boost her plant foot off the mat and thus make Lisa carry every bit of her weight! The FAWNatics didn’t have much sympathy for The Dream, (not at all surprising considering the swath of carnage she’d cut this summer) but Nick Castle extended the same benefits to everyone under his care and it was only a matter of moments before he said, “Off her neck, ‘Liv. She’s in the ropes.”
Dare dropped away from her mount and raised both hands overhead to indicate the clean break, but when Nick stepped away she grabbed a handful of dark hair and threaded Lisa’s noggin beneath the second strand. From there she cupped both hands across the penitent lunatic’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward to wrench Lisa’s neck against the rubber-coated steel! No warning from Nick now, he simply launched into a count that the Briton ignored until he reached ‘FOUR!’
“How many times must I expose your ridiculous delusions to the world?” ‘Liv barked at Dream over Castle’s remonstrations. “And don’t even think about gibbering some nonsense in my direction. I KNOW you know who I am.”
Freed from the strands, Lisa spun around on one knee and massaged the back of her neck while staring balefully at the blonde. “Cuuuhhhh… can’t confuse me, Wannadream. I’m Lisa DrNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia charged and thrust a knee forward, driving into The Dream’s chest! Lisa was jolted backward, would’ve tumbled from the ring to the floor if Dare hadn’t caught a massive handful of hair. “I know your bloody name.” ‘Liv growled in the midst of tossing Dream onto the mat in a facedown sprawl. “At issue, dear Lisa, is that you never seem to remember mine.” Dipping low, Dare took hold of her opponent’s ankles and rolled her onto her back. “So tonight I’ll make you say my name until I’m satisfied you’ll never forget it.”
Lisa snarled something unpronounceable that the Brit ignored in favor of planting her right foot between her rival’s parted stems. Once that was done she deftly threaded The Dream’s lower legs around her own encroaching leg and dropped to one knee to effectively trap Lisa’s crossed shins in the vise of her right calf and thigh. At first it was more awkward than painful, but that changed the moment Dare put her hands on the insides of the former World Champion’s knees and pressed her legs almost flat to the canvas. Lisa wailed and sat up, the leather-clad brunette bracing both hands against the mat as she shook her head ‘no’ to negate a question of surrender that hadn’t yet been asked.
THIGH HOLD WITH SLAPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkilB3kGXlo
Olivia took the denial as a challenge, once she answered by pushing down that much harder on The Dream’s trapped gams. “Submit.” the Blackbird demanded following several seconds of the leg straining punishment. “We both know that’s your first inclination when the going gets--”
Red Lisa leaned forward and slashed a claw at the blonde’s face, forcing Dare to pull away to avoid the swipe. “Nasty Wannadream.” Lisa growled. “You’re not gonna put me back in NNNNGGGHHH!”
Olivia’s right hand flicked out to paintbrush Lisa’s cheek with a stinging Slap. “I have no interest in where you finish out your misbegotten existence.” Dare admitted once she’d returned both hands to the painful hold. “Just so long as you never again darken my door with this megalomaniacal foolishneSSEERRRGGGHHH!”
Lisa’s second attempt caught a huge handful of blonde hair and she puuuuuuuulled Dare in so close they were almost forehead to forehead. “Nuuuuhhhh… never leave you alone.” Dream promised. “Not until you say I’m perfAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Olivia pushed down until the outsides of Lisa’s knees were touching the mat, the strain on her inner thighs and causing Lisa to abandon the hair-pull to yank at her own red-streaked locks. “Is that all you want, dearest?” the Oncoming Storm murmured. “Fine, then I shall indulge you just this once.” Removing her right hand from Lisa’s knee, she flattened it into a paddle and began to SLAP The Dream’s strained face. “You’re perfect! (SLAP!) The most perfect example (SLAP!) of a petty (SLAP!) misguided (SLAP!) would-be tyrant (SLAP!) that I have EVER (SLAP!) had the misfortune of sharing a ring OOOOOOWWWWW BLOODY BYTCH!”
Lisa caught Dare’s hand coming in, yanked it in close and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between the Englishwoman’s thumb and index finger!
Castle started a count at once, but in the end it didn’t matter as Olivia abandoned the Thigh Hold to prize her trapped hand from The Dream’s maw. Scrambling to boot leather with that chewed hand held tight to her chest, Dare’s look of baleful disgust curdled to one of distressed surprise when the Waking Nightmare ignored her own copious aches to catch the blonde with a sloppy but effective Double Leg Takedown delivered from her knees!
Knees planted on either side of Dare’s hips as soon as she hit the deck, Lisa filled both hands with Olivia’s hair and began to bwunk-bwunk-BWUNK the base of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. “I’M LISA DREAM!” the madwoman shrieked at the top of her lungs. “I’M LISA DREAM AND I’M PERFECT!
Olivia had no proper answer for this, she was too busy clamping down on the brunette’s forearms in hopes of slowing the hateful bludgeoning. In this she proved successful, though it was a rather pyrrhic victory as Lisa immediately rolled onto her stomach to claim a seat on the small of her back. While her earlier ‘Dreamier’ incarnation was a top-flight technical grappler, Red Lisa had no time for such niceties. Leaning forward, she snatched a double handful of Olivia’s hair and yanked her head backward while simultaneously threading her leather-sheathed legs around the Englishwoman’s exposed noggin. Lisa cranked back on both holds soon as her ankles were locked, FAWN’s Paladin of the Padded Room roaring, “I’M PERFECT!” at the top of her lungs.
Fortunately for the few Dreamophiles in the crowd, Red Lisa retained enough of her senses to know ‘FOUR’ meant stop having fun, a bit of leftover conditioning from Sierra Mist that continued to come in handy.
Releasing her grip on Dare’s locks before Castle could disqualify, Dream also unhinged her Scissors, folded her right leg and pumped a stomp into the back of Dare’s cranium. That in turns sent Olivia’s forehead SLAMMING into the canvas.
The dazed Dare cradled her arms around her aching noggin as a snarling Lisa climbed to her feet. Sweeping her crimson-streaked brunette locks off her forehead, the Personification of Perfection considered her options and the feral Lisa snatched a wrist of the Dissipating Storm.
Lisa tugged her long-time kryptonite to vertical, meeting Olivia with a deep Toe Kick to Dare’s chiseled abs. Even the Brit’s steely midsection couldn’t halt Dare from doubling slightly and Lisa shoved the lowered head downward further until she can tug her most bitter rival forward into a Standing Headscissors.
Dream closed her thighs tight around Olivia’s temples, locking her ankles. She drew her right palm to her lips and gave it a smooch, Red Lisa grinning maniacally as she lifted the paddle, the FAWNatics revving despite despising this demented Dream, ready to watch an icon work on her Michelangelo.
And Red Lisa tore into the Bittersweet Symphony with a fury, going full two-bongos after only a few stinging single cracks. The assembled tried to keep up with the number of impacts but it’s an impossible task at The Dream’s pace, Dare’s body tensing from the blistering backside battering.
The Blackbird’s arms surrounded Lisa’s leather-covered glutes and she tried to flip the script with a Back Body Drop, but Lisa’s psychosis was not so complete she couldn’t grasp what Olivia had in mind. The Storm got Dream off the canvas a few inches, but Lisa’s arms windmilled wildly to get her back down to terra firma. Lisa ran a set of nails down Olivia’s back to convince Dare to make that her final attempt to end the butt-scalding concerto. Olivia’s spine arched in agony, the slender Englishwoman yelping as the trail marks turned rosy.
But the searing welt lines seemed to pump adrenaline directly into Dare and she immediately straightened, sending a wide-eyed Lisa ass over tea kettle, flipping to land on her tailbone. The red leather was little cushion for Lisa’s taut little ass and the landing sent a shockwave up and down Dream’s spinal column. Lisa grabbed at her cheeks, a pained sneer etched on her flawless features.
“I SAID…I’M PERFUHHAHHHCK.”
Olivia, having popped to her feet, put a perfectly placed Soccer Kick into the small of Lisa’s back, sending The Dream’s chest thrusting forward as her vertebrae curved in response to the collision.
The kick spurred Red Lisa to her feet but she turned right into a revenge Toe Kick to the tummy. And while Lisa’s midriff was undoubtedly perfect, she too was bent at the waist, gasping from the insertion of boot to breadbasket.
It’s Dare’s turn to tug Lisa’s head between her thighs and the crowd was ready for a second verse same as the first. But Olivia had something else in mind. She sent Lisa flipping up and over her frame, catching the brunette Gory-style across her back.
Even Red Lisa understood her dire circumstances and she shook her head in anticipation.
Olivia didn’t make her wait long, PLANTING perfect face and chest to mat with a textbook Gory Bomb.
GORY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJIM_wCqioE
Lisa absently bounced to her back and Dare spun into a Crossbody cover, hooking a leg for a satisfying Mania victory with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked free from the Raging Storm, prompting a look of surprise from the Blackbird if not concern. She nodded her head and pushed Lisa onto her chest, climbing atop the deflated Dream. Olivia snaked her lean lower limbs around the red leather encasing Dream’s stems, grapevining the legs of the Luscious One, stretching them wide while attacking The Dream above with a nasty Chinlock that had Lisa gritting her perfect pearlies, her head wrenched to extremely uncomfortable angles.
Caught in the Dare Snare, the FAWNatics called for Lisa’s surrender before Nick could voice his offer, the crowd chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
But instead a snorting, sputtering Red Lisa sank both sets of ruby-hued nails into the mat and pulled her way toward salvation, somehow finding the will to drag the riding Olivia along with her far enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope after a grueling dozen seconds.
Castle called for the break and, at ‘FOUR!’, Dare obliged, dismounting her rival and popping to her feet, looking fresh as a daisy, save for the perspiration covering every inch of her slender, sinewy frame.
On the other hand, Lisa looked harried. Psychotic break or no, the pounding was taking its toll as she wearily used the cables to reach her feet and turn toward a charging Dare. With her foe leading with a raised right boot aimed at the chin of The Dream, Lisa pivoted and swept the Oncoming Storm past. Olivia’s raised right flew over the top rope and she crotch-shot herself with the miss.
The Dream immediately made a bad situation worse, pushing a grimacing Dare further onto the uppermost strand until Olivia rode the rope, a palm of The Dream strategically snatching either side of Olivia’s equestrian-like position. And Red Lisa showed Dare the ride of her life, bouncing the rubber-coated steel up and down as far as she could force the springy cable, driving the line deeper and deeper into the Dare’s kitty, Olivia’s dark eyes rolling back in her head after a full ten-spot.
The smeared red ‘tear streaks’ on Lisa’s cheeks seemed to pull the corner of The Dream’s lips up and wide, Red Lisa delighting in Olivia’s agony. Momentarily satiated, and hearing Castle’s growing count, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection hauled Dare off her mount, heaving her to center stage with a modified, elevated Hip Toss, Olivia’s spine CRASHING to the canvas to increase her woes.
To her credit, the Brit pushed up to one knee as a predatory Lisa skulked into Dare’s six, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As Olivia started to push up, The Dream was off like a Crimson Comet (because she could kick Lily Burlingame’s ass). The Personification of Perfection hit the ropes and stormed toward Olivia. With Dare bent on the way up, Lisa delivered a clubbing, crashing overhand Clothesline to the back of the Blackbird’s neck, sending Olivia face-first to the canvas, delivered there by a destructive Dreamsicle.
No brain freeze for Lisa after that icy treat (or rather, no new brain freeze), she merely landed on all fours, shot the Half Nelson and tumbled ‘Liv onto her back to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare got a hand on The Dream’s chin and shoved her head back to break the cover almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Howling in outrage over the nauseatingly undreamy resistance, Lisa snatched hold of the offending wrist and THUMPED the Brit’s hand against the deck even as she swung a leg over the blonde’s torso. Dare’s other hand was secured in short order, allowing the Waking Nightmare to press it to the canvas and bear down with all her weight in a second cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia powered through Lisa’s grip to get her left shoulder up with half a second to spare. Eyes wide with fury following this latest denial, Red Lisa abruptly scooted up and planted her shins on the Englishwoman’s shoulders while the fork of her crotch rested snug against Dare’s chin. Already close, Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Oncoming Storm kicked her legs up, hooked ‘em around Lisa’s waist and rolled forward onto her tush to put Lisa’s shoulders on the canvas in an impromptu Sunset Flip. Wresting her hands from Dream’s grip the instant she was seated, Dare cinched her arms around the brunette’s thrashing thighs and leaned in hard while the FAWNatics tolled through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
The Dream popped her hips as hard as she could and tumbled backward through an impromptu somersault that set her on one knee within lunging distance of the bendy-back. Dare must’ve realized this because she started to scramble up but she’d barely made it to a knee when Lisa bowled her over with a sawed-off Spear! Dream claimed another mount, her knees digging deep into the blonde’s svelte flanks. Olivia reached for her wrists in anticipation of fighting off another pin only to voice a startled ‘HUUURRRRK!’ when the incensed brunette stuffed the middle and ring fingers of her right hand deep into her nemesis’ mouth!
“I’M PERRRRRFECT!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs even as her thumb gouged deep into the underside of Dare’s jaw. Ignoring the ‘Ooooooooohhh!’ from the crowd (Nick wasn’t certain Lisa knew what she was doing, let alone that she’d poached a finish from Olivia’s partner), the Senior Official dropped to one knee to make sure the Blackbird was keeping a shoulder off the mat at all times. And to make sure she hadn’t lost consciousness, couldn’t forget that. No chance of that at the moment, Olivia was thrashing like a livewire as she fought to prize Red Lisa’s hook from her gullet. “SAY IT!” Dream barked. “SAY IT, WANNADREAM! TELL ME I’M PERFECT!”
Dare did no such thing, instead she reached for Lisa’s chin and shrieked in muffled anguish when the Cracked Image bit her fingers again! Nick would’ve warned Lisa about the infraction if Olivia hadn’t wrenched her fingers loose and raaaaaaaaked ‘em down the brunette’s forearm. “What do you say, ‘Liv?” he asked quietly. “Need me to call for the--”
“NO BELLS!” Lisa barked at the zebra. “NO BELLS, NO ALARMS, NO DOCTORS! SHE CAN’T GO ANYWHERE UNTIL OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Desperation increasing in time with her sluggishness, Dare abruptly stopped trying to extricate the claw and focused on breaking it. Catching hold of Lisa’s pinkie in one hand and her index finger in the other, the Storm pushed back like she meant to snap both digits off at the first knuckle! The Dream pushed off and tried to step away, but Olivia sat up with her and continued to twist-- “AAAAARRRRRHHHHH!” Now it was Dare’s turn to shriek, courtesy of the perfectly-manicured nails the Deep Red Nightmare slashed across her eyes! Olivia let go at once and Lisa cleared off immediately thereafter, the former pawing at her face while the latter held that twisted fist tight against her chest.
“EVIL LITTLE WANNADREAM!” Dream didn’t simply yell, she roared at the blinded blonde. “STOP DENYING THE TRUTH! STOP DENYING ME!”
Dare said nothing and damned if the silence didn’t seem to enrage The Dream further. Backing off with that aching left hand still snug against her chest, Lisa tore forward and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK a Soccer Kick against the Storm’s sternum! Unprepared for the blow, Dare was knocked sprawling but it wasn’t long before she clambered to all fours.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDRhjK0bQoQ
“SAAAAAAAAAAY IT!” Dream unleashed another banshee shriek at Olivia’s vulnerable back. “SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!” The Thorazine Queen punctuated this demand with a gorgeous vertical leap that got a lot uglier when she kicked both legs forward and laid out flat to come THWUMPING down full-force across Dare’s lower back!
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=95fcbltDS_c
Olivia wailed, collapsed onto one shoulder and hip and was still reaching for the ropes when Red Lisa plunged both hands into her hair. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT!” Dream ‘explained’ in the midst of peeling her nemesis off the mat. She drew her in close, the willowy warriors forehead to forehead. “I’ll make you say it.”
“Yuuuhhh… you’re perfect.” Olivia mumbled. “A perfect lunaNNNGGGHHH!”
Lisa caught the Englishwoman’s head under her left arm, then reached down with her right to cradle Dare’s left leg in a tight cradle. Just like that she took the suffering bendy-back up, over and down, Olivia THWHUMPED against the thinly-sheathed plywood by the first verse in Lisa’s Ode to Perfection. The subsequent bridge was perfect (duh) and the Mania crowd leapt to its feet when Castle dropped to one knee even though they were all counting the…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Os_Oh6GrtOQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa made no effort to question the ref when Olivia kicked out, rather she sprang to boot-leather and shrieked like a klaxon siren. This wail was still careening through the rafters when The Dream skipped over her gutted prey en route to an effortlessly nimble hop onto the second strand. From there she launched back and out, Lisa getting some truly Dreamy hang time as she brought every bit of her weight crashing down atop-- “UUNNNNGGGHOOOFFFFHH!”
Dare didn’t just raise her knees, she raised ‘em, then kicked both feet straight up to better impale the descending Dream! Perfectly skewered by those British boots, Lisa could do little more than retch once Dare dipped her knees and sent the brunette tumbling most of the way to far corner.
As for ‘Liv, she was far from fresh in the wake of The Dream’s prolonged dominance, yet the relative silence was oddly galvanizing and she’d made it to verticality by the time Castle reached ‘FIVE!’ on the standing ten count. Lisa joined her at ‘EIGHT!’ though she used the ropes to expedite her trip and once there she promptly slumped against the buck-- Olivia flew in at Uppercuttin’ speed but instead of slinging her forearm she led with her tush, the Oncoming Storm just THWHUMPING Lisa’s roiling gut with a full force Hip Check!
Dare bounced away and rushed back the way she’d came, allowing Dream the space to collapse to one knee. Give the Red Devil her due, she powered to her feet and lurch-- Olivia’s second pass involved a high somersault over Lisa’s bowed head and a two-handed clutch on the brunette’s chin. Not that Lisa registered either of these elements before the low flying Blockbuster tore the former World Champion from her moorings and THAWHUNKED her down on the back of her skull!
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sbmCjezTsE
Lisa bounced like she’d been Powerbombed but though Dare wasted no time closing on her flattened foe, she swung around to Lisa’s feet rather than attempt a pin. With The Dream’s ankles collected beneath her armpits, Olivia got to her feet and hoisted Lisa up until only her shoulders and the back of her head were on the mat. Considering their position ‘Liv could’ve sent the brunette’s perfect face into the top buckle with a nasty slingshot, but Dare wasn’t after blunt force trauma. She wanted the sort of pain that lingered for days, which was why she turned Lisa onto her chest, then planted the point of her right knee in the small of Lisa’s back and dropped into a deep, DEEP crouch.
Liontamer, Olivia Dare to Lisa Dream.
LIONTAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKuZi26X0kQ
“How does it feel?” Olivia grunted.
Lisa responded with a scream of agony, Dare threatening to displace several of Lisa’s vertebrae she dipped so low.
“It’s the perfect ending,” the Storm added in a growl, loud enough for The Dream to hear it over her own howls.
Lisa’s ruby-tipped nails tore into her crimson-streaked, dark locks as she tried to disperse the pain, The Dream perhaps wishing for one of the sedatives she’d been pumped full of in her time at Orlando General’s psych ward.
Castle knelt in front of the teary-eyed brunette and asked Lisa if she wanted to surrender.
The offer shook Dream into action, Red Lisa first taking a swipe at the bastard then digging her nails into the canvas instead of her mane. Lisa slowly drew herself forward, inching toward the ropes. The Blackbird grit her teeth, trying to cement the women’s location but even through her anguish, Dream refused to allow the prospect of imperfection cloud her focus. After a dozen grueling seconds, she reached a palm for the bottom rope before Dare dragged The Dream back to the starting point to the roar of the crowd, the end of Red Lisa within sight.
Or so many must have thought. But before ‘Liv could fully reestablish, Lisa pushed up to create enough elevation to curl her head and shoulders beneath, still not fully tamed. Unfortunately for the few Dreamophiles, Dare adjusted on the fly and when the Ultimate Image voluntarily places herself in a cradle to escape the pain of the Tamer, Olivia dropped her sinewy glutes atop the back of Lisa’s knees, keeping her folded for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dream prevented her own worst nightmare, violently twisting and kicking free from an 0-5 record against the British thorn in her perfect paw.
Lisa spilled onto her chest, a hand reaching back to massage the base of her spine. Not wasting any time or opportunity, Dare snatched the limb as she mounted Lisa’s bruised backbone. Tearing self-proclaimed perfection apart piece by piece, Olivia genuflected above the splayed Dream tugging the captured limb into a potentially shoulder dislocating Armbar.
KNEELING ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=13HDg-xpJFk
Again, Castle looked into the face of perfection and saw the difference between reality and Lisa’s mind’s eye. Dream looked ragged, her red ‘tear streaks’ smeared into a rosy cloud, hair matted and tousled. Lisa bit her lower lip and shook her head when Nick obliged ‘Liv’s demand with an offer to quit.
“She knows I won’t,” Dream shouted. “She knows I’M PERFECT!”
Keeping her grip on Lisa’s arm while rising to stand, Dare planted a boot on the small of The Dream’s back and laid out to the right, bringing Lisa’s left arm with her. It’s a gruesome sight and Dream shrieked in agony from the apparent attempt to remove the limb from its socket. Lisa pulled her released limb close, cradling it as she rolled to a seated position and butt scooted to the ropes behind her.
“Do you feel perfect now?” Olivia asked.
No response from the battered brunette. Instead, she dropped to her uninjured shoulder and rolled out of the ring, backpedaling to the steel barricade behind her when she touched the floor. A disappointed Dare hovered over her foe, leaning over the top rope and shaking her head.
“There’s my answer.”
Dare slipped through the strands and dropped to the thinly padded concrete. As she did, Lisa pushed off the metal bars behind her, shooting a Toe Kick at Dare’s midriff. But the Brit intercepted and held Dream’s leg high, making Red Lisa hop on her planted boot. The Oncoming Storm pivoted and Dragon Screwed Lisa into the nearby metal ring steps, the Ultimate Image CLANGING against them, overturning the top half of the stairs while puddling at their base.
The crowd reveled in the more ferocious Storm, an unapologetic ‘Liv scooping up the ragdolled Lisa, no amount of psychotic intentions from the leather-clad lunatic able to overcome the abuse Dare heaped upon her. The Blackbird stuffed Dream back inside the squared circle, Lisa absently rolling to a stop a few feet in.
Olivia followed, hopping to the apron and stepping through the cables. She sidled behind the Waking Nightmare, dipping and collecting Lisa’s left leg and folding it. Opposite arm wrapping around Lisa’s waist, Dare launched, sending Dream straight up then painfully down, Olivia CRACKING Lisa’s shin down on her bended knee. She instantly flung the faltering Dream up and WAY over with a follow-up Belly-to-Back Suplex, continuing to extinguish the fire of Red Lisa with a mat-thumping landing on her foe’s spine.
SHIN BREAKER & BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s
Lisa ended in a lonely Matchbook, knees next to ears, perfect backside pointed to the air, the patient fully anesthetized. Olivia rose and strode to the perfectly situated Dream, planting palms atop Lisa’s leather-clad ass cheeks for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
As if roused by shock treatment, The Dream sprang open like a trap door, pushing Olivia off a decidedly lackadaisical pin and flopping to her side.
The Oncoming Storm didn’t seem particularly concerned and, considering her history with The Dream, it could be fairly understood why. Grabbing a wrist, she yanked the rubbery Lisa to her feet and spun her into an Irish Whip that sent the Ultimate Image sprinting toward the far corner.
Dare was immediately following behind, not waiting for the Red Devil to impact. And when Lisa turned and CRASHED into the buckles spine-first, the British Blackbird BURIED HER in an Avalanche Splash a split-second later, Dream seemingly incapable of stopping the Storm from raging.
Olivia stayed pressed tight against a wilting Lisa, keeping the lethargic lunatic upright. Dare scooped behind the quivering thighs of The Dream, lifting her foe to a seat on the top buckle. Once positioned, Olivia turned and tugged Lisa’s legs over her shoulders, pulling her into an Electric Chair placement and walking toward the middle with her sagging rider atop.
Reaching dead center, Olivia raised her arms up then behind the neck of the drooping Dream and the crowd realized Lisa’s about to be served an English Breakfast more painful than ingesting blood pudding. Olivia proved the truth of it when she sat out and flipped Lisa into a SMASHING landing with her signature.
ENGLISH BREAKFAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tzl3U3Dz1-s
A burned Red Lisa spread into a lifeless starfish. ‘Liv surveyed the damage, taking her sweet time to make the cover, Dare rolling to a Crossbody pin to end Dream’s nightmare with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa didn’t really kick out, she simply rolled onto her stomach to escape the predicament with less than a whisper to spare. Dare reared back on her haunches, ran a hand through her hair and snorted in either amusement or disgust. “If nothing else this new persona has made you more durable.” she noted. “The ‘old’ Lisa would’ve been shoveled off the mat and trundled to the back long before now.”
Hands flat against the mat, Dream pushed up, then tucked her head and braced that for a little more leverage. “I’m… I’m perfect.” she whispered.
Olivia shook her head ‘no’, slipped her right arm under Lisa’s left bicep in a Half Nelson and turned her onto her back. “Far from it, I’m afraid. But you’re no quitter, which is a vast improvement from the bloviating windbag I’ve battled for the last decade.” The Englishwoman took hold of Lisa’s wrists, stood up and neatly pressed her right foot against the side of Dream’s bleary mug. “Even so, you’re still little better than a wild beast and you must be dealt with accordingly. Sweet Dreams, dearest Lisa.”
“Nuuuuhhhh… I’m perfeNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Dare stomped The Dream’s head half a dozen times, a series of methodically placed blows that had even the staunchest of Dreamophobes cringing for the maniac’s safety.
INVERTED CURB STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3bKHzX8TD8
Eventually ‘Liv stopped stomping and began to pull on Lisa’s wrists even as she grrrrrrrrround the sole of her boot into Dream’s cheek. “Submit, Lisa. You’re finished.”
“NOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!”
The Oncoming Storm ended this latest round of defiance with a final stomp, then used the Wristlocks to peel Lisa to boot-leather. Switching over to a single Wristlock, Dare pointed her brunette toward the far corner and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip. Dream went mechanically, the former World Champion looking to be on autopilot as she swung around and BWUNG-THWHACK! Olivia arrived barely two steps behind and she celebrated Lisa’s arrival with a European Uppercut that would’ve put the Cracked Image on her butt if the blonde hadn’t caught a handful of hair. Drawing Lisa out just enough to take her place in the corner, Olivia boosted her way to a seat on the top turnbuckle and reeled Lisa in for a Front--
Dream’s hands flew up, smacking against the sides of ‘Liv’s face hard enough to keep her steady while she chomped down on her nemesis’ nose! Dare let loose with a nasal shriek and hammered away at Dream’s head and shoulders, but the gnawing didn’t end until Lisa gave it up for a Front Facelock of her own. She also helped herself to a grip on the Brit’s togs above her right hip, which gave her enough leverage to prize Olivia out of the corner suspended directly overhead in a Vertical Suplex stall. Holding Dare in such a position was hell on Lisa’s knee, yet the Red Menace did all that and more. Turning a slow half circle, Dream abruptly fell back to BWUUUNG Olivia’s lower back against the top buckle! A painful impact to be sure and the subsequent landing should’ve been equally unpleasant, unfortunately for the Blackbird the method to Lisa’s madness left her suspended in an impromptu Tree of Woe!
The sight of her upended adversary seemed to galvanize the madwoman as there was a notable pep in Lisa’s listing step as she hustled to the corner and mounted the ropes for the sole purpose (no pun intended) of driving her right heel into the fork of Dare’s crotch!
DREAM OF WOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzZyOMS_PcU
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ROPES!” Olivia wailed to the official and anyone else who would listen. “I’M IN THE ROOOOOOPES!”
Castle gave Lisa his customary silent five count before starting in with the verbal version because he knew damned well that The Dream wouldn’t heed anything less than threat of disqualification. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lisa hopped down and stomped away only to rush back when the Senior Official tried to prize Olivia from the ropes. “NO!” she shoved him aside. “SHE’S MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!”
Validating her claim with a double handful of blonde locks, Lisa lifted Olivia up and shoved her forward so that the Storm was in a slumped seat on the top buckle. Pleased with this arrangement, The Dream trudged her way to the second strand, then pressed all the way to the high rent district. Still holding Dare’s hair, Lisa favored the ‘Mania crowd with a crazed grin, then leapt, locked her legs around Olivia’s noggin and snapped backward into the void to ultimately land on her knees while the captive Blackbird was ripped from her moorings and THAWHAMMED down flat on her chest and belly! Dare somersaulted through to her knees before crumpling to her back again, the once raging Storm looking thoroughly becalmed by the time Lisa plopped down across her chest in a miniature Splash good for…
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqPvI_7btQA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia got a shoulder off the mat *just* before ‘THREE!’ her escape from the Avalanche Dream Driver earning a thunderous roar from the crowd and an unhinged scream from Red Lisa.
“PERFECT, PERFECT, PERFECT!” Dream gibbered as she scraped the bendy-back to her feet. “YOU KNOW I AM, WHY DO YOU DENY? HOW DO YOU DENY? HOW? HOW? HOW?”
Olivia offered no answer, not that Lisa actually waited. She simply helped herself to another Front Facelock, tossed Dare’s near arm across her shoulders and bent down to collect the blonde’s left leg in a rough Cradle. Soon as that was done Lisa muscled ‘Liv off the mat and laid out on her back to THWHUNK the Briton’s head and shoulders into the deck courtesy the Second Verse in her Ode to Perfection.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYx6xhi7jpY
The Dream almost always floated over into an immediate cover, tonight however she kept her hooks sank tight enough to hold Olivia in place when she rolled onto her stomach and clambered back to verticality. Third Verse started out like all the others only to hit full reverse when Lisa had her prey bundled overhead. Swinging ‘Liv back the way she’d came, Lisa sat out and THAWHAMMED the blonde full force into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Dare’s arms bounced over her head from the impact, otherwise she was motionless when Lisa scooted forward and draped her legs over Brit biceps for…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaLjZhQ8YYE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia shot an arm into the air, her escape a good half second faster than the last! “NOOOOOOOOO!” Lisa was on her feet in a flash, the Paladin of the Padded Room tearing at her hair as she careened toward Nick Castle. “NOOOOOO, SHE CAN’T! CAN’T DENY PERFECTION, WHY ARE YOU HELPING HER DENY ME?”
The ref raised his hands and backed off as fast as he could. “I’m not, Lisa! You’re so close, you just need to stay--”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Dream screamed in his face even as she snatched hold of the poor dope‘s collar. “YOU’RE NOT A DOCTOR! YOU’RE NOT A NURSE! YOU’RE… NOT… PERFECT!”
She raised a hand to slap at least some of the imperfection from Castle’s mug only to glance over one shoulder when the crowd started to buzz. The reason was apparent enough, ‘Liv had rolled under the bottom rope to the apron, buying some time to recover with the ropes between herself and the lunatic. Lisa didn’t much care for this so she abandoned her hold on Castle and rushed to the strands whereupon she reached over, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked the hateful Blackbird to her fee--
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” The Dream wailed in incredulous anguish as Olivia repaid the earlier nose bite with savage, molar-grinding interest! Lisa thrashed and tore at the toothy-trap, the frantic brunette scratching and slashing at Dare’s arms harder than she’d ever gone at the straightjacket in the psych ward. To no avail though, her freedom didn’t come until Nick Castle hurried over and reached ‘FOUR!’ on a brisk count. Even then Lisa didn’t get far because Olivia hooked an arm over the back of her head and pulled down so that the brunette’s throat was compressed against the rubber-coated steel.
“Shuuuuhh… should just put you out of your misery.” Dare rasped over Castle’s newest count. “Or at least out of mine.”
Jerking Lisa’s noggin offa the ropes at ‘FOUR!’, the Oncoming Storm kept her corralling arm in place to ensure The Dream couldn’t wriggle away as she began unloading European Uppercuts on the brunette’s chin. Lisa’s bottom lip was bleeding by the fifth shot, her nose joined in at nine and still Dare didn’t stop. She simply kept pounding away at those perfectly positioned features through a full baker’s dozen and all to an even twen-- “RRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Lisa twisted her head at nineteen and damned if she didn’t sink red-stained teeth into the underside of Olivia’s forearm! The Blackbird roared in fury and pain, balled her free hand into a fist and pounded it into Dream’s right ear until the archrivals broke apart with Lisa stumbling toward the center of the squared circle while ‘Liv sagged in the ro--THWHACK!
Blood loss be damned, The Dream hopped off her back foot to mash Dare’s mouth beneath her heel with a pinpoint Super Kick! Olivia tottered back to the edge of balance, her perch maintained by nothing more than a faltering one-handed grip on the top rope! Crowding in from the other side, a wild eyed Waking Nightmare leaned forward, grabbed hold of ‘Liv’s hair and pulled her back from the brink. Don’t confuse it with an act of kindness though, Lisa quickly turned around and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to collect the Englishwoman’s noggin in a Three Quarter Facelock. Then she marched forward, Dream using the grip to pull her foe up ‘n over the ropes until Olivia was suspended by her head at one end and her ankles at the other. The FAWNatics cringed but didn’t look away, not even when Lisa snapped forward and down to THAWHONK Dare’s skull into the canvas with a rope-hung Day Dreamer!
ROPE HUNG DAYDREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHMoS6dGSss
Such a maneuver should’ve left ‘Liv flat on her face in an insensate sprawl, yet funny things happened at ‘Mania, as evidenced by the way she timbered onto her back and continued on all the way to her knees. This flummoxed Lisa for no more than a few heartbeats. Once they passed she buried her claws in Olivia’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. No hesitation, no histrionics, The Dream just leapt, landed on the blonde’s shoulders and torqued backward as hard as she could to SPIKE Dare’s head against the canvas with her second Dream Driver of the night. Olivia slopped over onto her back and Lisa collapsed atop of her, the battered, bloodied lunatic barely able to collect the far leg while Castle and a chorus of thousands tolled the…
DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKn0RTTovFc
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Red Lisa did a push up on the carcass of the defeated Brit, maintaining her straightened arms while looking out on the amazed crowd as if the Ultimate Image had known all along.
With one palm pressing down on Olivia’s chest and the other her foe’s crotch, Dream noded over the unconscious Dare, doing what some, hell most, thought she could never accomplish. She’s defeated the woman with the best record against her, against anyone. No one wrestler ever dominated another at Pay-Per-Views like Dare had Dream. And now Red Lisa broke the streak in becalming the Oncoming Storm.
A hot, crimson mess, Lisa shoved her way to a seat next to the splayed, comatose Blackbird. Dream ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping the red-streaked locks off her forehead then scrubbing her face and peeking through her fingers as if to confirm what she believed was real actually was.
Seeing the insensate Dare still sleeping off the Driver, Lisa stumbled to her feet and called for a microphone, which she’s handed by a FAWN flunky through the cables. The Dream moved to a standing straddle of her nemesis.
As if born again, washed in the perspiration it took to exorcise the demon Dare, a familiar countenance reemerged on the Personification of Perfection. This was no feral animal, but a woman who knew herself to be the best ever to stand within a ring.
“Welcome me back Wannadreams, whether you count yourself among Dreamophiles and Dreamophobes. You are honored guests of my return. The Prodigal Daughter is amongst you. Sisters of Mercy. Dr. Blassenville. Sierra Mist. Jenny Jacobs. And at long last… Olivia Dare. All pathetic urchins who were blinded and beaten by the greatness of Lisa Dream.
Some created an image of what they wanted me to be. Others created a monster. Still others were consumed by the monster. The monster is gone. Burned to a cinder by my success. What I am now is what I was before and what I will always be.
Perfect.”
Classic Dream dropped the stick on the softly gulping tummy of the demolished Dare, Olivia once and finally left in the Waking Nightmare’s wake.
A calm, collected and supremely assured Lisa made her exit in stunned silence, the crowd wondering if the defeat of her tormentor had broken the psychosis and left Lisa the simple straightforward megalomaniac everyone knew and despised.
Only time would tell.