Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 0:34:21 GMT
The crowd waited in rapt anticipation for the long-time captain of G-Thang to step up for a chance never afforded her. With the so-called Dreamophobes in a frenzy, ready for anyone, even the Terrible Texan to end the reign of Lisa Legend and her psychotic scarlet counterpart, the speakers crackled to life with the catchy if oddly threatening ‘Bubble Gum Bitch’ from Marina and the Diamonds’.
BUBBLE GUM B*TCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto
The usual cascade of boos absent, Mendoza strolled to center stage, the spicy Latina’s simmering, dark eyes laser focused. Gabby seemed not to realize the mostly favorable reaction she’s getting, the FAWNatics and G-Money proving strange bedfellows at Spring Break.
GABBY MENDOZA:
Gabby drew both sets of fingers down her lithe, golden-brown frame then blew on the tips as if they’re on fire so hot was the Silky-G. With a barrage of lustful hoots accompanying her, Mendoza made her way down the ramp, though even lackadaisical observers were quick to note a lack of G-Honey, Ginnifer Chadwick noticeable in her absence at Gabby’s biggest moment.
If she’s upset it wasn’t showing, periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s lips in classic Gabby fashion.
Adorned in her increasingly iconic black lace panties beneath a plaid mini-skirt and matching black bustier, the Babyfaced Killer’s bounty was given an extremely flattering boost. Her tawny, sinewy legs were encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bent deep at the waist then swept her upper body toward the inside of the ring…
… only to stop halfway. She turned to the nearest lens and gave a ‘come hither’ wink, any tension she might have with her golden opportunity not apparent.
Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the squared circle, moved to the middle as her music faded and offered a playful curtsy as she inflated another enormous pink sphere from between her rosy lips. Mendoza made sure it grew too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The Announcer took it as his cue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your final match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Irving, Texas, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Baby-faced Killer, G-Money, GABBY MENDOZA!!!!!”
The lovely Latina chewed furiously at her wad, moving to the corner nearest the entrance and rising to the heights, demanding The Dream come down to take her beating and give up her prize. Tossed a microphone, Mendoza raised it to her lips, stuffing her gum into a cheek to clear the way for her vocal cords.
“Get your crazy ass down here, old woman,” she shouted. “You might have been an Image to behold a dozen years ago. Now you’re just a placeholder waiting for G-Money to cash in.”
Gabby tossed the stick to the arena floor below, dropped to the canvas, and moved to her corner to await the champion.
Apparently, Christian’s ran out of crazy to throw against the Ultimate Image. Tonight, there was only proving a next gen Wannadream was as sadly lacking as her own contemporaries and the assembled were so graced when O Fortuna echoed through the arena portending the immaculate arrival.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appeared, moving to center stage, taking the spotlight figuratively and literally. The crowd spewed their venom and Lisa looked upon them with utter disdain, every single one jealous of her perfection instead of celebrating it.
LISA DREAM:
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawless ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of excellence even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
Satisfied with her bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection moving gracefully down the ramp and aisle, then ascending the ring steps with all the surety of someone who’s known from birth she’s without a single shortcoming.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
The Luscious One moved to the middle as her music faded, unfastened her belt, and raised it high, staring a hole through her challenger. To no one’s surprise, she had a microphone in her opposite hand.
“It’s time for you to learn the price of perfection and the folly of believing you can measure up. Time for you to be tossed back into the pit of mediocrity from whence you crawled.”
Lisa tossed the microphone at Mendoza and Gabby batted it away with a scowl.
Dream was clad in her iconic, skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Her long, black cowhide pants reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa gazed at Gabby disdainfully and the Announcer used the lull to declare the arrival of the title holder.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream handed her belt to Castle who brought it to an attendant for safekeeping. Moving to her corner, the “sane” megalomaniac version of The Dream stretched both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on the bubble-blower, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Wannadreams.
Final inspections complete, Castle turned away from Lisa to address the Timekeeper only to look over his shoulder when Lisa snapped her fingers and demanded, “Don’t even THINK about calling for the bell, Castle.”
Genuinely perplexed by this demand, the Senior Official said, “Ummmmhhh, this is usually the time when the bell rings, champ.”
“That’s Ms. Dream to you, Wannazebra. And how dare you lecture me on protocol when that… delinquent,” she jabbed an accusatory finger across the ring to Gabby Mendoza, “is blatantly flaunting the rules!”
Nick frowned, looked from Lisa to Gabby and back again. After a moment he asked, “Are you worried about her gum?”
“Knock the incredulity out of your voice when speaking to me, Castle. Cuh-LEARLY I am talking about her gum. Make the disgusting little Wannadream spit it out right now, or I’ll file a grievance with HR about unsanitary working conditions.”
Familiar enough with Lisa and her moods to understand that further argument was pointless, Nick strode across the ring, slipping a plastic glove over one hand in the process.
Watching his approach with a wry smile, the Babyfaced Killer murmured, “You know I’ve got a whole pack, right?”
“Yep.” Castle extended a hand. “And far as I’m concerned, you can have as much as you want as soon as the bell sounds.”
Mendoza smiled, removed the bright orange glob and placed it in the zebra’s proffered palm.
Displaying the fruits of his labor to the Personification of Perfection, Nick said, “Satisfied?”
“Soon as you dispose of it properly.” Lisa sniffed.
Castle did as bade, peeling the glove off so it ended up inside out with the gum trapped inside. Once that was done he stuffed it into an empty pocket and flicked a signal to the Timekeeper.
Mendoza bounded from her corner at the CLANG, the former Tag and Lightweight Champion clearly eager to get her hands on FAWN’s big golden prize. Lisa appeared slightly less enthused, though this brand of hesitation seemed born of her usual disdain and not the ill-concealed disgust she’d displayed for her more recent challengers. “So you’re the first ‘norm’ Christian could muster, I take it?” Dream sighed as she closed on the shorter brunette. “I suppose you’ll do in a pinch, but after that parade of freaks and lunatics, your blandness is far more tiresome than I’d-”
Lisa shut up and twisted aside fast, the multi-time World Champ barely avoiding the Super Kick Gabby tried to staple to her chin! Eyes wide with incredulity, The Dream stammered, “Did you just… just… INTERRUPT me?”
Mendoza shrugged, but gave the champ a knowing little wink. “Yeah, yeah I did. Got a problem with it…Bytch-face?”
“BYTCH-FACE!?” Lisa swayed on the spot like the Texan had actually struck her with something other than words. “Why you insolent little--”
Too angry to finish her thought, Lisa reared back for a Knife-Edge Chop only to let out a startled yelp when Gabby CRACKED her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap! The Dream’s hand flew to her aggrieved features but got intercepted by a Knuckle-lock from the challenger. Yanking the linked limbs to six o’clock to put Lisa up on tiptoe, Mendoza took off toward one of the neutral corners with Dream lagging a few steps behind. Soon as the distance was right Gabs sprang to the middle strand and from there to the high rent district whereupon she jumped back to the canvas and laid out on one side to send the Luscious One tumbling across the canvas with a silky-smooth Springboard Armdrag!
SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NtkyjOCTus
Dream rolled through to all fours, hurried to verticality and barked “How DARE you put those gum-sticky fingers on OOOOFFFFHH!” Mendoza charged, leapt and drove both boots into the champ’s chest with a Dropkick that put Lisa right back on the deck. The Ultimate Image scrambled up and threw herself into an immediate backpedal, Dream extending one hand to ensure the charged-up challenger kept her distance. “Check her boots, Castle!” the brunette pleaded. “They’re stickier than the floor of a movie theater and twice as disgustNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza charged in with a Clothesline at the ready, her right arm smashing across Lisa’s clavicle with more than enough force to send The Dream tumbling over the top rope to the floor below! “YEAH, BEEYOTCH!” Gabby hopped onto the second rope and strapped an invisible title around her waist to a surprising amount of cheers from those assembled. “GET YOUR PSYCHO ASS BACK IN HERE SO I CAN STOMP IT ALL OVER AGAIN!”
The Dream did nothing of the sort, in fact she did quite the opposite, clambering to boot-leather so she could wave the challenger back. “Duuuhhhh… do your job, Castle!” she demanded. “Keep this Wannadream away from OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Delighted by each and every opportunity to interrupt the champion, Mendoza seized the top rope in both hands, hopped up and swung her legs through the gap between bottom and middle ropes to THWHUMP a Pendulum Dropkick into The Dream’s pert chest!
Lisa ceded several steps by way of a drunken stumble but she didn’t actually go down, so Gabby pulled back into the ring, scrambled to her feet and raced for the far side of the ring. Unaware of this impending calamity, the Personification of Perfection shambled toward the squared circle without so much as a glance until the roar of the crowd pulled her attention upward. She got the briefest glimpse of the Wannadream diving headlong between the ropes and THWHAP!
Lisa’s Dreamy reflexes kicked in at just the right time, the cagey veteran springing off her back foot to smash a perfect European Uppercut offa Gabby’s chin *just* as the Babyfaced Killer was coming through the strands. Mendoza’s head snapped up and the rest of her folded over the middle rope, Gabz transformed from dervish to dishrag in the span of one perfect second. Nodding with obvious satisfaction, The Dream rounded on the capacity crowd and snarled, “Did you really, REALLY think that this cud-chewing brat was a legitimate threat to Perfection? Did you? DID YOU?”
Their combined reply was far too much an affirmative for Lisa’s liking, so she turned back to Gabby and reeled her hanging head into a Front Facelock. With that done she slung the Texan’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a healthy hank of the challenger’s plaid skirt. It was about that time that Mendoza started coming around, balling her free hand into a fist she spanked against Lisa’s flawless flank no less than half a dozen times. Alas it wasn’t enough to prevent The Dream from pulling her back and up, Lisa muscling her imperfect opposition directly overhead for a Vertical Sup--“HNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Ultimate Image of Vicious Vengeance spun in place, marched toward the barricade and simply deposited Mendoza gut-first atop the unforgiving steel!
Mendoza flopped like a fish out of water and tumbled loose from that gawdawful perch only to endure a full baker’s dozen of Stomps that Lisa rained down on her shoulder, hip, thigh and glutes. “If one of you neck beards so much as lifts a finger to help her I swear to all that is perfect I’ll break your fat little fingers!” she sneered at the front row fans. “This Wannadream is MINE!”
Claim thusly staked, Lisa made her way to the apron so she could roll under the bottom rope just long enough to break Castle’s count. “C’mon Lisa, get it back in the ring.” he pleaded on her way out.
“Just as soon as I’ve proved my point.” Dream answered without so much as a glance.
Crossing the narrow aisle in a few long strides, Lisa grabbed a rough double handful of hair and tugged Mendoza into what was almost a Standing Headscissors. Smiling now, the domineering brunette casually flipped up the challenger’s plaid skirt before she rubbed her palms together to get the Symphony properly warmed up.
But before the perfect overture began, the Terrible Texan wrapped her arms around Lisa’s leather-encased legs and roared as she straightened, sending a wide-eyed Lisa up and over, her back SMASHING across the top of the barricade, the champ hung out to dry on her spinal column as opposed to Gabby with her tummy.
Mendoza motioned the nearest neckbeard to hold Lisa’s legs to better her foe’s balance while Gabby brought a hammer down with a wicked Clothesline across the horizontal Lisa’s throat. The Dream tumbled back within the divider, flipping to a landing on her face and chest, but reaching for her aching backbone, the landing on the metal pole the worse of the double play.
“I’m no instrument for you to tune, Bytchface,” Mendoza grunted, grasping Lisa by the noggin with both hands, yanking her up and hustling her to the ring’s edge before stuffing her under the bottom rope at Castle’s count of ‘SEVEN’. The golden-skinned Latina climbed the nearest corner from the outside, reaching the top as Lisa Legend staggered to her feet and wobbles in a circle, trying to find her challenger.
Her dark eyes bulged as Gabby’s already airborne when Lisa found her, extended legs leading the way. The lithe lower limbs clamped around the temples of the Ultimate Image and, throwing her frame in reverse, Mendoza RIPPED Lisa off her feet with a Hurricanrana, landing in a schoolgirl press on the flattened Lisa, Gabby’s shins atop The Dream’s biceps, Lisa’s chin wedged tightly into the Texan’s privates. Mendoza raised an arm high and lifted her fingers to Nick’s slaps of the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
The two-time, two-time champion lifted her legs, slipping them under Gabby’s armpits and shoved the limbs forward, delivering Mendoza to her shoulders, Lisa sitting in a winning position, her legs atop Mendoza’s squirming arms for…
ONE…
Gabby threw a shoulder up and rolls out of the predicament, scrambling to her feet a tick in front of the seasoned veteran. She used the spare second to launch into a dropkick that catches The Dream flush on the jaw. The leather-clad lovely pirouettes and, after the 360, dropped to one knee, pools glassy. She tried to blink her way back to coherence, but Mendoza wasn’t waiting. The Babyfaced Killer headed to the ropes in front of her foe and rebounded, racing at Lisa and grabbing The Dream’s head as she flipped by, PLANTING Lisa’s back and the back of her skull to the deck with a Running Neckbreaker.
RUNNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygB6tUyiJsQ
Gabby dove to a seated position at the crown of Lisa’s head and, when a drained Dream rose to a seat in front of her, Mendoza quickly locked her legs in a Scissors over The Dream’s hips and captured the arms of the Ultimate Image in a Full Nelson. Securing, Gabby leaned forward and whispers in the Lisa’s ear.
“Now you’re going to learn how we play bongos in the Lone Star, Bytchface.”
The Babyfaced Killer leeeeaned back, lifting Lisa into her lap and, as Mendoza’s shoulders touched the canvas, she thrust her pelvis up and forward, directing the champ HIGH before sending Lisa’s tailbone diving into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Keister Bounce. Lisa’s face was etched in pain, while the Dreamophiles in the stands appeared gleeful at the legend’s embarrassment. Of course, once was not enough for the gum-chomping great. She took Lisa for another ride, back, up and DOWN. Dream mewled in pain, the throbbing of her bruised bum clearly making its way throughout her frame.
And when the FAWNatics cheered for one more, the usually despised Latina provides a little fan service, Dream getting a Three Amigos-worth of bounces!
Gabby disengages and popped to her feet, chewing on her pink wad strenuously as she watched a whimpering Dream slip her hands beneath her backside and knead at her perfect posterior. Silky G was on her bicycle quickly, sprinting to the ropes in front of Dream, U-turning out of the cables, then DRIVING a boot into Lisa’s chin, flattening the wincing Dream to the canvas, Lisa in La-La Land.
But Mendoza didn’t go for the cover. She swiveled through a flamenco dance to the nearest corner where she ascended with easy grace. Turning to face her target, Mendoza launched high into the Orlando night, tucking into a ball at her zenith before getting froggy on the way down, stretching to demolish Lisa with a Splash across her…KNEES!
The former Psych ward resident pulled up her leather-clad caps and used them to impale the descending G-Money. A bug-eyed Gabby rolled away from the impact, groaning. She ended on her back, rocking from side to side while hugging her belly, trying to keep her internal organs in place. For her part, Lisa wasn’t exactly quick to rise, but it becomes evident why when she crawled to Mendoza and waited for Gabby to reach all fours in front of her.
Looking as if she’s taking the ‘up position’ in a collegiate wrestling match, The Dream slid alongside on one knee next to the groaning Texan. Lisa snatched Gabby’s near elbow with her left hand then shovels her right between Silky G’s legs, grinding a crotch claw under Gabby’s skirt and deep into her foe’s spandex-covered undercarriage.
Mendoza squealed in surprise and as Lisa ‘chewed’ into her foe’s flower, and yelped in anguish, while a few froth bubbles collected in the corners of The Dream’s mouth, perhaps portending a crimson arrival. Gabby’s thighs tightened reflexively around the wrist attached to the invading fingers. Lisa leaned into the teary-eyed Latina, taking her to the canvas and releasing her savage upward hook to ride the splayed, facedown Mendoza, thumping brawny forearms into either side of the challenger’s skull.
Leaving Gabby a wreck from the bombardment, The Dream seemed more composed as she rose, taking a moment to wipe her right hand across the back of Gabby’s dark mop.
“That’s how you chew with a purpose, Wannadream,” Lisa growled.
The Ultimate Image rose and laid into Mendoza’s spine with a barrage of boots, finally convincing an arched Mendoza to roll to her back. Instantly, Lisa Legend hopped over the splayed G-Money. She leapt into the middle rope and vaulted into a back flip, CRASHING down across open golden tummy with her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy-GoXEiXqY
Already in prime pinning position, the World Champion pressed deep into her Crossbody position, hooking the far leg for good measure and picking up a huge win outside the psychotic sphere Bethany had placed her in for months with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby kicked free to the astonishment of The Dream, jaw dropping wide as she’s pushed up to her haunches next to the Babyfaced Killer, pink wad nearly dribbling from between Gabby’s lips.
“How the hell dare you!” Lisa shouted.
The Dream slapped the gooey sugar all the way out, sending that ball of Bubblicious flying into the first row.
“Insolent little troll,” Lisa huffed in the midst of using a double handful of hair to haul Mendoza to verticality. “Thinking you could just chow down on another piece of that disgusting confection when I EXPRESSLY forbid you from doing so! That sort of insubordination is punished quite severely in The Dream’s NNNGGHH!”
Gabby was doubled over, not defenseless, as the World Champion learned when the other brunette jabbed a stiff elbow into the pit of her stomach. Half a dozen more elbows made the grip in her hair grew considerably less perfect, allowing Mendoza to answer with a hair-hold of her own. “You’re not gonna forbid me from anything, hag.” Gabs emphasized this point with a quick slap to Lisa’s porcelain perfection. “And when I win that title the first thing I’m gonna do is stick my gum in the center of your nameplaOOFFFFHHHH!”
The Dream answered with a Kneelift that landed dangerously close to Mendoza’s waistband. Swatting those grubby little fingers from her luscious locks, Lisa doubled down on her own grip to reel Gabby into a Muy Thai-style clinch that let her punish G-Money’s abs with several more Kneelifts. Shifting into position beside her prey once Gabby’s knees began to shiver, The Dream pulled her up and ran straight to the nearest corner to BWUUUNG Mendoza’s forehead against the canvas-coated steel!
Bounced outta the champion’s clutches by her impact with the buckle, Mendoza whipped around and retreated to the center, her path listing back and forth like an ingénue that’s had one too many during a hard night of club hopping. Quick to seize upon this vulnerability, Lisa raced by on Gabby’s right, catching a handful of hair as she passed. Rather than carry such an imperfect burden along in her wake, The Dream spun ‘round in front of the challenger, shifting her control from one hand to the other in the process. Taking to the skies as soon as the handoff was complete, Lisa came down on her knees while Gabby was THWHUMPED down on her face and chest as victim to a Dreamy Reverse Slingblade.
REVERSE SLINGBLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOUpXtHGJ7o
Head swimming from the consecutive impacts, Mendoza clambered to all fours and trundled toward the ropes in search of even a brief reprieve.
“Where do you think you’re going? Out for another gum break? I don’t think so, Wannadream!” The Ultimate Image of Confectionary Censorship buried her hands in Gabby’s hair and used it like a leash to march the penitent lovely to the edge of the squared circle? “Is this what you wanted?” Lisa grabbed the middle rope one handed and gave it a teasing shake. “THIS can’t save you from me, Wannadream! Everything in this arena is merely another tool at my disposal! Observe!” With that The Dream tugged her prey forward and through, Mendoza forced to brace her hands on the edge of the apron to keep from pitching to the outside. As for Lisa, she swung around on the Texan’s six, planted a foot on either side of her hips and leaned forward to lay claim to Gabby’s biceps.
“ROPES!” Gabby barked. “I’M IN THE ROPES, NICKEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Lisa tugged the challenger’s arms up and back, draping them over the second strand. Once those were out of the way Dream caught Mendoza’s chin in both hands and settled in deep for a Camel Clutch made all the more unpleasant because it bent Gabby’s neck backward against the middle rope!
“Look at yourself, you’re pathetic!” Lisa shouted over Mendoza’s wailing and Castle’s incessant nagging. “You’re no more threatening than a bully in an after school special, what gives you the right to challenge PERFECTION?”
Gabby’s jaw was clenched tight enough to prevent a proper answer, so the Senior Official butted in with a brusque, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lisa raised her hands and disengaged without comment, though her perfect features were twisted in a little moue of disgust. Gabby finally managed to extract herself from the champion’s binding but she chose to stay right where she was, hoping that Castle would keep Dream occupied while she tried to work the painful kinks out of her neck. In this the ref was at least partially successful as he bore the brunt of Lisa’s ire for almost ten seconds before her attention returned to the trounced Texan.
“Recess is over, brat!” Dream announced as she buried a hand in Gabby’s battle-damp hair. “Back to the lesson at hand!”
Scraping her foe outta the strands like, well, like a wad of gum, actually, Lisa yanked Gabs to verticality, spun her around and promptly secured a Front Facelock. This allowed her to guide Mendoza to the middle of the ring, where she slung the other brunette’s left arm across her shoulders and hooked her tight behind the left knee. Such an arrangement meant any number of unpleasant possibilities and in this case the outcome was as mean as it was rare, the World Champ spinning out to land on her back while simultaneously THWHAMMING Gabby down on the back of her head and shoulders with the seldom-seen Ode to Perfection, Verse Four! Maintaining the Cradle upon impact, Lisa bunched up and brought her right leg over, turning the landing into a Dreamy Inside Cradle that kept Mendoza stacked high and tight through…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE FOUR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyziGCqZmVM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Silky-G kicked out with half a second to spare, the challenger flopping onto her belly with both arms strapped across the back of her pounding noggin. Beside her, Lisa pushed to one knee and made a show of smoothing down her hair and adjusting her leather before casually clamping down on Gabby’s plaid waistband.
“What is this nonsense?” she asked no one in particular. “Some sort of half-assed defense against my Bittersweet Symphony? How on earth did you ever expect it to work?”
Without waiting for an answer she doubled her grip and yanked down with all her considerable might! The skirt didn’t rip, but it most certainly slid well south of the challenger’s knees, leaving Mendoza in her bustier and simple black lycra briefs. The sudden disrobing earned a roar of delight and derision from the crowd and utter shock from the Texan, Gabby twisting onto her back in an effort to escape The Dream’s clutches and was rewarded with a viper-quick thumb to the eye!
“BYTCH!” Gabs’ hands flew to her face and she collapsed to the mat even as she felt the hateful tugging resume. “YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY YOU EVER F*CKED WITH OOOOFFFFHHH!”
“Shut up.” Lisa demanded, the Ultimate Image of Sartorial Stripping driving a stomp into her opponent’s navel the instant she peeled the skirt free of its owner. Mendoza cursed a response, tried to land a Mule Kick and caught nothing but a quick kick to the chin instead. As for the skirt’s new owner, she twirled it over her head, but made no effort to throw it into the clamoring sea of hands. “As if I’d indulge you in such salacious nonsense.” The Dream sniffed. “If you mouth-breathing Wannadreams want the feel of this smutty scrap against your disgusting skin, you’ll have to experience it vicariously through this piece of undeserving trash.”
No one was quite sure what to make of that statement until Lisa circled around to Mendoza’s head and yanked her to a woozy seat. “I already know it comes off of one end, I wonder if you can put it on from the other?” Gabby didn’t get a chance to respond before the World Champion slipped the shorn skirt down over her head, not like a garrote or collar, but a suffocating mask she pulled tight against the Texan’s startled features!
“MMMMRRPPPPHHHHHHH! MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!” Gabs scraped and clawed at the traitorous fabric and when that did nothing she reached back to worry at Lisa’s wrists, a defense that The Dream considered little more than an annoyance.
“Why are you fighting so hard, Wannadream?” the Personification of Perfection chirped. “No one’s going to remember your face anyway, not when you’re sharing a ring with me!”
A gagging and gasping Gabby’s dark eyes bulge, her face turning rosy with her windpipe partially collapsed from The Dream’s use of her skirt. Lisa pulled Mendoza to her feet with the plaid apparel and swung her from side to side.
Finally, Castle held Lisa to FAWN’s lax standards, counting when G-Money’s tongue poked from between her lips from the continued choke. At ‘FOUR’, Lisa relented, pulling the skirt from around Gabby’s throat. She faked a toss into the crowd, several in the front row reaching for the air in front of them like Pavlovian dogs.
“Were you even listening to what I just said?” the World Champion scolded. “That’s why you’re Wannadreams and I’m The Dream Fulfilled. She tossed the skirt to Nick. “Put this in my corner.”
The man shook his head and threw it about three rows deep into the FAWNatics, Lisa furious.
“Who do you think you are, little man? I ought to play a Symphony on you.”
The flash of a rising Gabby caught the corner of the champ’s eye and Dream turned the rage to her challenger, meeting the Texan with a delving Toe Kick to bronzed tummy, a still breathless Gabby doubling at the impact. Mendoza groaned as her head was pulled forward between the cowskin-covered stems of perfection.
“Are we ready now?” Lisa asked.
With Mendoza stuck in the Standing Headscissors, The Dream apparently was prepared. She fashioned her hands into paddles and CLAPPED BACKSIDE, scalding Gabby’s cheeks with echoing spanks, Silky-G rising to tiptoes as the burn of the Bittersweet caused her legs to clench. Butt cheeks joining those on her face in a flush, the Personification of Perfection finished with a flourish. She provided a scorching crescendo before disembarking from her Scissors.
With a mewling Mendoza still bent over, waving air over her blistered buns, Lisa took off to the ropes at her challenger’s side. She rebounded at full speed, drawing an overhand Clothesline in a loop that CRASHED into the back of Gabby’s neck. Mendoza splattered face-first to the deck, a victim of Lisa’s signature Dreamsicle.
With Mendoza on her chest, unmoving, Lisa dropped to her knees next to the gobsmacked Gabby and rolled the lethargic challenger to her back, Mendoza spreading out in a wide starfish, dead to the world. The Dream took the open invitation. Mounting Gabby in a kneeling straddle and leaning forward, she wrapped her palms around the Latina’s wrists, pinning them and her foe’s shoulders to the canvas emphatically for the…
ONE…
TWO…
G-Money wasn’t ready to cash in yet, throwing a shoulder up with a second to spare, somehow finding an untapped supply of adrenaline to keep herself alive in the fight to become FAWN’s new queen.
Still straddling Gabby, who’s turned ninety degrees offering her right shoulder and hip to the hovering brunette, The Dream grabbed the black lycra left covering the scarlet derriere of her opponent.
“They wanted your skirt, Wannadream. I wonder what they’ll do for what’s left.”
Dream snatched the waistband of the black spandex, YANKING it upward, drawing a yelp of pain from Gabby and an uncomfortable shift of her legs on either side of the stretched spandex, the space-age polymer pulled deep into the crack between the tawny hillocks.
Perhaps reacting out of reflex to protect her searing bum, Mendoza blindly spins off her left shoulder and hip to her back, bringing a right backfist with her. It THUMPED into Lisa’s flawless features flush and Dream was sent tumbling off her mount. The women scrambled in opposite directions and struggled to their feet, Lisa reaching vertical first.
The Ultimate Image sprinted at Mendoza, leaping into a Flying Crossbody across Gabby’s chest. Silky G lived up to her moniker, somehow dipping into a Matrix-like bridge, Dream shooting over the top, her empty crash landing rattling the ring and drawing a murmur of excitement from the crowd.
Mendoza pulled out of her bridge, wobbled through a turn to find the champ, and met the ascending Dream with a Dropkick to the chest that sent Lisa staggering to the buckles behind her, spine colliding into the corner.
Spinning and jogging to the opposite buckles, Gabby slipped a pink stick between her lips and started to chew. She raised a hand and got considerable applause considering the general surliness she usually shared with the FAWNatics. The sinewy Latina sprinted across the canvas, charging toward a forceful impact when she pulled up a foot short and bytch slapped the bejeezus out of Lisa’s left cheek.
“Now you’re a literal bytchface, psycho,” G-Money informed.
Mendoza scooped her arms under the hammies of a rocked Dream and vaulted her to a seat on the top buckle. The Babyfaced Killer climbed to the middle strands and pogoed off the springy cables, her legs surrounding The Dream’s noggin and, when she backflipped to the deck, the Hurricanrana sent Lisa for a wild ride. The champ SPLASHEED to the deck, landing on her spine. She skidded to a stop and reached for the base of her vertebrae.
Reenergized, the challenger kipped to her feet and turned to find the stubborn Dream halfway to vertical, stooped to collect a few more bearings before straightening. It’s a silver platter full of revenge, but instead of returning a Dreamsicle, Gabby goes to her own bag of tricks, leaping and laying her right leg across the back of the Dream’s braincase then riding her down to a disastrous faceplant courtesy Gabby’s G-Spot.
G-SPOT @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU
The Ultimate Image flopped absently to her back from the blasting impact, ending in starfish, gazing blankly into the rafters, the FAWNatics daring to believe.
A beaming Mendoza crawled to the dazed Dream and unbuttoned her leather pants. She slipped both sets of fingers under the front waistband and got to some peeling of her own, drawing the black cowskin over the Dream’s hips and down the slender ivory stems, perfection revealed against The Dream’s will.
Lisa sat up in a state of shock, her eyes regaining their focus, the hazel eyes like lasers until a risen Gabby delivers a soccer kick to the champ’s chin, flattening her foe once more, The Dream’s arms splayed overhead. G-Money moves to Lisa’s ankles and shimmies the boots of the title holder through the bunched leather, finally stripping Lisa’s iconic leather leggings.
“I’m keeping these as a trophy,” Gabby announced, wrapping them around the back of her neck as a sort of cowskin scarf. She collected Lisa’s ankles again and spread the now-bared gams wide, The Dream waking enough to realize her predicament. But instead of begging off, her eyes gain a manic focus, Lisa snorting and frothing. There’s a hint of concern in Gabby’s dark peepers at a possible Red Arrival, but it didn’t stop her from leaping, both legs extended within Lisa’s, as she landed her lower limbs atop The Dream’s in a drop that thumps them down on the brunette’s stems and stretches her foe’s groin muscles to the snapping point.
A feverish Dream sat up, spitting bubbles of saliva from the corners of her mouth, apparently not feeling the pain that came with such a delivery. But a startled G-Money didn’t panic in the face of Red Lisa, folding her right leg and shooting outward, STUFFING it into the Dream’s kitty, the CRUNCH too much for even Lisa’s manic personality to ignore. She implodes around the impact folding into a fetal ball.
Recognizing a golden opportunity when it crumpled beneath her heel, Mendoza scrambled to her knees and worked her arms beneath Lisa’s legs, the better to wedge her shoulders into the pits of The Dream’s knees. Just like that she cinched her arms around the champion’s upper thighs and bulled forward, Gabby stacking Lisa on her shoulders in an urgently snug Matchbook made rather tawdry by the partial disrobing of both parties. Credit to Nick Castle, his focus never left The Dream’s shoulders, which remained glued to the canvas through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A banshee roar confirmed the arrival of Red Lisa as the Ultimate Image of Manic Malevolence powered free of the predicament with half a second to spare. Gabs shook her head in frustration but stayed spearmint cool as caught her opponent in a Front Facelock before the fevered Dream had a chance to make it off her tummy. “Where do ya think you’re going, bytch face?” Mendoza stretched out almost flat and set her toes in a sort of push-up position to keep the other brunette as close to the canvas as possible. “We’re not done down EERRRHH!”
Red Lisa responded by raaaaaaaaaking her nails up Gabby’s flanks and shoulders before focusing her attention on the Texan’s chapped cheeks, the Dream’s crimson alter-ego seemingly quite aware of the damage inflicted by the Bittersweet Symphony.
Mendoza hissed through clenched teeth but would not break her grip to escape the champion’s claws. Instead she pushed up on her toes (shooting her tush into the air earned a cheer she registered only because it coincided with the end of that vicious clawing) and lunged in with a short Knee Strike that THUNKED the crown of Red Lisa’s noggin! She groaned, spat something indecipherable and promptly resumed her escape efforts with a barrage of punches unleashed just above her attacker’s hip--
“SSSSEEERRRRGGGGGGHHH AAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Gabby answered with a Kneelift directly to her foe’s navel. In the next breath she transitioned from Facelock to Chinlock and tumbled through a quick somersault that left her bridged on her tiptoes at one end and the crown of her skull at the other. “ASK HER!” Mendoza bellowed to Nick as she jounced and jostled in place to exacerbate the agonizing torque of her Big League Chancery! “ASK THE CRAZY BYTCH FACE IF SHE QUITS!”
BIG LEAGUE CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkI8Nz5Zxjs
Down on one knee directly in front of the action, Castle did as the challenger bade. “What do you say, Lisa? Need me to call it? Just say the word and I’ll--”
“Go to hell, Mr. Doctor.” the Waking Nightmare growled. “This one is miNNNEEERRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Red Lisa’s feet thrashed against the mat as Mendoza bridged even higher, the former Lightweight Champion leaving it all in the ring to get her hands on FAWN’s biggest prize.
“Don’t think so, beeyotch!” Gabby said with a ferocious smile. “You belong to me now! And I’m gonna expose you as the bytch-face you really--” Mendoza went from confident to concerned in the blink of an eye because Lisa wrapped both hands around her wrists and pulled in opposite directions. The Babyfaced Killer was no one’s idea of a powerhouse, yet she wasn’t a weakling either, so it was rather disconcerting to watch Red Lisa slowly prize the Chinlock apart.
Aware that she needed to keep the crimson crazy grounded at all costs, Gabby abandoned the bridge to twist over into a mount on her opponent’s lower back, a bit of deft maneuvering that slipped her hands from Red Lisa’s grasp. Free save for this odious piggyback ride, the champ powered to all fours and was on her way to full verticality when the Terrible Texan THUMPED a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of Red’s back.
The Ultimate Image of Slavering Savagery hit the mat with a groan that became a roar of anger when Mendoza shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Just like that she scampered up and dropped her derriere on the chump’s chest. Not for a cover, but to lead the FAWNatics in her first championship sing along. Plunging her hands into Red Lisa’s hair, Mendoza pulled the pinned brunette’s chin into the fork of her crotch and called out, “SAY IT WITH ME NOW, PEOPLE!”
With that she began to BOUNCE-BOUNCE bounce-bounce-bounce on Red Lisa’s chest! It was a simple beat, one that’d made her one of only three Oil Baroness’ in the company’s history. And though the Pit had been closed for a while, the FAWNatics still remembered the words. ‘QUIT, QUIT, BYTCH-FACE, QUIT!’
Gabby nodded, grinning from ear to ear as she continued to brutalize that perfect bounty with Baroness-grade booty. And of course she sang the lyrics herself, turning it into a mantra of sorts as she hammered and bounced. “Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face OOOOOWWWWW!”
Red Lisa’s hands shot up, grabbed hold of the challenger’s togs and pulled them up in a merciless wedgie *just* as Mendoza was coming down! Instinctively rising to deal with the worst of the sting, G-Money got launched clear of the Red Menace when Red Lisa braced her hands against those encroaching cheeks and pushed as hard as she could.
The takeoff was ugly, thankfully the landing was much better, Mendoza coming down on one knee a short distance from the World Champion. Rounding on Red Lisa even before she’d finished fixing her much tugged togs, Gabby backed up a few steps to ensure she had enough room to get a running start. Said start came the moment Red made it to boot-leather, Mendoza rushing in like a Dream-destroying hurricane to hop up and lace her hands across the back of the taller woman’s head. Gabby’s right shin rose to meet Red Lisa’s cheek and actually found it, yet that manic bubble remained intact because the Cracked Image locked her hands beneath the challenger’s tush to bring Gabby’s descent to a screeching halt.
Giggling in Mendoza’s ear without seeming to realize it, Red Lisa turned her makeshift seat into a Cradle by hooking her right arm around G-Money’s left thigh. Gabs didn’t like this one bit and she drove frantic punches into the champion’s flank, but these didn’t stop Big Red from corralling her head in a Front Facelock. Turning in a half circle once she had Silky-G firmly in her clutches, Red Lisa locked eyes with everyone on the other side of the hard camera and cooed, “Dream on.” Then she rocked up on her heels and laid out flat to THWONK Gabby’s forehead into the canvas with The Last Ode to Perfection!
LAST ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpVG4yZiU10
Mendoza popped up and rolled to one side, her golden aspirations seemingly banished to Dreamland after the bludgeoning impact. The Dream would’ve gone for a cover, her Redder Half on the other hand however plunged a claw into the Texan’s hair and hauled her upright. Oblivious to the growing jeers, Red Lisa spun a half circle, reached over her right shoulder and caught Mendoza’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. From there she pushed up on her left foot, kicked her right leg forward and brought it slicing back to bring both ladies down on their stomachs, although Gabby’s landing also included the nauseating THUNK of skull on plywood.
DAY DREAMER @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0
Left facedown on the mat like a wad of discarded gum, Gabby offered only the faintest of moans when Red Lisa shoveled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the demented, domineering champion settling into a classic Schoolgirl pin while Castle and the rest of the Spring Breakers counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The CLANG of the bell usually meant a return for Lisa Classic, tonight however, FAWN’s Great Crimson Nightmare was still very much in the driver’s seat when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… LISA DREAM!”
An attendant carried the World Championship to Castle. He slipped through the ropes, grabbed it and drew it between the cables to present it to the champ. But the woman now straddling the unconscious G-Money on her knees, murmuring and frothing as she stared down at the snoozing Mendoza, wasn’t the title holder who started the match nor the one who usually reappeared after a win.
Not wanting to forsake Gabby to Red Lisa’s devices but also not wanting to end his night in a hospital, Nick tossed the belt in the general direction of the Red Menace. It landed a few feet from her, the landing startling Lisa’s manic alter ego into action.
She POUNDED away on the skull of the defenseless Latina. After a dozen fists, Lisa looked to the rafters and shrieks, seemingly remembering a slight earlier in the night.
She slid up Gabby’s motionless frame into a Front Face Sit, her leatherless legs folded and framing the baby face of the Terrible Texan.
“You…die…now!” Lisa spat, quite literally.
She rose to her knees and SLAMMED her ass down on Mendoza’s features. Then did it again. And again. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. The Red Menace using her own chant.
“DIE…NURSE GABBY…DIE. DIE…NURSE GABBY…DIE!”
The FAWNatics don’t seem nearly as interested in picking this one up as Lisa continued to pogo atop the face of the limp and helpless Texan, Gabby nothing more than a prop for the crimson crazy until, finally, a murmur from the crowd turned into a roar.
Racing down the ramp, the two remaining ambulatory members of Muy Caliente flew to the ring and slid under the strands. Still in their gear, the slightly haggard Soshana Soto, having been a part of a losing effort in the Tag Title match, nevertheless leapt to her feet alongside the fresher Cuban Missile Sofia Garcia. They had the unflagging focus of the Red Lisa in their favor, the former mental ward resident not picking up on the crowd’s excitement or indeed Caliente’s arrival in the ring as she continued to bounce on Mendoza’s mug.
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The Scarlet Psycho managed one more foaming iteration of her mantra, jackhammering Gabby’s face with her undercarriage before the spicy duo tackled her from atop the ragdolled challenger.
Red Lisa scrambled to her feet, ready to wildly rip and tear into anyone or thing interrupting her, but the spicy youngsters were locked and loaded, showing no fear in the face of the lunatic. Soshana leapt into a pirouetting Spin Kick to Lisa’s temple, sending the roseate rage queen into a 180-degree turn of her own. The Missile then took flight. She sprang with legs extended, the golden-brown lower limbs shutting tight around Lisa’s noggin from behind.
Garcia threw her body into a backflip, RIPPING Red off the deck and SPIKING the wackadoo World Champ’s skull into the mat.
REVERSE HURRICANRANA @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X4NmKwmEv0
The shellshocked Lisa’s momentum drew her up to a kneeling position, where the sedated Red Menace timbered to a hip and shoulder then absently rolled out of the ring, before dropping to the floor, the patient anesthetized into a scarlet puddle.
Speaking of jellied wrestlers, Muy Caliente scrambled to Mendoza’s side, trying to rouse her. It took several soft slaps of the cheek before Gabby awoke with a flinch. She pushed off her fellow Latinas and butt scooted her way to the ropes to gain some bearings.
Lil So-So and Sofia offered their palms plaintively, trying to reassure the confused Mendoza they meant no harm and Gabby, after a moment or two of wide-eyed concern, permitted the truth to sink in. Silky G allowed the women to close when she found her legs too rubbery to stand on her own. Muy Caliente assisted G-Money up and off the deck, sneaking under each shoulder and leading her to the ring’s edge nearest the exit.
As the threesome made their way through the ropes and dropped to the arena floor, Lisa stirred. After seeming her normal self on her way back to awareness, she saw her bared legs and began to twitch. Castle, sensing an opportunity, gathered up the World Title and quickly handed it over, distracting Lisa with her favorite shiny object.
Dream hugged the gold faceplate close allowing Muy Caliente and the lethargic failed challenger between them to make an escape unfettered, the team showing G-Money kindness she may not have deserved, but without a doubt, what she needed.
BUBBLE GUM B*TCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1eQLw0Nwto
The usual cascade of boos absent, Mendoza strolled to center stage, the spicy Latina’s simmering, dark eyes laser focused. Gabby seemed not to realize the mostly favorable reaction she’s getting, the FAWNatics and G-Money proving strange bedfellows at Spring Break.
GABBY MENDOZA:
Gabby drew both sets of fingers down her lithe, golden-brown frame then blew on the tips as if they’re on fire so hot was the Silky-G. With a barrage of lustful hoots accompanying her, Mendoza made her way down the ramp, though even lackadaisical observers were quick to note a lack of G-Honey, Ginnifer Chadwick noticeable in her absence at Gabby’s biggest moment.
If she’s upset it wasn’t showing, periodic pink bubbles blossoming from between Mendoza’s lips in classic Gabby fashion.
Adorned in her increasingly iconic black lace panties beneath a plaid mini-skirt and matching black bustier, the Babyfaced Killer’s bounty was given an extremely flattering boost. Her tawny, sinewy legs were encased in thigh high black nylons with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bent deep at the waist then swept her upper body toward the inside of the ring…
… only to stop halfway. She turned to the nearest lens and gave a ‘come hither’ wink, any tension she might have with her golden opportunity not apparent.
Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the squared circle, moved to the middle as her music faded and offered a playful curtsy as she inflated another enormous pink sphere from between her rosy lips. Mendoza made sure it grew too big for the confectionary to remain inflated, the pink film bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
The Announcer took it as his cue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your final match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Irving, Texas, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Baby-faced Killer, G-Money, GABBY MENDOZA!!!!!”
The lovely Latina chewed furiously at her wad, moving to the corner nearest the entrance and rising to the heights, demanding The Dream come down to take her beating and give up her prize. Tossed a microphone, Mendoza raised it to her lips, stuffing her gum into a cheek to clear the way for her vocal cords.
“Get your crazy ass down here, old woman,” she shouted. “You might have been an Image to behold a dozen years ago. Now you’re just a placeholder waiting for G-Money to cash in.”
Gabby tossed the stick to the arena floor below, dropped to the canvas, and moved to her corner to await the champion.
Apparently, Christian’s ran out of crazy to throw against the Ultimate Image. Tonight, there was only proving a next gen Wannadream was as sadly lacking as her own contemporaries and the assembled were so graced when O Fortuna echoed through the arena portending the immaculate arrival.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appeared, moving to center stage, taking the spotlight figuratively and literally. The crowd spewed their venom and Lisa looked upon them with utter disdain, every single one jealous of her perfection instead of celebrating it.
LISA DREAM:
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawless ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of excellence even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
Satisfied with her bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection moving gracefully down the ramp and aisle, then ascending the ring steps with all the surety of someone who’s known from birth she’s without a single shortcoming.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
The Luscious One moved to the middle as her music faded, unfastened her belt, and raised it high, staring a hole through her challenger. To no one’s surprise, she had a microphone in her opposite hand.
“It’s time for you to learn the price of perfection and the folly of believing you can measure up. Time for you to be tossed back into the pit of mediocrity from whence you crawled.”
Lisa tossed the microphone at Mendoza and Gabby batted it away with a scowl.
Dream was clad in her iconic, skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Her long, black cowhide pants reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa gazed at Gabby disdainfully and the Announcer used the lull to declare the arrival of the title holder.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream handed her belt to Castle who brought it to an attendant for safekeeping. Moving to her corner, the “sane” megalomaniac version of The Dream stretched both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on the bubble-blower, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Wannadreams.
Final inspections complete, Castle turned away from Lisa to address the Timekeeper only to look over his shoulder when Lisa snapped her fingers and demanded, “Don’t even THINK about calling for the bell, Castle.”
Genuinely perplexed by this demand, the Senior Official said, “Ummmmhhh, this is usually the time when the bell rings, champ.”
“That’s Ms. Dream to you, Wannazebra. And how dare you lecture me on protocol when that… delinquent,” she jabbed an accusatory finger across the ring to Gabby Mendoza, “is blatantly flaunting the rules!”
Nick frowned, looked from Lisa to Gabby and back again. After a moment he asked, “Are you worried about her gum?”
“Knock the incredulity out of your voice when speaking to me, Castle. Cuh-LEARLY I am talking about her gum. Make the disgusting little Wannadream spit it out right now, or I’ll file a grievance with HR about unsanitary working conditions.”
Familiar enough with Lisa and her moods to understand that further argument was pointless, Nick strode across the ring, slipping a plastic glove over one hand in the process.
Watching his approach with a wry smile, the Babyfaced Killer murmured, “You know I’ve got a whole pack, right?”
“Yep.” Castle extended a hand. “And far as I’m concerned, you can have as much as you want as soon as the bell sounds.”
Mendoza smiled, removed the bright orange glob and placed it in the zebra’s proffered palm.
Displaying the fruits of his labor to the Personification of Perfection, Nick said, “Satisfied?”
“Soon as you dispose of it properly.” Lisa sniffed.
Castle did as bade, peeling the glove off so it ended up inside out with the gum trapped inside. Once that was done he stuffed it into an empty pocket and flicked a signal to the Timekeeper.
Mendoza bounded from her corner at the CLANG, the former Tag and Lightweight Champion clearly eager to get her hands on FAWN’s big golden prize. Lisa appeared slightly less enthused, though this brand of hesitation seemed born of her usual disdain and not the ill-concealed disgust she’d displayed for her more recent challengers. “So you’re the first ‘norm’ Christian could muster, I take it?” Dream sighed as she closed on the shorter brunette. “I suppose you’ll do in a pinch, but after that parade of freaks and lunatics, your blandness is far more tiresome than I’d-”
Lisa shut up and twisted aside fast, the multi-time World Champ barely avoiding the Super Kick Gabby tried to staple to her chin! Eyes wide with incredulity, The Dream stammered, “Did you just… just… INTERRUPT me?”
Mendoza shrugged, but gave the champ a knowing little wink. “Yeah, yeah I did. Got a problem with it…Bytch-face?”
“BYTCH-FACE!?” Lisa swayed on the spot like the Texan had actually struck her with something other than words. “Why you insolent little--”
Too angry to finish her thought, Lisa reared back for a Knife-Edge Chop only to let out a startled yelp when Gabby CRACKED her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap! The Dream’s hand flew to her aggrieved features but got intercepted by a Knuckle-lock from the challenger. Yanking the linked limbs to six o’clock to put Lisa up on tiptoe, Mendoza took off toward one of the neutral corners with Dream lagging a few steps behind. Soon as the distance was right Gabs sprang to the middle strand and from there to the high rent district whereupon she jumped back to the canvas and laid out on one side to send the Luscious One tumbling across the canvas with a silky-smooth Springboard Armdrag!
SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NtkyjOCTus
Dream rolled through to all fours, hurried to verticality and barked “How DARE you put those gum-sticky fingers on OOOOFFFFHH!” Mendoza charged, leapt and drove both boots into the champ’s chest with a Dropkick that put Lisa right back on the deck. The Ultimate Image scrambled up and threw herself into an immediate backpedal, Dream extending one hand to ensure the charged-up challenger kept her distance. “Check her boots, Castle!” the brunette pleaded. “They’re stickier than the floor of a movie theater and twice as disgustNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza charged in with a Clothesline at the ready, her right arm smashing across Lisa’s clavicle with more than enough force to send The Dream tumbling over the top rope to the floor below! “YEAH, BEEYOTCH!” Gabby hopped onto the second rope and strapped an invisible title around her waist to a surprising amount of cheers from those assembled. “GET YOUR PSYCHO ASS BACK IN HERE SO I CAN STOMP IT ALL OVER AGAIN!”
The Dream did nothing of the sort, in fact she did quite the opposite, clambering to boot-leather so she could wave the challenger back. “Duuuhhhh… do your job, Castle!” she demanded. “Keep this Wannadream away from OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Delighted by each and every opportunity to interrupt the champion, Mendoza seized the top rope in both hands, hopped up and swung her legs through the gap between bottom and middle ropes to THWHUMP a Pendulum Dropkick into The Dream’s pert chest!
Lisa ceded several steps by way of a drunken stumble but she didn’t actually go down, so Gabby pulled back into the ring, scrambled to her feet and raced for the far side of the ring. Unaware of this impending calamity, the Personification of Perfection shambled toward the squared circle without so much as a glance until the roar of the crowd pulled her attention upward. She got the briefest glimpse of the Wannadream diving headlong between the ropes and THWHAP!
Lisa’s Dreamy reflexes kicked in at just the right time, the cagey veteran springing off her back foot to smash a perfect European Uppercut offa Gabby’s chin *just* as the Babyfaced Killer was coming through the strands. Mendoza’s head snapped up and the rest of her folded over the middle rope, Gabz transformed from dervish to dishrag in the span of one perfect second. Nodding with obvious satisfaction, The Dream rounded on the capacity crowd and snarled, “Did you really, REALLY think that this cud-chewing brat was a legitimate threat to Perfection? Did you? DID YOU?”
Their combined reply was far too much an affirmative for Lisa’s liking, so she turned back to Gabby and reeled her hanging head into a Front Facelock. With that done she slung the Texan’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a healthy hank of the challenger’s plaid skirt. It was about that time that Mendoza started coming around, balling her free hand into a fist she spanked against Lisa’s flawless flank no less than half a dozen times. Alas it wasn’t enough to prevent The Dream from pulling her back and up, Lisa muscling her imperfect opposition directly overhead for a Vertical Sup--“HNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Ultimate Image of Vicious Vengeance spun in place, marched toward the barricade and simply deposited Mendoza gut-first atop the unforgiving steel!
Mendoza flopped like a fish out of water and tumbled loose from that gawdawful perch only to endure a full baker’s dozen of Stomps that Lisa rained down on her shoulder, hip, thigh and glutes. “If one of you neck beards so much as lifts a finger to help her I swear to all that is perfect I’ll break your fat little fingers!” she sneered at the front row fans. “This Wannadream is MINE!”
Claim thusly staked, Lisa made her way to the apron so she could roll under the bottom rope just long enough to break Castle’s count. “C’mon Lisa, get it back in the ring.” he pleaded on her way out.
“Just as soon as I’ve proved my point.” Dream answered without so much as a glance.
Crossing the narrow aisle in a few long strides, Lisa grabbed a rough double handful of hair and tugged Mendoza into what was almost a Standing Headscissors. Smiling now, the domineering brunette casually flipped up the challenger’s plaid skirt before she rubbed her palms together to get the Symphony properly warmed up.
But before the perfect overture began, the Terrible Texan wrapped her arms around Lisa’s leather-encased legs and roared as she straightened, sending a wide-eyed Lisa up and over, her back SMASHING across the top of the barricade, the champ hung out to dry on her spinal column as opposed to Gabby with her tummy.
Mendoza motioned the nearest neckbeard to hold Lisa’s legs to better her foe’s balance while Gabby brought a hammer down with a wicked Clothesline across the horizontal Lisa’s throat. The Dream tumbled back within the divider, flipping to a landing on her face and chest, but reaching for her aching backbone, the landing on the metal pole the worse of the double play.
“I’m no instrument for you to tune, Bytchface,” Mendoza grunted, grasping Lisa by the noggin with both hands, yanking her up and hustling her to the ring’s edge before stuffing her under the bottom rope at Castle’s count of ‘SEVEN’. The golden-skinned Latina climbed the nearest corner from the outside, reaching the top as Lisa Legend staggered to her feet and wobbles in a circle, trying to find her challenger.
Her dark eyes bulged as Gabby’s already airborne when Lisa found her, extended legs leading the way. The lithe lower limbs clamped around the temples of the Ultimate Image and, throwing her frame in reverse, Mendoza RIPPED Lisa off her feet with a Hurricanrana, landing in a schoolgirl press on the flattened Lisa, Gabby’s shins atop The Dream’s biceps, Lisa’s chin wedged tightly into the Texan’s privates. Mendoza raised an arm high and lifted her fingers to Nick’s slaps of the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
The two-time, two-time champion lifted her legs, slipping them under Gabby’s armpits and shoved the limbs forward, delivering Mendoza to her shoulders, Lisa sitting in a winning position, her legs atop Mendoza’s squirming arms for…
ONE…
Gabby threw a shoulder up and rolls out of the predicament, scrambling to her feet a tick in front of the seasoned veteran. She used the spare second to launch into a dropkick that catches The Dream flush on the jaw. The leather-clad lovely pirouettes and, after the 360, dropped to one knee, pools glassy. She tried to blink her way back to coherence, but Mendoza wasn’t waiting. The Babyfaced Killer headed to the ropes in front of her foe and rebounded, racing at Lisa and grabbing The Dream’s head as she flipped by, PLANTING Lisa’s back and the back of her skull to the deck with a Running Neckbreaker.
RUNNING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygB6tUyiJsQ
Gabby dove to a seated position at the crown of Lisa’s head and, when a drained Dream rose to a seat in front of her, Mendoza quickly locked her legs in a Scissors over The Dream’s hips and captured the arms of the Ultimate Image in a Full Nelson. Securing, Gabby leaned forward and whispers in the Lisa’s ear.
“Now you’re going to learn how we play bongos in the Lone Star, Bytchface.”
The Babyfaced Killer leeeeaned back, lifting Lisa into her lap and, as Mendoza’s shoulders touched the canvas, she thrust her pelvis up and forward, directing the champ HIGH before sending Lisa’s tailbone diving into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Keister Bounce. Lisa’s face was etched in pain, while the Dreamophiles in the stands appeared gleeful at the legend’s embarrassment. Of course, once was not enough for the gum-chomping great. She took Lisa for another ride, back, up and DOWN. Dream mewled in pain, the throbbing of her bruised bum clearly making its way throughout her frame.
And when the FAWNatics cheered for one more, the usually despised Latina provides a little fan service, Dream getting a Three Amigos-worth of bounces!
Gabby disengages and popped to her feet, chewing on her pink wad strenuously as she watched a whimpering Dream slip her hands beneath her backside and knead at her perfect posterior. Silky G was on her bicycle quickly, sprinting to the ropes in front of Dream, U-turning out of the cables, then DRIVING a boot into Lisa’s chin, flattening the wincing Dream to the canvas, Lisa in La-La Land.
But Mendoza didn’t go for the cover. She swiveled through a flamenco dance to the nearest corner where she ascended with easy grace. Turning to face her target, Mendoza launched high into the Orlando night, tucking into a ball at her zenith before getting froggy on the way down, stretching to demolish Lisa with a Splash across her…KNEES!
The former Psych ward resident pulled up her leather-clad caps and used them to impale the descending G-Money. A bug-eyed Gabby rolled away from the impact, groaning. She ended on her back, rocking from side to side while hugging her belly, trying to keep her internal organs in place. For her part, Lisa wasn’t exactly quick to rise, but it becomes evident why when she crawled to Mendoza and waited for Gabby to reach all fours in front of her.
Looking as if she’s taking the ‘up position’ in a collegiate wrestling match, The Dream slid alongside on one knee next to the groaning Texan. Lisa snatched Gabby’s near elbow with her left hand then shovels her right between Silky G’s legs, grinding a crotch claw under Gabby’s skirt and deep into her foe’s spandex-covered undercarriage.
Mendoza squealed in surprise and as Lisa ‘chewed’ into her foe’s flower, and yelped in anguish, while a few froth bubbles collected in the corners of The Dream’s mouth, perhaps portending a crimson arrival. Gabby’s thighs tightened reflexively around the wrist attached to the invading fingers. Lisa leaned into the teary-eyed Latina, taking her to the canvas and releasing her savage upward hook to ride the splayed, facedown Mendoza, thumping brawny forearms into either side of the challenger’s skull.
Leaving Gabby a wreck from the bombardment, The Dream seemed more composed as she rose, taking a moment to wipe her right hand across the back of Gabby’s dark mop.
“That’s how you chew with a purpose, Wannadream,” Lisa growled.
The Ultimate Image rose and laid into Mendoza’s spine with a barrage of boots, finally convincing an arched Mendoza to roll to her back. Instantly, Lisa Legend hopped over the splayed G-Money. She leapt into the middle rope and vaulted into a back flip, CRASHING down across open golden tummy with her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy-GoXEiXqY
Already in prime pinning position, the World Champion pressed deep into her Crossbody position, hooking the far leg for good measure and picking up a huge win outside the psychotic sphere Bethany had placed her in for months with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby kicked free to the astonishment of The Dream, jaw dropping wide as she’s pushed up to her haunches next to the Babyfaced Killer, pink wad nearly dribbling from between Gabby’s lips.
“How the hell dare you!” Lisa shouted.
The Dream slapped the gooey sugar all the way out, sending that ball of Bubblicious flying into the first row.
“Insolent little troll,” Lisa huffed in the midst of using a double handful of hair to haul Mendoza to verticality. “Thinking you could just chow down on another piece of that disgusting confection when I EXPRESSLY forbid you from doing so! That sort of insubordination is punished quite severely in The Dream’s NNNGGHH!”
Gabby was doubled over, not defenseless, as the World Champion learned when the other brunette jabbed a stiff elbow into the pit of her stomach. Half a dozen more elbows made the grip in her hair grew considerably less perfect, allowing Mendoza to answer with a hair-hold of her own. “You’re not gonna forbid me from anything, hag.” Gabs emphasized this point with a quick slap to Lisa’s porcelain perfection. “And when I win that title the first thing I’m gonna do is stick my gum in the center of your nameplaOOFFFFHHHH!”
The Dream answered with a Kneelift that landed dangerously close to Mendoza’s waistband. Swatting those grubby little fingers from her luscious locks, Lisa doubled down on her own grip to reel Gabby into a Muy Thai-style clinch that let her punish G-Money’s abs with several more Kneelifts. Shifting into position beside her prey once Gabby’s knees began to shiver, The Dream pulled her up and ran straight to the nearest corner to BWUUUNG Mendoza’s forehead against the canvas-coated steel!
Bounced outta the champion’s clutches by her impact with the buckle, Mendoza whipped around and retreated to the center, her path listing back and forth like an ingénue that’s had one too many during a hard night of club hopping. Quick to seize upon this vulnerability, Lisa raced by on Gabby’s right, catching a handful of hair as she passed. Rather than carry such an imperfect burden along in her wake, The Dream spun ‘round in front of the challenger, shifting her control from one hand to the other in the process. Taking to the skies as soon as the handoff was complete, Lisa came down on her knees while Gabby was THWHUMPED down on her face and chest as victim to a Dreamy Reverse Slingblade.
REVERSE SLINGBLADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOUpXtHGJ7o
Head swimming from the consecutive impacts, Mendoza clambered to all fours and trundled toward the ropes in search of even a brief reprieve.
“Where do you think you’re going? Out for another gum break? I don’t think so, Wannadream!” The Ultimate Image of Confectionary Censorship buried her hands in Gabby’s hair and used it like a leash to march the penitent lovely to the edge of the squared circle? “Is this what you wanted?” Lisa grabbed the middle rope one handed and gave it a teasing shake. “THIS can’t save you from me, Wannadream! Everything in this arena is merely another tool at my disposal! Observe!” With that The Dream tugged her prey forward and through, Mendoza forced to brace her hands on the edge of the apron to keep from pitching to the outside. As for Lisa, she swung around on the Texan’s six, planted a foot on either side of her hips and leaned forward to lay claim to Gabby’s biceps.
“ROPES!” Gabby barked. “I’M IN THE ROPES, NICKEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Lisa tugged the challenger’s arms up and back, draping them over the second strand. Once those were out of the way Dream caught Mendoza’s chin in both hands and settled in deep for a Camel Clutch made all the more unpleasant because it bent Gabby’s neck backward against the middle rope!
“Look at yourself, you’re pathetic!” Lisa shouted over Mendoza’s wailing and Castle’s incessant nagging. “You’re no more threatening than a bully in an after school special, what gives you the right to challenge PERFECTION?”
Gabby’s jaw was clenched tight enough to prevent a proper answer, so the Senior Official butted in with a brusque, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lisa raised her hands and disengaged without comment, though her perfect features were twisted in a little moue of disgust. Gabby finally managed to extract herself from the champion’s binding but she chose to stay right where she was, hoping that Castle would keep Dream occupied while she tried to work the painful kinks out of her neck. In this the ref was at least partially successful as he bore the brunt of Lisa’s ire for almost ten seconds before her attention returned to the trounced Texan.
“Recess is over, brat!” Dream announced as she buried a hand in Gabby’s battle-damp hair. “Back to the lesson at hand!”
Scraping her foe outta the strands like, well, like a wad of gum, actually, Lisa yanked Gabs to verticality, spun her around and promptly secured a Front Facelock. This allowed her to guide Mendoza to the middle of the ring, where she slung the other brunette’s left arm across her shoulders and hooked her tight behind the left knee. Such an arrangement meant any number of unpleasant possibilities and in this case the outcome was as mean as it was rare, the World Champ spinning out to land on her back while simultaneously THWHAMMING Gabby down on the back of her head and shoulders with the seldom-seen Ode to Perfection, Verse Four! Maintaining the Cradle upon impact, Lisa bunched up and brought her right leg over, turning the landing into a Dreamy Inside Cradle that kept Mendoza stacked high and tight through…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE FOUR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyziGCqZmVM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Silky-G kicked out with half a second to spare, the challenger flopping onto her belly with both arms strapped across the back of her pounding noggin. Beside her, Lisa pushed to one knee and made a show of smoothing down her hair and adjusting her leather before casually clamping down on Gabby’s plaid waistband.
“What is this nonsense?” she asked no one in particular. “Some sort of half-assed defense against my Bittersweet Symphony? How on earth did you ever expect it to work?”
Without waiting for an answer she doubled her grip and yanked down with all her considerable might! The skirt didn’t rip, but it most certainly slid well south of the challenger’s knees, leaving Mendoza in her bustier and simple black lycra briefs. The sudden disrobing earned a roar of delight and derision from the crowd and utter shock from the Texan, Gabby twisting onto her back in an effort to escape The Dream’s clutches and was rewarded with a viper-quick thumb to the eye!
“BYTCH!” Gabs’ hands flew to her face and she collapsed to the mat even as she felt the hateful tugging resume. “YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY YOU EVER F*CKED WITH OOOOFFFFHHH!”
“Shut up.” Lisa demanded, the Ultimate Image of Sartorial Stripping driving a stomp into her opponent’s navel the instant she peeled the skirt free of its owner. Mendoza cursed a response, tried to land a Mule Kick and caught nothing but a quick kick to the chin instead. As for the skirt’s new owner, she twirled it over her head, but made no effort to throw it into the clamoring sea of hands. “As if I’d indulge you in such salacious nonsense.” The Dream sniffed. “If you mouth-breathing Wannadreams want the feel of this smutty scrap against your disgusting skin, you’ll have to experience it vicariously through this piece of undeserving trash.”
No one was quite sure what to make of that statement until Lisa circled around to Mendoza’s head and yanked her to a woozy seat. “I already know it comes off of one end, I wonder if you can put it on from the other?” Gabby didn’t get a chance to respond before the World Champion slipped the shorn skirt down over her head, not like a garrote or collar, but a suffocating mask she pulled tight against the Texan’s startled features!
“MMMMRRPPPPHHHHHHH! MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!” Gabs scraped and clawed at the traitorous fabric and when that did nothing she reached back to worry at Lisa’s wrists, a defense that The Dream considered little more than an annoyance.
“Why are you fighting so hard, Wannadream?” the Personification of Perfection chirped. “No one’s going to remember your face anyway, not when you’re sharing a ring with me!”
A gagging and gasping Gabby’s dark eyes bulge, her face turning rosy with her windpipe partially collapsed from The Dream’s use of her skirt. Lisa pulled Mendoza to her feet with the plaid apparel and swung her from side to side.
Finally, Castle held Lisa to FAWN’s lax standards, counting when G-Money’s tongue poked from between her lips from the continued choke. At ‘FOUR’, Lisa relented, pulling the skirt from around Gabby’s throat. She faked a toss into the crowd, several in the front row reaching for the air in front of them like Pavlovian dogs.
“Were you even listening to what I just said?” the World Champion scolded. “That’s why you’re Wannadreams and I’m The Dream Fulfilled. She tossed the skirt to Nick. “Put this in my corner.”
The man shook his head and threw it about three rows deep into the FAWNatics, Lisa furious.
“Who do you think you are, little man? I ought to play a Symphony on you.”
The flash of a rising Gabby caught the corner of the champ’s eye and Dream turned the rage to her challenger, meeting the Texan with a delving Toe Kick to bronzed tummy, a still breathless Gabby doubling at the impact. Mendoza groaned as her head was pulled forward between the cowskin-covered stems of perfection.
“Are we ready now?” Lisa asked.
With Mendoza stuck in the Standing Headscissors, The Dream apparently was prepared. She fashioned her hands into paddles and CLAPPED BACKSIDE, scalding Gabby’s cheeks with echoing spanks, Silky-G rising to tiptoes as the burn of the Bittersweet caused her legs to clench. Butt cheeks joining those on her face in a flush, the Personification of Perfection finished with a flourish. She provided a scorching crescendo before disembarking from her Scissors.
With a mewling Mendoza still bent over, waving air over her blistered buns, Lisa took off to the ropes at her challenger’s side. She rebounded at full speed, drawing an overhand Clothesline in a loop that CRASHED into the back of Gabby’s neck. Mendoza splattered face-first to the deck, a victim of Lisa’s signature Dreamsicle.
With Mendoza on her chest, unmoving, Lisa dropped to her knees next to the gobsmacked Gabby and rolled the lethargic challenger to her back, Mendoza spreading out in a wide starfish, dead to the world. The Dream took the open invitation. Mounting Gabby in a kneeling straddle and leaning forward, she wrapped her palms around the Latina’s wrists, pinning them and her foe’s shoulders to the canvas emphatically for the…
ONE…
TWO…
G-Money wasn’t ready to cash in yet, throwing a shoulder up with a second to spare, somehow finding an untapped supply of adrenaline to keep herself alive in the fight to become FAWN’s new queen.
Still straddling Gabby, who’s turned ninety degrees offering her right shoulder and hip to the hovering brunette, The Dream grabbed the black lycra left covering the scarlet derriere of her opponent.
“They wanted your skirt, Wannadream. I wonder what they’ll do for what’s left.”
Dream snatched the waistband of the black spandex, YANKING it upward, drawing a yelp of pain from Gabby and an uncomfortable shift of her legs on either side of the stretched spandex, the space-age polymer pulled deep into the crack between the tawny hillocks.
Perhaps reacting out of reflex to protect her searing bum, Mendoza blindly spins off her left shoulder and hip to her back, bringing a right backfist with her. It THUMPED into Lisa’s flawless features flush and Dream was sent tumbling off her mount. The women scrambled in opposite directions and struggled to their feet, Lisa reaching vertical first.
The Ultimate Image sprinted at Mendoza, leaping into a Flying Crossbody across Gabby’s chest. Silky G lived up to her moniker, somehow dipping into a Matrix-like bridge, Dream shooting over the top, her empty crash landing rattling the ring and drawing a murmur of excitement from the crowd.
Mendoza pulled out of her bridge, wobbled through a turn to find the champ, and met the ascending Dream with a Dropkick to the chest that sent Lisa staggering to the buckles behind her, spine colliding into the corner.
Spinning and jogging to the opposite buckles, Gabby slipped a pink stick between her lips and started to chew. She raised a hand and got considerable applause considering the general surliness she usually shared with the FAWNatics. The sinewy Latina sprinted across the canvas, charging toward a forceful impact when she pulled up a foot short and bytch slapped the bejeezus out of Lisa’s left cheek.
“Now you’re a literal bytchface, psycho,” G-Money informed.
Mendoza scooped her arms under the hammies of a rocked Dream and vaulted her to a seat on the top buckle. The Babyfaced Killer climbed to the middle strands and pogoed off the springy cables, her legs surrounding The Dream’s noggin and, when she backflipped to the deck, the Hurricanrana sent Lisa for a wild ride. The champ SPLASHEED to the deck, landing on her spine. She skidded to a stop and reached for the base of her vertebrae.
Reenergized, the challenger kipped to her feet and turned to find the stubborn Dream halfway to vertical, stooped to collect a few more bearings before straightening. It’s a silver platter full of revenge, but instead of returning a Dreamsicle, Gabby goes to her own bag of tricks, leaping and laying her right leg across the back of the Dream’s braincase then riding her down to a disastrous faceplant courtesy Gabby’s G-Spot.
G-SPOT @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU
The Ultimate Image flopped absently to her back from the blasting impact, ending in starfish, gazing blankly into the rafters, the FAWNatics daring to believe.
A beaming Mendoza crawled to the dazed Dream and unbuttoned her leather pants. She slipped both sets of fingers under the front waistband and got to some peeling of her own, drawing the black cowskin over the Dream’s hips and down the slender ivory stems, perfection revealed against The Dream’s will.
Lisa sat up in a state of shock, her eyes regaining their focus, the hazel eyes like lasers until a risen Gabby delivers a soccer kick to the champ’s chin, flattening her foe once more, The Dream’s arms splayed overhead. G-Money moves to Lisa’s ankles and shimmies the boots of the title holder through the bunched leather, finally stripping Lisa’s iconic leather leggings.
“I’m keeping these as a trophy,” Gabby announced, wrapping them around the back of her neck as a sort of cowskin scarf. She collected Lisa’s ankles again and spread the now-bared gams wide, The Dream waking enough to realize her predicament. But instead of begging off, her eyes gain a manic focus, Lisa snorting and frothing. There’s a hint of concern in Gabby’s dark peepers at a possible Red Arrival, but it didn’t stop her from leaping, both legs extended within Lisa’s, as she landed her lower limbs atop The Dream’s in a drop that thumps them down on the brunette’s stems and stretches her foe’s groin muscles to the snapping point.
A feverish Dream sat up, spitting bubbles of saliva from the corners of her mouth, apparently not feeling the pain that came with such a delivery. But a startled G-Money didn’t panic in the face of Red Lisa, folding her right leg and shooting outward, STUFFING it into the Dream’s kitty, the CRUNCH too much for even Lisa’s manic personality to ignore. She implodes around the impact folding into a fetal ball.
Recognizing a golden opportunity when it crumpled beneath her heel, Mendoza scrambled to her knees and worked her arms beneath Lisa’s legs, the better to wedge her shoulders into the pits of The Dream’s knees. Just like that she cinched her arms around the champion’s upper thighs and bulled forward, Gabby stacking Lisa on her shoulders in an urgently snug Matchbook made rather tawdry by the partial disrobing of both parties. Credit to Nick Castle, his focus never left The Dream’s shoulders, which remained glued to the canvas through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A banshee roar confirmed the arrival of Red Lisa as the Ultimate Image of Manic Malevolence powered free of the predicament with half a second to spare. Gabs shook her head in frustration but stayed spearmint cool as caught her opponent in a Front Facelock before the fevered Dream had a chance to make it off her tummy. “Where do ya think you’re going, bytch face?” Mendoza stretched out almost flat and set her toes in a sort of push-up position to keep the other brunette as close to the canvas as possible. “We’re not done down EERRRHH!”
Red Lisa responded by raaaaaaaaaking her nails up Gabby’s flanks and shoulders before focusing her attention on the Texan’s chapped cheeks, the Dream’s crimson alter-ego seemingly quite aware of the damage inflicted by the Bittersweet Symphony.
Mendoza hissed through clenched teeth but would not break her grip to escape the champion’s claws. Instead she pushed up on her toes (shooting her tush into the air earned a cheer she registered only because it coincided with the end of that vicious clawing) and lunged in with a short Knee Strike that THUNKED the crown of Red Lisa’s noggin! She groaned, spat something indecipherable and promptly resumed her escape efforts with a barrage of punches unleashed just above her attacker’s hip--
“SSSSEEERRRRGGGGGGHHH AAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Gabby answered with a Kneelift directly to her foe’s navel. In the next breath she transitioned from Facelock to Chinlock and tumbled through a quick somersault that left her bridged on her tiptoes at one end and the crown of her skull at the other. “ASK HER!” Mendoza bellowed to Nick as she jounced and jostled in place to exacerbate the agonizing torque of her Big League Chancery! “ASK THE CRAZY BYTCH FACE IF SHE QUITS!”
BIG LEAGUE CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkI8Nz5Zxjs
Down on one knee directly in front of the action, Castle did as the challenger bade. “What do you say, Lisa? Need me to call it? Just say the word and I’ll--”
“Go to hell, Mr. Doctor.” the Waking Nightmare growled. “This one is miNNNEEERRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Red Lisa’s feet thrashed against the mat as Mendoza bridged even higher, the former Lightweight Champion leaving it all in the ring to get her hands on FAWN’s biggest prize.
“Don’t think so, beeyotch!” Gabby said with a ferocious smile. “You belong to me now! And I’m gonna expose you as the bytch-face you really--” Mendoza went from confident to concerned in the blink of an eye because Lisa wrapped both hands around her wrists and pulled in opposite directions. The Babyfaced Killer was no one’s idea of a powerhouse, yet she wasn’t a weakling either, so it was rather disconcerting to watch Red Lisa slowly prize the Chinlock apart.
Aware that she needed to keep the crimson crazy grounded at all costs, Gabby abandoned the bridge to twist over into a mount on her opponent’s lower back, a bit of deft maneuvering that slipped her hands from Red Lisa’s grasp. Free save for this odious piggyback ride, the champ powered to all fours and was on her way to full verticality when the Terrible Texan THUMPED a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of Red’s back.
The Ultimate Image of Slavering Savagery hit the mat with a groan that became a roar of anger when Mendoza shot the Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Just like that she scampered up and dropped her derriere on the chump’s chest. Not for a cover, but to lead the FAWNatics in her first championship sing along. Plunging her hands into Red Lisa’s hair, Mendoza pulled the pinned brunette’s chin into the fork of her crotch and called out, “SAY IT WITH ME NOW, PEOPLE!”
With that she began to BOUNCE-BOUNCE bounce-bounce-bounce on Red Lisa’s chest! It was a simple beat, one that’d made her one of only three Oil Baroness’ in the company’s history. And though the Pit had been closed for a while, the FAWNatics still remembered the words. ‘QUIT, QUIT, BYTCH-FACE, QUIT!’
Gabby nodded, grinning from ear to ear as she continued to brutalize that perfect bounty with Baroness-grade booty. And of course she sang the lyrics herself, turning it into a mantra of sorts as she hammered and bounced. “Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face quit! Quit, quit, bytch-face OOOOOWWWWW!”
Red Lisa’s hands shot up, grabbed hold of the challenger’s togs and pulled them up in a merciless wedgie *just* as Mendoza was coming down! Instinctively rising to deal with the worst of the sting, G-Money got launched clear of the Red Menace when Red Lisa braced her hands against those encroaching cheeks and pushed as hard as she could.
The takeoff was ugly, thankfully the landing was much better, Mendoza coming down on one knee a short distance from the World Champion. Rounding on Red Lisa even before she’d finished fixing her much tugged togs, Gabby backed up a few steps to ensure she had enough room to get a running start. Said start came the moment Red made it to boot-leather, Mendoza rushing in like a Dream-destroying hurricane to hop up and lace her hands across the back of the taller woman’s head. Gabby’s right shin rose to meet Red Lisa’s cheek and actually found it, yet that manic bubble remained intact because the Cracked Image locked her hands beneath the challenger’s tush to bring Gabby’s descent to a screeching halt.
Giggling in Mendoza’s ear without seeming to realize it, Red Lisa turned her makeshift seat into a Cradle by hooking her right arm around G-Money’s left thigh. Gabs didn’t like this one bit and she drove frantic punches into the champion’s flank, but these didn’t stop Big Red from corralling her head in a Front Facelock. Turning in a half circle once she had Silky-G firmly in her clutches, Red Lisa locked eyes with everyone on the other side of the hard camera and cooed, “Dream on.” Then she rocked up on her heels and laid out flat to THWONK Gabby’s forehead into the canvas with The Last Ode to Perfection!
LAST ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpVG4yZiU10
Mendoza popped up and rolled to one side, her golden aspirations seemingly banished to Dreamland after the bludgeoning impact. The Dream would’ve gone for a cover, her Redder Half on the other hand however plunged a claw into the Texan’s hair and hauled her upright. Oblivious to the growing jeers, Red Lisa spun a half circle, reached over her right shoulder and caught Mendoza’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. From there she pushed up on her left foot, kicked her right leg forward and brought it slicing back to bring both ladies down on their stomachs, although Gabby’s landing also included the nauseating THUNK of skull on plywood.
DAY DREAMER @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0
Left facedown on the mat like a wad of discarded gum, Gabby offered only the faintest of moans when Red Lisa shoveled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the demented, domineering champion settling into a classic Schoolgirl pin while Castle and the rest of the Spring Breakers counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The CLANG of the bell usually meant a return for Lisa Classic, tonight however, FAWN’s Great Crimson Nightmare was still very much in the driver’s seat when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… LISA DREAM!”
An attendant carried the World Championship to Castle. He slipped through the ropes, grabbed it and drew it between the cables to present it to the champ. But the woman now straddling the unconscious G-Money on her knees, murmuring and frothing as she stared down at the snoozing Mendoza, wasn’t the title holder who started the match nor the one who usually reappeared after a win.
Not wanting to forsake Gabby to Red Lisa’s devices but also not wanting to end his night in a hospital, Nick tossed the belt in the general direction of the Red Menace. It landed a few feet from her, the landing startling Lisa’s manic alter ego into action.
She POUNDED away on the skull of the defenseless Latina. After a dozen fists, Lisa looked to the rafters and shrieks, seemingly remembering a slight earlier in the night.
She slid up Gabby’s motionless frame into a Front Face Sit, her leatherless legs folded and framing the baby face of the Terrible Texan.
“You…die…now!” Lisa spat, quite literally.
She rose to her knees and SLAMMED her ass down on Mendoza’s features. Then did it again. And again. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. The Red Menace using her own chant.
“DIE…NURSE GABBY…DIE. DIE…NURSE GABBY…DIE!”
The FAWNatics don’t seem nearly as interested in picking this one up as Lisa continued to pogo atop the face of the limp and helpless Texan, Gabby nothing more than a prop for the crimson crazy until, finally, a murmur from the crowd turned into a roar.
Racing down the ramp, the two remaining ambulatory members of Muy Caliente flew to the ring and slid under the strands. Still in their gear, the slightly haggard Soshana Soto, having been a part of a losing effort in the Tag Title match, nevertheless leapt to her feet alongside the fresher Cuban Missile Sofia Garcia. They had the unflagging focus of the Red Lisa in their favor, the former mental ward resident not picking up on the crowd’s excitement or indeed Caliente’s arrival in the ring as she continued to bounce on Mendoza’s mug.
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The Scarlet Psycho managed one more foaming iteration of her mantra, jackhammering Gabby’s face with her undercarriage before the spicy duo tackled her from atop the ragdolled challenger.
Red Lisa scrambled to her feet, ready to wildly rip and tear into anyone or thing interrupting her, but the spicy youngsters were locked and loaded, showing no fear in the face of the lunatic. Soshana leapt into a pirouetting Spin Kick to Lisa’s temple, sending the roseate rage queen into a 180-degree turn of her own. The Missile then took flight. She sprang with legs extended, the golden-brown lower limbs shutting tight around Lisa’s noggin from behind.
Garcia threw her body into a backflip, RIPPING Red off the deck and SPIKING the wackadoo World Champ’s skull into the mat.
REVERSE HURRICANRANA @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X4NmKwmEv0
The shellshocked Lisa’s momentum drew her up to a kneeling position, where the sedated Red Menace timbered to a hip and shoulder then absently rolled out of the ring, before dropping to the floor, the patient anesthetized into a scarlet puddle.
Speaking of jellied wrestlers, Muy Caliente scrambled to Mendoza’s side, trying to rouse her. It took several soft slaps of the cheek before Gabby awoke with a flinch. She pushed off her fellow Latinas and butt scooted her way to the ropes to gain some bearings.
Lil So-So and Sofia offered their palms plaintively, trying to reassure the confused Mendoza they meant no harm and Gabby, after a moment or two of wide-eyed concern, permitted the truth to sink in. Silky G allowed the women to close when she found her legs too rubbery to stand on her own. Muy Caliente assisted G-Money up and off the deck, sneaking under each shoulder and leading her to the ring’s edge nearest the exit.
As the threesome made their way through the ropes and dropped to the arena floor, Lisa stirred. After seeming her normal self on her way back to awareness, she saw her bared legs and began to twitch. Castle, sensing an opportunity, gathered up the World Title and quickly handed it over, distracting Lisa with her favorite shiny object.
Dream hugged the gold faceplate close allowing Muy Caliente and the lethargic failed challenger between them to make an escape unfettered, the team showing G-Money kindness she may not have deserved, but without a doubt, what she needed.