Post by hawkeye on Aug 8, 2022 23:46:38 GMT
The crowd murmurs expectantly, waiting impatiently for whomever might be next to bring battle to the arena containing the foremost in women’s wrestling.
A legend in that vocation stands behind the curtain, anxious in her own right. Having fallen short at Summer Swelter against the Mistress of Madness, the newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet, ready for a rematch.
Mayhem’s partner in crime, Rebecca Ravage, was instrumental in Lisa leaving with the L at Swelter. No doubt she would be facing both tonight at Red, White & Bruised. But in her corner, evening the odds, perhaps the unlikeliest of back-up, the sweet Yellow Rose of the Lone Star state, Heather Crofton.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
The beloved blonde was a recipient of the Dream’s newly available good graces, Lisa saving Heather from a post-match burial by former Dream Destroyer Adelaide Brewster last month. And in a rare arrival of good karma for Dream, the engaging and adorable Miss Mustang is beside her unlikely benefactor.
Lisa appears concerned for Crofton’s well-being but knows she can really use another pair of eyes. She nods appreciatively at the hyped Heather.
“Just stay clear as much as you can,” Lisa asks. “If Ravage asks for it, give it to her, but otherwise…”
Crofton is in her battle gear just in case, a yellow two-piece consisting of spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips along with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
She nods. “Understood. Lisa.”
Crofton giggles at being able to call the legend by her first name and nervously titters again when she hears The Dream’s iconic accompaniment begin to course through the arena, the crowd roaring to its feet.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
The crowd chants for the resurrected Ultimate Image, the no longer bad Dream having won them over as much in her loss to Maddy as her prior wins, each absorbed without a hint of self-absorbed arrogance.
A single spot breaks the gloom. Their volume rises in a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appears, once more in the spotlight figuratively and literally. However, the noise grows to ear-splitting levels when Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with the resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain.
The Dream is again the reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
Next to her, the Lone Star Girl pleads with The Dream to take the lead. Lisa directs the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle sending a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, following her flaxen-haired protection.
Dream stifles a chuckle at the thought of Heather being her “muscle”. Damned if the kid isn’t genuine, something she no longer takes as weakness.
The Dream has an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seems sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Heather slaps every hand, even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps. Dream halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation, then slips through the ropes. She moves to the middle and bows to the exalting crowd, waving Heather in to join her.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Lisa instead grabs the young blonde’s wrist and raises it high, Crofton nearly fainting at the surreal scene in her mind’s eye.
As the women move to Dream’s home corner, her music fades and the announcer takes up his duties.
“Accompanied by the Yellow Rose, Heather Crofton. Hailing from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and refugee from the River Styx…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful, dark-haired Dream affirms the new moniker, climbs the corner, and salutes her Dreamers. She drops to the canvas for a few stretches, then both Lisa and Heather’s attention turn to the stage above, and The Dream’s chance at redemption.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena, creating a chaotic atmosphere.
"Introducing next, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
The Mistress of Madness steps into the arena, clad in crimson red vinyl bra top and booty shorts complete with black studded boots. As usual, her best-bud Batsy lays across her shoulders as she struts towards the ring to a chorus of boos. Strangely enough, missing from her side is her partner-in-crime, Ravage. Before Maddy even steps onto the ring steps, the ref gestures at her and gives her a stern stare.
MADDY MAYHEM
"I know, I know. Batsy stays out of this. Don't need to make a big fuss out of it!"
Maddy rolls her eyes as she rests Batsy against the steps before ascending and stepping between the ropes. The Mistress of Madness hops onto the second ropes and gives the crowd a huge flying kiss, which of course, isn't welcome. Mayhem drops back onto the deck and the ref pats her down for good measure.
"HEY! HEY! RELAX! I don't need weapons to beat this dumb bitch!" Maddy utters. Indeed, the ref finds nothing on her. "See! Told ya!"
"Where's your buddy?" Lisa asks suspiciously.
"She's out the--Oh, you mean Becky? Don't worry, I don't need her to beat you! At least, not for now!"
Lisa and Heather look at their surroundings in anticipation of an ambush, but Rebecca is nowhere in sight.
"Relax! Have fun! I know I'm going to have so much fun beating the crap out of you...AGAIN!" Maddy chirps, clapping her hands in excitement.
Lisa cautiously backs into her corner asking Heather to be on the lookout for the other half of The Wrecking Crew.
The Lone Star Girl nods and steps through the ropes, taking her place at the base of the ring post below The Dream. The bell brings the match to order and Lisa circles out of her corner.
Blonde and brunette make a lap around the ring, the space between them constantly shrinking until they come together.
“FAHHHHK”
Lisa howls as the Mistress of Madness feints tying up in a collar-and-elbow, instead poking Dream’s left eye with her thumb. The Ultimate Image spins, rubbing at her socket while a beaming Mayhem walks after her chuckling.
“Like I need Becky,” she laughs. “Girl’s got the night off. But you know who doesn’t?”
Maddy drops to a knee behind Lisa and shoots a forearm uppercut BLAST between the slender, ivory stems of The Dream, sending Lisa to tiptoes from the vile impact.
Lisa squeaks in anguish from the crotch shot, her knees knocking, The Dream frozen as Maddy pulls her arm from between the thighs of the crippled Ultimate Image.
“Maybe you want to go back to hell,” Mayhem exclaims. “Go find the fight you lost there. You aren’t nothin’ but a sheep anymore. And not even a black one.”
Lisa waddles toward a corner and Maddy gives her painful trip there a little boost, snatching Dream by her shoulder-length dark locks and THWUMPING Lisa’s forehead into the top buckle above the concerned Crofton.
Maddy gives a wink toward the Yellow Rose, Heather’s adorable face scrunching in frustration.
“Hell. Even YOU might be better than THIS Dream!” Mayhem shouts.
Crofton does her best to ignore the Mistress of Madness, instead calling for Lisa to turn things around. Maddy takes the words as a cue to pull The Dream’s head back, Lisa’s brown eyes a tad glassy, and POUND her foe’s noggin into the thinly padded steel another half-dozen times, only relenting when Lisa’s legs give way and she drops to her haunches, forehead resting against the middle buckle.
“Are you learning?” Maddy asks.
“Just shut up,” Heather responds.
“Such language.” Mayhem giggles.
The blonde sinks her nails into Lisa’s scalp and tugs The Dream to her feet. She turns Lisa to face her and delivers a headbutt to the bridge of Dream’s nose. Lisa plops to her ass cheeks, legs extended, her head wobbling until her shoulders flop against the corner behind her.
“Be right back, loser,” Mayhem informs.
Maddy races to the opposite corner, slaps the top buckle, turns and sprints toward her target. The batty blonde leaps from several feet out, legs leading the way as the Mistress of Madness prepares to bust her personal bronco into a stupor.
Unfortunately for her Maniacs, the veteran’s able to pull herself out of the way and, instead of bumping privates against Lisa’s nose, the blonde RACKS THEM against the steel post, Mayhem’s lower body having flown between the buckles.
Maddy’s baby blues bulge as the consequences of the collision throb in waves through her body.
Heather tries to hide her satisfaction at karma’s arrival. She quickly turns her attention to a shellshocked Lisa, lying on a hip and shoulder nearby. Miss Mustang leads the crowd in a rhythmic clap, determined to awaken the fight in Dream.
And while Maddy disengages her undercarriage from the metal pipe, Lisa uses the ropes to pull herself to vertical and tug Mayhem out the rest of the way, turning Maddy toward the middle and lighting up Mayhem’s clavicle with a few echoing backhand chops that resuscitate the Dreamers’ hopes, eliciting an arena full of ‘WOOOO’s.
Turning away from her foe, Dream reaches over a shoulder, latching onto the Mayhem’s cranium with a ¾ facelock. Lisa RIPS Maddy into a forward flip with a snap mare PLANTING the blonde’s tailbone to the canvas.
Surging forward, The Dream uses the back of Mayhem’s skull as a stepping stone, thwapping Maddy’s face into the deck before continuing to jog to the opposite buckles. Dream’s return trip proves more fruitful than her adversary’s, Lisa leaping into a dropkick to the blonde’s chest, flattening Mayhem to the canvas.
Dream grabs the ankles of the woman who beat her at Swelter, dragging Mayhem farther toward the middle, Lisa judging where to drop Maddy’s anchor. Skipping over the splayed Mayhem, Lisa hops to the middle ropes, snatching the top cable as she does. Showing the underrated athleticism The Dream possessed well prior to her trip to the Underworld, Lisa springboards off the rubber-coated steel, into a graceful backflip.
Her milky midriff SLAPS across the tanned tummy of the psycho, forcing a huge pained exhale from the Mistress of Madness, Maddy jackknifing under Lisa’s Dreamy-sault.
Dreamy-sault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
Momentum leaves Lisa kneeling next to the moaning Mayhem. Knowing it’s early but not wanting to waste the opportunity in front of her, The Dream drops across Maddy in a crossbody pin, hooking Mayhem’s far leg for a hopeful…
ONE…
Maddy shoves a shoulder up, unwilling to give Dream the satisfaction of a near-fall.
“Bytch. Don’t even think,” Mayhem grunts.
“I don’t think,” Lisa responds. “I know.”
The Ultimate Image dips down and pulls The Mistress of Madness back onto her feet but Mayhem puts a stop to her offense with a stiff body blow. The first strike does not make Lisa release her hold but the follow-up then third and fourth does the job.
Maddy bullies Dream into the ropes and whips her across the ring before moving towards the center to receive her opponent in a bent position. Lisa rolls over Mayhem's back in a sunset flip, capturing her opponent in a school girl pin for a...
ONE!
TWO!
Maddy kicks out of the fall and pops back up to her feet before Lisa can. Dream scurries to her knees only to get knocked back to the canvas with a dropkick from The Lunatic.
"See! No help needed!" Maddy boasts as she pulls Lisa into a front facelock and throws her up and over to the canvas with a Snap Suplex!
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/gyWBS0XMtZo)
Lisa arches her back in agony upon impact before Maddy shoves her shoulders to the canvas for the...
ONE!
Lisa kicks out quickly, denying Maddy the near fall.
"More playtime I guess!" Maddy shrugs her shoulders and brings Lisa back to boot-leather, shoving her into the corner before whipping her across the ring!
Dream thumps back first into the corner with a THUD. Maddy soon follows her trail, picking up speed as she blazes across the ring, but The Ultimate Image counters with a boot lift to the blonde's face, sending her foe staggering back to the center.
Maddy turns and makes another charge towards Dream, but this time Lisa moves out of the way, effectively switching positions with Maddy before pummeling her with haymakers.
The ref threatens a DQ with a count of 1...2...3...4... and Lisa backs off to rally herself and the crowd before surging forward again and connecting with a clothesline!
"UGNH!" Maddy grunts, staggering out of the corner, Lisa allows her to stumble by. The Ultimate Image continues her offense, guiding Maddy to the center of the ring before throwing her to the deck with a Snapmare!
Snapmare (https://youtu.be/qrQ799X_xH0)
After planting Maddy firmly on her seat, Lisa makes a round trip into the ropes and returns with a shotgun dropkick to Maddy's chest, flattening her foe to the canvas before covering her for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Maddy kicks out, denying Lisa her revenge.
Not easing up on the offense, Lisa picks Maddy back to wobbly feet and whips her foe into the ropes. However, the returning Maddy catches Lisa by surprise sliding between her legs and popping up right behind her. Lisa spins around quickly but gets the momentum knocked out of her with a headbutt!
"Nice try, asshole!" Maddy growls before keeping Lisa's head between her hands and knocking her with another forehead to the bridge of Dream’s nose!
Lisa stumbles into the ropes, leaning into them for support. Maddy zeroes in on her adversary and sends her up, over, and outside of the ring with a clothesline!
"Looks like you picked the wrong bet, Heather!" Maddy cackles as she rolls out of the ring.
Heather tries to help but is warned by the ref to keep her distance.
"That's right! Wait your turn, Heather! It'll come!" Maddy teases as she grabs Lisa by the back of her head and slams her face onto the apron! Keeping her grasp on Lisa, Maddy spins her foe in a 180 and throws Dream into the barricade, Lisa’s body making a loud THUD.
"Haha. You’ve got a pretty good sense of humor Lisa! Thinking you can beat me!"
Maddy blows a raspberry and pulls down her lower eyelid, making funny faces as Lisa clutches her back and groans in agony.
As the count from the ref continues to grow, Mayhem decides she wants to get the legendary Lisa back in the ring to pick up her second straight ‘clean’ victory. Maddy reaches for a double handful of locks when Lisa pushes off the barricade, responding with a forearm shiver to the jaw, rocking the Mistress of Madness.
Dream grabs Maddy by the shoulders and switches places, Mayhem’s back against the steel divider. Lisa lands a second and third forearm blow to the psycho’s jaw, leaving Maddy on rubbery legs.
Lisa steps to the apron to separate herself a few steps and pivots into a superkick to the chin of the tottering blonde. The Ultimate Image’s boot sole stops an inch from its target, Maddy intercepting the blow at the ankle with both hands. An evil grin emerges as Lisa hops on her grounded left boot, The Dream’s features showing she recognizes how vulnerable she is.
Maddy thrusts the captured leg to the side, spinning Lisa in a pirouette, before scooping Dream off the floor on her hip, one arm under the ivory stems of the legend, the other under her backside, ready to side suplex Dream to the thinly-padded cement.
But Mayhem has something more malicious in mind, shifting the wriggling Dream over the metal barrier and dropping Lisa atop it, ONE LEG ON EITHER SIDE!
A silent scream escapes Lisa’s quivering lips as her crotch is racked on the steel tube, her jaw dropping and dark pupils rolling white from the waves of anguish emanating from her blasted undercarriage.
A satisfied Maddy leaves Lisa on her mount, striding back to the apron and rolling in under the bottom rope to stop the count at ‘NINE’. Mayhem pops to her feet and bows in each direction of the jeering crowd.
“Never the same!” she shouts. “Her legend was left in hell!”
Heather assists Dream off her ‘mount’, Lisa’s eyes welling as she’s helped carefully off the divider and gingerly guided to the apron, Dream leaning heavily against the Yellow Rose. The peculiar allies reach the edge, the blonde supporting Lisa as she rolls into the field of battle.
The Dream uses the ropes to ascend, the pain from between her thighs remaining evident in the slow rise. Finally, Lisa makes it to vertical, her back to the center of the ring. She turns to face her foe and gets a boot-ful from the Mistress of Madness, Maddy showing Lisa how the superkick’s done. Mayhem’s boot sole THWACKS into Lisa’s chin, violently spinning the head of the Ultimate Image, her body following a split second later.
The Dream wilts, limply reaching for the top rope but losing her grip and ending with her midriff draped across the middle cable, half-in and half-out.
Instantly, a cheery Maddy climbs to the top of the nearest corner, turning to face The Dream, Lisa hung out to dry, Mayhem ready to drop a guillotine from on high across her foe’s upper half and demolish what’s left of the legend in her own mind.
However, a nearby Lone Star Girl hops to a kneel on the apron next to Dream and shoves the former Personification of Perfection out of immediate trouble. The official warns Heather not to interfere further but since she’s moved Lisa into legal territory, he passes on any harsher penalty.
Maddy’s under no such apprehension, threatening serious retribution on Crofton for sticking her adorable nose where it doesn’t belong and confirming the Mistress will break it if necessary.
Her Guillotine redirected from the ropes to inside, Mayhem takes aim at the splayed Dream within, Lisa spreadeagled and staring blankly at the rafters. Mayhem launches from her perch, tanned stems extending in front of her as she directs her landing toward the chest and throat of the Ultimate Image.
Unfortunately for Maddy’s few maniacs in the crowd, Lisa finds remaining fight, lifting her right leg. A wide-eyed Mayhem’s privates are skewered by the raised boot, The Dream providing terrible payback on the blonde. A yelping Maddy lands harshly after impaling her crotch. She implodes around her crushed kitty, rolling from side to side, collapsed around her throbbing womanhood.
The FAWNatics roar their approval but Lisa remains in no condition to celebrate the turn of fortune, her own aching undercarriage preventing her from taking immediate advantage.
It’s a race to overcome the crotch shots and the legendary Lisa reaches something approximating vertical first, the brunette hunched as she staggers to the rising Mistress of Madness.
Lisa reaches her adversary just as Maddy gets her feet beneath her and adds to the blonde’s woes, the Ultimate Image scooping Mayhem off the deck in front of her in a bearhug and dropping to one knee, driving a bony cap DEEP into Maddy’s tenderized tissue with a reverse Atomic Drop.
Reverse Atomic Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7edAGvHvXTw )
Mayhem bounces away in a waddle that’s comical to those in the audience hating on the lethal psycho. She returns in an oblivious semi-circle and pays for it when Lisa raises a pointed elbow and SMASHES it into the crown of Mayhem’s noggin, stunning the Mistress of Madness.
Lisa slides behind the baffling blonde, sweeping her left arm across Maddy’s throat in a backhand grip, pulling Mayhem into a dragon sleeper position. But The Dream has no intention of putting Maddy down for nap time. Instead, she spins to the deck, laying out and PLANTING Maddy’s face into the canvas-covered plywood with a Dreamy Cutter.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRiL72oLrus ) :24
Mayhem’s momentum from the vicious impact sends the blonde rolling to her back, finishing in a starfish. Lisa dives atop her foe in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Mistress of Madness kicks out of the near fall, shoving Lisa away as she does.
"Gotta do better than that..." Maddy mutters and she clambers to her fours.
Lisa makes her way to the corner and prepares to take things high-risk as she steps onto the apron and ascends the ring post.
The Ultimate Image shows off her balance as she stands up from a perch on the top buckle, waiting for her adversary to make her feet. The unsuspecting lunatic stumbles around to face Lisa, only to get knocked back to the canvas with a Missile Dropkick!
Missile Dropkick (https://youtu.be/a24zk7x-sT0)
The force of the dropkick sends Maddy rolling several feet back from where she was, but the Mistress of Madness quickly reaches back and climbs to her feet with the help of the corner ropes.
The Personification of Perfection scrambles to her feet and rallies the crowd before charging at her adversary and nailing her with a jumping clothesline.
Maddy stumbles out of the corner as Lisa lifts her weight off her foe, but staggers into a side headlock!
Lisa points to the center of the ring, indicating where Mayhem will be sent before pulling Maddy out of the corner and driving her head into the canvas with a Bulldog!
Clothesline & Bulldog (https://youtu.be/ma9z1dEDMTs)
Lisa raises her arm to the cheers of the hopeful crowd, flipping over to cover for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENNOO!!!
The psycho kicks out of the near fall much to everyone's disappointment. The Dream shows everyone how much fuel she has in her tank, making her way back to the corner and onto the top buckle, when an encroaching Mayhem greets her with a THWACK over her back, causing Lisa to drop to a seat on the ropes.
"Ready for take-off?" Maddy coos into Lisa's ear as she joins her on the top ropes and slowly hauls Lisa to stand. Heather looks on in anxiety as the pair tremble on the shaky ropes.
"Go to hell!" Lisa curses as she sends an elbow digging into Mayhem's ribs, but it isn't enough to stop Maddy from dropping her into the ring with a Back Suplex!
Back Suplex from top rope (https://youtube.com/shorts/HIfBql1jSAo?feature=share)
Lisa folds in half before springing open into a sprawled starfish. Taking some damage from the fall, the Mistress of Madness slowly crawls towards The Dream and flips her over. "COUNT!", Maddy yells as she hooks Lisa's leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOO!!!
Lisa kicks out of the near fall on instinct despite continuing to feel the effects from the bump.
"Was afraid I was gonna win like that! Hah!" Maddy chirps as she rises to her feet and plucks the woozy Dream to her wobbly feet.
The Mistress of Madness supports Lisa for a bit, making sure she's able to hold herself up temporarily before making a round trip to the ropes before she flips Lisa inside-out with a knee to the stomach!
Kitchen Sink (https://youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4)
Lisa groans, clutching her stomach in pain as she clambers to her fours. The psycho circles her prey with a smile as she struggles to her feet.
"Feeling pain? Good!" Maddy cackles as she threads her legs around Lisa's and gives her back a couple of slaps, forcing the brunette to arch her back, giving Maddy access to her wrists. The blonde psycho catches both her wrists and PULLS them back and high, torturing the brunette with a painful Rider Stretch!
"Your pain is my pleasure Lisa! Now, don't give up too soon!" Maddy chirps as she tightens the hold, drawing a blood curdling scream from the former World Champion.
"What do you say, Lisa? Want me to call it?"
"NOO! NOOO!!!" Lisa yells as she resolves to break out of the hold.
The Dream slowly drops to her knees and Mayhem releases the hold to everyone's surprise, but quickly shoves her to the canvas and folds Lisa's legs into a gammy knot.
"Let's try the next one!" Maddy chirps as she slaps the side of Lisa's waist, asking for her arms again. With control of her wrists, Maddy pulls Lisa back to a kneel as she leans back and pushes the sole of her boot into Lisa's scapula for more leverage!
Surfboard Stretch (https://youtu.be/vmRSIrar1Dw)
Lisa yelps in pain, Maddy threatening to pull The Dream’s arms from their sockets.
Still, the Ultimate Image shakes her head steadfastly when the official asks if she wants to surrender. It’s enough for Mayhem’s nose to scrunch in frustration. She releases the grips on the brunette’s wrists while thrusting her right leg forward…SLAMMING Lisa’s face and chest into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Dream rolls to her back, both hands pressed tightly to her beak, the soles of her boots pattering against the canvas.
A seated Maddy waves toward a flustered Heather. Mayhem hops to her feet and strolls by the corner above the Yellow Rose.
“Batsy may be inanimate, but at least he’s useful,” Mayhem remarks. “What the hell good are you?”
Crofton snorts in aggravation as The Dream struggles to her feet, turning to an approaching Mistress of Madness. The blonde tugs Lisa’s lowered noggin into a front facelock, ready to deliver her signature Mayhem DDT.
Mayhem DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYi6HZ508nw )
But before Maddy can plant the legend’s skull to the canvas, Lisa’s legs pump against the mat, The Dream forcing forward and THUMPING a retreating Mayhem’s spine into the buckles above the corner opposite Crofton.
Lisa spins a wincing Maddy to face the buckles, sinks her right set of fingers into the flaxen locks of the lunatic, and delivers the forehead of the Mistress to the top buckle a full ten times, the delighted crowd counting the entire way, the last edition added with extra gusto by the Ultimate Image.
With the baby blues of the maniac glassy, The Dream turns Mayhem to face her and slips her arms beneath the thighs of the blonde. Using her surprising strength, Lisa scoops Maddy to a seat on the uppermost padding. Dream leaps to the middle ropes to Maddy’s right and, with the crowd murmuring its concern, Lisa takes to the heavens, rising to an unsteady stance on the top rope next to the seated Mayhem.
Unsure of what the generally earthbound Lisa has in mind, particularly when she secures a front facelock on Maddy, the FAWNatics erupt when Lisa backflips off the penthouse perch, sending Maddy CRASHING to the deck with her newly christened Dream Destroyer, a ridiculous avalanche Spanish Fly.
Dream Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=opqIVdbEAdE ) :58
A flaccid Mayhem is spread in a motionless starfish next to the wide-eyed Dream, Lisa seemingly amazed at herself for hitting on the high-risk, high-reward.
Dream dives across the carcass of the blasted blonde, hooking the far leg and scissoring the near for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
MADDY KICKS LOOSE!
Heather is beside herself in disbelief at Mayhem’s escape but cheers on her legendary cohort, focusing the attention of the slack-jawed Ultimate Image. Sweeping the shoulder-length, dark locks off her face, showing the incredulity all over it, Lisa shakes her noggin and pushes to her feet, determined to collect her revenge on Maddy.
Dream tugs the rubbery Mayhem up with her before POUNDING a toe kick into the tanned tummy of the Mistress of Madness, doubling a dazed Maddy at the waist, dead center of the ring.
Turning, Lisa races to the ropes for a rebound so she can go frosty on the Mistress with her Dreamsicle, a signature clubbing blow to the back of Maddy’s skull. But as the legend hits the rubber-coated steel strands, an arm reaches under the bottom rope and latches onto Lisa’s right ankle, tripping Dream to her knees.
Remaining out of sight of the official, keeping below the apron’s edge, Mayhem’s Wrecking Crew partner, Rebecca Ravage tries to stay stealthy, but Heather hustles around the corner and Ravage’s game is blown. She stands and faces off against the Lone Star Girl, Rebecca poised to throw fists with the Girl from Grapevine.
REBECCA RAVAGE
Heather demands the ref provide The Dream justice, but by FAWN’s standards, Ravage’s assist is on the tame side. And Crofton has bigger worries, the snarling Brooklyn Brawler racing at her with clothesline drawn.
Heather ducks under, races up the ring steps beside her and launches into a makeshift meteora, Crofton riding Ravage down to the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor before pounding away on Rebecca, Thesz Press-style
With her foe’s back-up occupied by the adorable, ass-kicking Miss Mustang, Dream races to the still doubled Maddy and raises a knee to the right temple of the psycho, spinning a plastered Mayhem through an ungainly pirouette.
The Ultimate Image straightens Maddy with a buggywhip European Uppercut to the chin, leaving Mayhem nearly out on her feet. The Dream moves shoulder to shoulder, both women facing in the same direction. Lisa plops a limp left arm of Maddy’s across her shoulders then reaches her right arm in front of and around Mayhem’s throat.
Lifting her near leg, Lisa throws the limb back in a familiar pendulum motion to gain more momentum for her Dream Driver and the legend SPIKES Maddy’s skull into the canvas, Mayhem in a disturbing headstand for a split-second before flopping to her back, unconscious before she settles.
Dream Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU ) (first one)
What’s left is academic, The Dream pushing to all fours, crawling to the splayed Maddy, and drops her spent body across in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Dreamers leap from their seats in adulation for their cherished Lisa, the legend rolling to her back to lounge atop the comatose lunatic.
On the outside, Heather understands what the roar of the crowd entails. She pushes off the thrashed Ravage and rolls in under the bottom rope as the bell tolls and the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner, by pinfall, the Ultimate Image…LISA DREAM!”
The Lone Star Girl plucks Dream off the spreadeagled Maddy and swallows her in a huge hug, the effervescent youngster squeezing the stuffing out of the sweat-soaked legend.
“Alright, kid,” Lisa offers breathlessly, simultaneously choking and chuckling, drawing in heaving inhales between.
Heather raises Lisa’s left arm high over a splattered Mayhem, The Dream gaining her revenge on the lunatic, ready to retrain her eye on the woman who sent her to hell…Adelaide Brewster.
A legend in that vocation stands behind the curtain, anxious in her own right. Having fallen short at Summer Swelter against the Mistress of Madness, the newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet, ready for a rematch.
Mayhem’s partner in crime, Rebecca Ravage, was instrumental in Lisa leaving with the L at Swelter. No doubt she would be facing both tonight at Red, White & Bruised. But in her corner, evening the odds, perhaps the unlikeliest of back-up, the sweet Yellow Rose of the Lone Star state, Heather Crofton.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
The beloved blonde was a recipient of the Dream’s newly available good graces, Lisa saving Heather from a post-match burial by former Dream Destroyer Adelaide Brewster last month. And in a rare arrival of good karma for Dream, the engaging and adorable Miss Mustang is beside her unlikely benefactor.
Lisa appears concerned for Crofton’s well-being but knows she can really use another pair of eyes. She nods appreciatively at the hyped Heather.
“Just stay clear as much as you can,” Lisa asks. “If Ravage asks for it, give it to her, but otherwise…”
Crofton is in her battle gear just in case, a yellow two-piece consisting of spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips along with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
She nods. “Understood. Lisa.”
Crofton giggles at being able to call the legend by her first name and nervously titters again when she hears The Dream’s iconic accompaniment begin to course through the arena, the crowd roaring to its feet.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
The crowd chants for the resurrected Ultimate Image, the no longer bad Dream having won them over as much in her loss to Maddy as her prior wins, each absorbed without a hint of self-absorbed arrogance.
A single spot breaks the gloom. Their volume rises in a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appears, once more in the spotlight figuratively and literally. However, the noise grows to ear-splitting levels when Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with the resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain.
The Dream is again the reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
Next to her, the Lone Star Girl pleads with The Dream to take the lead. Lisa directs the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle sending a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, following her flaxen-haired protection.
Dream stifles a chuckle at the thought of Heather being her “muscle”. Damned if the kid isn’t genuine, something she no longer takes as weakness.
The Dream has an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seems sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Heather slaps every hand, even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps. Dream halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation, then slips through the ropes. She moves to the middle and bows to the exalting crowd, waving Heather in to join her.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Lisa instead grabs the young blonde’s wrist and raises it high, Crofton nearly fainting at the surreal scene in her mind’s eye.
As the women move to Dream’s home corner, her music fades and the announcer takes up his duties.
“Accompanied by the Yellow Rose, Heather Crofton. Hailing from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and refugee from the River Styx…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful, dark-haired Dream affirms the new moniker, climbs the corner, and salutes her Dreamers. She drops to the canvas for a few stretches, then both Lisa and Heather’s attention turn to the stage above, and The Dream’s chance at redemption.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena, creating a chaotic atmosphere.
"Introducing next, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
The Mistress of Madness steps into the arena, clad in crimson red vinyl bra top and booty shorts complete with black studded boots. As usual, her best-bud Batsy lays across her shoulders as she struts towards the ring to a chorus of boos. Strangely enough, missing from her side is her partner-in-crime, Ravage. Before Maddy even steps onto the ring steps, the ref gestures at her and gives her a stern stare.
MADDY MAYHEM
"I know, I know. Batsy stays out of this. Don't need to make a big fuss out of it!"
Maddy rolls her eyes as she rests Batsy against the steps before ascending and stepping between the ropes. The Mistress of Madness hops onto the second ropes and gives the crowd a huge flying kiss, which of course, isn't welcome. Mayhem drops back onto the deck and the ref pats her down for good measure.
"HEY! HEY! RELAX! I don't need weapons to beat this dumb bitch!" Maddy utters. Indeed, the ref finds nothing on her. "See! Told ya!"
"Where's your buddy?" Lisa asks suspiciously.
"She's out the--Oh, you mean Becky? Don't worry, I don't need her to beat you! At least, not for now!"
Lisa and Heather look at their surroundings in anticipation of an ambush, but Rebecca is nowhere in sight.
"Relax! Have fun! I know I'm going to have so much fun beating the crap out of you...AGAIN!" Maddy chirps, clapping her hands in excitement.
Lisa cautiously backs into her corner asking Heather to be on the lookout for the other half of The Wrecking Crew.
The Lone Star Girl nods and steps through the ropes, taking her place at the base of the ring post below The Dream. The bell brings the match to order and Lisa circles out of her corner.
Blonde and brunette make a lap around the ring, the space between them constantly shrinking until they come together.
“FAHHHHK”
Lisa howls as the Mistress of Madness feints tying up in a collar-and-elbow, instead poking Dream’s left eye with her thumb. The Ultimate Image spins, rubbing at her socket while a beaming Mayhem walks after her chuckling.
“Like I need Becky,” she laughs. “Girl’s got the night off. But you know who doesn’t?”
Maddy drops to a knee behind Lisa and shoots a forearm uppercut BLAST between the slender, ivory stems of The Dream, sending Lisa to tiptoes from the vile impact.
Lisa squeaks in anguish from the crotch shot, her knees knocking, The Dream frozen as Maddy pulls her arm from between the thighs of the crippled Ultimate Image.
“Maybe you want to go back to hell,” Mayhem exclaims. “Go find the fight you lost there. You aren’t nothin’ but a sheep anymore. And not even a black one.”
Lisa waddles toward a corner and Maddy gives her painful trip there a little boost, snatching Dream by her shoulder-length dark locks and THWUMPING Lisa’s forehead into the top buckle above the concerned Crofton.
Maddy gives a wink toward the Yellow Rose, Heather’s adorable face scrunching in frustration.
“Hell. Even YOU might be better than THIS Dream!” Mayhem shouts.
Crofton does her best to ignore the Mistress of Madness, instead calling for Lisa to turn things around. Maddy takes the words as a cue to pull The Dream’s head back, Lisa’s brown eyes a tad glassy, and POUND her foe’s noggin into the thinly padded steel another half-dozen times, only relenting when Lisa’s legs give way and she drops to her haunches, forehead resting against the middle buckle.
“Are you learning?” Maddy asks.
“Just shut up,” Heather responds.
“Such language.” Mayhem giggles.
The blonde sinks her nails into Lisa’s scalp and tugs The Dream to her feet. She turns Lisa to face her and delivers a headbutt to the bridge of Dream’s nose. Lisa plops to her ass cheeks, legs extended, her head wobbling until her shoulders flop against the corner behind her.
“Be right back, loser,” Mayhem informs.
Maddy races to the opposite corner, slaps the top buckle, turns and sprints toward her target. The batty blonde leaps from several feet out, legs leading the way as the Mistress of Madness prepares to bust her personal bronco into a stupor.
Unfortunately for her Maniacs, the veteran’s able to pull herself out of the way and, instead of bumping privates against Lisa’s nose, the blonde RACKS THEM against the steel post, Mayhem’s lower body having flown between the buckles.
Maddy’s baby blues bulge as the consequences of the collision throb in waves through her body.
Heather tries to hide her satisfaction at karma’s arrival. She quickly turns her attention to a shellshocked Lisa, lying on a hip and shoulder nearby. Miss Mustang leads the crowd in a rhythmic clap, determined to awaken the fight in Dream.
And while Maddy disengages her undercarriage from the metal pipe, Lisa uses the ropes to pull herself to vertical and tug Mayhem out the rest of the way, turning Maddy toward the middle and lighting up Mayhem’s clavicle with a few echoing backhand chops that resuscitate the Dreamers’ hopes, eliciting an arena full of ‘WOOOO’s.
Turning away from her foe, Dream reaches over a shoulder, latching onto the Mayhem’s cranium with a ¾ facelock. Lisa RIPS Maddy into a forward flip with a snap mare PLANTING the blonde’s tailbone to the canvas.
Surging forward, The Dream uses the back of Mayhem’s skull as a stepping stone, thwapping Maddy’s face into the deck before continuing to jog to the opposite buckles. Dream’s return trip proves more fruitful than her adversary’s, Lisa leaping into a dropkick to the blonde’s chest, flattening Mayhem to the canvas.
Dream grabs the ankles of the woman who beat her at Swelter, dragging Mayhem farther toward the middle, Lisa judging where to drop Maddy’s anchor. Skipping over the splayed Mayhem, Lisa hops to the middle ropes, snatching the top cable as she does. Showing the underrated athleticism The Dream possessed well prior to her trip to the Underworld, Lisa springboards off the rubber-coated steel, into a graceful backflip.
Her milky midriff SLAPS across the tanned tummy of the psycho, forcing a huge pained exhale from the Mistress of Madness, Maddy jackknifing under Lisa’s Dreamy-sault.
Dreamy-sault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
Momentum leaves Lisa kneeling next to the moaning Mayhem. Knowing it’s early but not wanting to waste the opportunity in front of her, The Dream drops across Maddy in a crossbody pin, hooking Mayhem’s far leg for a hopeful…
ONE…
Maddy shoves a shoulder up, unwilling to give Dream the satisfaction of a near-fall.
“Bytch. Don’t even think,” Mayhem grunts.
“I don’t think,” Lisa responds. “I know.”
The Ultimate Image dips down and pulls The Mistress of Madness back onto her feet but Mayhem puts a stop to her offense with a stiff body blow. The first strike does not make Lisa release her hold but the follow-up then third and fourth does the job.
Maddy bullies Dream into the ropes and whips her across the ring before moving towards the center to receive her opponent in a bent position. Lisa rolls over Mayhem's back in a sunset flip, capturing her opponent in a school girl pin for a...
ONE!
TWO!
Maddy kicks out of the fall and pops back up to her feet before Lisa can. Dream scurries to her knees only to get knocked back to the canvas with a dropkick from The Lunatic.
"See! No help needed!" Maddy boasts as she pulls Lisa into a front facelock and throws her up and over to the canvas with a Snap Suplex!
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/gyWBS0XMtZo)
Lisa arches her back in agony upon impact before Maddy shoves her shoulders to the canvas for the...
ONE!
Lisa kicks out quickly, denying Maddy the near fall.
"More playtime I guess!" Maddy shrugs her shoulders and brings Lisa back to boot-leather, shoving her into the corner before whipping her across the ring!
Dream thumps back first into the corner with a THUD. Maddy soon follows her trail, picking up speed as she blazes across the ring, but The Ultimate Image counters with a boot lift to the blonde's face, sending her foe staggering back to the center.
Maddy turns and makes another charge towards Dream, but this time Lisa moves out of the way, effectively switching positions with Maddy before pummeling her with haymakers.
The ref threatens a DQ with a count of 1...2...3...4... and Lisa backs off to rally herself and the crowd before surging forward again and connecting with a clothesline!
"UGNH!" Maddy grunts, staggering out of the corner, Lisa allows her to stumble by. The Ultimate Image continues her offense, guiding Maddy to the center of the ring before throwing her to the deck with a Snapmare!
Snapmare (https://youtu.be/qrQ799X_xH0)
After planting Maddy firmly on her seat, Lisa makes a round trip into the ropes and returns with a shotgun dropkick to Maddy's chest, flattening her foe to the canvas before covering her for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Maddy kicks out, denying Lisa her revenge.
Not easing up on the offense, Lisa picks Maddy back to wobbly feet and whips her foe into the ropes. However, the returning Maddy catches Lisa by surprise sliding between her legs and popping up right behind her. Lisa spins around quickly but gets the momentum knocked out of her with a headbutt!
"Nice try, asshole!" Maddy growls before keeping Lisa's head between her hands and knocking her with another forehead to the bridge of Dream’s nose!
Lisa stumbles into the ropes, leaning into them for support. Maddy zeroes in on her adversary and sends her up, over, and outside of the ring with a clothesline!
"Looks like you picked the wrong bet, Heather!" Maddy cackles as she rolls out of the ring.
Heather tries to help but is warned by the ref to keep her distance.
"That's right! Wait your turn, Heather! It'll come!" Maddy teases as she grabs Lisa by the back of her head and slams her face onto the apron! Keeping her grasp on Lisa, Maddy spins her foe in a 180 and throws Dream into the barricade, Lisa’s body making a loud THUD.
"Haha. You’ve got a pretty good sense of humor Lisa! Thinking you can beat me!"
Maddy blows a raspberry and pulls down her lower eyelid, making funny faces as Lisa clutches her back and groans in agony.
As the count from the ref continues to grow, Mayhem decides she wants to get the legendary Lisa back in the ring to pick up her second straight ‘clean’ victory. Maddy reaches for a double handful of locks when Lisa pushes off the barricade, responding with a forearm shiver to the jaw, rocking the Mistress of Madness.
Dream grabs Maddy by the shoulders and switches places, Mayhem’s back against the steel divider. Lisa lands a second and third forearm blow to the psycho’s jaw, leaving Maddy on rubbery legs.
Lisa steps to the apron to separate herself a few steps and pivots into a superkick to the chin of the tottering blonde. The Ultimate Image’s boot sole stops an inch from its target, Maddy intercepting the blow at the ankle with both hands. An evil grin emerges as Lisa hops on her grounded left boot, The Dream’s features showing she recognizes how vulnerable she is.
Maddy thrusts the captured leg to the side, spinning Lisa in a pirouette, before scooping Dream off the floor on her hip, one arm under the ivory stems of the legend, the other under her backside, ready to side suplex Dream to the thinly-padded cement.
But Mayhem has something more malicious in mind, shifting the wriggling Dream over the metal barrier and dropping Lisa atop it, ONE LEG ON EITHER SIDE!
A silent scream escapes Lisa’s quivering lips as her crotch is racked on the steel tube, her jaw dropping and dark pupils rolling white from the waves of anguish emanating from her blasted undercarriage.
A satisfied Maddy leaves Lisa on her mount, striding back to the apron and rolling in under the bottom rope to stop the count at ‘NINE’. Mayhem pops to her feet and bows in each direction of the jeering crowd.
“Never the same!” she shouts. “Her legend was left in hell!”
Heather assists Dream off her ‘mount’, Lisa’s eyes welling as she’s helped carefully off the divider and gingerly guided to the apron, Dream leaning heavily against the Yellow Rose. The peculiar allies reach the edge, the blonde supporting Lisa as she rolls into the field of battle.
The Dream uses the ropes to ascend, the pain from between her thighs remaining evident in the slow rise. Finally, Lisa makes it to vertical, her back to the center of the ring. She turns to face her foe and gets a boot-ful from the Mistress of Madness, Maddy showing Lisa how the superkick’s done. Mayhem’s boot sole THWACKS into Lisa’s chin, violently spinning the head of the Ultimate Image, her body following a split second later.
The Dream wilts, limply reaching for the top rope but losing her grip and ending with her midriff draped across the middle cable, half-in and half-out.
Instantly, a cheery Maddy climbs to the top of the nearest corner, turning to face The Dream, Lisa hung out to dry, Mayhem ready to drop a guillotine from on high across her foe’s upper half and demolish what’s left of the legend in her own mind.
However, a nearby Lone Star Girl hops to a kneel on the apron next to Dream and shoves the former Personification of Perfection out of immediate trouble. The official warns Heather not to interfere further but since she’s moved Lisa into legal territory, he passes on any harsher penalty.
Maddy’s under no such apprehension, threatening serious retribution on Crofton for sticking her adorable nose where it doesn’t belong and confirming the Mistress will break it if necessary.
Her Guillotine redirected from the ropes to inside, Mayhem takes aim at the splayed Dream within, Lisa spreadeagled and staring blankly at the rafters. Mayhem launches from her perch, tanned stems extending in front of her as she directs her landing toward the chest and throat of the Ultimate Image.
Unfortunately for Maddy’s few maniacs in the crowd, Lisa finds remaining fight, lifting her right leg. A wide-eyed Mayhem’s privates are skewered by the raised boot, The Dream providing terrible payback on the blonde. A yelping Maddy lands harshly after impaling her crotch. She implodes around her crushed kitty, rolling from side to side, collapsed around her throbbing womanhood.
The FAWNatics roar their approval but Lisa remains in no condition to celebrate the turn of fortune, her own aching undercarriage preventing her from taking immediate advantage.
It’s a race to overcome the crotch shots and the legendary Lisa reaches something approximating vertical first, the brunette hunched as she staggers to the rising Mistress of Madness.
Lisa reaches her adversary just as Maddy gets her feet beneath her and adds to the blonde’s woes, the Ultimate Image scooping Mayhem off the deck in front of her in a bearhug and dropping to one knee, driving a bony cap DEEP into Maddy’s tenderized tissue with a reverse Atomic Drop.
Reverse Atomic Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=7edAGvHvXTw )
Mayhem bounces away in a waddle that’s comical to those in the audience hating on the lethal psycho. She returns in an oblivious semi-circle and pays for it when Lisa raises a pointed elbow and SMASHES it into the crown of Mayhem’s noggin, stunning the Mistress of Madness.
Lisa slides behind the baffling blonde, sweeping her left arm across Maddy’s throat in a backhand grip, pulling Mayhem into a dragon sleeper position. But The Dream has no intention of putting Maddy down for nap time. Instead, she spins to the deck, laying out and PLANTING Maddy’s face into the canvas-covered plywood with a Dreamy Cutter.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRiL72oLrus ) :24
Mayhem’s momentum from the vicious impact sends the blonde rolling to her back, finishing in a starfish. Lisa dives atop her foe in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Mistress of Madness kicks out of the near fall, shoving Lisa away as she does.
"Gotta do better than that..." Maddy mutters and she clambers to her fours.
Lisa makes her way to the corner and prepares to take things high-risk as she steps onto the apron and ascends the ring post.
The Ultimate Image shows off her balance as she stands up from a perch on the top buckle, waiting for her adversary to make her feet. The unsuspecting lunatic stumbles around to face Lisa, only to get knocked back to the canvas with a Missile Dropkick!
Missile Dropkick (https://youtu.be/a24zk7x-sT0)
The force of the dropkick sends Maddy rolling several feet back from where she was, but the Mistress of Madness quickly reaches back and climbs to her feet with the help of the corner ropes.
The Personification of Perfection scrambles to her feet and rallies the crowd before charging at her adversary and nailing her with a jumping clothesline.
Maddy stumbles out of the corner as Lisa lifts her weight off her foe, but staggers into a side headlock!
Lisa points to the center of the ring, indicating where Mayhem will be sent before pulling Maddy out of the corner and driving her head into the canvas with a Bulldog!
Clothesline & Bulldog (https://youtu.be/ma9z1dEDMTs)
Lisa raises her arm to the cheers of the hopeful crowd, flipping over to cover for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENNOO!!!
The psycho kicks out of the near fall much to everyone's disappointment. The Dream shows everyone how much fuel she has in her tank, making her way back to the corner and onto the top buckle, when an encroaching Mayhem greets her with a THWACK over her back, causing Lisa to drop to a seat on the ropes.
"Ready for take-off?" Maddy coos into Lisa's ear as she joins her on the top ropes and slowly hauls Lisa to stand. Heather looks on in anxiety as the pair tremble on the shaky ropes.
"Go to hell!" Lisa curses as she sends an elbow digging into Mayhem's ribs, but it isn't enough to stop Maddy from dropping her into the ring with a Back Suplex!
Back Suplex from top rope (https://youtube.com/shorts/HIfBql1jSAo?feature=share)
Lisa folds in half before springing open into a sprawled starfish. Taking some damage from the fall, the Mistress of Madness slowly crawls towards The Dream and flips her over. "COUNT!", Maddy yells as she hooks Lisa's leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOO!!!
Lisa kicks out of the near fall on instinct despite continuing to feel the effects from the bump.
"Was afraid I was gonna win like that! Hah!" Maddy chirps as she rises to her feet and plucks the woozy Dream to her wobbly feet.
The Mistress of Madness supports Lisa for a bit, making sure she's able to hold herself up temporarily before making a round trip to the ropes before she flips Lisa inside-out with a knee to the stomach!
Kitchen Sink (https://youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4)
Lisa groans, clutching her stomach in pain as she clambers to her fours. The psycho circles her prey with a smile as she struggles to her feet.
"Feeling pain? Good!" Maddy cackles as she threads her legs around Lisa's and gives her back a couple of slaps, forcing the brunette to arch her back, giving Maddy access to her wrists. The blonde psycho catches both her wrists and PULLS them back and high, torturing the brunette with a painful Rider Stretch!
"Your pain is my pleasure Lisa! Now, don't give up too soon!" Maddy chirps as she tightens the hold, drawing a blood curdling scream from the former World Champion.
"What do you say, Lisa? Want me to call it?"
"NOO! NOOO!!!" Lisa yells as she resolves to break out of the hold.
The Dream slowly drops to her knees and Mayhem releases the hold to everyone's surprise, but quickly shoves her to the canvas and folds Lisa's legs into a gammy knot.
"Let's try the next one!" Maddy chirps as she slaps the side of Lisa's waist, asking for her arms again. With control of her wrists, Maddy pulls Lisa back to a kneel as she leans back and pushes the sole of her boot into Lisa's scapula for more leverage!
Surfboard Stretch (https://youtu.be/vmRSIrar1Dw)
Lisa yelps in pain, Maddy threatening to pull The Dream’s arms from their sockets.
Still, the Ultimate Image shakes her head steadfastly when the official asks if she wants to surrender. It’s enough for Mayhem’s nose to scrunch in frustration. She releases the grips on the brunette’s wrists while thrusting her right leg forward…SLAMMING Lisa’s face and chest into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Dream rolls to her back, both hands pressed tightly to her beak, the soles of her boots pattering against the canvas.
A seated Maddy waves toward a flustered Heather. Mayhem hops to her feet and strolls by the corner above the Yellow Rose.
“Batsy may be inanimate, but at least he’s useful,” Mayhem remarks. “What the hell good are you?”
Crofton snorts in aggravation as The Dream struggles to her feet, turning to an approaching Mistress of Madness. The blonde tugs Lisa’s lowered noggin into a front facelock, ready to deliver her signature Mayhem DDT.
Mayhem DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYi6HZ508nw )
But before Maddy can plant the legend’s skull to the canvas, Lisa’s legs pump against the mat, The Dream forcing forward and THUMPING a retreating Mayhem’s spine into the buckles above the corner opposite Crofton.
Lisa spins a wincing Maddy to face the buckles, sinks her right set of fingers into the flaxen locks of the lunatic, and delivers the forehead of the Mistress to the top buckle a full ten times, the delighted crowd counting the entire way, the last edition added with extra gusto by the Ultimate Image.
With the baby blues of the maniac glassy, The Dream turns Mayhem to face her and slips her arms beneath the thighs of the blonde. Using her surprising strength, Lisa scoops Maddy to a seat on the uppermost padding. Dream leaps to the middle ropes to Maddy’s right and, with the crowd murmuring its concern, Lisa takes to the heavens, rising to an unsteady stance on the top rope next to the seated Mayhem.
Unsure of what the generally earthbound Lisa has in mind, particularly when she secures a front facelock on Maddy, the FAWNatics erupt when Lisa backflips off the penthouse perch, sending Maddy CRASHING to the deck with her newly christened Dream Destroyer, a ridiculous avalanche Spanish Fly.
Dream Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=opqIVdbEAdE ) :58
A flaccid Mayhem is spread in a motionless starfish next to the wide-eyed Dream, Lisa seemingly amazed at herself for hitting on the high-risk, high-reward.
Dream dives across the carcass of the blasted blonde, hooking the far leg and scissoring the near for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
MADDY KICKS LOOSE!
Heather is beside herself in disbelief at Mayhem’s escape but cheers on her legendary cohort, focusing the attention of the slack-jawed Ultimate Image. Sweeping the shoulder-length, dark locks off her face, showing the incredulity all over it, Lisa shakes her noggin and pushes to her feet, determined to collect her revenge on Maddy.
Dream tugs the rubbery Mayhem up with her before POUNDING a toe kick into the tanned tummy of the Mistress of Madness, doubling a dazed Maddy at the waist, dead center of the ring.
Turning, Lisa races to the ropes for a rebound so she can go frosty on the Mistress with her Dreamsicle, a signature clubbing blow to the back of Maddy’s skull. But as the legend hits the rubber-coated steel strands, an arm reaches under the bottom rope and latches onto Lisa’s right ankle, tripping Dream to her knees.
Remaining out of sight of the official, keeping below the apron’s edge, Mayhem’s Wrecking Crew partner, Rebecca Ravage tries to stay stealthy, but Heather hustles around the corner and Ravage’s game is blown. She stands and faces off against the Lone Star Girl, Rebecca poised to throw fists with the Girl from Grapevine.
REBECCA RAVAGE
Heather demands the ref provide The Dream justice, but by FAWN’s standards, Ravage’s assist is on the tame side. And Crofton has bigger worries, the snarling Brooklyn Brawler racing at her with clothesline drawn.
Heather ducks under, races up the ring steps beside her and launches into a makeshift meteora, Crofton riding Ravage down to the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor before pounding away on Rebecca, Thesz Press-style
With her foe’s back-up occupied by the adorable, ass-kicking Miss Mustang, Dream races to the still doubled Maddy and raises a knee to the right temple of the psycho, spinning a plastered Mayhem through an ungainly pirouette.
The Ultimate Image straightens Maddy with a buggywhip European Uppercut to the chin, leaving Mayhem nearly out on her feet. The Dream moves shoulder to shoulder, both women facing in the same direction. Lisa plops a limp left arm of Maddy’s across her shoulders then reaches her right arm in front of and around Mayhem’s throat.
Lifting her near leg, Lisa throws the limb back in a familiar pendulum motion to gain more momentum for her Dream Driver and the legend SPIKES Maddy’s skull into the canvas, Mayhem in a disturbing headstand for a split-second before flopping to her back, unconscious before she settles.
Dream Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU ) (first one)
What’s left is academic, The Dream pushing to all fours, crawling to the splayed Maddy, and drops her spent body across in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Dreamers leap from their seats in adulation for their cherished Lisa, the legend rolling to her back to lounge atop the comatose lunatic.
On the outside, Heather understands what the roar of the crowd entails. She pushes off the thrashed Ravage and rolls in under the bottom rope as the bell tolls and the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner, by pinfall, the Ultimate Image…LISA DREAM!”
The Lone Star Girl plucks Dream off the spreadeagled Maddy and swallows her in a huge hug, the effervescent youngster squeezing the stuffing out of the sweat-soaked legend.
“Alright, kid,” Lisa offers breathlessly, simultaneously choking and chuckling, drawing in heaving inhales between.
Heather raises Lisa’s left arm high over a splattered Mayhem, The Dream gaining her revenge on the lunatic, ready to retrain her eye on the woman who sent her to hell…Adelaide Brewster.