Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:32:02 GMT
With the FAWNamaniacs in the arena ready for blood, literally, Lisa bounced on her toes, backstage.
The legend seemed ready to show out after falling short in a tag match with Heather against Adelaide and Sierra, women who altered the course of her destiny like few others.
Tonight’s match figures to be a capper one way or the other, the comeback of The Dream surviving or dying. And so, Bethany decreed both Lisa and Brewster’s seconds would be banned from ringside. The battle would be woman on woman.
The Ultimate Image could hardly contain her excitement at the chance to batter the Weeping Angel, Lisa planning on making Adelaide sob under a coat of red before the organization’s biggest night was through.
Her iconic accompaniment filled the arena and Lisa let out an audible exhalation. Redemption, revenge and the remainder of her career path surely depended on the contest directly ahead. Dream pushed into the darkness.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
LISA DREAM
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a Mania-sized crescendo, the ovation joining the stirring music as the industry icon stood illuminated.
Sins washed away by the elevating manner in which she’s returned from the abyss, the crowd welcomes Dream with resounding cheers, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene smile.
The Dream was a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel escaping the demons once imprisoning her and finding salvation in the mortal realm of Central Florida.
For the Dreamers in the audience, nearly everyone judging from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads were in white as well.
The Personification of Perfection strode the ramp and aisle like an onrushing doom, the sheer force of her righteousness sending chills down the spine of each Dreamophile.
Lisa’s sincere smile grew toothy, signs of happiness no longer out of place. She nodded to the applause and was comfortable enough to offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, the reincarnated legend ascended the steel steps. Dream halted for a long look around the bowl, then slipped through the ropes. She moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Introducing herself without the famous Dream soliloquies had become the norm, but on this special occasion, Lisa raised a stick to her lips as the music faded. The Dream allows her adoring crowd to wear itself out enough to begin, beatific grin firmly planted.
“Thank you so much,” Lisa said, beaming. “You’re so kind. I realize my return has been a shock to the system for everyone and I have stayed quiet for the most part, wanting to let my actions speak for me. But on the grandest stage, I want you all to know for Adelaide, this evening, I am not the Ultimate Image. I AM THE ULTIMATE WEAPON!”
Dream tossed the microphone away to an earsplitting roar from the crowd. The Announcer tried to shout over the top.
“Our next fight is a First Blood match with a wrestler only able to attempt pins or submissions after bloodying her foe. It is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. The first competitor, already in the ring, hails from New York, New York. Standing at five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Personification of Perfection... LISA DREAM!”
Lisa bowed and backpedaled to her corner, waiting for the woman who sent her to hell, Brewster on the doorstep to her doom.
The crowd was still savoring their Dreamy euphoria when the Announcer went and threw cold water all over everything. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Darling of the Abattoir… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Hope and empathy melted away as the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
In the ring Lisa moved from her corner to the center of the mat, so eager was the former World Champion to get at the creature that'd consigned her to an ignominious, bubbling exile.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide stood center stage, a little rill of red dripping from the left corner of her mouth before she leaned her head back and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red into the gloom overhead.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while turning her gaze to Senior Official Nick Castle. Happy to do the brunette's bidding if it meant a night free of Mist-related troubles, the zebra sat on the middle strand and raised the top one-handed. The way was open, yet Brewster didn't move, not until Lisa herself strode to the edge of the ring and purred, “Please... do come in.” Adelaide smiled and advanced at once which would've led to a confrontation on the apron if Castle hadn't waved the Personification of Perfection back by several steps. As it was she was still hovering close by when Brewster slipped through the strands and just like that they were in each other's faces, the warring brunettes eager to let the other know just how much blood they were going to lose before the sun rose tomorrow.
Mania meant the big fight feel was omnipresent, yet somehow this pair of former World Champions seemed to raise the stakes of their confrontation by simply refusing to break eye contact once they'd both entered the squared circle. Nose to nose through all of Nick Castle's last second instructions, the scant inches between them almost crackled with potential violence, yet there was no flurry simultaneous with the CLANG of the bell. Indeed, the sound of it had almost faded into the rafters before Brewster deigned to speak.
“You stand before me adorned in white, presumably as testament to your absolved sins, but all I see is another lamb headed for the slaughter.”
“You see only what you care to see, Adelaide.” Dream murmured. “But the truth is, the woman that stands before you is far stronger than the wretch you dispatched at Madhouse.”
“So you admit to being less than perfect during our first encounter?” the glint in Brewster's dark eyes suggested she didn't believe the Ultimate Image of Human Redemption. “So you were lying then, or you're lying now. Either way,” the Daughter of Darkness took a step back and raised her left hand high overhead, “I'll enjoy making you bleed.”
The Dream didn't take her eyes off Brewster as she initiated the first half of the Test of Strength. “I can't say I'll enjoy spilling your blood, but I will absolutely DELIGHT in shutting your hateful mouOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Adelaide had begun to lift her other hand, but instead of meeting Dream's touch, she snatched hold of the other brunette's clasped hand and jerked it down so she could sink her teeth into Lisa's wrist!
The pain was bright yet not immobilizing and after Dream got over the initial shock she reared back and CRACKED Brewster upside the head with an open-handed Slap that let her pull her hand free from the gargoyle's maw. The welt was nasty, but Adelaide hadn't broken the skin, for which The Dream was quite grateful. “If I am to bleed tonight, it will be via fist, elbow or knee, NOT your disgusting teeth. Do you understand, Adelai--” CRACK!
Brewster tagged her with a defiant Bitch Slap to the mouth, a disrespectful swat that widened Dream's eyes in 'how dare you!' shock. “I will NOT bleed tonight, sweet Dream, because the only real weapon in your arsenal is that silver tongue and that's not enough to wound--”
Lisa flung herself at Brewster, sweeping the other brunette into a Collar & Elbow that quickly dissolved into a rude shoving match as the rivals tried to impose their will. For a while they were nothing but an aggressive, chaotic pinwheel going this way and that, it wasn't until Dream managed to force her opponent into the ropes that she slowed them enough to deliver several shoveling right hands to Brewster's taut tummy!
There would've been more if Castle hadn't hurried over and barked, “All right, Lisa! Let's break that clinch and step off, ok?” Dream delivered a few more punches on general principle, then raised her hands to shoulder level and took a step ba--”
Adelaide snatched hold of her shoulders, spun The Dream into the strands and immediately pumped a few Kneelifts into that perfect tummy! Lisa gasped, wrapped her arms around Adelaide's shoulders in a clench and twisted her hips in an effort to block more Kneelifts. This effort was successful in that regard, though it couldn't stop Adelaide from huffing into her ear, “Throwing punches after the ref's called for a break? You're not reformed at all, you're still the same insane brat I banished two years ago. And I'll peel off all this pretty white veneer to show these chattel you haven't changed one bit!”
Brewster's breath was hot against Lisa's ear and she braced herself for a quick nip only to snarl in disgust when the Weeping Angel kissed the side of her neck instead! A hard shove broke them apart and sent Adelaide sauntering around the squared circle while Lisa caught her breath and smoothed down the edges of her skirt. Keeping the ropes to her back until she felt her blood start to cool a bit, The Dream stepped off and went straight for Brewster, who did not shy away from her approach.
Their second lock-up proved much more technical than the first, though the aggression and mutual disdain were still in evidence. A few seconds of grumbling stalemate ended when Dream slipped an arm across the back of her opponent's neck and yanked her down into a snug Side Headlock, that let the former World Champion grrrrrrrrrrrriiiiind the other brunette's jawline against the point of her hip! Brewster growled and stamped, popped a few punches into her foe's flank, but she didn't go anywhere until Lisa slung her up 'n over, the Weeping Angel landing flat on her back while still mired in the Headlock.
Feet braced against the canvas, Lisa rocked back and continued to squeeze, her pressure putting an obvious flush on Adelaide's face. “I think I'll break your teeth tonight.” The Dream opined after several more seconds of the painful hold. “That way the only blood you taste will be your own.”
Brewster fought and squirmed, the trapped grappler pushing and scraping at Lisa's flexed arm in an effort to escape her grasp. “Why Lisa, that's so much more Old Testament than I would've expected for someone preaching patience and forgiveness. Does the little cowgirl know you still harbor such violent tendencies?” Adelaide didn't give her a chance to answer, instead she darted a hand up, buried it in The Dream's hair and wrenched her head backward at an awkward angle!
Lisa could feel a Headscissors attempt on the horizon, but rather than try to thwart it by freeing her hair she halved her own grip, crooked that hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaagged her nails across the other brunette's forehead! Brewster yelped in surprise and did in fact let loose of Lisa's luscious locks, so Dream flipped them out of easy reach before doubling down on the Headlock and jouncing it like she meant to take the Nosferhotu's head clean off! “I know you can't submit until I've drawn blood.” the Personification of Perfection grunted. “But if you were to shout for mercy I might be inclined to HHRRRHHHH!”
Brewster answered by dragging her own nails down Lisa's back, then grabbing another huge handful of hair. No chance to counter this time around, the Weeping Angel forced Dream to lean back so she could pop her hips and 'smeck' them around her opponent's neck. Ankles locked tight, Adelaide scootched into position on one side and put every bit of her considerable lower body strength into crushing the Dream's divine cranium. “Don't waste your breath.” Brewster snapped when she saw Castle drawing closer to the action. “I haven't bled her yet and I'm quite satisfied to sit here watching her squ--”
Lisa couldn't free herself from the Scissors, but she could adjust her position and that's exactly what she did, the former World Champion adjusting her position so that she was on all fours with the crown of her skull pressed to the mat. This adjustment also put Adelaide in a straight seat looking at the curve of her opponent's nearly bare back and the Weeping Angel couldn't help but drag her talons down that porcelain perfection. Dream growled and pushed onto her tiptoes, a reaction that made Brewster smile.
“You shy away from my touch now, but rest assured, little Dream, you'll crave it long before I return to your ne--”
Lisa hopped up and landed with her feet beside Adelaide's left leg. Another hop put them by her right leg, then a third back to the left, Lisa skipping to and fro with metronome precision until she crunched in on herself and popped straight up to escape the Headscissors and return to her feet in a single stroke. Standing tall over a glowering Brewster, The Dream dipped into a delicate curtsy and made a show of patting the seated wrestler's head. “You don't crave my blood, Adelaide.” she said sweetly. “You crave perfection. Alas, this is as close as you'll ever--”
Brewster made to snatch her wrist (presumably for another nibble) but Lisa had anticipated just such a reaction and she reddened her rival's cheek with a quick Bitch Slap instead! Adelaide hissed, scrambled to her feet and ate a short kick to the knee that transformed her into an instant penitent. With Brewster vulnerable in the center of the squared circle, Lisa took to her heels and sprinted into the strands directly behind her adversary. A short return trip followed, one that ended with Dream palming Adelaide's head in both hands just before she tumbled through a gorgeous somersault that THWHUNKED Brewster's forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ROLLING NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjJAfo_-NuQ
The Queen of Nightmares flopped onto her back and Lisa scrambled for a cover only to realize she couldn't attempt one yet.
Momentarily flummoxed, she quickly grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled Adelaide to boot leather. From there she switched over to a Wristlock and sent the woozy wrestler into the ropesNO! Brewster dug in her heels, yanked Lisa in close and wrapped her arms around the Ultimate Image's upper thighs. Just like that she shot up straight, rocked back on her heels and dropped Lisa throat-first across the top rope! Gagging and coughing after the Hot Shot, Dream would've retreated from the ropes if Brewster hadn't bodied in behind her and glommed onto the other brunette's hair. Forcing Lisa to bend double, she forced her halfway through the gap between top and middle rope, then straightened her up and deftly draped both arms over the rubber-coated steel.
An unpleasant position grew all the more so when Adelaide sprang up and threaded her legs around The Dream's waist in a snug Scissors. That wasn't the real problem though, the real problem was Brewster's mouth, which was nuzzled close to the former champion's right ear. “I already drained you of the Red,” she purred softly, “I wonder what will remain if I drain the Light as well?”
Dream grit her teeth, shook her head 'no'. “You don't have the strength to HHHHHRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Adelaide leaned in chomped down, the Sanguinaire not simply nibbling but biting the neck of her perfect prey!
The Dream yelped in pain but also worry as she felt the teeth of the Weeping Angel sink into her skin. If drawing her blood wouldn’t end the match, and it wouldn’t, doing so would give Brewster a huge advantage, one surely difficult to overcome.
Being the first to go after pins and submissions wouldn’t even take into account the red flag the Daughter of Darkness would surely see with blood dripping from her alabaster nape.
With Adelaide at once riding both her foe and the middle ropes in tandem, Lisa’s adversary controlling Dream with the ropes and her lower limbs, the Ultimate Image had little option but to jerk her noggin forward then swing it back, butting the rear of her skull into Adelaide’s chin!
Brewster’s head snapped back from the collision and, with her foe’s Scissors simultaneously loosened, Dream shook free. Unwrapping her arms from around the uppermost cables, Lisa chose to go between the strands rather than turn and fight from closer quarters. Sliding out to the apron, only then did Dream spin and it’s partially in response to Adelaide sinking a set of ruby-tipped stilettoes into her scalp.
Dream yipped as she turned, now face to face with the woman who nearly ended her eternally.
Lisa cupped laced fingers behind the cranium of the Weeping Angel and dropped to the floor, repaying Hot Shot for Hot Shot. Adelaide’s throat grew rosy in its own right as Brewster staggers away from the rubber-coated steel in ungainly fashion, Brewster grasping at her neck, wheezing in difficult breaths.
On the outside, the quick wipe of a palm over the location where the Sanguinaire made her an appetizer shows no release of AB negative, The Dream’s rare type remaining within her for the moment.
Relieved, Lisa rolled in under the bottom rope, stalking a gasping Brewster. She snatched the slightly lowered head of her foe from behind and, in one fluid motion, drew her fellow brunette forward. The Ultimate Image forcefully guided Adelaide toward the far corner and leapt through the cables, legs extended, delivering Adelaide’s forehead to the middle buckle with a very special Bulldog cooked up just for the Queen of Nightmares.
Seated on the middle rope next to the corner, legs outside, torso within, The Dream swung her stems back to join her target. She dipped her fingers within Adelaide’s dark locks and pressed her foe’s brow tight to the thinly-padded buckle. Lisa Legend THWONKED her foe’s face into the juncture a half-dozen times to pacify Brewster further, then scrubbed her forehead against the leather covering the padding. Back and forth several times, Adelaide’s flawless features swept across the cowhide until Castle’s count to ‘FOUR’ drew Lisa’s mitts away.
Granting Nick’s wish, Dream got the match out of the corner. Lisa spun a glassy-eyed Brewster to face her and while Adelaide’s mug was flushed and abraded there’s no juice leaking.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” The Dream asked rhetorically.
“I will be,” Adelaide grunted before being punished by a lifted knee to the bridge of her nose.
Brewster’s arms pinwheeled to keep her upright and she managed, long enough for a boot to flash toward her taut tummy. Dream’s Toe Kick impales the plasma enthusiast, leaving her bent at the waist and moaning.
Lisa led a pliant Brewster to dead center, her Dreamers full-throated in support of the reborn icon. With the Daughter of Darkness properly situated, Dream sprinted for the ropes at the Sanguinaire’s side. She rebounded at full speed and looped a clubbing right forearm down across the back of Adelaide’s neck. The brutal impact sends Brewster CRASHING to the deck, face and chest down, each taking a fair share of the brunt of Lisa’s Dreamsicle.
Skidding to a stop and turning to survey the barely stirring Angel, the Ultimate Image enjoyed the loud support of her legion but didn't play to it. Instead, she moved to her adversary, a boot to the ribs sending a shell-shocked Brewster to her back and Lisa into motion once more.
Dream skipped over the splayed freak and hopped to the middle cable, The Dream grasping the top strand momentarily before using the lower rope as a springboard. The Dream back-flipped gracefully into her Dreamysault, tummy headed to CRUSH open tummy. But the midriff of of Perfection meets a less than impeccable crash-pad, Adelaide having lifted her knees.
Gutting herself with the fateful landing, a gurgling Lisa rolled away from the blow, hugging her bruised belly and gasping for air, the landing having forced all the air from her lungs via her compressed diaphragm. Rocking from shoulder to shoulder, Dream’s bug-eyed gaze on the rafters was replaced by the scowling visage of the Weeping Angel. One of Lisa’s arms remained swaddled around her abdomen, the other reaching palm out toward Adelaide in a silent plea.
“You forget yourself,” Brewster hisses. “Both with whom you’re facing and to the task before you.”
Adelaide wrapped her palms around Lisa’s temples and ears and YANKED the gulping, bleary-eyed brunette to her feet, then bullied a rubber-legged Dream to a corner. Once there, Adelaide climbed to the middle ropes, a boot on either side. She POUNDED away with clenched fists to the perfect brow of Lisa’s flawless features. Despite a trouncing ten-spot, each counted out by many Dreamophiles and few Dreamophobes alike, the stupefied Luscious Lisa’s face remained corpuscle-free.
Adelaide dropped her soles to the canvas, a bit perturbed.
“No matter,” she said. “That’s such a crude way to start the flow to victory. You, my dear Lisa, deserve something befitting your supple, appetizing frame.”
Grabbing Lisa by her right wrist, Brewster dragged the lethargic Dream out of the corner, acceding to Castle’s demands. Reaching center stage, the Weeping Angel folds the arm back in a forced bicep flex, Dream’s right hand near her shoulderblade, Brewster clearing a well-worn path that all too many victims had trod.
Balling her right digits into a white-knuckled clench, Adelaide pivoted and PLOWED a Heart Punch into the cleft of Dream’s bosom. Lisa’s dark peepers crossed then rolled back in her head after impact. The groaning Dreamers watched the Ultimate Image shudder, legs jellied, bloodpumper skipping a beat or two as Dream fainted to her knees, only remaining half-upright with a lean against the domineering stance of the Daughter of Darkness.
Adelaide sank to a crouch, nose to nose with the dumbfounded Dream. Brewster wrapped her arms behind the head of the Ultimate Image and sensuously drew Lisa’s features into her chest with a Front Sleeper grip. Adelaide’s neck twisted to the side to offer egress to the supple flesh of The Dream’s milky white nape, Brewster’s previous indentations remaining as targets for her incisors.
“The task is to make you bleed, then make you fade into insensate bliss, only to return if I deem it suitable, perhaps keeping you on the roster whenever I’m in need of a snack.”
No verbal response from The Dream, or rather, no understandable verbal response. Her squeals and wailings, while muffled, were still quite audible. The smile on Brewster's lips suggested she loved every bit of it. “I am the nightmare that haunts perfection.” She squeezed her left bicep a little tighter and used her left hand to grind Lisa's nose against her sternum. “There is no escaping me, Lisa Dream. Change your colors, change your stripes, change the lies you tell the world, none of it matters when my teeth are to your necKEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Brewster threw her head back and shrieked in surprise and anger before abandoning the smother so she could SMASH open-palmed slaps into The Dream's skull! Give Lisa credit, she endured at least half a dozen slaps before she finally stopped chewing and scrambled away from the other brunette. On her feet in an instant, Adelaide pressed a hand to the sore spot above her right breast and was disgusted to find her hand come away red.
As for the Ultimate Image, she stood up and wiped a blot off her bottom lip before pursing her lips and spitting on the mat. “Funny.” she huffed. “I thought you'd taste like fear... or maybe danger. Turns out you don't taste like much of anyth--”
Brewster stormed in with a Haymaker meant to loosen teeth so she put even more out of countenance when Dream blocked it with her forearm, then snatched that hand in a Greco Roman Knuckle-Lock and wrenched her arm straight down to put the other brunette up on tiptoes! “Look at that, Nick!” Lisa flattened her free hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED an Overhand Slap against Adelaide's chest! “Looks like blood to you, right?”
The Senior Official agreed that it did, though he wasn't able to confirm the wound until two more Slaps left an undeniable smear on the former World Champion's palm. He threw a nod to the Announcer who promptly told the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, Lisa Dream has drawn blood! She may now attempt to pin or submit her opponent!”
His words were still reaching the folks at the concession stand when Lisa relinquished the Knuckle-Lock in favor of a Front Facelock. In the next instant she tossed Brewster's left arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked her left leg in a standing cradle. This was a familiar arrangement for anyone that'd followed the veteran's career at length, yet what precise shade of perfection she meant to unleash remained a mystery until she dropped down and rolled backward in a tumble that took Adelaide along for the ride. But no clever pinning predicament this, The Dream came up on her feet and immediately floated into a beautiful bridge that THWHUMPED the Weeping Angel down on the back of her head and shoulders! Struck down by the first verse in Lisa's Ode to Perfection, Brewster remained glued to the mat while Castle and the 'Mania crowd counted out...
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE 1:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kckpvUw9_UQ
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide kicked out with a half second to spare, t'was only a flesh wound after all. Lisa sat up, smoothed back her hair and took a moment to compose herself. She looked flushed, but not frazzled. Indeed she looked quite a bit better than her opponent, who had one hand pressed to her bleeding chest and the other rubbing the base of her neck. “Sticking strictly to the letter of your nasty little game, I don't have to make you bleed any more to win this match.” The Dream noted in the midst of filling her hands with Adelaide's hair. “But the SPIRIT of the game... well, you haven't even started to hurt yet, Adelaide Brewster.”
“Spuuuhhh... spare me your threats, chattel.” the other woman huffed. “They mean nothing and concern me even leHHRRGGHH!”
Lisa pumped a Kneelift into Adelaide's tummy! Then another and another and another, the Personification of Perfection's diaphanous skirt flick-flick-flicking as she alternated between shots from the left and right. Eventually Brewster's legs grew rickety so The Dream straightened her up, then turned around and reached over one shoulder to secure a Three Quarters Facelock. The Dreamophiles roared in the hopes of a Day Dreamer and were slightly disappointed when their heroine flipped Adelaide onto her butt with a garden variety Snapmare. Yet this disappointment did not last long as Lisa charged into the ropes and returned with a full head of steam, all the better to THWHUNK the point of her right knee into the side of Adelaide's skull! Brewster crumpled to the deck in a heap, the Weeping Angel sprawled out for all the world to see courtesy the Nightmare on Dream Street. As for Lisa, she dropped into a seat on her tormentor's tummy, grabbed her left leg behind the knee and cranked it back in a Half Matchbook good for the...
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iZ_-erhTs0
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lisa hadn't secured Brewster's shoulders and paid for it when the grounded brunette shot an arm into the air, breaking the count. If Dream had seemed more methodical following the previous near-fall, here she changed it up by immediately snatching hold of Adelaide's wrist in order to haul her to verticality. Stuffing a shoulder into Brewster's sternum, Lisa marched her foe into the ropes (treating her to a little extra shove at the end just for good measure), then stepped off and dropped a shoulder to send the Queen of Nightmares across the canvas via an Irish NO!
Adelaide dug in her heels, clamped down on Dream's wrist and sent her to the ropes in her stead! Lisa made the journey without comment, bounced out and came back twice as fast, narrowly avoiding a huge Clothesline from Brewster in the process. Taking to the skies as she closed in on the edge of the ring, she hopped onto the second strand and launched herself backward in a gorgeous Springboard Back Elbow aimed at the point of Adelaide's chi--'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from the capacity crowd when the Nosferhotu grabbed The Dream outta mid-air with a Waistlock and bridged backward to THAWHAM the former World Champion down on the back of her head! The force of that unexpected German Suplex rolled Dream back onto her haunches, the Supernal Starlet appearing momentarily dimmed as her shoulders heaved and she eyelids fluttered.
Brewster noted these vulnerabilities but did not seize upon them, at least not yet. Instead she hooked her thumbs into the top of one knee pad and pulled it down before repeating the tactic on the other. That proved all the preparation she needed as the Weeping Angel quickly stormed over to Lisa, snatched a handful of hair and yanked her upright. “The threat of blood is no threat at all, you delusional bitch.” she hissed in The Dream's face. “I can only hope you're just as eager to shed your own.”
“I'll do... I'll do... whatever it takes to put you down, WannadreOOFFH!”
Adelaide silenced the sass with a Kneelift to the tummy, then crooked an arm across the back of Lisa's neck so that the pair of brunettes were effectively side by side when Brewster charged toward the far side of the ring. Much as her favorite meal had done moments prior, Adelaide leapt onto the middle rope, but where Lisa's venture ended in disaster, Brewster found exactly what she sought when she skipped off, wedged both bare knees against Dream's perfect mug and laid out on her back!
SPRINGBOARD BITCHBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmCrx_Evia4
The Springboard Bitchbreaker took Lisa down like the mat was magnetized and the way she cupped her mouth in both hands had the Dreamophiles understandably concerned. These grew into outright fears when Adelaide swatted the other brunette's hand away so she could mash the heel of her palm against The Dream's mouth and raise it high overhead. The damp smear on Lisa's chin confirmed the worst, as did the Announcer's proclamation. “Adelaide Brewster has drawn blood! She may now attempt to pin or submit her opponent.” Dark eyes alight at the prospect, the Daughter of Darkness scraped Lisa off the mat, stuffed a Toe Kick into her gut, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors where she slapped on a rough Waistlock.
A Powerbomb, Piledriver or some other bit of nastiness seemed imminent when Brewster paused, her expression that of someone gripped by the most brilliant idea. Releasing the Waistlock but not the Headscissors, she scooched around so that she was facing the hard camera, thus ensuring the viewers at home had an excellent view when she--
RESOUNDING boos peppered with a few salacious cheers as Adelaide gripped the bottom edge of Lisa's skirt and flipped it up to reveal gleaming white battle briefs beneath. A wedgie, nasty as it was, would've only attracted a fraction of the scorn Brewster now enjoyed, no, the ire of the FAWNatics was so strong because the Queen of Nightmares flattened her hands and began to swat at The Dream's beguiling buns. Slowly, softly at first, yet her pace quickly grew heavier and meaner, shifting from playful swats to vicious slaps. It was a brutal bongo session, one that had blistered the best butts in FAWN for more than a decade, it was a Bittersweet Symphony indeed, and the fact that it was greeted with vitriol and disdain from all sides was perhaps the biggest sign that the crowd had truly embraced the former villainess.
Alas, this was small (read: no) comfort to The Dream, who could only grimace and groan as Adelaide spent nearly thirty seconds adding several shades of pink and red to her formerly flawless buns. And Lisa's trouble was far from over even after Brewster puffed some invisible smoke off her palms. With the Symphony concluded Adelaide finally inflicted a wedgie, a quick, almost casual motion that put The Dream up on tiptoe. Smiling even wider than ever, the Queen of Nightmares wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist, muscled her up into a seat on her shoulders, then went up on her tiptoes and dropped forward onto her belly to THWHAM Lisa against the deck with a thunderous Falling Powerbomb!
FALLING POWERBOMB @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8LTJfzALIs
With Lisa blinking up into the lights, Adelaide climbed aboard for a languid pin, the black-clad battler draping a leg across The Dream's midsection and pinning her wrists high overhead to ensure she couldn't wriggle away from the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa twisted a shoulder off the canvas to the relief of the Dreamers, even with Brewster in continued possession of her wrists. With The Dream on her side, Adelaide moved to a kneel and pulled the legend to a slumped, seated position then ROCKED her rival with a forearm. Latching onto Lisa’s dark mop, the Weeping Angel rose to a stance in front of her now kneeling foe and POUNDED a half-dozen knees into Dream’s face.
Lisa remained halfway to vertical only by Adelaide’s good graces and the grip on her chocolate mane. A bleary-eyed Dream had a mouthful of red after the further assault and Brewster decided she wants a very special taste.
Pulling a wobbling Dream to standing, Adelaide’s control grew more tender, her palms surrounding the cheeks of the lethargic Lisa. She PLANTED a wet sloppy one on Dream’s gaping mouth. There’s tongue galore with this kiss, as Adelaide licked the blood from Lisa’s lower lips, delighting in the sample for long sensuous swishes.
A struggling Dream pulled free after the make out, still unsteady on her feet. Humiliation turned to pain when Brewster, unhappy her appetizer cut things short, spun into a Discus Elbow to Lisa’s chin that sent Dream pirouetting to the canvas, ending in a wide spreadeagle, a line of blood spatter leading Adelaide back to her meal. Brewster hovered over the glassy-eyed brunette.
DISCUS ELBOW @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALQMEeX5By8
“You are delicious. I’ll never deny you that,” the Daughter of Darkness admitted, licking her lips. “But you made me bleed my own blood,” Adelaide complained, wiping her plasma from a brow. “And I’ve always been more of a taker than a giver.”
Moving to a backward-facing straddle of the splayed Dream, Brewster plucked Lisa’s left ankle off the deck. Adelaide twisted in a 180 with her grip, spinning Lisa to her chest. She wrapped both arms around the captured joint and worked the Ultimate Image in an Ankle Lock like a part-time job.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nu5NCLnJjw
Woken out of her stupor by the anguish, Lisa howled in pain. She pushed off the mat as Adelaide wrenched on her ankle, demanding loudly and firmly the chattel surrender and face the remainder of her consequences.
The Dream, even while yelping, shook her head ‘no’ when Castle gave her the option to end the match and capitulate within the Mania spotlight. Instead, Lisa crawled her way toward the ropes, a line of bloody spittle curling out of one corner of her ruby-hued lower lip and dripping off her chin as she made her slow, agonizing trek.
But the Personification of Perfection reached the cables, slapping a palm around the bottom one and shrieking for release. At the count of ‘FOUR’, the Weeping Angel surrendered her lock, tossing Lisa’s leg to the canvas, the knee hitting with a wicked THUD.
Freed, Dream rolled under the ropes, ending on her back, cradling the limb close. She leaned her head over the edge of the apron and dripped some of the juice onto the floor. But as she fought to catch her breath, Adelaide was not unoccupied. Brewster raced down the length of the ring toward the reborn Ultimate Image, hopping to the middle ropes of the nearest corner. Grabbing the top cable with both hands, Brewster spun over the top and DROVE both knees into Lisa’s chest and abdomen with a modified Twitch of the Death Nerve.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2bKlC4eSFE
In a fluid bounce off her brutal impact, Adelaide gracefully landed on the arena floor, grinning predatorily at a seated and gasping Dream.
Brewster formed a frame with her thumbs and forefingers, The Dream’s bleeding face within. Determining Lisa was in the correct position, the corpuscle-craving brunette planted her left leg on the arena floor and swung her right bootlaces toward the mouth of The Dream. But Lisa caught the foot with both hands!
With the leg in her possession, Dream rolled under the bottom rope, in turn YANKING Brewster’s crotch into the edge of the apron!
Lisa simultaneously broke Nick’s count and sent shock-waves throughout the Weeping Angel, Adelaide living up to her name as her dark eyes welled reflexively from the pounding of her privates. Unfortunately for the Daughter of Darkness, Lisa continued with ownership of her right ankle and TUGGED Brewster back into the war zone in a set of evil splits only exacerbating the undercarriage anguish.
With both brunettes back in legal territory, Lisa released her grip for one around Adelaide’s noggin and pulled Brewster to her feet as she rose. With the aching from below slowing her defenses, the woman who sent Lisa to hell was battered bloodier by a series of forearms to her brow. Any pretense of coagulation within the sculpted arch of hair was gone from the first blow on, blood soon pouring out.
The sight brought Lisa’s barrage to an end, but only so The Dream could nuzzle close in a Bear Hug. Dream wrapped tight, drawing a soft ‘oof’ from her compression of Adelaide’s abs. Lisa lifted her adversary off the canvas, gives her a little nibble on her foe’s neck, and dropped to one knee. The plank of her upper right leg PLOWED into the aching kitty of Mist’s mistress.
Still seated on the impaling limb, Adelaide’s features twisted in agony. A cheeky Dream wiped Brewster’s brow, filling her fingers in red, and brushed the fluid across Adelaide’s lips.
“How’s that taste, bytch?” Dream asked angrily.
The answer was clear when Adelaide spat out her own blood, the sip not agreeing with her.
Lisa shoved Brewster off her knee, Adelaide ending flat on her chest, The Dream at her feet. The Ultimate Image collected both ankles of her foe, crossing the legs then shuffling forward on her knees, securing the lower limbs under her backside. With the legs pinned, Lisa moved her attention topside, slipping her torso under the raised left arm of the Daughter of Darkness. Dream. She then straps on a nasty Crossface grip, securing her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
With Adelaide’s back and neck tortured, her face growing into a mask of blood as Lisa rubbed her wristband against the open wound on her brow, The Dream demanded a baying Adelaide yield. Castle genuflected in front of the figuratively and literally twisted Adelaide to offer Lisa’s proposal in more emotion-free terms.
“What do you say, Adelaide? Do you submit? Tell me someth--”
“ROT IN HELL!” Brewster roared at the official, her free right hand reaching for him so abruptly it forced Castle to scramble away on his haunches. “DON'T WASTE MY TIME WITH AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!”
The former World Champion shrieked in agony as Lisa resumed her scrubbing, The Dream drawing on the most savage recesses of her otherwise perfect nature to bleed out the Sanguinaire. “Muuuhhh... mind your tongue, monster.” Lisa taunted her trapped nemesis. “If you won't I'll have to rip it out along with your nasty teeOOOOOOOWWWWWWW GAHDDAMMIT!”
Reminding Brewster of her teeth proved a dangerous lapse as the Weeping Angel promptly seized hold of Dream's wrists and pulled those knotted hands down low enough that she could sink those vaunted fangs into the meat of her attacker's wrist! The Personification of Perfection wailed to the heavens and shook her head furiously 'no', but rather than relinquish the hold or demand assistance from the official, she hunkered forward and made Adelaide pay by taking a bite out of her left shoulder! This terrible, toothsome tango went on for almost ten seconds with Nick trying to warn his charges about blood loss while the 'Mania crowd voiced the thoughts of everyone watching at home with a thunderous 'HOLY SHIT!' chant.
In the end it was Brewster's bite emerging triumphant as The Dream abandoned all of her outposts to roll away and take stock of the situation. But if ever a victory were Pyrrhic it was this one, as Adelaide looked like (Red) death warmed over as she fought to one knee and lurched into the ropes in search of a repri--“NNNGGHHHH!” Lisa charged in on her six, whipped 'round on one heel and threw every bit of her weight into the Back Elbow she DROVE between the other brunette's shoulders!
Adelaide was driven into, then bounced away by the rubber-coated steel to land on her back near the middle of the ring, a position she only occupied until Dream stalked over and 'helped' her stand courtesy a double handful of battle-damp hair. Snuggled in close behind the Queen of Nightmares, Lisa wedged her chin into the side of Adelaide's neck so she could murmur, “You've haunted my dreams for far too long, bitch. Tonight's the night I finally wake up from this nightmare!” She planted a taunting smooch on Brewster's cheek, then palmed her shoulders in both hands and hopped up into an Electric Chair! Thighs framing her foe's cheeks, Lisa crossed her ankles and-- Brewster snatched hold of Dream's left foot and TWISTED for all she was worth!
Dream Driver forgotten in this explosion of pain, Lisa retained the presence of mind to curl her right hand into a fist so she could pound away at the monster's forehead. She landed perhaps three blows before Adelaide pressed her palms to the other brunette's backside and pushed her up and forward while simultaneously taking a giant step back. The Dream landed on her feet but that gimpy left ankle meant she stumbled awkwardly and almost took a knee before regaining her balance. She'd just straightened up when the Weeping Angel took to the air and crooked her right arm around Lisa's throat. It might've been a Crucifix Driver if her tummy was to the other brunette's back, but Brewster had flown in almost sideways so when she did come down she did so on all fours, thus ensuing that The Dream was torn loose of her moorings and WRENCHED across her attacker's body at an awful angle!
NIGHT FLYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MH21aXM45I
Lisa bounced to a seat, then tumbled over onto her stomach so she could massage her lower back with one hand and stifle her groans with the other. She was still tending to this injuries when Adelaide hooked onto her shoulder-straps and hauled her upright.
“You... have made for a most EXQUISITE meal, my dear, deluded Dream.” Adelaide huffed to her fellow former World Champion. “Alas, all meals, even the best ones, must come to an end. With that in mind, I shall treat myself to dessert and call it a night.”
No answer from The Dream so Brewster leaned to one side and wrapped her arms around Lisa's waist in a Gutwrench she used to spin the Ultimate Image around one hundred and eighty degrees. Already concerned, the Dreamophiles grew outright anxious when Adelaide turned to all four sides of the ring to better show off her perfect bundle before shooting up on tiptoe and-- the Nosferhotu dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the crown of Lisa's skull into the deck with a beautiful, dare I say perfect, Tombstone Piledriver!
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVAWqdfcsVM
Dream spread out on the mat looking like a bloodied Rorschach blot, one that Adelaide studied with the keenest intensity as she collected her prey's wrists and pinned them overhead. In the next instant she slid back and lowered her head to better plant one more possessive kiss on Lisa's lips as Castle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--“AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!”
Brewster's talons flew to Dream's shoulders even as the Ultimate Image reached up and palmed the other brunette's head in her hands! The angle was such that it wasn't entirely clear what'd broken the count, at least not until Lisa sat up and twisted around so she was forehead to forehead with her rival. Then there was no doubt, The Dream was aggressively gnawing on Brewster's bottom lip, her handholds there to ensure the Weeping Angel couldn't squirm away during those moments when she had to break the embrace. No breaking it now though, no matter how many punches Adelaide pounded into her attacker's ribs, she couldn't prize free of the carnivorous kiss!
As flummoxed as the rest of the crowd, Castle didn't know whether to break it up or ask for a submission, but either way the question was taken out of his hands when Lisa got to her feet, thus forcing Adelaide to do the same.
Mind racing as the bloody affair spun out of her control, Brewster stopped trying to break away and instead crooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the other brunette's back over and over again. Lisa groaned, kept gnawing, voiced a cry of frustration when Adelaide pulled loose and immediately CHOMPED down on the side of her perfect neck! Dream threw her head back and shrieked, a sound of luxurious anguish that made her shiver all over. Smiling around the welt she'd raised, the Queen of Nightmares stopped chewing and put those reddened lips to her prey's ear. “In case there's any doubt, I just want you to know,” she said in a triumphant whisper. “You taste PERFECTNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Dream SLAMMED a Kneelift into the pit of Brewster's stomach to finally create some separation! Wanting nothing more than to get as far away as possible, Lisa instead slipped around behind her adversary, then reached back over her right shoulder and cupped Adelaide's chin in that hand. In the next instant she kicked her right leg straight out in front only to snap in back and drop down to her tummy, a violent shift that yanked Brewster off her feet and THWHAMMED her down on the back of her head and neck with ring-rattling force!
PERCHANCE TO DREAM @ 7:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xByXxDX2IVQ
Perchance to Dream turned the Sanguinaire inside out, Adelaide tumbling over onto her stomach only to push herself to all fours within a few seconds. This fiendish resilience didn't faze Lisa in the slightest, indeed she buried her hands in Brewster's hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors.
“Of course the taste is perfect,” the Ultimate Image wiped a forearm across her bleeding mouth, “I'm Lisa Dream, stupid.”
Just then Lisa's hands went up and the FAWNatics roared to shake the rafters as The Dream began to dole out some divine retribut(t)ion in a symphony that was anything but bittersweet. Exhaustion and blood loss be damned, Lisa worked like a woman expelling demons, or maybe just two years of bad dreams as she made Brewster's buns jiggle and dance with a seemingly endless barrage of open-handed slaps!
Finally, once Adelaide's cheeks were hotter than the fires that'd burned away the last of the poisonous Red, The Dream pulled Brewster to her full height, then spun around on the spot so she could hook an arm around the other brunette's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she brought her right leg up as high as she could, then brought it slashing down as she laid out flat to THWHONK Adelaide down on the crown of her skull! The Day Dreamer stood Adelaide up like a tent spike, or rather an ash stake for a full two seconds before her body caught up with the impact and she slopped out in a face-down sprawl. Beside her, Lisa rolled the Daughter of Darkness to her back so she could climb aboard, The Dream digging her knees into Adelaide's flanks while her hands clamped down on Adelaide's shoulders to keep her pinned to the mat for...
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9NAuAx2GM0
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Lisa didn't have the energy for a wild celebration, she did however find it in herself to nod in satisfaction when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LISA DREAM!”
With their seconds having been banned from ringside, it’s like old times for The Dream, celebrating her glorious flawlessness on her own, save Nick grabbing a wrist when she struggled to vertical, the official raising her left arm aloft.
Lisa dropped a wad of rosy spittle onto Adelaide’s throat, the red, bubbly liquid collecting on her neck before dribbling off to the right. It was nothing compared to the sheet of Brewster’s own blood, a thick mask over the face of the unconscious brunette.
Freed from Castle, Lisa planted a boot on the cleft of Adelaide’s bosom for her extra juicy money shot. She raised both arms high and wide then pumped a fist at the roaring throng.
Dream lowered then wipes her hands dramatically, showing she’s done with Adelaide, having gained her righteous revenge. She removed her boot from Brewster’s chest and kicked the ‘dust’ off behind her, onto a Weeping Sleeping Angel.
But then she stopped, Lisa looking over her shoulder at the wreckage. She turned back to Adelaide.
“You know. You deserve so much more.”
No response.
“And this being Mania, I think they’ll give me time for some fun.”
As Dream dipped and reached for Brewster’s blood-matted locks, there’s a squeak of feedback from the FAWNtron. In two stories of living color, Sierra Mist stood in front of a bound and gagged Heather Crofton, the Lone Star Girl knocked cold.
SIERRA MIST
HEATHER CROFTON
“Lisa!” Mist shouted. “You better stop before you and I do something we might regret.”
The Dream instantly forgot the carcass in her ring and moved to the ropes nearest the screen, calling for a microphone.
“You do anything to her and what I’ve done to your daddy,” Lisa advised. “It’ll be nothing compared to what I do to you!”
“Aw. Lisa. Do you really think you should be threatening me? I can do anything I want to Miss Mustang!”
“But you know what I can and WILL do to you, Sierra. So get ready!”
Dream dropped the stick, flew through the ropes to the floor, and raced up the ramp as the Tron flashes to darkness.
Lisa sprinted past the EMTs headed in the opposite direction, the men ready to mop up what’s left of Adelaide and squeegee the Daughter of Darkness into an ambulance waiting in the parking lot.
As for the protective Dream, time would tell on the success of her ride to the rescue, the FAWNatics readying themselves for the next Mania spectacle seconds after her disappearance behind the curtain.
The legend seemed ready to show out after falling short in a tag match with Heather against Adelaide and Sierra, women who altered the course of her destiny like few others.
Tonight’s match figures to be a capper one way or the other, the comeback of The Dream surviving or dying. And so, Bethany decreed both Lisa and Brewster’s seconds would be banned from ringside. The battle would be woman on woman.
The Ultimate Image could hardly contain her excitement at the chance to batter the Weeping Angel, Lisa planning on making Adelaide sob under a coat of red before the organization’s biggest night was through.
Her iconic accompaniment filled the arena and Lisa let out an audible exhalation. Redemption, revenge and the remainder of her career path surely depended on the contest directly ahead. Dream pushed into the darkness.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
LISA DREAM
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a Mania-sized crescendo, the ovation joining the stirring music as the industry icon stood illuminated.
Sins washed away by the elevating manner in which she’s returned from the abyss, the crowd welcomes Dream with resounding cheers, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene smile.
The Dream was a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel escaping the demons once imprisoning her and finding salvation in the mortal realm of Central Florida.
For the Dreamers in the audience, nearly everyone judging from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads were in white as well.
The Personification of Perfection strode the ramp and aisle like an onrushing doom, the sheer force of her righteousness sending chills down the spine of each Dreamophile.
Lisa’s sincere smile grew toothy, signs of happiness no longer out of place. She nodded to the applause and was comfortable enough to offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, the reincarnated legend ascended the steel steps. Dream halted for a long look around the bowl, then slipped through the ropes. She moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Introducing herself without the famous Dream soliloquies had become the norm, but on this special occasion, Lisa raised a stick to her lips as the music faded. The Dream allows her adoring crowd to wear itself out enough to begin, beatific grin firmly planted.
“Thank you so much,” Lisa said, beaming. “You’re so kind. I realize my return has been a shock to the system for everyone and I have stayed quiet for the most part, wanting to let my actions speak for me. But on the grandest stage, I want you all to know for Adelaide, this evening, I am not the Ultimate Image. I AM THE ULTIMATE WEAPON!”
Dream tossed the microphone away to an earsplitting roar from the crowd. The Announcer tried to shout over the top.
“Our next fight is a First Blood match with a wrestler only able to attempt pins or submissions after bloodying her foe. It is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. The first competitor, already in the ring, hails from New York, New York. Standing at five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Personification of Perfection... LISA DREAM!”
Lisa bowed and backpedaled to her corner, waiting for the woman who sent her to hell, Brewster on the doorstep to her doom.
The crowd was still savoring their Dreamy euphoria when the Announcer went and threw cold water all over everything. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Darling of the Abattoir… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Hope and empathy melted away as the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
In the ring Lisa moved from her corner to the center of the mat, so eager was the former World Champion to get at the creature that'd consigned her to an ignominious, bubbling exile.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide stood center stage, a little rill of red dripping from the left corner of her mouth before she leaned her head back and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red into the gloom overhead.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while turning her gaze to Senior Official Nick Castle. Happy to do the brunette's bidding if it meant a night free of Mist-related troubles, the zebra sat on the middle strand and raised the top one-handed. The way was open, yet Brewster didn't move, not until Lisa herself strode to the edge of the ring and purred, “Please... do come in.” Adelaide smiled and advanced at once which would've led to a confrontation on the apron if Castle hadn't waved the Personification of Perfection back by several steps. As it was she was still hovering close by when Brewster slipped through the strands and just like that they were in each other's faces, the warring brunettes eager to let the other know just how much blood they were going to lose before the sun rose tomorrow.
Mania meant the big fight feel was omnipresent, yet somehow this pair of former World Champions seemed to raise the stakes of their confrontation by simply refusing to break eye contact once they'd both entered the squared circle. Nose to nose through all of Nick Castle's last second instructions, the scant inches between them almost crackled with potential violence, yet there was no flurry simultaneous with the CLANG of the bell. Indeed, the sound of it had almost faded into the rafters before Brewster deigned to speak.
“You stand before me adorned in white, presumably as testament to your absolved sins, but all I see is another lamb headed for the slaughter.”
“You see only what you care to see, Adelaide.” Dream murmured. “But the truth is, the woman that stands before you is far stronger than the wretch you dispatched at Madhouse.”
“So you admit to being less than perfect during our first encounter?” the glint in Brewster's dark eyes suggested she didn't believe the Ultimate Image of Human Redemption. “So you were lying then, or you're lying now. Either way,” the Daughter of Darkness took a step back and raised her left hand high overhead, “I'll enjoy making you bleed.”
The Dream didn't take her eyes off Brewster as she initiated the first half of the Test of Strength. “I can't say I'll enjoy spilling your blood, but I will absolutely DELIGHT in shutting your hateful mouOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Adelaide had begun to lift her other hand, but instead of meeting Dream's touch, she snatched hold of the other brunette's clasped hand and jerked it down so she could sink her teeth into Lisa's wrist!
The pain was bright yet not immobilizing and after Dream got over the initial shock she reared back and CRACKED Brewster upside the head with an open-handed Slap that let her pull her hand free from the gargoyle's maw. The welt was nasty, but Adelaide hadn't broken the skin, for which The Dream was quite grateful. “If I am to bleed tonight, it will be via fist, elbow or knee, NOT your disgusting teeth. Do you understand, Adelai--” CRACK!
Brewster tagged her with a defiant Bitch Slap to the mouth, a disrespectful swat that widened Dream's eyes in 'how dare you!' shock. “I will NOT bleed tonight, sweet Dream, because the only real weapon in your arsenal is that silver tongue and that's not enough to wound--”
Lisa flung herself at Brewster, sweeping the other brunette into a Collar & Elbow that quickly dissolved into a rude shoving match as the rivals tried to impose their will. For a while they were nothing but an aggressive, chaotic pinwheel going this way and that, it wasn't until Dream managed to force her opponent into the ropes that she slowed them enough to deliver several shoveling right hands to Brewster's taut tummy!
There would've been more if Castle hadn't hurried over and barked, “All right, Lisa! Let's break that clinch and step off, ok?” Dream delivered a few more punches on general principle, then raised her hands to shoulder level and took a step ba--”
Adelaide snatched hold of her shoulders, spun The Dream into the strands and immediately pumped a few Kneelifts into that perfect tummy! Lisa gasped, wrapped her arms around Adelaide's shoulders in a clench and twisted her hips in an effort to block more Kneelifts. This effort was successful in that regard, though it couldn't stop Adelaide from huffing into her ear, “Throwing punches after the ref's called for a break? You're not reformed at all, you're still the same insane brat I banished two years ago. And I'll peel off all this pretty white veneer to show these chattel you haven't changed one bit!”
Brewster's breath was hot against Lisa's ear and she braced herself for a quick nip only to snarl in disgust when the Weeping Angel kissed the side of her neck instead! A hard shove broke them apart and sent Adelaide sauntering around the squared circle while Lisa caught her breath and smoothed down the edges of her skirt. Keeping the ropes to her back until she felt her blood start to cool a bit, The Dream stepped off and went straight for Brewster, who did not shy away from her approach.
Their second lock-up proved much more technical than the first, though the aggression and mutual disdain were still in evidence. A few seconds of grumbling stalemate ended when Dream slipped an arm across the back of her opponent's neck and yanked her down into a snug Side Headlock, that let the former World Champion grrrrrrrrrrrriiiiind the other brunette's jawline against the point of her hip! Brewster growled and stamped, popped a few punches into her foe's flank, but she didn't go anywhere until Lisa slung her up 'n over, the Weeping Angel landing flat on her back while still mired in the Headlock.
Feet braced against the canvas, Lisa rocked back and continued to squeeze, her pressure putting an obvious flush on Adelaide's face. “I think I'll break your teeth tonight.” The Dream opined after several more seconds of the painful hold. “That way the only blood you taste will be your own.”
Brewster fought and squirmed, the trapped grappler pushing and scraping at Lisa's flexed arm in an effort to escape her grasp. “Why Lisa, that's so much more Old Testament than I would've expected for someone preaching patience and forgiveness. Does the little cowgirl know you still harbor such violent tendencies?” Adelaide didn't give her a chance to answer, instead she darted a hand up, buried it in The Dream's hair and wrenched her head backward at an awkward angle!
Lisa could feel a Headscissors attempt on the horizon, but rather than try to thwart it by freeing her hair she halved her own grip, crooked that hand into a talon and draaaaaaaaagged her nails across the other brunette's forehead! Brewster yelped in surprise and did in fact let loose of Lisa's luscious locks, so Dream flipped them out of easy reach before doubling down on the Headlock and jouncing it like she meant to take the Nosferhotu's head clean off! “I know you can't submit until I've drawn blood.” the Personification of Perfection grunted. “But if you were to shout for mercy I might be inclined to HHRRRHHHH!”
Brewster answered by dragging her own nails down Lisa's back, then grabbing another huge handful of hair. No chance to counter this time around, the Weeping Angel forced Dream to lean back so she could pop her hips and 'smeck' them around her opponent's neck. Ankles locked tight, Adelaide scootched into position on one side and put every bit of her considerable lower body strength into crushing the Dream's divine cranium. “Don't waste your breath.” Brewster snapped when she saw Castle drawing closer to the action. “I haven't bled her yet and I'm quite satisfied to sit here watching her squ--”
Lisa couldn't free herself from the Scissors, but she could adjust her position and that's exactly what she did, the former World Champion adjusting her position so that she was on all fours with the crown of her skull pressed to the mat. This adjustment also put Adelaide in a straight seat looking at the curve of her opponent's nearly bare back and the Weeping Angel couldn't help but drag her talons down that porcelain perfection. Dream growled and pushed onto her tiptoes, a reaction that made Brewster smile.
“You shy away from my touch now, but rest assured, little Dream, you'll crave it long before I return to your ne--”
Lisa hopped up and landed with her feet beside Adelaide's left leg. Another hop put them by her right leg, then a third back to the left, Lisa skipping to and fro with metronome precision until she crunched in on herself and popped straight up to escape the Headscissors and return to her feet in a single stroke. Standing tall over a glowering Brewster, The Dream dipped into a delicate curtsy and made a show of patting the seated wrestler's head. “You don't crave my blood, Adelaide.” she said sweetly. “You crave perfection. Alas, this is as close as you'll ever--”
Brewster made to snatch her wrist (presumably for another nibble) but Lisa had anticipated just such a reaction and she reddened her rival's cheek with a quick Bitch Slap instead! Adelaide hissed, scrambled to her feet and ate a short kick to the knee that transformed her into an instant penitent. With Brewster vulnerable in the center of the squared circle, Lisa took to her heels and sprinted into the strands directly behind her adversary. A short return trip followed, one that ended with Dream palming Adelaide's head in both hands just before she tumbled through a gorgeous somersault that THWHUNKED Brewster's forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ROLLING NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjJAfo_-NuQ
The Queen of Nightmares flopped onto her back and Lisa scrambled for a cover only to realize she couldn't attempt one yet.
Momentarily flummoxed, she quickly grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled Adelaide to boot leather. From there she switched over to a Wristlock and sent the woozy wrestler into the ropesNO! Brewster dug in her heels, yanked Lisa in close and wrapped her arms around the Ultimate Image's upper thighs. Just like that she shot up straight, rocked back on her heels and dropped Lisa throat-first across the top rope! Gagging and coughing after the Hot Shot, Dream would've retreated from the ropes if Brewster hadn't bodied in behind her and glommed onto the other brunette's hair. Forcing Lisa to bend double, she forced her halfway through the gap between top and middle rope, then straightened her up and deftly draped both arms over the rubber-coated steel.
An unpleasant position grew all the more so when Adelaide sprang up and threaded her legs around The Dream's waist in a snug Scissors. That wasn't the real problem though, the real problem was Brewster's mouth, which was nuzzled close to the former champion's right ear. “I already drained you of the Red,” she purred softly, “I wonder what will remain if I drain the Light as well?”
Dream grit her teeth, shook her head 'no'. “You don't have the strength to HHHHHRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Adelaide leaned in chomped down, the Sanguinaire not simply nibbling but biting the neck of her perfect prey!
The Dream yelped in pain but also worry as she felt the teeth of the Weeping Angel sink into her skin. If drawing her blood wouldn’t end the match, and it wouldn’t, doing so would give Brewster a huge advantage, one surely difficult to overcome.
Being the first to go after pins and submissions wouldn’t even take into account the red flag the Daughter of Darkness would surely see with blood dripping from her alabaster nape.
With Adelaide at once riding both her foe and the middle ropes in tandem, Lisa’s adversary controlling Dream with the ropes and her lower limbs, the Ultimate Image had little option but to jerk her noggin forward then swing it back, butting the rear of her skull into Adelaide’s chin!
Brewster’s head snapped back from the collision and, with her foe’s Scissors simultaneously loosened, Dream shook free. Unwrapping her arms from around the uppermost cables, Lisa chose to go between the strands rather than turn and fight from closer quarters. Sliding out to the apron, only then did Dream spin and it’s partially in response to Adelaide sinking a set of ruby-tipped stilettoes into her scalp.
Dream yipped as she turned, now face to face with the woman who nearly ended her eternally.
Lisa cupped laced fingers behind the cranium of the Weeping Angel and dropped to the floor, repaying Hot Shot for Hot Shot. Adelaide’s throat grew rosy in its own right as Brewster staggers away from the rubber-coated steel in ungainly fashion, Brewster grasping at her neck, wheezing in difficult breaths.
On the outside, the quick wipe of a palm over the location where the Sanguinaire made her an appetizer shows no release of AB negative, The Dream’s rare type remaining within her for the moment.
Relieved, Lisa rolled in under the bottom rope, stalking a gasping Brewster. She snatched the slightly lowered head of her foe from behind and, in one fluid motion, drew her fellow brunette forward. The Ultimate Image forcefully guided Adelaide toward the far corner and leapt through the cables, legs extended, delivering Adelaide’s forehead to the middle buckle with a very special Bulldog cooked up just for the Queen of Nightmares.
Seated on the middle rope next to the corner, legs outside, torso within, The Dream swung her stems back to join her target. She dipped her fingers within Adelaide’s dark locks and pressed her foe’s brow tight to the thinly-padded buckle. Lisa Legend THWONKED her foe’s face into the juncture a half-dozen times to pacify Brewster further, then scrubbed her forehead against the leather covering the padding. Back and forth several times, Adelaide’s flawless features swept across the cowhide until Castle’s count to ‘FOUR’ drew Lisa’s mitts away.
Granting Nick’s wish, Dream got the match out of the corner. Lisa spun a glassy-eyed Brewster to face her and while Adelaide’s mug was flushed and abraded there’s no juice leaking.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” The Dream asked rhetorically.
“I will be,” Adelaide grunted before being punished by a lifted knee to the bridge of her nose.
Brewster’s arms pinwheeled to keep her upright and she managed, long enough for a boot to flash toward her taut tummy. Dream’s Toe Kick impales the plasma enthusiast, leaving her bent at the waist and moaning.
Lisa led a pliant Brewster to dead center, her Dreamers full-throated in support of the reborn icon. With the Daughter of Darkness properly situated, Dream sprinted for the ropes at the Sanguinaire’s side. She rebounded at full speed and looped a clubbing right forearm down across the back of Adelaide’s neck. The brutal impact sends Brewster CRASHING to the deck, face and chest down, each taking a fair share of the brunt of Lisa’s Dreamsicle.
Skidding to a stop and turning to survey the barely stirring Angel, the Ultimate Image enjoyed the loud support of her legion but didn't play to it. Instead, she moved to her adversary, a boot to the ribs sending a shell-shocked Brewster to her back and Lisa into motion once more.
Dream skipped over the splayed freak and hopped to the middle cable, The Dream grasping the top strand momentarily before using the lower rope as a springboard. The Dream back-flipped gracefully into her Dreamysault, tummy headed to CRUSH open tummy. But the midriff of of Perfection meets a less than impeccable crash-pad, Adelaide having lifted her knees.
Gutting herself with the fateful landing, a gurgling Lisa rolled away from the blow, hugging her bruised belly and gasping for air, the landing having forced all the air from her lungs via her compressed diaphragm. Rocking from shoulder to shoulder, Dream’s bug-eyed gaze on the rafters was replaced by the scowling visage of the Weeping Angel. One of Lisa’s arms remained swaddled around her abdomen, the other reaching palm out toward Adelaide in a silent plea.
“You forget yourself,” Brewster hisses. “Both with whom you’re facing and to the task before you.”
Adelaide wrapped her palms around Lisa’s temples and ears and YANKED the gulping, bleary-eyed brunette to her feet, then bullied a rubber-legged Dream to a corner. Once there, Adelaide climbed to the middle ropes, a boot on either side. She POUNDED away with clenched fists to the perfect brow of Lisa’s flawless features. Despite a trouncing ten-spot, each counted out by many Dreamophiles and few Dreamophobes alike, the stupefied Luscious Lisa’s face remained corpuscle-free.
Adelaide dropped her soles to the canvas, a bit perturbed.
“No matter,” she said. “That’s such a crude way to start the flow to victory. You, my dear Lisa, deserve something befitting your supple, appetizing frame.”
Grabbing Lisa by her right wrist, Brewster dragged the lethargic Dream out of the corner, acceding to Castle’s demands. Reaching center stage, the Weeping Angel folds the arm back in a forced bicep flex, Dream’s right hand near her shoulderblade, Brewster clearing a well-worn path that all too many victims had trod.
Balling her right digits into a white-knuckled clench, Adelaide pivoted and PLOWED a Heart Punch into the cleft of Dream’s bosom. Lisa’s dark peepers crossed then rolled back in her head after impact. The groaning Dreamers watched the Ultimate Image shudder, legs jellied, bloodpumper skipping a beat or two as Dream fainted to her knees, only remaining half-upright with a lean against the domineering stance of the Daughter of Darkness.
Adelaide sank to a crouch, nose to nose with the dumbfounded Dream. Brewster wrapped her arms behind the head of the Ultimate Image and sensuously drew Lisa’s features into her chest with a Front Sleeper grip. Adelaide’s neck twisted to the side to offer egress to the supple flesh of The Dream’s milky white nape, Brewster’s previous indentations remaining as targets for her incisors.
“The task is to make you bleed, then make you fade into insensate bliss, only to return if I deem it suitable, perhaps keeping you on the roster whenever I’m in need of a snack.”
No verbal response from The Dream, or rather, no understandable verbal response. Her squeals and wailings, while muffled, were still quite audible. The smile on Brewster's lips suggested she loved every bit of it. “I am the nightmare that haunts perfection.” She squeezed her left bicep a little tighter and used her left hand to grind Lisa's nose against her sternum. “There is no escaping me, Lisa Dream. Change your colors, change your stripes, change the lies you tell the world, none of it matters when my teeth are to your necKEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Brewster threw her head back and shrieked in surprise and anger before abandoning the smother so she could SMASH open-palmed slaps into The Dream's skull! Give Lisa credit, she endured at least half a dozen slaps before she finally stopped chewing and scrambled away from the other brunette. On her feet in an instant, Adelaide pressed a hand to the sore spot above her right breast and was disgusted to find her hand come away red.
As for the Ultimate Image, she stood up and wiped a blot off her bottom lip before pursing her lips and spitting on the mat. “Funny.” she huffed. “I thought you'd taste like fear... or maybe danger. Turns out you don't taste like much of anyth--”
Brewster stormed in with a Haymaker meant to loosen teeth so she put even more out of countenance when Dream blocked it with her forearm, then snatched that hand in a Greco Roman Knuckle-Lock and wrenched her arm straight down to put the other brunette up on tiptoes! “Look at that, Nick!” Lisa flattened her free hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED an Overhand Slap against Adelaide's chest! “Looks like blood to you, right?”
The Senior Official agreed that it did, though he wasn't able to confirm the wound until two more Slaps left an undeniable smear on the former World Champion's palm. He threw a nod to the Announcer who promptly told the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, Lisa Dream has drawn blood! She may now attempt to pin or submit her opponent!”
His words were still reaching the folks at the concession stand when Lisa relinquished the Knuckle-Lock in favor of a Front Facelock. In the next instant she tossed Brewster's left arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked her left leg in a standing cradle. This was a familiar arrangement for anyone that'd followed the veteran's career at length, yet what precise shade of perfection she meant to unleash remained a mystery until she dropped down and rolled backward in a tumble that took Adelaide along for the ride. But no clever pinning predicament this, The Dream came up on her feet and immediately floated into a beautiful bridge that THWHUMPED the Weeping Angel down on the back of her head and shoulders! Struck down by the first verse in Lisa's Ode to Perfection, Brewster remained glued to the mat while Castle and the 'Mania crowd counted out...
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE 1:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kckpvUw9_UQ
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Adelaide kicked out with a half second to spare, t'was only a flesh wound after all. Lisa sat up, smoothed back her hair and took a moment to compose herself. She looked flushed, but not frazzled. Indeed she looked quite a bit better than her opponent, who had one hand pressed to her bleeding chest and the other rubbing the base of her neck. “Sticking strictly to the letter of your nasty little game, I don't have to make you bleed any more to win this match.” The Dream noted in the midst of filling her hands with Adelaide's hair. “But the SPIRIT of the game... well, you haven't even started to hurt yet, Adelaide Brewster.”
“Spuuuhhh... spare me your threats, chattel.” the other woman huffed. “They mean nothing and concern me even leHHRRGGHH!”
Lisa pumped a Kneelift into Adelaide's tummy! Then another and another and another, the Personification of Perfection's diaphanous skirt flick-flick-flicking as she alternated between shots from the left and right. Eventually Brewster's legs grew rickety so The Dream straightened her up, then turned around and reached over one shoulder to secure a Three Quarters Facelock. The Dreamophiles roared in the hopes of a Day Dreamer and were slightly disappointed when their heroine flipped Adelaide onto her butt with a garden variety Snapmare. Yet this disappointment did not last long as Lisa charged into the ropes and returned with a full head of steam, all the better to THWHUNK the point of her right knee into the side of Adelaide's skull! Brewster crumpled to the deck in a heap, the Weeping Angel sprawled out for all the world to see courtesy the Nightmare on Dream Street. As for Lisa, she dropped into a seat on her tormentor's tummy, grabbed her left leg behind the knee and cranked it back in a Half Matchbook good for the...
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iZ_-erhTs0
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Lisa hadn't secured Brewster's shoulders and paid for it when the grounded brunette shot an arm into the air, breaking the count. If Dream had seemed more methodical following the previous near-fall, here she changed it up by immediately snatching hold of Adelaide's wrist in order to haul her to verticality. Stuffing a shoulder into Brewster's sternum, Lisa marched her foe into the ropes (treating her to a little extra shove at the end just for good measure), then stepped off and dropped a shoulder to send the Queen of Nightmares across the canvas via an Irish NO!
Adelaide dug in her heels, clamped down on Dream's wrist and sent her to the ropes in her stead! Lisa made the journey without comment, bounced out and came back twice as fast, narrowly avoiding a huge Clothesline from Brewster in the process. Taking to the skies as she closed in on the edge of the ring, she hopped onto the second strand and launched herself backward in a gorgeous Springboard Back Elbow aimed at the point of Adelaide's chi--'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from the capacity crowd when the Nosferhotu grabbed The Dream outta mid-air with a Waistlock and bridged backward to THAWHAM the former World Champion down on the back of her head! The force of that unexpected German Suplex rolled Dream back onto her haunches, the Supernal Starlet appearing momentarily dimmed as her shoulders heaved and she eyelids fluttered.
Brewster noted these vulnerabilities but did not seize upon them, at least not yet. Instead she hooked her thumbs into the top of one knee pad and pulled it down before repeating the tactic on the other. That proved all the preparation she needed as the Weeping Angel quickly stormed over to Lisa, snatched a handful of hair and yanked her upright. “The threat of blood is no threat at all, you delusional bitch.” she hissed in The Dream's face. “I can only hope you're just as eager to shed your own.”
“I'll do... I'll do... whatever it takes to put you down, WannadreOOFFH!”
Adelaide silenced the sass with a Kneelift to the tummy, then crooked an arm across the back of Lisa's neck so that the pair of brunettes were effectively side by side when Brewster charged toward the far side of the ring. Much as her favorite meal had done moments prior, Adelaide leapt onto the middle rope, but where Lisa's venture ended in disaster, Brewster found exactly what she sought when she skipped off, wedged both bare knees against Dream's perfect mug and laid out on her back!
SPRINGBOARD BITCHBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmCrx_Evia4
The Springboard Bitchbreaker took Lisa down like the mat was magnetized and the way she cupped her mouth in both hands had the Dreamophiles understandably concerned. These grew into outright fears when Adelaide swatted the other brunette's hand away so she could mash the heel of her palm against The Dream's mouth and raise it high overhead. The damp smear on Lisa's chin confirmed the worst, as did the Announcer's proclamation. “Adelaide Brewster has drawn blood! She may now attempt to pin or submit her opponent.” Dark eyes alight at the prospect, the Daughter of Darkness scraped Lisa off the mat, stuffed a Toe Kick into her gut, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors where she slapped on a rough Waistlock.
A Powerbomb, Piledriver or some other bit of nastiness seemed imminent when Brewster paused, her expression that of someone gripped by the most brilliant idea. Releasing the Waistlock but not the Headscissors, she scooched around so that she was facing the hard camera, thus ensuring the viewers at home had an excellent view when she--
RESOUNDING boos peppered with a few salacious cheers as Adelaide gripped the bottom edge of Lisa's skirt and flipped it up to reveal gleaming white battle briefs beneath. A wedgie, nasty as it was, would've only attracted a fraction of the scorn Brewster now enjoyed, no, the ire of the FAWNatics was so strong because the Queen of Nightmares flattened her hands and began to swat at The Dream's beguiling buns. Slowly, softly at first, yet her pace quickly grew heavier and meaner, shifting from playful swats to vicious slaps. It was a brutal bongo session, one that had blistered the best butts in FAWN for more than a decade, it was a Bittersweet Symphony indeed, and the fact that it was greeted with vitriol and disdain from all sides was perhaps the biggest sign that the crowd had truly embraced the former villainess.
Alas, this was small (read: no) comfort to The Dream, who could only grimace and groan as Adelaide spent nearly thirty seconds adding several shades of pink and red to her formerly flawless buns. And Lisa's trouble was far from over even after Brewster puffed some invisible smoke off her palms. With the Symphony concluded Adelaide finally inflicted a wedgie, a quick, almost casual motion that put The Dream up on tiptoe. Smiling even wider than ever, the Queen of Nightmares wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist, muscled her up into a seat on her shoulders, then went up on her tiptoes and dropped forward onto her belly to THWHAM Lisa against the deck with a thunderous Falling Powerbomb!
FALLING POWERBOMB @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8LTJfzALIs
With Lisa blinking up into the lights, Adelaide climbed aboard for a languid pin, the black-clad battler draping a leg across The Dream's midsection and pinning her wrists high overhead to ensure she couldn't wriggle away from the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa twisted a shoulder off the canvas to the relief of the Dreamers, even with Brewster in continued possession of her wrists. With The Dream on her side, Adelaide moved to a kneel and pulled the legend to a slumped, seated position then ROCKED her rival with a forearm. Latching onto Lisa’s dark mop, the Weeping Angel rose to a stance in front of her now kneeling foe and POUNDED a half-dozen knees into Dream’s face.
Lisa remained halfway to vertical only by Adelaide’s good graces and the grip on her chocolate mane. A bleary-eyed Dream had a mouthful of red after the further assault and Brewster decided she wants a very special taste.
Pulling a wobbling Dream to standing, Adelaide’s control grew more tender, her palms surrounding the cheeks of the lethargic Lisa. She PLANTED a wet sloppy one on Dream’s gaping mouth. There’s tongue galore with this kiss, as Adelaide licked the blood from Lisa’s lower lips, delighting in the sample for long sensuous swishes.
A struggling Dream pulled free after the make out, still unsteady on her feet. Humiliation turned to pain when Brewster, unhappy her appetizer cut things short, spun into a Discus Elbow to Lisa’s chin that sent Dream pirouetting to the canvas, ending in a wide spreadeagle, a line of blood spatter leading Adelaide back to her meal. Brewster hovered over the glassy-eyed brunette.
DISCUS ELBOW @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALQMEeX5By8
“You are delicious. I’ll never deny you that,” the Daughter of Darkness admitted, licking her lips. “But you made me bleed my own blood,” Adelaide complained, wiping her plasma from a brow. “And I’ve always been more of a taker than a giver.”
Moving to a backward-facing straddle of the splayed Dream, Brewster plucked Lisa’s left ankle off the deck. Adelaide twisted in a 180 with her grip, spinning Lisa to her chest. She wrapped both arms around the captured joint and worked the Ultimate Image in an Ankle Lock like a part-time job.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nu5NCLnJjw
Woken out of her stupor by the anguish, Lisa howled in pain. She pushed off the mat as Adelaide wrenched on her ankle, demanding loudly and firmly the chattel surrender and face the remainder of her consequences.
The Dream, even while yelping, shook her head ‘no’ when Castle gave her the option to end the match and capitulate within the Mania spotlight. Instead, Lisa crawled her way toward the ropes, a line of bloody spittle curling out of one corner of her ruby-hued lower lip and dripping off her chin as she made her slow, agonizing trek.
But the Personification of Perfection reached the cables, slapping a palm around the bottom one and shrieking for release. At the count of ‘FOUR’, the Weeping Angel surrendered her lock, tossing Lisa’s leg to the canvas, the knee hitting with a wicked THUD.
Freed, Dream rolled under the ropes, ending on her back, cradling the limb close. She leaned her head over the edge of the apron and dripped some of the juice onto the floor. But as she fought to catch her breath, Adelaide was not unoccupied. Brewster raced down the length of the ring toward the reborn Ultimate Image, hopping to the middle ropes of the nearest corner. Grabbing the top cable with both hands, Brewster spun over the top and DROVE both knees into Lisa’s chest and abdomen with a modified Twitch of the Death Nerve.
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2bKlC4eSFE
In a fluid bounce off her brutal impact, Adelaide gracefully landed on the arena floor, grinning predatorily at a seated and gasping Dream.
Brewster formed a frame with her thumbs and forefingers, The Dream’s bleeding face within. Determining Lisa was in the correct position, the corpuscle-craving brunette planted her left leg on the arena floor and swung her right bootlaces toward the mouth of The Dream. But Lisa caught the foot with both hands!
With the leg in her possession, Dream rolled under the bottom rope, in turn YANKING Brewster’s crotch into the edge of the apron!
Lisa simultaneously broke Nick’s count and sent shock-waves throughout the Weeping Angel, Adelaide living up to her name as her dark eyes welled reflexively from the pounding of her privates. Unfortunately for the Daughter of Darkness, Lisa continued with ownership of her right ankle and TUGGED Brewster back into the war zone in a set of evil splits only exacerbating the undercarriage anguish.
With both brunettes back in legal territory, Lisa released her grip for one around Adelaide’s noggin and pulled Brewster to her feet as she rose. With the aching from below slowing her defenses, the woman who sent Lisa to hell was battered bloodier by a series of forearms to her brow. Any pretense of coagulation within the sculpted arch of hair was gone from the first blow on, blood soon pouring out.
The sight brought Lisa’s barrage to an end, but only so The Dream could nuzzle close in a Bear Hug. Dream wrapped tight, drawing a soft ‘oof’ from her compression of Adelaide’s abs. Lisa lifted her adversary off the canvas, gives her a little nibble on her foe’s neck, and dropped to one knee. The plank of her upper right leg PLOWED into the aching kitty of Mist’s mistress.
Still seated on the impaling limb, Adelaide’s features twisted in agony. A cheeky Dream wiped Brewster’s brow, filling her fingers in red, and brushed the fluid across Adelaide’s lips.
“How’s that taste, bytch?” Dream asked angrily.
The answer was clear when Adelaide spat out her own blood, the sip not agreeing with her.
Lisa shoved Brewster off her knee, Adelaide ending flat on her chest, The Dream at her feet. The Ultimate Image collected both ankles of her foe, crossing the legs then shuffling forward on her knees, securing the lower limbs under her backside. With the legs pinned, Lisa moved her attention topside, slipping her torso under the raised left arm of the Daughter of Darkness. Dream. She then straps on a nasty Crossface grip, securing her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
With Adelaide’s back and neck tortured, her face growing into a mask of blood as Lisa rubbed her wristband against the open wound on her brow, The Dream demanded a baying Adelaide yield. Castle genuflected in front of the figuratively and literally twisted Adelaide to offer Lisa’s proposal in more emotion-free terms.
“What do you say, Adelaide? Do you submit? Tell me someth--”
“ROT IN HELL!” Brewster roared at the official, her free right hand reaching for him so abruptly it forced Castle to scramble away on his haunches. “DON'T WASTE MY TIME WITH AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!”
The former World Champion shrieked in agony as Lisa resumed her scrubbing, The Dream drawing on the most savage recesses of her otherwise perfect nature to bleed out the Sanguinaire. “Muuuhhh... mind your tongue, monster.” Lisa taunted her trapped nemesis. “If you won't I'll have to rip it out along with your nasty teeOOOOOOOWWWWWWW GAHDDAMMIT!”
Reminding Brewster of her teeth proved a dangerous lapse as the Weeping Angel promptly seized hold of Dream's wrists and pulled those knotted hands down low enough that she could sink those vaunted fangs into the meat of her attacker's wrist! The Personification of Perfection wailed to the heavens and shook her head furiously 'no', but rather than relinquish the hold or demand assistance from the official, she hunkered forward and made Adelaide pay by taking a bite out of her left shoulder! This terrible, toothsome tango went on for almost ten seconds with Nick trying to warn his charges about blood loss while the 'Mania crowd voiced the thoughts of everyone watching at home with a thunderous 'HOLY SHIT!' chant.
In the end it was Brewster's bite emerging triumphant as The Dream abandoned all of her outposts to roll away and take stock of the situation. But if ever a victory were Pyrrhic it was this one, as Adelaide looked like (Red) death warmed over as she fought to one knee and lurched into the ropes in search of a repri--“NNNGGHHHH!” Lisa charged in on her six, whipped 'round on one heel and threw every bit of her weight into the Back Elbow she DROVE between the other brunette's shoulders!
Adelaide was driven into, then bounced away by the rubber-coated steel to land on her back near the middle of the ring, a position she only occupied until Dream stalked over and 'helped' her stand courtesy a double handful of battle-damp hair. Snuggled in close behind the Queen of Nightmares, Lisa wedged her chin into the side of Adelaide's neck so she could murmur, “You've haunted my dreams for far too long, bitch. Tonight's the night I finally wake up from this nightmare!” She planted a taunting smooch on Brewster's cheek, then palmed her shoulders in both hands and hopped up into an Electric Chair! Thighs framing her foe's cheeks, Lisa crossed her ankles and-- Brewster snatched hold of Dream's left foot and TWISTED for all she was worth!
Dream Driver forgotten in this explosion of pain, Lisa retained the presence of mind to curl her right hand into a fist so she could pound away at the monster's forehead. She landed perhaps three blows before Adelaide pressed her palms to the other brunette's backside and pushed her up and forward while simultaneously taking a giant step back. The Dream landed on her feet but that gimpy left ankle meant she stumbled awkwardly and almost took a knee before regaining her balance. She'd just straightened up when the Weeping Angel took to the air and crooked her right arm around Lisa's throat. It might've been a Crucifix Driver if her tummy was to the other brunette's back, but Brewster had flown in almost sideways so when she did come down she did so on all fours, thus ensuing that The Dream was torn loose of her moorings and WRENCHED across her attacker's body at an awful angle!
NIGHT FLYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MH21aXM45I
Lisa bounced to a seat, then tumbled over onto her stomach so she could massage her lower back with one hand and stifle her groans with the other. She was still tending to this injuries when Adelaide hooked onto her shoulder-straps and hauled her upright.
“You... have made for a most EXQUISITE meal, my dear, deluded Dream.” Adelaide huffed to her fellow former World Champion. “Alas, all meals, even the best ones, must come to an end. With that in mind, I shall treat myself to dessert and call it a night.”
No answer from The Dream so Brewster leaned to one side and wrapped her arms around Lisa's waist in a Gutwrench she used to spin the Ultimate Image around one hundred and eighty degrees. Already concerned, the Dreamophiles grew outright anxious when Adelaide turned to all four sides of the ring to better show off her perfect bundle before shooting up on tiptoe and-- the Nosferhotu dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the crown of Lisa's skull into the deck with a beautiful, dare I say perfect, Tombstone Piledriver!
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVAWqdfcsVM
Dream spread out on the mat looking like a bloodied Rorschach blot, one that Adelaide studied with the keenest intensity as she collected her prey's wrists and pinned them overhead. In the next instant she slid back and lowered her head to better plant one more possessive kiss on Lisa's lips as Castle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--“AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!”
Brewster's talons flew to Dream's shoulders even as the Ultimate Image reached up and palmed the other brunette's head in her hands! The angle was such that it wasn't entirely clear what'd broken the count, at least not until Lisa sat up and twisted around so she was forehead to forehead with her rival. Then there was no doubt, The Dream was aggressively gnawing on Brewster's bottom lip, her handholds there to ensure the Weeping Angel couldn't squirm away during those moments when she had to break the embrace. No breaking it now though, no matter how many punches Adelaide pounded into her attacker's ribs, she couldn't prize free of the carnivorous kiss!
As flummoxed as the rest of the crowd, Castle didn't know whether to break it up or ask for a submission, but either way the question was taken out of his hands when Lisa got to her feet, thus forcing Adelaide to do the same.
Mind racing as the bloody affair spun out of her control, Brewster stopped trying to break away and instead crooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the other brunette's back over and over again. Lisa groaned, kept gnawing, voiced a cry of frustration when Adelaide pulled loose and immediately CHOMPED down on the side of her perfect neck! Dream threw her head back and shrieked, a sound of luxurious anguish that made her shiver all over. Smiling around the welt she'd raised, the Queen of Nightmares stopped chewing and put those reddened lips to her prey's ear. “In case there's any doubt, I just want you to know,” she said in a triumphant whisper. “You taste PERFECTNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Dream SLAMMED a Kneelift into the pit of Brewster's stomach to finally create some separation! Wanting nothing more than to get as far away as possible, Lisa instead slipped around behind her adversary, then reached back over her right shoulder and cupped Adelaide's chin in that hand. In the next instant she kicked her right leg straight out in front only to snap in back and drop down to her tummy, a violent shift that yanked Brewster off her feet and THWHAMMED her down on the back of her head and neck with ring-rattling force!
PERCHANCE TO DREAM @ 7:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xByXxDX2IVQ
Perchance to Dream turned the Sanguinaire inside out, Adelaide tumbling over onto her stomach only to push herself to all fours within a few seconds. This fiendish resilience didn't faze Lisa in the slightest, indeed she buried her hands in Brewster's hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors.
“Of course the taste is perfect,” the Ultimate Image wiped a forearm across her bleeding mouth, “I'm Lisa Dream, stupid.”
Just then Lisa's hands went up and the FAWNatics roared to shake the rafters as The Dream began to dole out some divine retribut(t)ion in a symphony that was anything but bittersweet. Exhaustion and blood loss be damned, Lisa worked like a woman expelling demons, or maybe just two years of bad dreams as she made Brewster's buns jiggle and dance with a seemingly endless barrage of open-handed slaps!
Finally, once Adelaide's cheeks were hotter than the fires that'd burned away the last of the poisonous Red, The Dream pulled Brewster to her full height, then spun around on the spot so she could hook an arm around the other brunette's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she brought her right leg up as high as she could, then brought it slashing down as she laid out flat to THWHONK Adelaide down on the crown of her skull! The Day Dreamer stood Adelaide up like a tent spike, or rather an ash stake for a full two seconds before her body caught up with the impact and she slopped out in a face-down sprawl. Beside her, Lisa rolled the Daughter of Darkness to her back so she could climb aboard, The Dream digging her knees into Adelaide's flanks while her hands clamped down on Adelaide's shoulders to keep her pinned to the mat for...
DAY DREAMER:
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ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Lisa didn't have the energy for a wild celebration, she did however find it in herself to nod in satisfaction when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LISA DREAM!”
With their seconds having been banned from ringside, it’s like old times for The Dream, celebrating her glorious flawlessness on her own, save Nick grabbing a wrist when she struggled to vertical, the official raising her left arm aloft.
Lisa dropped a wad of rosy spittle onto Adelaide’s throat, the red, bubbly liquid collecting on her neck before dribbling off to the right. It was nothing compared to the sheet of Brewster’s own blood, a thick mask over the face of the unconscious brunette.
Freed from Castle, Lisa planted a boot on the cleft of Adelaide’s bosom for her extra juicy money shot. She raised both arms high and wide then pumped a fist at the roaring throng.
Dream lowered then wipes her hands dramatically, showing she’s done with Adelaide, having gained her righteous revenge. She removed her boot from Brewster’s chest and kicked the ‘dust’ off behind her, onto a Weeping Sleeping Angel.
But then she stopped, Lisa looking over her shoulder at the wreckage. She turned back to Adelaide.
“You know. You deserve so much more.”
No response.
“And this being Mania, I think they’ll give me time for some fun.”
As Dream dipped and reached for Brewster’s blood-matted locks, there’s a squeak of feedback from the FAWNtron. In two stories of living color, Sierra Mist stood in front of a bound and gagged Heather Crofton, the Lone Star Girl knocked cold.
SIERRA MIST
HEATHER CROFTON
“Lisa!” Mist shouted. “You better stop before you and I do something we might regret.”
The Dream instantly forgot the carcass in her ring and moved to the ropes nearest the screen, calling for a microphone.
“You do anything to her and what I’ve done to your daddy,” Lisa advised. “It’ll be nothing compared to what I do to you!”
“Aw. Lisa. Do you really think you should be threatening me? I can do anything I want to Miss Mustang!”
“But you know what I can and WILL do to you, Sierra. So get ready!”
Dream dropped the stick, flew through the ropes to the floor, and raced up the ramp as the Tron flashes to darkness.
Lisa sprinted past the EMTs headed in the opposite direction, the men ready to mop up what’s left of Adelaide and squeegee the Daughter of Darkness into an ambulance waiting in the parking lot.
As for the protective Dream, time would tell on the success of her ride to the rescue, the FAWNatics readying themselves for the next Mania spectacle seconds after her disappearance behind the curtain.