Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:45:10 GMT
A roving camera crew at the FAWN Arena happened upon this scene a few hours prior to Thrills, Chills, & Spills 2024...
Heather Crofton and Lisa Dream had just finished up a bit of light sparring to help warm the latter up for her match against Kylie Sanders when the door swung open to admit Colleen O'Neal and Heaven Hughes of the Greater Good. The Ginger Genius was in the middle of saying something to her protege when she spotted Heather and Lisa and said, “Afternoon, ladies. Apologies for being a little early, don't rush anything on our account.”
“No rush.” Heather replied as she slipped through the strands and headed for her gym bag. “We were just finishing up.”
“Feeling good about the match tonight, Lisa?” Hughes after she'd set her own bag down. “Ky's gotta be coming in motivated after you and Heather won the Tag Match last month.”
“Heather's done an excellent job standing in for the Pleasant Valley Princess.” Lisa said with an appreciative nod to her partner. “I suspect I'm as ready as I can be. What about the two of you? What brings the Archangel and the Santa Monica Sweetheart to the practice ring this afternoon?”
“I want to tighten up my submission defenses.” Hughes answered, her normally bright expression darkening considerably. “Castillo stretched me out bad last month. Colleen's going to put me through the wringer so I can be ready the next time we cross paths. Then it'll be my turn to take a bite out of her mean ass.”
“Language, Heaven.” O'Neal murmured in a tone that Heather recognized from her own sessions with Lisa. “But yes, I'll be helping Heaven with her mat game and it certainly won't hurt either of us to be properly limbered up and stretched before the show starts. Just because we're not on the card tonight doesn't mean we don't want to be ready to assist Liberty and Giselle, should the champs try any of their usual tricks.”
Dream and Crofton both grimaced at mention of Psy Ops, as they'd been on the losing end of a Tag Team title opportunity against the fearsome pair in spring of the previous year. “I hope Libby and Giselle are at the top of their game.” Heather said carefully. “Those two are...dangerous.”
Lisa shook her head in disgust. “A menace, that's what they are. Celia was threat enough on her own, but now that she's in control of Rebecca's moral compass? That's just...” she trailed off, trying to find the right word.
Silence hung heavy in the gym until a low, coolly amused voice asked, “Just what, Lisa? I'd be very interested to hear your assessment on the situation.”
The assembled quartet turned their attention toward the door and bristled at the sight of Celia Blassenville and Becky Clayton, the ladies of Psy Ops having crept in with the speed and silence of an intrusive thought. Dark eyes narrowing as she honed in on her former psychiatrist, Lisa found her voice and replied, “Disgusting, Celia. Your corruption of a once valiant psyche is a disgusting affront that should've been stopped months a--”
“Watch your mouth, asshole.” Clayton growled. “I won't tolerate that sort of lip from the bitch who doubles as a 24/7 buffet for a sin eater.”
Lisa started forward, stopped when Heather grabbed her arm. “An impressive illusion, Celia.” she told the redhead. “But I can still see your lips move when the puppet spea--”
Clayton surged for the former World Champion, forcing Blassenville to put a hand on her shoulder. “Easy, Rebecca. Lisa's simply projecting because she knows its only a matter of time before she tires of Ms. Crofton the same way she tired of Ms. Mist and is forced to jettison her in similarly violent fashion. Then this carefully constructed facade she's built comes crashing down and the world will see what the whole locker room already knows. The new Lisa Dream is just the old Lisa Dream with better PR.”
“That's a lie!” Heather stepped up beside her mentor, but proceeded no farther. “She's done more for my career in the last year than you've done for anyone in your whole miserable life!”
Celia looked mildly amused. “The Queen of the Madhouse title and the Tag Team Championships disagree with your assessment, Ms. Crofton.”
“Here's something we can ALL agree on.” Colleen moved into place off Lisa's right shoulder and was joined immediately thereafter by Heaven. “The two of you should leave before it becomes necessary for us to make you leave.”
Clayton rolled her shoulders but otherwise held her ground, the brunette thrumming like a tuning fork that promised explosive violence. “Say the word, Doc.” she told Celia without taking her eyes off the Dreamy Do-Gooders. Just say the word and I'll Rorschach the walls with these shit-bags.”
“I do believe your efforts would be better channeled toward a time when gold hangs in the balance, Rebecca.” replied the Mistress of Puppets. “After all, why use all your aggression on this Rushmore of Mediocrity when there's a Princess and a Pin-Up that require our attention later this evening? And even IF each of these meddlers deserves every bit of your ire, refraining from violence now proves us capable of doing something that dear Lisa could only... well, that she could only dream of.”
Now Bex turned to glance at the Temptress. “What's that, Doc?”
Celia offered the Ultimate Image a smile like charring paper. “Why, act in service of the Greater Good, of course.”
Lisa took a deep breath, let it out slow.
“You're a monster, Celia.”
“Takes one to know one, Lisa. Come, Rebecca. I believe this meeting of the Lollipop Guild needs to adjourn and we are needed elsewhere.”
Blassenville exited the gym without another word, but the Peacekeeper stayed behind to favor the foursome with a baleful glare. “Something the Doc failed to mention about the Ultimate Image of Human Shit-baggery there... she absolutely loves a human shield. When push comes to shove, there isn't a body she won't hide behind in order to save her own skin. Remember that the next time she asks for help picking a fight she started.”
Then the door was open and Clayton was gone, leaving the forces of sweetness and light to breathe a sigh of relief into the cool, recirculated air.
Heather Crofton and Lisa Dream had just finished up a bit of light sparring to help warm the latter up for her match against Kylie Sanders when the door swung open to admit Colleen O'Neal and Heaven Hughes of the Greater Good. The Ginger Genius was in the middle of saying something to her protege when she spotted Heather and Lisa and said, “Afternoon, ladies. Apologies for being a little early, don't rush anything on our account.”
“No rush.” Heather replied as she slipped through the strands and headed for her gym bag. “We were just finishing up.”
“Feeling good about the match tonight, Lisa?” Hughes after she'd set her own bag down. “Ky's gotta be coming in motivated after you and Heather won the Tag Match last month.”
“Heather's done an excellent job standing in for the Pleasant Valley Princess.” Lisa said with an appreciative nod to her partner. “I suspect I'm as ready as I can be. What about the two of you? What brings the Archangel and the Santa Monica Sweetheart to the practice ring this afternoon?”
“I want to tighten up my submission defenses.” Hughes answered, her normally bright expression darkening considerably. “Castillo stretched me out bad last month. Colleen's going to put me through the wringer so I can be ready the next time we cross paths. Then it'll be my turn to take a bite out of her mean ass.”
“Language, Heaven.” O'Neal murmured in a tone that Heather recognized from her own sessions with Lisa. “But yes, I'll be helping Heaven with her mat game and it certainly won't hurt either of us to be properly limbered up and stretched before the show starts. Just because we're not on the card tonight doesn't mean we don't want to be ready to assist Liberty and Giselle, should the champs try any of their usual tricks.”
Dream and Crofton both grimaced at mention of Psy Ops, as they'd been on the losing end of a Tag Team title opportunity against the fearsome pair in spring of the previous year. “I hope Libby and Giselle are at the top of their game.” Heather said carefully. “Those two are...dangerous.”
Lisa shook her head in disgust. “A menace, that's what they are. Celia was threat enough on her own, but now that she's in control of Rebecca's moral compass? That's just...” she trailed off, trying to find the right word.
Silence hung heavy in the gym until a low, coolly amused voice asked, “Just what, Lisa? I'd be very interested to hear your assessment on the situation.”
The assembled quartet turned their attention toward the door and bristled at the sight of Celia Blassenville and Becky Clayton, the ladies of Psy Ops having crept in with the speed and silence of an intrusive thought. Dark eyes narrowing as she honed in on her former psychiatrist, Lisa found her voice and replied, “Disgusting, Celia. Your corruption of a once valiant psyche is a disgusting affront that should've been stopped months a--”
“Watch your mouth, asshole.” Clayton growled. “I won't tolerate that sort of lip from the bitch who doubles as a 24/7 buffet for a sin eater.”
Lisa started forward, stopped when Heather grabbed her arm. “An impressive illusion, Celia.” she told the redhead. “But I can still see your lips move when the puppet spea--”
Clayton surged for the former World Champion, forcing Blassenville to put a hand on her shoulder. “Easy, Rebecca. Lisa's simply projecting because she knows its only a matter of time before she tires of Ms. Crofton the same way she tired of Ms. Mist and is forced to jettison her in similarly violent fashion. Then this carefully constructed facade she's built comes crashing down and the world will see what the whole locker room already knows. The new Lisa Dream is just the old Lisa Dream with better PR.”
“That's a lie!” Heather stepped up beside her mentor, but proceeded no farther. “She's done more for my career in the last year than you've done for anyone in your whole miserable life!”
Celia looked mildly amused. “The Queen of the Madhouse title and the Tag Team Championships disagree with your assessment, Ms. Crofton.”
“Here's something we can ALL agree on.” Colleen moved into place off Lisa's right shoulder and was joined immediately thereafter by Heaven. “The two of you should leave before it becomes necessary for us to make you leave.”
Clayton rolled her shoulders but otherwise held her ground, the brunette thrumming like a tuning fork that promised explosive violence. “Say the word, Doc.” she told Celia without taking her eyes off the Dreamy Do-Gooders. Just say the word and I'll Rorschach the walls with these shit-bags.”
“I do believe your efforts would be better channeled toward a time when gold hangs in the balance, Rebecca.” replied the Mistress of Puppets. “After all, why use all your aggression on this Rushmore of Mediocrity when there's a Princess and a Pin-Up that require our attention later this evening? And even IF each of these meddlers deserves every bit of your ire, refraining from violence now proves us capable of doing something that dear Lisa could only... well, that she could only dream of.”
Now Bex turned to glance at the Temptress. “What's that, Doc?”
Celia offered the Ultimate Image a smile like charring paper. “Why, act in service of the Greater Good, of course.”
Lisa took a deep breath, let it out slow.
“You're a monster, Celia.”
“Takes one to know one, Lisa. Come, Rebecca. I believe this meeting of the Lollipop Guild needs to adjourn and we are needed elsewhere.”
Blassenville exited the gym without another word, but the Peacekeeper stayed behind to favor the foursome with a baleful glare. “Something the Doc failed to mention about the Ultimate Image of Human Shit-baggery there... she absolutely loves a human shield. When push comes to shove, there isn't a body she won't hide behind in order to save her own skin. Remember that the next time she asks for help picking a fight she started.”
Then the door was open and Clayton was gone, leaving the forces of sweetness and light to breathe a sigh of relief into the cool, recirculated air.