Post by alyadmirer on Nov 26, 2015 3:29:45 GMT
One the Madhouse was as quiet as it was gonna get, the Announcer raised his mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Straightjacket Match! There are no pin-falls, submissions, count outs or disqualifications, the only way to win is for one wrestler to incapacitate her opponent in the straightjacket!” He pointed to a neutral corner of the squared circle, where an ominously clean straightjacket hung from the top turnbuckle. “Introducing first, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!
JENNY JACOBS:
Sure she might’ve returned at ‘Mania, but that didn’t stop the All Hallows Evil crowd from giving her an equally raucous welcome when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Bursting through the curtain in time with the first chorus, Jacobs raised both hands in Double J’s which were returned a thousandfold. “HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FAWN!” she roared to those assembled. “HOPE YOU’RE READY TO WATCH A TRICK GET TREATED TO AN ASS WHOOPIN’!” The crowd replied that they were more than ready for just such a development, so Jacobs started down the aisle in a near sprint.
For her first visit to the Madhouse since Lisa put her on the shelf last year the blonde bombshell wore the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
CANDY’S ALL WELL AND GOOD,
BUT NOTHIN’S SWEETER THAN SEEING
JENNY PUT LISA DOWN FOR GOOD!
“Oh, it’s gonna be sweet all right.” Jenny agreed with the sign holder. For everyone but Lisa and her idiot entourage. Make sure to take lots of pictures when the orderlies come to take her away, ok?” Then she moving again, sprinting the rest of the way down the aisle and springing to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope.
Offering her wrists and knees to Craig Long as soon as she reached her feet, Jacobs thanked him with a smile before whirling around to face the stage. She didn’t bother heading for a corner, would’ve been a bad place to be against this group anyway. For the moment all she wanted to do was stare daggers at woman who’d kept her out of the ring for most of 2015.
With the return of one of FAWN’s golden children, the woman who had held her gilded belt longer than any other in the organizations’ history waiting patiently in the squared circle, an iconic burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
Instantly jeers filled the Madhouse basement, the volume like for no other than perhaps the current World Champion. The crescendo of hatred boomed alongside the stirring accompaniment. The crowd waited for a FAWN legend. But not just FAWN as the woman ready to appear had headlined more wrestling organizations throughout the years than any other. As she stepped through the curtain, the flawless brunette appeared to know, without a doubt, she’s sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophobe in the house.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Beside The Dream, in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, in turn covered by a long white lab coat, was the good doctor. Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD stayed close to Lisa’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire cannot be raised further, two beautiful and brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and the perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy assembled at Dr. Blassenville’s side, clad in stylized nursing garb that put many a heartbeat into a-fib, white vinyl in all the necessary places, but little more, surgical gloves tightly in place.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
Celia nodded and the foursome moved forward, the Luscious One leading the way down the ramp and aisle. The assembled booed their lungs out, Lisa scowling at the jealous Wannadreams.
Dream is in skin-tight, dark cowskin; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless, black leather vest cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe, a larger ring of her alabaster tummy showing. And in place of her widely recognized long, black leather, a startling and generous show of alabaster leg; Dr. Blassenville having convinced Lisa to torture the desirous Wannadreams by letting them see what they would never touch. Below, the black boots remained in place with black pads. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across the back of the Personification of Perfection, keeping the vest in place, while leaving a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Reaching the ring, the flawless brunette climbed the ring steps, Celia joining her on the apron. Tonight, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah joined doctor and patient, making it a four-on-one staredown of the woman who had at least 250 holds for each of them.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the ring announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“And her opponent. Accompanied by Doctor Celia Blassenville and Registered Nurses and Weapons Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners, the Sisters of Mercy; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The flawless, dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables alone, seemingly unconcerned. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below. The Sisters dropped down, settling into The Dream’s corner to bracket the auburn-maned clinician.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Jacobs,” she said, then waiting for the jeering crowd to lower its volume. “You made a mistake in coming back and testing perfection. Perfection does not age, save to get better. The Dream does not die, it grows more vivid. I make the impossible… commonplace. I will make you disappear for good on this night. And I will do it by putting you in the garment of someone so mentally unbalanced as to think she can beat me.”
Lisa dropped the mic, literally, and strutted back to her corner, leaving the official to clean up after her.
The bell sounded and Jenny came out of her corner like a shot. Lisa moved fast too, but where Jacobs came forward the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection cut sharply to the left, all the better to dip through the ropes to the floor below. The Sisters were by her side in a flash and Lisa wasted no time situating herself behind the brunettes, who in turn shielded her from the furious blonde walking the edge of the squared circle.
Barely resisting the urge to simply throw herself on the miserable trio, Jenny mounted the second rope and spread her arms wide. “HERE I AM, LISA!” she bellowed. “C’MON BITCH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA END ME! ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU TOLD EVERYONE YOU DID?” She trailed off, took a deep breath and offered the former World Champion a nasty smile. “Guess you failed… again.”
Teeth bared against the blatant disinformation of this Wannadream’s propaganda, Lisa put a hand on each of her nurses’ shoulders and shoved them aside like saloon doors. “Lets get one thing straight you delusional piece of peroxide huffing crap!” Dream sneered. “I. DON’T. FAIL. If you’re doing anything other than slurping your McFood through a crazy straw it’s because I took pity on you in a moment of perfect sympathy. But seeing what a colossal disappointment you’ve been since your return it was clear that sympathy was WHOOAH!”
Dream backpedaled through her associates just in time to ensure they took the brunt of the impact when an infuriated Jenny hopped from middle to top rope and launched herself down onto the brunette triad in a flawless Shooting Star Plancha.
SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3V7SWT0f6s
Strike that, it was only a brunette duo she took out because Lisa cleared the blast zone at the last second, even if she smacked her back against the guardrail to do it. Frankly astounded by the suicidal risks this idiot was willing to take in her pursuit of imperfection, Dream pushed off the barrier and buried her hands in Jenny’s hair. She’d just hauled the blonde to one knee when Jacobs dove forward and hit her with a low Shoulderblock that sent the leather-clad lovely BWAAAANGING into the steel.
Forcing herself to refrain from more than a single shot for now, Jenny straightened up, grabbed a double handful of hair and marched Lisa across the aisle to BWUNK her forehead off the narrow ledge of apron. Lisa sagged just as Nurses Hurt and Manners were starting to rise and though she knew it was a calculated risk, Jenny couldn’t resist the opportunity to lay some hurt on the bytches who’d spiked her last month. With Lisa clutching at her throbbing noggin, Jenny crossed the gap to her helpers and snagged a head in each hand. “Take two and keep your f*cking noses out of my business.” she demanded right before THWHUNKING their foreheads together in a Coconut Crush that earned a loud roar of approval from the FAWNatics.
Deborah and Kristin staggered then reeled off in opposite directions, leaving Jacobs free to focus on their patient. Speaking of whom, “Oh no you don’t!” Jenny dove, caught Lisa around the ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her back out to the floor. Infuriated by this unwanted touching, the Dream drew back for a perfect Haymaker and PWAAAAK! Jenny caught her with a gaudy Palm Strike / Bytch Slap that rocked Lisa in a half circle.
The NorCal Sensation gripped Lisa by trunks and tresses and wheeled her around in a smooth arc to build up some momentum. She’d almost reached the point of release when her attention was drawn by the steel post down at the corner. Adjusting on the fly, she marched / led Lisa down the aisle and BWUNKED her face and chest-first into the unforgiving metal. “All right, I lied.” she snarked upon regaining control over her foe’s trunks. “NOW you can go inside.” She spun her around again and this time Dream did roll under the bottom rope, though she did it with far less dignity and grace than she would’ve preferred.
Jenny didn’t give a damn about Lisa’s anything at the moment, she was too busy reveling in the joys of punishing the woman who’d cost her a whole year in the ring. Far too concerned with her own wellbeing to pay much attention to the Wannadream’s whereabouts, Lisa pushed to one knee and gingerly rose to her full height, blissfully unaware of the vengeful blonde climbing the corner on her six. Only noting the potential threat when she realized Jacobs hadn’t offended her eye in a few seconds, the Ultimate Image whirled around into a perfect view of Jenny coming off the top rope with her right elbow cocked back by her head. Who cared if Dream was vertical? Certainly not Jenny or the rest of the Jacobites, who cheered roundly when their heroine drilled the point of her elbow into the crown of Lisa’s skull.
SPIVEY POINT SPIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVFWl17PwDg
The Dream went down like she’d been poleaxed and Jenny was right there to check on her with a flurry of mounted punches unleashed directly to the floundering brunette’s vulnerable head. “Watch it with the closed fists, Jenny.” Craig Long chided after four seconds of uninterrupted fisticuffs. “Just because this is No DQ doesn’t mean I want either of you leaving this ring with a concussion.”
Jenny did stop punching, but only because she worked her hands into the fallen women’s hair. Like Craig said, it was No DQ. “She might not NEED a concussion, Craig.” Jacobs told him. “But she damned sure DESERVES one.” To that end she yanked Lisa’s head off the thinly-sheathed plywood and THWHUNKED it down like the world’s most perfect basketball.
Rather than bounce her again and risk drawing the official’s ire, Jenny tugged Lisa’s noggin off the mat and asked, “Where’s the straightjacket?” Long jerked a thumb toward a corner on the other side of the ring. “Good. Keep an eye on that, I don’t want either of those punks on the outside trying to steal it when this one’s ready for a fitting.”
“Stuuuhhhh…. stop your lies, Wannadream.” Lisa groaned. “Everyone here knows that abomination is for you and you alonEERRGH!”
Jenny got up and forced Lisa to join her thanks to a big ol’ double handful of hair. “You should’ve been institutionalized years ago, Dream.” the blonde snarled. “If Blassenville and the Sisters really have your best interests at heart they’ll make sure you end up in a padded cell.” Switching over to a Wristlock, Jenny jerked Lisa into a short, jarring Shoulderblock, then pushed her away and dropped her hips to sling the Dream into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Too discombobulated by the unwarranted sneak attack to hook an arm over the strands, Lisa bounced out with a Clothesline at the ready and ate a huge Back Kick to the navel for her troubles. “Sat on the sidelines for a whole freakin’ year, Lisa.” the Innovator’s voice was low and cold as she yanked the penitent lass into a Standing Headscissors. “And every time I watched you do this I thought ‘I’m gonna make that chick pay. Had to wait longer than I wanted but I’ve finally got you right where I want you.”
Lisa’s response involved digging her nails into the backs of Jenny’s thighs in a valiant but ultimately futile attempt to escape the Headscissors. Jacobs let her squeeze to her heart’s content, it was nothing she couldn’t handle and besides, it was a small price to pay for “AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Lisa let loose with a high, crystalline shriek as the hateful blonde hooked her perfect leather bottoms and YANKED them up several inches higher than the designed intended.
“Oh, you think this is bad?” Jenny waggled the distended leather back and forth, making Lisa’s tush sway in a way entirely too good for such lowbrow Wannadreams. “This isn’t bad, Lisa. This is just the band warming up… it’s time for a symphony.” Then she ‘CLAPPED’ her hands together and gave them a brisk rub, the short delay exactly what she needed to decide what sort of tune she’d play on Lisa’s cheeks.
The doc’s decision to prove her patient’s perfection by transitioning The Dream to shorts from her standard full-length pants had made more sense when Blassenville argued the point in the week leading up to the Pay-Per-View. At the moment, a wincing, mewling Dream was begging to differ.
Still, there’s no way Jenny’s dominance and the cowskin wedgie from hell’s pasture would allow Perfection Personified to be the instrument of someone else’s Symphony. Wrapping her arms around Jacobs’ thighs, Lisa shouted and lifed with a ferocity rarely seen. She sent a startled Jenny airborne, then up and over with a Back Body Drop.
The Innovator landed on her tailbone with a resounding THUD and it’s enough to send a shockwave up and down the spinal column of the blonde beauty, Jacob’s back arching as a hand moved to and massage the crease between her cheeks.
The perfect amount of adrenaline having prevented a Symphony on her flawless backside, Lisa tugged the wedged, black leather free of her cheeks and, with a wince, positioned it back in its proper place. Jacobs was already on the way up before The Dream could quickly follow her counter, but she’s ready by the time Jenny turned. Dream NAILED her foe in the chin with a Spinning Heel Kick that leveled the blonde and cooled the heels of the Jacobites in attendance.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Diametrically opposed in their reaction was Lisa’s medical team. While the Sisters were loud and boisterous, Nurse Kristin barely able to contain herself from going in and giving Jenny a substantial sedative, Doctor Blassenville offered a reserved but knowing nod and a polite golf clap.
“Perfect,” she offered firmly if not over loudly. “As if you didn’t know?”
The Dream nodded in return, a pained smirk growing into a wide pearly grin. Jenny’s up to a seated position and Lisa returned to business, leveling a Soccer Kick into her rival’s backbone to send Jacobs spasming forward, her spine in a deep bow.
“That’s the thing, Wannadream,” Lisa informed. “You may be back, but you’re still not perfect.”
Lisa sprints into action, throwing her body into the ropes in front of the grimacing Jenny. She rebounded at full perfection and leapt into a crisp Low Dropkick that connected with Jacobs’ jaw and the back of her skull bounced off the canvas when her noggin rocketed away from the impact.
Lisa kipped to her feet…almost. She came up just short and flopped back to the mat. Trying again, she came up a bit shorter and Celia instantly cast a glance at the naughty nurses. They slid into the ring and when Lisa tried a third time, they’re there to catch her halfway up and finish the job, Lisa throwing her arms high and wide for her much-deserved adulation and receiving only giggles from the great unwashed instead.
“DREAMOPHOBES! ALL OF YOU!”
As she berated the referee for the crowd’s lack of couth, arguing the man should do something to better control the reactions of the FAWNatics, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah went to town on Jenny. They blasted away with a double series of boots, quickly turning Jenny into a flaxen-haired mudhole. Joining right hands over the splayed Jacobs, the Sisters delivered a final parting gift of a double Elbow Drop to the gut of Jacobs, leaving her a retching Innovator.
The women in white rolled to the ropes and dropped their shoes to the floor on either side of the ring as Lisa ended her debate with a winning rejoinder. The dark-haired Ultimate Image ran each set of fingers through her locks and strode to the battered Jenny, tugging her upright with a handful of hair.
Unrelenting boos coursed through the air as Lisa took the wilting, staggering Jacobs on a circuit of the ring before tucking Jenny’s head under left arm and racing forward. She flew into the air, legs extended, and planted booty to canvas while DRIVING Jenny’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. She sat next to the dazed blonde, drinking in Jacobs’ growing misfortune.
“Who needs a million holds when you do two dozen better than anyone else?” Lisa asked.
The Dream rolled Jenny over and scrambled to her feet. She crossed her arms violently in front of her and took off for the ropes to her right. Sprinting into the rubber-coated steel, she bounded back at Jacobs, but skipped over the downed blonde when reaching her. Onto the second set The Dream raced. She hopped to the middle ropes, caught the top strand in her palms for an instant, ready to deliver the perfect Dreamysault only for Jacobs to ball her knees into the air, waiting to gut the tummy of the backflipping beauty.
But while Jenny curled up for her counter, Lisa remained on the ropes, never having flipped off her springboard. She dropped back to the mat, pointing at her temple, turned and lowered the boom to the blonde’s forehead with a five-knuckle shuffle that showed Lisa had a little power infused in those fists. Jacobs covered her face with both hands, flopping like a fish out of water.
Lisa blew the steam offer her knuckles and grabbed a couple handfuls of golden locks, hauling Jenny to her feet as she did so. But The Dream kept the longest reigning champ in FAWN history bent at the waist so she could draw Jenny’s lowered braincase between her flawless legs and clamp down with a Standing Headscissors.
Immediately, the FAWNatics bellowed their disapproval. Lisa shook her head, a wide smirk emerging as she raised her hands high and curled her digits into five-tined fishhooks. She lowered them and caught them under Jenny’s blazin’ blue togs, Lisa ready to make her foe’s wedgie seem less than perfect. Then and only then… would a true Symphony for the ages begin.
And what a vicious prelude it was. With Jenny’s togs at her mercy the Dream YAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a blistering bun splitter that had even the most jaded aficionados wincing alongside the wailing blonde. “Yes.” Lisa’s voice was a sibilant hiss through clenched teeth as she savored the reverberations of Jacobs’s pain against her inner thighs. “Shriek as high and loud as you like, Wannadream. All the begging and pleading in the world won’t change the fact that you are the palest, saddest reflection of my glorious perfection!”
To emphasize the point she sank both hands into Jenny’s haunches and squeezed until her knuckles turned white, Lisa looking for all the world like a woman determined to rip two handfuls of clay from some unwilling deposit. Jenny didn’t just hunker down and take this abuse mind you, she drilled slaps and swats against the back of Dream’s bare thighs and even went at the pits of her knees despite the fact that they were sheathed by heavy pads. Lisa wasn’t having it though, she answered Jenny’s counters with painful raking, tog tugging and even a brutal double cheek pinch that brought tears to the Californian’s eyes. Ultimately Jacobs’s hands fell away from her tormentor’s stems and that’s when Lisa raised her own perfect palms.
Demanding silence (or at least the closest substitute that the Madhouse could offer) with a single look, the Dream drew a bed on Jenny’s pathetic posterior and treated it to a single ringing SMACK! Jenny yelped and that was good, even though Lisa was certain she was capable of much, much more. To that end she added her other hand to the mix, a pair of perfect percussives that spanked out a peerless rat-a-tat-tat riff on Jacobs’s already pinking backside.
The Bittersweet Symphony seemed to roust Jenny from her lethargy, at least it raised the volume of her protest, not that her bleating could compete with the stinging beat laid down by Lisa’s hands. Growing angrier as the beat did the same, Dream transitioned from simple smacks to full armed SPANKS that had Jacobs sobbing with each fresh collision. Jenny’s knees gave way at the minute mark so Lisa righted her with one more savage tog tug and belted out a crescendo that lasted nearly thirty seconds. Halting the performance only when her own hands had grown tender to the touch, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s gulping waist.
“Was it worth the wait, Wannadream?” she murmured to the perfectly scorched earth of those once flawless buttocks. “Returning to defeat at the hands of a retiring relic and humiliation at the hands of FAWN’s only true superstar?”
No answer from Jacobs, not that Lisa would’ve listened. Hooks set deep, she dipped her knees and flipped / hoisted Jenny onto her shoulders for a Dreamy Sit-Out Powerbomb. Imagine her disgust then when the philistine seated on her shoulders hunched forward and coiled one grubby arm around the Dream’s noggin. Unprepared for any resistance after such a prolonged butt beating, Lisa lost her balance and staggered forward even as Jacobs slid from her mount and swung in a smooth half circle. THWHONK! Jenny landed flat on her back while Dream’s forehead bounced off the thinly-padded plywood as the perfect victim to a Tornado DDT.
Lisa rolled through to a seat, her throbbing head already swaddled in both arms. She vaguely heard the Sisters urging her to follow their voices and damned if she didn’t actually start inching in that direction. Alas there was an infuriated Innovator between Lisa and her goal and Jacobs intercepted her with a double handful of hair. “No chance, Lis.” Jenny growled. “The next time you go to them it’ll be on a stretcher.”
Through talking for the moment, the NorCal Sensation hauled Lisa to her feet and immediately doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. A quick check over one shoulder showed her a clear path, so Jenny wheeled around on her heel and hit the strands as fast as she could. Lisa was still doubled over when the blonde came back meaning she didn’t realize the threat until Jacobs slapped on another Front Facelock. Jenny pushed off, kicked her legs up and twisted in a full circle and laid out on her back to SPIKE Lisa’s skull with the second Tornado DDT in less than a minute. Lisa bobbed up, reached a hand toward the Sisters of Mercy and had it swatted down by her opponent.
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYQIEGIhIyY
“Don’t even think about them, bytch.” Jenny demanded of her woozy adversary. “Far as you’re concerned you are on your own until the bell rings again.”
“Yuuhhhhhh…. you’re never alone… when you’re perfect, WannadreMEEGH!”
Jacobs stomped around in front of the downed brunette and THWHAPPED a stiff little kick across Lisa’s perfectly modest bosom. Lisa groaned, flopped over and tried to crawl in the opposite direction, a task made far more difficult because one arm was pressed tight to her chest. Jenny strode after her, grabbed hold at the nape of Dream’s neck and forced her to boot leather. Thinking vengeful thoughts, Jacobs slipped her left arm between the former champ’s thighs and cupped her right hand over Lisa’s chin. Then she shifted her weight and ‘hupped’ Lisa up onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack.
“AARRRGGHHHH!” Lisa bellowed as her vertebrae were wrenched from their previously perfect alignment. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM! I’LL NEVER SURRENDER TO THIS IMPERFECT WHOAANNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jenny tossed her straight up, stepped back and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Dream’s spine across the broadest part of her thigh in an Argentine Backbreaker worthy of Leila Olmstead.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhz7ge2AnFI
Mouth opened in a silent shriek, Lisa again reached for her nurses and again she was denied. Cradling her burden against the back of her neck and around one thigh, Jenny clambered to her feet, flipped the brunette over and dropped down, THWHUMPING Lisa’s navel against her knee in a Gutbuster. Even then Dream wouldn’t stay entirely still so Jacobs crooked an arm across her lower back. That glued Lisa in place for the moment but when Jenny spoke her eyes were locked on Celia.
“Send me a copy of her next session, huh Celia? I REALLY want to hear how you talk her through this.”
Blassenville said nothing, though her usually icy features held a trace of irritation as Jenny grabbed Lisa’s leather trunks and hauled them upward in a second agonizing wedgie! Lisa wailed and reached for her beleaguered bottom with one hand. “HOW DARE YOU!” she yelped at Jacobs. “YOU’RE STARTING A WAR YOU CAN’T WIN WANNADREAAAAAAAAMMMAAAHHHHH!”
Position dictated that Jenny couldn’t paddle with both hands so she put twice the effort into each cheek charring spank. Jacobs lit into her like a woman possessed, the usually cool Californian unleashing a whole year’s worth of frustration on Lisa’s wriggling glutes. No symphony this, rather a double bill of derriere death metal that had the FAWNatics roaring for an encore while Lisa simply roared. “You’ll pay for that.” Lisa whispered once Jenny’d dumped her to the canvas like so much imperfect garbage. “You’ll beg for my mercy even as I’m spanking your fat, flabby ass RAAAWWWWWAAAHHHH GAAAAAAWWWWWDD!”
Jenny rolled the Dream over, straddled her waist and slipped her shins in behind brunette’s thighs. Then she stretched her stems at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to put hellish pressure on Lisa’s legs. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE BEGGING, HONEY!” the NorCal Sensation barked down at her hated adversary. “BEGGING TO KEEP MY HANDPRINTS OFF YOUR ASS, BEGGING TO WALK WITHOUT CRUTCHES, BEGGING TO GET OUT OF THAT DAMNED STRAIGHTJACKET!”
Mention of the straightjacket seemed to bring Jacobs back to herself if only slightly. Looking up from her Grapevine, she found Craig Long and demanded, “Bring me the jacket. It’s time Lisa modeled her new ring attire.”
“Ummm,” a noncommittal Long stammered after taking a step toward tonight’s featured wardrobe only to see the Sisters of Mercy hop to the apron on either side of the restrictive garment.
“I believe, Craig continued, “that by FAWN rules, you need to get the straightjacket yourself.”
Jenny looked up in amazement then at the corner where the straightjacket resided and things clicked. She widened Lisa’s legs further still, the brunette yelping in pain.
“Fair enough,” the prodigal Innovator growled, “I’LL GET IT.” Sinking her right set of nails into The Dream’s perfect, dark locks, Jacobs drew back Lisa’s head and THAWCKED her flawless face into the canvas in violent fashion, Dream’s mug bouncing off the deck. Lisa’s head wobbled, eyes crossed before her braincase dropped to the mat, forehead resting on the canvas.
Jenny unlocked The Dream’s legs and hopped to her feet, Craig apparently agreeable in accompanying the legal participant in the match to the white cloak in question. With the blonde daring either Sister to join her with her gaze alone, the nurses remained motionless as Jenny snatched up the jacket. At Doctor Blassenville’s direction, they dropped to the floor without further adieu, leaving Jacobs to return to Celia’s patient.
Jenny walked to a stirring Dream, Jacobs stretching out the sleeves as she glanced at the big redhead in The Dream’s corner.
“I do believe dear Lisa has a new psychiatric practitioner and this is my prescription for her megalomania.”
Jenny held the garment toward Blassenville then turned her attention back to Lisa. The brunette’s made it to a rickety set of hands and knees and Jenny mounted her like Lisa’s a flawless filly, wrapping her tanned stems around Lisa’s midriff in a tight Bodyscissors. Throwing her weight backward, Jacobs ended on her derriere and drew Dream to a seat in her lap.
Still shaking off some cobwebs, Lisa barely noticed as the straightjacket swept in front of her, Jenny stretching the collar around The Dream’s neck, slipping the coat on for size. Only when Jacobs started to measure Lisa for the sleeves, pushing the brunette’s right arm up into the garment, did the Ultimate Image protest, and protest with wild flailing.
“No Wannadream is going to guhh…”
Despite her best efforts, Lisa’s right hand popped out the end of the garment’s arm and the sight immediately prompted a swinging elbow from her opposite upper limb. The point THUNKED into Jenny’s ribs. Jacobs responded by falling to her back from her backside, but of her free will, not from the force of the blow For when her spine rested on the canvas, she’s drawn Lisa off the canvas with her and, with The Dream airborne, Jenny thrust her body up, forward, THEN DOWN in a Keister Bounce that sent Lisa into a howling fit when her tailbone and the blistered buns around it landed hard and heavy on the canvas.
The pain was enough of a distraction the blonde was able to shift Lisa’s left arm into its corresponding opening and stuff the limb up and through, both sleeves now filled with the arm of a perfect patient.
Still, Jacobs had to secure Lisa in the jacket to claim the win and the wildly wriggling Dream wasn’t making it easy. The Innovator released her Scissors and rose, drawing Lisa up with her, staying close enough on the Dream’s back her breath courses over Lisa’s right shoulder.
Apparently deciding she’s not ready to reach for the straps dangling off the end of Lisa’s sleeves to draw them across The Dream’s chest an tie them behind the brunette, Lisa’s arms crossed and bound for the win, Jenny instead encircled The Dream’s waist with her own arms, snuggling tight with a Bear Hug.
“Time for you to get the help you need,” Jacobs informed. “And for you that’s in a rubber room.”
The Innovator unlocked her embrace only long enough to send her left arm up Lisa’s back and around her arms, capturing her foe in a Half Nelson. From there, the blonde vaulted Lisa off the canvas, sending her HIGH into the Orlando sky before dropping the impeccable cargo HARD across bended knee with a vicious Backbreaker.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWQ5kTs6x1g
The half-jacketed and nelsoned Dream arched in agony as she sloughed off the balled joint of the blonde and, when Jenny reaches for the Luscious One, Celia was forced to nod toward her nursing staff, Kristin and Deborah bouncing to the apron; threatening with their presence, but not stepping through.
With The Dream mewling, reflexively reaching a hand around to massage the base of her spine, almost begging for Jacobs to take advantage and begin the tying process that would end tonight’s affair, Jenny instead bustled the flagging Lisa to her feet.
Latching onto one of the binding straps hanging off the end of Lisa’s white cotton sleeves, the Innovator used it to draw Lisa’s left arm behind her in a Chickenwing. The blonde slid across the Dream’s back to the opposite side, with the arm in her possession, and forced the deteriorating Dream into a Captivating Lariat that nearly removes perfect head from flawless body when Jacobs took her off the canvas with extreme prejudice.
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ed75xEm9_nU
With Lisa splattered on the canvas, a pair of concerned Sisters turned to each other and then to the Doc, looking for their marching orders. Still nothing. Celia remained focused on the two combatants and the increasingly rubbery consistency of her patient.
Jenny decided to roll The Dream into a cradle pin, to make a point, collecting the...
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOO!
The Dream kicked free, Lisa showing she wasn’t just the most successful self-hype machine in the history of women’s wrestling but is a former multi-fed World Champion for a reason.
Still mired in that godawful straightjacket, the Ultimate Image made a squirming beeline for her nurses in hopes of yet another timely assist. Skidding along with her feet pointed at the move-hording Wannadream, Lisa’s usual confidence made a sudden reappearance when Nurse Manners reached under the bottom rope and grabbed her should--”NOOOO!”
Jenny snatched the brunette’s ankles and yanked back, thus initiating the most perfect game of Tug of War that FAWN had ever seen. To her credit the Dream gave Kristin as much assistance as she could, but their positioning wasn’t as good as the Innovator’s and Jacobs put things firmly in her favor when she wrenched Lisa’s legs apart and STAMPED on the center of her trunks! The jolt that tore through her flawless frame pulled her out of Manners’s grasp, leaving Lisa to moan in crotch-shocked horror as Jenny dragged her back to the center of the squared circle.
“I know this won’t end the match, Lis.” Jenny explained in the midst of stuffing Lisa’s right shin against the pit of her left knee. “And that’s ok. I don’t want the match to end. I just want these people to hear you begging for my mercy.”
“IN YOUR DREAMS, INSECT!” Lisa roared. “BEGGING IS FOR IMPERFECT LIFE FORMS, NOT THE PINNACLE OF AAARRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Jenny reached through the center of the ‘4’ she’d created to clasp her hands against the smooth expanse of Lisa’s right thigh. Then she jerked the brunette into a near headstand, turned her onto her belly and crouched down with Lisa’s right foot tucked into the blonde’s right armpit and Jacobs’s right knee wedged into the small of her back. The FAWNatics came to their feet in a single wave, each and every one of them screaming for joy at the thought of Lisa Dream wailing for a release that wouldn’t mean a damned thing.
JACOBS' LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
Even in the depths of her agony (and the Jacobs Ladder was one of the most hellish stretches in all of FAWN, even she would grudgingly admit that) Lisa knew what those disgusting peons in the stands wanted and in the end she did what she’d done since her first day between the ropes. She denied them. Stuffing her mouth into the crook of her left elbow, Lisa bit down as hard as she could, both to stifle the scream and keep her lips from voicing something that might be construed as imperfect. Her other hand reaaaaaaaaached for the ropes but it was no use, Deborah and Kristin were confined to the outside unless-- Dream flicked her eyes to Celia. The Crimson Cagliostro watched everything with the slightest tinge of concern, but she made no move to speak to Lisa or her Nurses. After several hellish seconds where she felt her toes getting closer to the back of her head, Lisa pulled her mouth free of the make-shift gag and rasped, “Help me, Celia.”
Blassenville nodded once, then looked to the Sisters of Mercy. “Tend to my patient.”
Deborah and Kristin hit the ring like a plague, one focused entirely on beating the tar out of Jenny Jacobs. Smashing the blonde with near simultaneous Double Axehandles, Manners and Hurt transitioned to stomps the instant Jenny tumbled onto all fours. “HEY! GET OUT OF HERE, THE BOTH OF YOU! C’MON NOW, GET BACK ON THE NNNNGGGGGGHH!” Craig’s well meaning but ultimately useless interference came to an abrupt end when Deborah whipped around and flattened the poor dope with a Big Boot. Kristin kept stamping away on Jenny, indeed she probably would’ve gone on until her legs cramped up if Celia hadn’t called, “Don’t bother with the mugging. Send another message.”
Manners paused, wiped a forearm across her brow and looked to Hurt.
Deborah thought about it for a moment, then jerked a thumb toward the rafters. “Code Black?”
Kristin nodded approval. “Code Black.”
The Sisters set to work, Manners hurrying to the nearest corner while Hurt scraped Jacobs off the mat. “You’ll probably recognize this move by another name.” Deborah murmured into her prey’s ear. “But no matter what you call it…. ooooohhhh, what a rush it is.” She crouched, wedged her head between Jenny’s legs and rose to her full height which meant the Innovator was strapped to her shoulders in an Electric Chair. Grinning from ear to ear, Hurt stomped a few steps closer and called, “Ready whenever you are, Nurse MannerKRISTIN LOOK OUT!”
Kristin, who’d been utterly focused on the Flying Clothesline she meant to unleash, did indeed look out, albeit a heartbeat to late. All she got for her trouble was the briefest glimpse of motion on the apron to her left. Then a hand pressed against her backside and SHOVED. The nefarious nurse went tumbling from her perch all the way to the arena floor in less than two seconds tops, yet she still seemed to hang in the aether for a good long while before THWHUMPING down full force on her right shoulder and hip.
Momentarily frozen with surprise and rage, Deborah growled, “You’re a dead woman, CraNNNEERRGGGHH!”
MADDY CRANE:
As of yet unaware of the snarky redhead on the other side of the ropes, Jenny pulled Deborah’s chin back in one hand and pounded away at her face with the other until she managed to slide down the taller woman’s shoulders. Jacobs whirled Hurt around the instant she touched down and slipped an arm across her chest just as quickly. Clutching the nape of Deborah’s neck in a death grip, Jenny found Celia, flipped her off and fired off a second flip, one that ended with her THAWHAMMING Nurse Hurt spine-first into the canvas. The NorCal Sensation popped up after the Jenny-Cide, bent down and jammed the double J’s in her foe’s face.
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8
“THAT’S RIGHT, BYTCH!” she bellowed. “NEXT TIME KEEP YOUR SHYT OUT OF MY BUSINESSNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lisa POUNDED an Uppercut between Jenny’s thighs, the shot hard and mean enough to double the blonde over in a single stroke. “No one lays their hands on my medical staff, Wannadream.” Lisa growled once she rose and kicked away the discarded straightjacket. “And no one puts their hands on me, ESPECIALLY NOT A PIECE OF GARBAGE LIKE YOU!” Lisa wheeled Jenny around, then did the same so that her back was to the knock-kneed blonde. Catching Jacobs’s head in a one-armed Three Quarters Facelock, Dream kicked her right leg up high before whipping it back and laying out on her tummy. THWHONK! The crown of Jenny’s skull struck the thinly-sheathed plywood and stood up like a lawn dart, at least until her muscles caught up with her brain and she sprawled onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=el31o_U1Hw4
“WHERE’S THAT INCOMPETENT OFFICIAL!?” Dream bellowed to no one in particular as she clambered to verticality. “I WANT TO LODGE A FORMAL COMPLLUUUOOOFFFFHHH!”
What worked for Lisa worked just as well for Maddy, not that the Ultimate Image appreciated the punt to her nethers nearly as much as she had the punch to Jacobs’s imperfect trunks. Helping herself to a handful of Lisa’s waistband to make sure the mouthy yutz didn’t fall over, the Princess of the Punchline held Lisa in a loose-limbed tripod and asked, “How can you lodge a complaint, Lisa? Nothing’s happened to you yet.” But nothing turned into something real quick when Crane straightened the former World Champ with a hard-hearted tug on those already distended togs. Greeting Dream’s navel with a Toe Kick the instant she’d turned her around, Maddy reeled Lisa’s head between her thighs and underhooked both arms. “Sorry I keep f*cking up your plans, Dreamy. Here, have one of mine.”
She ‘hupped’ Lisa off the mat and tugged her forward so the leather-clad battler’s legs found the redhead’s waist in a loose Scissors. No sooner was Dream settled did Crane wrench her loose and spin her over, Lisa twirling like a perfect dervish as the Queen of the Facebusters tribe sat out and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face, chest and belly. Understandably gobsmacked by the utter brilliance of Plan M From Outer Space, Lisa bounced on impact before settling out in a facedown sprawl she’d occupy until Celia brought her around a few minutes later.
PLAN M FROM OUTER SPACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVLq6VedHco
Maddy herself stayed seated after the impressive maneuver, presumably enjoying the sight of Dream and her nurses laid to waste by her hand. A cheer from the crowd drew Crane’s attention over one shoulder where Jenny Jacobs was struggling to sit up. Maddy sighed, pushed to her feet and walked over to the woozy Innovator. “Talk to me JJ.” Mads called over the roar of the Jacobites. “Do I need to get the EMT’s out here?”
Jenny grimaced, put a hand to her head and shook it ‘no’. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for the help. Were you waiting backstage?” “In the crowd a few rows back. Ruining Lisa’s day might replace scrapbooking as my favorite thing ever.”
Jacobs flashed a smile even though it hurt her head to do so. “I’ll never understand you, Maddy.”
“My gift and my curse. C’mon, gimme your hand.”
Jenny did, Crane took it and hauled her to verticalitTHWHUMP! Maddy BURIED a Kneelift in Jenny’s navel, the blow striking with such force that the blonde’s head almost dipped between her knees. ‘Almost’ being the operative word because Crane caught her in a Front Facelock. Paying absolutely no mind to the boos that supplanted the shocked silence, Maddy tossed Jenny’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a huge handful of tights. Then she muscled the gut-shocked blonde all the way to high noon, snapped off a high speed corkscrew and laid out on her tummy to THAWHAM Jenny’s face and chest into the courtesy of the Insult 2 Injury. If Jenny’d been wounded after the Daydreamer she was in the same boat as Lisa now, stretched out facedown and motionless save for the slight rise and fall of her breathing.
INSULT 2 INJURY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZqY9OpPjPQ
Above her, Maddy Crane ran a hand through her hair then turned to the Announcer. “Mic. Now.” He tossed one to her, which she plucked from the air like an outfielder catching a lazy pop fly.
“It seems,” Maddy simply spoke over the boos, she’d been waiting too long for this moment to wait for a bunch of internet trolls to drown her out, “that whenever I talk people are so interested to hear the punchline that they don’t bother to pay any attention to the all important set-up. So I’m going to say this once and I’m going to say it plainly. Ignore at your own risk.” Lowering the mic for a moment, she stomped over to Lisa, wedged a boot under her ribs and rolled the former FAWN World Champ onto her back. Feet planted on either side of Dream’s hips, Mads bent over and tapped the tip of her nose with an index finger. “You. Can’t. Escape. Me. Next time you even try, I’ll break your arm.” She patted Dream’s cheek to no response, which was exactly the response she wanted. Done with Lisa for the moment, Crane stalked back to Jenny and rolled her over in identical fashion. “I know management adores you. I know these people love you. I know that none of them would dare tell you no, so excuse me if it sounds like I’m enjoying this. I don’t give a shyt about the time you spent on the shelf. Lisa Dream belongs to me. If you’d like to contest this issue, you’re more than welcome to talk to the hand.” She reared back to fetch Jacobs a colossal Bytch Slap, but seemed to think better of it. “Actually, talk to the trunks. They’re far more interested in what you have to say.”
Maddy dropped to her knees, wedging Jenny’s upturned features directly against the fork of her crotch. “Take a good look, doc.” Crane growled to Celia after a few soft, possessive strokes over Jenny’s face. “That’s both your nurses and a pair of world famous glory whores left down and out by FAWN’s merriest prankster. Bet you can get an article out of that. Maybe even a whole book. On second thought, save the book for what comes next. I’m just getting started.” With that pushed off, planted a boot on Jenny’s chest and posed until a squad of late arriving referees finally shooed her away from the field of battle.
On the outside, Celia watched her go with a thoughtful expression on her face. Crane’s continued presence in the Dream Experiment was an unintended consequence, but far from unwelcome. Just how she could use it to her advantage was a question worthy of her immediate attention.
JENNY JACOBS:
Sure she might’ve returned at ‘Mania, but that didn’t stop the All Hallows Evil crowd from giving her an equally raucous welcome when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Bursting through the curtain in time with the first chorus, Jacobs raised both hands in Double J’s which were returned a thousandfold. “HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FAWN!” she roared to those assembled. “HOPE YOU’RE READY TO WATCH A TRICK GET TREATED TO AN ASS WHOOPIN’!” The crowd replied that they were more than ready for just such a development, so Jacobs started down the aisle in a near sprint.
For her first visit to the Madhouse since Lisa put her on the shelf last year the blonde bombshell wore the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
CANDY’S ALL WELL AND GOOD,
BUT NOTHIN’S SWEETER THAN SEEING
JENNY PUT LISA DOWN FOR GOOD!
“Oh, it’s gonna be sweet all right.” Jenny agreed with the sign holder. For everyone but Lisa and her idiot entourage. Make sure to take lots of pictures when the orderlies come to take her away, ok?” Then she moving again, sprinting the rest of the way down the aisle and springing to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope.
Offering her wrists and knees to Craig Long as soon as she reached her feet, Jacobs thanked him with a smile before whirling around to face the stage. She didn’t bother heading for a corner, would’ve been a bad place to be against this group anyway. For the moment all she wanted to do was stare daggers at woman who’d kept her out of the ring for most of 2015.
With the return of one of FAWN’s golden children, the woman who had held her gilded belt longer than any other in the organizations’ history waiting patiently in the squared circle, an iconic burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
Instantly jeers filled the Madhouse basement, the volume like for no other than perhaps the current World Champion. The crescendo of hatred boomed alongside the stirring accompaniment. The crowd waited for a FAWN legend. But not just FAWN as the woman ready to appear had headlined more wrestling organizations throughout the years than any other. As she stepped through the curtain, the flawless brunette appeared to know, without a doubt, she’s sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophobe in the house.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Beside The Dream, in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, in turn covered by a long white lab coat, was the good doctor. Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD stayed close to Lisa’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire cannot be raised further, two beautiful and brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and the perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy assembled at Dr. Blassenville’s side, clad in stylized nursing garb that put many a heartbeat into a-fib, white vinyl in all the necessary places, but little more, surgical gloves tightly in place.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
Celia nodded and the foursome moved forward, the Luscious One leading the way down the ramp and aisle. The assembled booed their lungs out, Lisa scowling at the jealous Wannadreams.
Dream is in skin-tight, dark cowskin; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless, black leather vest cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe, a larger ring of her alabaster tummy showing. And in place of her widely recognized long, black leather, a startling and generous show of alabaster leg; Dr. Blassenville having convinced Lisa to torture the desirous Wannadreams by letting them see what they would never touch. Below, the black boots remained in place with black pads. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across the back of the Personification of Perfection, keeping the vest in place, while leaving a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Reaching the ring, the flawless brunette climbed the ring steps, Celia joining her on the apron. Tonight, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah joined doctor and patient, making it a four-on-one staredown of the woman who had at least 250 holds for each of them.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the ring announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“And her opponent. Accompanied by Doctor Celia Blassenville and Registered Nurses and Weapons Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners, the Sisters of Mercy; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The flawless, dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables alone, seemingly unconcerned. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below. The Sisters dropped down, settling into The Dream’s corner to bracket the auburn-maned clinician.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Jacobs,” she said, then waiting for the jeering crowd to lower its volume. “You made a mistake in coming back and testing perfection. Perfection does not age, save to get better. The Dream does not die, it grows more vivid. I make the impossible… commonplace. I will make you disappear for good on this night. And I will do it by putting you in the garment of someone so mentally unbalanced as to think she can beat me.”
Lisa dropped the mic, literally, and strutted back to her corner, leaving the official to clean up after her.
The bell sounded and Jenny came out of her corner like a shot. Lisa moved fast too, but where Jacobs came forward the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection cut sharply to the left, all the better to dip through the ropes to the floor below. The Sisters were by her side in a flash and Lisa wasted no time situating herself behind the brunettes, who in turn shielded her from the furious blonde walking the edge of the squared circle.
Barely resisting the urge to simply throw herself on the miserable trio, Jenny mounted the second rope and spread her arms wide. “HERE I AM, LISA!” she bellowed. “C’MON BITCH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA END ME! ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU TOLD EVERYONE YOU DID?” She trailed off, took a deep breath and offered the former World Champion a nasty smile. “Guess you failed… again.”
Teeth bared against the blatant disinformation of this Wannadream’s propaganda, Lisa put a hand on each of her nurses’ shoulders and shoved them aside like saloon doors. “Lets get one thing straight you delusional piece of peroxide huffing crap!” Dream sneered. “I. DON’T. FAIL. If you’re doing anything other than slurping your McFood through a crazy straw it’s because I took pity on you in a moment of perfect sympathy. But seeing what a colossal disappointment you’ve been since your return it was clear that sympathy was WHOOAH!”
Dream backpedaled through her associates just in time to ensure they took the brunt of the impact when an infuriated Jenny hopped from middle to top rope and launched herself down onto the brunette triad in a flawless Shooting Star Plancha.
SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3V7SWT0f6s
Strike that, it was only a brunette duo she took out because Lisa cleared the blast zone at the last second, even if she smacked her back against the guardrail to do it. Frankly astounded by the suicidal risks this idiot was willing to take in her pursuit of imperfection, Dream pushed off the barrier and buried her hands in Jenny’s hair. She’d just hauled the blonde to one knee when Jacobs dove forward and hit her with a low Shoulderblock that sent the leather-clad lovely BWAAAANGING into the steel.
Forcing herself to refrain from more than a single shot for now, Jenny straightened up, grabbed a double handful of hair and marched Lisa across the aisle to BWUNK her forehead off the narrow ledge of apron. Lisa sagged just as Nurses Hurt and Manners were starting to rise and though she knew it was a calculated risk, Jenny couldn’t resist the opportunity to lay some hurt on the bytches who’d spiked her last month. With Lisa clutching at her throbbing noggin, Jenny crossed the gap to her helpers and snagged a head in each hand. “Take two and keep your f*cking noses out of my business.” she demanded right before THWHUNKING their foreheads together in a Coconut Crush that earned a loud roar of approval from the FAWNatics.
Deborah and Kristin staggered then reeled off in opposite directions, leaving Jacobs free to focus on their patient. Speaking of whom, “Oh no you don’t!” Jenny dove, caught Lisa around the ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her back out to the floor. Infuriated by this unwanted touching, the Dream drew back for a perfect Haymaker and PWAAAAK! Jenny caught her with a gaudy Palm Strike / Bytch Slap that rocked Lisa in a half circle.
The NorCal Sensation gripped Lisa by trunks and tresses and wheeled her around in a smooth arc to build up some momentum. She’d almost reached the point of release when her attention was drawn by the steel post down at the corner. Adjusting on the fly, she marched / led Lisa down the aisle and BWUNKED her face and chest-first into the unforgiving metal. “All right, I lied.” she snarked upon regaining control over her foe’s trunks. “NOW you can go inside.” She spun her around again and this time Dream did roll under the bottom rope, though she did it with far less dignity and grace than she would’ve preferred.
Jenny didn’t give a damn about Lisa’s anything at the moment, she was too busy reveling in the joys of punishing the woman who’d cost her a whole year in the ring. Far too concerned with her own wellbeing to pay much attention to the Wannadream’s whereabouts, Lisa pushed to one knee and gingerly rose to her full height, blissfully unaware of the vengeful blonde climbing the corner on her six. Only noting the potential threat when she realized Jacobs hadn’t offended her eye in a few seconds, the Ultimate Image whirled around into a perfect view of Jenny coming off the top rope with her right elbow cocked back by her head. Who cared if Dream was vertical? Certainly not Jenny or the rest of the Jacobites, who cheered roundly when their heroine drilled the point of her elbow into the crown of Lisa’s skull.
SPIVEY POINT SPIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVFWl17PwDg
The Dream went down like she’d been poleaxed and Jenny was right there to check on her with a flurry of mounted punches unleashed directly to the floundering brunette’s vulnerable head. “Watch it with the closed fists, Jenny.” Craig Long chided after four seconds of uninterrupted fisticuffs. “Just because this is No DQ doesn’t mean I want either of you leaving this ring with a concussion.”
Jenny did stop punching, but only because she worked her hands into the fallen women’s hair. Like Craig said, it was No DQ. “She might not NEED a concussion, Craig.” Jacobs told him. “But she damned sure DESERVES one.” To that end she yanked Lisa’s head off the thinly-sheathed plywood and THWHUNKED it down like the world’s most perfect basketball.
Rather than bounce her again and risk drawing the official’s ire, Jenny tugged Lisa’s noggin off the mat and asked, “Where’s the straightjacket?” Long jerked a thumb toward a corner on the other side of the ring. “Good. Keep an eye on that, I don’t want either of those punks on the outside trying to steal it when this one’s ready for a fitting.”
“Stuuuhhhh…. stop your lies, Wannadream.” Lisa groaned. “Everyone here knows that abomination is for you and you alonEERRGH!”
Jenny got up and forced Lisa to join her thanks to a big ol’ double handful of hair. “You should’ve been institutionalized years ago, Dream.” the blonde snarled. “If Blassenville and the Sisters really have your best interests at heart they’ll make sure you end up in a padded cell.” Switching over to a Wristlock, Jenny jerked Lisa into a short, jarring Shoulderblock, then pushed her away and dropped her hips to sling the Dream into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Too discombobulated by the unwarranted sneak attack to hook an arm over the strands, Lisa bounced out with a Clothesline at the ready and ate a huge Back Kick to the navel for her troubles. “Sat on the sidelines for a whole freakin’ year, Lisa.” the Innovator’s voice was low and cold as she yanked the penitent lass into a Standing Headscissors. “And every time I watched you do this I thought ‘I’m gonna make that chick pay. Had to wait longer than I wanted but I’ve finally got you right where I want you.”
Lisa’s response involved digging her nails into the backs of Jenny’s thighs in a valiant but ultimately futile attempt to escape the Headscissors. Jacobs let her squeeze to her heart’s content, it was nothing she couldn’t handle and besides, it was a small price to pay for “AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Lisa let loose with a high, crystalline shriek as the hateful blonde hooked her perfect leather bottoms and YANKED them up several inches higher than the designed intended.
“Oh, you think this is bad?” Jenny waggled the distended leather back and forth, making Lisa’s tush sway in a way entirely too good for such lowbrow Wannadreams. “This isn’t bad, Lisa. This is just the band warming up… it’s time for a symphony.” Then she ‘CLAPPED’ her hands together and gave them a brisk rub, the short delay exactly what she needed to decide what sort of tune she’d play on Lisa’s cheeks.
The doc’s decision to prove her patient’s perfection by transitioning The Dream to shorts from her standard full-length pants had made more sense when Blassenville argued the point in the week leading up to the Pay-Per-View. At the moment, a wincing, mewling Dream was begging to differ.
Still, there’s no way Jenny’s dominance and the cowskin wedgie from hell’s pasture would allow Perfection Personified to be the instrument of someone else’s Symphony. Wrapping her arms around Jacobs’ thighs, Lisa shouted and lifed with a ferocity rarely seen. She sent a startled Jenny airborne, then up and over with a Back Body Drop.
The Innovator landed on her tailbone with a resounding THUD and it’s enough to send a shockwave up and down the spinal column of the blonde beauty, Jacob’s back arching as a hand moved to and massage the crease between her cheeks.
The perfect amount of adrenaline having prevented a Symphony on her flawless backside, Lisa tugged the wedged, black leather free of her cheeks and, with a wince, positioned it back in its proper place. Jacobs was already on the way up before The Dream could quickly follow her counter, but she’s ready by the time Jenny turned. Dream NAILED her foe in the chin with a Spinning Heel Kick that leveled the blonde and cooled the heels of the Jacobites in attendance.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Diametrically opposed in their reaction was Lisa’s medical team. While the Sisters were loud and boisterous, Nurse Kristin barely able to contain herself from going in and giving Jenny a substantial sedative, Doctor Blassenville offered a reserved but knowing nod and a polite golf clap.
“Perfect,” she offered firmly if not over loudly. “As if you didn’t know?”
The Dream nodded in return, a pained smirk growing into a wide pearly grin. Jenny’s up to a seated position and Lisa returned to business, leveling a Soccer Kick into her rival’s backbone to send Jacobs spasming forward, her spine in a deep bow.
“That’s the thing, Wannadream,” Lisa informed. “You may be back, but you’re still not perfect.”
Lisa sprints into action, throwing her body into the ropes in front of the grimacing Jenny. She rebounded at full perfection and leapt into a crisp Low Dropkick that connected with Jacobs’ jaw and the back of her skull bounced off the canvas when her noggin rocketed away from the impact.
Lisa kipped to her feet…almost. She came up just short and flopped back to the mat. Trying again, she came up a bit shorter and Celia instantly cast a glance at the naughty nurses. They slid into the ring and when Lisa tried a third time, they’re there to catch her halfway up and finish the job, Lisa throwing her arms high and wide for her much-deserved adulation and receiving only giggles from the great unwashed instead.
“DREAMOPHOBES! ALL OF YOU!”
As she berated the referee for the crowd’s lack of couth, arguing the man should do something to better control the reactions of the FAWNatics, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah went to town on Jenny. They blasted away with a double series of boots, quickly turning Jenny into a flaxen-haired mudhole. Joining right hands over the splayed Jacobs, the Sisters delivered a final parting gift of a double Elbow Drop to the gut of Jacobs, leaving her a retching Innovator.
The women in white rolled to the ropes and dropped their shoes to the floor on either side of the ring as Lisa ended her debate with a winning rejoinder. The dark-haired Ultimate Image ran each set of fingers through her locks and strode to the battered Jenny, tugging her upright with a handful of hair.
Unrelenting boos coursed through the air as Lisa took the wilting, staggering Jacobs on a circuit of the ring before tucking Jenny’s head under left arm and racing forward. She flew into the air, legs extended, and planted booty to canvas while DRIVING Jenny’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood. She sat next to the dazed blonde, drinking in Jacobs’ growing misfortune.
“Who needs a million holds when you do two dozen better than anyone else?” Lisa asked.
The Dream rolled Jenny over and scrambled to her feet. She crossed her arms violently in front of her and took off for the ropes to her right. Sprinting into the rubber-coated steel, she bounded back at Jacobs, but skipped over the downed blonde when reaching her. Onto the second set The Dream raced. She hopped to the middle ropes, caught the top strand in her palms for an instant, ready to deliver the perfect Dreamysault only for Jacobs to ball her knees into the air, waiting to gut the tummy of the backflipping beauty.
But while Jenny curled up for her counter, Lisa remained on the ropes, never having flipped off her springboard. She dropped back to the mat, pointing at her temple, turned and lowered the boom to the blonde’s forehead with a five-knuckle shuffle that showed Lisa had a little power infused in those fists. Jacobs covered her face with both hands, flopping like a fish out of water.
Lisa blew the steam offer her knuckles and grabbed a couple handfuls of golden locks, hauling Jenny to her feet as she did so. But The Dream kept the longest reigning champ in FAWN history bent at the waist so she could draw Jenny’s lowered braincase between her flawless legs and clamp down with a Standing Headscissors.
Immediately, the FAWNatics bellowed their disapproval. Lisa shook her head, a wide smirk emerging as she raised her hands high and curled her digits into five-tined fishhooks. She lowered them and caught them under Jenny’s blazin’ blue togs, Lisa ready to make her foe’s wedgie seem less than perfect. Then and only then… would a true Symphony for the ages begin.
And what a vicious prelude it was. With Jenny’s togs at her mercy the Dream YAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a blistering bun splitter that had even the most jaded aficionados wincing alongside the wailing blonde. “Yes.” Lisa’s voice was a sibilant hiss through clenched teeth as she savored the reverberations of Jacobs’s pain against her inner thighs. “Shriek as high and loud as you like, Wannadream. All the begging and pleading in the world won’t change the fact that you are the palest, saddest reflection of my glorious perfection!”
To emphasize the point she sank both hands into Jenny’s haunches and squeezed until her knuckles turned white, Lisa looking for all the world like a woman determined to rip two handfuls of clay from some unwilling deposit. Jenny didn’t just hunker down and take this abuse mind you, she drilled slaps and swats against the back of Dream’s bare thighs and even went at the pits of her knees despite the fact that they were sheathed by heavy pads. Lisa wasn’t having it though, she answered Jenny’s counters with painful raking, tog tugging and even a brutal double cheek pinch that brought tears to the Californian’s eyes. Ultimately Jacobs’s hands fell away from her tormentor’s stems and that’s when Lisa raised her own perfect palms.
Demanding silence (or at least the closest substitute that the Madhouse could offer) with a single look, the Dream drew a bed on Jenny’s pathetic posterior and treated it to a single ringing SMACK! Jenny yelped and that was good, even though Lisa was certain she was capable of much, much more. To that end she added her other hand to the mix, a pair of perfect percussives that spanked out a peerless rat-a-tat-tat riff on Jacobs’s already pinking backside.
The Bittersweet Symphony seemed to roust Jenny from her lethargy, at least it raised the volume of her protest, not that her bleating could compete with the stinging beat laid down by Lisa’s hands. Growing angrier as the beat did the same, Dream transitioned from simple smacks to full armed SPANKS that had Jacobs sobbing with each fresh collision. Jenny’s knees gave way at the minute mark so Lisa righted her with one more savage tog tug and belted out a crescendo that lasted nearly thirty seconds. Halting the performance only when her own hands had grown tender to the touch, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s gulping waist.
“Was it worth the wait, Wannadream?” she murmured to the perfectly scorched earth of those once flawless buttocks. “Returning to defeat at the hands of a retiring relic and humiliation at the hands of FAWN’s only true superstar?”
No answer from Jacobs, not that Lisa would’ve listened. Hooks set deep, she dipped her knees and flipped / hoisted Jenny onto her shoulders for a Dreamy Sit-Out Powerbomb. Imagine her disgust then when the philistine seated on her shoulders hunched forward and coiled one grubby arm around the Dream’s noggin. Unprepared for any resistance after such a prolonged butt beating, Lisa lost her balance and staggered forward even as Jacobs slid from her mount and swung in a smooth half circle. THWHONK! Jenny landed flat on her back while Dream’s forehead bounced off the thinly-padded plywood as the perfect victim to a Tornado DDT.
Lisa rolled through to a seat, her throbbing head already swaddled in both arms. She vaguely heard the Sisters urging her to follow their voices and damned if she didn’t actually start inching in that direction. Alas there was an infuriated Innovator between Lisa and her goal and Jacobs intercepted her with a double handful of hair. “No chance, Lis.” Jenny growled. “The next time you go to them it’ll be on a stretcher.”
Through talking for the moment, the NorCal Sensation hauled Lisa to her feet and immediately doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. A quick check over one shoulder showed her a clear path, so Jenny wheeled around on her heel and hit the strands as fast as she could. Lisa was still doubled over when the blonde came back meaning she didn’t realize the threat until Jacobs slapped on another Front Facelock. Jenny pushed off, kicked her legs up and twisted in a full circle and laid out on her back to SPIKE Lisa’s skull with the second Tornado DDT in less than a minute. Lisa bobbed up, reached a hand toward the Sisters of Mercy and had it swatted down by her opponent.
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYQIEGIhIyY
“Don’t even think about them, bytch.” Jenny demanded of her woozy adversary. “Far as you’re concerned you are on your own until the bell rings again.”
“Yuuhhhhhh…. you’re never alone… when you’re perfect, WannadreMEEGH!”
Jacobs stomped around in front of the downed brunette and THWHAPPED a stiff little kick across Lisa’s perfectly modest bosom. Lisa groaned, flopped over and tried to crawl in the opposite direction, a task made far more difficult because one arm was pressed tight to her chest. Jenny strode after her, grabbed hold at the nape of Dream’s neck and forced her to boot leather. Thinking vengeful thoughts, Jacobs slipped her left arm between the former champ’s thighs and cupped her right hand over Lisa’s chin. Then she shifted her weight and ‘hupped’ Lisa up onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack.
“AARRRGGHHHH!” Lisa bellowed as her vertebrae were wrenched from their previously perfect alignment. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM! I’LL NEVER SURRENDER TO THIS IMPERFECT WHOAANNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jenny tossed her straight up, stepped back and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Dream’s spine across the broadest part of her thigh in an Argentine Backbreaker worthy of Leila Olmstead.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhz7ge2AnFI
Mouth opened in a silent shriek, Lisa again reached for her nurses and again she was denied. Cradling her burden against the back of her neck and around one thigh, Jenny clambered to her feet, flipped the brunette over and dropped down, THWHUMPING Lisa’s navel against her knee in a Gutbuster. Even then Dream wouldn’t stay entirely still so Jacobs crooked an arm across her lower back. That glued Lisa in place for the moment but when Jenny spoke her eyes were locked on Celia.
“Send me a copy of her next session, huh Celia? I REALLY want to hear how you talk her through this.”
Blassenville said nothing, though her usually icy features held a trace of irritation as Jenny grabbed Lisa’s leather trunks and hauled them upward in a second agonizing wedgie! Lisa wailed and reached for her beleaguered bottom with one hand. “HOW DARE YOU!” she yelped at Jacobs. “YOU’RE STARTING A WAR YOU CAN’T WIN WANNADREAAAAAAAAMMMAAAHHHHH!”
Position dictated that Jenny couldn’t paddle with both hands so she put twice the effort into each cheek charring spank. Jacobs lit into her like a woman possessed, the usually cool Californian unleashing a whole year’s worth of frustration on Lisa’s wriggling glutes. No symphony this, rather a double bill of derriere death metal that had the FAWNatics roaring for an encore while Lisa simply roared. “You’ll pay for that.” Lisa whispered once Jenny’d dumped her to the canvas like so much imperfect garbage. “You’ll beg for my mercy even as I’m spanking your fat, flabby ass RAAAWWWWWAAAHHHH GAAAAAAWWWWWDD!”
Jenny rolled the Dream over, straddled her waist and slipped her shins in behind brunette’s thighs. Then she stretched her stems at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to put hellish pressure on Lisa’s legs. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE BEGGING, HONEY!” the NorCal Sensation barked down at her hated adversary. “BEGGING TO KEEP MY HANDPRINTS OFF YOUR ASS, BEGGING TO WALK WITHOUT CRUTCHES, BEGGING TO GET OUT OF THAT DAMNED STRAIGHTJACKET!”
Mention of the straightjacket seemed to bring Jacobs back to herself if only slightly. Looking up from her Grapevine, she found Craig Long and demanded, “Bring me the jacket. It’s time Lisa modeled her new ring attire.”
“Ummm,” a noncommittal Long stammered after taking a step toward tonight’s featured wardrobe only to see the Sisters of Mercy hop to the apron on either side of the restrictive garment.
“I believe, Craig continued, “that by FAWN rules, you need to get the straightjacket yourself.”
Jenny looked up in amazement then at the corner where the straightjacket resided and things clicked. She widened Lisa’s legs further still, the brunette yelping in pain.
“Fair enough,” the prodigal Innovator growled, “I’LL GET IT.” Sinking her right set of nails into The Dream’s perfect, dark locks, Jacobs drew back Lisa’s head and THAWCKED her flawless face into the canvas in violent fashion, Dream’s mug bouncing off the deck. Lisa’s head wobbled, eyes crossed before her braincase dropped to the mat, forehead resting on the canvas.
Jenny unlocked The Dream’s legs and hopped to her feet, Craig apparently agreeable in accompanying the legal participant in the match to the white cloak in question. With the blonde daring either Sister to join her with her gaze alone, the nurses remained motionless as Jenny snatched up the jacket. At Doctor Blassenville’s direction, they dropped to the floor without further adieu, leaving Jacobs to return to Celia’s patient.
Jenny walked to a stirring Dream, Jacobs stretching out the sleeves as she glanced at the big redhead in The Dream’s corner.
“I do believe dear Lisa has a new psychiatric practitioner and this is my prescription for her megalomania.”
Jenny held the garment toward Blassenville then turned her attention back to Lisa. The brunette’s made it to a rickety set of hands and knees and Jenny mounted her like Lisa’s a flawless filly, wrapping her tanned stems around Lisa’s midriff in a tight Bodyscissors. Throwing her weight backward, Jacobs ended on her derriere and drew Dream to a seat in her lap.
Still shaking off some cobwebs, Lisa barely noticed as the straightjacket swept in front of her, Jenny stretching the collar around The Dream’s neck, slipping the coat on for size. Only when Jacobs started to measure Lisa for the sleeves, pushing the brunette’s right arm up into the garment, did the Ultimate Image protest, and protest with wild flailing.
“No Wannadream is going to guhh…”
Despite her best efforts, Lisa’s right hand popped out the end of the garment’s arm and the sight immediately prompted a swinging elbow from her opposite upper limb. The point THUNKED into Jenny’s ribs. Jacobs responded by falling to her back from her backside, but of her free will, not from the force of the blow For when her spine rested on the canvas, she’s drawn Lisa off the canvas with her and, with The Dream airborne, Jenny thrust her body up, forward, THEN DOWN in a Keister Bounce that sent Lisa into a howling fit when her tailbone and the blistered buns around it landed hard and heavy on the canvas.
The pain was enough of a distraction the blonde was able to shift Lisa’s left arm into its corresponding opening and stuff the limb up and through, both sleeves now filled with the arm of a perfect patient.
Still, Jacobs had to secure Lisa in the jacket to claim the win and the wildly wriggling Dream wasn’t making it easy. The Innovator released her Scissors and rose, drawing Lisa up with her, staying close enough on the Dream’s back her breath courses over Lisa’s right shoulder.
Apparently deciding she’s not ready to reach for the straps dangling off the end of Lisa’s sleeves to draw them across The Dream’s chest an tie them behind the brunette, Lisa’s arms crossed and bound for the win, Jenny instead encircled The Dream’s waist with her own arms, snuggling tight with a Bear Hug.
“Time for you to get the help you need,” Jacobs informed. “And for you that’s in a rubber room.”
The Innovator unlocked her embrace only long enough to send her left arm up Lisa’s back and around her arms, capturing her foe in a Half Nelson. From there, the blonde vaulted Lisa off the canvas, sending her HIGH into the Orlando sky before dropping the impeccable cargo HARD across bended knee with a vicious Backbreaker.
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWQ5kTs6x1g
The half-jacketed and nelsoned Dream arched in agony as she sloughed off the balled joint of the blonde and, when Jenny reaches for the Luscious One, Celia was forced to nod toward her nursing staff, Kristin and Deborah bouncing to the apron; threatening with their presence, but not stepping through.
With The Dream mewling, reflexively reaching a hand around to massage the base of her spine, almost begging for Jacobs to take advantage and begin the tying process that would end tonight’s affair, Jenny instead bustled the flagging Lisa to her feet.
Latching onto one of the binding straps hanging off the end of Lisa’s white cotton sleeves, the Innovator used it to draw Lisa’s left arm behind her in a Chickenwing. The blonde slid across the Dream’s back to the opposite side, with the arm in her possession, and forced the deteriorating Dream into a Captivating Lariat that nearly removes perfect head from flawless body when Jacobs took her off the canvas with extreme prejudice.
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ed75xEm9_nU
With Lisa splattered on the canvas, a pair of concerned Sisters turned to each other and then to the Doc, looking for their marching orders. Still nothing. Celia remained focused on the two combatants and the increasingly rubbery consistency of her patient.
Jenny decided to roll The Dream into a cradle pin, to make a point, collecting the...
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOO!
The Dream kicked free, Lisa showing she wasn’t just the most successful self-hype machine in the history of women’s wrestling but is a former multi-fed World Champion for a reason.
Still mired in that godawful straightjacket, the Ultimate Image made a squirming beeline for her nurses in hopes of yet another timely assist. Skidding along with her feet pointed at the move-hording Wannadream, Lisa’s usual confidence made a sudden reappearance when Nurse Manners reached under the bottom rope and grabbed her should--”NOOOO!”
Jenny snatched the brunette’s ankles and yanked back, thus initiating the most perfect game of Tug of War that FAWN had ever seen. To her credit the Dream gave Kristin as much assistance as she could, but their positioning wasn’t as good as the Innovator’s and Jacobs put things firmly in her favor when she wrenched Lisa’s legs apart and STAMPED on the center of her trunks! The jolt that tore through her flawless frame pulled her out of Manners’s grasp, leaving Lisa to moan in crotch-shocked horror as Jenny dragged her back to the center of the squared circle.
“I know this won’t end the match, Lis.” Jenny explained in the midst of stuffing Lisa’s right shin against the pit of her left knee. “And that’s ok. I don’t want the match to end. I just want these people to hear you begging for my mercy.”
“IN YOUR DREAMS, INSECT!” Lisa roared. “BEGGING IS FOR IMPERFECT LIFE FORMS, NOT THE PINNACLE OF AAARRRGGHHHHHHH!”
Jenny reached through the center of the ‘4’ she’d created to clasp her hands against the smooth expanse of Lisa’s right thigh. Then she jerked the brunette into a near headstand, turned her onto her belly and crouched down with Lisa’s right foot tucked into the blonde’s right armpit and Jacobs’s right knee wedged into the small of her back. The FAWNatics came to their feet in a single wave, each and every one of them screaming for joy at the thought of Lisa Dream wailing for a release that wouldn’t mean a damned thing.
JACOBS' LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
Even in the depths of her agony (and the Jacobs Ladder was one of the most hellish stretches in all of FAWN, even she would grudgingly admit that) Lisa knew what those disgusting peons in the stands wanted and in the end she did what she’d done since her first day between the ropes. She denied them. Stuffing her mouth into the crook of her left elbow, Lisa bit down as hard as she could, both to stifle the scream and keep her lips from voicing something that might be construed as imperfect. Her other hand reaaaaaaaaached for the ropes but it was no use, Deborah and Kristin were confined to the outside unless-- Dream flicked her eyes to Celia. The Crimson Cagliostro watched everything with the slightest tinge of concern, but she made no move to speak to Lisa or her Nurses. After several hellish seconds where she felt her toes getting closer to the back of her head, Lisa pulled her mouth free of the make-shift gag and rasped, “Help me, Celia.”
Blassenville nodded once, then looked to the Sisters of Mercy. “Tend to my patient.”
Deborah and Kristin hit the ring like a plague, one focused entirely on beating the tar out of Jenny Jacobs. Smashing the blonde with near simultaneous Double Axehandles, Manners and Hurt transitioned to stomps the instant Jenny tumbled onto all fours. “HEY! GET OUT OF HERE, THE BOTH OF YOU! C’MON NOW, GET BACK ON THE NNNNGGGGGGHH!” Craig’s well meaning but ultimately useless interference came to an abrupt end when Deborah whipped around and flattened the poor dope with a Big Boot. Kristin kept stamping away on Jenny, indeed she probably would’ve gone on until her legs cramped up if Celia hadn’t called, “Don’t bother with the mugging. Send another message.”
Manners paused, wiped a forearm across her brow and looked to Hurt.
Deborah thought about it for a moment, then jerked a thumb toward the rafters. “Code Black?”
Kristin nodded approval. “Code Black.”
The Sisters set to work, Manners hurrying to the nearest corner while Hurt scraped Jacobs off the mat. “You’ll probably recognize this move by another name.” Deborah murmured into her prey’s ear. “But no matter what you call it…. ooooohhhh, what a rush it is.” She crouched, wedged her head between Jenny’s legs and rose to her full height which meant the Innovator was strapped to her shoulders in an Electric Chair. Grinning from ear to ear, Hurt stomped a few steps closer and called, “Ready whenever you are, Nurse MannerKRISTIN LOOK OUT!”
Kristin, who’d been utterly focused on the Flying Clothesline she meant to unleash, did indeed look out, albeit a heartbeat to late. All she got for her trouble was the briefest glimpse of motion on the apron to her left. Then a hand pressed against her backside and SHOVED. The nefarious nurse went tumbling from her perch all the way to the arena floor in less than two seconds tops, yet she still seemed to hang in the aether for a good long while before THWHUMPING down full force on her right shoulder and hip.
Momentarily frozen with surprise and rage, Deborah growled, “You’re a dead woman, CraNNNEERRGGGHH!”
MADDY CRANE:
As of yet unaware of the snarky redhead on the other side of the ropes, Jenny pulled Deborah’s chin back in one hand and pounded away at her face with the other until she managed to slide down the taller woman’s shoulders. Jacobs whirled Hurt around the instant she touched down and slipped an arm across her chest just as quickly. Clutching the nape of Deborah’s neck in a death grip, Jenny found Celia, flipped her off and fired off a second flip, one that ended with her THAWHAMMING Nurse Hurt spine-first into the canvas. The NorCal Sensation popped up after the Jenny-Cide, bent down and jammed the double J’s in her foe’s face.
JENNY-CIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8
“THAT’S RIGHT, BYTCH!” she bellowed. “NEXT TIME KEEP YOUR SHYT OUT OF MY BUSINESSNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lisa POUNDED an Uppercut between Jenny’s thighs, the shot hard and mean enough to double the blonde over in a single stroke. “No one lays their hands on my medical staff, Wannadream.” Lisa growled once she rose and kicked away the discarded straightjacket. “And no one puts their hands on me, ESPECIALLY NOT A PIECE OF GARBAGE LIKE YOU!” Lisa wheeled Jenny around, then did the same so that her back was to the knock-kneed blonde. Catching Jacobs’s head in a one-armed Three Quarters Facelock, Dream kicked her right leg up high before whipping it back and laying out on her tummy. THWHONK! The crown of Jenny’s skull struck the thinly-sheathed plywood and stood up like a lawn dart, at least until her muscles caught up with her brain and she sprawled onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=el31o_U1Hw4
“WHERE’S THAT INCOMPETENT OFFICIAL!?” Dream bellowed to no one in particular as she clambered to verticality. “I WANT TO LODGE A FORMAL COMPLLUUUOOOFFFFHHH!”
What worked for Lisa worked just as well for Maddy, not that the Ultimate Image appreciated the punt to her nethers nearly as much as she had the punch to Jacobs’s imperfect trunks. Helping herself to a handful of Lisa’s waistband to make sure the mouthy yutz didn’t fall over, the Princess of the Punchline held Lisa in a loose-limbed tripod and asked, “How can you lodge a complaint, Lisa? Nothing’s happened to you yet.” But nothing turned into something real quick when Crane straightened the former World Champ with a hard-hearted tug on those already distended togs. Greeting Dream’s navel with a Toe Kick the instant she’d turned her around, Maddy reeled Lisa’s head between her thighs and underhooked both arms. “Sorry I keep f*cking up your plans, Dreamy. Here, have one of mine.”
She ‘hupped’ Lisa off the mat and tugged her forward so the leather-clad battler’s legs found the redhead’s waist in a loose Scissors. No sooner was Dream settled did Crane wrench her loose and spin her over, Lisa twirling like a perfect dervish as the Queen of the Facebusters tribe sat out and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face, chest and belly. Understandably gobsmacked by the utter brilliance of Plan M From Outer Space, Lisa bounced on impact before settling out in a facedown sprawl she’d occupy until Celia brought her around a few minutes later.
PLAN M FROM OUTER SPACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVLq6VedHco
Maddy herself stayed seated after the impressive maneuver, presumably enjoying the sight of Dream and her nurses laid to waste by her hand. A cheer from the crowd drew Crane’s attention over one shoulder where Jenny Jacobs was struggling to sit up. Maddy sighed, pushed to her feet and walked over to the woozy Innovator. “Talk to me JJ.” Mads called over the roar of the Jacobites. “Do I need to get the EMT’s out here?”
Jenny grimaced, put a hand to her head and shook it ‘no’. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for the help. Were you waiting backstage?” “In the crowd a few rows back. Ruining Lisa’s day might replace scrapbooking as my favorite thing ever.”
Jacobs flashed a smile even though it hurt her head to do so. “I’ll never understand you, Maddy.”
“My gift and my curse. C’mon, gimme your hand.”
Jenny did, Crane took it and hauled her to verticalitTHWHUMP! Maddy BURIED a Kneelift in Jenny’s navel, the blow striking with such force that the blonde’s head almost dipped between her knees. ‘Almost’ being the operative word because Crane caught her in a Front Facelock. Paying absolutely no mind to the boos that supplanted the shocked silence, Maddy tossed Jenny’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a huge handful of tights. Then she muscled the gut-shocked blonde all the way to high noon, snapped off a high speed corkscrew and laid out on her tummy to THAWHAM Jenny’s face and chest into the courtesy of the Insult 2 Injury. If Jenny’d been wounded after the Daydreamer she was in the same boat as Lisa now, stretched out facedown and motionless save for the slight rise and fall of her breathing.
INSULT 2 INJURY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZqY9OpPjPQ
Above her, Maddy Crane ran a hand through her hair then turned to the Announcer. “Mic. Now.” He tossed one to her, which she plucked from the air like an outfielder catching a lazy pop fly.
“It seems,” Maddy simply spoke over the boos, she’d been waiting too long for this moment to wait for a bunch of internet trolls to drown her out, “that whenever I talk people are so interested to hear the punchline that they don’t bother to pay any attention to the all important set-up. So I’m going to say this once and I’m going to say it plainly. Ignore at your own risk.” Lowering the mic for a moment, she stomped over to Lisa, wedged a boot under her ribs and rolled the former FAWN World Champ onto her back. Feet planted on either side of Dream’s hips, Mads bent over and tapped the tip of her nose with an index finger. “You. Can’t. Escape. Me. Next time you even try, I’ll break your arm.” She patted Dream’s cheek to no response, which was exactly the response she wanted. Done with Lisa for the moment, Crane stalked back to Jenny and rolled her over in identical fashion. “I know management adores you. I know these people love you. I know that none of them would dare tell you no, so excuse me if it sounds like I’m enjoying this. I don’t give a shyt about the time you spent on the shelf. Lisa Dream belongs to me. If you’d like to contest this issue, you’re more than welcome to talk to the hand.” She reared back to fetch Jacobs a colossal Bytch Slap, but seemed to think better of it. “Actually, talk to the trunks. They’re far more interested in what you have to say.”
Maddy dropped to her knees, wedging Jenny’s upturned features directly against the fork of her crotch. “Take a good look, doc.” Crane growled to Celia after a few soft, possessive strokes over Jenny’s face. “That’s both your nurses and a pair of world famous glory whores left down and out by FAWN’s merriest prankster. Bet you can get an article out of that. Maybe even a whole book. On second thought, save the book for what comes next. I’m just getting started.” With that pushed off, planted a boot on Jenny’s chest and posed until a squad of late arriving referees finally shooed her away from the field of battle.
On the outside, Celia watched her go with a thoughtful expression on her face. Crane’s continued presence in the Dream Experiment was an unintended consequence, but far from unwelcome. Just how she could use it to her advantage was a question worthy of her immediate attention.