Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:28:37 GMT
Deciding she was not about to let the mouthy brat lay into her before she got to the ring, the Personification of Perfection pushed Crane aside backstage. The Dream’s Good Doctor forced to play catch-up as Lisa strode toward the curtains.
The dark-haired beauty stormed into the gorilla position like a pocket hurricane. “Switch to the REAL music,” she called out, requiring the FAWN techies to make a switch on the fly. Thankfully for the crew, the pyro for Perfection was ready to go and when Lisa emerged it’s to the accompaniment of a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics. The flawless light show erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon, as well as for various other wrestling organizations through the years, didn’t halt on the upper stage tonight. Lisa, certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophpbe in the house, no matter what type of entrance she provided, marched toward the squared circle.
LISA DREAM:
Not particularly intent in staying close to her patient, Celia followed at her own deliberate pace in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, both mostly covered by a long white lab coat. The powerful redhead trailed along in the exhaust of The Dream and watched with mild curiosity as the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection rose up the ring steps.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the delightfully bare limb into the battleground.
Noticeable in their absence were a pair of beautiful and brutal brunettes. Doctor Blassenville’s staff was no doubt on call, but as of the moment, neither of the Sisters of Mercy were at the side of either patient or doctor.
Having reached ringside, Celia discussed tonight’s test with the Luscious One even as the assembled continued to boo their lungs out, Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, black leather and her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Absent along with the Sisters were Dream’s customary leather pants. In their place was a matching set of black trunks of relatively conservative cut, though the eagle-eyed FAWNatic noted the tiniest sliver of alabaster glute peeking through, the sartorial choice yet another teasing taunt to the great unwashed. Directly north of these cheeky briefs, a series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Luscious One...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream patted herself on the back and moved to center stage while Celia settled in the corner of her charge.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Are you ready?” she asked nonchalantly.
The crowd mixed a confused murmur into their hatred.
“Third time IS the charm tonight, Wannadreams. And I’m not talking about Crane finding a way to be better than perfect. I’m talking going, going, gone. Because I am going to make sure that’s what she is. You will never have to hear her pathetic mockery of my flawlessness again. EVER!”
Having riled the crowd to a new decibel level, Lisa strutted to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Dr. Blassenville as the FAWNatics turned as one for what they hope will be The Dream’s nightmare.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn New York, she weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five feet five inches tall. She is the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe, the Happy Anarchist, the Smiling Knight, this is MADDY CRANE!
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly8ahont1bA&nohtml5=False
The sound of her name elicited cheers from the crowd and a blat of static from the speakers, the former quickly smoothing out into a reedy whistling. Said whistle was soon joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain armored in a hard, mirthless version of her standard snarky grin. At the moment her battle attire was obscured by a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with two words in giant tabloid type: DREAM OFF
MADDY CRANE:
Hardly subtle, not that Mads was in the mood for subtle. She’d been onstage less than five seconds when she peeled the garment off and tossed it over her shoulder before heading down the aisle. Tonight she wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: LIPS GO HERE. Then she vaulted over the strands and went straight for Lisa. Dream saw her coming and stormed out to meet the threat in the dead center of the ring. Doing their level best to walk through one another, Crane and Dream did everything in their power to burn a hole through their enemy’s skull with nothing more than a glare.
The crowd noise was deafening and Al Carpenter was practically on top of his charges trying to deliver last minute instructions but Lisa and Maddy might’ve been the last two people on earth for all the attention they paid external stimuli. At the moment redhead and brunette (who’d found a way to inch closer together despite starting off nose to nose) only had eyes for each other and oh what eyes they were. Lisa’s usual arrogance was nowhere to be found and Maddy’s snarky humor was utterly absent. Truth be told, if eyes were indeed the window to the soul, the FAWN Arena was about to witness some downright hellacious action.
After what seemed like forever, Crane finally broke the silence. “You may think you’re making some kind of statement by sending the Sisters to the back.” she told the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection. “But the only thing you’ve really done is take years off your career.”
Dream’s nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed, the only sign of the hatred broiling through her perfect veins. “You’ve tried… and failed, to defeat Perfection twice, Wannadream. While annoying in the extreme, I cannot find it in my heart to fault you for it, because Imperfection must always strive to improve itself, even if it is an impossible task.” She took a moment to catch her breath and when Lisa resumed speaking her voice actually trembled with rage. “What I DO fault you for, what I CAN never and WILL never forgive, is your willful attempts to rob the world of MY perfection.” Dream jabbed her forehead against Maddy’s and pushed forward, forcing the redhead to do the same so she didn’t give ground. “In case you’ve forgotten, I am Lisa Goddamned Dream. I am a former FAWN World Champion and the Personification of Perfection! And you tried to lessen me. Tried to injure me. Tried to MAR MY PERFECTION! You tried to make me like all the other disgusting Wannadreams and for that, Madeline Crane, I will return the insult a thousand times over. Enjoy every last moment you’re in the ring tonight, Wannadream. Because what I do to you between these ropes will make the hell I rained down on Jenny Jacobs look like a walk in the park by comparison.”
Lisa trailed off and Maddy let the silence spin out for a few seconds. “Are you done?”
“Not even sort of. But I’m happy to stop talking.” Lisa stepped back, spread her arms wide and lifted her chin to the Sultana of Slapstick. “Go on then, Wannadream. Take the first shot. It’s the best… and ONLY one you’re going to NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Crane pointed her right shoulder at the brunette, reached across her own chest and CRAAACKED Lisa’s dreamy décolletage with a Knife-Edge Chop that’d make a Bloodwind proud. Cringing, Lisa walked around in a tense little circle, but she refused to touch a hand to the welt rising on her formerly flawless cleavage. When the worst of it subsided she turned to Crane, who was waiting with her hands on her hips. “That was only a quarter power, Lis.” she said softly. “I’ll chop those sad little tits right outta that pleather vest before the night is EEEERRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Dream answered with a Chop of her own, a vicious, whistling thing that split the air a heartbeat before it tried to split the skin of Maddy’s chest. “COME AT ME THEN!” the Ultimate Image bellowed while Crane tried to walk off her hurt. “BRING EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT SO I CAN SHOW YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT IT’S JUST NOT GOOD ENO--”
Maddy hit her with a second Chop. Lisa snarled but didn’t walk it off, rather she sucked in a sharp gasp and answered with a retaliatory Chop. After round two the pace picked up considerably, with each lass setting their feet and just unloading on her opponent’s chest with a wince-inducing barrage. The breast-blistering exchange continued for perhaps thirty seconds before Dream abruptly blocked her rival’s latest attempt and raaaaaaaaked a claw across her eyes.
Snarling with delight as the redhead sought to cover her face, Lisa snatched a double handful of hair and backed Crane up until she was stacked against the ropes. Once there she pressed a Forearm against her throat and leaned in close, the Dream using her weight to keep Maddy in place while she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED her across the mouth with half a dozen Forearm Smashes. At no point did she call for a rope break, but that didn’t stop Carpenter from hurrying over in an attempt to enforce one. “All right Lisa, that’s enough! Get her off the ropes or I’ll WHOAH!”
Al backed off fast because Maddy helped herself to the brunette’s luscious locks and reversed their position on the ropes. Clearly quite motivated to match the former World Champ every step of the way, the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe set about loosening Lisa’s teeth with several Forearm Smashes of her own. But not content to merely mirror her nemesis’s offerings, Crane quickly transitioned to a Muy Thai clasp across the back of Lisa’s neck. While not exactly painful, it kept the brunette’s head tucked in too close to properly observe (and thus defend against) the high Kneelifts that MadsTHWHUMPED into her trim, alabaster tummy.
Lisa ‘ooffffhhhed’ covered her midsection with her arms to soak up a few of the shots, then she hooked Maddy’s right leg behind the knee and lifted her bodily off the mat. Giving voice to a cry from the depths of a nightmare, the Ultimate Image barreled off the ropes and didn’t stop moving until she’d BWUUUUNGED her opponent spine-first into a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Maddy grunted, dropped her arms over the top rope to keep from plopping down on her impertinent little tush. Dream on the other hand curled an arm around the back of Crane’s head and used it to hold her relatively still while she pivoted and SMACKED the broadest, meatiest part of her thigh into the Wannadream’s abdomen.
One. Two. Three. Four. Lisa hammered the breath from the redhead’s lungs half a dozen times and would’ve kept right on going if Carpenter hadn’t intruded yet again. “Off the buckles, Lisa! This is a wrestling match, not a street--”
“THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED!” she bellowed at the startled official. “NOW SHE’S GETTING IT AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO STOP ME!”
Crowding in on Crane while her voice was still ringing in Al’s ears, Lisa climbed to the middle rope, buried one hand in Maddy’s hair and flattened the other into a paddle. “A lesser woman might punch you straight between the eyes.” Dream murmured after she’d yanked Maddy’s noggin back at an unpleasant angle. “But I am not a lesser woman. I am the only perfect wrestler this pathetic little promotion has ever known. And now I call upon that perfection to slap that taste out of your f*cking mouth.”
You could’ve called Lisa Dream a liar for any number of things she’d said over the last few minutes, but on the topic of Bytch Slapping Maddy Crane she was most certainly telling the truth, as poor Mads found out when Dream CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a scintillating forehand. The corner mount made it impossible for the crowd to keep silent and they offered up a conflicted chorus as the Personification of Perfection pinked, then reddened her adversary’s features with a vicious, open-handed barrage. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Lisa palmed Maddy’s head in both hands, forced it back as far as she could and leaned in so close that the Sultana’s chin was jammed against her navel. Lips turned up in a savage grin, the Dream spread her arms wide and demanded, “Go ahead, Wannadream. Avert your gaze before the glory of my perfection burns the eyes from your impudent sku--”
Maddy reached up, palmed the brunette’s tummy in both hands and shoved Lisa like she meant to send her over a cliff. The fall wasn’t nearly so far, but Lisa did land a few feet from the Princess of the Punchline and that gave Mads just enough room to explode out of the corner with a straight right hand aimed at her nemesis’s THWHACK! Apparently Lisa had the same idea AND quick draw prowess, as she decked Crane with a simultaneous right hand even as her own head started to swivel.
The shot to her jaw turned off Lisa’s legs and she pirouetted to the canvas even as Maddy was sent there as well. From the positioning of the waylaid combatants it seemed The Dream took the worst of the exchange. Landing splayed on her side, the leather-clad grappler rolled to her back and blinked at the lights above. Meanwhile, Crane ended in a seated position after the connection. But while Lisa struggled toward verticality, a stunned and silenced Maddy remained on her pert cheeks.
That she continued to withhold comment was a clue to the FAWNatics The Dream might have hit the sweet spot and when Lisa reached vertical and surged to Crane, ramming a knee into her foe’s right temple, the redhead sprawling, it’s another fine inkling.
The brunette skidded to a stop and turned to her physician who nodded in appreciation.
“Well done, Lisa. Keep the focus on your opponent and you’ll continue to develop into the perfect weapon.”
Confusion flashed on The Dream’s face, but it quickly dissipated as she returned her attention to a slowly rising Crane. ‘Helping’ her up the rest of the way, Lisa bullied the dazed Maddy into a corner. She dipped her shoulders and sent the left crashing into Crane’s midriff, folding up the jester of Orlando with each impaling thrust, accumulating five by the time the insolent intruder in stripes put her fun to a premature end.
A gasping Maddy was short of breath but still used some of it to needle the Ultimate Image.
“So you’re still developing?” Maddy asked, picking up on Blassenville’s words. “How? Aren’t you’re supposed to be perfect already?”
Lisa grit her perfect pearlies and swung a violent European Uppercut into the chin of Crane, snapping her braincase upward in a violent whip.
“Quiet, please,” Lisa responded, doing her best to contain what was clear on her face from entering her voice,
Scooping her arms behind Maddy’s thighs, she lifted the redhead to a seat on the top buckle and rose to a stance on the middle ropes, one foot on either side of Crane and the corner. As the Wannadreams surely needed a translation of what she had in mind, Lisa dragged a thumb across her throat and scooped Maddy’s right leg into a cradle. The Personification of Perfection hauled the redhead off her seat and into the air, falling back in a singular fluid motion, dropping Crane onto her cranium with as dreamy a Brainbuster as the great unwashed of central Florida are likely ever to see.
AVALANCHE DREAMY BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M&nohtml5=False
As Maddy spread into a motionless starfish, Lisa scrambled to her feet, but instead of a pin, she strode around the demolished Crane, providing her attention to the FAWNatics. She pointed accusingly at the stirring Maddy.
“I understand this creature’s defense mechanism is to denigrate what is better than her and it’s only magnified when better is so much better,” Lisa testified. “But do not be under the misapprehension her words lessen what I am.”
The Dream arrogantly stepped on Maddy’s midriff to address the opposite side of the ring, drawing a soft ‘ooof’ from Crane as the redhead rose in a ‘v’ around the planted boot.
“And what I am is perfect.”
The loud clearing of a post-doctoral throat could be heard over the din and Lisa turned to see her practitioner pointing at the as yet unbeaten Sultana of Slapstick. Lisa deigned to genuflect atop Maddy’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
and Crane spasmed a shoulder off the canvas, rolling to her side.
Lisa stared at Carpenter like the striped insect he was, seemingly taking great effort to not only spit words at the man but saliva in response to his slow count. The Dream shoved Maddy to her chest and, from the feet of the redhead from Red Hook, Lisa moved to kneel atop Crane’s calves. The brunette beauty lifted Maddy’s left arm and slipped her frame beneath, quickly adding a Crossface to apply her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
Lisa bore down on Crane, wrenching the neck and spine of Maddy, determined to force Crane to use her voice in a manner of which she was unaccustomed. But after long seconds, only mewls and grunts emerged instead of a surrender and a frustrated, impatient Dream, apparently concerned her Stretch was being made to appear less than perfect, grabbed Crane’s locks, giving up her Crossface, and SLAMMED Maddy’s mug into the deck.
The loudmouth’s noggin bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood and her gaze was noticeably glassy. Lisa took advantage of Crane’s stifled state to mount her in a kneeling straddle of the small of her foe’s back. She grabbed Crane’s mane with both hands.
“Let’s see if Madeline now fully understands how perfect I am. A simple nod will suffice since we know your vocal chords are overused.”
Lisa provided Maddy’s nod in generous fashion, ripping her head up and down before again SLAMMING it into the canvas and dismounting the increasingly disoriented Crane.
The Dream again pointed to her downed foe and shoved boots into her shoulder, showing her dominance more than inflicting damage. Finally, Lisa allowed Crane to reach all fours and tugged her up the rest of the way, inserting her foe’s head between the milky thighs of the Personification of Perfection.
Immediately, the entire house knew what’s to come and there were a few excited cheers in the house as Lisa gave the redhead a tippy-toe inducing wedgie. With plenty of derriere open for Lisa’s version of fine arts, The Dream shaped her hands into paddles.
Again she heard a growingly familiar throat clear and turned to Doctor Blassenville, the auburn-haired destroyer class psychiatrist shook her head disapprovingly.
“We discussed this Lisa,” she lectured. “The Symphony can wait until after the match if we have the time. To perfectly dispatch your opponents, you must focus on business not pleasure.”
The Dream didn’t have a chance to become crestfallen as a howl emerged from between her legs, Maddy wrapping her arms around the stems of her foe and straightening her frame, vaulting Lisa up and over in a Back Body Drop. But the crowd couldn’t celebrate Dream being dropped to her tailbone as Lisa landed on her feet behind Maddy. The brunette instantly reached over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around the Sultana’s neck then descended in a surprising set of splits.
SPLIT-LEGED NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B14LRMCvm-A
The added flourish to the Neckbreaker brought a sly grin to Lisa’s lips but it’s the meat of the move that sent Maddy whiplashing at impact then timbering to her side, Dream continuing to dominate despite the attempt to turn the tide from Mads. Lisa spun and climbED aboard Maddy in a straddle. Settling on her haunches, she placed one palm down on Crane’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Maddy shoved a shoulder up and Lisa didn’t even turn to the sound of another throat clear. Instead, she hauled Maddy up with her as she rose and exchanged her grip of hair for a wrist. Lisa started to Irish Whip her foe to the far ropes, but Crane found the strength and sense to reverse.
It’s The Dreamy One sprinting to the cables and rebounding toward the wobbling redhead. Maddy tried to remove perfect head from perfect body with a Clothesline but Lisa ducked beneath. After another rebound, Lisa rushed and spun into the waiting Mads, looking for something dreamily spectacular with which to permanently clear Celia’s gullet.
Crane caught her on cue and lifted, but before Lisa could administer the perfect plan, Maddy genuflected and sendt Lisa’s crotch CRASHING down onto bended knee, the pain EXPLODING through Lisa’s privates. The Dream howled in anguish and flopped to her back, hands buried between thighs.
VAGBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjzcygYnyCA
Showing smile for the first time in a long while, Mads clambered to her feet and stamped around to Lisa’s north end. “Don’t worry about the burning sensation.” she intoned in her most clinical ‘I play a doctor on television’ voice. “I’m sure Celia and the White Witches have the perfect ointment somewhere in their bag of tricks.”
Dream cursed, rolled onto her belly and tried to rise only to present her skull to the redhead, who took it without hesitation. A hard squeeze made Lisa groan and earned Crane a few hard punches to the ribs, but a garden variety Front Facelock wasn’t going to put a former World Champion away, which was why Maddy rose onto her toes and dropped to one knee. TUNK! Lisa’s forehead struck Crane’s left knee hard enough to put a faint frown on Celia’s usually icy features. The expression grew far clearer over the next few seconds as the Princess of the Punchline rose up and repeated the brain-rattling tactic twice, thrice!
KNEELING FACEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P42z1375qNU
Releasing once the trio was complete, Maddy stepped back and framed the picture of penitent perfection between the thumb and index fingers of both hands. “Something’s not quite right.” Mads muttered under her breath. The words were barely out of her mouth when inspiration struck, albeit not as hard as Crane would strike her adversary. Crossing the distance between them in a single bound, the Happy Anarchist filled her hands with Lisa’s locks, then sprang straight up and sat out on splayed legs to THAWHUNK the Dream’s forehead into the canvas courtesy a sawed-off Sit-Out Facebuster.
SAWED OFF SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=00LSSRBKM2Q
Perfectly shellacked by the persistent pounding. Lisa reared back on her knees and might’ve flopped over onto her back if Crane hadn’t grabbed hold of both shoulders and stretched her out flat again. In the same breath she twisted around to the brunette’s left side, laid claim to that wrist and forced it up between the Dream’s shoulderblades with a simple Hammerlock. Pushing up on the unpleasant hold, the Queen of the Facebusters almost spoke to Lisa before shifting focus to her fellow redhead.
“I’m not gonna pretend I know your end game, Doc.” she told Celia. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if YOU don’t know your end game. But I’ll tell one thing and I hope you take it to heart. If you care about this chick as anything beyond a set of analytics and test results, you’ll throw in the towel when she’s taken enough. Because we both know she’s too stupid to--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WANNADREAM!” Lisa snarled from her place on the canvas. “My medical team is under strict orders to ignore any opinions that conflict with my overall perfectNNNNGGHHH!”
Maddy pushed onto her toes and promptly dropped to one knee, just DRIVING the point of her right knee into the Dream’s exposed shoulder. Strange but true, Knee Drops are like potato chips, ya can’t have just one. Lisa discovered this the hard way when a strangely unsmiling Crane rose up and delivered no less than half a dozen shots in perhaps eight seconds. Resetting her footing after the last, Mads bore down on the brunette’s captured wrist, then tucked her head and floated over in a gorgeous somersault that ended with her balanced on tip toe.
BRIDGING HAMMERLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bh7b7b5ETBY
The increase in pressure must’ve been staggering because Lisa stuffed her free hand against the mat and pushed up on her tiptoes, the Ultimate Image’s perfect posterior thrust toward the rafters with nary a concern for what breed of slobbering reprobate might have a camera trained in her direction. “What do you say, Lisa, need me to call it?” Carpenter asked the question after the initial round of shrieking died down. “If you’re really worried about your arm, just say--”
“Of COURSE I’m worried about my arm, IDIOT!” Lisa bellowed. “But this pretender doesn’t have what it takes to eke a surrender from these perfect liPSSEERRRRRGGAAAAAAHHHHH BYTCH!”
Maddy rolled back to her previous position without relinquishing the Hammerlock and quickly sidled into a mount atop the leather-clad lovely’s lower back. “Little suggestion, Lis.” Mads huffed. “You should really dial back that ‘Maddy can’t hurt me’ talk when the woman in question is in complete control of your arm.” She emphasized the point by forcing Lisa’s fingertips that much closer to the nape of her neck.
“This… isn’t… pain… Wannadream!” Lisa grunted in the midst of bracing her free hand against the canvas. “This is boredom masquerading as irritatationNOOOOOHHHH!”
Halving her control on the Hammerlock just long enough to clamp down on Dream’s right arm, Maddy wrenched that perfect kickstand loose and swiftly pulled it backward across the plank of her right thigh. It wasn’t quite a Camel Clutch since there was no Chinlock involved, but the hold effectively glued the Dream in place while the redhead doubled down on the Hammerlock. “I’ll break it off, Lis. I swear to God I will.” Maddy said without a trace of humor. “Jenny and I don’t agree on much, but we’d LOVE to see you shunted off to the injured reserve for, well…. ever.”
Lisa shook her head ‘no’ both to negate the official’s inane queries of surrender and to dismiss the peon’s delusional aspirations. “Thuuuu…. that is exactly why I’ll deny you, Wannadream. Oxygen wasters like you and Jacobs deserve nothing less than a constant steam of disappointmentSOOOOOOWWWWWWW HAAAAAAAIR! REF, SHE’S IN MY HAAAAAAAAAAIIIIRRRR!”
That was a bit of an understatement. Maddy’d transferred the Hammerlock to her right hand so she could twine her left in Lisa’s dark mane and wrench her head back at a hateful angle. Lips brushing the other woman’s ear, the Smiling Knight whispered, “Beg. Beg for mercy, Lisa.”
The Dream actually scoffed, an impressive feat considering the ungodly angle of her left arm. Perfect pearlies clamped shut to prevent any more wails from passing her lips, Lisa squirmed her hips and rolled her right shoulder until she pulled that arm free of the encroaching redhead’s thigh. Rising as best she could with Crane still squatted on her back, the Personification of Perfection began to inch her way toward the ropes.
Give Celia credit, she offered her patient all the support she could, though it paled in comparison to the breadth and scope of the vitriol heaped on Lisa. Even so, the Dream was far more resilient than the FAWNatics gave her credit for and she didn’t stop crawling until she wrapped her left arm around the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” she shouted to Al. “Break the hold of disqualify her, I’m in the ROPESSSWWHHOOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Lisa had every right to demand freedom from Crane’s machinations, unfortunately the redhead was perfectly within her rights to relinquish the hold and draaaaaaaaaaaaagggg her burden to the center of the ring kicking and screaming. Still remarkably angry in spite of her current control, Mads flipped the brunette onto her back and delivered a receipt for the stomp to her tummy. Then she tacked on a whole helluva lot of interest by planting a foot on either side of Lisa’s head and dropping to her knees.
Reverse Face Sit, Maddy Crane to Lisa Dream.
Hands curled into slight claws, the redhead gripped her prey’s hips and pushed down, all the better to keep Lisa glued to the canvas. “Breathe it in, Lis.” Maddy snapped to the squirming, squealing battler. “You’ve had this coming for a LONG ti--” She would’ve said ‘time’ if Al Carpenter hadn’t swooped in alongside and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa sank her nails into Maddy’s glutes and shoved her off with half a second to spare. Dream barreled for the bottom rope at once, the infuriated lovely heading unerringly toward the safe harbor of her Psychiatrist. Maddy watched her go and almost went after them both before deciding against it. Sure, she might be able to knock Celia off balance once or twice, but to fully engage the Crimson Cagliostro as well as Dreamophile Supreme? That was suicide.
“You’ve had something of a relapse,” Celia diagnosed, The Dream leaning against her physician for physical and psychological support. “It’s a step back but not something that cannot be overcome.”
Lisa shifted her leather casing below into a more comfortable position, wincing before getting it right.
”The key…” Blassenville continued, grabbing the chin of Lisa in her right palm and pulling the brunette’s head up so their eyes met. “The key is concentrating on her,” Doctor Blassenville motioned toward the redhead in the ring, “rather than concentrating on yourself. You can remove Crane from FAWN for months just as you did with Jacobs, but you must follow my prescription precisely.”
Lisa’s nose crinkled as if smelling spoiled milk, but she nodded. From the ring, comes the loud clearing of a throat.
“Ladies. Not all of us are getting paid by the hour, like the headshrinker.”
Crane invited Lisa back in with a gracious swing of her left arm.
Dream moved to the apron and lifted one shin onto the mat before halting.
“Keep her back,” The Dream demanded. “She and all these other Wannadreams would love nothing better to cast a flaw upon my perfection…and I won’t have it. You shouldn’t either,” she pointedly directed at Carpenter.
He turned and shooed Maddy to the opposite ropes. Lisa reentered slowly and carefully, shuffling to the left when she uncoiled through the cables. Crane quickly joined her in a sideways lap around the ring, the concentric circles closing until they met in a Collar & Elbow center stage.
The tussle for leverage went on until The Dream gained an advantage and managed to shove Maddy back a couple steps. Immediately, Crane lifted her right leg in a folded position, making much like her feathered namesake. Lisa shrugged and bolted forward with Clotheslining arm drawn. But the Personification of Perfection barely get two steps when the redhead exploded out of the position and delivered the perfect Crane Kick to Lisa’s chin, snapping the head of the brunette back roughly.
Lisa staggered but remained on her feet, dazed. So much so, Lisa didn’t seem to notice as Maddy swung alongside, facing in the same direction as her foe. Grabbing The Dream’s near arm, Maddy wrapped her near arm around the neck of the Dreamy One, ready to stroke out Lisa with a Reverse Russian Legsweep.
But before Maddy could deliver, Lisa blocked with a grapevining leg. She swept a punch to her foe’s jaw with her balled right fist then delivered a standard version of the sweep, sending Maddy’s spine and the back of her skull CRASHING into the canvas. Rolling through the attack, Lisa back-somersaulted to her feet while the redhead cradled her braincase, snarking, but this time under her breath.
Maddy scrambled to her boot soles, but as she did, The Dream was already racing to the cables. The flawless brunette rebounded and spun into an exceptional Spinning Heel Kick. She RIPPED Maddy off her feet and blasted her back to the canvas, lest anyone forget Lisa Dream really was one of the best FAWN, and a variety of other feds, had ever seen.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
With Crane spread-eagled and groaning, Dream barely came to a stop before heading to the opposite cables. This time she leapt onto the middle strand, grabbing the top. Springboarding, Lisa backflipped into a beautiful Dreamysault that saw her drop in a perfect, breathtaking Crossbody Splash of the Jester from Red Hook.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
A bug-eyed Maddy jackknifed around the flawless avalanche of ivory-skinned and leather-clad dreaminess before settling flat. Lisa hooked the far leg and rolled Crane into a tight cradle for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The loudmouth released a shout of effort as she pushed out of the ball with a split second to spare. Showing her determination, she pushed up nearly as fast as The Dream could manage but only got a wicked kick to the crotch for her trouble. Lisa made sure there would be no snark emanating from the gaping maw of the frozen and suddenly fragile Crane.
Turning, Lisa again kept her concentration focused on dishing out punishment. She pivoted, hit the ropes, and raced to the stooped and gasping redhead. The crowd sensed what’s afoot but Maddy could only see the canvas beneath her as Lisa closed and swung a looping right arm that CRASHED across the back of Crane’s neck. The Dreamsicle sent Maddy to the canvas in emphatic fashion, the crowd ‘oooohing’ at the sight of Lisa’s signature gamechanger.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
Lisa ended up kneeling next to her flaccid and motionless foe. The Dreamy One, instead of diving atop Crane, ran both sets of fingers through her immaculate chocolate-hued locks and turned her attention to the Wannadreams.
“That is why I’m a legend and,” The Dream motioned toward Maddy, “and she is whatever she is.”
“Cover, Miss Dream,” Doctor Blassenville implored, seeing Lisa’s attentiveness to finishing the job flee her for an important few seconds.
Lisa snorted, knowing she had all day. She shoved Maddy to her back and dropped atop her, not bothering to hook a leg this time as it was most certainly a...
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Celia and Lisa shook their heads for completely different reasons, but for the brunette, frustration quickly faded. She sank her ruby-tipped nails into Maddy’s auburn locks and yanked her foe up as she rose, making sure the daffy deadweight was shoulder to shoulder with her, both grapplers facing in the same direction.
The Dream flung the limp left limb of Maddy’s over her shoulders and started to wrap her right arm under and around the throat of the dazed and dilapidated derelict. The FAWNatics groan as it’s apparent Maddy’s plan for revenge was about to go up in the flames of Lisa’s Daydreamer.
But before Lisa could lift her near leg and swung it like a pendulum to rip Crane off her feet and provide the redhead a growing losing streak, The Sultana of Slapstick broke free of the perfect setup, braced both hands on Lisa’s hips and sent her rushing to the nearby corner.
The Dream SLAMMED into the buckles chest-fist and was quickly sandwiched by a splashing Maddy. Crane grabbed a wobbly Lisa by a shoulder and spun her out of the corner, the brunette staggering a few steps before halting.
As Lisa tried to regain her bearings, Maddy vaulted to the middle ropes in the corner. Turning, she’s ready to introduce Lisa to a sphincter-clenching Snark Attack. But as Crane launched to deliver the Ass Punch to the Ultimate Image, Lisa turned to face her foe and the forceful, ham-handed attack THUMPED into her kitty instead.
SNARK ATTACK SUPREME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzQSeKycYDY
The crowd groaned in something approaching sympathy before Orlando’s unwashed remembered its Dream and quickly turned to cheering. Lisa’s flawless face was deformed by the agony shooting through her body. Pigeon-toed and frozen, she could do little as Maddy raced to the opposite corner, climbing up to deliver the bookend to the beleaguered brunette’s behind.
“MOVE Lisa.” there was the slightest bit of concern tingeing the steel of Blassenville’s voice as she urged her charge to action. “Get out of the way before she--”
PWAAAK! Crane’s hard little fist skewered Lisa’s left glute but didn’t knock her off her feet, at least not immediately. Rather she rose onto tiptoes then slowly crumpled to her knees, where both hands rubbed at her perfect, albeit pounding, posterior. Presented with the glorious gift of Dream’s back, the Princess of the Punchline eschewed her usual theatrics in favor of something as simple as it was effective. Hands on Lisa’s shoulders, she pulled the stunned battler down onto her aching backside and threaded her legs around the Dream’s waist. In the same instant she curled her right arm around Lisa’s throat and gripped her own left bicep for extra leverage. With the Personification of Perfection’s chin wedged in the crook of her elbow, Crane angled her left arm behind Lisa’s head and stretched out on her back while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeezing down on the Bodyscissors.
Face flushing as soon as the Rear Naked Choke bit into her neck, Lisa sank her fingers into the redhead’s arm and twisted her hips to one side in hopes of getting to all fours. Nothing doing, Crane adjusted her Scissors so she wasn’t actually squeezing but rather spreading the former champ’s legs in an almost Grapevine. “Tap out, big mouth.” Maddy growled it in Lisa’s ear even as the other woman clawed furrows in her forearm. “Tap the mat or I’ll put you to sleep.”
Lisa coughed, a reaction that had nothing to do with the oxygen deprivation. Had this Wannadream actually called HER big mouth?
“Yuuuhhhhhh…. you’re delusional.” the Ultimate Image coughed. “I’ll never submit to--”
“Oxygen is at a premium at the moment, Lisa!” Celia snapped from the far side of the ring. “Don’t’ waste it talking to her, extricate yourself from this trap!”
Maddy tightened the noose of her bicep a little more and actually nodded at Blassenville’s orders. “That chick is f*cking crazy, you know that, right, Lis? Crazier than you and the Nurses by a looooooooong shot. But right now she’s actually talking sense. Not that you’ve got any chance of breaking this OOOOWWWWWWHHH DAAAAAAMMMMIT!”
Dream couldn’t actually break the Choke, she could however force the redhead’s arm up the tiniest bit and that was all she needed to sink her teeth into Crane’s forearm. Unwilling to let Lisa loose without a little more suffering, Mads pulled her left arm free, reached down south and actually wormed her fingers under the waistband of Lisa’s tiny togs. Dream’s eyes went from slotted in fury to wide with shock as the disgusting retch actually had the temerity to slip a talon into her sanctum sanctorum. “I don’t have a microphone at the moment.” Maddy’s voice was hot and stormy in Lisa’s ear, “but I swear to God I will make you scream for the whole world if you don’t stop chewing on EERRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Finally regaining control of her faculties, Lisa reached back with both hands and RAAAAAAAAKED the redhead’s eyes as hard as she could. It drew an immediate warning from Carpenter but Lisa didn’t care, she was too focused on wrenching herself free of her opponent’s clutches. Barely able to believe the audacity of this piece of trash, Dream scrambled to boot leather only to drop to her knees and grab a double handful of Maddy’s hair.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Lisa roared in between bouncing Crane’s forehead off the canvas. “DON’T YOU EVER (THUNK!) EVER (THUNK!) STICK YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE MITTS (THUNK!) BENEATH MY TRUNKS (THUNK!) AGAIN! (THUNK!) DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, WANNADREAM?”
Three more skull-jarring THUNKS followed and there might’ve been more if Blassenville hadn’t whistled for her attention. When Lisa looked up, the good doctor said, “A disqualification only lends her another shred of credibility, Lisa. She doesn’t deserve that sort of gift from one as perfect as you, so stand her up and finish her off the right way.”
The Dream swallowed a grapefruit sized lump in her throat. “She was INSIDE me, Celia.”
“And you will punish her accordingly. AFTER the bell.”
Biting off a retort that did no one any good, Lisa lifted Maddy’s noggin off the mat and THUNKED it one more time before she stood up and forced the glassy-eyed redhead to do the same. Positioned in the center of the squared circle, the Personification of Perfection stepped back, lined up her shot, then CRAAACKED Maddy with a Bytch Slap so stiff it split her bottom lip. It also knocked her for a loop that might’ve ultimately let her stagger to safety if Lisa hadn’t grabbed her by the shoulders. “Jacobs got off lucky, by comparison.” Dream said softly. “Hell, even Sanders is gonna watch this footage and squeak ‘at least that’s not me!’. You, Madeline Crane, your in-ring career is about to end, but your run as the new standard bearer for humiliation and degradation is just beginning. Enjoy your newfound fame, Wannadream.”
Hands still in place, Lisa crouched and leapt into a seat atop her rival’s shoulders. The crowd was still drawing a breath to warn their favorite jokester about the impending Dream Driver when Mads got both hands against Lisa’s tush and shoved up with everything she had. Ankles not yet locked, Dream was boosted off her perch only to find herself in a new one when she landed across Maddy’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Shocked by the sudden turn of events, the Ultimate Image didn’t even get to voice a plea before Crane tossed her up n’ out and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Lisa down flat on her face.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocQoJluYgjU
Bounced to her knees by the Fireman’s Carry Facebuster, Lisa mustered nothing in the way of defense as Crane slapped on a Front Facelock and hauled her to boot leather. Quiet for the first time in a long time, Maddy tossed Lisa’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of leather waistband all while Dream was still trying to blink the stars from her eyes. Alas, she was still off wandering the Facebuster Cosmos when Crane powered her all the way to one o’clock, peeled off a tight little spiral and laid out on her tummy to PLANT the brunette facedown on the thinly-sheathed plywood. Maddy rolled Lisa over and pounced across her chest in a snug cover, the Happy Anarchist hooking both of Dream’s legs in a tight bundle while Carpenter and several thousand FAWNatics tolled…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa wriggled loose and slopped onto her tummy, thus crushing the dreams of a whole arena even when only partially aware. “VERY GOOD, LISA!” Blassenville sounded calm, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Follow my voice now, you need to--”
Celia shut up when the notoriously talkative Maddy helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled her patient up without saying a word. Gripping Lisa by the armpits, Crane muscled her off the mat and drew her in close enough to slip Dream’s legs around her midsection. From there she stuffed the brunette’s noggin under one arm and threaded her own arms under Lisa’s biceps for a Double Underhook. “Not your fault, doc.” Maddy finally told Celia once her hooks were set. “Some patients are beyond help.” With that Crane popped up, tossed Lisa out in front and jerked up on her left arm, a jolt that sent the leather-clad battler into a twirling cyclone. Sitting out along with her corkscrewing nemesis, Maddy was grinning from ear to ear when Lisa THAWHAMMED into the canvas.
PLAN M FROM OUTER SPACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVLq6VedHco
Reduced to a placid puddle of perfection by Plan M From Outer Space, Lisa offered no resistance when Maddy rolled her over with a Half Nelson, then swung a leg across and settled down warm and snug on her nose. “I should give you some old school FAWN.” the redhead murmured as Al dove into position. “BUTT I think this speaks for itself.” Arching her back ever so slightly, Mads put one index finger to her lips and raised the other to the rafters so she could better count the…
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THREE!
The crowd exploded and Crane wanted to thank them, but she didn’t move, not even when the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MADDY CRANE!”
Mads raised the double biceps, kissed each one, then waggled her hips. “That’s right, Dreamy. They’re cheering my name. I know you can’t hear it, what with my ass on your face and all, but--” a flicker of movement caught her eye and she racked focus to Celia Blassenville. “Don’t even think about it, doc. If I even think the Sisters are heading this way I’ll make sure Lisa Cushion over here needs their full attention by the time they arrive.”
Celia pondered the threat for a moment. “And if I were to leave my patient in your care, albeit it temporarily?”
“Then I’m sure you’d have something interesting to discuss in your next session. And it’ll be a lot easier on you because Lisa’s jaw won’t be wired shut.”
Blassenville sighed and tipped a dismissive hand. “Enjoy the fruits of your victory, Ms. Crane. Just don’t grow accustomed to the taste.” She turned around and strode up the aisle, leaving Maddy to enjoy several more seconds of cheek to cheek time with her beaten rival.
“There, I think that’s enough for a calendar, don’t you?” Crane smacked Lisa’s tummy, got to her feet and went straight for the ropes facing the hard camera. Mounting the first and second strands with an ease that belied her exhaustion, Mads looked out into the crowd and delivered this message. “WHAT YOU JUST SAW WASN’T A PUNCHLINE, IT WAS A WARNING! 2016 IS THE YEAR THAT EVERYONE FINDS OUT THIS JOKESTER IS A HELLUVA LOT MORE SERIOUS THAN YOU EVER REALIZED. 2016 IS THE YEAR THE DOUBTERS STOP LAUGHING. 2016 IS THE YEAR I PUT GOLD AROUND MY WAIST!”
The dark-haired beauty stormed into the gorilla position like a pocket hurricane. “Switch to the REAL music,” she called out, requiring the FAWN techies to make a switch on the fly. Thankfully for the crew, the pyro for Perfection was ready to go and when Lisa emerged it’s to the accompaniment of a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics. The flawless light show erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon, as well as for various other wrestling organizations through the years, didn’t halt on the upper stage tonight. Lisa, certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophpbe in the house, no matter what type of entrance she provided, marched toward the squared circle.
LISA DREAM:
Not particularly intent in staying close to her patient, Celia followed at her own deliberate pace in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, both mostly covered by a long white lab coat. The powerful redhead trailed along in the exhaust of The Dream and watched with mild curiosity as the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection rose up the ring steps.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the delightfully bare limb into the battleground.
Noticeable in their absence were a pair of beautiful and brutal brunettes. Doctor Blassenville’s staff was no doubt on call, but as of the moment, neither of the Sisters of Mercy were at the side of either patient or doctor.
Having reached ringside, Celia discussed tonight’s test with the Luscious One even as the assembled continued to boo their lungs out, Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, black leather and her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Absent along with the Sisters were Dream’s customary leather pants. In their place was a matching set of black trunks of relatively conservative cut, though the eagle-eyed FAWNatic noted the tiniest sliver of alabaster glute peeking through, the sartorial choice yet another teasing taunt to the great unwashed. Directly north of these cheeky briefs, a series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the Luscious One...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream patted herself on the back and moved to center stage while Celia settled in the corner of her charge.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Are you ready?” she asked nonchalantly.
The crowd mixed a confused murmur into their hatred.
“Third time IS the charm tonight, Wannadreams. And I’m not talking about Crane finding a way to be better than perfect. I’m talking going, going, gone. Because I am going to make sure that’s what she is. You will never have to hear her pathetic mockery of my flawlessness again. EVER!”
Having riled the crowd to a new decibel level, Lisa strutted to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Dr. Blassenville as the FAWNatics turned as one for what they hope will be The Dream’s nightmare.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn New York, she weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five feet five inches tall. She is the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe, the Happy Anarchist, the Smiling Knight, this is MADDY CRANE!
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly8ahont1bA&nohtml5=False
The sound of her name elicited cheers from the crowd and a blat of static from the speakers, the former quickly smoothing out into a reedy whistling. Said whistle was soon joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain armored in a hard, mirthless version of her standard snarky grin. At the moment her battle attire was obscured by a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with two words in giant tabloid type: DREAM OFF
MADDY CRANE:
Hardly subtle, not that Mads was in the mood for subtle. She’d been onstage less than five seconds when she peeled the garment off and tossed it over her shoulder before heading down the aisle. Tonight she wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: LIPS GO HERE. Then she vaulted over the strands and went straight for Lisa. Dream saw her coming and stormed out to meet the threat in the dead center of the ring. Doing their level best to walk through one another, Crane and Dream did everything in their power to burn a hole through their enemy’s skull with nothing more than a glare.
The crowd noise was deafening and Al Carpenter was practically on top of his charges trying to deliver last minute instructions but Lisa and Maddy might’ve been the last two people on earth for all the attention they paid external stimuli. At the moment redhead and brunette (who’d found a way to inch closer together despite starting off nose to nose) only had eyes for each other and oh what eyes they were. Lisa’s usual arrogance was nowhere to be found and Maddy’s snarky humor was utterly absent. Truth be told, if eyes were indeed the window to the soul, the FAWN Arena was about to witness some downright hellacious action.
After what seemed like forever, Crane finally broke the silence. “You may think you’re making some kind of statement by sending the Sisters to the back.” she told the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection. “But the only thing you’ve really done is take years off your career.”
Dream’s nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed, the only sign of the hatred broiling through her perfect veins. “You’ve tried… and failed, to defeat Perfection twice, Wannadream. While annoying in the extreme, I cannot find it in my heart to fault you for it, because Imperfection must always strive to improve itself, even if it is an impossible task.” She took a moment to catch her breath and when Lisa resumed speaking her voice actually trembled with rage. “What I DO fault you for, what I CAN never and WILL never forgive, is your willful attempts to rob the world of MY perfection.” Dream jabbed her forehead against Maddy’s and pushed forward, forcing the redhead to do the same so she didn’t give ground. “In case you’ve forgotten, I am Lisa Goddamned Dream. I am a former FAWN World Champion and the Personification of Perfection! And you tried to lessen me. Tried to injure me. Tried to MAR MY PERFECTION! You tried to make me like all the other disgusting Wannadreams and for that, Madeline Crane, I will return the insult a thousand times over. Enjoy every last moment you’re in the ring tonight, Wannadream. Because what I do to you between these ropes will make the hell I rained down on Jenny Jacobs look like a walk in the park by comparison.”
Lisa trailed off and Maddy let the silence spin out for a few seconds. “Are you done?”
“Not even sort of. But I’m happy to stop talking.” Lisa stepped back, spread her arms wide and lifted her chin to the Sultana of Slapstick. “Go on then, Wannadream. Take the first shot. It’s the best… and ONLY one you’re going to NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Crane pointed her right shoulder at the brunette, reached across her own chest and CRAAACKED Lisa’s dreamy décolletage with a Knife-Edge Chop that’d make a Bloodwind proud. Cringing, Lisa walked around in a tense little circle, but she refused to touch a hand to the welt rising on her formerly flawless cleavage. When the worst of it subsided she turned to Crane, who was waiting with her hands on her hips. “That was only a quarter power, Lis.” she said softly. “I’ll chop those sad little tits right outta that pleather vest before the night is EEEERRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Dream answered with a Chop of her own, a vicious, whistling thing that split the air a heartbeat before it tried to split the skin of Maddy’s chest. “COME AT ME THEN!” the Ultimate Image bellowed while Crane tried to walk off her hurt. “BRING EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT SO I CAN SHOW YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT IT’S JUST NOT GOOD ENO--”
Maddy hit her with a second Chop. Lisa snarled but didn’t walk it off, rather she sucked in a sharp gasp and answered with a retaliatory Chop. After round two the pace picked up considerably, with each lass setting their feet and just unloading on her opponent’s chest with a wince-inducing barrage. The breast-blistering exchange continued for perhaps thirty seconds before Dream abruptly blocked her rival’s latest attempt and raaaaaaaaked a claw across her eyes.
Snarling with delight as the redhead sought to cover her face, Lisa snatched a double handful of hair and backed Crane up until she was stacked against the ropes. Once there she pressed a Forearm against her throat and leaned in close, the Dream using her weight to keep Maddy in place while she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED her across the mouth with half a dozen Forearm Smashes. At no point did she call for a rope break, but that didn’t stop Carpenter from hurrying over in an attempt to enforce one. “All right Lisa, that’s enough! Get her off the ropes or I’ll WHOAH!”
Al backed off fast because Maddy helped herself to the brunette’s luscious locks and reversed their position on the ropes. Clearly quite motivated to match the former World Champ every step of the way, the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe set about loosening Lisa’s teeth with several Forearm Smashes of her own. But not content to merely mirror her nemesis’s offerings, Crane quickly transitioned to a Muy Thai clasp across the back of Lisa’s neck. While not exactly painful, it kept the brunette’s head tucked in too close to properly observe (and thus defend against) the high Kneelifts that MadsTHWHUMPED into her trim, alabaster tummy.
Lisa ‘ooffffhhhed’ covered her midsection with her arms to soak up a few of the shots, then she hooked Maddy’s right leg behind the knee and lifted her bodily off the mat. Giving voice to a cry from the depths of a nightmare, the Ultimate Image barreled off the ropes and didn’t stop moving until she’d BWUUUUNGED her opponent spine-first into a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Maddy grunted, dropped her arms over the top rope to keep from plopping down on her impertinent little tush. Dream on the other hand curled an arm around the back of Crane’s head and used it to hold her relatively still while she pivoted and SMACKED the broadest, meatiest part of her thigh into the Wannadream’s abdomen.
One. Two. Three. Four. Lisa hammered the breath from the redhead’s lungs half a dozen times and would’ve kept right on going if Carpenter hadn’t intruded yet again. “Off the buckles, Lisa! This is a wrestling match, not a street--”
“THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED!” she bellowed at the startled official. “NOW SHE’S GETTING IT AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO STOP ME!”
Crowding in on Crane while her voice was still ringing in Al’s ears, Lisa climbed to the middle rope, buried one hand in Maddy’s hair and flattened the other into a paddle. “A lesser woman might punch you straight between the eyes.” Dream murmured after she’d yanked Maddy’s noggin back at an unpleasant angle. “But I am not a lesser woman. I am the only perfect wrestler this pathetic little promotion has ever known. And now I call upon that perfection to slap that taste out of your f*cking mouth.”
You could’ve called Lisa Dream a liar for any number of things she’d said over the last few minutes, but on the topic of Bytch Slapping Maddy Crane she was most certainly telling the truth, as poor Mads found out when Dream CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a scintillating forehand. The corner mount made it impossible for the crowd to keep silent and they offered up a conflicted chorus as the Personification of Perfection pinked, then reddened her adversary’s features with a vicious, open-handed barrage. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Lisa palmed Maddy’s head in both hands, forced it back as far as she could and leaned in so close that the Sultana’s chin was jammed against her navel. Lips turned up in a savage grin, the Dream spread her arms wide and demanded, “Go ahead, Wannadream. Avert your gaze before the glory of my perfection burns the eyes from your impudent sku--”
Maddy reached up, palmed the brunette’s tummy in both hands and shoved Lisa like she meant to send her over a cliff. The fall wasn’t nearly so far, but Lisa did land a few feet from the Princess of the Punchline and that gave Mads just enough room to explode out of the corner with a straight right hand aimed at her nemesis’s THWHACK! Apparently Lisa had the same idea AND quick draw prowess, as she decked Crane with a simultaneous right hand even as her own head started to swivel.
The shot to her jaw turned off Lisa’s legs and she pirouetted to the canvas even as Maddy was sent there as well. From the positioning of the waylaid combatants it seemed The Dream took the worst of the exchange. Landing splayed on her side, the leather-clad grappler rolled to her back and blinked at the lights above. Meanwhile, Crane ended in a seated position after the connection. But while Lisa struggled toward verticality, a stunned and silenced Maddy remained on her pert cheeks.
That she continued to withhold comment was a clue to the FAWNatics The Dream might have hit the sweet spot and when Lisa reached vertical and surged to Crane, ramming a knee into her foe’s right temple, the redhead sprawling, it’s another fine inkling.
The brunette skidded to a stop and turned to her physician who nodded in appreciation.
“Well done, Lisa. Keep the focus on your opponent and you’ll continue to develop into the perfect weapon.”
Confusion flashed on The Dream’s face, but it quickly dissipated as she returned her attention to a slowly rising Crane. ‘Helping’ her up the rest of the way, Lisa bullied the dazed Maddy into a corner. She dipped her shoulders and sent the left crashing into Crane’s midriff, folding up the jester of Orlando with each impaling thrust, accumulating five by the time the insolent intruder in stripes put her fun to a premature end.
A gasping Maddy was short of breath but still used some of it to needle the Ultimate Image.
“So you’re still developing?” Maddy asked, picking up on Blassenville’s words. “How? Aren’t you’re supposed to be perfect already?”
Lisa grit her perfect pearlies and swung a violent European Uppercut into the chin of Crane, snapping her braincase upward in a violent whip.
“Quiet, please,” Lisa responded, doing her best to contain what was clear on her face from entering her voice,
Scooping her arms behind Maddy’s thighs, she lifted the redhead to a seat on the top buckle and rose to a stance on the middle ropes, one foot on either side of Crane and the corner. As the Wannadreams surely needed a translation of what she had in mind, Lisa dragged a thumb across her throat and scooped Maddy’s right leg into a cradle. The Personification of Perfection hauled the redhead off her seat and into the air, falling back in a singular fluid motion, dropping Crane onto her cranium with as dreamy a Brainbuster as the great unwashed of central Florida are likely ever to see.
AVALANCHE DREAMY BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M&nohtml5=False
As Maddy spread into a motionless starfish, Lisa scrambled to her feet, but instead of a pin, she strode around the demolished Crane, providing her attention to the FAWNatics. She pointed accusingly at the stirring Maddy.
“I understand this creature’s defense mechanism is to denigrate what is better than her and it’s only magnified when better is so much better,” Lisa testified. “But do not be under the misapprehension her words lessen what I am.”
The Dream arrogantly stepped on Maddy’s midriff to address the opposite side of the ring, drawing a soft ‘ooof’ from Crane as the redhead rose in a ‘v’ around the planted boot.
“And what I am is perfect.”
The loud clearing of a post-doctoral throat could be heard over the din and Lisa turned to see her practitioner pointing at the as yet unbeaten Sultana of Slapstick. Lisa deigned to genuflect atop Maddy’s bosom for the…
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and Crane spasmed a shoulder off the canvas, rolling to her side.
Lisa stared at Carpenter like the striped insect he was, seemingly taking great effort to not only spit words at the man but saliva in response to his slow count. The Dream shoved Maddy to her chest and, from the feet of the redhead from Red Hook, Lisa moved to kneel atop Crane’s calves. The brunette beauty lifted Maddy’s left arm and slipped her frame beneath, quickly adding a Crossface to apply her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
Lisa bore down on Crane, wrenching the neck and spine of Maddy, determined to force Crane to use her voice in a manner of which she was unaccustomed. But after long seconds, only mewls and grunts emerged instead of a surrender and a frustrated, impatient Dream, apparently concerned her Stretch was being made to appear less than perfect, grabbed Crane’s locks, giving up her Crossface, and SLAMMED Maddy’s mug into the deck.
The loudmouth’s noggin bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood and her gaze was noticeably glassy. Lisa took advantage of Crane’s stifled state to mount her in a kneeling straddle of the small of her foe’s back. She grabbed Crane’s mane with both hands.
“Let’s see if Madeline now fully understands how perfect I am. A simple nod will suffice since we know your vocal chords are overused.”
Lisa provided Maddy’s nod in generous fashion, ripping her head up and down before again SLAMMING it into the canvas and dismounting the increasingly disoriented Crane.
The Dream again pointed to her downed foe and shoved boots into her shoulder, showing her dominance more than inflicting damage. Finally, Lisa allowed Crane to reach all fours and tugged her up the rest of the way, inserting her foe’s head between the milky thighs of the Personification of Perfection.
Immediately, the entire house knew what’s to come and there were a few excited cheers in the house as Lisa gave the redhead a tippy-toe inducing wedgie. With plenty of derriere open for Lisa’s version of fine arts, The Dream shaped her hands into paddles.
Again she heard a growingly familiar throat clear and turned to Doctor Blassenville, the auburn-haired destroyer class psychiatrist shook her head disapprovingly.
“We discussed this Lisa,” she lectured. “The Symphony can wait until after the match if we have the time. To perfectly dispatch your opponents, you must focus on business not pleasure.”
The Dream didn’t have a chance to become crestfallen as a howl emerged from between her legs, Maddy wrapping her arms around the stems of her foe and straightening her frame, vaulting Lisa up and over in a Back Body Drop. But the crowd couldn’t celebrate Dream being dropped to her tailbone as Lisa landed on her feet behind Maddy. The brunette instantly reached over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around the Sultana’s neck then descended in a surprising set of splits.
SPLIT-LEGED NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B14LRMCvm-A
The added flourish to the Neckbreaker brought a sly grin to Lisa’s lips but it’s the meat of the move that sent Maddy whiplashing at impact then timbering to her side, Dream continuing to dominate despite the attempt to turn the tide from Mads. Lisa spun and climbED aboard Maddy in a straddle. Settling on her haunches, she placed one palm down on Crane’s chest for the…
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Maddy shoved a shoulder up and Lisa didn’t even turn to the sound of another throat clear. Instead, she hauled Maddy up with her as she rose and exchanged her grip of hair for a wrist. Lisa started to Irish Whip her foe to the far ropes, but Crane found the strength and sense to reverse.
It’s The Dreamy One sprinting to the cables and rebounding toward the wobbling redhead. Maddy tried to remove perfect head from perfect body with a Clothesline but Lisa ducked beneath. After another rebound, Lisa rushed and spun into the waiting Mads, looking for something dreamily spectacular with which to permanently clear Celia’s gullet.
Crane caught her on cue and lifted, but before Lisa could administer the perfect plan, Maddy genuflected and sendt Lisa’s crotch CRASHING down onto bended knee, the pain EXPLODING through Lisa’s privates. The Dream howled in anguish and flopped to her back, hands buried between thighs.
VAGBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjzcygYnyCA
Showing smile for the first time in a long while, Mads clambered to her feet and stamped around to Lisa’s north end. “Don’t worry about the burning sensation.” she intoned in her most clinical ‘I play a doctor on television’ voice. “I’m sure Celia and the White Witches have the perfect ointment somewhere in their bag of tricks.”
Dream cursed, rolled onto her belly and tried to rise only to present her skull to the redhead, who took it without hesitation. A hard squeeze made Lisa groan and earned Crane a few hard punches to the ribs, but a garden variety Front Facelock wasn’t going to put a former World Champion away, which was why Maddy rose onto her toes and dropped to one knee. TUNK! Lisa’s forehead struck Crane’s left knee hard enough to put a faint frown on Celia’s usually icy features. The expression grew far clearer over the next few seconds as the Princess of the Punchline rose up and repeated the brain-rattling tactic twice, thrice!
KNEELING FACEBUSTERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P42z1375qNU
Releasing once the trio was complete, Maddy stepped back and framed the picture of penitent perfection between the thumb and index fingers of both hands. “Something’s not quite right.” Mads muttered under her breath. The words were barely out of her mouth when inspiration struck, albeit not as hard as Crane would strike her adversary. Crossing the distance between them in a single bound, the Happy Anarchist filled her hands with Lisa’s locks, then sprang straight up and sat out on splayed legs to THAWHUNK the Dream’s forehead into the canvas courtesy a sawed-off Sit-Out Facebuster.
SAWED OFF SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=00LSSRBKM2Q
Perfectly shellacked by the persistent pounding. Lisa reared back on her knees and might’ve flopped over onto her back if Crane hadn’t grabbed hold of both shoulders and stretched her out flat again. In the same breath she twisted around to the brunette’s left side, laid claim to that wrist and forced it up between the Dream’s shoulderblades with a simple Hammerlock. Pushing up on the unpleasant hold, the Queen of the Facebusters almost spoke to Lisa before shifting focus to her fellow redhead.
“I’m not gonna pretend I know your end game, Doc.” she told Celia. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if YOU don’t know your end game. But I’ll tell one thing and I hope you take it to heart. If you care about this chick as anything beyond a set of analytics and test results, you’ll throw in the towel when she’s taken enough. Because we both know she’s too stupid to--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WANNADREAM!” Lisa snarled from her place on the canvas. “My medical team is under strict orders to ignore any opinions that conflict with my overall perfectNNNNGGHHH!”
Maddy pushed onto her toes and promptly dropped to one knee, just DRIVING the point of her right knee into the Dream’s exposed shoulder. Strange but true, Knee Drops are like potato chips, ya can’t have just one. Lisa discovered this the hard way when a strangely unsmiling Crane rose up and delivered no less than half a dozen shots in perhaps eight seconds. Resetting her footing after the last, Mads bore down on the brunette’s captured wrist, then tucked her head and floated over in a gorgeous somersault that ended with her balanced on tip toe.
BRIDGING HAMMERLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bh7b7b5ETBY
The increase in pressure must’ve been staggering because Lisa stuffed her free hand against the mat and pushed up on her tiptoes, the Ultimate Image’s perfect posterior thrust toward the rafters with nary a concern for what breed of slobbering reprobate might have a camera trained in her direction. “What do you say, Lisa, need me to call it?” Carpenter asked the question after the initial round of shrieking died down. “If you’re really worried about your arm, just say--”
“Of COURSE I’m worried about my arm, IDIOT!” Lisa bellowed. “But this pretender doesn’t have what it takes to eke a surrender from these perfect liPSSEERRRRRGGAAAAAAHHHHH BYTCH!”
Maddy rolled back to her previous position without relinquishing the Hammerlock and quickly sidled into a mount atop the leather-clad lovely’s lower back. “Little suggestion, Lis.” Mads huffed. “You should really dial back that ‘Maddy can’t hurt me’ talk when the woman in question is in complete control of your arm.” She emphasized the point by forcing Lisa’s fingertips that much closer to the nape of her neck.
“This… isn’t… pain… Wannadream!” Lisa grunted in the midst of bracing her free hand against the canvas. “This is boredom masquerading as irritatationNOOOOOHHHH!”
Halving her control on the Hammerlock just long enough to clamp down on Dream’s right arm, Maddy wrenched that perfect kickstand loose and swiftly pulled it backward across the plank of her right thigh. It wasn’t quite a Camel Clutch since there was no Chinlock involved, but the hold effectively glued the Dream in place while the redhead doubled down on the Hammerlock. “I’ll break it off, Lis. I swear to God I will.” Maddy said without a trace of humor. “Jenny and I don’t agree on much, but we’d LOVE to see you shunted off to the injured reserve for, well…. ever.”
Lisa shook her head ‘no’ both to negate the official’s inane queries of surrender and to dismiss the peon’s delusional aspirations. “Thuuuu…. that is exactly why I’ll deny you, Wannadream. Oxygen wasters like you and Jacobs deserve nothing less than a constant steam of disappointmentSOOOOOOWWWWWWW HAAAAAAAIR! REF, SHE’S IN MY HAAAAAAAAAAIIIIRRRR!”
That was a bit of an understatement. Maddy’d transferred the Hammerlock to her right hand so she could twine her left in Lisa’s dark mane and wrench her head back at a hateful angle. Lips brushing the other woman’s ear, the Smiling Knight whispered, “Beg. Beg for mercy, Lisa.”
The Dream actually scoffed, an impressive feat considering the ungodly angle of her left arm. Perfect pearlies clamped shut to prevent any more wails from passing her lips, Lisa squirmed her hips and rolled her right shoulder until she pulled that arm free of the encroaching redhead’s thigh. Rising as best she could with Crane still squatted on her back, the Personification of Perfection began to inch her way toward the ropes.
Give Celia credit, she offered her patient all the support she could, though it paled in comparison to the breadth and scope of the vitriol heaped on Lisa. Even so, the Dream was far more resilient than the FAWNatics gave her credit for and she didn’t stop crawling until she wrapped her left arm around the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” she shouted to Al. “Break the hold of disqualify her, I’m in the ROPESSSWWHHOOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Lisa had every right to demand freedom from Crane’s machinations, unfortunately the redhead was perfectly within her rights to relinquish the hold and draaaaaaaaaaaaagggg her burden to the center of the ring kicking and screaming. Still remarkably angry in spite of her current control, Mads flipped the brunette onto her back and delivered a receipt for the stomp to her tummy. Then she tacked on a whole helluva lot of interest by planting a foot on either side of Lisa’s head and dropping to her knees.
Reverse Face Sit, Maddy Crane to Lisa Dream.
Hands curled into slight claws, the redhead gripped her prey’s hips and pushed down, all the better to keep Lisa glued to the canvas. “Breathe it in, Lis.” Maddy snapped to the squirming, squealing battler. “You’ve had this coming for a LONG ti--” She would’ve said ‘time’ if Al Carpenter hadn’t swooped in alongside and slapped the mat…
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Lisa sank her nails into Maddy’s glutes and shoved her off with half a second to spare. Dream barreled for the bottom rope at once, the infuriated lovely heading unerringly toward the safe harbor of her Psychiatrist. Maddy watched her go and almost went after them both before deciding against it. Sure, she might be able to knock Celia off balance once or twice, but to fully engage the Crimson Cagliostro as well as Dreamophile Supreme? That was suicide.
“You’ve had something of a relapse,” Celia diagnosed, The Dream leaning against her physician for physical and psychological support. “It’s a step back but not something that cannot be overcome.”
Lisa shifted her leather casing below into a more comfortable position, wincing before getting it right.
”The key…” Blassenville continued, grabbing the chin of Lisa in her right palm and pulling the brunette’s head up so their eyes met. “The key is concentrating on her,” Doctor Blassenville motioned toward the redhead in the ring, “rather than concentrating on yourself. You can remove Crane from FAWN for months just as you did with Jacobs, but you must follow my prescription precisely.”
Lisa’s nose crinkled as if smelling spoiled milk, but she nodded. From the ring, comes the loud clearing of a throat.
“Ladies. Not all of us are getting paid by the hour, like the headshrinker.”
Crane invited Lisa back in with a gracious swing of her left arm.
Dream moved to the apron and lifted one shin onto the mat before halting.
“Keep her back,” The Dream demanded. “She and all these other Wannadreams would love nothing better to cast a flaw upon my perfection…and I won’t have it. You shouldn’t either,” she pointedly directed at Carpenter.
He turned and shooed Maddy to the opposite ropes. Lisa reentered slowly and carefully, shuffling to the left when she uncoiled through the cables. Crane quickly joined her in a sideways lap around the ring, the concentric circles closing until they met in a Collar & Elbow center stage.
The tussle for leverage went on until The Dream gained an advantage and managed to shove Maddy back a couple steps. Immediately, Crane lifted her right leg in a folded position, making much like her feathered namesake. Lisa shrugged and bolted forward with Clotheslining arm drawn. But the Personification of Perfection barely get two steps when the redhead exploded out of the position and delivered the perfect Crane Kick to Lisa’s chin, snapping the head of the brunette back roughly.
Lisa staggered but remained on her feet, dazed. So much so, Lisa didn’t seem to notice as Maddy swung alongside, facing in the same direction as her foe. Grabbing The Dream’s near arm, Maddy wrapped her near arm around the neck of the Dreamy One, ready to stroke out Lisa with a Reverse Russian Legsweep.
But before Maddy could deliver, Lisa blocked with a grapevining leg. She swept a punch to her foe’s jaw with her balled right fist then delivered a standard version of the sweep, sending Maddy’s spine and the back of her skull CRASHING into the canvas. Rolling through the attack, Lisa back-somersaulted to her feet while the redhead cradled her braincase, snarking, but this time under her breath.
Maddy scrambled to her boot soles, but as she did, The Dream was already racing to the cables. The flawless brunette rebounded and spun into an exceptional Spinning Heel Kick. She RIPPED Maddy off her feet and blasted her back to the canvas, lest anyone forget Lisa Dream really was one of the best FAWN, and a variety of other feds, had ever seen.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
With Crane spread-eagled and groaning, Dream barely came to a stop before heading to the opposite cables. This time she leapt onto the middle strand, grabbing the top. Springboarding, Lisa backflipped into a beautiful Dreamysault that saw her drop in a perfect, breathtaking Crossbody Splash of the Jester from Red Hook.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
A bug-eyed Maddy jackknifed around the flawless avalanche of ivory-skinned and leather-clad dreaminess before settling flat. Lisa hooked the far leg and rolled Crane into a tight cradle for the...
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The loudmouth released a shout of effort as she pushed out of the ball with a split second to spare. Showing her determination, she pushed up nearly as fast as The Dream could manage but only got a wicked kick to the crotch for her trouble. Lisa made sure there would be no snark emanating from the gaping maw of the frozen and suddenly fragile Crane.
Turning, Lisa again kept her concentration focused on dishing out punishment. She pivoted, hit the ropes, and raced to the stooped and gasping redhead. The crowd sensed what’s afoot but Maddy could only see the canvas beneath her as Lisa closed and swung a looping right arm that CRASHED across the back of Crane’s neck. The Dreamsicle sent Maddy to the canvas in emphatic fashion, the crowd ‘oooohing’ at the sight of Lisa’s signature gamechanger.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
Lisa ended up kneeling next to her flaccid and motionless foe. The Dreamy One, instead of diving atop Crane, ran both sets of fingers through her immaculate chocolate-hued locks and turned her attention to the Wannadreams.
“That is why I’m a legend and,” The Dream motioned toward Maddy, “and she is whatever she is.”
“Cover, Miss Dream,” Doctor Blassenville implored, seeing Lisa’s attentiveness to finishing the job flee her for an important few seconds.
Lisa snorted, knowing she had all day. She shoved Maddy to her back and dropped atop her, not bothering to hook a leg this time as it was most certainly a...
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Celia and Lisa shook their heads for completely different reasons, but for the brunette, frustration quickly faded. She sank her ruby-tipped nails into Maddy’s auburn locks and yanked her foe up as she rose, making sure the daffy deadweight was shoulder to shoulder with her, both grapplers facing in the same direction.
The Dream flung the limp left limb of Maddy’s over her shoulders and started to wrap her right arm under and around the throat of the dazed and dilapidated derelict. The FAWNatics groan as it’s apparent Maddy’s plan for revenge was about to go up in the flames of Lisa’s Daydreamer.
But before Lisa could lift her near leg and swung it like a pendulum to rip Crane off her feet and provide the redhead a growing losing streak, The Sultana of Slapstick broke free of the perfect setup, braced both hands on Lisa’s hips and sent her rushing to the nearby corner.
The Dream SLAMMED into the buckles chest-fist and was quickly sandwiched by a splashing Maddy. Crane grabbed a wobbly Lisa by a shoulder and spun her out of the corner, the brunette staggering a few steps before halting.
As Lisa tried to regain her bearings, Maddy vaulted to the middle ropes in the corner. Turning, she’s ready to introduce Lisa to a sphincter-clenching Snark Attack. But as Crane launched to deliver the Ass Punch to the Ultimate Image, Lisa turned to face her foe and the forceful, ham-handed attack THUMPED into her kitty instead.
SNARK ATTACK SUPREME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzQSeKycYDY
The crowd groaned in something approaching sympathy before Orlando’s unwashed remembered its Dream and quickly turned to cheering. Lisa’s flawless face was deformed by the agony shooting through her body. Pigeon-toed and frozen, she could do little as Maddy raced to the opposite corner, climbing up to deliver the bookend to the beleaguered brunette’s behind.
“MOVE Lisa.” there was the slightest bit of concern tingeing the steel of Blassenville’s voice as she urged her charge to action. “Get out of the way before she--”
PWAAAK! Crane’s hard little fist skewered Lisa’s left glute but didn’t knock her off her feet, at least not immediately. Rather she rose onto tiptoes then slowly crumpled to her knees, where both hands rubbed at her perfect, albeit pounding, posterior. Presented with the glorious gift of Dream’s back, the Princess of the Punchline eschewed her usual theatrics in favor of something as simple as it was effective. Hands on Lisa’s shoulders, she pulled the stunned battler down onto her aching backside and threaded her legs around the Dream’s waist. In the same instant she curled her right arm around Lisa’s throat and gripped her own left bicep for extra leverage. With the Personification of Perfection’s chin wedged in the crook of her elbow, Crane angled her left arm behind Lisa’s head and stretched out on her back while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeezing down on the Bodyscissors.
Face flushing as soon as the Rear Naked Choke bit into her neck, Lisa sank her fingers into the redhead’s arm and twisted her hips to one side in hopes of getting to all fours. Nothing doing, Crane adjusted her Scissors so she wasn’t actually squeezing but rather spreading the former champ’s legs in an almost Grapevine. “Tap out, big mouth.” Maddy growled it in Lisa’s ear even as the other woman clawed furrows in her forearm. “Tap the mat or I’ll put you to sleep.”
Lisa coughed, a reaction that had nothing to do with the oxygen deprivation. Had this Wannadream actually called HER big mouth?
“Yuuuhhhhhh…. you’re delusional.” the Ultimate Image coughed. “I’ll never submit to--”
“Oxygen is at a premium at the moment, Lisa!” Celia snapped from the far side of the ring. “Don’t’ waste it talking to her, extricate yourself from this trap!”
Maddy tightened the noose of her bicep a little more and actually nodded at Blassenville’s orders. “That chick is f*cking crazy, you know that, right, Lis? Crazier than you and the Nurses by a looooooooong shot. But right now she’s actually talking sense. Not that you’ve got any chance of breaking this OOOOWWWWWWHHH DAAAAAAMMMMIT!”
Dream couldn’t actually break the Choke, she could however force the redhead’s arm up the tiniest bit and that was all she needed to sink her teeth into Crane’s forearm. Unwilling to let Lisa loose without a little more suffering, Mads pulled her left arm free, reached down south and actually wormed her fingers under the waistband of Lisa’s tiny togs. Dream’s eyes went from slotted in fury to wide with shock as the disgusting retch actually had the temerity to slip a talon into her sanctum sanctorum. “I don’t have a microphone at the moment.” Maddy’s voice was hot and stormy in Lisa’s ear, “but I swear to God I will make you scream for the whole world if you don’t stop chewing on EERRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Finally regaining control of her faculties, Lisa reached back with both hands and RAAAAAAAAKED the redhead’s eyes as hard as she could. It drew an immediate warning from Carpenter but Lisa didn’t care, she was too focused on wrenching herself free of her opponent’s clutches. Barely able to believe the audacity of this piece of trash, Dream scrambled to boot leather only to drop to her knees and grab a double handful of Maddy’s hair.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Lisa roared in between bouncing Crane’s forehead off the canvas. “DON’T YOU EVER (THUNK!) EVER (THUNK!) STICK YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE MITTS (THUNK!) BENEATH MY TRUNKS (THUNK!) AGAIN! (THUNK!) DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, WANNADREAM?”
Three more skull-jarring THUNKS followed and there might’ve been more if Blassenville hadn’t whistled for her attention. When Lisa looked up, the good doctor said, “A disqualification only lends her another shred of credibility, Lisa. She doesn’t deserve that sort of gift from one as perfect as you, so stand her up and finish her off the right way.”
The Dream swallowed a grapefruit sized lump in her throat. “She was INSIDE me, Celia.”
“And you will punish her accordingly. AFTER the bell.”
Biting off a retort that did no one any good, Lisa lifted Maddy’s noggin off the mat and THUNKED it one more time before she stood up and forced the glassy-eyed redhead to do the same. Positioned in the center of the squared circle, the Personification of Perfection stepped back, lined up her shot, then CRAAACKED Maddy with a Bytch Slap so stiff it split her bottom lip. It also knocked her for a loop that might’ve ultimately let her stagger to safety if Lisa hadn’t grabbed her by the shoulders. “Jacobs got off lucky, by comparison.” Dream said softly. “Hell, even Sanders is gonna watch this footage and squeak ‘at least that’s not me!’. You, Madeline Crane, your in-ring career is about to end, but your run as the new standard bearer for humiliation and degradation is just beginning. Enjoy your newfound fame, Wannadream.”
Hands still in place, Lisa crouched and leapt into a seat atop her rival’s shoulders. The crowd was still drawing a breath to warn their favorite jokester about the impending Dream Driver when Mads got both hands against Lisa’s tush and shoved up with everything she had. Ankles not yet locked, Dream was boosted off her perch only to find herself in a new one when she landed across Maddy’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Shocked by the sudden turn of events, the Ultimate Image didn’t even get to voice a plea before Crane tossed her up n’ out and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Lisa down flat on her face.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocQoJluYgjU
Bounced to her knees by the Fireman’s Carry Facebuster, Lisa mustered nothing in the way of defense as Crane slapped on a Front Facelock and hauled her to boot leather. Quiet for the first time in a long time, Maddy tossed Lisa’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of leather waistband all while Dream was still trying to blink the stars from her eyes. Alas, she was still off wandering the Facebuster Cosmos when Crane powered her all the way to one o’clock, peeled off a tight little spiral and laid out on her tummy to PLANT the brunette facedown on the thinly-sheathed plywood. Maddy rolled Lisa over and pounced across her chest in a snug cover, the Happy Anarchist hooking both of Dream’s legs in a tight bundle while Carpenter and several thousand FAWNatics tolled…
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Lisa wriggled loose and slopped onto her tummy, thus crushing the dreams of a whole arena even when only partially aware. “VERY GOOD, LISA!” Blassenville sounded calm, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Follow my voice now, you need to--”
Celia shut up when the notoriously talkative Maddy helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled her patient up without saying a word. Gripping Lisa by the armpits, Crane muscled her off the mat and drew her in close enough to slip Dream’s legs around her midsection. From there she stuffed the brunette’s noggin under one arm and threaded her own arms under Lisa’s biceps for a Double Underhook. “Not your fault, doc.” Maddy finally told Celia once her hooks were set. “Some patients are beyond help.” With that Crane popped up, tossed Lisa out in front and jerked up on her left arm, a jolt that sent the leather-clad battler into a twirling cyclone. Sitting out along with her corkscrewing nemesis, Maddy was grinning from ear to ear when Lisa THAWHAMMED into the canvas.
PLAN M FROM OUTER SPACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVLq6VedHco
Reduced to a placid puddle of perfection by Plan M From Outer Space, Lisa offered no resistance when Maddy rolled her over with a Half Nelson, then swung a leg across and settled down warm and snug on her nose. “I should give you some old school FAWN.” the redhead murmured as Al dove into position. “BUTT I think this speaks for itself.” Arching her back ever so slightly, Mads put one index finger to her lips and raised the other to the rafters so she could better count the…
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The crowd exploded and Crane wanted to thank them, but she didn’t move, not even when the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MADDY CRANE!”
Mads raised the double biceps, kissed each one, then waggled her hips. “That’s right, Dreamy. They’re cheering my name. I know you can’t hear it, what with my ass on your face and all, but--” a flicker of movement caught her eye and she racked focus to Celia Blassenville. “Don’t even think about it, doc. If I even think the Sisters are heading this way I’ll make sure Lisa Cushion over here needs their full attention by the time they arrive.”
Celia pondered the threat for a moment. “And if I were to leave my patient in your care, albeit it temporarily?”
“Then I’m sure you’d have something interesting to discuss in your next session. And it’ll be a lot easier on you because Lisa’s jaw won’t be wired shut.”
Blassenville sighed and tipped a dismissive hand. “Enjoy the fruits of your victory, Ms. Crane. Just don’t grow accustomed to the taste.” She turned around and strode up the aisle, leaving Maddy to enjoy several more seconds of cheek to cheek time with her beaten rival.
“There, I think that’s enough for a calendar, don’t you?” Crane smacked Lisa’s tummy, got to her feet and went straight for the ropes facing the hard camera. Mounting the first and second strands with an ease that belied her exhaustion, Mads looked out into the crowd and delivered this message. “WHAT YOU JUST SAW WASN’T A PUNCHLINE, IT WAS A WARNING! 2016 IS THE YEAR THAT EVERYONE FINDS OUT THIS JOKESTER IS A HELLUVA LOT MORE SERIOUS THAN YOU EVER REALIZED. 2016 IS THE YEAR THE DOUBTERS STOP LAUGHING. 2016 IS THE YEAR I PUT GOLD AROUND MY WAIST!”