Post by hawkeye on Apr 9, 2019 0:29:55 GMT
The crowd sits on the edge of their seats, ready to have another battle commence. They’re brought to attention By Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension, a haunting tableau that has the FAWNatics curious for who the newcomer might be.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA )
The assembled are dumbfounded to silence when one of the most familiar figures in the history of FAWN and other federations appears. But while the face and frame are known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks, and the half-dozen, red ‘tear streaks’ leading from the lower lid of Lisa’s eyes to mid-cheek are stirring and frightening at once.
LISA DREAM
Last seen losing to Olivia Dare then leaving her former friend, manager and psycho ward savior Sierra Mist a ravaged shell in her post-match fury, it seems the psychic break caused by the failure and Sierra’s contribution to it have not left The Dream in a particularly safe or sane place.
Confusion reigns within the audience so there is little in the way of cheers or boos, just startled silence and wariness as this incarnation seems ready to jump into the stands and bite ears off, Lisa heading directly down the ramp, her head on a swivel.
She turns from one side to the other, a murderous glint in her eyes. One man dares to speak toward The Dream and she rushes the barricade, tying to tear at him until some late arriving FAWN security pull her away and guide her back in the direction of the ring.
She shakes off the grip of the six and a half-footers, freeing her biceps as Dream reach the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbs the steps and enters. She throws herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling jibberish.
The Dream’s attire is a skin-tight sheath of cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low and showing plenty of her alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the arterial red of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reach to ivory boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finish the wardrobe.
The solitary Dream clenches her fists as she stares into the rafters, the crowd murmuring with excitement and uncertainty.
Lisa kips to her feet and looks far and wide throughout the arena, seemingly seeking out her victim. There is no customary microphone in her clutches tonight, and it seems no significant loss, as it’s unclear she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
She moves to the corner nearest the entrance from which she’d just appeared as her music fades, hands in a white-knuckle grip on the top rope, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The ring announcer declares the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“The next match will be one fall with a 20-minute time limit. First. From New York, New York; standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at 118 pounds, the Perfect Psycho…Lisa Dream!”
The Ultimate Image SLAMS her forehead into the top buckle a half dozen times before mounting the middle ropes on either side and screaming incoherently toward the upper stage, apparently demanding her foe enter The Dream’s ward immediately.
When Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine billows over the crowd, there’s a collective and figurative nod among the assembled, the crowd well aware FAWN’s resident naughty nursing staff would be among the few to know how to deal with The Dream in such a state.
@ 00:35 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg )
Both Sisters of Mercy move to the middle of the stage, each snapping elbow-length, latex gloves in place.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
The brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride down the aisle, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers, one with an extra-large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket for you know who, show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of nurse’s uniforms, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear the previously noted elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses.
The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for some of the nasty procedures at least one hopes to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“And her opponent…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…accompanied to the ring by Nurse Kristin…standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at 128 pounds, Sister of Mercy…Deborah Hurt!"
Both medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring. The FAWNatics jeer at the nurses but not wholeheartedly, perhaps knowing it might be best in the long run if they drag Lisa, particularly this Lisa, back to her padded cell.
Some in the front row cough loudly in hopes they’ll be checked by the raucous RNs, but there’s no such luck as each strides up the steps, the women dipping in together. The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post of Deborah’s corner, the nurses move to the middle with Manners lifting a microphone. As Lisa pulls violently at her own locks, babbling, Kristin forgoes any speech she might’ve had in mind, both Sisters retreating to their corner, Nurse Manners quickly slipping through the ropes and dropping to the floor. Feeling comfortable enough to speak with the space between them expanded, Kristin draws the stick to her lips.
“Lisa. We are here to take you back to the protective care of Dr. Blassenville. That half-wit Mist was not fully licensed nor even had her PhD. We and Celia know what you need. And if that means beating the truth and your faculties into you, you know very well, we will.”
Lisa lets loose with a blood-curdling scream and races toward Nurse Hurt, the health care professional still within easy range to maim.
Realizing he has but a split-second to make the fight legal before the battle is raging, Nick Castle calls for the bell just as Lisa tears into the turtling Hurst, Deborah covering up in her corner, demanding Nick intercede when she slips a leg through the ropes.
Castle doesn’t seem all that keen in getting in front of the raving Lisa Lunatic so he circles her waist from behind with his arms, lacing his fingers to create a ‘belt buckle’ and pulls The Dream out from behind.
The Luscious One barely has time to be furious with the official before Deborah reaches forward and scrapes her nails across the eyes of her former patient, blinding the demented Dream.
Newly instilled ferocity or no, a sweeping rake of the eyes has Lisa staggering away from Castle and Nurse Deborah, in pain. She curses the nurses, threatening to send each of them to the ER of Orlando General. But it’s Hurt stalking the blinded Dream.
Deborah snatches Lisa’s left arm from behind and folds it in a tight hammerlock, pressing The Dream’s wing to her back. Pushing her uniform-clad body close to her former and perhaps future patient, the Sister keeps the chickenwing in place while having both arms free to maneuver Lisa to her right side and lift her off the canvas. Deborah vaults the Ultimate Image off her boot leather and side suplexes the icon onto her folded limb with a vicious backdrop suplex.
The landing rattles the ring. Lisa pulls the arm out from beneath her and cradles it tight, wincing, her watery peepers blinking furiously to bring back her focus.
“As always,” Deborah informs, sinking a set of nails into the multihued mane of the seated Dream then landing a kick to The Dream’s spine. “You never live up to the idea of you, Lisa.”
The unhealthy care professional shoves Lisa to her chest, kneeling next to her left side. She rolls to a seated position on the brunette’s right, legs draped atop her foe, bringing Lisa’s injured left wing. She draws the captured limb with her, wrenching it toward her, working Lisa with a Fujiwara Armbar that has the frantic Dream groaning in pain, shoulder socket tested to the limit by the expert in anatomy.
Fujiwara Armbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6VHHbfSDxw )
At least some of the crowd, having grown up with Lisa Classic chant for The Dream to tap. She growls at Castle and refuses, shaking her head violently.
“If I snap this limb of yours,” Deborah grunts, real tears will track over those red paths already on your face.”
Growling with effort, Lisa slips her right arm beneath her and rolls toward Hurt’s grip, ending in a quickly assembled small package of the naughty nurse, picking up a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Deborah releases her grip on The Dream’s wrist and scrambles out from under the mentally unhinged psychopath.
Hurt hustles to vertical and again latches onto the left wrist, drawing it between the Dream’s thighs. Nurse Deborah wraps her free arm around the back of Lisa’s neck, ready to send the revenge-minded lunatic into an explosion.
Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLZ0rJsiJo )
But before the deranged Dream can be sent for the ride, she cracks elbow after elbow into the back of the Sister’s skull until Hurt is dissuaded from her plan. She releases her grips on The Dream, stumbling away, head wobbling and dark eyes spinning.
Freed and eyes in working order, Lisa sprints to the ropes and barrels through a u-turn. She throws her body into a vicious chop block of the nurse’s left knee, dropping Deborah to the bony joint.
Stepping in front of the lowered nurse, Lisa spins into a heel kick, NAILING Deborah square between the eyes, Hurt wheeling from the impact and ending in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
“THAT…WAS…PER…FECT” the FAWNatics begin to chant.
But instead of being pleased by the support, the words only seem to enrage the legendary grappler. Lisa tugs at her strands, pulling a few out and tossing them in the air. She reacquires her target when Nurse Deborah rolls to her chest and pushes wearily to all fours.
Dropping to her knees beside the Sister of Mercy, Lisa fashions her right hand into a set of stilettoes and sinks them in an underhand grip into the red spandex peeking from beneath the white latex of Deborah’s uniform. The ruby-tipped talons press deep into the space age polymer thinly sheathing her foe’s kitty and Lisa’s fingers clench tightly, drawing a pained yip from the unhealthy care professional.
The slender but sinewy frame of the nurse seems frozen by the claw, her jaw dropping open, dark eyes welling.
Not satisfied with making the extremely personal acquaintance of her former nurse and jailer, Lisa adds some clenched fist pounding of Deborah’s spinal column with her opposite hand, using the meaty heel end of her tightly held fingers to blast away while she continues to try and punch holes through Hurt’s lycra.
As Nurse Deborah’s back bows under the battering, lifting her undercarriage higher, for easier access, Lisa digs her digits in deeper, forcing a howl from Hurt. Nurse Kristin hops to the apron and pushes the plunger on her huge needle, spraying some type of clear liquid in Lisa’s direction.
The Dream has an adverse reaction to the mock drug delivery, immediately releasing the anguish-ridden nurse to leap to her feet and rush Manners. Kristin drops to the floor but not before losing her needle in the panic.
A grinning Lisa plucks it off the canvas and backpedals to Nurse Deborah, winking at her fellow Sister of Mercy.
Lisa shouts some jibberish at Manners, spit flying every few “words”. She lowers to her knees next to Hurt and points the needle at Deborah’s undercarriage, nodding maliciously.
Thankfully for the naughty Nightingale, Castle swoops in and snatches the instrument before the crowd can find out what part of Hurt’s body is about to be inoculated.
Lisa chases after Nick, trying to regain the device until he drops it to a FAWN flunky holding a towel, the attendant wrapping up the needle and plunger and scurrying away. The Dream backs Castle into a corner, chesting against the man, hyperventilating, her breath washing over the man’s frightened face. The Ultimate Image whacks her own flawless features with a whip-like open hand and turns away from the referee, raining her eyes on the risen but wobbly Nurse Deborah.
Lisa takes off like she’s shot from the perfect cannon, racing at Deborah from behind. Kristin shouts at her fellow Sister to alert her of the incoming, but it only serves to turn Nurse Hurt into the line of fire, Dream gutting the nurse with a spear that folds Deborah in half around the impaling joint, Lisa then DRIVING Hurt into the canvas with the finishing touch of her tackle.
But instead of going for the pin, the lathered Lisa rolls the splayed Deborah to her chest and clears the white latex skirt portion of Deborah’s attire clear of her cheeks, leaving them wide open to be played like a pair of butt bongos. She snatches the red spandex beneath and HAULS a handful as far toward Hurt’s waist as she can manage, creating a nightmarish wedgie, clearing bare buttocks for the perfect pitch.
Lisa flattens her palms into paddles and instantly wails away on Deborah’s derriere, making sweet music with a modified, horizontal version of her Bittersweet Symphony, the crisp clapping notes just as sweet to the delighted FAWNatics.
Nurse Deborah yips and yelps as the stinging slaps multiply, Hurt’s buttocks moving toward the hue of her spandex. As her body flinches with another stanza of the Symphony complete, The Dream, her hands starting to suffer in their own right, relents. She blows on her hands with a snarling grin, ‘cooling’ them off.
Lisa moves to a forward straddle of the face down Sister, folding Deborah’s legs at the knees and trapping them under her seat. The Personification of Perfection lifts Hurt’s left side, slipping her torso beneath and capturing Deborah in a crossface, securing the lithe unhealthy care professional in the Dreamy Stretch.
Dreamy Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A )
A growling Lisa wrenches violently at the captured Deborah, not bothering to ask if the woman who helped put her in a rubber room wants to quit. It would be up to the referee to do that, as it appears preferable to the Ultimate Image to torture Deborah for hours on end.
Nick slides in front of Hurt and asks if she wants to capitulate. A shout from Kristin on the outside is a ‘no’ vote but it hardly matters. Castle continues to ask until a whimpering negative comes from Manners’ fellow Sister of Mercy.
Patience not being a virtue this incarnation of The Dream possesses, Lisa removes her crossface, sinking her ruby-tipped digits into the long, lush brunette locks of her foe and SLAMMING Deborah’s face into the canvas.
Lisa releases Hurt’s legs as she rises and boots the nurse in the ribs, rolling the women in white toward the center of the ring while she giggles disturbingly at Nurse Kristin.
With a member of Dr. Blassenville’s nursing staff situated on her back, several strides from the ropes, Lisa rushes the rubber-coated steel strands, leaping toward the middle cable to springboard in a backflip and CRUSH Deborah’s open midriff with a Dreamysault.
Dreamysault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
But as her boot soles head for the strand, Manners pushes the middle rope inward and Lisa’s shoe leather find nothing but air. The Dream flies out of the ring over the middle cable, dropping all the way to the floor where she lands awkwardly.
As the Luscious One rises, she’s met with a perfectly-timed toe kick from Nurse Kristin, doubling Dream up at the waist. With Lisa stationary, Manners dips and collects Dream’s right leg behind the knee. With scientific precision she rolls into a dragon screw that buggywhips the brunette in red leather through an airborne spin that CLANKS her against the steel barricade.
Dragon Screw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4 )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy from the devastating connection of flesh and bone to metal and watch with concern as a quelled Lisa lies at the base of the barrier, unmoving.
Castle scolds the naughty nurse, but Manners only response is to shrug and claim that her former mental patient had lost all leave of her senses, coming out to attack her.
Kristin peels the dazed Dream off the deck and walks Lisa back in a punchdrunken stagger to the apron’s edge.
“My job is always to assist the infirmed,” Nurse Kristin assures. “And this psycho bytch is all about being sent back to the nut house…I mean…wellness center.”
Manners throws Lisa into the squared circle under the bottom rope, the pale carcass of The Dream rolling to a stop mere inches from a grimacing Nurse Deborah, Hurt still rubbing at her neck, but ignoring the aches and pains long enough to pull a sedated Dream to rubbery legs.
Hurt gives Lisa an echoing open hand across the face, spinning The Dream away in a staggering 180. But Deborah grabs the left wrist of the leather clad grappler before she can wander and turns Lisa to face her. Using Lisa’s possessed left arm as a handle, Deborah surges forward, drawing the limb across her foe’s throat then using it to deck the beleaguered Dream with her Nightingale Cutter.
Nightingale Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nXhkhESUog )
With Lisa splattered across the deck, the Sister of Mercy dives across her former patient in a back press, hooking Dream’s far leg for good measure, pulling Lisa’s knee toward her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dream lives, Lisa’s body shuddering, forcing a shoulder off the canvas with a tick to spare.
Nurse Deborah, on her haunches next to Dream, sends an accusing glance at Castle, but Lisa’s push to an unsteady hands and knees regains her attention. The woman in white latches onto her foe’s left wrist and tugs the dazed Dream to her feet. Spinning away from Lisa, she lifts The Dream’s left arm over her shoulder then BANGS it down with an armbreaker. The master of anatomy repeats the process two, three, four times before spinning to boot Lisa in the chest.
Shoulder Armbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvYmBWAj90Q )
A wincing but snarling Dream drops to her knees from the force of the blow. Hurt doesn’t seem to enjoy the defiant attitude if not defiant position of Lisa. She delivers a pointed knee to Lisa’s chin, snapping the head and torso of the brunette to the canvas, Lisa’ thighs folding atop her calves.
Hurt drops in a senton across the stunned Dream, not only crashing down on her foe’s ivory abs but also testing the elasticity of the folded stems. As she rolls off her foe, the Ultimate Image manages to painfully unfold her legs and roll to her chest. But Deborah uses the move as an opportunity, dropping a knee across Lisa’s already wounded left wing. With the aching brunette trapped by that arm, Hurt lives up to her name, reaching across Lisa’s body to snatch her former patient’s right arm. She yanks that limb toward her, demanding Lisa provide consent for both the end of the match and voluntary confinement in Orlando General’s psych ward.
Hammerlock Arm Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvYmBWAj90Q )
Nick asks only about the former and Lisa shouts a definitive ‘NO’ that turns to a yelp of pain when Deborah pulls further, threatening to remove Lisa’s right arm from its socket.
When the naughty nurse doesn’t get an affirmative, she SLAMS The Dream’s limb to the deck from the direction it came and rises to her feet, pulling her latex gloves tight and directing a stomp to the base of The Dream’s spine. Lisa arches in agony, the grunts growing when the unhealthy care professional grinds her boot into her foe’s vertebrae.
“Dr. Blassenville already has your paperwork put together. Nurse Kristin has it outside. It’s a shame you won’t be able to enjoy your last night on the outside.”
Deborah removes her boot and ‘helps’ Lisa to her feet. She dips and scoops The Dream off her feet and onto her right shoulder. But instead of simply slamming Lisa back to the canvas, Nurse Deborah drops to one knee and DRIVES Lisa’s already battered left arm into the plank of her femur before letting The Dream drop to the canvas.
Shoulderbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F2E_n6qqUE )
Lisa clutches her arm close from the pain of the continued attack on her arm. The defiant snarl of bloodlust remains, but it’s mixed with the anguish the nurse is professionally providing.
The Dream knee-walks to a corner as Hurt watches with apparent fascination at her former and future patient’s ability to maintain mobility.
“You are an interesting case study,” Deborah murmurs as she strides to the risen Dream. “It will be interesting to see how much chlorpromazine it takes to put you on the road to good healthUHHH.”
Her right leg in good working order, Lisa ignores the painful pulsating from her arm to gut the arriving Hurt with a toe kick to the tummy. With Deborah doubled, Lisa climbs to the middle ropes and leaps. The Personification of Perfection flips over the back of the bent nurse. She rips Deborah off her feet on the way down and ends on her cheeks, Hurt stacked between her legs. The Sister of Mercy bicycle kicks through…
ONE…
TWO…
…before managing to back somersault out of the pinning predicament.
The woman in white scrambles to her feet, but the Ultimate Image is there first and punts Nurse Deborah in the privates. The groan is deep as Deborah’s body freezes on tiptoes, dark eyes bulging, mouth agape, hands buried between her thighs.
From the outside, Nurse Kristin demands a disqualification. She brandishes the straightjacket she’d brought to the ring.
Lisa turns to Manners, tugging at her own dark, red-streaked, shoulder-length locks.
“IN!” she screams.
It’s the first intelligible word of the night from Dream and it has Kristin backing to the steel barricade, lowering the straightjacket and placing it carefully on the floor next to her.
Turning her attention back to a waddling Deborah, Lisa snatches her foe by the scruff of the neck and walks her to a set of ropes where The Dream drapes the nurse’s throat over the top cable. Leaning in from behind, she starts to choke the life from the Sister of Mercy, Hurt’s face growing rosier by the second.
Castle starts his count after his warnings go unheeded but at least one test of Lisa’s sanity is passed when she relents at ‘FOUR’, her innumerable years of doing precisely that so imprinted on her brain she can even in her current state.
The Luscious One pulls the gagging Hurt away from the cables and tosses her to the deck, Deborah ending in a starfish several feet from the apron’s edge. With Hurt’s head pointed toward her, Lisa heads for the ropes to her left, rebounds through a u-turn, skips over the nurse’s frame and hops into the opposite strands, landing on the middle while grabbing the top. She backflips into a Dreamysault, BLASTING the taut abdomen of the Sister.
Dreamysault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
A breathless Deborah jackknifes under the Ultimate Image before melting to vertical. The Dream remaining tight in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sliding partially in under the bottom rope, Nurse Kristin grabs an ankle and TUGS Lisa off her partner and out of the ring’s confines altogether. The startled Lisa lands on her feet, but in the time it takes to spin and face Manners, Nurse Kristin has a clothesline on the way and she LEVELS Lisa to the thinly padded floor.
The FAWNatics verbalize their displeasure emphatically and Castle follows suit. He demands Nurse Kristin return Dream immediately. But not having indicated in what condition, Manners decides to take some liberties.
The unhealthy care provider snatches her straightjacket from the floor and lurks as a dazed Dream rises to a wobbly vertical. Before Lisa can clear her head, Kristin sweeps the garment in front of the Ultimate Image, professionally slipping Lisa’s arms up the sleeves of the restraining garment.
But before Kristin can grab hold of the straps to tie her limbs down and throw her back in the ring, The Dream sends a blind mule kick behind her and splits her foe’s wickets, RAMMING her heel into Kristin’s crotch. The crowd erupts with a loud ‘OOOOOH’ and watches in worried silence as a frothing Lisa turns on the immobilized nurse.
Instead of immediately freeing herself completely, The Dream uses her former wardrobe, swinging her arms to use the straps as whips against the arms and legs of Nurse Kristin, Manners balling up as much a she’s able, welts starting to accumulate as Lisa whips away on Dr. Blassenville’s senior staff.
With Nick’s count accumulating, the brunette rolls in and out of the ring in front of a frustrated Castle. But with Kristin having initiated the recent troubles outside, he isn’t about to DQ The Dream.
Lisa shrugs off the straightjacket, grabs Kristin’s mane, pulling her head back and SLAMS it into the apron, then does the same with her noggin into the top ring step. A semi-conscious Manners pools at Lisa’s feet, Dream adding a kick to the spine as a goodbye gift.
From behind, a recovered Deborah turns Lisa’s world dark as she drops the discarded straightjacket over The Dream’s head. Lisa’s hands quest for targets but before she can find one, it’s Hurt’s turn to slam skull to apron, Nurse Deborah banging the covered cranium of Dream into the deck three times before stuffing her foe’s flaccid frame on the mat and tolling her under the ropes.
Deborah joins the dazed Dream, on her feet quickly and shooting a low superkick into the still jacket-wrapped jaw of the former patient of the Sisters and the femme fatale physician.
Hurt rips the heavy cloth apparel off and tosses it aside, showing the spreadeagled, semiconscious Ultimate Image, the wildness of ‘Red Lisa’ suppressed for the moment.
As The Dream absently rolls to her chest, Deborah dives atop her foe. Perpendicular across Lisa’s shoulderblades, Hurt scissors Dream’s near arm and corrals the far arm under her own. Moving to a seated position, the anatomy expert locks both of Lisa’s upper limbs in a modified Rings of Saturn. The crowd is tensed for The Dream’s capitulation while Deborah demands her former patient accept the inevitable incarceration in Orlando General.
Modified Rings of Saturn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLeOuu958kg )
Castle gets down in the face of a very much revived Dream, Lisa screaming in pain and anger at the precise and potent maneuver.
“Tell me,” Nick shouts over the yelping Dream.
The Ultimate Image shakes her head fiercely. But it’s not the only movement. Rotating her body slightly while in the agonizing grip, Lisa’s able to drape an ankle over the bottom rope and the eagle-eyed Castle calls for the break.
Nurse Deborah shouts in frustration and gives up her grip at ‘FOUR’. Rising, she delivers a stomp to Lisa’s spine then sweeps her long dark locks over a shoulder, apparently at a loss as to how to make a madwoman surrender.
As a shellshocked Manners struggles to use the steel steps to slowly climb, her partner in unhealthy care delivery rips the aching Lisa to her feet, no amount of revenge thirst preventing her former captor from putting away the legend.
Nurse Deborah tugs Dream into a pair of underhooks, Hurt ready to prescribe her Defib Driver. She launches Lisa heavenward, The Dream’s boot soles pointed to the rafters.
Defib Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyVOLewjyoY )
But one doesn’t remain there. The Ultimate Image SLAMS her right sole down into the crown of Deborah’s skull a half-dozen times until the shaken Hurt lowers Lisa from the direction she’d come.
On the canvas, Lisa breaks free of the hooks, the Luscious One capturing Deborah’s noggin in a front facelock. She kicks her legs out behind her, then sweeps them forward, dropping to her backside, and SPIKING Deborah’s skull into the deck with a DDT.
Spike DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMUdowhdAV0 )
Both women lie splayed on the canvas next to each other. Nurse Kristen on the outside is also in a terrible state of disrepair.
Dueling chants of ‘Let’s go nurses’ and ‘Let’s go Dream’ erupt in the audience and it’s the Personification of Perfection who responds, the snarling brunette emerging from her stupor a tick or two before Hurt. It’s a race to vertical she wins and ‘Red Lisa’ makes the naughty nurse pay an awful price.
Approaching Deborah from behind, Lisa shows off some of her more rare acrobatic prowess, leaping with legs extended. The stems clamp tight on Hurt’s temples for a split-second. Long enough for The Dream to throw her frame backwards, flipping to the deck and RIPPING Hurt off her feet, the top of nurse’s cranium impaled into the deck with the wicked Dream Driver.
Dream Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUTVHTj979o )
The FAWNatics groan reflexively at the sight of the brutal reverse Frankensteiner. Deborah is splayed in an unconscious starfish before Lisa can fully regain her bearings. When she does, she crawls to the waylaid nurse and plops her body atop Hurt in a domineering full body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Some of the crowd rise to their feet in appreciation of the legend getting her revenge. Unfortunately for Lisa, one of them is Nurse Kristin, too late in recovery to save her Sister, but ready for retaliation.
Not nearly at full capacity, Manners enters and charges a rising Lisa from the side. The Dream catches the flash of white out of the corner of her eye and STUFFS a nasty side kick into Kristin’s gut. Slowed, the nurse is stopped altogether by another kick to the crotch from the snarling Dream.
Lisa slides shoulder to shoulder with Manners, both women pointed in the same direction. The Ultimate Image slips her head under a limp arm of the Sister of Mercy and curls an arm of hers under the chin and around the far shoulder of her foe.
The FAWNatics know what’s coming when Lisa raises her near leg and violently throws it back like a pendulum to garner every bit of momentum with which to sedate Nurse Kristin with her Day Dreamer.
Day Dreamer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU ).(first one)
Manners’ skull is stuck in the canvas like a lawn dart and she tumbles over, unconscious before her back hits the mat, ending in a similar position as her partner.
A grinning Lisa pushes manically to her feet, reenergized by the sight of her former jailers demolished. She grabs Kristin by a wrist and drags Manners’ body to Hurt’s, laying Kristin atop Deborah in a comatose ‘X’.
She places a boot as a cherry on top and raises her arms high and wide toward the nearest lens.
“I’m coming,” Dream growls between froths and snorts. “I’m coming.”
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA )
The assembled are dumbfounded to silence when one of the most familiar figures in the history of FAWN and other federations appears. But while the face and frame are known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks, and the half-dozen, red ‘tear streaks’ leading from the lower lid of Lisa’s eyes to mid-cheek are stirring and frightening at once.
LISA DREAM
Last seen losing to Olivia Dare then leaving her former friend, manager and psycho ward savior Sierra Mist a ravaged shell in her post-match fury, it seems the psychic break caused by the failure and Sierra’s contribution to it have not left The Dream in a particularly safe or sane place.
Confusion reigns within the audience so there is little in the way of cheers or boos, just startled silence and wariness as this incarnation seems ready to jump into the stands and bite ears off, Lisa heading directly down the ramp, her head on a swivel.
She turns from one side to the other, a murderous glint in her eyes. One man dares to speak toward The Dream and she rushes the barricade, tying to tear at him until some late arriving FAWN security pull her away and guide her back in the direction of the ring.
She shakes off the grip of the six and a half-footers, freeing her biceps as Dream reach the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbs the steps and enters. She throws herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling jibberish.
The Dream’s attire is a skin-tight sheath of cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low and showing plenty of her alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the arterial red of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reach to ivory boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finish the wardrobe.
The solitary Dream clenches her fists as she stares into the rafters, the crowd murmuring with excitement and uncertainty.
Lisa kips to her feet and looks far and wide throughout the arena, seemingly seeking out her victim. There is no customary microphone in her clutches tonight, and it seems no significant loss, as it’s unclear she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
She moves to the corner nearest the entrance from which she’d just appeared as her music fades, hands in a white-knuckle grip on the top rope, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The ring announcer declares the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“The next match will be one fall with a 20-minute time limit. First. From New York, New York; standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at 118 pounds, the Perfect Psycho…Lisa Dream!”
The Ultimate Image SLAMS her forehead into the top buckle a half dozen times before mounting the middle ropes on either side and screaming incoherently toward the upper stage, apparently demanding her foe enter The Dream’s ward immediately.
When Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine billows over the crowd, there’s a collective and figurative nod among the assembled, the crowd well aware FAWN’s resident naughty nursing staff would be among the few to know how to deal with The Dream in such a state.
@ 00:35 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg )
Both Sisters of Mercy move to the middle of the stage, each snapping elbow-length, latex gloves in place.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
The brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride down the aisle, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers, one with an extra-large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket for you know who, show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of nurse’s uniforms, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear the previously noted elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses.
The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for some of the nasty procedures at least one hopes to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“And her opponent…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…accompanied to the ring by Nurse Kristin…standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at 128 pounds, Sister of Mercy…Deborah Hurt!"
Both medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring. The FAWNatics jeer at the nurses but not wholeheartedly, perhaps knowing it might be best in the long run if they drag Lisa, particularly this Lisa, back to her padded cell.
Some in the front row cough loudly in hopes they’ll be checked by the raucous RNs, but there’s no such luck as each strides up the steps, the women dipping in together. The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post of Deborah’s corner, the nurses move to the middle with Manners lifting a microphone. As Lisa pulls violently at her own locks, babbling, Kristin forgoes any speech she might’ve had in mind, both Sisters retreating to their corner, Nurse Manners quickly slipping through the ropes and dropping to the floor. Feeling comfortable enough to speak with the space between them expanded, Kristin draws the stick to her lips.
“Lisa. We are here to take you back to the protective care of Dr. Blassenville. That half-wit Mist was not fully licensed nor even had her PhD. We and Celia know what you need. And if that means beating the truth and your faculties into you, you know very well, we will.”
Lisa lets loose with a blood-curdling scream and races toward Nurse Hurt, the health care professional still within easy range to maim.
Realizing he has but a split-second to make the fight legal before the battle is raging, Nick Castle calls for the bell just as Lisa tears into the turtling Hurst, Deborah covering up in her corner, demanding Nick intercede when she slips a leg through the ropes.
Castle doesn’t seem all that keen in getting in front of the raving Lisa Lunatic so he circles her waist from behind with his arms, lacing his fingers to create a ‘belt buckle’ and pulls The Dream out from behind.
The Luscious One barely has time to be furious with the official before Deborah reaches forward and scrapes her nails across the eyes of her former patient, blinding the demented Dream.
Newly instilled ferocity or no, a sweeping rake of the eyes has Lisa staggering away from Castle and Nurse Deborah, in pain. She curses the nurses, threatening to send each of them to the ER of Orlando General. But it’s Hurt stalking the blinded Dream.
Deborah snatches Lisa’s left arm from behind and folds it in a tight hammerlock, pressing The Dream’s wing to her back. Pushing her uniform-clad body close to her former and perhaps future patient, the Sister keeps the chickenwing in place while having both arms free to maneuver Lisa to her right side and lift her off the canvas. Deborah vaults the Ultimate Image off her boot leather and side suplexes the icon onto her folded limb with a vicious backdrop suplex.
The landing rattles the ring. Lisa pulls the arm out from beneath her and cradles it tight, wincing, her watery peepers blinking furiously to bring back her focus.
“As always,” Deborah informs, sinking a set of nails into the multihued mane of the seated Dream then landing a kick to The Dream’s spine. “You never live up to the idea of you, Lisa.”
The unhealthy care professional shoves Lisa to her chest, kneeling next to her left side. She rolls to a seated position on the brunette’s right, legs draped atop her foe, bringing Lisa’s injured left wing. She draws the captured limb with her, wrenching it toward her, working Lisa with a Fujiwara Armbar that has the frantic Dream groaning in pain, shoulder socket tested to the limit by the expert in anatomy.
Fujiwara Armbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6VHHbfSDxw )
At least some of the crowd, having grown up with Lisa Classic chant for The Dream to tap. She growls at Castle and refuses, shaking her head violently.
“If I snap this limb of yours,” Deborah grunts, real tears will track over those red paths already on your face.”
Growling with effort, Lisa slips her right arm beneath her and rolls toward Hurt’s grip, ending in a quickly assembled small package of the naughty nurse, picking up a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Deborah releases her grip on The Dream’s wrist and scrambles out from under the mentally unhinged psychopath.
Hurt hustles to vertical and again latches onto the left wrist, drawing it between the Dream’s thighs. Nurse Deborah wraps her free arm around the back of Lisa’s neck, ready to send the revenge-minded lunatic into an explosion.
Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLZ0rJsiJo )
But before the deranged Dream can be sent for the ride, she cracks elbow after elbow into the back of the Sister’s skull until Hurt is dissuaded from her plan. She releases her grips on The Dream, stumbling away, head wobbling and dark eyes spinning.
Freed and eyes in working order, Lisa sprints to the ropes and barrels through a u-turn. She throws her body into a vicious chop block of the nurse’s left knee, dropping Deborah to the bony joint.
Stepping in front of the lowered nurse, Lisa spins into a heel kick, NAILING Deborah square between the eyes, Hurt wheeling from the impact and ending in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
“THAT…WAS…PER…FECT” the FAWNatics begin to chant.
But instead of being pleased by the support, the words only seem to enrage the legendary grappler. Lisa tugs at her strands, pulling a few out and tossing them in the air. She reacquires her target when Nurse Deborah rolls to her chest and pushes wearily to all fours.
Dropping to her knees beside the Sister of Mercy, Lisa fashions her right hand into a set of stilettoes and sinks them in an underhand grip into the red spandex peeking from beneath the white latex of Deborah’s uniform. The ruby-tipped talons press deep into the space age polymer thinly sheathing her foe’s kitty and Lisa’s fingers clench tightly, drawing a pained yip from the unhealthy care professional.
The slender but sinewy frame of the nurse seems frozen by the claw, her jaw dropping open, dark eyes welling.
Not satisfied with making the extremely personal acquaintance of her former nurse and jailer, Lisa adds some clenched fist pounding of Deborah’s spinal column with her opposite hand, using the meaty heel end of her tightly held fingers to blast away while she continues to try and punch holes through Hurt’s lycra.
As Nurse Deborah’s back bows under the battering, lifting her undercarriage higher, for easier access, Lisa digs her digits in deeper, forcing a howl from Hurt. Nurse Kristin hops to the apron and pushes the plunger on her huge needle, spraying some type of clear liquid in Lisa’s direction.
The Dream has an adverse reaction to the mock drug delivery, immediately releasing the anguish-ridden nurse to leap to her feet and rush Manners. Kristin drops to the floor but not before losing her needle in the panic.
A grinning Lisa plucks it off the canvas and backpedals to Nurse Deborah, winking at her fellow Sister of Mercy.
Lisa shouts some jibberish at Manners, spit flying every few “words”. She lowers to her knees next to Hurt and points the needle at Deborah’s undercarriage, nodding maliciously.
Thankfully for the naughty Nightingale, Castle swoops in and snatches the instrument before the crowd can find out what part of Hurt’s body is about to be inoculated.
Lisa chases after Nick, trying to regain the device until he drops it to a FAWN flunky holding a towel, the attendant wrapping up the needle and plunger and scurrying away. The Dream backs Castle into a corner, chesting against the man, hyperventilating, her breath washing over the man’s frightened face. The Ultimate Image whacks her own flawless features with a whip-like open hand and turns away from the referee, raining her eyes on the risen but wobbly Nurse Deborah.
Lisa takes off like she’s shot from the perfect cannon, racing at Deborah from behind. Kristin shouts at her fellow Sister to alert her of the incoming, but it only serves to turn Nurse Hurt into the line of fire, Dream gutting the nurse with a spear that folds Deborah in half around the impaling joint, Lisa then DRIVING Hurt into the canvas with the finishing touch of her tackle.
But instead of going for the pin, the lathered Lisa rolls the splayed Deborah to her chest and clears the white latex skirt portion of Deborah’s attire clear of her cheeks, leaving them wide open to be played like a pair of butt bongos. She snatches the red spandex beneath and HAULS a handful as far toward Hurt’s waist as she can manage, creating a nightmarish wedgie, clearing bare buttocks for the perfect pitch.
Lisa flattens her palms into paddles and instantly wails away on Deborah’s derriere, making sweet music with a modified, horizontal version of her Bittersweet Symphony, the crisp clapping notes just as sweet to the delighted FAWNatics.
Nurse Deborah yips and yelps as the stinging slaps multiply, Hurt’s buttocks moving toward the hue of her spandex. As her body flinches with another stanza of the Symphony complete, The Dream, her hands starting to suffer in their own right, relents. She blows on her hands with a snarling grin, ‘cooling’ them off.
Lisa moves to a forward straddle of the face down Sister, folding Deborah’s legs at the knees and trapping them under her seat. The Personification of Perfection lifts Hurt’s left side, slipping her torso beneath and capturing Deborah in a crossface, securing the lithe unhealthy care professional in the Dreamy Stretch.
Dreamy Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A )
A growling Lisa wrenches violently at the captured Deborah, not bothering to ask if the woman who helped put her in a rubber room wants to quit. It would be up to the referee to do that, as it appears preferable to the Ultimate Image to torture Deborah for hours on end.
Nick slides in front of Hurt and asks if she wants to capitulate. A shout from Kristin on the outside is a ‘no’ vote but it hardly matters. Castle continues to ask until a whimpering negative comes from Manners’ fellow Sister of Mercy.
Patience not being a virtue this incarnation of The Dream possesses, Lisa removes her crossface, sinking her ruby-tipped digits into the long, lush brunette locks of her foe and SLAMMING Deborah’s face into the canvas.
Lisa releases Hurt’s legs as she rises and boots the nurse in the ribs, rolling the women in white toward the center of the ring while she giggles disturbingly at Nurse Kristin.
With a member of Dr. Blassenville’s nursing staff situated on her back, several strides from the ropes, Lisa rushes the rubber-coated steel strands, leaping toward the middle cable to springboard in a backflip and CRUSH Deborah’s open midriff with a Dreamysault.
Dreamysault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
But as her boot soles head for the strand, Manners pushes the middle rope inward and Lisa’s shoe leather find nothing but air. The Dream flies out of the ring over the middle cable, dropping all the way to the floor where she lands awkwardly.
As the Luscious One rises, she’s met with a perfectly-timed toe kick from Nurse Kristin, doubling Dream up at the waist. With Lisa stationary, Manners dips and collects Dream’s right leg behind the knee. With scientific precision she rolls into a dragon screw that buggywhips the brunette in red leather through an airborne spin that CLANKS her against the steel barricade.
Dragon Screw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4 )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy from the devastating connection of flesh and bone to metal and watch with concern as a quelled Lisa lies at the base of the barrier, unmoving.
Castle scolds the naughty nurse, but Manners only response is to shrug and claim that her former mental patient had lost all leave of her senses, coming out to attack her.
Kristin peels the dazed Dream off the deck and walks Lisa back in a punchdrunken stagger to the apron’s edge.
“My job is always to assist the infirmed,” Nurse Kristin assures. “And this psycho bytch is all about being sent back to the nut house…I mean…wellness center.”
Manners throws Lisa into the squared circle under the bottom rope, the pale carcass of The Dream rolling to a stop mere inches from a grimacing Nurse Deborah, Hurt still rubbing at her neck, but ignoring the aches and pains long enough to pull a sedated Dream to rubbery legs.
Hurt gives Lisa an echoing open hand across the face, spinning The Dream away in a staggering 180. But Deborah grabs the left wrist of the leather clad grappler before she can wander and turns Lisa to face her. Using Lisa’s possessed left arm as a handle, Deborah surges forward, drawing the limb across her foe’s throat then using it to deck the beleaguered Dream with her Nightingale Cutter.
Nightingale Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nXhkhESUog )
With Lisa splattered across the deck, the Sister of Mercy dives across her former patient in a back press, hooking Dream’s far leg for good measure, pulling Lisa’s knee toward her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dream lives, Lisa’s body shuddering, forcing a shoulder off the canvas with a tick to spare.
Nurse Deborah, on her haunches next to Dream, sends an accusing glance at Castle, but Lisa’s push to an unsteady hands and knees regains her attention. The woman in white latches onto her foe’s left wrist and tugs the dazed Dream to her feet. Spinning away from Lisa, she lifts The Dream’s left arm over her shoulder then BANGS it down with an armbreaker. The master of anatomy repeats the process two, three, four times before spinning to boot Lisa in the chest.
Shoulder Armbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvYmBWAj90Q )
A wincing but snarling Dream drops to her knees from the force of the blow. Hurt doesn’t seem to enjoy the defiant attitude if not defiant position of Lisa. She delivers a pointed knee to Lisa’s chin, snapping the head and torso of the brunette to the canvas, Lisa’ thighs folding atop her calves.
Hurt drops in a senton across the stunned Dream, not only crashing down on her foe’s ivory abs but also testing the elasticity of the folded stems. As she rolls off her foe, the Ultimate Image manages to painfully unfold her legs and roll to her chest. But Deborah uses the move as an opportunity, dropping a knee across Lisa’s already wounded left wing. With the aching brunette trapped by that arm, Hurt lives up to her name, reaching across Lisa’s body to snatch her former patient’s right arm. She yanks that limb toward her, demanding Lisa provide consent for both the end of the match and voluntary confinement in Orlando General’s psych ward.
Hammerlock Arm Stretch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvYmBWAj90Q )
Nick asks only about the former and Lisa shouts a definitive ‘NO’ that turns to a yelp of pain when Deborah pulls further, threatening to remove Lisa’s right arm from its socket.
When the naughty nurse doesn’t get an affirmative, she SLAMS The Dream’s limb to the deck from the direction it came and rises to her feet, pulling her latex gloves tight and directing a stomp to the base of The Dream’s spine. Lisa arches in agony, the grunts growing when the unhealthy care professional grinds her boot into her foe’s vertebrae.
“Dr. Blassenville already has your paperwork put together. Nurse Kristin has it outside. It’s a shame you won’t be able to enjoy your last night on the outside.”
Deborah removes her boot and ‘helps’ Lisa to her feet. She dips and scoops The Dream off her feet and onto her right shoulder. But instead of simply slamming Lisa back to the canvas, Nurse Deborah drops to one knee and DRIVES Lisa’s already battered left arm into the plank of her femur before letting The Dream drop to the canvas.
Shoulderbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F2E_n6qqUE )
Lisa clutches her arm close from the pain of the continued attack on her arm. The defiant snarl of bloodlust remains, but it’s mixed with the anguish the nurse is professionally providing.
The Dream knee-walks to a corner as Hurt watches with apparent fascination at her former and future patient’s ability to maintain mobility.
“You are an interesting case study,” Deborah murmurs as she strides to the risen Dream. “It will be interesting to see how much chlorpromazine it takes to put you on the road to good healthUHHH.”
Her right leg in good working order, Lisa ignores the painful pulsating from her arm to gut the arriving Hurt with a toe kick to the tummy. With Deborah doubled, Lisa climbs to the middle ropes and leaps. The Personification of Perfection flips over the back of the bent nurse. She rips Deborah off her feet on the way down and ends on her cheeks, Hurt stacked between her legs. The Sister of Mercy bicycle kicks through…
ONE…
TWO…
…before managing to back somersault out of the pinning predicament.
The woman in white scrambles to her feet, but the Ultimate Image is there first and punts Nurse Deborah in the privates. The groan is deep as Deborah’s body freezes on tiptoes, dark eyes bulging, mouth agape, hands buried between her thighs.
From the outside, Nurse Kristin demands a disqualification. She brandishes the straightjacket she’d brought to the ring.
Lisa turns to Manners, tugging at her own dark, red-streaked, shoulder-length locks.
“IN!” she screams.
It’s the first intelligible word of the night from Dream and it has Kristin backing to the steel barricade, lowering the straightjacket and placing it carefully on the floor next to her.
Turning her attention back to a waddling Deborah, Lisa snatches her foe by the scruff of the neck and walks her to a set of ropes where The Dream drapes the nurse’s throat over the top cable. Leaning in from behind, she starts to choke the life from the Sister of Mercy, Hurt’s face growing rosier by the second.
Castle starts his count after his warnings go unheeded but at least one test of Lisa’s sanity is passed when she relents at ‘FOUR’, her innumerable years of doing precisely that so imprinted on her brain she can even in her current state.
The Luscious One pulls the gagging Hurt away from the cables and tosses her to the deck, Deborah ending in a starfish several feet from the apron’s edge. With Hurt’s head pointed toward her, Lisa heads for the ropes to her left, rebounds through a u-turn, skips over the nurse’s frame and hops into the opposite strands, landing on the middle while grabbing the top. She backflips into a Dreamysault, BLASTING the taut abdomen of the Sister.
Dreamysault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo )
A breathless Deborah jackknifes under the Ultimate Image before melting to vertical. The Dream remaining tight in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sliding partially in under the bottom rope, Nurse Kristin grabs an ankle and TUGS Lisa off her partner and out of the ring’s confines altogether. The startled Lisa lands on her feet, but in the time it takes to spin and face Manners, Nurse Kristin has a clothesline on the way and she LEVELS Lisa to the thinly padded floor.
The FAWNatics verbalize their displeasure emphatically and Castle follows suit. He demands Nurse Kristin return Dream immediately. But not having indicated in what condition, Manners decides to take some liberties.
The unhealthy care provider snatches her straightjacket from the floor and lurks as a dazed Dream rises to a wobbly vertical. Before Lisa can clear her head, Kristin sweeps the garment in front of the Ultimate Image, professionally slipping Lisa’s arms up the sleeves of the restraining garment.
But before Kristin can grab hold of the straps to tie her limbs down and throw her back in the ring, The Dream sends a blind mule kick behind her and splits her foe’s wickets, RAMMING her heel into Kristin’s crotch. The crowd erupts with a loud ‘OOOOOH’ and watches in worried silence as a frothing Lisa turns on the immobilized nurse.
Instead of immediately freeing herself completely, The Dream uses her former wardrobe, swinging her arms to use the straps as whips against the arms and legs of Nurse Kristin, Manners balling up as much a she’s able, welts starting to accumulate as Lisa whips away on Dr. Blassenville’s senior staff.
With Nick’s count accumulating, the brunette rolls in and out of the ring in front of a frustrated Castle. But with Kristin having initiated the recent troubles outside, he isn’t about to DQ The Dream.
Lisa shrugs off the straightjacket, grabs Kristin’s mane, pulling her head back and SLAMS it into the apron, then does the same with her noggin into the top ring step. A semi-conscious Manners pools at Lisa’s feet, Dream adding a kick to the spine as a goodbye gift.
From behind, a recovered Deborah turns Lisa’s world dark as she drops the discarded straightjacket over The Dream’s head. Lisa’s hands quest for targets but before she can find one, it’s Hurt’s turn to slam skull to apron, Nurse Deborah banging the covered cranium of Dream into the deck three times before stuffing her foe’s flaccid frame on the mat and tolling her under the ropes.
Deborah joins the dazed Dream, on her feet quickly and shooting a low superkick into the still jacket-wrapped jaw of the former patient of the Sisters and the femme fatale physician.
Hurt rips the heavy cloth apparel off and tosses it aside, showing the spreadeagled, semiconscious Ultimate Image, the wildness of ‘Red Lisa’ suppressed for the moment.
As The Dream absently rolls to her chest, Deborah dives atop her foe. Perpendicular across Lisa’s shoulderblades, Hurt scissors Dream’s near arm and corrals the far arm under her own. Moving to a seated position, the anatomy expert locks both of Lisa’s upper limbs in a modified Rings of Saturn. The crowd is tensed for The Dream’s capitulation while Deborah demands her former patient accept the inevitable incarceration in Orlando General.
Modified Rings of Saturn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLeOuu958kg )
Castle gets down in the face of a very much revived Dream, Lisa screaming in pain and anger at the precise and potent maneuver.
“Tell me,” Nick shouts over the yelping Dream.
The Ultimate Image shakes her head fiercely. But it’s not the only movement. Rotating her body slightly while in the agonizing grip, Lisa’s able to drape an ankle over the bottom rope and the eagle-eyed Castle calls for the break.
Nurse Deborah shouts in frustration and gives up her grip at ‘FOUR’. Rising, she delivers a stomp to Lisa’s spine then sweeps her long dark locks over a shoulder, apparently at a loss as to how to make a madwoman surrender.
As a shellshocked Manners struggles to use the steel steps to slowly climb, her partner in unhealthy care delivery rips the aching Lisa to her feet, no amount of revenge thirst preventing her former captor from putting away the legend.
Nurse Deborah tugs Dream into a pair of underhooks, Hurt ready to prescribe her Defib Driver. She launches Lisa heavenward, The Dream’s boot soles pointed to the rafters.
Defib Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyVOLewjyoY )
But one doesn’t remain there. The Ultimate Image SLAMS her right sole down into the crown of Deborah’s skull a half-dozen times until the shaken Hurt lowers Lisa from the direction she’d come.
On the canvas, Lisa breaks free of the hooks, the Luscious One capturing Deborah’s noggin in a front facelock. She kicks her legs out behind her, then sweeps them forward, dropping to her backside, and SPIKING Deborah’s skull into the deck with a DDT.
Spike DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMUdowhdAV0 )
Both women lie splayed on the canvas next to each other. Nurse Kristen on the outside is also in a terrible state of disrepair.
Dueling chants of ‘Let’s go nurses’ and ‘Let’s go Dream’ erupt in the audience and it’s the Personification of Perfection who responds, the snarling brunette emerging from her stupor a tick or two before Hurt. It’s a race to vertical she wins and ‘Red Lisa’ makes the naughty nurse pay an awful price.
Approaching Deborah from behind, Lisa shows off some of her more rare acrobatic prowess, leaping with legs extended. The stems clamp tight on Hurt’s temples for a split-second. Long enough for The Dream to throw her frame backwards, flipping to the deck and RIPPING Hurt off her feet, the top of nurse’s cranium impaled into the deck with the wicked Dream Driver.
Dream Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUTVHTj979o )
The FAWNatics groan reflexively at the sight of the brutal reverse Frankensteiner. Deborah is splayed in an unconscious starfish before Lisa can fully regain her bearings. When she does, she crawls to the waylaid nurse and plops her body atop Hurt in a domineering full body pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Some of the crowd rise to their feet in appreciation of the legend getting her revenge. Unfortunately for Lisa, one of them is Nurse Kristin, too late in recovery to save her Sister, but ready for retaliation.
Not nearly at full capacity, Manners enters and charges a rising Lisa from the side. The Dream catches the flash of white out of the corner of her eye and STUFFS a nasty side kick into Kristin’s gut. Slowed, the nurse is stopped altogether by another kick to the crotch from the snarling Dream.
Lisa slides shoulder to shoulder with Manners, both women pointed in the same direction. The Ultimate Image slips her head under a limp arm of the Sister of Mercy and curls an arm of hers under the chin and around the far shoulder of her foe.
The FAWNatics know what’s coming when Lisa raises her near leg and violently throws it back like a pendulum to garner every bit of momentum with which to sedate Nurse Kristin with her Day Dreamer.
Day Dreamer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU ).(first one)
Manners’ skull is stuck in the canvas like a lawn dart and she tumbles over, unconscious before her back hits the mat, ending in a similar position as her partner.
A grinning Lisa pushes manically to her feet, reenergized by the sight of her former jailers demolished. She grabs Kristin by a wrist and drags Manners’ body to Hurt’s, laying Kristin atop Deborah in a comatose ‘X’.
She places a boot as a cherry on top and raises her arms high and wide toward the nearest lens.
“I’m coming,” Dream growls between froths and snorts. “I’m coming.”