Post by hawkeye on Aug 15, 2019 1:43:27 GMT
As the crowd murmured in anticipation, the now familiar, haunting chords of By Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension coursed through the speakers, a melancholy tableau the FAWNatics knew to mean a disturbing Dream was about to befall them all.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream appeared.
RED LISA:
Realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World; dismantling two destroyer class fighters back to back, following up her revenge on the not so good doctor with a destructive display against the Dangerous Dame, they watched with trepidation.
While the face and frame were 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 remain stirring and frightening.
The FAWNatics remained unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands at the first sign of someone taking a bit too long to acknowledge her perfection.
Dream lurched down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, feral, tying to disembowel him until some late arriving FAWN security drew her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the towering bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and entered. She threw herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling jibberish.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, realizing there’s no one yet in the ring for her to terrorize. Except Nick Castle. Just the sight of a drooling Lisa’s attention entirely on him convinced Castle to move to the ropes and dive through.
There’s no formerly customary microphone in Lisa’s clutches and it seemed no significant loss, as it’s unclear if she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
As her music faded and she moved to the corner closest the ramp, Lisa’s hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Announcer declared the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit…from Orlando General’s Mental Ward…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, she is the Perfect Nightmare… RED LISA!”
If the Bethany Christian thought changing Dream’s ‘hometown’ to address her time in the central Florida rubber room an uproarious troll job, Lisa did not. The Announcer barely escaped the squared circle with his skin.
The Ultimate Image then SLAMMED her forehead into a top buckle a half dozen times before spinning back to the center, laying down a Senton on the empty canvas, and cracking her left cheek with a half dozen wicked echoing slaps before the Announcer got back to work.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The venom from the FAWNatics was still quite strong, though an undercurrent of cheers could be found among the hate, presumably because the former fan favorite had helped ex-BFF Autumn Sammain and longtime nemesis Maddy Crane an unexpected assist during their Tag Team match against the Scandalous duo of Lucy Harker & Mina Murray back at Mayhem. If Jenny heard the support she paid it no mind, indeed she looked as detached when she strode through the curtain a moment later. Pausing to survey the scene, the former World Champion raised the J’s for a few seconds, then tucked them into invisible holsters at each hip and started down the aisle.
Keeping a close eye on the snarling, gibbering creature that’d replaced a megalomaniac she knew well, Jacobs made quick time to the squared circle. For tonight’s battle she sported the indigo version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a grim, matte black while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. It was an iconic look for the Innovator, one that never failed to seize the attention of supporter and detractor alike. Even so, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds remained silent as she made her way down the ramp. Her slow, patient stalking ended at the aisle, Jacobs bursting into a blurred sprint that took her under the bottom rope and well past middle ring before she bounded to her feet.
Joined by Nick Castle shortly thereafter, the blonde let him go through the final inspection though she was clearly more interested in the lurking, murmuring presence of Lisa Dream. “What the hell is this, Nick? Thought I was shut of this lunatic. Don’t tell me she’s sane enough to make her own matches.”
“I have no clue.” Castle admitted. “This is the work of the front office, far as I know.”
Jenny replied with a disgusted little snort. “Remind me to thank them later.” Nick’s only answer was an all clear, so the NorCal Sensation backed into the corner opposite her nightmarish adversary.
Very much aware that this was a different Lisa Dream from the one she’d battled off and on for more than a decade, Jenny Jacobs kept her eyes locked on the brunette, the Innovator looking for that all important tell that would let her know just what Lisa planned when the bell--CLANG!
The Walking Nightmare shot forward with a banshee shriek and damned if Jacobs didn’t rush the center to meet her halfway. Matching Dream step for step, Jacobs abruptly pivoted to one side and threw herself into a tumbling barrel roll aimed directly at Lisa’s shiNO! The Dream busted out some acrobatics of her own, namely a high speed somersault that took her directly over the blonde’s clever gambit.
Pushing to one knee while her adversary did the same, Jacobs ‘snapped’ her trunks back into place and nodded to properly acknowledge this development. “Interesting.” she murmured.
Such introspection was lost on The Dream, she scrambled to boot leather and came straight for the NorCal Sensation with her right arm outstretched for a sternum-cracking ClothesNOPE! Jenny dropped backward into an effortless bridge only to push herself upright the instant Lisa passed by. Blinking in confusion, the former World Champion whipped around to find her target and did so just as Jacobs took leave of the canvas. Back to the brunette, JJ twisted around in mid-air and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK Dream upside the head with a Pele Kick from deep in left field!
ELUSIVE INNOVATION @ 1:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr7texcjLtY
Lisa took the blow flush, her head snapping to one side with the impact. Legs crossed as she began to lurch her way to safety, the Cracked Image of Human Perfection was most of the way to corner when Jenny caught her by the shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, LisNNNGGGHHH!”
Dream whipped ‘round on the spot and CRAAACKED her longtime rival across the chest with a resounding Knife-Edge Chop! Jenny reeled in place, offering Lisa a perfect opportunity to follow up with another Chop or something even less pleasant, instead the brunette grabbed the lower half of her foe’s face in an awkward claw grip and squeezed has hard as she could.
“NO TOUCH!” Red Lisa shrieked. “NEVER TOUCH PERFECTEERRGGHH!”
Jenny knocked the claw away with a forearm, hooked her other arm around the back of Lisa’s head and pulled her forward and down for a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED against the point of her chin! Dream rocked back on her heels, couldn’t get out of reach before Jacobs took hold of one wrist and sent her into the strands with an Irish Whip. The brisk run seemed to clear Lisa’s head, certainly her eyes were gleaming more maniacally than ever when she rushed back and-- Jenny hopped, planted her right foot against the taller wrestler’s chest and kicked off to stop Lisa’s progress while simultaneously creating some much needed distance with the back-flip.
“SNEAKY!” The Dream bellowed at the blonde. “Stand still and fi--”
THWHACK!
Jenny leapt in direct defiance of this demand, the blue-clad swinging over near the apex to smash her right foot against the side of Lisa’s noggin. The Enzugiri dropped The Dream to one knee, that feverish, manic energy seemingly stymied by the regular application of stiff kicks. Her situation grew no better when Jenny caught her bowed head in a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Catching hold of Lisa’s red leather, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds hoisted The Dream up to about two o’clock, then spun over and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lisa to the deck with a combination of Vertical Suplex and Neckbreaker. Lisa didn’t bounce up this time so Jenny threw herself across the brunette’s midsection and hooked the far leg to see how much she’d get for…
STANDING ENZUGIRI & SUPLEX LIFT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPFhEPjV2LI
ONE…
Lisa kicked out and got to her feet in a flash which forced Jacobs to do the same. “I know you.” Lisa said softly as the wrestlers began to circle. “You’re sneaky. Tricksy. Tricksy little Wannadream.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’. “You’re confusing me with Crane. Or maybe London. They’ve both clever and tricksy. Me? I’m the best. You may remember me from the time I almost stripped you naked in this very ring. Or from the time I almost broke your back? That was this ring too. Though I understand why you might not remember that, seeing as how Celia had the Sisters haul your pathetic ass to mental hospital right after the--”
“NO HOSPITALS!” Lisa stormed in, her rage too sudden and too strong for Jacobs to avoid with any of her usual acrobatics. Plunging her left hand deep into the blonde’s locks, The Dream yanked Jenny’s head from side to side all while hammering away at shoulders, belly, ribs and of course, mouth. The look on Dream’s face suggested she’d silence that hateful, yammering tongue if it was the last thing she ever did.
Suffering beneath the brunette’s roughhousing barrage, Jacobs blocked what punches she could and eventually got her hands laced across the back of The Dream’s neck. Yanking her down and forward, the Innovator kept it nice and simple with half a dozen hard Kneelifts to Lisa’s leather-sheathed midsection! Lisa didn’t much enjoy the counterattack, but rather than break away she pulled Jenny’s head back as far as she could. Then, without actually looking, she crooked her punchin’ hand into a three-fingered, C-shaped claw and jabbed it into the Wannadream’s surprised mouth!
MANDIBLE CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgIOqnIsHcA
Now, Jenny Jacobs had far more experience with the Mandible Claw than she’d ever care to admit and since her wars with a certain Superlative Soprano she’d formulated no less than half a dozen ways to free herself from that particular predicament. But she’d never once seen Lisa Dream use this hold and the shock of it shorted her thinking long enough to let the Ultimate Image bear down on it for a good three or four seconds. And three or four seconds in the Mandible Claw was enough to drop Jenny to one knee, the NorCal Sensation struggling and sputtering around Lisa’s encroaching digits.
“No hospitals. No nurses.” The Dream nodded as she spoke, presumably agreeing with her own mumbled pronouncements. “We’ll settle this right here. Just between us. Doesn’t that sound loveOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!”
In truth the prospect sounded terrifying, but the threat of it provided Jenny all the motivation she needed to work her thumbs beneath the brunette’s hooked fingers. Prizing The Dream’s digits into something like a half-assed Vulcan sigil, Jacobs extracted the Claw and slowly clambered to her feet, the blonde ensuring compliance by maintaining steady pressure on Lisa’s trapped hand. “Far as I’m concerned things are already settled.” Jenny huffed. “I made you tap. Made you give up your precious leather. Made Celia realize you weren’t fit for anything better than a padded cell. So yeah, we’re settled. But if you want to figh--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa slapped her HARD with her free hand, the blonde’s cheek immediately going an angry red. Jenny paid her back with another sharp tug on those fingers, but The Dream doubled down with another hard slap. After that she caught the blonde’s chin between thumb and forefinger and growled, “No. Hospitals. We… settle this… ourselvAAARRRRGGGGHH!”
Jenny went up on tiptoes and stomped down while simultaneously wrenching Lisa’s parted fingers one last time! “You sure you wanna write off hospitals?” she muttered when Lisa stuffed that aching hand under her armpit. “Looks to me like you could use a docOOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
“NO DOCTORS!”
Red Lisa buried a shoulder in Jenny’s midsection and plowed forward, her boundless rage more than enough to send both former World Champions tumbling through the ropes to land in a rude heap on the floor below.
For all the Dreamophobes, bad news. Lisa landed atop Jacobs, giving the blonde much the worse of the impact and an upper hand in taking control on the outside. The FAWN and other feds legend frothed as she pushed to her feet and tugged Jacobs there by a wrist.
“You want to play?” The Dream screeched while aiming Jenny down the length of the ring then heaving her with an Irish Whip.
This time, there’s no innovative way out of being sent sprinting toward the steel barricade at the end of the line. Jacobs turned and veritably flew into the metal with an awful CRASH! Jenny bounces off her spine wrenched in a severe arch, the back of a hand rubbing the base of her backbone, her face etched in agony. But Red Lisa wasn’t nearly done.
Surging toward her foe, Dream lifted a big boot and SMASHED it into the blonde’s chin, sending Jenny’s noggin whipping toward the thinly-padded cement as she’s leveled, the bounce from the back of her skull off the floor making a sickening THUD.
As The Dream skidded to a stop, a maniacal grin emerged, parting Lisa’s blood-red lips. She wiped some of the foam from them and flicked into the front row to the disgust of some getting hit, to the delight of others.
Castle was slow with his count, realizing Lisa, in her state, might not be able to count and/or might only be able to understand gibberish. What was ‘SIX’ in gibberish? Nick couldn’t say.
Thankfully for those that wanted to see a conclusive winner, Lisa scraped the blonde putty from the floor and leaned Double-J against the side of the ring, back to the squared circle.
“I KNOW YOU!” Lisa shouted, tugging at her dark, shoulder-length locks, seemingly realizing more intensely Jenny did indeed provide the impetus for Celia and the Sisters of Mercy to lock her in the padded cell that became her home for many months.
“YOU HELPED THEM.”
The Dream allowed for interpretation on who ‘THEM’ might be, though her recent victims were a good guess.
“YOU MADE PEOPLE BELIEVE I’M NOT PERFECT!”
Lisa spun the dazed Jacobs to face Castle then sank a set of nails into the blonde’s scalp and drew her braincase back. The Personification of Perfection SLAMMED Jacobs’ forehead into the canvas a half-dozen times then stuffed her foe back in under the ropes. Lisa hopped to the apron and eased through then turned and grabbed the top cable with both hands, bouncing it up and down wildly.
“BUT I AM. I AM!”
Nick backed away, palms raised plaintively when Red Lisa glared in his direction.
“Am I perfect, Mister?” she asked, her tone a chilling combination of plaintive and unstable.
Castle, no dope, nodded enthusiastically and Lisa immediately chuckled with pride.
“See?!”
Lisa came from Jenny’s six as the wobbly blonde rose. She slipped alongside, grabbed Jacobs’ head in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared Jenny to a tailbone-bruising seat on the mat. Turning to the ropes behind the woman of umpteen holds, she raced to them. Lisa rebounded and flipped over Jenny’s left shoulder, grabbing Jacobs’ noggin on the fly by and POUNDING her foe’s face into the deck with a Rolling Neck Snap. Jenny’s skull and upper body shot back from the forced ‘canvas sandwich’ and Jacobs ended staring at the rafters with blurry baby blues.
“YOU’RE…NOT…PERFECT!”
The chant from the crowd started low at first but Lisa’s perked ears heard it immediately and by the time it gained momentum she was tearing at her hair, screaming bloody murder and bouncing off the ropes like they’re the walls of her very own padded cell.
Lisa ‘danced’ around the ring, covering her ears and blubbering. Only when Jenny made it back to hands and knees did she seem to recognize Jacobs’ existence, but did she ever at that point.
Dropping to her knees beside Jenny’s left hip, she fashioned her left hand into talons and scooped it between the blonde’s thighs before clamping down with a vicious Crotch Claw, index and middle finger still moist from her mandible version not that long ago.
The body of the NorCal Sensation stiffened, eyes bugging then welling. Jacobs bit her lower lip, frame seemingly frozen in pain as Red Lisa cinched and squeezed.
“You’ll quit from this end,” Lisa insisted, her underhand grip working well until Jenny had the intestinal fortitude to ignore the anguish and scissored the invading limb. And when Jenny rolled her hips to end re-seated, she wrapped her palms around Lisa’s wrist, tugging her foe’s tines loose from their assault, pulling the Dream’s arm higher between the crossed legs.
Jenny fell to her back, Arm bar locked in place and Lisa squirming in pain. Jacobs twisted the captured limb and drew a startlingly sane scream of agony from the leather-clad lunatic.
“They’ll only need a one arm for your new straightjacket when I’m done,” the Innovator threatened and she works the limb like she meant to unscrew it at the shoulder.
The red painted streaks from Lisa’s lower lids to her cheek were smeared from side to side as the anguish forced Lisa to reflexively draw her free arm across her face, covering the welling tears from the prying eyes of the FAWNatics. The Dream flailed like a fish out of water, trying to free herself but unable, the wing of the Ultimate Image close to being torn from its socket. Double-J grit her teeth, hanging on like a dog with her favorite bone.
Although Red Lisa couldn’t wrest her limb free, she’s able to pivot her thrashing body close enough to the saving strands to lay an ankle over the bottom cable and shriek “FREE…DOM!”
Castle dutifully started his count and the Innovator gave up Lisa’s limb like she’s in love, sorrowfully parting with the perfectly mangled arm. The leather-clad lunatic wasn’t so absorbed by her psychosis she didn’t feel the extreme pain in her extremity and she cradled the arm close, covering up in a corner like a whipped puppy, mewling then growling when Jacobs closed the distance to reassert her advantage.
Lisa shot a leg out in protection more than attack and Jenny snatched it at the ankle. She dragged a twisting, snorting Dream out of the corner until the blonde reached center stage with the writhing psychotic.
After a few failed lunges, Jenny corralled Lisa’s opposite leg and spread them wide, looking down at the fiery Red Lisa.
“You need to learn sane can be more dangerous than crazy.”
The Dream’s dark eyes went wide with both fear and anger as she crunched up, her hands fluttering near the vulnerable juncture of her thighs. “NonononononononomustnttouchmusnthurtnononoperfectperfectperfectperfectperWHOAAAAH!”
Jacobs went up tiptoe but instead of going to one knee she dipped into a quick crouch and shoved Lisa’s legs forward to send the fuming brunette tumbling onto all fours in a sloppy somersault. Not that the lack of style slowed The Dream in the slightest, she immediately rose to her knees and-- the NorCal Sensation surged in and THWHONKED the point of her left knee between the former World Champion’s eyes! Lisa reeled on the spot without tumbling to the mat, so Jenny backed off, drew a bead on her target, then hopped forward and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick offa Dream’s forehead!
FAWN’s Walking Nightmare toppled to one side only to roll to her stomach before Jenny could do more than consider a cover. “Hell of a lot more resilient than ‘sane’ you.” the blonde admitted as she filled her hands with The Dream’s red-streaked locks. “Luckily for your long term health I’ve got access to some painkillers that even Celia can’t touch.”
More than willing to empty the dispensary if it meant putting an end to Lisa’s insane reign of terror, Double J scraped the other wrestler off the mat and neatly dipped her head beneath Dream’s right shoulder while simultaneously curling her own right arm around the taller woman’s chest. Gripping the nape of Lisa’s neck in her right hand, Jacobs hooked the back of Dream’s left thigh and hoisted it up a heartbeat before she popped her hips and slung her brunette burden up, over and DOWN with a thunderous Exploder!
EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw3XKVUyrM8
The Dream landed flat on her back, bounced to a seat, then rolled to all fours and started to ri-- Jacobs closed in fast, catching her foe in a Standing Headscissors she strengthened with a brawny Double Underhook. With Lisa’s Dreamy pipes reduced to so much hapless wriggling, Jenny flipped her upside down, the lithesome brunette’s toes pointing at the rafters. More than one FAWNatic called for a Deschain Driver and the look that crossed Jenny’s face suggested she’d thought the same thing, but in the end she only went down on one knee, all the better to THUNK Lisa’s sore left shoulder into the posted joint!
The Cracked Image of Human Perfection rolled to a slumped seat, her left hand rubbing gingerly at the wounded shoulder. “Nastylittlewannadream.” she said it as a single rushed word. “Neverbreakme. NevergonnasendmebacktothatplacNONONO!”
Jenny didn’t much care where Lisa went once the match was over, she just wanted to pile on the negative reinforcement while the brunette encroached on her squared circle. To that end she laid claim to The Dream’s left wrist and yanked the limb away from her torso so she could administer a quick, hard Soccer Kick to the exposed shoulder. The strike seemed to slow those already scrambled defenses, giving the Innovator enough time to fold Lisa’s trapped wing around her (Jenny’s) left forearm. Gripping her right wrist for extra leverage, Jacobs grabbed The Dream’s left wrist in her right hand and wrenched up on the Kimura hard enough to make Lisa beat her heels against the canvas.
“I might’ve been wrong about the strength of your medication.” Jenny admitted as she worked the simple joint-lock. “Clearly it’s wiped your memory if you don’t remember all those times I made you tap this very--”
“I NEVER QUIT!” The Dream shrieked at the top of her lungs. “RED LISA NEVER QUITS! PERFECTION NEVER QUITSSAAAAAARRRRRHHHH!”
Jenny swung her right leg over the brunette’s injured shoulder so that her tush was pressed to the side of Lisa’s noggin. From there she laid out on her back and threaded her left leg over the back of Dream’s head to make the Kimura that much more unpleasant. “You know, you’re right.” Jacobs muttered as she yoked up on the Kimura and pressed down with her encroaching leg. “I’ve never made Red Lisa quit, at least not before tonight. But Lisa Dream? I made her quit over and over again. Because she wasn’t perfect. And neither are you!”
Suffering attacks on two fronts, Lisa was almost doubled over, her face only inches from the thinly-sheathed plywood. “What do you say, Lisa?” Castle asked once he saw the trapped bendy-back chewing on her bottom lip. “Need me to call for the be--”
“NO!” Dream barked. “NO BELLS! NO DOCTORS! NO QUITEERRRGGGHH!”
Jenny bore down on the Scissor until Lisa’s forehead hit the canvas. “Deny it all you want.” Jenny growled. “Won’t stop me from digging the quit outta ya one more timAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAHK!” Lisa pushed up enough to create some clearance between her head and the mat. In the next instant she reached across with her right hand and affixed another white-knuckled claw to the blonde’s crotch. Training all her focus on the Kimura in an effort to ignore the creeping anguish of Lisa’s grip, Jacobs huffed, “Let go of my trunks, bytch. Or I’ll cave your head in, swear to God I UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lisa dug in even harder, the suffering former World Champion clearly willing to escape by any means necessary. Noting the sudden sheen in the blonde’s eyes, Nick said, “What do you say, Jenny? Want to give it--” Jenny kicked her left foot straight up, then brought it down to smash her calf into the back of Dream’s neck and her heel into the brunette’s right shoulder. The counter to a counter loosened Lisa’s grip ever so briefly, however there was still far too much talon in her trunks for the Innovator’s liking, so she repeated the tactic over and over again, Jenny just bludgeoning away at the back of Lisa’s skull until--
The Dream let go only to ball that hand into a Hammer Fist that she THUMPED between the blonde’s thighs!
Eyes closed tight against the anguish, Jacobs released the Kimura and rolled one way while Lisa crawled in the opposite. Backs to one another, blonde and brunette curled into nearly identical fetal balls, though Jenny’s hands tended to her throbbing center while Lisa’s were divided between her ringing head and shredded right shoulder.
With both competitors down and out, the Senior Official posted up between them and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
A roar from the crowd caused Castle to falter in his delivery, the ref surprised because neither Lisa or Jenny had made it off all fours. But a quick glance around the ringside aisle revealed the reason for their alarm. To his left stood Mina Murray. To his right was Lucy Harker and directly behind? None other than Daphne Dufresne. The Wicked trio didn’t say so much as a word, so Castle returned his attention to the count only to discover Lisa and Jenny had clambered to their fe--
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
Jenny saw Lucy and straightened up fast. “What the hell do you think you’re do--”
Red Lisa dipped her head under Jacobs’ left arm, caught a half Waistlock and pressed her free hand to the back of the blonde’s left thigh, all the better to power her up and over, Jenny flipped ass over teakettle at the apex to THAWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Double J landed hard, but bounced to one knee and started to rise almost at once. This durability proved detrimental when Lisa hurried in and pulled her left arm behind her back in a Chickenwing, albeit one that was applied with The Dream snuggled in close against the Innovator’s left side. The reason for this unique positioning became apparent when Lisa reached across her foe’s back with her left arm and hooked Jenny’s right arm just above the elbow. Jenny’s eyes widened as she registered the trouble, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to keep the Cracked Image of Human Perfection from muscling her up n’ over, then sitting out, Lisa turning the awkward looking set-up into a short, brutal Powerbomb that dropped the NorCal Sensation flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Scrambling to one knee after the landing, Lisa stretched out across Jacobs upturned haunches to keep her trapped through the…
DREAMY BACKDROP & NIGHTMARE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJTJ4WoJH8I
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny exploded out from under the Red Storm, sending Lisa tumbling a few feet away while the blonde pooled out in a stunned spreadeagle, seemingly having spent all her immediate energy in the escape.
Lisa settled on her haunches, staring at the dilapidated Jacobs instead of continuing her attack. Dream tugged at her multihued hair, apparently trying to determine how such a perfectly-executed maneuver hadn’t finished off Jenny.
How could it compute? Perfect move by a perfect wrestler. Lisa slapped her own face, trying to awaken from a nonsensical nightmare. All she could come up with was the Innovator deserved to be punished for breaking the laws of nature.
The Dream hopped to her feet and scurried to the nearest corner. She climbed to the middle ropes and turned to view her target. Red Lisa headbanged like she’s at a Metallica concert in preparation for her flight and, when Jacobs started to rise, The Dream launched squashing the flaxen-haired bug back to the deck with a vicious Double Stomp to the chest that forced a grunt of an exhale from the tattered Double-J.
The Ultimate Image bounced off her landing pad and celebrated by running to the ropes and hugging the top strand while looking out on the crowd maniacally. The FAWNatics, who’d mostly held their judgment against this feral version of the pre-asylum Dream, erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos, the support for The Dream no doubt assisted by the disdain her foe had shown for the fans these last few years. It’s not clear to which Lisa responded when she hopped to the middle cable, grabbing the top, and back-flipped into a perfect Dreamysault, her midriff CRASHING down on the tanned tummy of Jacobs. Jenny folded in a jackknife around the impaling impact and melted to the canvas.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Instead of hooking a leg, the mumbling Dream pressed a palm down on Jenny’s chin at one end and a thigh on the other for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jacobs rolled away from Lisa’s covering frame, lifting a shoulder up in the process and The Dream was left to sputter how, eyes shifting from side to side wildly.
“Nonono! You stay down! I stay perfect!”
Lisa scrambled to Jenny and covered her again.
ONE…
TWO…
Same result.
Again, The Dream refused to believe.
Cover.
ONE…
Kick out.
A blood-curdling shriek echoed through the arena, one that backed Castle up. He looked toward the timekeeper, seemingly wondering if he can could the match on account of terror.
Red Lisa wasn’t interested in instilling anxiety, only retribution. Finally convinced Jacobs wasn’t ready to stay down, she tugged the reeling Jenny to her feet, Jacobs stooped and gasping, even more so when Lisa lifted a knee into the blonde’s navel, gutting her foe again.
With Jacobs’ noggin properly situated, Lisa grabbed Jenny by the ears and inserted her head between the red leather encasing Dream’s thighs. The Personification of Perfection clamped down in a Standing Headscissors and everyone knew what’s coming next as a wild-eyed Lisa fashioned her palms into paddles. Everyone it seemed but the blonde in blue. Jenny’s arms wrapped around the stems of the Dream and, with a loud grunt, Jenny straightens and sent Lisa flipping over with a back body drop, The Walking Nightmare landing on her cowskin-covered backside.
The startled Lisa’s hands shot to her rump, massaging her tailbone, face twisted in pain instead of lunacy. A turning Double-J took a moment to suck in a couple extra deep breaths before latching onto Red Lisa’s streaked locks, tugging The Dream up and around and sweeping the head of the Ultimate Image between her legs.
Cinching tight on the squirming Lisa’s skull, Jenny breathlessly asked, “Is this what you were trying to do?”
THWAP.
The Dream’s body flinched.
“Don’t! My ass is perfeCAHHHH”
THWAPQ! THWAP! THWAP!
The NorCal Sensation let loose with a wild bongo solo of slaps that had the crowd going wild, a moment in time like the old days of her love affair with them. It had Red Lisa howling in pain and frustration at her Bittersweet Symphony made much more bitter than sweet.
Jenny, clearly enjoying filling Lisa’s prescription, spanked away at her masterpiece until she’s sure Lisa’s skin was as red as the leather covering it. Finally she released her Scissors and allowed The Dream to pull free, Lisa’s hands reflexively moving to her blistering backside.
As The Dream tended to her scalded cheeks, Jacobs sidled behind her foe and wrapped an arm around Lisa’s waist while slipping the other under The Dream’s derriere. She vaulted Lisa into the air, the brunette’s legs pointed toward the rafters as Jenny spun through a full revolution, only letting Lisa drop after a full 360 degrees, then PLANTING tailbone to bended knee.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
Lisa hopped away from the impact, hands perhaps now permanently glued to her arse. But Jenny didn’t let her wander, moving alongside The Dream and locking on a Side Headlock.
This being the master of 8,675,309 holds, the crowd knew something beautiful was coming and they’re not disappointed when Double-J backflipped into her devastating Spivey Point Driller. Jacobs’ tucked knees stabbed into the spine of the psychotic rubber room refugee when Lisa’s yanked off her feet and into an ungodly version of a Lungblower only the Innovator could pull off.
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Lisa spasmed like she’s had another session of electroshock therapy and Jacobs tried to calm her under a pinning predicament, keeping Red Lisa’s shoulders flat to the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s Lisa’s turn to deny victory, The Dream shouting “NO!” as she lifted a shoulder off the canvas with Castle’s hand coming down for the win.
Jacobs slapped the mat lightly in disappointment, taking her foe’s stubborn refusal to lose in better stride than the lunatic next to her had. The blonde shoved the barely sentient Dream to her chest and scissored up her foe’s near leg. She then dove on the back of The Dream and quickly secures a Full Nelson, Lisa only now realizing what’s happening.
It’s too late for the Ultimate Image, her wriggling ineffective in stopping Jenny from rolling to her back and pulling Lisa on top of her in a full nelson STF that had Lisa cursing and yelping and Castle asking if The Dream wants to end things.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Lisa spat out gibberish Nick interpreted as a ‘no’, waving the ‘safe’ sign at the timekeeper.
Meanwhile, Jacobs continued to wrench on her grip, whispering less than sweet nothings in Lisa’s ear that had The Dream frothing in a fury. But her body remained unable to break free of Jacob’s precision.
“Time to put you down,” Jenny added. “For good.”
“Nonononono!” Lisa burbled as she squirmed harder than ever against the torturous hold. “PerfectionisforeverperfectionneverdiesperfectiongoesonandMRGH!”
Jenny rolled Lisa back onto her stomach and used the Nelson to drive her opponent’s face into the canvas for a brisk back ’n forth scrubbing! “Enough of your mouth.” Jacobs said, her voice cold. “Until you’re ready to say the magic wo--”
“Don’t listen to her, Lisa!”
“Yeah, f*ck that Wannadream! We believe in you!”
“Get outta there and show that fugly loser what perfection looks like!”
Jenny and Lisa both looked up, confusion etched on their faces. The situation cleared, at least for the former, when she spied Daphne, Lucy and Mina offering up their opinions from three different sides of the squared circle. Seeing they were the center of attention again, Wicked began to pound the apron with both hands, a simple rhythm they compounded with a familiar pro-wrestling chant. ‘F*CK HER UP, LISA! F*CK HER UP!’
The FAWNatics did their best to drown out the support with a whole lotta jeers, but the terrible trio had proximity and enthusiasm to spare and damned if The Dream didn’t start scrabbling her way across the canvas. “You gotta be freaking kidding me.” Jenny huffed as she doubled down on wrenching Lisa’s neck with the Full Nelson. “You think those bytches give a damn about you? They’re only out here to--”
“Baskinmyperfection!” Lisa said it as a single word. “TheyrecognizemyDreamyinesSAAAAHHHHH STAAAHHP!”
The Innovator went all in on breaking the brunette’s will, Jenny just wrenching Lisa’s noggin back and forth as hard as she could. Lucy and Mina saw The Dream’s right hand start to waver and promptly sprang up on their respective sides of the squared circle to harangue Castle about his shoddy officiating. “Don’t bother with them, Nick!” Jenny grunted. “They’re just a distraction, it’s this bytch you’ve gotta dammit!”
Mina started to come through the ropes, forcing the official to break away from his charges. Soon as his attention was elsewhere Daphne grabbed the bottom rope in both hands and pushed it in until Lisa caught it in a death-grip. “BREAAAAAAAAAAK!” the Ultimate Image bellowed even as Dufresne strutted away to confer with Scandalous, who’d grown far more satisfied with Castle’s efforts only heartbeats prior.
Jenny didn’t wait for the zebra’s response, she abandoned the hooks of her own volition and filled her hands with Red Lisa’s battle-damp locks. “Crazy bytch.” the blonde growled in the midst of hauling The Dream to her feet. “You really are outta your mind if you think those three ERRGH!”
Lisa palmed Jacobs’ noggin as she was rising and drilled a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Eyes watering, Jenny made to push The Dream away, but the brunette caught her in a Front Facelock and strengthened her control by hooking the left leg immediately thereafter. Giggling like a lunatic, Lisa muscled the NorCal Sensation all the way to high noon, then swung her back the way she’d came while simultaneously dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Jenny’s spine into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the third verse in her Ode to Perfection! Scrambling to her knees as soon as she landed, The Dream wedged her shoulders into the pits of Jacobs’ knees and maneuvered forward until her hands were flat by the blonde’s shoulders and Double J was folded into a Matchbook that lasted through…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSycivgev_4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jacobs twisted out of the predicament with a whisper to spare, a show of resilience that earned cheers from the crowd and a round of derisive jeers from Wicked. Lisa paid none of it any mind, she was already scraping off the mat so she could sidle in close to secure the Three Quarters Facelock.
Jostling Jenny’s noggin from side to side, The Dream turned to all four sides of the ring either to show off her trophy, deliver a dire warning or both. “I’M PERFECT! NOT HER!” she gave Jenny’s head another possessive shake. “THE DREAM IS PERFECTION AND PERFECTION IS THE DREOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Jenny spun into the brunette’s grasp and brought her right thigh up across Lisa’s exposed tummy. It wasn’t the heaviest shot of the fight, but it doubled The Dream over long enough for the Innovator to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. There were some rumblings in the hope of a Bittersweet Encore, alas these were dashed when Jacobs cinched her arms around The Dream’s waist and swung her up onto the point of her right shoulder. The Canadian Backbreaker had Lisa wailing at once, however this spinal-realignment was only prologue to The Dream’s real troubles. She’d been racked for no more than three seconds when Jenny swung her down and dropped to a seat, the blonde landing in relative comfort while the former World Champion THWONKED down on the crown of her skull!
THE REVENGE OF ELIZABETH DANE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfRJQ3rXg3s
Frozen in a Dreamy three-point stance by the Revenge of Elizabeth Dane, Lisa didn’t so much as twitch until Jenny shoved her onto her back and stretched out across her in a tight Crossbody. Grim of eye and thin of lip, Wicked could only watch in silence as the crowd joined Castle in counting off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa lifted a shoulder off the mat, earning hatred from those assembled and an impressed round of applause from Daphne, Lucy and Mina. Back in the ring, Jenny ran a hand through her hair and looked around to appraise the situation. By some minor miracle the Wicked lasses were all lined up on the side facing the ramp, so the Innovator got to her feet and headed to a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Too tired for her usual acrobatics, JJ helped herself to the top rope and climbed into a perch on the top turnbu--
“Watch those fat feet, loser!” Lucy taunted, the brunette suddenly much closer than Jenny would’ve liked.
“Or better yet, don’t!” Mina smirked from the other side. “I’d love to see you crash and burn from that high up!”
Jacobs stood up and flipped them both the bird. “Would you get these bytches out of here, Nick?” she called without taking her eyes off Scandalous. “Their stench is making my eyes NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Infuriated to lose the Wannadream’s attention, a recently-risen Lisa rushed to the corner and drilled a perfectly Dreamy Uppercut between Jenny’s thighs! Jacobs sobbed, lost her balance and dropped to the second rope, knees almost knocking together as she fought to maintain her verticality. In this she was successful, unfortunately she was frozen in place while Lisa slipped through the ropes and climbed to the top from the outside. Holding onto the blonde’s hair to steady her own footing, Lisa straightened up and slung a leg over Jacobs’ head to take a seat on her shoulders.
“PERRRRRRRRFECT!” Daphne called. “Just PERFECT, Lisa! Now cave her f*cking head OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
Lisa snapped backward and dropped through the void to land flat on her belly whereas Jacobs was turned inside out and THAWHONKED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! The momentous force of the avalanche Dream Driver left Jenny in an insensate Matchbook, the devastated Innovator unable to slop off her shoulders before the Cracked Image of Human Perfection dropped down atop her upturned haunches in a miniature Splash. Swooping in beside the carnage, Castle didn’t even bother to check the blonde’s shoulders before he counted…
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zStkyNo3J1M
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa barrel rolled away from the crash site and hurried to boot leather, the brunette pulling at her own hair while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… RED LISA!”
“Excellent work, Lisa! Excellent work!” Daphne was still clapping. “I couldn’t have done it better mysewhoah… easy. Easy now, Lisa.”
The Dream had rolled out of the ring to go nose to nose with Daphne, the victorious battler breathing hard as she stared a hole through the Gatecrasher. Scandalous crept up behind Lisa, but Daphne twitched a hand to stop them in their tracks. Eventually Lisa tilted her head to one side and asked, “I’m perfect, right?”
“You’re better than perfect. You’re Lisa Dream.”
Dream grinned, leaned forward and planted a smacking kiss on Daphne’s forehead. “Yes, yes I am.” Then she backed off and traipsed up aisle, leaving Dufresne to let out a long, relieved breath.
“Well that was tense.” Lucy muttered as she and Mina strolled up beside the brunette. “Next time we want to do something dangerous maybe we could just juggle nitroglycerine instead?”
“Or put K-Pop on in the Slaughtered Lamb. That almost started a riot, remember?”
Daphne nodded, but her attention was solely for Jenny. “Only had to do it once. Now that bytch knows she can’t screw with us and get away with it.”
“Oh look, she’s starting to move.” Mina sniffed. “Want to put an end to that?”
“And pick Lisa’s bones?” Daphne replied. “No. I want her fresh when the time comes. That way she’s got no excuse for what happens next.”
Satisfied with the night’s work, Daphne turned on her heel and strolled up the aisle with Scandalous flanking either side and Jenny Jacobs smoldering in her wake.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream appeared.
RED LISA:
Realizing what Red Lisa’s done since her emergence from the fevered state of The Dream World; dismantling two destroyer class fighters back to back, following up her revenge on the not so good doctor with a destructive display against the Dangerous Dame, they watched with trepidation.
While the face and frame were 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 remain stirring and frightening.
The FAWNatics remained unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of madness. Wariness abounds as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa seemed poised to jump into the stands at the first sign of someone taking a bit too long to acknowledge her perfection.
Dream lurched down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, feral, tying to disembowel him until some late arriving FAWN security drew her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the towering bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and entered. She threw herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling jibberish.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She stared far and wide throughout the arena, realizing there’s no one yet in the ring for her to terrorize. Except Nick Castle. Just the sight of a drooling Lisa’s attention entirely on him convinced Castle to move to the ropes and dive through.
There’s no formerly customary microphone in Lisa’s clutches and it seemed no significant loss, as it’s unclear if she’s able to form a coherent sentence from the spits and growls emanating from her blood red lips.
As her music faded and she moved to the corner closest the ramp, Lisa’s hands wrapped around the top rope in a white-knuckle grip, painted nails matching her lips in hue.
The Announcer declared the arrival of this unnerving reincarnation of perfection.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit…from Orlando General’s Mental Ward…standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, she is the Perfect Nightmare… RED LISA!”
If the Bethany Christian thought changing Dream’s ‘hometown’ to address her time in the central Florida rubber room an uproarious troll job, Lisa did not. The Announcer barely escaped the squared circle with his skin.
The Ultimate Image then SLAMMED her forehead into a top buckle a half dozen times before spinning back to the center, laying down a Senton on the empty canvas, and cracking her left cheek with a half dozen wicked echoing slaps before the Announcer got back to work.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
The venom from the FAWNatics was still quite strong, though an undercurrent of cheers could be found among the hate, presumably because the former fan favorite had helped ex-BFF Autumn Sammain and longtime nemesis Maddy Crane an unexpected assist during their Tag Team match against the Scandalous duo of Lucy Harker & Mina Murray back at Mayhem. If Jenny heard the support she paid it no mind, indeed she looked as detached when she strode through the curtain a moment later. Pausing to survey the scene, the former World Champion raised the J’s for a few seconds, then tucked them into invisible holsters at each hip and started down the aisle.
Keeping a close eye on the snarling, gibbering creature that’d replaced a megalomaniac she knew well, Jacobs made quick time to the squared circle. For tonight’s battle she sported the indigo version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were a grim, matte black while her hair was swept back in a bob that just tickled her shoulders. It was an iconic look for the Innovator, one that never failed to seize the attention of supporter and detractor alike. Even so, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds remained silent as she made her way down the ramp. Her slow, patient stalking ended at the aisle, Jacobs bursting into a blurred sprint that took her under the bottom rope and well past middle ring before she bounded to her feet.
Joined by Nick Castle shortly thereafter, the blonde let him go through the final inspection though she was clearly more interested in the lurking, murmuring presence of Lisa Dream. “What the hell is this, Nick? Thought I was shut of this lunatic. Don’t tell me she’s sane enough to make her own matches.”
“I have no clue.” Castle admitted. “This is the work of the front office, far as I know.”
Jenny replied with a disgusted little snort. “Remind me to thank them later.” Nick’s only answer was an all clear, so the NorCal Sensation backed into the corner opposite her nightmarish adversary.
Very much aware that this was a different Lisa Dream from the one she’d battled off and on for more than a decade, Jenny Jacobs kept her eyes locked on the brunette, the Innovator looking for that all important tell that would let her know just what Lisa planned when the bell--CLANG!
The Walking Nightmare shot forward with a banshee shriek and damned if Jacobs didn’t rush the center to meet her halfway. Matching Dream step for step, Jacobs abruptly pivoted to one side and threw herself into a tumbling barrel roll aimed directly at Lisa’s shiNO! The Dream busted out some acrobatics of her own, namely a high speed somersault that took her directly over the blonde’s clever gambit.
Pushing to one knee while her adversary did the same, Jacobs ‘snapped’ her trunks back into place and nodded to properly acknowledge this development. “Interesting.” she murmured.
Such introspection was lost on The Dream, she scrambled to boot leather and came straight for the NorCal Sensation with her right arm outstretched for a sternum-cracking ClothesNOPE! Jenny dropped backward into an effortless bridge only to push herself upright the instant Lisa passed by. Blinking in confusion, the former World Champion whipped around to find her target and did so just as Jacobs took leave of the canvas. Back to the brunette, JJ twisted around in mid-air and lashed out with her right leg to THWHACK Dream upside the head with a Pele Kick from deep in left field!
ELUSIVE INNOVATION @ 1:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr7texcjLtY
Lisa took the blow flush, her head snapping to one side with the impact. Legs crossed as she began to lurch her way to safety, the Cracked Image of Human Perfection was most of the way to corner when Jenny caught her by the shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, LisNNNGGGHHH!”
Dream whipped ‘round on the spot and CRAAACKED her longtime rival across the chest with a resounding Knife-Edge Chop! Jenny reeled in place, offering Lisa a perfect opportunity to follow up with another Chop or something even less pleasant, instead the brunette grabbed the lower half of her foe’s face in an awkward claw grip and squeezed has hard as she could.
“NO TOUCH!” Red Lisa shrieked. “NEVER TOUCH PERFECTEERRGGHH!”
Jenny knocked the claw away with a forearm, hooked her other arm around the back of Lisa’s head and pulled her forward and down for a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED against the point of her chin! Dream rocked back on her heels, couldn’t get out of reach before Jacobs took hold of one wrist and sent her into the strands with an Irish Whip. The brisk run seemed to clear Lisa’s head, certainly her eyes were gleaming more maniacally than ever when she rushed back and-- Jenny hopped, planted her right foot against the taller wrestler’s chest and kicked off to stop Lisa’s progress while simultaneously creating some much needed distance with the back-flip.
“SNEAKY!” The Dream bellowed at the blonde. “Stand still and fi--”
THWHACK!
Jenny leapt in direct defiance of this demand, the blue-clad swinging over near the apex to smash her right foot against the side of Lisa’s noggin. The Enzugiri dropped The Dream to one knee, that feverish, manic energy seemingly stymied by the regular application of stiff kicks. Her situation grew no better when Jenny caught her bowed head in a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Catching hold of Lisa’s red leather, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds hoisted The Dream up to about two o’clock, then spun over and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lisa to the deck with a combination of Vertical Suplex and Neckbreaker. Lisa didn’t bounce up this time so Jenny threw herself across the brunette’s midsection and hooked the far leg to see how much she’d get for…
STANDING ENZUGIRI & SUPLEX LIFT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPFhEPjV2LI
ONE…
Lisa kicked out and got to her feet in a flash which forced Jacobs to do the same. “I know you.” Lisa said softly as the wrestlers began to circle. “You’re sneaky. Tricksy. Tricksy little Wannadream.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’. “You’re confusing me with Crane. Or maybe London. They’ve both clever and tricksy. Me? I’m the best. You may remember me from the time I almost stripped you naked in this very ring. Or from the time I almost broke your back? That was this ring too. Though I understand why you might not remember that, seeing as how Celia had the Sisters haul your pathetic ass to mental hospital right after the--”
“NO HOSPITALS!” Lisa stormed in, her rage too sudden and too strong for Jacobs to avoid with any of her usual acrobatics. Plunging her left hand deep into the blonde’s locks, The Dream yanked Jenny’s head from side to side all while hammering away at shoulders, belly, ribs and of course, mouth. The look on Dream’s face suggested she’d silence that hateful, yammering tongue if it was the last thing she ever did.
Suffering beneath the brunette’s roughhousing barrage, Jacobs blocked what punches she could and eventually got her hands laced across the back of The Dream’s neck. Yanking her down and forward, the Innovator kept it nice and simple with half a dozen hard Kneelifts to Lisa’s leather-sheathed midsection! Lisa didn’t much enjoy the counterattack, but rather than break away she pulled Jenny’s head back as far as she could. Then, without actually looking, she crooked her punchin’ hand into a three-fingered, C-shaped claw and jabbed it into the Wannadream’s surprised mouth!
MANDIBLE CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgIOqnIsHcA
Now, Jenny Jacobs had far more experience with the Mandible Claw than she’d ever care to admit and since her wars with a certain Superlative Soprano she’d formulated no less than half a dozen ways to free herself from that particular predicament. But she’d never once seen Lisa Dream use this hold and the shock of it shorted her thinking long enough to let the Ultimate Image bear down on it for a good three or four seconds. And three or four seconds in the Mandible Claw was enough to drop Jenny to one knee, the NorCal Sensation struggling and sputtering around Lisa’s encroaching digits.
“No hospitals. No nurses.” The Dream nodded as she spoke, presumably agreeing with her own mumbled pronouncements. “We’ll settle this right here. Just between us. Doesn’t that sound loveOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!”
In truth the prospect sounded terrifying, but the threat of it provided Jenny all the motivation she needed to work her thumbs beneath the brunette’s hooked fingers. Prizing The Dream’s digits into something like a half-assed Vulcan sigil, Jacobs extracted the Claw and slowly clambered to her feet, the blonde ensuring compliance by maintaining steady pressure on Lisa’s trapped hand. “Far as I’m concerned things are already settled.” Jenny huffed. “I made you tap. Made you give up your precious leather. Made Celia realize you weren’t fit for anything better than a padded cell. So yeah, we’re settled. But if you want to figh--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa slapped her HARD with her free hand, the blonde’s cheek immediately going an angry red. Jenny paid her back with another sharp tug on those fingers, but The Dream doubled down with another hard slap. After that she caught the blonde’s chin between thumb and forefinger and growled, “No. Hospitals. We… settle this… ourselvAAARRRRGGGGHH!”
Jenny went up on tiptoes and stomped down while simultaneously wrenching Lisa’s parted fingers one last time! “You sure you wanna write off hospitals?” she muttered when Lisa stuffed that aching hand under her armpit. “Looks to me like you could use a docOOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
“NO DOCTORS!”
Red Lisa buried a shoulder in Jenny’s midsection and plowed forward, her boundless rage more than enough to send both former World Champions tumbling through the ropes to land in a rude heap on the floor below.
For all the Dreamophobes, bad news. Lisa landed atop Jacobs, giving the blonde much the worse of the impact and an upper hand in taking control on the outside. The FAWN and other feds legend frothed as she pushed to her feet and tugged Jacobs there by a wrist.
“You want to play?” The Dream screeched while aiming Jenny down the length of the ring then heaving her with an Irish Whip.
This time, there’s no innovative way out of being sent sprinting toward the steel barricade at the end of the line. Jacobs turned and veritably flew into the metal with an awful CRASH! Jenny bounces off her spine wrenched in a severe arch, the back of a hand rubbing the base of her backbone, her face etched in agony. But Red Lisa wasn’t nearly done.
Surging toward her foe, Dream lifted a big boot and SMASHED it into the blonde’s chin, sending Jenny’s noggin whipping toward the thinly-padded cement as she’s leveled, the bounce from the back of her skull off the floor making a sickening THUD.
As The Dream skidded to a stop, a maniacal grin emerged, parting Lisa’s blood-red lips. She wiped some of the foam from them and flicked into the front row to the disgust of some getting hit, to the delight of others.
Castle was slow with his count, realizing Lisa, in her state, might not be able to count and/or might only be able to understand gibberish. What was ‘SIX’ in gibberish? Nick couldn’t say.
Thankfully for those that wanted to see a conclusive winner, Lisa scraped the blonde putty from the floor and leaned Double-J against the side of the ring, back to the squared circle.
“I KNOW YOU!” Lisa shouted, tugging at her dark, shoulder-length locks, seemingly realizing more intensely Jenny did indeed provide the impetus for Celia and the Sisters of Mercy to lock her in the padded cell that became her home for many months.
“YOU HELPED THEM.”
The Dream allowed for interpretation on who ‘THEM’ might be, though her recent victims were a good guess.
“YOU MADE PEOPLE BELIEVE I’M NOT PERFECT!”
Lisa spun the dazed Jacobs to face Castle then sank a set of nails into the blonde’s scalp and drew her braincase back. The Personification of Perfection SLAMMED Jacobs’ forehead into the canvas a half-dozen times then stuffed her foe back in under the ropes. Lisa hopped to the apron and eased through then turned and grabbed the top cable with both hands, bouncing it up and down wildly.
“BUT I AM. I AM!”
Nick backed away, palms raised plaintively when Red Lisa glared in his direction.
“Am I perfect, Mister?” she asked, her tone a chilling combination of plaintive and unstable.
Castle, no dope, nodded enthusiastically and Lisa immediately chuckled with pride.
“See?!”
Lisa came from Jenny’s six as the wobbly blonde rose. She slipped alongside, grabbed Jacobs’ head in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared Jenny to a tailbone-bruising seat on the mat. Turning to the ropes behind the woman of umpteen holds, she raced to them. Lisa rebounded and flipped over Jenny’s left shoulder, grabbing Jacobs’ noggin on the fly by and POUNDING her foe’s face into the deck with a Rolling Neck Snap. Jenny’s skull and upper body shot back from the forced ‘canvas sandwich’ and Jacobs ended staring at the rafters with blurry baby blues.
“YOU’RE…NOT…PERFECT!”
The chant from the crowd started low at first but Lisa’s perked ears heard it immediately and by the time it gained momentum she was tearing at her hair, screaming bloody murder and bouncing off the ropes like they’re the walls of her very own padded cell.
Lisa ‘danced’ around the ring, covering her ears and blubbering. Only when Jenny made it back to hands and knees did she seem to recognize Jacobs’ existence, but did she ever at that point.
Dropping to her knees beside Jenny’s left hip, she fashioned her left hand into talons and scooped it between the blonde’s thighs before clamping down with a vicious Crotch Claw, index and middle finger still moist from her mandible version not that long ago.
The body of the NorCal Sensation stiffened, eyes bugging then welling. Jacobs bit her lower lip, frame seemingly frozen in pain as Red Lisa cinched and squeezed.
“You’ll quit from this end,” Lisa insisted, her underhand grip working well until Jenny had the intestinal fortitude to ignore the anguish and scissored the invading limb. And when Jenny rolled her hips to end re-seated, she wrapped her palms around Lisa’s wrist, tugging her foe’s tines loose from their assault, pulling the Dream’s arm higher between the crossed legs.
Jenny fell to her back, Arm bar locked in place and Lisa squirming in pain. Jacobs twisted the captured limb and drew a startlingly sane scream of agony from the leather-clad lunatic.
“They’ll only need a one arm for your new straightjacket when I’m done,” the Innovator threatened and she works the limb like she meant to unscrew it at the shoulder.
The red painted streaks from Lisa’s lower lids to her cheek were smeared from side to side as the anguish forced Lisa to reflexively draw her free arm across her face, covering the welling tears from the prying eyes of the FAWNatics. The Dream flailed like a fish out of water, trying to free herself but unable, the wing of the Ultimate Image close to being torn from its socket. Double-J grit her teeth, hanging on like a dog with her favorite bone.
Although Red Lisa couldn’t wrest her limb free, she’s able to pivot her thrashing body close enough to the saving strands to lay an ankle over the bottom cable and shriek “FREE…DOM!”
Castle dutifully started his count and the Innovator gave up Lisa’s limb like she’s in love, sorrowfully parting with the perfectly mangled arm. The leather-clad lunatic wasn’t so absorbed by her psychosis she didn’t feel the extreme pain in her extremity and she cradled the arm close, covering up in a corner like a whipped puppy, mewling then growling when Jacobs closed the distance to reassert her advantage.
Lisa shot a leg out in protection more than attack and Jenny snatched it at the ankle. She dragged a twisting, snorting Dream out of the corner until the blonde reached center stage with the writhing psychotic.
After a few failed lunges, Jenny corralled Lisa’s opposite leg and spread them wide, looking down at the fiery Red Lisa.
“You need to learn sane can be more dangerous than crazy.”
The Dream’s dark eyes went wide with both fear and anger as she crunched up, her hands fluttering near the vulnerable juncture of her thighs. “NonononononononomustnttouchmusnthurtnononoperfectperfectperfectperfectperWHOAAAAH!”
Jacobs went up tiptoe but instead of going to one knee she dipped into a quick crouch and shoved Lisa’s legs forward to send the fuming brunette tumbling onto all fours in a sloppy somersault. Not that the lack of style slowed The Dream in the slightest, she immediately rose to her knees and-- the NorCal Sensation surged in and THWHONKED the point of her left knee between the former World Champion’s eyes! Lisa reeled on the spot without tumbling to the mat, so Jenny backed off, drew a bead on her target, then hopped forward and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick offa Dream’s forehead!
FAWN’s Walking Nightmare toppled to one side only to roll to her stomach before Jenny could do more than consider a cover. “Hell of a lot more resilient than ‘sane’ you.” the blonde admitted as she filled her hands with The Dream’s red-streaked locks. “Luckily for your long term health I’ve got access to some painkillers that even Celia can’t touch.”
More than willing to empty the dispensary if it meant putting an end to Lisa’s insane reign of terror, Double J scraped the other wrestler off the mat and neatly dipped her head beneath Dream’s right shoulder while simultaneously curling her own right arm around the taller woman’s chest. Gripping the nape of Lisa’s neck in her right hand, Jacobs hooked the back of Dream’s left thigh and hoisted it up a heartbeat before she popped her hips and slung her brunette burden up, over and DOWN with a thunderous Exploder!
EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw3XKVUyrM8
The Dream landed flat on her back, bounced to a seat, then rolled to all fours and started to ri-- Jacobs closed in fast, catching her foe in a Standing Headscissors she strengthened with a brawny Double Underhook. With Lisa’s Dreamy pipes reduced to so much hapless wriggling, Jenny flipped her upside down, the lithesome brunette’s toes pointing at the rafters. More than one FAWNatic called for a Deschain Driver and the look that crossed Jenny’s face suggested she’d thought the same thing, but in the end she only went down on one knee, all the better to THUNK Lisa’s sore left shoulder into the posted joint!
The Cracked Image of Human Perfection rolled to a slumped seat, her left hand rubbing gingerly at the wounded shoulder. “Nastylittlewannadream.” she said it as a single rushed word. “Neverbreakme. NevergonnasendmebacktothatplacNONONO!”
Jenny didn’t much care where Lisa went once the match was over, she just wanted to pile on the negative reinforcement while the brunette encroached on her squared circle. To that end she laid claim to The Dream’s left wrist and yanked the limb away from her torso so she could administer a quick, hard Soccer Kick to the exposed shoulder. The strike seemed to slow those already scrambled defenses, giving the Innovator enough time to fold Lisa’s trapped wing around her (Jenny’s) left forearm. Gripping her right wrist for extra leverage, Jacobs grabbed The Dream’s left wrist in her right hand and wrenched up on the Kimura hard enough to make Lisa beat her heels against the canvas.
“I might’ve been wrong about the strength of your medication.” Jenny admitted as she worked the simple joint-lock. “Clearly it’s wiped your memory if you don’t remember all those times I made you tap this very--”
“I NEVER QUIT!” The Dream shrieked at the top of her lungs. “RED LISA NEVER QUITS! PERFECTION NEVER QUITSSAAAAAARRRRRHHHH!”
Jenny swung her right leg over the brunette’s injured shoulder so that her tush was pressed to the side of Lisa’s noggin. From there she laid out on her back and threaded her left leg over the back of Dream’s head to make the Kimura that much more unpleasant. “You know, you’re right.” Jacobs muttered as she yoked up on the Kimura and pressed down with her encroaching leg. “I’ve never made Red Lisa quit, at least not before tonight. But Lisa Dream? I made her quit over and over again. Because she wasn’t perfect. And neither are you!”
Suffering attacks on two fronts, Lisa was almost doubled over, her face only inches from the thinly-sheathed plywood. “What do you say, Lisa?” Castle asked once he saw the trapped bendy-back chewing on her bottom lip. “Need me to call for the be--”
“NO!” Dream barked. “NO BELLS! NO DOCTORS! NO QUITEERRRGGGHH!”
Jenny bore down on the Scissor until Lisa’s forehead hit the canvas. “Deny it all you want.” Jenny growled. “Won’t stop me from digging the quit outta ya one more timAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAHK!” Lisa pushed up enough to create some clearance between her head and the mat. In the next instant she reached across with her right hand and affixed another white-knuckled claw to the blonde’s crotch. Training all her focus on the Kimura in an effort to ignore the creeping anguish of Lisa’s grip, Jacobs huffed, “Let go of my trunks, bytch. Or I’ll cave your head in, swear to God I UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lisa dug in even harder, the suffering former World Champion clearly willing to escape by any means necessary. Noting the sudden sheen in the blonde’s eyes, Nick said, “What do you say, Jenny? Want to give it--” Jenny kicked her left foot straight up, then brought it down to smash her calf into the back of Dream’s neck and her heel into the brunette’s right shoulder. The counter to a counter loosened Lisa’s grip ever so briefly, however there was still far too much talon in her trunks for the Innovator’s liking, so she repeated the tactic over and over again, Jenny just bludgeoning away at the back of Lisa’s skull until--
The Dream let go only to ball that hand into a Hammer Fist that she THUMPED between the blonde’s thighs!
Eyes closed tight against the anguish, Jacobs released the Kimura and rolled one way while Lisa crawled in the opposite. Backs to one another, blonde and brunette curled into nearly identical fetal balls, though Jenny’s hands tended to her throbbing center while Lisa’s were divided between her ringing head and shredded right shoulder.
With both competitors down and out, the Senior Official posted up between them and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
A roar from the crowd caused Castle to falter in his delivery, the ref surprised because neither Lisa or Jenny had made it off all fours. But a quick glance around the ringside aisle revealed the reason for their alarm. To his left stood Mina Murray. To his right was Lucy Harker and directly behind? None other than Daphne Dufresne. The Wicked trio didn’t say so much as a word, so Castle returned his attention to the count only to discover Lisa and Jenny had clambered to their fe--
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
Jenny saw Lucy and straightened up fast. “What the hell do you think you’re do--”
Red Lisa dipped her head under Jacobs’ left arm, caught a half Waistlock and pressed her free hand to the back of the blonde’s left thigh, all the better to power her up and over, Jenny flipped ass over teakettle at the apex to THAWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Double J landed hard, but bounced to one knee and started to rise almost at once. This durability proved detrimental when Lisa hurried in and pulled her left arm behind her back in a Chickenwing, albeit one that was applied with The Dream snuggled in close against the Innovator’s left side. The reason for this unique positioning became apparent when Lisa reached across her foe’s back with her left arm and hooked Jenny’s right arm just above the elbow. Jenny’s eyes widened as she registered the trouble, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to keep the Cracked Image of Human Perfection from muscling her up n’ over, then sitting out, Lisa turning the awkward looking set-up into a short, brutal Powerbomb that dropped the NorCal Sensation flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Scrambling to one knee after the landing, Lisa stretched out across Jacobs upturned haunches to keep her trapped through the…
DREAMY BACKDROP & NIGHTMARE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJTJ4WoJH8I
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny exploded out from under the Red Storm, sending Lisa tumbling a few feet away while the blonde pooled out in a stunned spreadeagle, seemingly having spent all her immediate energy in the escape.
Lisa settled on her haunches, staring at the dilapidated Jacobs instead of continuing her attack. Dream tugged at her multihued hair, apparently trying to determine how such a perfectly-executed maneuver hadn’t finished off Jenny.
How could it compute? Perfect move by a perfect wrestler. Lisa slapped her own face, trying to awaken from a nonsensical nightmare. All she could come up with was the Innovator deserved to be punished for breaking the laws of nature.
The Dream hopped to her feet and scurried to the nearest corner. She climbed to the middle ropes and turned to view her target. Red Lisa headbanged like she’s at a Metallica concert in preparation for her flight and, when Jacobs started to rise, The Dream launched squashing the flaxen-haired bug back to the deck with a vicious Double Stomp to the chest that forced a grunt of an exhale from the tattered Double-J.
The Ultimate Image bounced off her landing pad and celebrated by running to the ropes and hugging the top strand while looking out on the crowd maniacally. The FAWNatics, who’d mostly held their judgment against this feral version of the pre-asylum Dream, erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos, the support for The Dream no doubt assisted by the disdain her foe had shown for the fans these last few years. It’s not clear to which Lisa responded when she hopped to the middle cable, grabbing the top, and back-flipped into a perfect Dreamysault, her midriff CRASHING down on the tanned tummy of Jacobs. Jenny folded in a jackknife around the impaling impact and melted to the canvas.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Instead of hooking a leg, the mumbling Dream pressed a palm down on Jenny’s chin at one end and a thigh on the other for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jacobs rolled away from Lisa’s covering frame, lifting a shoulder up in the process and The Dream was left to sputter how, eyes shifting from side to side wildly.
“Nonono! You stay down! I stay perfect!”
Lisa scrambled to Jenny and covered her again.
ONE…
TWO…
Same result.
Again, The Dream refused to believe.
Cover.
ONE…
Kick out.
A blood-curdling shriek echoed through the arena, one that backed Castle up. He looked toward the timekeeper, seemingly wondering if he can could the match on account of terror.
Red Lisa wasn’t interested in instilling anxiety, only retribution. Finally convinced Jacobs wasn’t ready to stay down, she tugged the reeling Jenny to her feet, Jacobs stooped and gasping, even more so when Lisa lifted a knee into the blonde’s navel, gutting her foe again.
With Jacobs’ noggin properly situated, Lisa grabbed Jenny by the ears and inserted her head between the red leather encasing Dream’s thighs. The Personification of Perfection clamped down in a Standing Headscissors and everyone knew what’s coming next as a wild-eyed Lisa fashioned her palms into paddles. Everyone it seemed but the blonde in blue. Jenny’s arms wrapped around the stems of the Dream and, with a loud grunt, Jenny straightens and sent Lisa flipping over with a back body drop, The Walking Nightmare landing on her cowskin-covered backside.
The startled Lisa’s hands shot to her rump, massaging her tailbone, face twisted in pain instead of lunacy. A turning Double-J took a moment to suck in a couple extra deep breaths before latching onto Red Lisa’s streaked locks, tugging The Dream up and around and sweeping the head of the Ultimate Image between her legs.
Cinching tight on the squirming Lisa’s skull, Jenny breathlessly asked, “Is this what you were trying to do?”
THWAP.
The Dream’s body flinched.
“Don’t! My ass is perfeCAHHHH”
THWAPQ! THWAP! THWAP!
The NorCal Sensation let loose with a wild bongo solo of slaps that had the crowd going wild, a moment in time like the old days of her love affair with them. It had Red Lisa howling in pain and frustration at her Bittersweet Symphony made much more bitter than sweet.
Jenny, clearly enjoying filling Lisa’s prescription, spanked away at her masterpiece until she’s sure Lisa’s skin was as red as the leather covering it. Finally she released her Scissors and allowed The Dream to pull free, Lisa’s hands reflexively moving to her blistering backside.
As The Dream tended to her scalded cheeks, Jacobs sidled behind her foe and wrapped an arm around Lisa’s waist while slipping the other under The Dream’s derriere. She vaulted Lisa into the air, the brunette’s legs pointed toward the rafters as Jenny spun through a full revolution, only letting Lisa drop after a full 360 degrees, then PLANTING tailbone to bended knee.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
Lisa hopped away from the impact, hands perhaps now permanently glued to her arse. But Jenny didn’t let her wander, moving alongside The Dream and locking on a Side Headlock.
This being the master of 8,675,309 holds, the crowd knew something beautiful was coming and they’re not disappointed when Double-J backflipped into her devastating Spivey Point Driller. Jacobs’ tucked knees stabbed into the spine of the psychotic rubber room refugee when Lisa’s yanked off her feet and into an ungodly version of a Lungblower only the Innovator could pull off.
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Lisa spasmed like she’s had another session of electroshock therapy and Jacobs tried to calm her under a pinning predicament, keeping Red Lisa’s shoulders flat to the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s Lisa’s turn to deny victory, The Dream shouting “NO!” as she lifted a shoulder off the canvas with Castle’s hand coming down for the win.
Jacobs slapped the mat lightly in disappointment, taking her foe’s stubborn refusal to lose in better stride than the lunatic next to her had. The blonde shoved the barely sentient Dream to her chest and scissored up her foe’s near leg. She then dove on the back of The Dream and quickly secures a Full Nelson, Lisa only now realizing what’s happening.
It’s too late for the Ultimate Image, her wriggling ineffective in stopping Jenny from rolling to her back and pulling Lisa on top of her in a full nelson STF that had Lisa cursing and yelping and Castle asking if The Dream wants to end things.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Lisa spat out gibberish Nick interpreted as a ‘no’, waving the ‘safe’ sign at the timekeeper.
Meanwhile, Jacobs continued to wrench on her grip, whispering less than sweet nothings in Lisa’s ear that had The Dream frothing in a fury. But her body remained unable to break free of Jacob’s precision.
“Time to put you down,” Jenny added. “For good.”
“Nonononono!” Lisa burbled as she squirmed harder than ever against the torturous hold. “PerfectionisforeverperfectionneverdiesperfectiongoesonandMRGH!”
Jenny rolled Lisa back onto her stomach and used the Nelson to drive her opponent’s face into the canvas for a brisk back ’n forth scrubbing! “Enough of your mouth.” Jacobs said, her voice cold. “Until you’re ready to say the magic wo--”
“Don’t listen to her, Lisa!”
“Yeah, f*ck that Wannadream! We believe in you!”
“Get outta there and show that fugly loser what perfection looks like!”
Jenny and Lisa both looked up, confusion etched on their faces. The situation cleared, at least for the former, when she spied Daphne, Lucy and Mina offering up their opinions from three different sides of the squared circle. Seeing they were the center of attention again, Wicked began to pound the apron with both hands, a simple rhythm they compounded with a familiar pro-wrestling chant. ‘F*CK HER UP, LISA! F*CK HER UP!’
The FAWNatics did their best to drown out the support with a whole lotta jeers, but the terrible trio had proximity and enthusiasm to spare and damned if The Dream didn’t start scrabbling her way across the canvas. “You gotta be freaking kidding me.” Jenny huffed as she doubled down on wrenching Lisa’s neck with the Full Nelson. “You think those bytches give a damn about you? They’re only out here to--”
“Baskinmyperfection!” Lisa said it as a single word. “TheyrecognizemyDreamyinesSAAAAHHHHH STAAAHHP!”
The Innovator went all in on breaking the brunette’s will, Jenny just wrenching Lisa’s noggin back and forth as hard as she could. Lucy and Mina saw The Dream’s right hand start to waver and promptly sprang up on their respective sides of the squared circle to harangue Castle about his shoddy officiating. “Don’t bother with them, Nick!” Jenny grunted. “They’re just a distraction, it’s this bytch you’ve gotta dammit!”
Mina started to come through the ropes, forcing the official to break away from his charges. Soon as his attention was elsewhere Daphne grabbed the bottom rope in both hands and pushed it in until Lisa caught it in a death-grip. “BREAAAAAAAAAAK!” the Ultimate Image bellowed even as Dufresne strutted away to confer with Scandalous, who’d grown far more satisfied with Castle’s efforts only heartbeats prior.
Jenny didn’t wait for the zebra’s response, she abandoned the hooks of her own volition and filled her hands with Red Lisa’s battle-damp locks. “Crazy bytch.” the blonde growled in the midst of hauling The Dream to her feet. “You really are outta your mind if you think those three ERRGH!”
Lisa palmed Jacobs’ noggin as she was rising and drilled a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Eyes watering, Jenny made to push The Dream away, but the brunette caught her in a Front Facelock and strengthened her control by hooking the left leg immediately thereafter. Giggling like a lunatic, Lisa muscled the NorCal Sensation all the way to high noon, then swung her back the way she’d came while simultaneously dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Jenny’s spine into the thinly-sheathed plywood with the third verse in her Ode to Perfection! Scrambling to her knees as soon as she landed, The Dream wedged her shoulders into the pits of Jacobs’ knees and maneuvered forward until her hands were flat by the blonde’s shoulders and Double J was folded into a Matchbook that lasted through…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSycivgev_4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jacobs twisted out of the predicament with a whisper to spare, a show of resilience that earned cheers from the crowd and a round of derisive jeers from Wicked. Lisa paid none of it any mind, she was already scraping off the mat so she could sidle in close to secure the Three Quarters Facelock.
Jostling Jenny’s noggin from side to side, The Dream turned to all four sides of the ring either to show off her trophy, deliver a dire warning or both. “I’M PERFECT! NOT HER!” she gave Jenny’s head another possessive shake. “THE DREAM IS PERFECTION AND PERFECTION IS THE DREOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Jenny spun into the brunette’s grasp and brought her right thigh up across Lisa’s exposed tummy. It wasn’t the heaviest shot of the fight, but it doubled The Dream over long enough for the Innovator to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. There were some rumblings in the hope of a Bittersweet Encore, alas these were dashed when Jacobs cinched her arms around The Dream’s waist and swung her up onto the point of her right shoulder. The Canadian Backbreaker had Lisa wailing at once, however this spinal-realignment was only prologue to The Dream’s real troubles. She’d been racked for no more than three seconds when Jenny swung her down and dropped to a seat, the blonde landing in relative comfort while the former World Champion THWONKED down on the crown of her skull!
THE REVENGE OF ELIZABETH DANE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfRJQ3rXg3s
Frozen in a Dreamy three-point stance by the Revenge of Elizabeth Dane, Lisa didn’t so much as twitch until Jenny shoved her onto her back and stretched out across her in a tight Crossbody. Grim of eye and thin of lip, Wicked could only watch in silence as the crowd joined Castle in counting off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa lifted a shoulder off the mat, earning hatred from those assembled and an impressed round of applause from Daphne, Lucy and Mina. Back in the ring, Jenny ran a hand through her hair and looked around to appraise the situation. By some minor miracle the Wicked lasses were all lined up on the side facing the ramp, so the Innovator got to her feet and headed to a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Too tired for her usual acrobatics, JJ helped herself to the top rope and climbed into a perch on the top turnbu--
“Watch those fat feet, loser!” Lucy taunted, the brunette suddenly much closer than Jenny would’ve liked.
“Or better yet, don’t!” Mina smirked from the other side. “I’d love to see you crash and burn from that high up!”
Jacobs stood up and flipped them both the bird. “Would you get these bytches out of here, Nick?” she called without taking her eyes off Scandalous. “Their stench is making my eyes NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Infuriated to lose the Wannadream’s attention, a recently-risen Lisa rushed to the corner and drilled a perfectly Dreamy Uppercut between Jenny’s thighs! Jacobs sobbed, lost her balance and dropped to the second rope, knees almost knocking together as she fought to maintain her verticality. In this she was successful, unfortunately she was frozen in place while Lisa slipped through the ropes and climbed to the top from the outside. Holding onto the blonde’s hair to steady her own footing, Lisa straightened up and slung a leg over Jacobs’ head to take a seat on her shoulders.
“PERRRRRRRRFECT!” Daphne called. “Just PERFECT, Lisa! Now cave her f*cking head OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”
Lisa snapped backward and dropped through the void to land flat on her belly whereas Jacobs was turned inside out and THAWHONKED down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! The momentous force of the avalanche Dream Driver left Jenny in an insensate Matchbook, the devastated Innovator unable to slop off her shoulders before the Cracked Image of Human Perfection dropped down atop her upturned haunches in a miniature Splash. Swooping in beside the carnage, Castle didn’t even bother to check the blonde’s shoulders before he counted…
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zStkyNo3J1M
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa barrel rolled away from the crash site and hurried to boot leather, the brunette pulling at her own hair while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… RED LISA!”
“Excellent work, Lisa! Excellent work!” Daphne was still clapping. “I couldn’t have done it better mysewhoah… easy. Easy now, Lisa.”
The Dream had rolled out of the ring to go nose to nose with Daphne, the victorious battler breathing hard as she stared a hole through the Gatecrasher. Scandalous crept up behind Lisa, but Daphne twitched a hand to stop them in their tracks. Eventually Lisa tilted her head to one side and asked, “I’m perfect, right?”
“You’re better than perfect. You’re Lisa Dream.”
Dream grinned, leaned forward and planted a smacking kiss on Daphne’s forehead. “Yes, yes I am.” Then she backed off and traipsed up aisle, leaving Dufresne to let out a long, relieved breath.
“Well that was tense.” Lucy muttered as she and Mina strolled up beside the brunette. “Next time we want to do something dangerous maybe we could just juggle nitroglycerine instead?”
“Or put K-Pop on in the Slaughtered Lamb. That almost started a riot, remember?”
Daphne nodded, but her attention was solely for Jenny. “Only had to do it once. Now that bytch knows she can’t screw with us and get away with it.”
“Oh look, she’s starting to move.” Mina sniffed. “Want to put an end to that?”
“And pick Lisa’s bones?” Daphne replied. “No. I want her fresh when the time comes. That way she’s got no excuse for what happens next.”
Satisfied with the night’s work, Daphne turned on her heel and strolled up the aisle with Scandalous flanking either side and Jenny Jacobs smoldering in her wake.