Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:39:57 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freak Show, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
ONE ARMED SCISSOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ge6ttcFrvA
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. Seeing the camera pull in close, Cali leaned in and asked, “A question for the brightest among you. Why do ships carry cargo and trucks carry shipments?”
CALLIOPE:
After a rather awkward pause the fella running the camera asked, “I don’t know. Why?”
Cali looked perturbed. “I have no idea! That’s why I was asking, talking camera!”
With this mystery still unsolved, she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For tonight‘s very special occasion, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept Nick Castle in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, then headed to the far corner to await her flawless foe.
Within the arena bowl, the FAWNatics began to chant “CRAY-ZEE. CRAY-ZEE.”
From behind the curtain, Lisa assured herself the Wannadreams were confirming her challenger’s psychosis and not. No. They could never be. Not about her.
Dream shook her head violently as if to dislodge the thought from her brain. Thankfully, a loud bang heralded a flawless light show that filled the upper stage. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon appeared and moved to center stage, taking the spotlight figuratively and literally. The crowd spewed their venom and Lisa looked upon them with utter disdain, every single one jealous of her perfection instead of celebrating it.
LISA DREAM:
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa trained her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawlessness wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of perfection even the most obtuse could not avoid.
Satisfied with her bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection moving gracefully down the ramp and aisle, then ascending the ring steps with all the surety of someone who’s known from birth she’s without a single shortcoming.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
The Luscious One moved to the middle, unfastened her belt, and raised it high, staring a hole through her challenger.
“You’ve got to be insane to believe you have a chance.”
Calliope puckered and blew a kiss, causing Lisa to flush, barely containing her anger.
Dream was clad in skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Her long, black cowhide pants reach down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. 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.
With a stewing Lisa moving to her corner, the Announcer took his cue.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and seventeen pounds, she IS the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream exchanged her title for a microphone from an attendant and strolled back to the center. Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until they fell silent. She pulled the stick from hip to lips.
“You don’t deserve my wisdom,” Lisa informed.
The Dream dropped the mic and kicked it out of the ring. She motioned for the Frightener to move forward and take an impeccable beating.
Calliope didn’t just leave her corner when the bell sounded, the One Woman Freak Show made a grand exit in the form of a few handsprings, a one-handed cartwheel and a high vertical leap that segued into perfect 450 somersault. Landing on her feet with a crisp little ‘thump’ Cali brought her heels together and shot both hands up in a jaunty V, an impressive approximation of a gymnast sticking the dismount. “And that’s a perfect ten from Domi Daly!” she crowed like the quintessential excited sportscaster. “What a comeback story, Daly’s a golden girl in two thousand twen-- oh, hey Red? What’re you doing at the Olympics?”
Still in her corner, Lisa Dream was far less enthused by the challenger’s capering. Ignoring Calliope for the moment, she spared an incredulous glance at Nick Castle. “Has she been drug tested recently?”
“As recently as everyone else.” the Senior Official replied at once.
Disgusted by what was cuh-learly a massive lapse in the promotion’s wellness policy, Lisa stomped to the center of the ring not with her hands raised for a Lock-Up, but planted firmly on her hips. It seemed she wanted to talk to the manager.
“Just how in the name of Sweet Perfection did you worm your way into this match? The last time we even shared a card you were losing a Battle Royale and I was winning the World Championship!”
“I beat Portia in a number one contender’s match a couple weeks ago, don’t you remember, Red?”
Dream gawped at the lunatic’s audacity.
“Why you insolent little toe-rag, how dare you disgrace these perfect ears with such a bold-faced LIE! If that gold-plated Wannadream had dared return to my ring I would’ve made a point of crushing her on the spot!”
Calliope frowned, as though Lisa were impugning her honor.
“I did TOO beat her! Five straight games of Words With Friends! I mean, Baby’s not really anyone’s friend, but PowerSkirt McBossLady heard about it and she figured it qualified me for a shot against you, Red. So how do you settle this? Scattegories? Paper, Rock, Scissors? Pokemon Go?”
“First off, it’s Rock, Paper, Sciss--”
Lisa caught herself, raised a palm to keep herself from being drawn any further into Calliope’s contagious imperfection.
“I apologize, Wannadream. It doesn’t matter how you got here. All it matters is what happens now.”
CRACK!
The Ultimate Image left a wonderful welt across her opponent’s cheek with a Knife-Edge Chop strong enough to spin Cali ‘round in a half circle. Dream could’ve gone for the Frightener’s hair but she raaaaaaaaaaked her back instead, Lisa finally flashing that perfect smile when her foe yelped and shot up on tiptoe. Now she helped herself to the other woman’s hair, Dream catching double fistfuls of green locks so she could march Calliope over to the nearest corner and bwung-bwung-BWUNG her forehead against the top turnbuckle in a trio of concussive collisions!
The Queen of Outré Space shuddered without losing her footing, so The Dream spun her ‘round and smooshed her cheeks together in a disrespectful ‘fish face’ so she could better continue her verbal dressing down. “Don’t even PRETEND that you deserve to share this ring with me, Wannadream! You’re only here because Bethany Christian is a vindictive little turd that delights in finding new ways to AARRRRRHHH! BITING!” Lisa wailed to anyone within the sound of her perfect pitch. “SHE’S BITING NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
No exaggeration there, Calliope was energetically gnawing on the index finger Dream had shoved in her face. Only lasted a few seconds though, as the Eclectic Eel spat the digit out so she could drive a quick Headbutt into the bridge of Lisa’s nose. The Reflection of Perfection stumbled back a step, then ceded a whole lot more when Calliope hooked her arms over the top rope and brought her knees up high for a huge Mule Kick that sent Lisa flying! Dream hit flat on her back, tumbled through the landing and sprang to verticality quickly enough, but she was still several steps behind the challenger, who’d rushed from the corner to run the ropes on Lisa’s left.
As of yet unaware of Calliope’s imminent arrival, The Dream was effectively defenseless when the green-haired grappler brought her right foot up and PWAAAKED it across the side of that perfect noggin! Lisa didn’t go down (because she’s perfect, obviously) but it knocked her loopy enough to give Cali a free pass to the strands on the opposite side of the squared circle. Understandably worried about another shot to that flawless dome, Lisa sent her defenses high and paid an equally steep price when the Monster of the Midway hopped up and stuffed her left boot in that leather-sheathed tummy. Of course that was merely a prologue for her right foot, which swung up ‘n over to THWHACK against Dream’s temple!
RUNNING ENZUGIRI @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je35ua09iXU
Lisa spun away from the impact and crumpled to one knee, but the power of and pride in perfection got the Luscious One back to boot-leather almost at once. As a show of resilience and grit it was, well, perfect. As a viable strategy it left much to be desired considering how Calliope caught the World Champ in a Waistlock immediately thereafter. Whatever protestations The Dream might’ve offered came out as nothing more than a startled grunt because Cali dropped into a deep squat and snapped off a high, deep bridge to plant Lisa flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the Crazy Wave, Lisa could only flounder while Castle counted off…
CRAZY WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k3S8w4YtS8
ONE…
TWO…
The Reflection of Perfection twisted loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’, thus reassuring the Dreamophiles that there was no cause for alarm. At least that was the mood until Calliope took hold of Lisa’s right boot and tucked it into the pit of Dream’s left knee. From there she claimed the brunette’s left foot in her right hand and pulled it snug to keep those perfect stems thoroughly preoccupied.
“Don‘t mess with perfection, idiot.” Lisa grunted in the midst of trying to prize free of Calliope’s trap. “You have no idea who you’re dealing witHHUUNNNGGGHH!”
Cali must’ve had some idea because she put her back to the champ and laid out flat to thump her weight across Lisa’s vulnerable vertebrae! Still in firm control of Dream’s feet, the Queen of Outré Space shifted around ninety degrees so that she was laying back to back with the brunette while using her right foot to keep the Figure-Four from slipping loose. Lisa didn’t care for this arrangement in the slightest and proclaimed as much to everyone who would listen, alas her straits grew all the more dire when Calliope caught hold of each wrist and wrenched her arms up and back in an odd sort of Surfboard that put incredible strain on the champion’s shoulders.
Amazed by Cali’s ability to surprise him after more than a decade in FAWN, Nick dropped to a knee and asked, “How you doing, Lisa? Hanging in there?”
“Of course I am, idiot!” Dream barked. “This is nothing more than a mild inconvenience, perfection will soon be in control and all right with the worEERRRHHHH OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
DARK CAROUSEL @ 6:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je35ua09iXU
Calliope earned an ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd and an ‘ooofffffh!’ from her opposition when she pushed up off Lisa in a full body bridge just to THUMP her weight down on Dream’s wriggling frame! Lisa groaned, then yowled as the challenger rolled her shoulders and resumed yanking on the Surfboard. “NO!” Dream barked before Nick could demean her ears with a stupid question. “No, I don’t submit!”
This must’ve pleased Cali because she rose up in another one of those bendy-backed bridges that ended in an off-kilter Senton. Lisa was still shivering through aftershocks when Calliope traded in her Wristlocks for a sort of back-to-back Double Chickenwing, the Eclectic Eel catching Lisa’s biceps in the crooks of her elbows. Relinquishing the gammy knot so she could stand up with Lisa in tow, Calliope whirled and capered her way through a few full rotations before she dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the canvas to stack Lisa on her shoulders in a Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dream tumbled out of the predicament, rolling over to her knees. She wobbled to her feet and turned toward a charging Calliope. The Frightener leapt with right leg extended, drawing it across the throat of the wide-eyed Lisa. Cali rode the gobsmacked champ down, SLAMMING the lethal lower limb across Lisa’s neck with her Helter Skelter.
HELTER SKELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzBsawDOidA
Dream spasmed, grasping at her windpipe. Meanwhile, Calliope dove atop the breathless brunette in a Crossbody, scooping up both leather-clad legs and rolling The Dream into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Ultimate Image broke loose and flopped to her side, perhaps wondering if Calliope wasn’t crazy like a fox instead of the asylum escapee for which she’s often mistaken. But when Cali kipped to her feet, sucked on an index finger and stuck the Wet Willie in Lisa’s right ear, the standard diagnosis was proven correct.
Lisa shuddered at the peculiar feel of the saliva-doused finger plugging her aural canal. She flailed wildly as if frightened by an invisible bee, shooing away Calliope’s hand and scrambling to her feet, backing her way to a corner.
The beaming Queen of Outré Space watched with delight.
“You don’t have enough fun, Red,” she chided. “What’s the point of being crazy if you can’t enjoy it?”
“I’M NOT CRAZY. I’M PERFECT!” The Dream shouted.
Cali rolled her eyes and motioned Lisa Legend to show her.
The Dream abided, roaring out of the corner like a banshee, Clothesline drawn to remove head from neck. But Cali’s ready, dropping to the canvas and skillfully tripping the charging Dream with a Drop Toe Hold, Lisa landing on her perfect beak. As Dream checked her immaculate proboscis, her hands in a ‘V’ shape around the nose, a nasal complaint emanating from between her fingers, the challenger’s on her feet, hitting the ropes and returning to Dream, Lisa now on her hands and knees.
Cali leapt and spun, bringing a Tornado Kick crashing down on the back of the Luscious One’s skull, flattening the leather-clad Lisa flat to the canvas once more.
TORNADO KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_A3NJ04CqcU
Instead of going for the pin this time, the Frightener popped to her feet, brought cupped hands to her mouth and shouted out, ”POBODY‘S NERFECT!”
Half the crowd responded “YOU’RE NERFECT!”, the other half “CAL-LEEE!”
Calliope beamed at the imperfection of it all.
“Yeah! I’m the Reflection of Nerfection!”
Turning to see Lisa still facedown and softly stirring, the whimsical green-haired eccentric mounted the champ in a forward-facing crouch. She grabbed Lisa’s right arm and posted it over her bent knee then did likewise on the opposite side. With Lisa already arching, Calliope laces her fingers and slips the cup under Lisa’s chin, reefing back on a backbreaking Camel Clutch.
Lisa’s dark eyes darted wildly, mewls of pain squeezing out from pursed lips as her back and neck were curled at increasingly dangerous angles.
“You’re right, Lisa!” Cali chirped before stretching The Dream back even further, Lisa’s eyes now pointed to the rafters in a god awful spine-snapper. “You’re not crazy.” Cali leaves the words sitting there for the punch line, finally adding. “Your Redder half though, she’s a trip! Makes me look like Kairi Sane. See what I did there?”
Lisa couldn’t comprehend much of anything beyond the anguish emanating from her lower vertebrae. Thankfully, somewhat, Calliope’s mind(s?) had a habit of wandering and she unlaced her digits, sank them into Lisa’s locks and THWUMPED her foe’s flawless face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Dream’s head bounced off the canvas, only to wind up back in the Mad Queen’s control. This time it’s a clutch fueled by Cali’s fishhooks, her index fingers curling into the corner of The Dream’s mouth.
As agonizing as Calliope’s first edition was, the hooked version of her Clutch had Lisa’s eyes welled and the FAWNatics picking up a vibe that drew a “TAP…TAP…TAP” chant Cali picked up by bouncing her pear-shaped behind atop the ass of The Dream, keeping tempo.
“You hear that? They DO love you! They’re trying to protect you.”
The Dream grunted out an unintelligible stream of gibberish from between her extended lips and flashing teeth.
“So sorry, where are my manners?” Cali apologized, removing her hooks. “You were saying something funny?”
“FUHHH!”
A perturbed Cali slammed Lisa’s face down once more and rose to vertical. She shrugged and pointed a thumb at The Dream, who’s rolled to her back, her face in her hands.
“CRAY…ZEEE,” she mouthed.
The crowd ate it up, the Dreamophobes thoroughly enjoying Lisa’s current humiliation at the hands of the Queen of Outré Space.
The Frightener latches onto a wrist and shoulder and pulled the reeling champion to her feet and secured her with one Underhook then two.
“Don’t worry, Dreamy. I won’t tell Red you lost her title.”
Lisa Classic squirmed and fidgeted, trying to break loose before Cali could lock her fingers, but Calliope was a runaway freight train. She drew a leg back and swung it forward like a pendulum to gain some extra momentum and PLANT the crown of Lisa’s skull into the deck with her Dive Bomber.
DIVE BOMBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX0vKctVxNg
The flaccid frame of perfection tumbled over in a lifeless somersault, spreading out in a leather-clad starfish, out cold.
A grinning Calliope remaind on her back, staring into the rafters, apparently enjoying the hush that’s fallen across the arena, the crowd waiting for the Eclectic Eel to move to her demolished foe and add FAWN to the locations where she reigns supreme.
The Wack Attacker rolled to hands and knees and crawled to the deflated Dream, dropping across her foe’s pert, cowskin-covered chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With Castle’s palm a few inches from its third strike, The Dream awakened, inching a shoulder off the deck. A loud groan coursed through the audience.
Cali rose to her haunches and sent a reverberating smack to the thin layer of exposed tummy on The Dream.
“Bad Ultimate Image of Human Perfection. Bad UI of HP!”
After having scolded the champ as if she were no more than a whimpering puppy, the previously rampaging Cali seemed ready to take a coffee break. She strolled to the nearest corner and climbed to the top leisurely, turning just in time to see the Reflection of Perfection finally start to rise.
Calliope set, ready for the World Champion to turn in her direction. When she did, the demented diva sprang from her perch, ready to knock the rest of the perfect out of Dream with her Kill-iope.
But as Cali flipped toward the Dream’s doom, Lisa dove toward the Frightener’s launch point, avoiding the incoming. Calliope rotated past her expected impact and landed flat on her chest, finding nothing but empty canvas, the collision rocking the lithe lunatic.
Bounced to her feet by the residual momentum of that colossal miscue. Cali had no thoughts for anything save her aching noggin, a focus that proved just as costly as the original error because it meant she had no bead on Lisa when the World Champion hit the ropes on her six. Dream brought light to the darkness of her ignorance within the span of heartbeats, which was to say she rushed in at full speed and THWHACKED a perfectly vile Dreamsicle across the base of her opponent’s skull.
DREAMSICLE @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlwDduTQL3c
Calliope hit the deck like a sack of mail and tumbled onto her back, though the Reflection of Perfection ignored the obvious pin attempt in favor of getting to her feet, one of which she promptly drove into the pit of Cali’s pale, trim stomach. “You fractured little Wannadream, I’ll make you suffer for even DARING to question my perfection.”
With the headcase put firmly in her place, Dream hopped off her imperfect doormat and made for the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. The Luscious One was still several steps removed when she took to the skies for a gorgeous (dare I say perfect?) hop that placed her firmly on the second strand. From there she launched herself backward and out, Lisa executing a high, gorgeous back-flip that brought every bit of her flawless frame THWHUMPING across the doughy, imperfect midsection of her adversary! The force of her landing squooshed Cali into a starfish, one that didn’t retain its shape for very long because Dream hooked the far leg and yanked it all the way up to shoulder-level so Castle could count the…
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iVTSeL3evU
ONE…
TWO…
The Monster of the Midway kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, a show of wherewithal that didn’t endear the Senior Official to the World Champion in the slightest. “Since when are FAWN referees waiting five seconds between counts, Castle? Or perhaps you’ve developed a soft spot for psychopaths?”
Nick almost said, ‘Only my wife.’ then remembered the ring mics were sensitive enough to pick it up and he absolutely didn’t want a repeat of December’s fiasco. Instead he raised two fingers and said, “She’s still in it, Lisa.”
“Not for long.”
Helping herself to the challenger’s hair, Dream got to her feet and forced Calliope to hers, though she was careful to switch over to a Chinlock before Castle could complain about the hair-pull. A single Kneelift to the navel kept Cali nice and winded while Lisa spun them both through a half circle that ended with the back of the Frightener’s neck bent awkwardly over the point of the champ’s right shoulder. Be it a Rude Awakening or a Dreamy Denouement, the end result proved traumatic for the challenger when Lisa laid out and THWHONKED Cali down full force on the back of her skull.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iVTSeL3evU
Once again the Queen of Outré Space bounced to a slumped seat and once again Lisa ran toward the ropes, only this time she whipped around after only a few steps and raced down her own back-trail to THWHACK the point of her knee between Calliope’s eyes! Left flattened and flabbergasted by this Nightmare on Dream Street, Cali offered nothing in the way of resistance when Lisa pressed a knee into her sternum and cradled the far leg in a domineering cover good for…
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlKhAr6DgxI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“I must say, that’s a marked improvement, Castle.” Lisa’s tone was poisonously pleasant in the wake of her rival’s near-fall. “Your count has progressed from glacial to merely lazy in the span of minutes. Do you think it’ll have reached ‘competent’ by the time the night is over?”
Nick didn’t bother to answer nor did Lisa wait for one, she’d already taken possession of Calliope’s ankles so she could draaaaaag the green-haired Wannadream into the deep waters far removed from the safety of the ropes. “You made a great show of torturing me for the amusement of this bipedal trash earlier on.” The Dream explained as she flipped Cali onto her stomach. “So you’ll understand why I take exponentially greater pleasure in dissecting you for my legions of Dreamophiles.”
“Ruuuhhh… wrong wording, Red.” Calliope groaned without seeming to realize that Lisa was knotting her legs (right ankle into the pit of her left knee, the former secured by the challenger’s left calf) into a simple Figure Four. “Dissection is only when the subject’s already dead. You’re talking about vivisection, not that you’ve got the guts to pull it offFFEERRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Back to the One Woman Freak Show, Lisa secured her gammy knot by trapping Cali’s left ankle in the pit of her own left knee. From there she pivoted / dropped into a full-body landing across Calliope’s back, all the better to curl her right arm around the other bendy-back’s chin. Just like that she knotted her hands against Cali’s left ear and CRAAAANKED back as much as perfection would allow. “Don’t waste your breath!” Lisa demanded of Castle even as the torque of her Dreamy STF forced Calliope to brace on her elbows. “Submission is inevitable, The Dream cannot be denied!”
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqamdHnsFQ8
“Shhhh…. sure they can.” the Eclectic Eel gurgled. “Big Red taught me all sorts of techniques to control my dreams. They’re actually quite useAARRGGGHHHHHHH!”
The mere mention of her former doctor (’NO DOCTORS!’ a voice inside her head shrieked) was enough to make Lisa fill one hand with Cali’s green hair for an eye watering tug. “Never… EVER mention her name in my presence! Do you understand, Wannadream?!”
Calliope might’ve gurgled something that sounded like ‘I didn’t’, but the denial went unheard due in the commotion caused by Lisa arguing with Nick about the fistful of hair. The suffering Queen of Outré Space ignored both the best she could, instead focusing on the laborious task of hauling their combined weight to the nearest set of strands. She’d made it to within arm’s reach by the time Dream finished arguing with Castle and might’ve reached safety in another three seconds if Lisa hadn’t abruptly abandoned the hold to BOUNCE the challenger’s forehead like a basketball once, twice, three times!
“How do you like it, Wannadream? Do the bass notes of my beautiful bludgeoning stir anything in the depths of that fractured soul of yours? No? Then perhaps my perfect percussion will be more to your liking… I know I’ll love every second of it.”
On that perfectly ominous note Lisa scrambled out of the STF, the FAWN World Champ positioning herself between Calliope and her rubber-coated steel lifeline. Dragging the freak up by simply twisting both ears as hard as she could, Lisa doubled her over with a Toe Kick, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A raised finger from the conductor of that Bittersweet Symphony sent a murmur through those assembled, many of them rising in anticipation of-- “WHOOOOAAAAHHH!”
Apparently Cali was even more of a philistine than Lisa realized because the challenger gripped the back of her attacker’s knees and twisted around in a Half Circle that put her butt between the top and middle ropes. That wasn’t what coaxed a cry of perfect surprise from The Dream’s luscious lips however. No, that didn’t happen until Calliope straightened up at full speed, the Monster of the Midway hurling Lisa out into the void with a crude Back Body Drop that would’ve sent the champ hurtling to the floor if she hadn’t caught hold of the top rope and landed awkwardly on the apron.
Burying a hand in Cali’s green hair before the Frightener even turned around, Lisa growled, “That was your last mistake, WannadreHUURRRGGHHH!”
Calliope crooked an arm around the back of Dream’s noggin and dropped to her butt to TWANG the brunette’s throat against the top rope! Lisa’s head snapped back and her knees went watery but she didn’t abandon her place on the apron. Alas, retreat might have served her better in the long run, certainly it would’ve been better than holding her ground while Calliope sprinted to the other side of the ring only to return at full-speed for a headlong dive between the strands, her Lunatic’s Spear folding Lisa in half for the brief, emphatic descent to the floor!
LUNATIC'S SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHKt-7urVyY
Both women splattered to the barely-padded floor, but it’s The Dream taking far worse of the collision, Lisa nearly cut in two by the green-haired missile that sent her flying off the apron. Dream’s back CRASHED into the steel barricade behind her, making the attack a double dip. Slowly, Lisa sank to the arena floor, ending on her pert, leather-encased backside, cowskin-covered stems extended in front of her. For her part, Cali’s landing was on all fours. While it’s less than graceful, she showed no ill effects, rising quickly to her feet and waggling a raised index finger at the champion.
“Ya’know. I just realized Big Red created Lil’ Red, didn’t she?”
The wincing Lisa, grasping at her battered vertebrae, had her attention focused instantly on the One Woman Freak Show. She started to froth like a rabid bytch. Pushing up and away from the steel divider, Dream charged Calliope, Lisa’s Ms. Hyde apparently released by a woman who had enough of her own psychoses to be Lisa’s rubber roommate.
But with Cali owning plenty of asylum time in her own right, she easily handled the broken ‘Red’ version of Lisa, deftly pivoting and steering her foe in a left turn that sent the Crimson Nightmare hurtling into the steel ring steps. The top half of the structure was dislodged from the base, by the now puddled Dream. Red or no, banging skull to metal left the champ in a stupor.
Calliope collected Dream with a handful of dark shoulder-length locks and peeled the Ultimate Image away from the wreckage. She placed palms to shoulders and shoved The Dream back several steps, the Reflection of Perfection barely keeping her legs under her. Cali climbed atop the remaining base of the steps to get a few feet off the thinly padded concrete of the arena floor.
She leapt toward the clueless champ, left arm circling around the head of Dream. The Eclectic Eel wheeled around the withering frame of perfection and RIPPED Lisa off her feet, spinning and PLANTING The Dream’s skull into the deck with a career-shortening version of her Freak Out Tornado DDT.
FREAK OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfF_k5nHB4M
The unconscious Dream flipped and skidded to a halt, right leg wedged under the metal barricade separating flawlessness from Orlando’s rabble. The denizens of the front row surreptitiously touched the Ultimate Image or at least the leather covering her lower limb.
Meanwhile the Queen of Outré Space wasn’t so removed from earth she doesn’t know to slip back in the ring to break Nick’s count before rejoining the comatose Dream on the outside.
She tugged Lisa to vertical, the Luscious One out on her feet, and guided her foe to the apron’s edge.
“I’m beating Red and Black tonight, ‘phobes and ‘philes,” Cali shouted as she lifted and stuffed a softly stirring Dream back in under the bottom rope. “She shoulda let Red out to play a lot earlier because this Dream is waaaaaaaaaaaaay too boring to play with me!”
Instead of following Lisa directly, Cali vaulted to the apron and climbed the nearest corner from outside the post. She reached the top, poised as the trembling titleholder reached an unsteady stance. Slowly, the punchdrunk Dream turned to find her foe and Cali took flight. This time the Kill-iope caught every bit of the Ultimate Image and the Frightener rode Dream down to a ring-rattling descent in Canvas-town.
KILL-IOPE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a75s2tMVGOM
Cali remained seated on Lisa’s chest after the destruction, Dream in a starfish beneath the new crazy in charge for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Somehow, Lisa threw a shoulder up to the disbelief of even the most hardcore Dreamophiles.
Calliope looked down in shock.
“You are crazy,” she says in half-admiration and half-threat. “I may not be able to cure you and maybe I don’t want to, you’re so much fun, but I can sure as hell make you plead for a cell where they don‘t allow visitors.”
Cali plucked both of Lisa’s ankles, turning away from the brunette as she lifted them. The Eclectic Eel dropped her grip slightly lacing her fingers into a loop around the shins of her foe. The green-haired grappler managed to twist in a 180 while flipping the reeling Dream to her chest.
A quick step over and the One Woman Freak Show had Lisa howling in pain with an Inverted Boston Crab.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY
Cali leaned forward, curling the spine of The Dream in a direction it was never meant to travel. In agony, Lisa tugged at her locks with both hands, fleetingly trying to spread the pain. Quickly realizing there’s no disguising the anguish emanating from her lower vertebrae, the Ultimate Image pressed her palms to the deck, pushed up, and began ‘walking’ toward the salvation of the rubber-coated steel strands. It took seconds that surely seem hours to the World Champion, but she finally wrapped a palm around the bottom rope, instantly pleading for release to Castle.
Calliope stuck out her tongue at the ref, the curling flesh also containing a hint of green to match her long lustrous locks. But when the count of ‘FOUR’ comes, the Frightener committed an act of sanity, releasing to keep herself in the race for FAWN’s biggest prize.
Castle came between the demented duo, each woman a psychiatrist’s nightmare in her own way. Calliope seemed oddly happy to comply. She strode to the nearest corner where she climbs to the middle ropes, turns, and watches intently as the aching Dream struggled to her feet with the help of the ropes.
“Can you continue?” Nick asked.
“If you want to see what I can do, you try and stop the match,” Lisa growled, a hint of lunacy in her perfect dark pools.
Dream and Castle moved away from the ropes, Lisa ready to renew hostilities and Nick to keep the fight within FAWN’s loose framework of rules.
Neither seemed ready for Cali to descend from the Matterhorn, her signature diving Spear from on high. But Celia Blassenville’s most infamous patient had enough awareness to pull Castle in front of her and it’s the official who got cut through by the Queen of Outré Space.
Castle’s planted into the deck, knocked into next week by Calliope. As the challenger pushed to her feet, staring at what she’s wrought. From her foe’s six, the Ultimate Image threw a vicious chop block into the back of Calliope’s left knee. Cali cried out as she dropped to genuflect in front of a frothing Lisa.
“You’re just a stand-in for Celia’s Sisters, aren’t you?” The Dream hissed, eyes flashing a certain scarlet-colored fury.
Lisa lifted a pointed elbow and DROVE it into the crown of Cali’s cranium, seeming to partially liquefy the challenger into putty, the Frightener’s dark eyes rolling white.
“Let’s see what I can do to turn you red,” Lisa spat.
The Dream lifted and doubled Cali over with a Toe kick to the tummy then tugged the challenger’s lowered noggin between her leather-encased legs. Lisa clamped her Standing Headscissors tight and raised her right hand, fashioning it into a paddle.
“This one’s for you, Doc!”
Impressed that the champ would ever dedicate her most famous tune to anyone, especially the woman essentially responsible for her previous incarceration and current fractured state, the FAWNatics had a moment to wonder if The Dream had started to grow as a person before she SWATTED Calliope’s glutes and grabbed a handful of those sequined briefs for a malicious wedgie. Nope, same old Lisa, though fans of callipygian calypso riffs didn’t mind this in the slightest, as the Bittersweet Symphony sounded especially crisp tonight. Lost deep in her palm percussion, the Ultimate Image spanked her challenger’s helpless ass for no less than fifteen seconds, then finished up with a catty crescendo consisting of a vicious double glute raaaaaaaaaake and another emphatic wedgie!
Raising her palms to chin level so she could blow off the worst of that bittersweet burn, Lisa squeezed the Headscissors a little harder to ensure Cali couldn’t go anywhere before she cinched her arms around the green-haired freak’s waist. “You tell that bytch to leave me alone, understand, freak?” Dream hissed down at her opponent’s back. “I clawed my way out of that cell all the way back to perfection and SHE SAID I WAS FREE!” The Eclectic Eel offered nothing by way of response, so Lisa dipped her knees and flipped the other wrestler up onto her shouldNO! Calliope slid her legs offa Dream’s mount and grabbed the back of Lisa’s head in both hands while simultaneously dropping to her knees to THAWHONK the champ’s perfect pate courtesy of a left-field Facebuster!
LEFT FIELD FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6bYLp6jqMw
The jolt bounced Lisa to her knees in front of the challenger and damned if she didn’t grab Cali by the scruff so she could slap her across the mouth! “How dare you deny these idiots the perfect Powerbomb!” Dream rasped, her index finger half an inch from Calliope’s nose. “Duuuhhhh… don’t you know the Wannadreams need all the joy they can geNNNGGHHH!”
Calliope knocked Lisa’s hand away and followed it up by pinking those flawless features with a savage Bytch Slap of her own! “Hehhhh… hear those cheers, Red?” the Queen of Outré Space murmured. “Sounds like they’re plenty joyful to mRRRRGGGHHH!”
Lisa slapped Calliope‘s face hard enough to make her ears ring. “Kuuuhhh… keep your stubby little paws away from NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Cali very deliberately slapped The Dream’s mouth and just like that it was on, champion and challenger just branding their palm across her opponent’s cheek in a cringe-worthy one to one exchange that had those assembled bellowing ‘BOO!’ and ‘YAY!’ each time Lisa and Cali exchanged shots.
Each woman landed close to a dozen slaps without so much as a thought to defense, indeed it wasn’t until Lisa landed her last shot that she followed up with a rough shove to the Frightener’s chest and started to ri--“OOOOOOOWWWW!” Calliope caught hold of Lisa’s left wrist, pulled it close to her face and chomped down on the soft flesh between thumb and forefinger!
“CRAZY BYTCH!” Lisa wailed in agony as she tried to prize herself from Cali’s gnashing maw. “STOP TRYING TO EAT PERFECTOOOFFFHHHH!”
Calliope pumped a heavy right hand into the pit of the champ’s stomach, scrambled to verticality and caught Lisa by the nape of the neck, just as Lisa had done to her earlier. “Jeeze Red, I can’t eat you, I can’t wrestle you. Guess I should just throw you back.”
Exactly where ‘back’ was remained a mystery until the One Woman Freak Show pivoted toward the ropes nearest the ramp and charged ‘em at top speed! She was heartbeats from treating Lisa like the perfect discus when the Ultimate Image caught a handful of green hair and spun the pair in a half circle that sent Cali hurtling to the floor in her plaNOOOO! Calliope cadged a page from the Book of Perfection by catching hold of the top rope and sky-hooking her way back to the apron in relative safety. The overly pleased roar from the FAWNatics immediately tipped Lisa to the miscreant’s escape and she spun around on one heel, her right fist already swinging in for a perfect Haymaker to that decidedly imperfect-- Calliope blocked the blow with her forearm, snatched a huge handful of hair and jerked The Dream in to THWONK a Headbutt between her eyes!
Lisa juddered but her legs didn’t give way, meaning she was forced to tag along when the Monster of the Midway raced down the narrow ledge and just BWUUUUUUNGED Lisa’s vivacious visage against the roughly-padded steel rung of the top turnbuckle! Now the champ’s legs did give way, Dream not so much rebounding as flying from the collision to land stacked on the back of her head and shoulders. Leftover momentum spilled Lisa onto all fours, a detail Calliope noted before she chose to scale the corner from her place on the outside. Reaching the top with Dream still on one knee, the Eclectic Eel straightened up, then hopped up and twisted around one-hundred and eighty degrees in anticipation of a gorgeous Moonsa--“AAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Cali’s legs gave way in a cataclysmically perfect paroxysm of pain when the newly vertical Lisa rushed the corner and PWAAAKED an uppercut into the challenger’s undercarriage! Her base obliterated, Calliope collapsed to a seat on the top turnbuckle, then cried out in fresh agony when the vindictive Dream scored her back more than half a dozen times! Bearing down on her foe’s shoulders hard enough to break the skin, Lisa clambered up the strands to take up a position directly behind her seated prey. With Cali’s chin cupped in one hand, The Dream went to town with punch after punch after punch, Lisa’s usual effortless perfection slowly but surely giving way to the crimson fury of her alter-“NO!”
Lisa stopped dropping bombs and grabbed a double handful of Calliope’s hair instead. “THERE IS NO RED LISA! THERE IS ONLY THE DREAM! AND THE DREAM… IS… PERFECT!” Lisa leapt, ‘smecked’ her legs around Cali’s neck and popped her hips to fling the Frightener from her perch into an ungainly freefall that THAWHAMMED her down flat on her face, chest and belly!
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz3iq7ynBx4
Calliope bounced to unsteady feet, the challenger clearly trying to clear her head after the brutal Dream Driv-THWHACK! Lisa jacked that imperfect jaw with a crushing Super Kick, then turned her back to the freak and caught herself a Three Quarters Facelock before Cali could collapse. The Ultimate Image kicked her right leg forward and brought it scything back to bring both ladies down, the champ ending on her knees while poor Calliope was SPIKED on her forehead!
DAY DREAMER @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0
Shipped out on the late bus to Dreamland courtesy of Lisa’s favorite finishers, Cali was little more than a rag-doll when the Luscious One cradled the near leg and pointed her still be-wedgied backside to the rafters while a slow-moving Nick Castle crawled over to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa let go and hurried to her feet, the victorious champion damned near storming after Nick Castle to ensure her hand was raised when the Announcer bellowed, Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… LISA DREAM!”
Nick did as he’s told. Loudly. The Ultimate Image seemed satiated for a moment, forcing the FAWNatics to recognize who’s a lunatic, namely the unconscious Wannadream with the, ugh, green hair, and who’s at the top of the organizational mountain.
Lisa’s satisfaction was but a few seconds before she demanded Castle retrieve her belt. The title’s already on the way to ringside. The official gathered it and handed the prize to its flawless owner. The Dream raised it high and walked to the comatose crazy, placing a boot on Calliope’s chest.
“It’s time this psycho and all you Dreamophobes understand,” Lisa shouted. “This is The Dream’s World.”
The Reflection of Perfection commanded Castle strap the title around her slender waist and again Nick obliged, taking care to shuffle the champ away from a softly stirring Cali.
“You proved yourself, Lisa,” he stated clearly and calmly.
A sly smile creased The Dream’s lips.
“Perfectly.”
ONE ARMED SCISSOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ge6ttcFrvA
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. Seeing the camera pull in close, Cali leaned in and asked, “A question for the brightest among you. Why do ships carry cargo and trucks carry shipments?”
CALLIOPE:
After a rather awkward pause the fella running the camera asked, “I don’t know. Why?”
Cali looked perturbed. “I have no idea! That’s why I was asking, talking camera!”
With this mystery still unsolved, she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For tonight‘s very special occasion, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept Nick Castle in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, then headed to the far corner to await her flawless foe.
Within the arena bowl, the FAWNatics began to chant “CRAY-ZEE. CRAY-ZEE.”
From behind the curtain, Lisa assured herself the Wannadreams were confirming her challenger’s psychosis and not. No. They could never be. Not about her.
Dream shook her head violently as if to dislodge the thought from her brain. Thankfully, a loud bang heralded a flawless light show that filled the upper stage. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon appeared and moved to center stage, taking the spotlight figuratively and literally. The crowd spewed their venom and Lisa looked upon them with utter disdain, every single one jealous of her perfection instead of celebrating it.
LISA DREAM:
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa trained her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawlessness wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of perfection even the most obtuse could not avoid.
Satisfied with her bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection moving gracefully down the ramp and aisle, then ascending the ring steps with all the surety of someone who’s known from birth she’s without a single shortcoming.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through and followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
The Luscious One moved to the middle, unfastened her belt, and raised it high, staring a hole through her challenger.
“You’ve got to be insane to believe you have a chance.”
Calliope puckered and blew a kiss, causing Lisa to flush, barely containing her anger.
Dream was clad in skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless vest, cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Her long, black cowhide pants reach down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. 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.
With a stewing Lisa moving to her corner, the Announcer took his cue.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and seventeen pounds, she IS the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream exchanged her title for a microphone from an attendant and strolled back to the center. Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until they fell silent. She pulled the stick from hip to lips.
“You don’t deserve my wisdom,” Lisa informed.
The Dream dropped the mic and kicked it out of the ring. She motioned for the Frightener to move forward and take an impeccable beating.
Calliope didn’t just leave her corner when the bell sounded, the One Woman Freak Show made a grand exit in the form of a few handsprings, a one-handed cartwheel and a high vertical leap that segued into perfect 450 somersault. Landing on her feet with a crisp little ‘thump’ Cali brought her heels together and shot both hands up in a jaunty V, an impressive approximation of a gymnast sticking the dismount. “And that’s a perfect ten from Domi Daly!” she crowed like the quintessential excited sportscaster. “What a comeback story, Daly’s a golden girl in two thousand twen-- oh, hey Red? What’re you doing at the Olympics?”
Still in her corner, Lisa Dream was far less enthused by the challenger’s capering. Ignoring Calliope for the moment, she spared an incredulous glance at Nick Castle. “Has she been drug tested recently?”
“As recently as everyone else.” the Senior Official replied at once.
Disgusted by what was cuh-learly a massive lapse in the promotion’s wellness policy, Lisa stomped to the center of the ring not with her hands raised for a Lock-Up, but planted firmly on her hips. It seemed she wanted to talk to the manager.
“Just how in the name of Sweet Perfection did you worm your way into this match? The last time we even shared a card you were losing a Battle Royale and I was winning the World Championship!”
“I beat Portia in a number one contender’s match a couple weeks ago, don’t you remember, Red?”
Dream gawped at the lunatic’s audacity.
“Why you insolent little toe-rag, how dare you disgrace these perfect ears with such a bold-faced LIE! If that gold-plated Wannadream had dared return to my ring I would’ve made a point of crushing her on the spot!”
Calliope frowned, as though Lisa were impugning her honor.
“I did TOO beat her! Five straight games of Words With Friends! I mean, Baby’s not really anyone’s friend, but PowerSkirt McBossLady heard about it and she figured it qualified me for a shot against you, Red. So how do you settle this? Scattegories? Paper, Rock, Scissors? Pokemon Go?”
“First off, it’s Rock, Paper, Sciss--”
Lisa caught herself, raised a palm to keep herself from being drawn any further into Calliope’s contagious imperfection.
“I apologize, Wannadream. It doesn’t matter how you got here. All it matters is what happens now.”
CRACK!
The Ultimate Image left a wonderful welt across her opponent’s cheek with a Knife-Edge Chop strong enough to spin Cali ‘round in a half circle. Dream could’ve gone for the Frightener’s hair but she raaaaaaaaaaked her back instead, Lisa finally flashing that perfect smile when her foe yelped and shot up on tiptoe. Now she helped herself to the other woman’s hair, Dream catching double fistfuls of green locks so she could march Calliope over to the nearest corner and bwung-bwung-BWUNG her forehead against the top turnbuckle in a trio of concussive collisions!
The Queen of Outré Space shuddered without losing her footing, so The Dream spun her ‘round and smooshed her cheeks together in a disrespectful ‘fish face’ so she could better continue her verbal dressing down. “Don’t even PRETEND that you deserve to share this ring with me, Wannadream! You’re only here because Bethany Christian is a vindictive little turd that delights in finding new ways to AARRRRRHHH! BITING!” Lisa wailed to anyone within the sound of her perfect pitch. “SHE’S BITING NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
No exaggeration there, Calliope was energetically gnawing on the index finger Dream had shoved in her face. Only lasted a few seconds though, as the Eclectic Eel spat the digit out so she could drive a quick Headbutt into the bridge of Lisa’s nose. The Reflection of Perfection stumbled back a step, then ceded a whole lot more when Calliope hooked her arms over the top rope and brought her knees up high for a huge Mule Kick that sent Lisa flying! Dream hit flat on her back, tumbled through the landing and sprang to verticality quickly enough, but she was still several steps behind the challenger, who’d rushed from the corner to run the ropes on Lisa’s left.
As of yet unaware of Calliope’s imminent arrival, The Dream was effectively defenseless when the green-haired grappler brought her right foot up and PWAAAKED it across the side of that perfect noggin! Lisa didn’t go down (because she’s perfect, obviously) but it knocked her loopy enough to give Cali a free pass to the strands on the opposite side of the squared circle. Understandably worried about another shot to that flawless dome, Lisa sent her defenses high and paid an equally steep price when the Monster of the Midway hopped up and stuffed her left boot in that leather-sheathed tummy. Of course that was merely a prologue for her right foot, which swung up ‘n over to THWHACK against Dream’s temple!
RUNNING ENZUGIRI @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je35ua09iXU
Lisa spun away from the impact and crumpled to one knee, but the power of and pride in perfection got the Luscious One back to boot-leather almost at once. As a show of resilience and grit it was, well, perfect. As a viable strategy it left much to be desired considering how Calliope caught the World Champ in a Waistlock immediately thereafter. Whatever protestations The Dream might’ve offered came out as nothing more than a startled grunt because Cali dropped into a deep squat and snapped off a high, deep bridge to plant Lisa flush on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded in half by the Crazy Wave, Lisa could only flounder while Castle counted off…
CRAZY WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k3S8w4YtS8
ONE…
TWO…
The Reflection of Perfection twisted loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’, thus reassuring the Dreamophiles that there was no cause for alarm. At least that was the mood until Calliope took hold of Lisa’s right boot and tucked it into the pit of Dream’s left knee. From there she claimed the brunette’s left foot in her right hand and pulled it snug to keep those perfect stems thoroughly preoccupied.
“Don‘t mess with perfection, idiot.” Lisa grunted in the midst of trying to prize free of Calliope’s trap. “You have no idea who you’re dealing witHHUUNNNGGGHH!”
Cali must’ve had some idea because she put her back to the champ and laid out flat to thump her weight across Lisa’s vulnerable vertebrae! Still in firm control of Dream’s feet, the Queen of Outré Space shifted around ninety degrees so that she was laying back to back with the brunette while using her right foot to keep the Figure-Four from slipping loose. Lisa didn’t care for this arrangement in the slightest and proclaimed as much to everyone who would listen, alas her straits grew all the more dire when Calliope caught hold of each wrist and wrenched her arms up and back in an odd sort of Surfboard that put incredible strain on the champion’s shoulders.
Amazed by Cali’s ability to surprise him after more than a decade in FAWN, Nick dropped to a knee and asked, “How you doing, Lisa? Hanging in there?”
“Of course I am, idiot!” Dream barked. “This is nothing more than a mild inconvenience, perfection will soon be in control and all right with the worEERRRHHHH OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
DARK CAROUSEL @ 6:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je35ua09iXU
Calliope earned an ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd and an ‘ooofffffh!’ from her opposition when she pushed up off Lisa in a full body bridge just to THUMP her weight down on Dream’s wriggling frame! Lisa groaned, then yowled as the challenger rolled her shoulders and resumed yanking on the Surfboard. “NO!” Dream barked before Nick could demean her ears with a stupid question. “No, I don’t submit!”
This must’ve pleased Cali because she rose up in another one of those bendy-backed bridges that ended in an off-kilter Senton. Lisa was still shivering through aftershocks when Calliope traded in her Wristlocks for a sort of back-to-back Double Chickenwing, the Eclectic Eel catching Lisa’s biceps in the crooks of her elbows. Relinquishing the gammy knot so she could stand up with Lisa in tow, Calliope whirled and capered her way through a few full rotations before she dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the canvas to stack Lisa on her shoulders in a Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dream tumbled out of the predicament, rolling over to her knees. She wobbled to her feet and turned toward a charging Calliope. The Frightener leapt with right leg extended, drawing it across the throat of the wide-eyed Lisa. Cali rode the gobsmacked champ down, SLAMMING the lethal lower limb across Lisa’s neck with her Helter Skelter.
HELTER SKELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzBsawDOidA
Dream spasmed, grasping at her windpipe. Meanwhile, Calliope dove atop the breathless brunette in a Crossbody, scooping up both leather-clad legs and rolling The Dream into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Ultimate Image broke loose and flopped to her side, perhaps wondering if Calliope wasn’t crazy like a fox instead of the asylum escapee for which she’s often mistaken. But when Cali kipped to her feet, sucked on an index finger and stuck the Wet Willie in Lisa’s right ear, the standard diagnosis was proven correct.
Lisa shuddered at the peculiar feel of the saliva-doused finger plugging her aural canal. She flailed wildly as if frightened by an invisible bee, shooing away Calliope’s hand and scrambling to her feet, backing her way to a corner.
The beaming Queen of Outré Space watched with delight.
“You don’t have enough fun, Red,” she chided. “What’s the point of being crazy if you can’t enjoy it?”
“I’M NOT CRAZY. I’M PERFECT!” The Dream shouted.
Cali rolled her eyes and motioned Lisa Legend to show her.
The Dream abided, roaring out of the corner like a banshee, Clothesline drawn to remove head from neck. But Cali’s ready, dropping to the canvas and skillfully tripping the charging Dream with a Drop Toe Hold, Lisa landing on her perfect beak. As Dream checked her immaculate proboscis, her hands in a ‘V’ shape around the nose, a nasal complaint emanating from between her fingers, the challenger’s on her feet, hitting the ropes and returning to Dream, Lisa now on her hands and knees.
Cali leapt and spun, bringing a Tornado Kick crashing down on the back of the Luscious One’s skull, flattening the leather-clad Lisa flat to the canvas once more.
TORNADO KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_A3NJ04CqcU
Instead of going for the pin this time, the Frightener popped to her feet, brought cupped hands to her mouth and shouted out, ”POBODY‘S NERFECT!”
Half the crowd responded “YOU’RE NERFECT!”, the other half “CAL-LEEE!”
Calliope beamed at the imperfection of it all.
“Yeah! I’m the Reflection of Nerfection!”
Turning to see Lisa still facedown and softly stirring, the whimsical green-haired eccentric mounted the champ in a forward-facing crouch. She grabbed Lisa’s right arm and posted it over her bent knee then did likewise on the opposite side. With Lisa already arching, Calliope laces her fingers and slips the cup under Lisa’s chin, reefing back on a backbreaking Camel Clutch.
Lisa’s dark eyes darted wildly, mewls of pain squeezing out from pursed lips as her back and neck were curled at increasingly dangerous angles.
“You’re right, Lisa!” Cali chirped before stretching The Dream back even further, Lisa’s eyes now pointed to the rafters in a god awful spine-snapper. “You’re not crazy.” Cali leaves the words sitting there for the punch line, finally adding. “Your Redder half though, she’s a trip! Makes me look like Kairi Sane. See what I did there?”
Lisa couldn’t comprehend much of anything beyond the anguish emanating from her lower vertebrae. Thankfully, somewhat, Calliope’s mind(s?) had a habit of wandering and she unlaced her digits, sank them into Lisa’s locks and THWUMPED her foe’s flawless face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Dream’s head bounced off the canvas, only to wind up back in the Mad Queen’s control. This time it’s a clutch fueled by Cali’s fishhooks, her index fingers curling into the corner of The Dream’s mouth.
As agonizing as Calliope’s first edition was, the hooked version of her Clutch had Lisa’s eyes welled and the FAWNatics picking up a vibe that drew a “TAP…TAP…TAP” chant Cali picked up by bouncing her pear-shaped behind atop the ass of The Dream, keeping tempo.
“You hear that? They DO love you! They’re trying to protect you.”
The Dream grunted out an unintelligible stream of gibberish from between her extended lips and flashing teeth.
“So sorry, where are my manners?” Cali apologized, removing her hooks. “You were saying something funny?”
“FUHHH!”
A perturbed Cali slammed Lisa’s face down once more and rose to vertical. She shrugged and pointed a thumb at The Dream, who’s rolled to her back, her face in her hands.
“CRAY…ZEEE,” she mouthed.
The crowd ate it up, the Dreamophobes thoroughly enjoying Lisa’s current humiliation at the hands of the Queen of Outré Space.
The Frightener latches onto a wrist and shoulder and pulled the reeling champion to her feet and secured her with one Underhook then two.
“Don’t worry, Dreamy. I won’t tell Red you lost her title.”
Lisa Classic squirmed and fidgeted, trying to break loose before Cali could lock her fingers, but Calliope was a runaway freight train. She drew a leg back and swung it forward like a pendulum to gain some extra momentum and PLANT the crown of Lisa’s skull into the deck with her Dive Bomber.
DIVE BOMBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX0vKctVxNg
The flaccid frame of perfection tumbled over in a lifeless somersault, spreading out in a leather-clad starfish, out cold.
A grinning Calliope remaind on her back, staring into the rafters, apparently enjoying the hush that’s fallen across the arena, the crowd waiting for the Eclectic Eel to move to her demolished foe and add FAWN to the locations where she reigns supreme.
The Wack Attacker rolled to hands and knees and crawled to the deflated Dream, dropping across her foe’s pert, cowskin-covered chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With Castle’s palm a few inches from its third strike, The Dream awakened, inching a shoulder off the deck. A loud groan coursed through the audience.
Cali rose to her haunches and sent a reverberating smack to the thin layer of exposed tummy on The Dream.
“Bad Ultimate Image of Human Perfection. Bad UI of HP!”
After having scolded the champ as if she were no more than a whimpering puppy, the previously rampaging Cali seemed ready to take a coffee break. She strolled to the nearest corner and climbed to the top leisurely, turning just in time to see the Reflection of Perfection finally start to rise.
Calliope set, ready for the World Champion to turn in her direction. When she did, the demented diva sprang from her perch, ready to knock the rest of the perfect out of Dream with her Kill-iope.
But as Cali flipped toward the Dream’s doom, Lisa dove toward the Frightener’s launch point, avoiding the incoming. Calliope rotated past her expected impact and landed flat on her chest, finding nothing but empty canvas, the collision rocking the lithe lunatic.
Bounced to her feet by the residual momentum of that colossal miscue. Cali had no thoughts for anything save her aching noggin, a focus that proved just as costly as the original error because it meant she had no bead on Lisa when the World Champion hit the ropes on her six. Dream brought light to the darkness of her ignorance within the span of heartbeats, which was to say she rushed in at full speed and THWHACKED a perfectly vile Dreamsicle across the base of her opponent’s skull.
DREAMSICLE @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlwDduTQL3c
Calliope hit the deck like a sack of mail and tumbled onto her back, though the Reflection of Perfection ignored the obvious pin attempt in favor of getting to her feet, one of which she promptly drove into the pit of Cali’s pale, trim stomach. “You fractured little Wannadream, I’ll make you suffer for even DARING to question my perfection.”
With the headcase put firmly in her place, Dream hopped off her imperfect doormat and made for the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. The Luscious One was still several steps removed when she took to the skies for a gorgeous (dare I say perfect?) hop that placed her firmly on the second strand. From there she launched herself backward and out, Lisa executing a high, gorgeous back-flip that brought every bit of her flawless frame THWHUMPING across the doughy, imperfect midsection of her adversary! The force of her landing squooshed Cali into a starfish, one that didn’t retain its shape for very long because Dream hooked the far leg and yanked it all the way up to shoulder-level so Castle could count the…
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iVTSeL3evU
ONE…
TWO…
The Monster of the Midway kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, a show of wherewithal that didn’t endear the Senior Official to the World Champion in the slightest. “Since when are FAWN referees waiting five seconds between counts, Castle? Or perhaps you’ve developed a soft spot for psychopaths?”
Nick almost said, ‘Only my wife.’ then remembered the ring mics were sensitive enough to pick it up and he absolutely didn’t want a repeat of December’s fiasco. Instead he raised two fingers and said, “She’s still in it, Lisa.”
“Not for long.”
Helping herself to the challenger’s hair, Dream got to her feet and forced Calliope to hers, though she was careful to switch over to a Chinlock before Castle could complain about the hair-pull. A single Kneelift to the navel kept Cali nice and winded while Lisa spun them both through a half circle that ended with the back of the Frightener’s neck bent awkwardly over the point of the champ’s right shoulder. Be it a Rude Awakening or a Dreamy Denouement, the end result proved traumatic for the challenger when Lisa laid out and THWHONKED Cali down full force on the back of her skull.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iVTSeL3evU
Once again the Queen of Outré Space bounced to a slumped seat and once again Lisa ran toward the ropes, only this time she whipped around after only a few steps and raced down her own back-trail to THWHACK the point of her knee between Calliope’s eyes! Left flattened and flabbergasted by this Nightmare on Dream Street, Cali offered nothing in the way of resistance when Lisa pressed a knee into her sternum and cradled the far leg in a domineering cover good for…
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlKhAr6DgxI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“I must say, that’s a marked improvement, Castle.” Lisa’s tone was poisonously pleasant in the wake of her rival’s near-fall. “Your count has progressed from glacial to merely lazy in the span of minutes. Do you think it’ll have reached ‘competent’ by the time the night is over?”
Nick didn’t bother to answer nor did Lisa wait for one, she’d already taken possession of Calliope’s ankles so she could draaaaaag the green-haired Wannadream into the deep waters far removed from the safety of the ropes. “You made a great show of torturing me for the amusement of this bipedal trash earlier on.” The Dream explained as she flipped Cali onto her stomach. “So you’ll understand why I take exponentially greater pleasure in dissecting you for my legions of Dreamophiles.”
“Ruuuhhh… wrong wording, Red.” Calliope groaned without seeming to realize that Lisa was knotting her legs (right ankle into the pit of her left knee, the former secured by the challenger’s left calf) into a simple Figure Four. “Dissection is only when the subject’s already dead. You’re talking about vivisection, not that you’ve got the guts to pull it offFFEERRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Back to the One Woman Freak Show, Lisa secured her gammy knot by trapping Cali’s left ankle in the pit of her own left knee. From there she pivoted / dropped into a full-body landing across Calliope’s back, all the better to curl her right arm around the other bendy-back’s chin. Just like that she knotted her hands against Cali’s left ear and CRAAAANKED back as much as perfection would allow. “Don’t waste your breath!” Lisa demanded of Castle even as the torque of her Dreamy STF forced Calliope to brace on her elbows. “Submission is inevitable, The Dream cannot be denied!”
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqamdHnsFQ8
“Shhhh…. sure they can.” the Eclectic Eel gurgled. “Big Red taught me all sorts of techniques to control my dreams. They’re actually quite useAARRGGGHHHHHHH!”
The mere mention of her former doctor (’NO DOCTORS!’ a voice inside her head shrieked) was enough to make Lisa fill one hand with Cali’s green hair for an eye watering tug. “Never… EVER mention her name in my presence! Do you understand, Wannadream?!”
Calliope might’ve gurgled something that sounded like ‘I didn’t’, but the denial went unheard due in the commotion caused by Lisa arguing with Nick about the fistful of hair. The suffering Queen of Outré Space ignored both the best she could, instead focusing on the laborious task of hauling their combined weight to the nearest set of strands. She’d made it to within arm’s reach by the time Dream finished arguing with Castle and might’ve reached safety in another three seconds if Lisa hadn’t abruptly abandoned the hold to BOUNCE the challenger’s forehead like a basketball once, twice, three times!
“How do you like it, Wannadream? Do the bass notes of my beautiful bludgeoning stir anything in the depths of that fractured soul of yours? No? Then perhaps my perfect percussion will be more to your liking… I know I’ll love every second of it.”
On that perfectly ominous note Lisa scrambled out of the STF, the FAWN World Champ positioning herself between Calliope and her rubber-coated steel lifeline. Dragging the freak up by simply twisting both ears as hard as she could, Lisa doubled her over with a Toe Kick, then reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A raised finger from the conductor of that Bittersweet Symphony sent a murmur through those assembled, many of them rising in anticipation of-- “WHOOOOAAAAHHH!”
Apparently Cali was even more of a philistine than Lisa realized because the challenger gripped the back of her attacker’s knees and twisted around in a Half Circle that put her butt between the top and middle ropes. That wasn’t what coaxed a cry of perfect surprise from The Dream’s luscious lips however. No, that didn’t happen until Calliope straightened up at full speed, the Monster of the Midway hurling Lisa out into the void with a crude Back Body Drop that would’ve sent the champ hurtling to the floor if she hadn’t caught hold of the top rope and landed awkwardly on the apron.
Burying a hand in Cali’s green hair before the Frightener even turned around, Lisa growled, “That was your last mistake, WannadreHUURRRGGHHH!”
Calliope crooked an arm around the back of Dream’s noggin and dropped to her butt to TWANG the brunette’s throat against the top rope! Lisa’s head snapped back and her knees went watery but she didn’t abandon her place on the apron. Alas, retreat might have served her better in the long run, certainly it would’ve been better than holding her ground while Calliope sprinted to the other side of the ring only to return at full-speed for a headlong dive between the strands, her Lunatic’s Spear folding Lisa in half for the brief, emphatic descent to the floor!
LUNATIC'S SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHKt-7urVyY
Both women splattered to the barely-padded floor, but it’s The Dream taking far worse of the collision, Lisa nearly cut in two by the green-haired missile that sent her flying off the apron. Dream’s back CRASHED into the steel barricade behind her, making the attack a double dip. Slowly, Lisa sank to the arena floor, ending on her pert, leather-encased backside, cowskin-covered stems extended in front of her. For her part, Cali’s landing was on all fours. While it’s less than graceful, she showed no ill effects, rising quickly to her feet and waggling a raised index finger at the champion.
“Ya’know. I just realized Big Red created Lil’ Red, didn’t she?”
The wincing Lisa, grasping at her battered vertebrae, had her attention focused instantly on the One Woman Freak Show. She started to froth like a rabid bytch. Pushing up and away from the steel divider, Dream charged Calliope, Lisa’s Ms. Hyde apparently released by a woman who had enough of her own psychoses to be Lisa’s rubber roommate.
But with Cali owning plenty of asylum time in her own right, she easily handled the broken ‘Red’ version of Lisa, deftly pivoting and steering her foe in a left turn that sent the Crimson Nightmare hurtling into the steel ring steps. The top half of the structure was dislodged from the base, by the now puddled Dream. Red or no, banging skull to metal left the champ in a stupor.
Calliope collected Dream with a handful of dark shoulder-length locks and peeled the Ultimate Image away from the wreckage. She placed palms to shoulders and shoved The Dream back several steps, the Reflection of Perfection barely keeping her legs under her. Cali climbed atop the remaining base of the steps to get a few feet off the thinly padded concrete of the arena floor.
She leapt toward the clueless champ, left arm circling around the head of Dream. The Eclectic Eel wheeled around the withering frame of perfection and RIPPED Lisa off her feet, spinning and PLANTING The Dream’s skull into the deck with a career-shortening version of her Freak Out Tornado DDT.
FREAK OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfF_k5nHB4M
The unconscious Dream flipped and skidded to a halt, right leg wedged under the metal barricade separating flawlessness from Orlando’s rabble. The denizens of the front row surreptitiously touched the Ultimate Image or at least the leather covering her lower limb.
Meanwhile the Queen of Outré Space wasn’t so removed from earth she doesn’t know to slip back in the ring to break Nick’s count before rejoining the comatose Dream on the outside.
She tugged Lisa to vertical, the Luscious One out on her feet, and guided her foe to the apron’s edge.
“I’m beating Red and Black tonight, ‘phobes and ‘philes,” Cali shouted as she lifted and stuffed a softly stirring Dream back in under the bottom rope. “She shoulda let Red out to play a lot earlier because this Dream is waaaaaaaaaaaaay too boring to play with me!”
Instead of following Lisa directly, Cali vaulted to the apron and climbed the nearest corner from outside the post. She reached the top, poised as the trembling titleholder reached an unsteady stance. Slowly, the punchdrunk Dream turned to find her foe and Cali took flight. This time the Kill-iope caught every bit of the Ultimate Image and the Frightener rode Dream down to a ring-rattling descent in Canvas-town.
KILL-IOPE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a75s2tMVGOM
Cali remained seated on Lisa’s chest after the destruction, Dream in a starfish beneath the new crazy in charge for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Somehow, Lisa threw a shoulder up to the disbelief of even the most hardcore Dreamophiles.
Calliope looked down in shock.
“You are crazy,” she says in half-admiration and half-threat. “I may not be able to cure you and maybe I don’t want to, you’re so much fun, but I can sure as hell make you plead for a cell where they don‘t allow visitors.”
Cali plucked both of Lisa’s ankles, turning away from the brunette as she lifted them. The Eclectic Eel dropped her grip slightly lacing her fingers into a loop around the shins of her foe. The green-haired grappler managed to twist in a 180 while flipping the reeling Dream to her chest.
A quick step over and the One Woman Freak Show had Lisa howling in pain with an Inverted Boston Crab.
INVERTED BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY
Cali leaned forward, curling the spine of The Dream in a direction it was never meant to travel. In agony, Lisa tugged at her locks with both hands, fleetingly trying to spread the pain. Quickly realizing there’s no disguising the anguish emanating from her lower vertebrae, the Ultimate Image pressed her palms to the deck, pushed up, and began ‘walking’ toward the salvation of the rubber-coated steel strands. It took seconds that surely seem hours to the World Champion, but she finally wrapped a palm around the bottom rope, instantly pleading for release to Castle.
Calliope stuck out her tongue at the ref, the curling flesh also containing a hint of green to match her long lustrous locks. But when the count of ‘FOUR’ comes, the Frightener committed an act of sanity, releasing to keep herself in the race for FAWN’s biggest prize.
Castle came between the demented duo, each woman a psychiatrist’s nightmare in her own way. Calliope seemed oddly happy to comply. She strode to the nearest corner where she climbs to the middle ropes, turns, and watches intently as the aching Dream struggled to her feet with the help of the ropes.
“Can you continue?” Nick asked.
“If you want to see what I can do, you try and stop the match,” Lisa growled, a hint of lunacy in her perfect dark pools.
Dream and Castle moved away from the ropes, Lisa ready to renew hostilities and Nick to keep the fight within FAWN’s loose framework of rules.
Neither seemed ready for Cali to descend from the Matterhorn, her signature diving Spear from on high. But Celia Blassenville’s most infamous patient had enough awareness to pull Castle in front of her and it’s the official who got cut through by the Queen of Outré Space.
Castle’s planted into the deck, knocked into next week by Calliope. As the challenger pushed to her feet, staring at what she’s wrought. From her foe’s six, the Ultimate Image threw a vicious chop block into the back of Calliope’s left knee. Cali cried out as she dropped to genuflect in front of a frothing Lisa.
“You’re just a stand-in for Celia’s Sisters, aren’t you?” The Dream hissed, eyes flashing a certain scarlet-colored fury.
Lisa lifted a pointed elbow and DROVE it into the crown of Cali’s cranium, seeming to partially liquefy the challenger into putty, the Frightener’s dark eyes rolling white.
“Let’s see what I can do to turn you red,” Lisa spat.
The Dream lifted and doubled Cali over with a Toe kick to the tummy then tugged the challenger’s lowered noggin between her leather-encased legs. Lisa clamped her Standing Headscissors tight and raised her right hand, fashioning it into a paddle.
“This one’s for you, Doc!”
Impressed that the champ would ever dedicate her most famous tune to anyone, especially the woman essentially responsible for her previous incarceration and current fractured state, the FAWNatics had a moment to wonder if The Dream had started to grow as a person before she SWATTED Calliope’s glutes and grabbed a handful of those sequined briefs for a malicious wedgie. Nope, same old Lisa, though fans of callipygian calypso riffs didn’t mind this in the slightest, as the Bittersweet Symphony sounded especially crisp tonight. Lost deep in her palm percussion, the Ultimate Image spanked her challenger’s helpless ass for no less than fifteen seconds, then finished up with a catty crescendo consisting of a vicious double glute raaaaaaaaaake and another emphatic wedgie!
Raising her palms to chin level so she could blow off the worst of that bittersweet burn, Lisa squeezed the Headscissors a little harder to ensure Cali couldn’t go anywhere before she cinched her arms around the green-haired freak’s waist. “You tell that bytch to leave me alone, understand, freak?” Dream hissed down at her opponent’s back. “I clawed my way out of that cell all the way back to perfection and SHE SAID I WAS FREE!” The Eclectic Eel offered nothing by way of response, so Lisa dipped her knees and flipped the other wrestler up onto her shouldNO! Calliope slid her legs offa Dream’s mount and grabbed the back of Lisa’s head in both hands while simultaneously dropping to her knees to THAWHONK the champ’s perfect pate courtesy of a left-field Facebuster!
LEFT FIELD FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6bYLp6jqMw
The jolt bounced Lisa to her knees in front of the challenger and damned if she didn’t grab Cali by the scruff so she could slap her across the mouth! “How dare you deny these idiots the perfect Powerbomb!” Dream rasped, her index finger half an inch from Calliope’s nose. “Duuuhhhh… don’t you know the Wannadreams need all the joy they can geNNNGGHHH!”
Calliope knocked Lisa’s hand away and followed it up by pinking those flawless features with a savage Bytch Slap of her own! “Hehhhh… hear those cheers, Red?” the Queen of Outré Space murmured. “Sounds like they’re plenty joyful to mRRRRGGGHHH!”
Lisa slapped Calliope‘s face hard enough to make her ears ring. “Kuuuhhh… keep your stubby little paws away from NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Cali very deliberately slapped The Dream’s mouth and just like that it was on, champion and challenger just branding their palm across her opponent’s cheek in a cringe-worthy one to one exchange that had those assembled bellowing ‘BOO!’ and ‘YAY!’ each time Lisa and Cali exchanged shots.
Each woman landed close to a dozen slaps without so much as a thought to defense, indeed it wasn’t until Lisa landed her last shot that she followed up with a rough shove to the Frightener’s chest and started to ri--“OOOOOOOWWWW!” Calliope caught hold of Lisa’s left wrist, pulled it close to her face and chomped down on the soft flesh between thumb and forefinger!
“CRAZY BYTCH!” Lisa wailed in agony as she tried to prize herself from Cali’s gnashing maw. “STOP TRYING TO EAT PERFECTOOOFFFHHHH!”
Calliope pumped a heavy right hand into the pit of the champ’s stomach, scrambled to verticality and caught Lisa by the nape of the neck, just as Lisa had done to her earlier. “Jeeze Red, I can’t eat you, I can’t wrestle you. Guess I should just throw you back.”
Exactly where ‘back’ was remained a mystery until the One Woman Freak Show pivoted toward the ropes nearest the ramp and charged ‘em at top speed! She was heartbeats from treating Lisa like the perfect discus when the Ultimate Image caught a handful of green hair and spun the pair in a half circle that sent Cali hurtling to the floor in her plaNOOOO! Calliope cadged a page from the Book of Perfection by catching hold of the top rope and sky-hooking her way back to the apron in relative safety. The overly pleased roar from the FAWNatics immediately tipped Lisa to the miscreant’s escape and she spun around on one heel, her right fist already swinging in for a perfect Haymaker to that decidedly imperfect-- Calliope blocked the blow with her forearm, snatched a huge handful of hair and jerked The Dream in to THWONK a Headbutt between her eyes!
Lisa juddered but her legs didn’t give way, meaning she was forced to tag along when the Monster of the Midway raced down the narrow ledge and just BWUUUUUUNGED Lisa’s vivacious visage against the roughly-padded steel rung of the top turnbuckle! Now the champ’s legs did give way, Dream not so much rebounding as flying from the collision to land stacked on the back of her head and shoulders. Leftover momentum spilled Lisa onto all fours, a detail Calliope noted before she chose to scale the corner from her place on the outside. Reaching the top with Dream still on one knee, the Eclectic Eel straightened up, then hopped up and twisted around one-hundred and eighty degrees in anticipation of a gorgeous Moonsa--“AAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Cali’s legs gave way in a cataclysmically perfect paroxysm of pain when the newly vertical Lisa rushed the corner and PWAAAKED an uppercut into the challenger’s undercarriage! Her base obliterated, Calliope collapsed to a seat on the top turnbuckle, then cried out in fresh agony when the vindictive Dream scored her back more than half a dozen times! Bearing down on her foe’s shoulders hard enough to break the skin, Lisa clambered up the strands to take up a position directly behind her seated prey. With Cali’s chin cupped in one hand, The Dream went to town with punch after punch after punch, Lisa’s usual effortless perfection slowly but surely giving way to the crimson fury of her alter-“NO!”
Lisa stopped dropping bombs and grabbed a double handful of Calliope’s hair instead. “THERE IS NO RED LISA! THERE IS ONLY THE DREAM! AND THE DREAM… IS… PERFECT!” Lisa leapt, ‘smecked’ her legs around Cali’s neck and popped her hips to fling the Frightener from her perch into an ungainly freefall that THAWHAMMED her down flat on her face, chest and belly!
AVALANCHE DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz3iq7ynBx4
Calliope bounced to unsteady feet, the challenger clearly trying to clear her head after the brutal Dream Driv-THWHACK! Lisa jacked that imperfect jaw with a crushing Super Kick, then turned her back to the freak and caught herself a Three Quarters Facelock before Cali could collapse. The Ultimate Image kicked her right leg forward and brought it scything back to bring both ladies down, the champ ending on her knees while poor Calliope was SPIKED on her forehead!
DAY DREAMER @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqQ2ZCG_Wx0
Shipped out on the late bus to Dreamland courtesy of Lisa’s favorite finishers, Cali was little more than a rag-doll when the Luscious One cradled the near leg and pointed her still be-wedgied backside to the rafters while a slow-moving Nick Castle crawled over to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa let go and hurried to her feet, the victorious champion damned near storming after Nick Castle to ensure her hand was raised when the Announcer bellowed, Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… LISA DREAM!”
Nick did as he’s told. Loudly. The Ultimate Image seemed satiated for a moment, forcing the FAWNatics to recognize who’s a lunatic, namely the unconscious Wannadream with the, ugh, green hair, and who’s at the top of the organizational mountain.
Lisa’s satisfaction was but a few seconds before she demanded Castle retrieve her belt. The title’s already on the way to ringside. The official gathered it and handed the prize to its flawless owner. The Dream raised it high and walked to the comatose crazy, placing a boot on Calliope’s chest.
“It’s time this psycho and all you Dreamophobes understand,” Lisa shouted. “This is The Dream’s World.”
The Reflection of Perfection commanded Castle strap the title around her slender waist and again Nick obliged, taking care to shuffle the champ away from a softly stirring Cali.
“You proved yourself, Lisa,” he stated clearly and calmly.
A sly smile creased The Dream’s lips.
“Perfectly.”