Post by hawkeye on Mar 18, 2020 0:12:35 GMT
The sold out crowd let loose with a raucous roar as the last two roses were drawn from this bouquet of brutality.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts blasted from the speakers and lights flickered in a myriad of colors through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
MADDY MAYHEM:
Maddy, dressed in a black vinyl two piece completed with white boots and black pads, stepped onto stage with the familiar ‘Batsy’ slung over one shoulder. She stood before the ramp, chewing her gum and observing the audience before she turned her attention to Batsy. “Gotta do this one on my own, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.” she told the well-worn Louisville Slugger. “Don’t worry though, I’ll save some’a Lisa’s blood for ya!” With that she gave Batsy a kiss and tossed him aside before starting down the ramp.
Seemingly intrigued by both cheers and jeers, Mayhem zipped from one side of the aisle to the other, sometimes to pose for pictures, sometimes to rip up a sign, sometimes to flip the bird and well, sometimes she did all three in the span of heartbeats! Breaking away from the FAWNatics once she reached the foot of the ramp, Maddy exploded into a sprint, dove under the bottom rope and skidded to within inches of Senior Official Nick Castle.
“HI!” Maddy chirped as soon as she’d popped to her feet. “I left Batsy back up there like a boring good girl, so you don’t have to check my pads and boots, right?”
“I don’t know, Maddy. Did you leave your brass knuckles and screwdriver in the back too?”
Mayhem whistled innocently, but wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Elbows and knees, Maddy.” Castle sighed.
Maddy countered with a sigh of her own, though she did as the ref asked. Said inspection actually turned up nothing untoward and earned the challenger an impressed nod.
“Very good Maddy, I’m proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too! I hid a wrench in one of the top turnbuckles!”
“What?”
“I mean, I love the spirit of competition, byyyyyyyeeee!” Mayhem gave him a wave, then flounced off to the far corner where she settled in to await the arrival of tonight’s perfect prey.
The Bytch Boss did it again. Sticking her in the ring with a nutcase. And while Maddy Mayhem was a totally different brand of nuts than Calliope, she’s just as imperfect and just as unworthy to face flawlessness. From behind the curtain, Lisa stewed at the reaction the blonde challenger received. Though mixed, it would be better than hers.
Caught on a carousel of crazy courtesy of Christian, there would be no jumping off tonight. She’d give a lethal Daydream to the Maiden of Madness but then it might be time to go the source and teach Bethany a lesson. Let her learn playing with perfection comes at a cost.
The thoughts of backstage bullying were knocked from her mind as a loud bang began a light show filling the upper stage. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replace the blazing fireworks.
’O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
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.
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her immaculate ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of perfection even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
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. She had a microphone in her opposite hand.
“Ready for your sedation, Patient Maddy?”
Mayhem surged toward the champ, a startled Dream wide-eyed and backpedaling until the blonde was drawn into a hug from Castle.
Dream was clad in her iconic, 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 reached 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
A little skittish at Maddy’s overreaction to her relatively harmless jibe, Lisa decided she’s had enough conversation and moved to her corner, handing over her title and stick to a nearby attendant, the Announcer using the lull to herald the arrival of The Dream.
“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 stretches both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on the Aussie Anarchist, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Dreamophobes.
“Let’s go, Castle,” Dream complained. “I’ve got another flawless victory to put in the books.”
Nick called for the bell and the match clanged to order.
Lisa pushed off the buckles as soon as the bell sounded, not to confront the challenger but to make a case to the Senior Official instead. Storming up to Nick with little more than a dismissive sneer in Mayhem’s direction, The Dream exclaimed, “This is an outrage, Castle! An indignity! A desecration! An…” she paused for a moment, Lisa’s internal thesaurus searching for the perfect word to describe her situation.
“An affront?” Nick suggested.
“YES! That’s it exactly!” Dream snapped her fingers for emphasis. “What does Bethany think she’s doing, befouling my championship reign with a parade of lunatics and ne’er-do-wells?”
The ref was careful to phrase his answer in a way that didn’t direct even a fraction of Lisa’s legendary temper in his direction. “Bethany’s gonna do what Bethany’s gonna do, Lisa. We both know that. If you’d like my advice--”
“Cuh-learly I do not.” The Dream broke in.
“Even so, I’d be more concerned with what Maddy is doing.”
“Oh that doesn’t matter in the slightest, she won’t dare to leave the corner without my permissHEYNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Apparently Mayhem did dare because she caught hold of the champ’s shoulder and spun her around for the sole purpose of CRACKING a Knife-Edge Chop across Lisa’s chest!
Stung and infuriated in equal measure, the Ultimate Image of Human Indignation steadied her footing and returned Maddy’s Chop with scorching interest, Lisa’s luscious lips showing the first hint of her trademark smile when Mayhem staggered back with a forearm angled tight across her chest. “That’s what you GET, you grubby little anarchist!” Dream sniped at the blonde. “Don’t you EVER interrupt Perfection when she’s NNNGGGGHHH!”
Maddy found Lisa’s chin with a straight right hand that snapped her head back in whiplash fashion. “Here’s some better advice, you prissy head-case.” Mayhem chided. “Don’t turn your back on the Maiden of AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lisa caught hold of Maddy’s left pigtail, wrapped it around her fist and used it to yank the challenger into a stern, grinding Side Headlock. “Did you see that? Did you SEE that?” Lisa barked at Nick. “She attacked me when we were having a conversation! Is this what passes for a challenger these days?” The Dream punctuated this question by energetically scuffing Mayhem’s cheek against her leather-sheathed hip.
“Lisa, in her defense the bell had already sounded, she was perfectly within her rights to attack, as were you. And while I’m thinking about it, let go of her hair, please.”
Lisa snorted, released the hair-hold and immediately helped herself to an identical grip on Maddy’s right pigtail. “Don’t patronize me, Castle. We both know this imbecile needs to learn what happens to those who dare assault my perfectOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Maddy’d been swatting and scraping at the champion’s midsection with no observable results, that all changed when she slipped a few fingers under the snug waistband of that perfect leather to subject Dream to an eye-watering wedgie! Forgetting all about the Headlock to tend to the craven assault on her underwear, Lisa caught hold of Mayhem’s wrist in both hands and “OOOFFFHH!”
Maddy pivoted into the brunette and brought her knee up into the washboard perfection of The Dream’s midsection. “Baby, did you really think you’d get through this match without a whole new catalogue of trauma?” the Maiden of Madness teased. “Guess you haven’t been paying attention.”
Lisa tried to shove her away with an awkward sort of shoulder nudge, so Maddy laid a quick, clubbing Overhand Forearm Smash across her lower back. That straightened The Dream up in a single shot, allowing the black-clad blonde to catch the champ in a Bear Hug from behind. Hands dug in just above Lisa’s navel, Maddy dipped slightly and hoisted her burden high enough for Dream’s boots to flail several inches above the canvas.
“Not gonna give up already, are ya Dreamy?” Mayhem asked as she walked the struggling brunette around in a small circle. “I’d heard that you… or at least part of you, was kind of a badass.”
“Vuuuhhh… vile vulgarian!” Lisa groaned against the pressure of her foe’s grasp. “I’m no mere badass, I’m perfection personifNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy swung Dream up so her legs were pointed toward two o’clock, then swung her down and sank to one knee to THUMP Lisa’s tailbone against the post of her thigh! The Ultimate Image went up on tiptoe, Dream’s perfect hands flying to the slim curve of her tush to address the egregious insult of the Atomic Drop.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fEOoIXl6bk
Mayhem didn’t seem to mind, indeed she cupped her right hand into a paddle and swatted Lisa’s-- “HANDS OFF, WANNADREAM!” Lisa rounded on the challenger with a Haymaker that missed its target only because Mayhem went low at just the right time. Maddy made her pay for the error with an Uppercut that clipped The Dream’s chin and left her unable to defend against the Wristlock that followed.
Though the skirmish thus far had brought the combatants to within easy reach of a corner, Maddy pivoted around so she could send Lisa racing across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. FAWN’s Ultimate Image couldn’t find the brakes so she did the next best thing, twisting in a rough half circle to BWUNG spine-first into the roughly-padded steel. As for Mayhem, she sprinted at the strands to Lisa’s left, timing her rebound to coincide with Dream’s exit from the corner. Indeed Lisa had barely made it two steps when Maddy caught a double handful of hair and left her feet in a long, arcing jump that brought her to her knees in relative comfort while The Dream was THWONKED down flat on her face and chest!
REBOUND BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILbpeoMOkt4
The Rebound Bulldog bounced Lisa onto her shoulder and hip, so Mayhem grabbed both and pulled her onto her back for a Crossbody that earned…
ONE…
Lisa kicked out just before ‘TWO!’, a demonstration of Dreamy that earned a round of applause from the Dreamophiles and jeers of disdain from idiots.
The challenger didn’t care much one way or the other, she merely got to her feet, took possession of Lisa’s ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring. Discarding The Dream’s right stem to focus on the left, Mayhem extended her right leg over Lisa’s exposed stem and dropped to her butt to deliver a painful collision half a heartbeat before she folded the champ’s leg around her own intruding gam. After that she laid claim to Lisa’s right leg and folded it so the brunette’s left ankle was caught in the pit of her right knee. Once that was settled she braced her left heel against The Dream’s right foot and puuuuuusssssshed forward to complete the Indian Deathlock.
INDIAN DEATHLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cj3m9lKELBs
“Eeeeeerrrrrhhhhhhhh!” Lisa twisted onto her hip and pounded an angry fist against the mat in an effort to distract herself from the pain shooting up her legs.
“Why do they call you the Luscious One?” Mayhem asked after Lisa had refused Castle’s first question of surrender. “Wouldn’t the Dreamy One make more sense? Or even the Leathery UGGH!”
Lisa’s leverage was far from perfect, but that didn’t stop her from driving a Forearm Smash into her attacker’s chest. “Don’t even bother wasting your breath, Wannadream.” she hissed. “There’s nothing that could come out of that clownish mouth of yours that’d be worth my attention, save for your submission, that AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Maddy braced her hands on the mat, leaned back and bounced her left heel against Dream’s boot to draw the Deathlock that much tighter. Easing up when she saw Lisa plunge a hand into her own hair, Mayhem hunched over and slapped the back of that perfect dome over and over again. “Who’s gettin’ clowned now, prissy? I’ll give you a hint, her name is Lisa and she USED to be the FAWN World Champion!”
Just tell me. Just tell me, Lisa,” Castle implored.
Face etched in pain, The Dream sat up to take a swing at the official, missing by a mile. She planted her palms on the canvas and slowly butt scooted her way toward the ropes. Maddy bore down, drawing howls of pain from the brunette. But the champ didn’t relent. She finally made it to the ropes and wrapped a palm around the bottom cable.
“LEGGO!” Dream shouted at Mayhem.
Turning to someone who might be more amenable she screamed “GET HER OFF!” to Nick.
The man obediently started his count, Maddy unlocking her submission at ‘FOUR!’, then scrambling to her feet.
Lisa hugged the bottom rope with both arms, demanding the challenger get back. Apparently misunderstanding the Maiden of Madness gave a damn for such requests, Lisa’s surprised when the blonde pushed past Castle and grabbed the ankles of the title holder.
With Lisa squealing in outrage, Maddy tugged Dream toward the middle extending the leather-clad frame of the champ out from the ropes, Lisa hanging on for dear life with both hands. In stair-step pattern, her grip moved to the middle rope then the top, before one final tug sent The Dream flying then CRASHING to the canvas, landing on her spine.
Lisa arched in anguish, reaching for her lower back. She pushed to a seated position. Mayhem was already on the move, racing to the ropes behind her and charging out of the rebound, aiming her Oh! Mayhem! kinshasa directly at the Dream’s noggin. Lisa avoided a quick end by the scantest of margins, dropping to her back, the blonde’s knee sailing inches above.
The Ultimate Image pushed to her feet, wincing through the pain in her still aching leg as Maddy skidded to a stop and turned to face her foe. Trying to create her namesake, the blonde immediately charged again with right arm drawn to Clothesline Lisa’s head from her shoulders.
The Reflection of Perfection ducked under and headd to the ropes while Maddy transformed her miss into a race to the opposite cables. Champ and challenger rebound and COLLIDED in simultaneous Crossbody dives, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ reflexively at the disastrous, full-speed impact. Both women were laid out on their backs, each wrapping an arm around their obliterated midriffs.
‘YOU’RE…BOTH…CRAZY!’ the FAWNatics chanted, trying their best to be in unison and failing.
“I am not,” Lisa grunted softly, trying to regain her breath.
The Maiden of Madness chuckled in response, seemingly energized by the fans’ mantra, so much so she kipped to her feet, tugged her pigtails back into alignment and headed for the ropes again. The blonde U-turned out of the rubber-coated steel and leapt into a rising Dream. Maddy forced her foe’s collapse with a Thesz Press and battered away with swabbing rights and lefts, Lisa trying to cover up as best she could.
Dream managed to barrel roll to the top position and take Mayhem’s place in the pummeling, but the challenger repeated the process and got in several swings before rising, pulling a wobbly Lisa up with her. The Dream pushed the loony Aussie off and loaded a backhand Chop but Maddy caught the blow with both raised hands. She pulled the captured hand toward her and took a bite out of The Dream’s perfect digits.
Lisa wailed as she pulled her hand loose and staggered back a few steps, checking on her gnarled fingers.
“CASTLE!” she screamed.
Having had enough, Lisa turned and moved to the ropes, starting to exit.
“I will not have this lunatic desecrating perfection in this way,” she shouted behind her.
The Dream got through the cables but didn’t reach the floor before Maddy latched onto the shoulder-length, dark locks of the Ultimate Image from behind. Lisa spun to face her foe, crying out.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetie. Not until I get my shiny shiny,” Mayhem insisted.
Lisa shot her hands behind the blonde’s skull and dropped to her knees, giving up a few perfect strands of her mane to hotshot Maddy’s throat across the top rope. A gagging Mayhem bounced away from the cables, reaching for her reddening neck. As she did, Lisa slipped into the squared circle, reaching toward her challenger from behind as she approached. She latched onto Maddy’s head and surged forward another few steps before sitting out and PLANTING Mayhem’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Dreamy Bulldog.
Maddy absently flopped to her back from the impact, eyes glazed. For her part, Lisa passed on the pin attempt shooting to her feet. She flinched slightly, the Deathlocked leg still giving her some issues. But she’s unwilling to let the hitch stop her.
Moving to the nearest corner, she climbed into unfamiliar territory for the usually terrestrial Dream. Reaching the middle ropes, she turned to face Mayhem and leapt into the void above the blonde, landing across Maddy’s midriff with a ring-rattling, body-shaking Senton. Lisa leaned into her pre-packaged pin, back draping across the challenger’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy pushed out from under, heaving Lisa to a seated position. Cuh-learly understanding that a Senton from the top would be even more perfect, Lisa raced to the buckles and ascended to the penthouse, turning and facing the flattened Mayhem.
Another flawless leap. But the landing was far less so as the Aussie Anarchist rolled clear of the encore, leaving Lisa to crash and burn onto empty canvas. The Dream twisted in pain from the unexpected, uncushioned arrival, reflexively complaining to Castle the flaxen-haired fool was not supposed to do that.
The Maiden of Madness, baby blues twinkling with a burning fury, pushed to her feet and turned toward the impeccable wreckage. She manically grabbed a wrist of the Ultimate Image and yanked Lisa to her feet, aiming her at the most distant corner. With an Irish Whip, she flung Dream at her appointed ending and Lisa was compelled to sprint toward the buckles, turning into them and crashing, her vertebrae again abused by the Aussie.
The collision unhinged Lisa’s leather-clad legs and The Dream dropped to her pert backside, lower limbs extended, head on a bobble as she stared blankly at the fuming Mayhem, set in the opposite corner.
Maddy needed no further urging to race across the squared circle, leaping with legs extended from a few feet out and RAMMING her bum into Lisa’s chest. Mayhem latched onto the ropes on either side and BUSTED THE HELL out of her perfect bronco, thrusting forward time and time again. The crowd counted to ‘TEN’, Maddy slamming her junk into the increasingly flaccid and lowering Lisa until The Dream got a snootful of crotch on the last banging pelvic push.
A gleeful Maddy dismounted and pulled the ragged Lisa to rubbery legs, leaning the brunette into the corner. She scooped her arms under the upper thighs of the slender Dream and launched the lethargic Lisa to a seat on the top buckle.
The Maiden of Madness, unapologetic in the title match mayhem she’s producing, climbed to the middle ropes and directed a flaccid Lisa to a stance on the top, the Aussie quickly joining her at the uppermost floor.
The crowd expectantly revs as the blonde wrapped her arms around the chest of her foe, Maddy’s twisted idea becoming clear. Mayhem tosses the champ up and over, Lisa flying out to center stage with a Psycho Superplex, Lisa likely putting a dent in the mat with her explosive landing.
Maddy had a bit to work through after her impact as well, but she crawled to the splayed and lifeless Dream, dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa rolled a shoulder up with Nick’s hand a few inches off the canvas.
Patently unimpressed by the wherewithal of Perfection, Mayhem treated herself to a double handful of The Dream’s dark locks and hauled her to all fours. “Crawling’s a good look on you, Dreamy!” Maddy teased as she led the faltering champion toward the strands. “After you hand over the shiny I think I’ll keep you around as a peHUUFFHH!”
Lisa reared back on her knees and pounded a heavy punch into the blonde’s trim midriff. “The Dream is NO ONE’S pet, lunatic!” she hissed. “Never soil my ears with such filth if you know what’s good for NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Mayhem Hip Checked Lisa’s perfect mug with extreme prejudice, the Maiden of Madness comin’ in like a wrecking ball to halt her opponent’s tirade. “I think it’s obvious I have no idea what’s good for me or anyone else.” Maddy dragged Lisa the rest of the way to the strands, forced her neck down across the middle rope, then swung a leg over and sat down, the blonde just bouncing every ounce of her weight across Dream’s shoulders. “However,” Mayhem was smiling as she used that chaotic evil backside to throttle the breath from her rival, “I do know EVERYTHING about what’s bad for you, champ.”
Nick must’ve agreed because Maddy had only just settled into a proper rhythm when he hurried over and ordered, “Off her throat, c’mon Maddy!”
Mayhem stretched her arms over the top rope and swished her glutes across the nape of Lisa’s suffering neck. “Not until you play me down, mister man!” Castle did, his count once again reaching ’FOUR!’ before Maddy deigned to abandon her struggling perch.
Respiration sounding anything but perfect, Lisa managed to wrap a weary hand around the second strand to make sure that idiot ref knew she was staying the ropes and thus afforded all the respite and reprieve provided by that particular sanctuary. For his part, Nick did nothing to hinder Lisa’s stay. Maddy on the other hand seemed taken with some particularly ill intentions, if the devious smile on her face was any indication. Skipping to the corner to Lisa’s right, the black-clad blonde made her way to the high rent district where she blew a kiss at the champ only to pluck it from the aether and swat it against her own butt.
“Lisa looks sad.” Mayhem told the FAWNatics in a tone of exaggerated distress. “But I know what’ll turn that frown upside down!”
The crowd didn’t get a chance to guess, Maddy simply leapt out into the void, her left leg raised to waist-level so she could bring the Glee-otine down across the back of Lisa’s THUMP! “NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!” The Ultimate Image of Perfect Self Preservation pulled her head clear at the last possible second, leaving Mayhem to slam down butt-first atop the narrow ledge of the apron!
Nearly paralyzed with pain in the wake of the massive miss, the Maiden of Madness dug deep enough to hook an arm over the middle rope, thus ensuring she didn’t tumble the rest of the way to the floor. The question of whether or not the floor was actually a safer choice than the apron was on everyone’s mind as soon as Lisa reached over and laid claim to both of the challenger’s pigtails. Yanking Mayhem to her feet without any of her usual theatrics, The Dream smashed a Headbutt between Maddy’s eyes, then drew her into a Front Facelock made infinitely more torturous because her throat was pressed tight to the top rope!
“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD SNUFF PERFECTION, YOU SAD LITTLE COCKROACH?” Lisa bellowed as she repaid Mayhem’s earlier roughhousing with hateful interest. “PERFECTION IS ENDLESS! PERFECTION IS UNBREAKABLE! PERFECTION IS--”
“Going to get her off the ropes.” Castle interrupted. “Get her back in the ring, Lisa.”
Dream shot him a look that suggested a fate most terrible were the zebra to interrupt her again and yet the World Champ did as bade, Lisa easing off the stranglehold to reach over the ropes for a grip on Maddy’s waistband. Tugging the challenger’s togs far harder than necessary (presumably in retaliation for the indignity she’d endured earlier), The Dream bent her knees and lifted Mayhem high overhead, her blonde’s toes pointing into the rafters as Lisa walked ‘em both back several steps. Those assembled were gathering their breath for a count when Dream kicked a foot forward and laid out flat to bring her burden to the deck with a perfect Vertical Suplex!
Interesting bit of trivia, Vertical Suplexes are like potato chips in that you can never have just one. That’s why Lisa kicked both legs up and rolled onto her stomach without giving up the Facelock or her grip on Mayhem’s trunks. With those hooks still set it was child’s play for the Reflection of Perfection to reclaim verticality and unload her second Suplex in less than ten seconds. The third Suplex started the same as those preceding it, at least until Lisa gave up that salacious half-wedgie to yank Mayhem’s left leg off the mat in a tight cradle. Just like that she bridged up, over and down, The Dream PLANTING Maddy on the back of her head and shoulders with the First Verse in her Ode to Perfection. Lisa went up on tiptoes, the brunette showing off remarkable core strength through a count of…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
ONE…
TWO…
“NNNGGHH!” Mayhem SLAPPED her free hand against The Dream’s tummy, breaking the bridge a whisper after ‘TWO!’ This escape ensured the challenger another three seconds in the Main Event, unfortunately it also guaranteed her Lisa’s enmity and that was practically eternal.
Set on one knee beside the vulnerable challenger, Dream shoved Mayhem onto her back, snatched a double handful of hair and briskly scrubbed Maddy’s face against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Mayhem’s squeals of protest went from muffled to crystal clear once Lisa yanked her mug off the mat so she could lead her to the ropes, just as she’d been led not too long ago. But where Maddy had folded Lisa’s neck over the rubber-coated steel, The Dream tugged her prey’s torso beneath the second strand, then gripped her elbows and draped her arms over the rope.
Hunkered in close, Lisa cupped Mayhem’s chin with one hand and claimed a pigtail with the other. “Look at the camera. I said look at the camera, Wannadream!” The Ultimate Image shook Maddy’s head until the challenger did as commanded. “Very good. Now tell all the Dreamophiles that you’re sorry for daring to mar my perfection with your--”
“Kiss my ass.” Mayhem interrupted. “I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done tonight… or anything I’ve yet to OOOOOOWWWWWWWW! REF! BITING! SHE’S BIIIIIIITTTTTING!”
This was actually a bit of an understatement as Lisa wasn’t just biting, it looked like she was trying to chew a hole through the blonde’s left cheek!
More than a little concerned about this Red omen, Nick rushed over and started a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Dream spat out her snack, scrambled to boot-leather and stalked the official halfway across the ring. “DON’T INTERRUPT ME, CASTLE! THIS MADWOMAN NEEDS TO LEARN HER PLACE!”
Lisa turned away without waiting for an answer as she was still far more interested in the wounded wrestler hanging in the ropes. Grabbing hold of Maddy’s kneepads this time, the FAWN World Champ lifted Mayhem’s stems off the mat, turned her upside down and draped the pits of her knees over the top rope. The finished product was a Dreamy twist on the Tree of Woe, though the arrangement proved downright nightmarish for Maddy when Lisa curled her right hand into a spade and affixed it between her thighs!
“Submit, Wannadream!” Dream demanded as she poured on the prurient punishment. “Submit or I’ll transform you from an yet another flawed failure into FAWN’s only Perfect Puppet!”
The more Maddy wriggled and Castle protested, the more froth began to collect in the corner of Lisa’s lips, one of the telltale signs of both rabies and Red Lisa. The champ viciously kneaded the blonde’s privates, threatening to punch her delving digits through the thin spandex covering the crotch of the Maiden of Madness.
Speaking of insanity, Lisa mumbled incoherently when Nick started his count. What she doesn’t do was relent. Castle reached FOUR and when the Ultimate Image continues to DRIVE her crotch claw deep, the zebra pushed his way between the champ and challenger, apparently under orders from Bethany there would be no ‘indecisive’ count-out end between the blonde and brunette lunatics.
Nick worked The Dream’s clutching set of fingers free from the juncture of Mayhem’s thighs, the tensed body of the challenger loosening into a jellied, overturned nutcase. Lisa, having gone Full Crimson, tore at her own locks, threatening to rip Nick limb from limb.
When Castle threatened to hand over the belt if she committed violence against him, Lisa didn’t seem to understand it’s likely a bluff. She turned and raced to a corner, slamming her skull into the top buckle a half dozen times to take out her manic frustration on herself since, at the moment, she couldn’t train it on anyone else.
The wide-eyed official backed away, reaching Maddy and freeing the blonde, allowing her to tumble to the canvas, collapsing into a puddle at the man’s feet.
Finished with her masochistic brain battering, the Shattered Image pushed away from the corner and strode toward her foe, brushing Nick aside with a threatening glance and nothing more. She wrapped a pair of palms around Mayhem’s head and drew the demolished blonde to her feet. Still stooped, the challenger’s noggin was pulled forward, stuffed between Lisa’s leather-clad thighs.
The Dream clamped down with her Standing Headscissors and everyone in America knew what came next. Lisa hooked both sets of fingers under the lower rims of Maddy’s gear, then yanked to the rafters, going atomic on a wedgie that forced the blonde to tiptoes with a squawk of pain. The flawless brunette removed her hooks and fashioned the hands into paddles, lifting them high to a mixed reaction, plenty in the crowd wanting to see Lisa’s infamous opus even if conducted by the amateurish stylings of her Red incarnation.
But before Dream could bring the palms down and begin the Bittersweet Symphony, Maddy cried out with a banshee wail, her arms wrapping around Lisa’s upper thighs. The bigger, more powerful mental ward refugee of the two, Mayhem had little trouble lifting Lisa off the canvas and flipping the champ over her shoulders with a Back Body Drop.
The Reflection of Perfection’s tailbone PLANTED into the thinly-covered plywood and even this intellectually incapacitated version of the Dream couldn’t help but yelp in pain, her hands shooting underneath her throbbing backside, massaging her aching cheeks, face etched in pain.
With Lisa still seated, the Aussie’s insanity was unleashed, Mayhem able to ignore the burning below, rose to her feet, and moved toward the title holder. Racing past, she hit the ropes and returned, launching into a knee strike to the back of The Dream’s skull, sending Lisa tumbling forward, ending flat on her face and chest.
The Maiden of Madness snatched Lisa’s left ankle, raising it, then folding it forward with both arms. Not so crazy she couldn’t modify her standard Stretch Muffler to a unique tool of torture, Maddy leaned forward, threatening to dislocate the knee of the howling Lisa.
MODIFIED STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdSoFf-TXXA
Hands burying in her dark, shoulder-length locks, The Dream yanked at those flawless follicles to spread the anguish, either ignoring or, in her state, unable to understand Mayhem’s demands she surrender the top spot in FAWN.
The champ dug her nails into the deck instead of her scalp and dragged herself toward the saving strands. Before she could reach them, Maddy rose, giving up her submission and lifting her foe’s captured limb high, then SLAMMING Lisa’s knee into the canvas. The Dream shrieked in anguish, cradling her freed stem close. She rolled to the cables and under, dropping to the boot sole of her right foot. She hobbled away, one hand leaning against the apron.
Mayhem snuck out behind the oblivious Dream and raced in from her six, throwing a vile Chop Block into Lisa’s remaining working lower limb. The crowd groaned in reflex as Dream’s strings were cut, the World Champion dropping to the arena floor. But the manic blonde maniac wasn’t done. She hauled Lisa to her feet and stuffed her foe back in the squared circle to break the growing count.
Before the Ultimate Image could creep painfully away, the challenger snatched both ankles from the outside and moved one of Lisa’s luscious, leather-clad legs on either side of the steel corner post. She tugged violently, RAMMING The Dream’s crotch into the metal beam. Lisa, Red or Black, sobbed in agony, her cries only growing louder when the Maiden of Madness fashioned a Figure Four Leglock of Lisa’s lower limbs around the unforgiving post.
With Mayhem hanging off her, Lisa howled in agony, tapping anything she could get her palm on, signaling she’s had enough. But Castle, recognizing this wasn’t a no DQ match, couldn’t accept Lisa’s surrender and continued his count to ‘FOUR!’ before a slightly more composed Maddy unknotted herself from the champ, dropped to the floor, and slid into the ring to join the hobbled, whimpering Dream, Lisa crawling away from her foe on all fours.
“That was a nice little ditty you were playing earlier, Lees.” Mayhem chortled to the suffering champion. “Wanna play an encore for me?”
Dream shook her head ‘no’ without trying to stand or even glance at the blonde. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wannadream.” she huffed. “I seem to have lost track of time for a momUUNNNGGHH!”
Bored by Lisa’s excuses, Maddy raced in, hopped up and THWHAPPED her heels between the penitent perfectionist’s shoulders to drive the whole of that luscious frame into the deck with a heavy Double Stomp! Mayhem landed neatly beside the brunette, dropped to her knees and promptly shoveled Lisa onto her back to secure a cover good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Dream kicked free, rolled onto her side with perhaps a half second to spare. That was about how much time she got to herself before Maddy caught hold at shoulder and hip and tugged her to her back. A single snappy SLAP sent Lisa’s hands north to her wincing features, meaning she was quite preoccupied while the Maiden of Madness took hold of her waistband and deftly undid the top button.
“Whuuuuhhhh… what’re you doing you lunaHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Maddy dropped a miniature Splash across the champ’s tummy because it pleased her to do so, then she indulged in a double handful of hair and hauled ‘em both to boot-leather. A Toe Kick to the narcissist’s navel had Lisa looking at the canvas so Mayhem stepped in and clamped down on the brunette’s noggin in a Standing Headscissors. “These don’t suit you, Lees.” Maddy giggled as she hooked her thumbs into the brunette’s waistband. “It’s sorta like a tacky casing on a cheap hot dog. Only thing to do is peel it off!”
“Don’t… don’t even think about it you gibbering WannadreamOH YOU’RE GOING TO PAYYAARRRRRHHHHH!”
The Maiden of Madness yanked, tugged and otherwise peeled The Dream’s leather down over the slim curve of her glutes to reveal the perfect posterior sheathed in nothing but simple black lycra. Infuriating though this was, Lisa didn’t actually shriek until the challenger caught hold of her trunks and made them vanish with a savagely vengeful wedgie! Mayhem followed this indignity with a quick bongo riff and several seconds of gleefully mean-spirited raking.
Switching over to a Waistlock only after she’d scraped a crude ‘M’ onto each glorious glute, Maddy Mayhem spun The Dream up onto her shoulders and immediately slung her down full force, Lisa THAWHAMMING flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The Mayhem Bomb left Dream looking at the lights and the more chaotic elements of the audience cheering for the unlikely usurper to go for a pin. Mayhem replied to this suggestion with an amused middle finger, then did an about face and strolled to the edge of the ring. An effortless hop onto the middle strand suggested the gimmick infringement wasn’t over yet, but instead of a Maddysault the Heartbroken throng was treated to a Psycho Splash, Mayhem offering the audience another pair of birds before she twisted ‘round and dropped down to THWHAP every bit of her weight across Lisa’s defenseless chest! Dream’s partially stripped stems popped up on impact, allowing Maddy to snag the far leg in a tight cradle. This meant she had one hand free to spank out her own count in time with Castle’s tally of…
PSYCHO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI9llvnBPKY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Ultimate Image of Gutsy Resilience escaped by the skin of her teeth, the nearness of the near fall earning Nick a baleful look from the icy-eyed challenger. “You’re not tough. You’re not bad.” Mayhem grumbled even as she filled her hands with Lisa’s dark locks. “You’re not even crazy. You’re just another attention whore who can’t stand the power of Mayhem!”
Lisa only moaned in response, the sound of it growing a little sadder when Maddy tucked her head under one arm and threaded her arms beneath the champion’s biceps. Hands locked in the center of The Dream’s back, the Aberrant Aussie kicked her right leg forward and swept it out behind to add more ‘oomph’ to the descent that THWHUNKED the crown of Lisa’s skull against the canvas!
MAYHEM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPPOeVarMVA
Planted like a perfect tent spike by the Mayhem DDT, Dream somersaulted through the landing to somehow come up on one knee. Behind her, Maddy reached for a shoulder, only to draw back in favor of a better idea. Scrambling to her feet, she patted Lisa’s aching dome and cooed, “Don’t worry baby, this’ll all feel like a bad dream soon enough.”
That curious prophecy was still on her lips when the challenger bent over and pulled down her right kneepad, an oft-practiced move that barely slowed Mayhem’s stride. Maddy tossed herself into the strands from several feet out and exploded down her own back-trail to unleash a Dream-defying ‘Oh Mayhem!’ directly between Lisa’s eyesNOOOO!
The Reflection of Perfection Headbutted the canvas to avoid the shot, but avoid it she did. Twisting around after the narrow escape, Dream caught hold of Maddy’s waistband for the sole purpose of holding her in place long enough to THUMP a hateful forearm into Mayhem’s undercarriage! Maddy wailed and crumpled to one knee while Lisa rose to her full height, the FAWN World Champion a perfect portrait of vindictive fury.
“Yuuuuhhh… you’re… you’re going to SUFFER, Wannadream.” Dream promised as she filled one hand with Maddy’s pigtails. Positioned directly behind her adversary, Lisa stepped over Mayhem’s posted left leg with her right thigh, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and drew it snug against her midriff. In the very next instant she hooked her right ankle against Maddy’s calf and brought her left leg up and over across the back of Mayhem’s neck. “TAP! TAP YOU IMBECILE!” Lisa shrieked once she’d claimed Maddy’s right wrist to complete the Dreamweaver. “TAP OR I’LL PUT YOU IN THE HOSPITAL!”
DREAMWEAVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSm_fmEQlco
A small but dedicated collection of Dreamophiles second their heroine’s opinion even as the majority of FAWNatics urge the Maiden of Madness to resist as best she can. Indeed, Maddy seemed to endure the cruel contortion better than most, the challenger sobbing a defiant ‘NO!’ when Castle asked if she wanted to quit. This didn’t please Lisa in the slightest and she expressed her irritation by mauling, raking or otherwise torturing anything within reach of her left hand.
“I SAID GIVE UP!” The Dream ordered. “PERFECTION WILL NOT BE DE--”
“F*CK PERFECTION!” Maddy bellowed as she powered to verticality despite the obvious handicap strapped across her back. A bit of pawing at those tangled legs told the blonde there was only one way out so she grit her teeth and lurched forward, Maddy heading for the ropes as quickly as the Dreamweaver would allow.
Disgusted by the lunatic’s tenacity, Lisa doubled down on the Wristlock to craaaaaaaaaaank back on Mayhem’s captured arm while simultaneously jouncing her left leg with every intent of straining the challenger’s neck. “Watch your tone, reprobate.” the Ultimate Image hissed. “I won’t tolerate that from so called legends, I certainly won’t tolerate it from some maniac free on a day pa--”
Dream’s dark eyes went wide with concern as Maddy’s latest lunge brought her straining left hand to within inches of the top rope.
Patently uninterested in learning whether or not Mayhem could escape her perfect trap, The Dream crooked her right hand into a spade and drew it across her opponent’s eyes once, twice, three times! Maddy yelped and started swiping at her face, the unseemly tactic allowing Lisa enough time to break the hold without abandoning her advantageous position. Soon as she was loose the champ went airborne, Lisa landing astride Mayhem’s shoulders and snapping backward, The Dream coming down flat on her tummy while the Maiden of Madness was THWHONKED head-first into the deck! Slopped into a starfish by the Dream Driver, Maddy only moaned when Lisa hooked one leg in a Back Press and shot her other hand high to help all the Wannadreams count off…
DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRltK8d6M14
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Maddy’s run out of Mayhem. She didn’t so much as twitch through Castle’s slaps against the canvas. The Dream continued to lounge atop the motionless blonde, gazing up at the rafters, exhausted but triumphant. If not perfect, but no one, least of all the challenger, was going to say differently.
From her reclined position atop Maddy, the Ultimate Image called for Castle to retrieve her belt and he set off to collect. Lisa sat up, back tight against one of the blonde’s glistening set of ribs. Dream raised both arms high.
“And a microphone,” she screamed after Nick. The official nodded and accepted both from a FAWN minion on the outside.
He walked back to center stage and offered the World champ her prizes if she’ll get up. Lisa grinned mischievously but obliged. She pushed off Maddy’s softly gulping tummy, reaching her feet and accepting the gold in one hand, the stick in the other.
The Reflection of Perfection lifted the proof she’s FAWN’s best to the jeers of the Dreamophobes then brings the microphone to her lips. “Christian. I don’t know if you’re building a case I’m somehow crazy by association with these lunatics you’re putting me in with, but let me assure you, the so-called Red is dead. And there’s no way some refugee from the Funny Farm can match perfection.”
Lisa dropped the stick on Maddy’s gently undulating chest, the only sign of life from the Maiden of Madness. The Dream moved to a corner and ascended, figuratively rubbing the title in the face of every single Wannadream, her majestic music filling the arena. Lisa nodded knowingly then realized her pants were still riding at plumber-crack height. She pulled the leather back in place to the disappointment of the Dreamophiles. While the small minority may be intelligent enough to know perfection, they weren’t worthy of witnessing all of it.
Remembering who put her ivory cheeks on display, Lisa dropped to the canvas and moved her belt into two-handed branching position, ready to lay some post-match mayhem upon Maddy.
Grinning, the champ turned for some extracurricular fun only to find Maddy on her feet and poised, the crazy strong within the Aussie, her psychosis giving her a boost toward recovery more quickly than her sane counterparts.
The ferocious, manic Maddy raced at the startled Dream, but Lisa had the wherewithal to drop to the canvas and roll out under the bottom rope just in the nick. She scurried around the ring, only looking back when she reached the ramp. Maddy’s not given up the hunt. She’s out of the ring and racing after the title holder, rage in her baby blues.
It’s all the Ultimate Image needed to see to beat an even hastier retreat, Lisa only a few steps ahead of Mayhem when she disappears from sight.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts blasted from the speakers and lights flickered in a myriad of colors through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
MADDY MAYHEM:
Maddy, dressed in a black vinyl two piece completed with white boots and black pads, stepped onto stage with the familiar ‘Batsy’ slung over one shoulder. She stood before the ramp, chewing her gum and observing the audience before she turned her attention to Batsy. “Gotta do this one on my own, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.” she told the well-worn Louisville Slugger. “Don’t worry though, I’ll save some’a Lisa’s blood for ya!” With that she gave Batsy a kiss and tossed him aside before starting down the ramp.
Seemingly intrigued by both cheers and jeers, Mayhem zipped from one side of the aisle to the other, sometimes to pose for pictures, sometimes to rip up a sign, sometimes to flip the bird and well, sometimes she did all three in the span of heartbeats! Breaking away from the FAWNatics once she reached the foot of the ramp, Maddy exploded into a sprint, dove under the bottom rope and skidded to within inches of Senior Official Nick Castle.
“HI!” Maddy chirped as soon as she’d popped to her feet. “I left Batsy back up there like a boring good girl, so you don’t have to check my pads and boots, right?”
“I don’t know, Maddy. Did you leave your brass knuckles and screwdriver in the back too?”
Mayhem whistled innocently, but wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Elbows and knees, Maddy.” Castle sighed.
Maddy countered with a sigh of her own, though she did as the ref asked. Said inspection actually turned up nothing untoward and earned the challenger an impressed nod.
“Very good Maddy, I’m proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too! I hid a wrench in one of the top turnbuckles!”
“What?”
“I mean, I love the spirit of competition, byyyyyyyeeee!” Mayhem gave him a wave, then flounced off to the far corner where she settled in to await the arrival of tonight’s perfect prey.
The Bytch Boss did it again. Sticking her in the ring with a nutcase. And while Maddy Mayhem was a totally different brand of nuts than Calliope, she’s just as imperfect and just as unworthy to face flawlessness. From behind the curtain, Lisa stewed at the reaction the blonde challenger received. Though mixed, it would be better than hers.
Caught on a carousel of crazy courtesy of Christian, there would be no jumping off tonight. She’d give a lethal Daydream to the Maiden of Madness but then it might be time to go the source and teach Bethany a lesson. Let her learn playing with perfection comes at a cost.
The thoughts of backstage bullying were knocked from her mind as a loud bang began a light show filling the upper stage. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replace the blazing fireworks.
’O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
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.
Having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike, Lisa lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her immaculate ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of perfection even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
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. She had a microphone in her opposite hand.
“Ready for your sedation, Patient Maddy?”
Mayhem surged toward the champ, a startled Dream wide-eyed and backpedaling until the blonde was drawn into a hug from Castle.
Dream was clad in her iconic, 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 reached 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
A little skittish at Maddy’s overreaction to her relatively harmless jibe, Lisa decided she’s had enough conversation and moved to her corner, handing over her title and stick to a nearby attendant, the Announcer using the lull to herald the arrival of The Dream.
“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 stretches both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on the Aussie Anarchist, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Dreamophobes.
“Let’s go, Castle,” Dream complained. “I’ve got another flawless victory to put in the books.”
Nick called for the bell and the match clanged to order.
Lisa pushed off the buckles as soon as the bell sounded, not to confront the challenger but to make a case to the Senior Official instead. Storming up to Nick with little more than a dismissive sneer in Mayhem’s direction, The Dream exclaimed, “This is an outrage, Castle! An indignity! A desecration! An…” she paused for a moment, Lisa’s internal thesaurus searching for the perfect word to describe her situation.
“An affront?” Nick suggested.
“YES! That’s it exactly!” Dream snapped her fingers for emphasis. “What does Bethany think she’s doing, befouling my championship reign with a parade of lunatics and ne’er-do-wells?”
The ref was careful to phrase his answer in a way that didn’t direct even a fraction of Lisa’s legendary temper in his direction. “Bethany’s gonna do what Bethany’s gonna do, Lisa. We both know that. If you’d like my advice--”
“Cuh-learly I do not.” The Dream broke in.
“Even so, I’d be more concerned with what Maddy is doing.”
“Oh that doesn’t matter in the slightest, she won’t dare to leave the corner without my permissHEYNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Apparently Mayhem did dare because she caught hold of the champ’s shoulder and spun her around for the sole purpose of CRACKING a Knife-Edge Chop across Lisa’s chest!
Stung and infuriated in equal measure, the Ultimate Image of Human Indignation steadied her footing and returned Maddy’s Chop with scorching interest, Lisa’s luscious lips showing the first hint of her trademark smile when Mayhem staggered back with a forearm angled tight across her chest. “That’s what you GET, you grubby little anarchist!” Dream sniped at the blonde. “Don’t you EVER interrupt Perfection when she’s NNNGGGGHHH!”
Maddy found Lisa’s chin with a straight right hand that snapped her head back in whiplash fashion. “Here’s some better advice, you prissy head-case.” Mayhem chided. “Don’t turn your back on the Maiden of AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lisa caught hold of Maddy’s left pigtail, wrapped it around her fist and used it to yank the challenger into a stern, grinding Side Headlock. “Did you see that? Did you SEE that?” Lisa barked at Nick. “She attacked me when we were having a conversation! Is this what passes for a challenger these days?” The Dream punctuated this question by energetically scuffing Mayhem’s cheek against her leather-sheathed hip.
“Lisa, in her defense the bell had already sounded, she was perfectly within her rights to attack, as were you. And while I’m thinking about it, let go of her hair, please.”
Lisa snorted, released the hair-hold and immediately helped herself to an identical grip on Maddy’s right pigtail. “Don’t patronize me, Castle. We both know this imbecile needs to learn what happens to those who dare assault my perfectOOOHHH BYTCH!”
Maddy’d been swatting and scraping at the champion’s midsection with no observable results, that all changed when she slipped a few fingers under the snug waistband of that perfect leather to subject Dream to an eye-watering wedgie! Forgetting all about the Headlock to tend to the craven assault on her underwear, Lisa caught hold of Mayhem’s wrist in both hands and “OOOFFFHH!”
Maddy pivoted into the brunette and brought her knee up into the washboard perfection of The Dream’s midsection. “Baby, did you really think you’d get through this match without a whole new catalogue of trauma?” the Maiden of Madness teased. “Guess you haven’t been paying attention.”
Lisa tried to shove her away with an awkward sort of shoulder nudge, so Maddy laid a quick, clubbing Overhand Forearm Smash across her lower back. That straightened The Dream up in a single shot, allowing the black-clad blonde to catch the champ in a Bear Hug from behind. Hands dug in just above Lisa’s navel, Maddy dipped slightly and hoisted her burden high enough for Dream’s boots to flail several inches above the canvas.
“Not gonna give up already, are ya Dreamy?” Mayhem asked as she walked the struggling brunette around in a small circle. “I’d heard that you… or at least part of you, was kind of a badass.”
“Vuuuhhh… vile vulgarian!” Lisa groaned against the pressure of her foe’s grasp. “I’m no mere badass, I’m perfection personifNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy swung Dream up so her legs were pointed toward two o’clock, then swung her down and sank to one knee to THUMP Lisa’s tailbone against the post of her thigh! The Ultimate Image went up on tiptoe, Dream’s perfect hands flying to the slim curve of her tush to address the egregious insult of the Atomic Drop.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fEOoIXl6bk
Mayhem didn’t seem to mind, indeed she cupped her right hand into a paddle and swatted Lisa’s-- “HANDS OFF, WANNADREAM!” Lisa rounded on the challenger with a Haymaker that missed its target only because Mayhem went low at just the right time. Maddy made her pay for the error with an Uppercut that clipped The Dream’s chin and left her unable to defend against the Wristlock that followed.
Though the skirmish thus far had brought the combatants to within easy reach of a corner, Maddy pivoted around so she could send Lisa racing across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. FAWN’s Ultimate Image couldn’t find the brakes so she did the next best thing, twisting in a rough half circle to BWUNG spine-first into the roughly-padded steel. As for Mayhem, she sprinted at the strands to Lisa’s left, timing her rebound to coincide with Dream’s exit from the corner. Indeed Lisa had barely made it two steps when Maddy caught a double handful of hair and left her feet in a long, arcing jump that brought her to her knees in relative comfort while The Dream was THWONKED down flat on her face and chest!
REBOUND BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILbpeoMOkt4
The Rebound Bulldog bounced Lisa onto her shoulder and hip, so Mayhem grabbed both and pulled her onto her back for a Crossbody that earned…
ONE…
Lisa kicked out just before ‘TWO!’, a demonstration of Dreamy that earned a round of applause from the Dreamophiles and jeers of disdain from idiots.
The challenger didn’t care much one way or the other, she merely got to her feet, took possession of Lisa’s ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her back to the center of the ring. Discarding The Dream’s right stem to focus on the left, Mayhem extended her right leg over Lisa’s exposed stem and dropped to her butt to deliver a painful collision half a heartbeat before she folded the champ’s leg around her own intruding gam. After that she laid claim to Lisa’s right leg and folded it so the brunette’s left ankle was caught in the pit of her right knee. Once that was settled she braced her left heel against The Dream’s right foot and puuuuuusssssshed forward to complete the Indian Deathlock.
INDIAN DEATHLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cj3m9lKELBs
“Eeeeeerrrrrhhhhhhhh!” Lisa twisted onto her hip and pounded an angry fist against the mat in an effort to distract herself from the pain shooting up her legs.
“Why do they call you the Luscious One?” Mayhem asked after Lisa had refused Castle’s first question of surrender. “Wouldn’t the Dreamy One make more sense? Or even the Leathery UGGH!”
Lisa’s leverage was far from perfect, but that didn’t stop her from driving a Forearm Smash into her attacker’s chest. “Don’t even bother wasting your breath, Wannadream.” she hissed. “There’s nothing that could come out of that clownish mouth of yours that’d be worth my attention, save for your submission, that AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Maddy braced her hands on the mat, leaned back and bounced her left heel against Dream’s boot to draw the Deathlock that much tighter. Easing up when she saw Lisa plunge a hand into her own hair, Mayhem hunched over and slapped the back of that perfect dome over and over again. “Who’s gettin’ clowned now, prissy? I’ll give you a hint, her name is Lisa and she USED to be the FAWN World Champion!”
Just tell me. Just tell me, Lisa,” Castle implored.
Face etched in pain, The Dream sat up to take a swing at the official, missing by a mile. She planted her palms on the canvas and slowly butt scooted her way toward the ropes. Maddy bore down, drawing howls of pain from the brunette. But the champ didn’t relent. She finally made it to the ropes and wrapped a palm around the bottom cable.
“LEGGO!” Dream shouted at Mayhem.
Turning to someone who might be more amenable she screamed “GET HER OFF!” to Nick.
The man obediently started his count, Maddy unlocking her submission at ‘FOUR!’, then scrambling to her feet.
Lisa hugged the bottom rope with both arms, demanding the challenger get back. Apparently misunderstanding the Maiden of Madness gave a damn for such requests, Lisa’s surprised when the blonde pushed past Castle and grabbed the ankles of the title holder.
With Lisa squealing in outrage, Maddy tugged Dream toward the middle extending the leather-clad frame of the champ out from the ropes, Lisa hanging on for dear life with both hands. In stair-step pattern, her grip moved to the middle rope then the top, before one final tug sent The Dream flying then CRASHING to the canvas, landing on her spine.
Lisa arched in anguish, reaching for her lower back. She pushed to a seated position. Mayhem was already on the move, racing to the ropes behind her and charging out of the rebound, aiming her Oh! Mayhem! kinshasa directly at the Dream’s noggin. Lisa avoided a quick end by the scantest of margins, dropping to her back, the blonde’s knee sailing inches above.
The Ultimate Image pushed to her feet, wincing through the pain in her still aching leg as Maddy skidded to a stop and turned to face her foe. Trying to create her namesake, the blonde immediately charged again with right arm drawn to Clothesline Lisa’s head from her shoulders.
The Reflection of Perfection ducked under and headd to the ropes while Maddy transformed her miss into a race to the opposite cables. Champ and challenger rebound and COLLIDED in simultaneous Crossbody dives, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ reflexively at the disastrous, full-speed impact. Both women were laid out on their backs, each wrapping an arm around their obliterated midriffs.
‘YOU’RE…BOTH…CRAZY!’ the FAWNatics chanted, trying their best to be in unison and failing.
“I am not,” Lisa grunted softly, trying to regain her breath.
The Maiden of Madness chuckled in response, seemingly energized by the fans’ mantra, so much so she kipped to her feet, tugged her pigtails back into alignment and headed for the ropes again. The blonde U-turned out of the rubber-coated steel and leapt into a rising Dream. Maddy forced her foe’s collapse with a Thesz Press and battered away with swabbing rights and lefts, Lisa trying to cover up as best she could.
Dream managed to barrel roll to the top position and take Mayhem’s place in the pummeling, but the challenger repeated the process and got in several swings before rising, pulling a wobbly Lisa up with her. The Dream pushed the loony Aussie off and loaded a backhand Chop but Maddy caught the blow with both raised hands. She pulled the captured hand toward her and took a bite out of The Dream’s perfect digits.
Lisa wailed as she pulled her hand loose and staggered back a few steps, checking on her gnarled fingers.
“CASTLE!” she screamed.
Having had enough, Lisa turned and moved to the ropes, starting to exit.
“I will not have this lunatic desecrating perfection in this way,” she shouted behind her.
The Dream got through the cables but didn’t reach the floor before Maddy latched onto the shoulder-length, dark locks of the Ultimate Image from behind. Lisa spun to face her foe, crying out.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetie. Not until I get my shiny shiny,” Mayhem insisted.
Lisa shot her hands behind the blonde’s skull and dropped to her knees, giving up a few perfect strands of her mane to hotshot Maddy’s throat across the top rope. A gagging Mayhem bounced away from the cables, reaching for her reddening neck. As she did, Lisa slipped into the squared circle, reaching toward her challenger from behind as she approached. She latched onto Maddy’s head and surged forward another few steps before sitting out and PLANTING Mayhem’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Dreamy Bulldog.
Maddy absently flopped to her back from the impact, eyes glazed. For her part, Lisa passed on the pin attempt shooting to her feet. She flinched slightly, the Deathlocked leg still giving her some issues. But she’s unwilling to let the hitch stop her.
Moving to the nearest corner, she climbed into unfamiliar territory for the usually terrestrial Dream. Reaching the middle ropes, she turned to face Mayhem and leapt into the void above the blonde, landing across Maddy’s midriff with a ring-rattling, body-shaking Senton. Lisa leaned into her pre-packaged pin, back draping across the challenger’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy pushed out from under, heaving Lisa to a seated position. Cuh-learly understanding that a Senton from the top would be even more perfect, Lisa raced to the buckles and ascended to the penthouse, turning and facing the flattened Mayhem.
Another flawless leap. But the landing was far less so as the Aussie Anarchist rolled clear of the encore, leaving Lisa to crash and burn onto empty canvas. The Dream twisted in pain from the unexpected, uncushioned arrival, reflexively complaining to Castle the flaxen-haired fool was not supposed to do that.
The Maiden of Madness, baby blues twinkling with a burning fury, pushed to her feet and turned toward the impeccable wreckage. She manically grabbed a wrist of the Ultimate Image and yanked Lisa to her feet, aiming her at the most distant corner. With an Irish Whip, she flung Dream at her appointed ending and Lisa was compelled to sprint toward the buckles, turning into them and crashing, her vertebrae again abused by the Aussie.
The collision unhinged Lisa’s leather-clad legs and The Dream dropped to her pert backside, lower limbs extended, head on a bobble as she stared blankly at the fuming Mayhem, set in the opposite corner.
Maddy needed no further urging to race across the squared circle, leaping with legs extended from a few feet out and RAMMING her bum into Lisa’s chest. Mayhem latched onto the ropes on either side and BUSTED THE HELL out of her perfect bronco, thrusting forward time and time again. The crowd counted to ‘TEN’, Maddy slamming her junk into the increasingly flaccid and lowering Lisa until The Dream got a snootful of crotch on the last banging pelvic push.
A gleeful Maddy dismounted and pulled the ragged Lisa to rubbery legs, leaning the brunette into the corner. She scooped her arms under the upper thighs of the slender Dream and launched the lethargic Lisa to a seat on the top buckle.
The Maiden of Madness, unapologetic in the title match mayhem she’s producing, climbed to the middle ropes and directed a flaccid Lisa to a stance on the top, the Aussie quickly joining her at the uppermost floor.
The crowd expectantly revs as the blonde wrapped her arms around the chest of her foe, Maddy’s twisted idea becoming clear. Mayhem tosses the champ up and over, Lisa flying out to center stage with a Psycho Superplex, Lisa likely putting a dent in the mat with her explosive landing.
Maddy had a bit to work through after her impact as well, but she crawled to the splayed and lifeless Dream, dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa rolled a shoulder up with Nick’s hand a few inches off the canvas.
Patently unimpressed by the wherewithal of Perfection, Mayhem treated herself to a double handful of The Dream’s dark locks and hauled her to all fours. “Crawling’s a good look on you, Dreamy!” Maddy teased as she led the faltering champion toward the strands. “After you hand over the shiny I think I’ll keep you around as a peHUUFFHH!”
Lisa reared back on her knees and pounded a heavy punch into the blonde’s trim midriff. “The Dream is NO ONE’S pet, lunatic!” she hissed. “Never soil my ears with such filth if you know what’s good for NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Mayhem Hip Checked Lisa’s perfect mug with extreme prejudice, the Maiden of Madness comin’ in like a wrecking ball to halt her opponent’s tirade. “I think it’s obvious I have no idea what’s good for me or anyone else.” Maddy dragged Lisa the rest of the way to the strands, forced her neck down across the middle rope, then swung a leg over and sat down, the blonde just bouncing every ounce of her weight across Dream’s shoulders. “However,” Mayhem was smiling as she used that chaotic evil backside to throttle the breath from her rival, “I do know EVERYTHING about what’s bad for you, champ.”
Nick must’ve agreed because Maddy had only just settled into a proper rhythm when he hurried over and ordered, “Off her throat, c’mon Maddy!”
Mayhem stretched her arms over the top rope and swished her glutes across the nape of Lisa’s suffering neck. “Not until you play me down, mister man!” Castle did, his count once again reaching ’FOUR!’ before Maddy deigned to abandon her struggling perch.
Respiration sounding anything but perfect, Lisa managed to wrap a weary hand around the second strand to make sure that idiot ref knew she was staying the ropes and thus afforded all the respite and reprieve provided by that particular sanctuary. For his part, Nick did nothing to hinder Lisa’s stay. Maddy on the other hand seemed taken with some particularly ill intentions, if the devious smile on her face was any indication. Skipping to the corner to Lisa’s right, the black-clad blonde made her way to the high rent district where she blew a kiss at the champ only to pluck it from the aether and swat it against her own butt.
“Lisa looks sad.” Mayhem told the FAWNatics in a tone of exaggerated distress. “But I know what’ll turn that frown upside down!”
The crowd didn’t get a chance to guess, Maddy simply leapt out into the void, her left leg raised to waist-level so she could bring the Glee-otine down across the back of Lisa’s THUMP! “NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!” The Ultimate Image of Perfect Self Preservation pulled her head clear at the last possible second, leaving Mayhem to slam down butt-first atop the narrow ledge of the apron!
Nearly paralyzed with pain in the wake of the massive miss, the Maiden of Madness dug deep enough to hook an arm over the middle rope, thus ensuring she didn’t tumble the rest of the way to the floor. The question of whether or not the floor was actually a safer choice than the apron was on everyone’s mind as soon as Lisa reached over and laid claim to both of the challenger’s pigtails. Yanking Mayhem to her feet without any of her usual theatrics, The Dream smashed a Headbutt between Maddy’s eyes, then drew her into a Front Facelock made infinitely more torturous because her throat was pressed tight to the top rope!
“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD SNUFF PERFECTION, YOU SAD LITTLE COCKROACH?” Lisa bellowed as she repaid Mayhem’s earlier roughhousing with hateful interest. “PERFECTION IS ENDLESS! PERFECTION IS UNBREAKABLE! PERFECTION IS--”
“Going to get her off the ropes.” Castle interrupted. “Get her back in the ring, Lisa.”
Dream shot him a look that suggested a fate most terrible were the zebra to interrupt her again and yet the World Champ did as bade, Lisa easing off the stranglehold to reach over the ropes for a grip on Maddy’s waistband. Tugging the challenger’s togs far harder than necessary (presumably in retaliation for the indignity she’d endured earlier), The Dream bent her knees and lifted Mayhem high overhead, her blonde’s toes pointing into the rafters as Lisa walked ‘em both back several steps. Those assembled were gathering their breath for a count when Dream kicked a foot forward and laid out flat to bring her burden to the deck with a perfect Vertical Suplex!
Interesting bit of trivia, Vertical Suplexes are like potato chips in that you can never have just one. That’s why Lisa kicked both legs up and rolled onto her stomach without giving up the Facelock or her grip on Mayhem’s trunks. With those hooks still set it was child’s play for the Reflection of Perfection to reclaim verticality and unload her second Suplex in less than ten seconds. The third Suplex started the same as those preceding it, at least until Lisa gave up that salacious half-wedgie to yank Mayhem’s left leg off the mat in a tight cradle. Just like that she bridged up, over and down, The Dream PLANTING Maddy on the back of her head and shoulders with the First Verse in her Ode to Perfection. Lisa went up on tiptoes, the brunette showing off remarkable core strength through a count of…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGEvOLjt6vs
ONE…
TWO…
“NNNGGHH!” Mayhem SLAPPED her free hand against The Dream’s tummy, breaking the bridge a whisper after ‘TWO!’ This escape ensured the challenger another three seconds in the Main Event, unfortunately it also guaranteed her Lisa’s enmity and that was practically eternal.
Set on one knee beside the vulnerable challenger, Dream shoved Mayhem onto her back, snatched a double handful of hair and briskly scrubbed Maddy’s face against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Mayhem’s squeals of protest went from muffled to crystal clear once Lisa yanked her mug off the mat so she could lead her to the ropes, just as she’d been led not too long ago. But where Maddy had folded Lisa’s neck over the rubber-coated steel, The Dream tugged her prey’s torso beneath the second strand, then gripped her elbows and draped her arms over the rope.
Hunkered in close, Lisa cupped Mayhem’s chin with one hand and claimed a pigtail with the other. “Look at the camera. I said look at the camera, Wannadream!” The Ultimate Image shook Maddy’s head until the challenger did as commanded. “Very good. Now tell all the Dreamophiles that you’re sorry for daring to mar my perfection with your--”
“Kiss my ass.” Mayhem interrupted. “I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done tonight… or anything I’ve yet to OOOOOOWWWWWWWW! REF! BITING! SHE’S BIIIIIIITTTTTING!”
This was actually a bit of an understatement as Lisa wasn’t just biting, it looked like she was trying to chew a hole through the blonde’s left cheek!
More than a little concerned about this Red omen, Nick rushed over and started a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Dream spat out her snack, scrambled to boot-leather and stalked the official halfway across the ring. “DON’T INTERRUPT ME, CASTLE! THIS MADWOMAN NEEDS TO LEARN HER PLACE!”
Lisa turned away without waiting for an answer as she was still far more interested in the wounded wrestler hanging in the ropes. Grabbing hold of Maddy’s kneepads this time, the FAWN World Champ lifted Mayhem’s stems off the mat, turned her upside down and draped the pits of her knees over the top rope. The finished product was a Dreamy twist on the Tree of Woe, though the arrangement proved downright nightmarish for Maddy when Lisa curled her right hand into a spade and affixed it between her thighs!
“Submit, Wannadream!” Dream demanded as she poured on the prurient punishment. “Submit or I’ll transform you from an yet another flawed failure into FAWN’s only Perfect Puppet!”
The more Maddy wriggled and Castle protested, the more froth began to collect in the corner of Lisa’s lips, one of the telltale signs of both rabies and Red Lisa. The champ viciously kneaded the blonde’s privates, threatening to punch her delving digits through the thin spandex covering the crotch of the Maiden of Madness.
Speaking of insanity, Lisa mumbled incoherently when Nick started his count. What she doesn’t do was relent. Castle reached FOUR and when the Ultimate Image continues to DRIVE her crotch claw deep, the zebra pushed his way between the champ and challenger, apparently under orders from Bethany there would be no ‘indecisive’ count-out end between the blonde and brunette lunatics.
Nick worked The Dream’s clutching set of fingers free from the juncture of Mayhem’s thighs, the tensed body of the challenger loosening into a jellied, overturned nutcase. Lisa, having gone Full Crimson, tore at her own locks, threatening to rip Nick limb from limb.
When Castle threatened to hand over the belt if she committed violence against him, Lisa didn’t seem to understand it’s likely a bluff. She turned and raced to a corner, slamming her skull into the top buckle a half dozen times to take out her manic frustration on herself since, at the moment, she couldn’t train it on anyone else.
The wide-eyed official backed away, reaching Maddy and freeing the blonde, allowing her to tumble to the canvas, collapsing into a puddle at the man’s feet.
Finished with her masochistic brain battering, the Shattered Image pushed away from the corner and strode toward her foe, brushing Nick aside with a threatening glance and nothing more. She wrapped a pair of palms around Mayhem’s head and drew the demolished blonde to her feet. Still stooped, the challenger’s noggin was pulled forward, stuffed between Lisa’s leather-clad thighs.
The Dream clamped down with her Standing Headscissors and everyone in America knew what came next. Lisa hooked both sets of fingers under the lower rims of Maddy’s gear, then yanked to the rafters, going atomic on a wedgie that forced the blonde to tiptoes with a squawk of pain. The flawless brunette removed her hooks and fashioned the hands into paddles, lifting them high to a mixed reaction, plenty in the crowd wanting to see Lisa’s infamous opus even if conducted by the amateurish stylings of her Red incarnation.
But before Dream could bring the palms down and begin the Bittersweet Symphony, Maddy cried out with a banshee wail, her arms wrapping around Lisa’s upper thighs. The bigger, more powerful mental ward refugee of the two, Mayhem had little trouble lifting Lisa off the canvas and flipping the champ over her shoulders with a Back Body Drop.
The Reflection of Perfection’s tailbone PLANTED into the thinly-covered plywood and even this intellectually incapacitated version of the Dream couldn’t help but yelp in pain, her hands shooting underneath her throbbing backside, massaging her aching cheeks, face etched in pain.
With Lisa still seated, the Aussie’s insanity was unleashed, Mayhem able to ignore the burning below, rose to her feet, and moved toward the title holder. Racing past, she hit the ropes and returned, launching into a knee strike to the back of The Dream’s skull, sending Lisa tumbling forward, ending flat on her face and chest.
The Maiden of Madness snatched Lisa’s left ankle, raising it, then folding it forward with both arms. Not so crazy she couldn’t modify her standard Stretch Muffler to a unique tool of torture, Maddy leaned forward, threatening to dislocate the knee of the howling Lisa.
MODIFIED STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdSoFf-TXXA
Hands burying in her dark, shoulder-length locks, The Dream yanked at those flawless follicles to spread the anguish, either ignoring or, in her state, unable to understand Mayhem’s demands she surrender the top spot in FAWN.
The champ dug her nails into the deck instead of her scalp and dragged herself toward the saving strands. Before she could reach them, Maddy rose, giving up her submission and lifting her foe’s captured limb high, then SLAMMING Lisa’s knee into the canvas. The Dream shrieked in anguish, cradling her freed stem close. She rolled to the cables and under, dropping to the boot sole of her right foot. She hobbled away, one hand leaning against the apron.
Mayhem snuck out behind the oblivious Dream and raced in from her six, throwing a vile Chop Block into Lisa’s remaining working lower limb. The crowd groaned in reflex as Dream’s strings were cut, the World Champion dropping to the arena floor. But the manic blonde maniac wasn’t done. She hauled Lisa to her feet and stuffed her foe back in the squared circle to break the growing count.
Before the Ultimate Image could creep painfully away, the challenger snatched both ankles from the outside and moved one of Lisa’s luscious, leather-clad legs on either side of the steel corner post. She tugged violently, RAMMING The Dream’s crotch into the metal beam. Lisa, Red or Black, sobbed in agony, her cries only growing louder when the Maiden of Madness fashioned a Figure Four Leglock of Lisa’s lower limbs around the unforgiving post.
With Mayhem hanging off her, Lisa howled in agony, tapping anything she could get her palm on, signaling she’s had enough. But Castle, recognizing this wasn’t a no DQ match, couldn’t accept Lisa’s surrender and continued his count to ‘FOUR!’ before a slightly more composed Maddy unknotted herself from the champ, dropped to the floor, and slid into the ring to join the hobbled, whimpering Dream, Lisa crawling away from her foe on all fours.
“That was a nice little ditty you were playing earlier, Lees.” Mayhem chortled to the suffering champion. “Wanna play an encore for me?”
Dream shook her head ‘no’ without trying to stand or even glance at the blonde. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wannadream.” she huffed. “I seem to have lost track of time for a momUUNNNGGHH!”
Bored by Lisa’s excuses, Maddy raced in, hopped up and THWHAPPED her heels between the penitent perfectionist’s shoulders to drive the whole of that luscious frame into the deck with a heavy Double Stomp! Mayhem landed neatly beside the brunette, dropped to her knees and promptly shoveled Lisa onto her back to secure a cover good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Dream kicked free, rolled onto her side with perhaps a half second to spare. That was about how much time she got to herself before Maddy caught hold at shoulder and hip and tugged her to her back. A single snappy SLAP sent Lisa’s hands north to her wincing features, meaning she was quite preoccupied while the Maiden of Madness took hold of her waistband and deftly undid the top button.
“Whuuuuhhhh… what’re you doing you lunaHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Maddy dropped a miniature Splash across the champ’s tummy because it pleased her to do so, then she indulged in a double handful of hair and hauled ‘em both to boot-leather. A Toe Kick to the narcissist’s navel had Lisa looking at the canvas so Mayhem stepped in and clamped down on the brunette’s noggin in a Standing Headscissors. “These don’t suit you, Lees.” Maddy giggled as she hooked her thumbs into the brunette’s waistband. “It’s sorta like a tacky casing on a cheap hot dog. Only thing to do is peel it off!”
“Don’t… don’t even think about it you gibbering WannadreamOH YOU’RE GOING TO PAYYAARRRRRHHHHH!”
The Maiden of Madness yanked, tugged and otherwise peeled The Dream’s leather down over the slim curve of her glutes to reveal the perfect posterior sheathed in nothing but simple black lycra. Infuriating though this was, Lisa didn’t actually shriek until the challenger caught hold of her trunks and made them vanish with a savagely vengeful wedgie! Mayhem followed this indignity with a quick bongo riff and several seconds of gleefully mean-spirited raking.
Switching over to a Waistlock only after she’d scraped a crude ‘M’ onto each glorious glute, Maddy Mayhem spun The Dream up onto her shoulders and immediately slung her down full force, Lisa THAWHAMMING flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
The Mayhem Bomb left Dream looking at the lights and the more chaotic elements of the audience cheering for the unlikely usurper to go for a pin. Mayhem replied to this suggestion with an amused middle finger, then did an about face and strolled to the edge of the ring. An effortless hop onto the middle strand suggested the gimmick infringement wasn’t over yet, but instead of a Maddysault the Heartbroken throng was treated to a Psycho Splash, Mayhem offering the audience another pair of birds before she twisted ‘round and dropped down to THWHAP every bit of her weight across Lisa’s defenseless chest! Dream’s partially stripped stems popped up on impact, allowing Maddy to snag the far leg in a tight cradle. This meant she had one hand free to spank out her own count in time with Castle’s tally of…
PSYCHO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI9llvnBPKY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Ultimate Image of Gutsy Resilience escaped by the skin of her teeth, the nearness of the near fall earning Nick a baleful look from the icy-eyed challenger. “You’re not tough. You’re not bad.” Mayhem grumbled even as she filled her hands with Lisa’s dark locks. “You’re not even crazy. You’re just another attention whore who can’t stand the power of Mayhem!”
Lisa only moaned in response, the sound of it growing a little sadder when Maddy tucked her head under one arm and threaded her arms beneath the champion’s biceps. Hands locked in the center of The Dream’s back, the Aberrant Aussie kicked her right leg forward and swept it out behind to add more ‘oomph’ to the descent that THWHUNKED the crown of Lisa’s skull against the canvas!
MAYHEM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPPOeVarMVA
Planted like a perfect tent spike by the Mayhem DDT, Dream somersaulted through the landing to somehow come up on one knee. Behind her, Maddy reached for a shoulder, only to draw back in favor of a better idea. Scrambling to her feet, she patted Lisa’s aching dome and cooed, “Don’t worry baby, this’ll all feel like a bad dream soon enough.”
That curious prophecy was still on her lips when the challenger bent over and pulled down her right kneepad, an oft-practiced move that barely slowed Mayhem’s stride. Maddy tossed herself into the strands from several feet out and exploded down her own back-trail to unleash a Dream-defying ‘Oh Mayhem!’ directly between Lisa’s eyesNOOOO!
The Reflection of Perfection Headbutted the canvas to avoid the shot, but avoid it she did. Twisting around after the narrow escape, Dream caught hold of Maddy’s waistband for the sole purpose of holding her in place long enough to THUMP a hateful forearm into Mayhem’s undercarriage! Maddy wailed and crumpled to one knee while Lisa rose to her full height, the FAWN World Champion a perfect portrait of vindictive fury.
“Yuuuuhhh… you’re… you’re going to SUFFER, Wannadream.” Dream promised as she filled one hand with Maddy’s pigtails. Positioned directly behind her adversary, Lisa stepped over Mayhem’s posted left leg with her right thigh, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and drew it snug against her midriff. In the very next instant she hooked her right ankle against Maddy’s calf and brought her left leg up and over across the back of Mayhem’s neck. “TAP! TAP YOU IMBECILE!” Lisa shrieked once she’d claimed Maddy’s right wrist to complete the Dreamweaver. “TAP OR I’LL PUT YOU IN THE HOSPITAL!”
DREAMWEAVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSm_fmEQlco
A small but dedicated collection of Dreamophiles second their heroine’s opinion even as the majority of FAWNatics urge the Maiden of Madness to resist as best she can. Indeed, Maddy seemed to endure the cruel contortion better than most, the challenger sobbing a defiant ‘NO!’ when Castle asked if she wanted to quit. This didn’t please Lisa in the slightest and she expressed her irritation by mauling, raking or otherwise torturing anything within reach of her left hand.
“I SAID GIVE UP!” The Dream ordered. “PERFECTION WILL NOT BE DE--”
“F*CK PERFECTION!” Maddy bellowed as she powered to verticality despite the obvious handicap strapped across her back. A bit of pawing at those tangled legs told the blonde there was only one way out so she grit her teeth and lurched forward, Maddy heading for the ropes as quickly as the Dreamweaver would allow.
Disgusted by the lunatic’s tenacity, Lisa doubled down on the Wristlock to craaaaaaaaaaank back on Mayhem’s captured arm while simultaneously jouncing her left leg with every intent of straining the challenger’s neck. “Watch your tone, reprobate.” the Ultimate Image hissed. “I won’t tolerate that from so called legends, I certainly won’t tolerate it from some maniac free on a day pa--”
Dream’s dark eyes went wide with concern as Maddy’s latest lunge brought her straining left hand to within inches of the top rope.
Patently uninterested in learning whether or not Mayhem could escape her perfect trap, The Dream crooked her right hand into a spade and drew it across her opponent’s eyes once, twice, three times! Maddy yelped and started swiping at her face, the unseemly tactic allowing Lisa enough time to break the hold without abandoning her advantageous position. Soon as she was loose the champ went airborne, Lisa landing astride Mayhem’s shoulders and snapping backward, The Dream coming down flat on her tummy while the Maiden of Madness was THWHONKED head-first into the deck! Slopped into a starfish by the Dream Driver, Maddy only moaned when Lisa hooked one leg in a Back Press and shot her other hand high to help all the Wannadreams count off…
DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRltK8d6M14
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Maddy’s run out of Mayhem. She didn’t so much as twitch through Castle’s slaps against the canvas. The Dream continued to lounge atop the motionless blonde, gazing up at the rafters, exhausted but triumphant. If not perfect, but no one, least of all the challenger, was going to say differently.
From her reclined position atop Maddy, the Ultimate Image called for Castle to retrieve her belt and he set off to collect. Lisa sat up, back tight against one of the blonde’s glistening set of ribs. Dream raised both arms high.
“And a microphone,” she screamed after Nick. The official nodded and accepted both from a FAWN minion on the outside.
He walked back to center stage and offered the World champ her prizes if she’ll get up. Lisa grinned mischievously but obliged. She pushed off Maddy’s softly gulping tummy, reaching her feet and accepting the gold in one hand, the stick in the other.
The Reflection of Perfection lifted the proof she’s FAWN’s best to the jeers of the Dreamophobes then brings the microphone to her lips. “Christian. I don’t know if you’re building a case I’m somehow crazy by association with these lunatics you’re putting me in with, but let me assure you, the so-called Red is dead. And there’s no way some refugee from the Funny Farm can match perfection.”
Lisa dropped the stick on Maddy’s gently undulating chest, the only sign of life from the Maiden of Madness. The Dream moved to a corner and ascended, figuratively rubbing the title in the face of every single Wannadream, her majestic music filling the arena. Lisa nodded knowingly then realized her pants were still riding at plumber-crack height. She pulled the leather back in place to the disappointment of the Dreamophiles. While the small minority may be intelligent enough to know perfection, they weren’t worthy of witnessing all of it.
Remembering who put her ivory cheeks on display, Lisa dropped to the canvas and moved her belt into two-handed branching position, ready to lay some post-match mayhem upon Maddy.
Grinning, the champ turned for some extracurricular fun only to find Maddy on her feet and poised, the crazy strong within the Aussie, her psychosis giving her a boost toward recovery more quickly than her sane counterparts.
The ferocious, manic Maddy raced at the startled Dream, but Lisa had the wherewithal to drop to the canvas and roll out under the bottom rope just in the nick. She scurried around the ring, only looking back when she reached the ramp. Maddy’s not given up the hunt. She’s out of the ring and racing after the title holder, rage in her baby blues.
It’s all the Ultimate Image needed to see to beat an even hastier retreat, Lisa only a few steps ahead of Mayhem when she disappears from sight.