Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2020 18:00:13 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
Already standing in anticipation of the Main Event, the FAWNatics got even louder when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the statuesque veteran striding through the curtains to claim her spot center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s shot at redemption nearly a decade in the making, the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Though she appreciated the cheers more than she could put into words, Clayton forced herself to tune them, and everything else out as she started her match to the squared circle. “Ten years.” she said under her breath. “Ten years I’ve waited for this moment. You robbed me once, Dream. Tonight I reclaim what’s mine.”
The statement seemed to steady her quite a bit because afterward the One Woman Army made her way back and forth across the aisle several times to make sure didn’t miss any of her Howling Commandos. Once the reserves were properly bolstered, Bex bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher backpedaled to the far corner where Nick Castle could carry out his final inspection without the challenger having to take her eyes off the stage for so much as a moment.
Tonight might be a test where only perfection could pass muster. Luckily, the legend that lords over the wrestlescape was immaculate above all others and she neither felt nor registered a hint of concern. Her challenger’s physical prowess was simply a circumstance she‘s designed to overcome and when the signal to grace the Wanadreams with her presence arrived, O Fortuna echoing through the arena, Lisa moved to curtain’s edge and through.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appeared, moving 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 lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawless ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of excellence even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
Satisfied with the bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, Lisa 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 halts 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 as her music faded, unfastens her belt, and raises it high, staring a hole through her challenger. She held a microphone in her opposite hand and raised it.
“For some reason, the Wannadreams have named you their queen. Only you have the power to end my excellence, an Army of One Woman called upon to denigrate the purity of perfection. But no muscle-bound dogface can rule my impeccable arena. This space is mine. And you will find soon enough, you would have been better served to retreat back into the woodwork of your loser’s life.”
Lisa let the microphone slip from her fingers and CLUNK against the canvas.
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 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa stared at Clayton with utter contempt and the Announcer useD the lull to declare the official arrival of the title holder.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream handed her belt to Castle who brought it to an attendant for safekeeping. Moving to her corner, the “sane” megalomaniacal version of The Dream stretched both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on Becky, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Wannadreams.
In spite of her inarguable domination over FAWN’s Main Event scene since her ‘return from sabbatical’ more than a year prior, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection was not known for, let’s just call it a bold initial approach, especially in matches when that ten pounds of leather and gold was on the line. Thus those assembled were quite surprised when The Dream stormed her way to the center of the squared circle at the CLANG of the opening bell.
“Get your imperfect, dog-faced Wannadream ass out here, Clayton!” Lisa demanded to the powerhouse challenger. “I’ve endured your petulant whining for far too long, tonight’s the night I end your golden dreams once and for all!” Clayton didn’t hesitate, though her approach was considerably more measured than the World Champion’s because she had her head on a swivel just in case Lisa was drawing her in to a trap. Irritated by what she considered an intolerable delay, The Dream crossed the halfway point into Clayton’s territory and greeted the big blonde with a quick SLAP that spun Becky’s head to the side! “That’s for sticking your imperfect nose in my perfect plans!” she sneered over the rumbling ‘OOOOOOOHHHH!’ from the Swelter crowd.
The Peacekeeper straightened her head and worked her worked her jaw, but made no effort to touch the freshly-raised welt. “That all you got, ch--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa slapped her a second time, then jabbed a finger in the Destroyer’s chest. “That’s ‘The Dream’ to you, Wannadream.” she growled. “And HOW DARE you even attempt to utter the word ‘champion’ in my presence! It sounds like dirt in your slobbering Wannadream’s mouNNNNGGGGHH!”
Becky caught a huge handful of The Dream’s dark hair, wrenched her head back and CLOUTED Lisa’s perfect features with a Slap that was halfway between forehand and overhand! Putting that hand to Lisa’s chest immediately thereafter, Clayton released the hair-hold and sent Lisa backpedaling most of the way to her corner. “Order me around one more time, Dream.” Bex warned the wide-eyed champion. “You’ll find out just how badly I can wreck that perfect face of--”
Lisa pounced, sweeping the bigger wrestler into Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that drove Clayton back two st- the Camouflage Crusher threw a foot behind her, bracing it like a kickstand. Lisa’s progress came to a grinding halt, then hit full reverse because Becky gathered her strength and sent the leather-clad brunette flying through the air with another colossal shove! Lisa landed on her back with an echoing ’BWAM!’, rolled backward and came up on one knee.
Offering the World Champion a knowing smile, Clayton raised her arms and treated everyone to a brawny double bicep flex. “Think you’re gonna overpower me, champ?” she asked. “Dream on.”
Perfect features crimped in disgust, The Dream stood up and allowed herself a moment to smooth her leather. “This… assignation of my perfection will not stand, Wannadream. You shall be made to suffer for each and every slight before tonight is--”
“Then what are you waiting for, sweetie?” Clayton raised both hands, beckoned Lisa to join. “Step up and show me why you’re so--”
Lisa launched herself at the BFG, the champ leading with ten ruby-tipped claws aimed at the challenger’s eyes! Bex wasn’t quick enough to spin aside so took a giant step back and grabbed hold of The Dream’s wrists with perhaps two inches to spare. A single yank raised Lisa’s hands high overhead, thus meaning she was wide open for the Headbutt Clayton drove into the bridge of her nose! Lisa’s knees went weak but she didn’t go down, probably because Bex wrapped one hand around her throat and stuffed the other into the champ’s left armpit. “Chooooke!” Lisa rasped to Nick Castle. “ChoWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGGHH!” Becky drew away, pivoted her hips and sent Lisa soaring into the shadows of the far corner with a gorgeous Biel Toss!
BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6j7g0T1dne8
Dream landed with a resounding THAWHAM and popped up like the canvas was electrified, such was the momentum left over from Clayton’s show of strength. Retreating as soon as she was vertical, the Ultimate Image of Brazen Backpedaling trundled into the corner and slung her arms over the top rope to steady her trembling legs. “I’m surrounded by incompetents!” Lisa wailed when she’d drawn a couple deep breaths. “For Perfection’s sake, Castle! Didn’t you check that lout’s hands for foreign objects before theNO! ROPESSSNNGGGHH!”
In no mood to slow this perfect womanhandling, Becky Clayton charged across the squared circle and took to the skies several feet removed from The Dream’s corner for the sole purpose of THWHUMPING every bit of her hundred and forty-three pounds into Lisa courtesy of a chest-to-chest Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ1FNpWYGEc
The Dream remained upright only because she had nowhere to fall, a situation Clayton chose to remedy in short order. Reeling Lisa into a Front Facelock, Bex draped the brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a sturdy handful of leather waistband. Hooks set, she drew back a couple of steps and muscled Dream all the way to high noon only to pivot and hurl her burden all the way back to somewhere around nine o’clock, Lisa once again landing with a ring-shivering THWHAM. Dream sat up on impact, saw the ropes within reach and hunched forward to grab the middle strand in her right hand.
SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCLca-HKK1g
Her relief was palpable, albeit sadly short-lived because the Peacekeeper stalked up behind and laid claim to the champ’s left wrist. “Get off of me, Wannadream!” she barked. “I’m in the ropeSSOOOWWWW!”
Clayton put some unpleasant strain on the champion’s shoulder and elbow with a pair of Arm-Ringers, though it must be noted that The Dream maintained her tenacious grip on the rubber-coated steel. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re in the ropes.” Bex admitted. “Think you can stay there?”
Coming to grips with the idea that Christian had put her in the ring with yet another psychopath, Lisa turned her attention to the Senior Official and shouted, “COUNT HER, IDIOT!”
Castle didn’t much like her tone, but she did have a point. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--” Nick broke the count not because Clayton abandoned her grip, but because she dropped her hips and simply yanked Lisa away from the sanctuary of the ropes!
Dragging the flabbergasted champion to verticality, Becky reeled her into a quick Shoulderblock, then doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Dream on her way with an Irish Whip. Too frazzled by the Wannadream’s blatant disregard for the rules to hook her arms over the ropes, Lisa raced back the way she came, though the leather-clad brunette did draw back a Clothesline aimed straight at Clayton’s-- the BFG pivoted and spread her arms in a welcoming ‘C’, Becky just scooping the champ up, over and DOWN, Lisa planted center of the ring with a gorgeous Power Slam! Becky rocked back on her haunches for a perhaps a second before lowering the boom with a miniature Splash across The Dream’s gulping midsection. Hooking the far leg with both arms, Clayton rolled over into a strong Back Press that kept Lisa glued to the mat through…
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-fX2m9srgE
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa shot an arm into the air, breaking Castle’s count a whisper after ‘TWO!’
The challenger shook her head in disappointment, though she seemed otherwise unfazed. “Anything else you want to say to me, Dream?” Lisa shook her head ‘no’, the champ extending a hand either to placate or ward off. Whatever she’d intended, it didn’t work. Clayton swatted the offering aside, wrapped a hand around the bendy-back’s throat and hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Quick to brace her free hand against The Dream’s inner thigh, Bex dipped her knees and earned a loud ‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ from the crowd when she muscled Lisa into the rafters with an effortless Military Press!
The Dream shook her head frantically from on high, unable to shake loose from the One Woman Army. Clearly enjoying taking her power advantage out for a spin, Clayton did so literally, making an abbreviated lap around the inside of the ring.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” The Dream screamed in fear more than demand, not thinking through the import of her words.
Becky shrugged with a smile and tossed Lisa out in front of her, the leather-clad legend dropping to the deck like a perfect stone, body thumping into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Landing on her face and chest, one of the champion’s arms swaddles her modest bosom, the other flew to her beak, checking if her nose has been bent from its immaculate alignment.
Lisa rolled to her back and brushed her boot soles against the canvas, butt-scooting away from a hovering Becky.
“You had to know,” Clayton said matter-of-factly as she followed the retreating Dream. “As resourceful as you can be and you are, dragging that scrawny ass around a ring to win after win; you had to know this was the end of the line, Lees.”
Dream used the buckles behind her to shimmy to vertical, dark eyes never leaving the physical specimen Clayton continued to be after a long illustrious career of her own. Looking to have no less muscular strength than a decade ago, the glorious grunt cut off any escape routes.
With those gone, Lisa turned and tried to climb over the ropes to safety, but Becky latched onto a shoulder and wrist and brought the Ultimate Image back to the canvas. She dipped and slipped an arm between Lisa’s leather-encased legs from behind and easily ‘hupped’ The Dream across her shoulders, the Personification of Perfection’s flawless face pointed to the rafters.
Used to marching on occasion in a previous life, the One Woman Army took the Torture Racked Dream on a trek around the squared circle, taking pleasure in stomping out each step and sending an anguish-inducing, back-breaking rattle through the captured Lisa’s spinal column.
“Ask her, Nick?” Clayton suggested while a wincing, mewling Lisa suffered through the march around the ring.
There’s no discernible verbal response so the man made the ‘safe sign’ to show Lisa’s refusal.
Becky shook her head softly.
“Black or Red, you’re my perfect bytch tonight, honeybunch.”
Bex laid out and PLANTED Lisa’s chest and face into the deck a second time in succession with an inverted Samoan Drop. The Dream took a half roll to her back after the explosive impact and seemed KOd, left in a wide starfish.
Becky rose to a seat and glanced over a shoulder in satisfaction. Lisa made her way through the eye of many a needle to rightly become 2019’s FAWN Wrestler of the Year, but she couldn’t make it through a solid wall.
Clayton spun on a hip and walked on all fours to Lisa. She mounted the tattered Dream in a kneeling straddle, placing her palms down on The Dream’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A preternatural shudder jittered a shoulder off the canvas and a bleary-eyed Lisa stayed alive, rolling to her side underneath the Destroyer class vessel whose body screamed World Champion, even though she’d only managed one previous minutes-long reign nearly ten years ago, one upended by none other than a briefcase-cashing Ultimate Image.
There would be no gimmickry tonight. It was steamroller meets tube of toothpaste, only Lisa would not end up minty fresh. Still, as Becky hauled the ragdolled Lisa to vertical to continue the onslaught, The Dream shot a palm heel strike forward that banged into Clayton’s chin, knocking GI Jackhammer off-stride.
Freed from her foe’s grasp, a wobbly Dream turned and raced to the ropes to rebound with momentum at the centrally stationed Clayton. Becky lowered a shoulder to bury the smaller brunette into the deck, but Lisa took the rare airborne route, leapfrogging Becky with a somersault over the top. Landing on the canvas, she tried to rip the One Woman Army off her feet with a Sunset Flip, but Beck’s barely budged.
The grinning challenger looked down at a wide-eyed Dream.
“You have no idea, Lees. How long I’ve been waiting to get you.”
Clayton leapt upward and sat out BUT buried her cheeks into empty canvas instead of The Dream’s chest, the Ultimate Image evacuating just in time from beneath the sculptured backside. Becky’s hands moved to her derriere to massage her aching tailbone.
Behind her, Lisa scrambles to her feet and headed for the cables behind her U-turning out and driving a Soccer Kick into Clayton’s spine. Becky’s back arched slightly, her face pinched. But she showed it’ll take much more than that to slow her down against the slender psychopath that was Lisa Legend. As Clayton started to rise, growling at the back attack and not much more, The Dream headed to the well again. Rebounding out of the ropes, she caught Becky halfway up, on her feet but still doubled.
Lisa looped a right Clothesline over the top and THUMPED it into the back of Becky’s neck, her signature Dreamsicle perfectly dispensed. But somehow, Clayton only crumpled to one knee. Beside her, Lisa was gripped by a disbelief that grew all the more pronounced when Becky begins rising again.
“Hell no, Wannadream,” Lisa bleated. “You don’t show me up!”
Dream tugged the lowered head of Becky between her thighs, clamping a Standing Headscissors around the temples of the BFG.
“Time for me to play one of the classics,” she shouted to the Dreamophiles. “WOAHHHH!”
Before Lisa could even fashion a paddle out of her palms, Becky wrapped her muscled arms around The Dream’s thighs and sent her into the sky like a firework come early. The shrieking Dream was sent high, up and over in a Back Body Drop. But Becky’s strength gave Lisa a temporary reprieve, the leather-clad legend launched with enough force to land on her feet behind Becky, back to back.
Clayton turned to find out why there was no explosion-like landing on her six o’clock and found a mule kick from The Dream splitting her wickets instead, the heel of Lisa’s boot POUNDING into the challenger’s crotch. Frozen stiff, eyes welling and mouth agape, Clayton at last looked semi-vulnerable.
Not even looking back for the result, Lisa knowing well what a direct hit felt like in such circumstances, The Dream scooted to the ropes one more time, returns with her right arm drawn, and circled it into a second Dreamsicle across the back of Becky’s dipped noggin. Clayton was flattened to the mat, finally the challenger’s turn to eat canvas in the wake of this Dreamy resurgence.
Those assembled for Summer Swelter assumed the opportunistic World Champion would go for a quick cover, but that’s why they were Wannadreams and not even a shadow of Lisa’s glorious perfection. Kneeling on the challenger’s right flank, The Dream helped herself to Clayton’s ankle and folded her lower leg across so that the blonde’s shin was snug against the pit of her right knee. Once that was done she took hold of the left ankle and folded that leg up and over to neatly snare both limbs in a figure four. Shifting into position just south of the grounded grappler to better keep her trap in place (Lisa braced her right knee against Becky’s left shin) the Waking Nightmare plucked Clayton’s right arm off the canvas and easily tucked it beneath her left bicep, thus wrenching the limb backward at an especially awkward angle. With that hand already snaking under Bex’s head, Lisa reached around with her right hand to complete the S-grip and thus WRENCH Clayton’s head and upper body off the canvas with a single violent tug!
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIvIyE_PxCY
“GIVE UP!” Lisa demanded mere heartbeats into the Dreamy STF. “NOW, WANNADREAM!”
“What do you say, Bex?” Castle added a query of his own. “Need me to call it?”
The Camouflage Crusher waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ a response the zebra and The Dream interpreted quite differently. “See, she’s quitting!” Lisa exclaimed. “Ring the bell, idiot. Clearly she can’t take the paHEY!”
Clayton jammed her left elbow into the mat and used it piton to drag herself several inches closer to the ropes.
“Oh, I think NOT, Wannadream!” Lisa yoked up on her grip and jerked it from side to side, the vicious bulldog tenacity of it earning a pained wail from the trapped Destroyer. But trapped didn’t mean helpless, as The Dream came to realize when Becky kept dragging their combined bulk closer and closer to the strands. Calculating that she had perhaps five seconds before the muscle-brained Wannadream reached her destination, Lisa hunched down and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on the STF until she’d muscled Clayton off the mat from the navel on up!
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAWD!” Becky shrieked for all to hear, the big blonde powerhouse forced to press her free hand to canvas to alleviate the very worst of the torque on her neck and spine.
“No divine intervention for Wannadreams, dog-face.” Lisa explained with a diabolical smile. “But if you throw yourself on the altar of perfection I might be persuaded to--”
Clayton dug in her nails and hauled them close enough to wrap that hand around the bottom rope. “Break!” she demanded at once. “Break the goddamned holdOOOOOOWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAHP!” Furious over this denial of her perfect plan, Lisa traded in the S-Grip for a pair of three-fingered fishhooks slipped into each side of the challenger’s mouth. These she pulled and yanked without mercy, the Ultimate Image of Unlicensed Elective Surgery doing her best to peel the skin from her foe’s face even as Castle made a brisk ’FOUR!’ count.
Dream tossed the poseur’s head down, scrambled to her feet and drove a spiteful stomp into the small of Clayton’s back before she retreated to the center of the ring. “Don’t waste your breath asking about her back, Castle!” Lisa jeered as Nick moved in to check on Clayton. “Even the rest of these idiot Wannadreams know she’s got no spine!”
Nick ignored this as he knelt beside the blonde, who’d managed to reach all fours. “You still good, Becky? Say the word and I’ll--”
“I’m fine, Nick.” she rasped. “Back the hell up and let me catch my brHHRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Already tired of waiting on her foe’s obvious imperfections, The Dream strode up behind Clayton, snatched a huge handful of hair and forced her down throat-first over the middle rope! “STOP HIDING FROM ME, WANNADREAM!” Lisa pivoted on the spot, bracing her leather-clad backside against Becky’s shoulders to keep her in place while simultaneously grabbing the top rope in both hands to add that much more pressure. Though she’d never lower herself to the point of riding a mechanical bull, The Dream did a damned fine (ok, perfect) impression of a woman who would, at least for the span of heartbeats it took Castle to reach ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
The Senior Official was quite adamant about allowing Clayton a moment of reprieve, unfortunately for the challenger Lisa was even more adamant about dragging her to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “What’s the matter Wannadream? Looking for a ceasefire? Well too bad!”
Putting the powerhouse’s back to the ropes, Lisa spun around, corralled her head in a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped Clayton onto her tush with a quick Snapmare. A glance over one shoulder told the Ultimate Image of Savvy Savagery that she had enough room to work, so Lisa bounced into the ropes, rushed out and somersaulted over the seated blonde to catch a double handful of hair in the process. The Dream landed on her back without incident whereas Bex was BWONKED forehead-first against the deck and returned to her previous slumped seat immediately thereafter. As for Lisa, she hurried up, wheeled around and left her feet in a short hop that culminated in a Basement Dropkick THWHUMPED against the BFG’s chest!
ROLLING NECK SNAP & BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ev0pfbAxm8
The truncated blast transformed Clayton from soldier to starfish, though The Dream made no effort to cover. Instead she stood tall and went to town upbraiding her detractors. “Did you Wannadreams truly believe this,” she swept a derisive arm over Becky, “was a threat to my perfect reign? There’s a reason this idiot is FAWN’s most forgettable World Champion and it’s not JUST because she lost to me! It’s simple, Wannadreams. She. Can’t. Compete!”
Clayton’s Howling Commandos greeted this with a wall of jeering sound that Lisa dismissed with a single impatient flick of the wrist. Happy to return the task of putting the dog-faced Wannadream in her place once and for all, Lisa administered several stomps to her opponent’s midsection before sprinting at the ropes on Becky’s right. No Irish Whip this, the Waking Nightmare leapt onto the second strand, dipped into a deep crouch and launched herself into the lights in a gorgeous back-flip that brought every perfect ounce of her THWHAMMING down atop Clayton’s butterfly-infested tummy! Bex’s legs shot up on impact so Lisa hooked the far and threaded her left leg over the near to keep the Destroyer glued to the canvas for…
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5l47EOna4v4
ONE…
TWO…
…the Camouflage Crusher kicked out at ‘TWO!’ with an enthusiasm that The Dream didn’t care for in the slightest.
“Still feeling strong, soldier? I can change that.” Curling her fingers in the challenger’s blonde locks, Lisa got to her feet and forced Bex to do the same just to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. “Now where was I? Oh yes, I remember!”
Lisa hunched over, hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Becky’s briefs and-- the Peacekeeper rose to her full height, forcing Dream to give up on her Symphony in favor of catching Clayton’s hips for a perfect Sunset Fl-- Becky grabbed the champ’s wrists and dipped her knees to remain anchored despite Lisa’s best efforts. Without so much as a word she reached down, palmed Dream’s head in both hands and muscled her from horizontal to vertical in a single strong-- “AARRRHH!”
Lisa jabbed a thumb into Clayton’s right eye, helped herself to the challenger’s wrist when went to protect her poked peeper. “Away with you, dogface!” Dream stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Becky-- Clayton hit the brakes, then sent Lisa to the ropes in her stead with an impressive one-handed Irish Whip.
In no mood to hit the ropes on anyone’s terms but hers, The Dream hopped onto the middle rope for the second time in as many minutes and soared back the way she’d came with another Dreamysa--THWHACK!
Becky stepped forward and drove a Big Boot through the brunette’s chest, Lisa landing on her head and shoulders in an awkward heap! Dropping to her knees beside the splattered perfectionist, Clayton rolled Lisa onto her back and stretched out across her chest for…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Lisa’s shoulder crept off the canvas a few inches. Hardly a show of defiance, but it’s enough to maintain her reign, if momentarily.
Kneeling next to the dilapidated Dream, Clayton pulled Lisa up to a seated position and slid behind her. Fashioning both hands into claws, Becky DUG both sets of digits DEEP into Lisa’s traps, sinking her signature E-Tool into the muscles then pinching nerve bundles beneath. The Dream grimaced in pain and when the One Woman Army leeeaned into the effort, she drew simpering mewls from the smaller woman.
E-TOOL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eojIhYv0uw
“You don’t like a nice massage?” Becky asked between huffs of effort. “Maybe I need to get further into the tissue.”
The BFG DROVE her talons in, drawing a yelp from The Dream, continuing to grind away seconds seeming like minutes for the champ.
Clayton finally relented, only to wrap her arms around the thin ivory rim of midriff between Lisa’s top and pants. The challenger rose, easily lifting Lisa up with her. Dream’s boot tips stretched for the canvas but come up short, Bex having transitioned the champ into a constricting Bear Hug. Lisa gasped in air as best she could between each tightening of the limbs.
Clayton roughly rattled the reeling Dream, Lisa’s body becoming limper by the moment until suddenly her muscles clenched. Dream’s dark eyes bugged wide and she started to spit saliva bubbles from the corners of her lips, the Scarlet Savior moving to the surface of her consciousness, as if called upon to save Lisa from her dire circumstances as she’d done several times before.
Red swung her elbows wildly within Clayton’s death grip and THUMPED one pointed joint into a temple then another and another, loosening Becky’s clasp before shaking free and turning. The wild eyes of Red were evident as she spun and lifted a shin to send it CRASHING into Becky’s undercarriage. But Clayton’s ready, catching the limb before it could turn the momentum again.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!”
Becky howled in agony, as while she’s successful below, Lisa jabbed a thumb in her eye. Half-blinded, Clayton had no effective defense when The Dream swung a knee into her ribs, bending GI Jackhammer over with a groan. The Dream pushed down on Becky’s lowered noggin so it’s low enough for her to mount. She did enthusiastically, tightening a Standing Headscissors around Clayton’s braincase.
“Now,” Red sputtered between spittle-launching giggles. “I’m the doctor. I give you the shock! NOT YOU TO ME!”
Lisa slipped her fingers under the spandex of Becky’s leg holes and JERKED up the whisper-thin space-age polymer, providing the One Woman Army with a battlefield-sized wedgie. Becky chirped as she rose to tiptoes, but just as quickly cinched her arms around the slender thighs of the leather-clad lunatic. Her power undeniable, Becky lifted Lisa off the deck and, near thong in place as she charged forward, STUFFED The Dream’s spine into the buckles behind her, Lisa’s grip falling away, the champions’ third attempt to play her Symphony again rejected.
Dream pounded weakly across Becky’s strapping back, but Clayton mostly ignored her foe, setting the partially crumpled Dream on a seat on the top buckle. Joining her with a stance on the middle ropes, Becky landed a trio of forearm shivers to calm the growing storm in Lisa’s eyes. Now glazed, even Red showed a deep dark daze as the powerhouse forced the Personification of Perfection to join her, pressed her palms into the World Champion’s upper and lower torso and pivoted to toss Dream halfway across the ring.
The ring rattled on Lisa’s landing and the demolished Dream skidded to a stop, arching in anguish as she reached lethargically for the base of her backbone. Clayton hopped down from her perch and showed a singular focus, grasping Lisa by her dark locks and yanking the dishragged Dream to her feet.
Grunting, Becky vaulted Lisa toward the rafters once more, again Military Pressing her into the lights above. The Ultimate Image raged into a frantic fury, the Red Devil fighting for an escape but learning even in her fevered state there’s no denying Becky’s strength. Instead Clayton commanded Lisa remain in the heights until called upon to drop across a shoulder and be POWERSLAMMED into the deck, Bex dispensing with the Scarlet Savior in the most emphatic way possible via her Black Ops.
BLACK OPS @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkIo1gYNDWA
After delivering a cataclysmic coupe de grace, Becky planted a palm on Lisa’s pert bosom, the other on her barely bare navel, Clayton nodding her head with the slaps of the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The crowd, chanting the digits in time, got caught moving to a reverberating THREE! before Castle’s hand hits home. He held it no more than an inch aloft as The Dream spasmed enough to roll a shoulder a few inches in the opposite direction. Nick leapt to his feet to make sure everyone in the stunned house knows it’s only TWO and maybe 15/16.
Lisa shook her head as she rolled to her side, snorting, sinking her own nails into her locks and tearing her cranium from side to side.
“No,” she offered in not much more than a whisper. “No sedation, doctor. You can’t take perfection away.”
On her haunches, dumbfounded next to what should have been an unconscious ex-champ, Becky looked on in amazement as Lisa rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours. Clayton staref out at the crowd as if asking for an idea on how to finally quell the crazy of Red Lisa.
“If Blassenville can put you in a rubber room,” Becky informed, “I can at least put you in a trainer’s room without the big belt.”
The sound of Celia’s name seemed to spark a deep-seated rage and a double-shot of adrenaline surged through the sinewy frame of the title holder. Lisa dove into the unsuspecting Clayton, knocking Becky onto her back, The Dream mounting her a makeshift Thesz Press of sorts, instantly pelting her with wild right-left combos. Clayton got her guard up to block most but sufficient fists snuck through and no matter the peerless powerful frame of the One Woman Army, with her head taking a pounding, the body was left sluggish by the time Red punched herself into exhaustion.
Red rose to a kneeling straddle of Becky’ glistening torso, grunting gibberish then slapping herself silly before bouncing her pert backside into Becky’s abs over and over, forcing the breath out of the challenger like a bellows.
“I knew you were one of those nurses,” the Scarlet Savior sputtered. “Well you’re going to fill a cell tonight. NOT ME!”
With Clayton too breathless to offer any sort of meaningful protest, the Vermillion Vixen buried both hands in the challenger’s hair and dragged the both of ‘em to verticality. A short Kneelift to the belly doubled Bex over, allowing Red to catch a Front Facelock, then she dipped her head and slung the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders. She hooked Clayton’s left leg immediately thereafter, the standing Cradle giving the maniacal brunette enough leverage to pop her larger adversary up, over and down, Becky THWHUMPING flat against the thinly-sheathed canvas. Locking her hands to ensure the Cradle remained as snug as possible, Red Lisa pushed onto tiptoe amidst a chorus of thousands bellowing…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqRcX6KbhIo
ONE…
TWO…
The Peacekeeper powered free just after ‘TWO!’, much to the disgust and disdain of the FAWN World Champion. “Stronger medication… is clearly required,” she growled even before she’d filled her hands with Clayton’s hair. “But Perfection is still the prescription… and it comes in MANY different doseNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Hauled to her knees by the slavering lunatic, Becky curled both hands into fists and unloaded a left-right-left combo on Red’s perfect midsection. The last shot caused Lisa to stagger backward, unfortunately she refused to give up her grip on the blonde’s hair, so Bex was pulled along for the ride and dropped awkwardly to all fours. Ignoring the sting in her scalp in favor of scrambling to one knee, Clayton caught hold of the Waking Nightmare at one hip and drew back her free hand for a skewering blast straight to--THWHONK!
Red Lisa put a violent stop to the Camouflage Uprising via a huge Kneelift that struck the bridge of her opponent’s nose! Wrenching Becky’s head back & forth even as the challenger’s arms dropped to her sides, Red shrieked, “YOU’RE. NOT. PERFECT!” Whether this was intended as assignation or assessment was up for debate, what was not was the energy she put into yanking the woozy Destroyer to her feet once again. The Front Facelock / Standing Cradle followed, but even in her crazed state The Dream was loath to repeat herself so rather than put the big blonde on her back with a Suplex, Red got her all the way to high noon, then dropped straight down to THAWHONK Becky’s head and shoulders into the canvas courtesy of the Second Verse in her Ode to Perfection.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSJkuStjDbM
Granted a lovely view of the lights by the decidedly unlovely maneuver, Clayton uttered a short, sharp grunt when Red Lisa splashed down across her exposed midsection and trapped both legs in a tight bundle that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton kicked out and sat up in one powerful motion, a display of insolence that earned her a faceful of the Scarlet Savior’s pitiless claws! “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” she shrieked over Becky’s healthy wailing. “DON’T YOU KNOW THIS MUCH PERFECTION COULD DESTROY YOOOFFFHHH!”
Bex pivoted to one knee and stuffed an elbow into the brunette’s gut, forcing Red to bash another few Kneelifts into her temple to keep the other wrestler properly grounded. Hooking the Front Facelock while Clayton was still on one knee, Red Lisa got the near arm into proper position, then grabbed hold of Becky’s distended togs and used those to get her on her feet. Or perhaps ‘foot’ was more accurate, as the champ immediately cradled Clayton’s left leg and-- “HRRRRGGGGHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher pumped that knee up into The Dream’s chest to break her grip before it was properly established. Yoking up with her left arm to catch Red Lisa in a Front Facelock of her own, Becky helped herself to a generous hold of the champ’s leather pants and hoisted her from six to midnight with seemingly no effort at--THUNK! Red countered with a Kneelift of her own, driving the bony joint into the crown of Clayton’s skull from directly overhead. Bex let loose and took a giant step backward, leaving Lisa to land on one knee in an awkward crouch. Didn’t last long though, she popped up in an instant and lunged at the blonde with those perfect talons leading the way.
“AARRRRHHHH!” Becky cried out and ceded a few more steps, the BFG instinctually turning her back on The Dream to protect her face from further damage. This proved a rather questionable choice because Red Lisa pounced and caught her by the shoulders, not for a retaliatory E-Tool but to hold her in place long enough to leap onto her shoulders. The air rushed out of the FAWN Arena as the Maroon Menace locked her legs around the challenger’s neck and-- Clayton cinched her arms around the brunette’s thighs and clasped her hands to stop the Dream Driver dead in its tracks with Red Lisa draped down the challenger’s back like a hissing, spitting cape.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ as Red continued to thrash, Becky set her feet and pulled / hunched forward to bring Dream back to her original position. Red didn’t much care for this so she grabbed a huge handful of hair and balled the other into a fist which she promptly delivered unto the challenger’s pate over and over again! “Nodoctorsnodoctorsnodoctorsnodoctorsno--” Holding firm beneath the heavy shelling, Becky moved her hands to the champ’s perfect cheeks and pushed up and forward, Red pitching offa her Destroyer class mount while Becky caught her around the thighs and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM The Dream to the deck with a huge Electric Chair Powerbomb!
ELECTRIC CHAIR POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_YXXuXndb8
Red Lisa bounced on impact, the gobsmacked bendy-back catching enough residual air to end up on one knee. By all accounts she should’ve stayed there for the next hour, so you can imagine the surprise when she clambered to her feet and clambered toward the ropes with one arm outstretched before her and the other strapped tight to her jostled innards. As for Clayton, she made no effort to cope with the reality of what she was seeing, she simply accepted it at face value and set about shutting it down. On her feet a few steps behind The Dream, Bex whipped through a quick about-face and sprinted to the far side of the ring to build up a bunker-busting head of steam. As of yet aware of the trouble heading her way, Red hit the strands shoulder-first and pinballed back the way she’d came, her glassy gaze searching for the nurse that’d tried to-- Becky went low and pushed off her back foot, the Camouflage Crusher burying her right shoulder in the champ’s belly with a Spear that either turned Lisa inside out or folded her in half depending on your vantage point. Clayton didn’t register either of these options, she only knew she’d caught every bit of the Spear and so wasted no time rolling the brunette onto her back for an emphatic Crossbody.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Red Lisa inched a shoulder clear, tumbled onto her belly and began to rise while the penitent challenger looked on from her six in wide-eyed shock. “Nuuuuuhhhhh…..nuuuuuhhhh… no doctors.” Red rasped. “No doctors… no therapy… no escape… no escape from me. No escape from perf--”
“Hey, Lisa.”
The Waking Nightmare froze in place, her head cocked to one side like someone listening to very faint music.
“It’s time, Lisa. Time to take your medicine.”
“NO MEDICINNNNNGGGHHH!”
Red spun into a straight right hand from the challenger and would’ve collapsed to her knees if Clayton hadn’t wrapped that hand around her foe’s throat. Dipping down so she snugged under the champ’s right arm, Bex snatched hold of some leather waistband and took Red into the stratosphere, the monster’s legs kicking frantically up until the moment Clayton tossed her down and sat out, the challenger THAWHAMMING The Dream to the deck with a ring-rattling Sit-Out Choke Slam!
SIT-OUT CHOKE SLAM @ 1:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO8mC3eKwv0
Lisa bounced again, but there was no getting up this time, at least not until Becky cupped both ears and returned her to verticality for the sole purpose of scooping her onto her right shoulder. Doing everything in her power to tune out the mad cacophony of the FAWNatics, Bex clamped down on The Dream’s biceps and hoisted her into the face-first Crucifix. The challenger let her hang there for *just* a second, then gathered her reserves and tossed Red straight up. She seemed to hang in the firmament for much longer than anyone would’ve thought possible, Red Lisa’s warped world view leaking out to infect any that dared watch. Then Becky caught her head in a Three Quarters Facelock and time resumed its normal flow, the blonde throwing herself to the deck to DRIVE Red Lisa home as hard as she could.
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
No bouncing outta that crater, Becky shot a Half Nelson to roll The Dream over before she collected both legs in a Back Press that put Lisa’s knees within inches of her cheeks while Nick counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky rolled to her knees, pounded a fist against the mat, then reared back on her haunches and raked a hand through her hair, the veteran still trying to process things when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and the NEW FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Hand to her face so the world wouldn’t see her cry on camera, Becky forced herself to take several steadying breaths. She’d regained the tiniest measure of control when Nick Castle walked over and said, “Good win, Bex. Sorry, good work, champ.” Becky uttered something between a laugh and a sob, got to her feet and almost lost it again when the referee draped the leather and gold over her right shoulder. “May I raise your hand?”
She nodded because her voice was an almost imperceptible “Yes.”
Nick did and Clayton finally found her voice when crowd began to chant her name. “I did it. I GODDAMNED DIT IT!” Becky raised the belt one handed so she could slap the faceplate with the other. “I’m taking on all comers, understand? ALL. COMERS! You want your shot? All you gotta do is ask, but I’m telling every woman in that locker room that you better come to this ring ready for a WAR because that’s what I’m bringing. And that’s what it’ll take to get this title away from me.”
Finally breaking into a million watt smile after she strapped the big belt around her waist, Becky Clayton stomped over to whatever Lisa was left in that leather-clad ruin and planted a domineering foot atop her chest. A double bicep flex drove the point home better than words ever could. The Red Era was finished, its madness put firmly in check by a tenacious Peacemaker and her squad of Howling Commandos.
Bolstered by their combined might, Becky Clayton treated herself to a long victory circuit then slipped through the ropes and circled the ringside area to slap hands with the fans before heading up the aisle to do the whole thing over again.
Laid out, the former champion(s) Red and Classic, remained in a motionless spread eagle as Clayton turned on the upper stage and bid adieu to her commandos with a crisp salute before spinning again and marching backstage with her second and already longest World Title reign.
Nearly the instant The One Woman Army was back in her barracks, ‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts blasted from the speakers, lights flickering in a myriad of colors.
And just as quickly the Mistress of Madness was sprinting down the aisle. She slid into the ring as a softly stirring Dream burbled back to semi-consciousness.
MADDY MAYHEM:
Dressed in a black vinyl two piece with white boots/black pads, Mayhem had arrived for the previous title holder, Maddy hopping to her feet, her ubiquitous ‘Batsy’ slung over one shoulder.
Apparently not having forgotten or forgiven how Lisa had out-crazyed the flaxen-haired Mistress of Madness not long ago, Maddy waited impatiently for a loopy Dream to push to her feet and drunkenly turn toward Mayhem. Maddy wielded the crown of her bat THUMPING it DEEP into Lisa’s blasted abdomen.
The Dream doubled over, dark eyes wide. She gasped for breath as Maddy nestled close, underhooking both of the brunette’s arms and securing the dilapidated Dream. Grinning manically at the stunned crowd, Maddy SPIKED Lisa’s skull into the canvas with her signature Mayhem DDT
MAYHEM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYi6HZ508nw
Demolished, Lisa momentarily bounced back to her haunches before flopping to her side and rolling to her back. Dream shudders before falling still while Mayhem scrambled to her feet and pointed at Lisa’s carcass.
“That’s shyt,” Mayhem shouted, pointing at the Ultimate Image. She turned a thumb inward and jerked it toward her chest. “THIS IS MAYHEM!”
Determined to show how much, Maddy pulled Lisa to her knees, letting the dazed Dream settle on her haunches swaying like a reed in the wind while Maddy raced to the ropes for a reckless rebound.
OH! MAYHEM!
OH! MAYHEM! @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPYytWCre9s
Maddy’s Kinshasa RAMMED into Lisa’s chin nearly decapitating The Dream. Lisa whiplashed away from the impact ending in an unconscious starfish at the blonde’s feet.
Maddy stomped a boot on Lisa’s chest, receiving no reaction so far had Dream been sent into dreamland. Keeping her foot planted on Lisa, Maddy reached down and collects Batsy, holding her partner atop her shoulders, looping both arms around to secure her inanimate love in place.
“Anyone want to get crazy?” Mayhem screamed. “You know where to find me!”
Already standing in anticipation of the Main Event, the FAWNatics got even louder when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the statuesque veteran striding through the curtains to claim her spot center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s shot at redemption nearly a decade in the making, the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Though she appreciated the cheers more than she could put into words, Clayton forced herself to tune them, and everything else out as she started her match to the squared circle. “Ten years.” she said under her breath. “Ten years I’ve waited for this moment. You robbed me once, Dream. Tonight I reclaim what’s mine.”
The statement seemed to steady her quite a bit because afterward the One Woman Army made her way back and forth across the aisle several times to make sure didn’t miss any of her Howling Commandos. Once the reserves were properly bolstered, Bex bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher backpedaled to the far corner where Nick Castle could carry out his final inspection without the challenger having to take her eyes off the stage for so much as a moment.
Tonight might be a test where only perfection could pass muster. Luckily, the legend that lords over the wrestlescape was immaculate above all others and she neither felt nor registered a hint of concern. Her challenger’s physical prowess was simply a circumstance she‘s designed to overcome and when the signal to grace the Wanadreams with her presence arrived, O Fortuna echoing through the arena, Lisa moved to curtain’s edge and through.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appeared, moving 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 lowered her gaze upon herself, there the further proof of her flawless ability wrapped around her midriff, the FAWN World Championship belt evidence of excellence even the most obtuse could not avoid or deny.
Satisfied with the bask, The Dream began her champion’s promenade, Lisa 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 halts 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 as her music faded, unfastens her belt, and raises it high, staring a hole through her challenger. She held a microphone in her opposite hand and raised it.
“For some reason, the Wannadreams have named you their queen. Only you have the power to end my excellence, an Army of One Woman called upon to denigrate the purity of perfection. But no muscle-bound dogface can rule my impeccable arena. This space is mine. And you will find soon enough, you would have been better served to retreat back into the woodwork of your loser’s life.”
Lisa let the microphone slip from her fingers and CLUNK against the canvas.
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 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 left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa stared at Clayton with utter contempt and the Announcer useD the lull to declare the official arrival of the title holder.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and YOUR FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream handed her belt to Castle who brought it to an attendant for safekeeping. Moving to her corner, the “sane” megalomaniacal version of The Dream stretched both sets of limbs, keeping a watchful set of brown pools on Becky, Lisa ignoring the jeers and leers of the jealous Wannadreams.
In spite of her inarguable domination over FAWN’s Main Event scene since her ‘return from sabbatical’ more than a year prior, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection was not known for, let’s just call it a bold initial approach, especially in matches when that ten pounds of leather and gold was on the line. Thus those assembled were quite surprised when The Dream stormed her way to the center of the squared circle at the CLANG of the opening bell.
“Get your imperfect, dog-faced Wannadream ass out here, Clayton!” Lisa demanded to the powerhouse challenger. “I’ve endured your petulant whining for far too long, tonight’s the night I end your golden dreams once and for all!” Clayton didn’t hesitate, though her approach was considerably more measured than the World Champion’s because she had her head on a swivel just in case Lisa was drawing her in to a trap. Irritated by what she considered an intolerable delay, The Dream crossed the halfway point into Clayton’s territory and greeted the big blonde with a quick SLAP that spun Becky’s head to the side! “That’s for sticking your imperfect nose in my perfect plans!” she sneered over the rumbling ‘OOOOOOOHHHH!’ from the Swelter crowd.
The Peacekeeper straightened her head and worked her worked her jaw, but made no effort to touch the freshly-raised welt. “That all you got, ch--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa slapped her a second time, then jabbed a finger in the Destroyer’s chest. “That’s ‘The Dream’ to you, Wannadream.” she growled. “And HOW DARE you even attempt to utter the word ‘champion’ in my presence! It sounds like dirt in your slobbering Wannadream’s mouNNNNGGGGHH!”
Becky caught a huge handful of The Dream’s dark hair, wrenched her head back and CLOUTED Lisa’s perfect features with a Slap that was halfway between forehand and overhand! Putting that hand to Lisa’s chest immediately thereafter, Clayton released the hair-hold and sent Lisa backpedaling most of the way to her corner. “Order me around one more time, Dream.” Bex warned the wide-eyed champion. “You’ll find out just how badly I can wreck that perfect face of--”
Lisa pounced, sweeping the bigger wrestler into Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that drove Clayton back two st- the Camouflage Crusher threw a foot behind her, bracing it like a kickstand. Lisa’s progress came to a grinding halt, then hit full reverse because Becky gathered her strength and sent the leather-clad brunette flying through the air with another colossal shove! Lisa landed on her back with an echoing ’BWAM!’, rolled backward and came up on one knee.
Offering the World Champion a knowing smile, Clayton raised her arms and treated everyone to a brawny double bicep flex. “Think you’re gonna overpower me, champ?” she asked. “Dream on.”
Perfect features crimped in disgust, The Dream stood up and allowed herself a moment to smooth her leather. “This… assignation of my perfection will not stand, Wannadream. You shall be made to suffer for each and every slight before tonight is--”
“Then what are you waiting for, sweetie?” Clayton raised both hands, beckoned Lisa to join. “Step up and show me why you’re so--”
Lisa launched herself at the BFG, the champ leading with ten ruby-tipped claws aimed at the challenger’s eyes! Bex wasn’t quick enough to spin aside so took a giant step back and grabbed hold of The Dream’s wrists with perhaps two inches to spare. A single yank raised Lisa’s hands high overhead, thus meaning she was wide open for the Headbutt Clayton drove into the bridge of her nose! Lisa’s knees went weak but she didn’t go down, probably because Bex wrapped one hand around her throat and stuffed the other into the champ’s left armpit. “Chooooke!” Lisa rasped to Nick Castle. “ChoWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGGHH!” Becky drew away, pivoted her hips and sent Lisa soaring into the shadows of the far corner with a gorgeous Biel Toss!
BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6j7g0T1dne8
Dream landed with a resounding THAWHAM and popped up like the canvas was electrified, such was the momentum left over from Clayton’s show of strength. Retreating as soon as she was vertical, the Ultimate Image of Brazen Backpedaling trundled into the corner and slung her arms over the top rope to steady her trembling legs. “I’m surrounded by incompetents!” Lisa wailed when she’d drawn a couple deep breaths. “For Perfection’s sake, Castle! Didn’t you check that lout’s hands for foreign objects before theNO! ROPESSSNNGGGHH!”
In no mood to slow this perfect womanhandling, Becky Clayton charged across the squared circle and took to the skies several feet removed from The Dream’s corner for the sole purpose of THWHUMPING every bit of her hundred and forty-three pounds into Lisa courtesy of a chest-to-chest Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ1FNpWYGEc
The Dream remained upright only because she had nowhere to fall, a situation Clayton chose to remedy in short order. Reeling Lisa into a Front Facelock, Bex draped the brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a sturdy handful of leather waistband. Hooks set, she drew back a couple of steps and muscled Dream all the way to high noon only to pivot and hurl her burden all the way back to somewhere around nine o’clock, Lisa once again landing with a ring-shivering THWHAM. Dream sat up on impact, saw the ropes within reach and hunched forward to grab the middle strand in her right hand.
SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCLca-HKK1g
Her relief was palpable, albeit sadly short-lived because the Peacekeeper stalked up behind and laid claim to the champ’s left wrist. “Get off of me, Wannadream!” she barked. “I’m in the ropeSSOOOWWWW!”
Clayton put some unpleasant strain on the champion’s shoulder and elbow with a pair of Arm-Ringers, though it must be noted that The Dream maintained her tenacious grip on the rubber-coated steel. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re in the ropes.” Bex admitted. “Think you can stay there?”
Coming to grips with the idea that Christian had put her in the ring with yet another psychopath, Lisa turned her attention to the Senior Official and shouted, “COUNT HER, IDIOT!”
Castle didn’t much like her tone, but she did have a point. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--” Nick broke the count not because Clayton abandoned her grip, but because she dropped her hips and simply yanked Lisa away from the sanctuary of the ropes!
Dragging the flabbergasted champion to verticality, Becky reeled her into a quick Shoulderblock, then doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Dream on her way with an Irish Whip. Too frazzled by the Wannadream’s blatant disregard for the rules to hook her arms over the ropes, Lisa raced back the way she came, though the leather-clad brunette did draw back a Clothesline aimed straight at Clayton’s-- the BFG pivoted and spread her arms in a welcoming ‘C’, Becky just scooping the champ up, over and DOWN, Lisa planted center of the ring with a gorgeous Power Slam! Becky rocked back on her haunches for a perhaps a second before lowering the boom with a miniature Splash across The Dream’s gulping midsection. Hooking the far leg with both arms, Clayton rolled over into a strong Back Press that kept Lisa glued to the mat through…
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-fX2m9srgE
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa shot an arm into the air, breaking Castle’s count a whisper after ‘TWO!’
The challenger shook her head in disappointment, though she seemed otherwise unfazed. “Anything else you want to say to me, Dream?” Lisa shook her head ‘no’, the champ extending a hand either to placate or ward off. Whatever she’d intended, it didn’t work. Clayton swatted the offering aside, wrapped a hand around the bendy-back’s throat and hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Quick to brace her free hand against The Dream’s inner thigh, Bex dipped her knees and earned a loud ‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ from the crowd when she muscled Lisa into the rafters with an effortless Military Press!
The Dream shook her head frantically from on high, unable to shake loose from the One Woman Army. Clearly enjoying taking her power advantage out for a spin, Clayton did so literally, making an abbreviated lap around the inside of the ring.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” The Dream screamed in fear more than demand, not thinking through the import of her words.
Becky shrugged with a smile and tossed Lisa out in front of her, the leather-clad legend dropping to the deck like a perfect stone, body thumping into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Landing on her face and chest, one of the champion’s arms swaddles her modest bosom, the other flew to her beak, checking if her nose has been bent from its immaculate alignment.
Lisa rolled to her back and brushed her boot soles against the canvas, butt-scooting away from a hovering Becky.
“You had to know,” Clayton said matter-of-factly as she followed the retreating Dream. “As resourceful as you can be and you are, dragging that scrawny ass around a ring to win after win; you had to know this was the end of the line, Lees.”
Dream used the buckles behind her to shimmy to vertical, dark eyes never leaving the physical specimen Clayton continued to be after a long illustrious career of her own. Looking to have no less muscular strength than a decade ago, the glorious grunt cut off any escape routes.
With those gone, Lisa turned and tried to climb over the ropes to safety, but Becky latched onto a shoulder and wrist and brought the Ultimate Image back to the canvas. She dipped and slipped an arm between Lisa’s leather-encased legs from behind and easily ‘hupped’ The Dream across her shoulders, the Personification of Perfection’s flawless face pointed to the rafters.
Used to marching on occasion in a previous life, the One Woman Army took the Torture Racked Dream on a trek around the squared circle, taking pleasure in stomping out each step and sending an anguish-inducing, back-breaking rattle through the captured Lisa’s spinal column.
“Ask her, Nick?” Clayton suggested while a wincing, mewling Lisa suffered through the march around the ring.
There’s no discernible verbal response so the man made the ‘safe sign’ to show Lisa’s refusal.
Becky shook her head softly.
“Black or Red, you’re my perfect bytch tonight, honeybunch.”
Bex laid out and PLANTED Lisa’s chest and face into the deck a second time in succession with an inverted Samoan Drop. The Dream took a half roll to her back after the explosive impact and seemed KOd, left in a wide starfish.
Becky rose to a seat and glanced over a shoulder in satisfaction. Lisa made her way through the eye of many a needle to rightly become 2019’s FAWN Wrestler of the Year, but she couldn’t make it through a solid wall.
Clayton spun on a hip and walked on all fours to Lisa. She mounted the tattered Dream in a kneeling straddle, placing her palms down on The Dream’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A preternatural shudder jittered a shoulder off the canvas and a bleary-eyed Lisa stayed alive, rolling to her side underneath the Destroyer class vessel whose body screamed World Champion, even though she’d only managed one previous minutes-long reign nearly ten years ago, one upended by none other than a briefcase-cashing Ultimate Image.
There would be no gimmickry tonight. It was steamroller meets tube of toothpaste, only Lisa would not end up minty fresh. Still, as Becky hauled the ragdolled Lisa to vertical to continue the onslaught, The Dream shot a palm heel strike forward that banged into Clayton’s chin, knocking GI Jackhammer off-stride.
Freed from her foe’s grasp, a wobbly Dream turned and raced to the ropes to rebound with momentum at the centrally stationed Clayton. Becky lowered a shoulder to bury the smaller brunette into the deck, but Lisa took the rare airborne route, leapfrogging Becky with a somersault over the top. Landing on the canvas, she tried to rip the One Woman Army off her feet with a Sunset Flip, but Beck’s barely budged.
The grinning challenger looked down at a wide-eyed Dream.
“You have no idea, Lees. How long I’ve been waiting to get you.”
Clayton leapt upward and sat out BUT buried her cheeks into empty canvas instead of The Dream’s chest, the Ultimate Image evacuating just in time from beneath the sculptured backside. Becky’s hands moved to her derriere to massage her aching tailbone.
Behind her, Lisa scrambles to her feet and headed for the cables behind her U-turning out and driving a Soccer Kick into Clayton’s spine. Becky’s back arched slightly, her face pinched. But she showed it’ll take much more than that to slow her down against the slender psychopath that was Lisa Legend. As Clayton started to rise, growling at the back attack and not much more, The Dream headed to the well again. Rebounding out of the ropes, she caught Becky halfway up, on her feet but still doubled.
Lisa looped a right Clothesline over the top and THUMPED it into the back of Becky’s neck, her signature Dreamsicle perfectly dispensed. But somehow, Clayton only crumpled to one knee. Beside her, Lisa was gripped by a disbelief that grew all the more pronounced when Becky begins rising again.
“Hell no, Wannadream,” Lisa bleated. “You don’t show me up!”
Dream tugged the lowered head of Becky between her thighs, clamping a Standing Headscissors around the temples of the BFG.
“Time for me to play one of the classics,” she shouted to the Dreamophiles. “WOAHHHH!”
Before Lisa could even fashion a paddle out of her palms, Becky wrapped her muscled arms around The Dream’s thighs and sent her into the sky like a firework come early. The shrieking Dream was sent high, up and over in a Back Body Drop. But Becky’s strength gave Lisa a temporary reprieve, the leather-clad legend launched with enough force to land on her feet behind Becky, back to back.
Clayton turned to find out why there was no explosion-like landing on her six o’clock and found a mule kick from The Dream splitting her wickets instead, the heel of Lisa’s boot POUNDING into the challenger’s crotch. Frozen stiff, eyes welling and mouth agape, Clayton at last looked semi-vulnerable.
Not even looking back for the result, Lisa knowing well what a direct hit felt like in such circumstances, The Dream scooted to the ropes one more time, returns with her right arm drawn, and circled it into a second Dreamsicle across the back of Becky’s dipped noggin. Clayton was flattened to the mat, finally the challenger’s turn to eat canvas in the wake of this Dreamy resurgence.
Those assembled for Summer Swelter assumed the opportunistic World Champion would go for a quick cover, but that’s why they were Wannadreams and not even a shadow of Lisa’s glorious perfection. Kneeling on the challenger’s right flank, The Dream helped herself to Clayton’s ankle and folded her lower leg across so that the blonde’s shin was snug against the pit of her right knee. Once that was done she took hold of the left ankle and folded that leg up and over to neatly snare both limbs in a figure four. Shifting into position just south of the grounded grappler to better keep her trap in place (Lisa braced her right knee against Becky’s left shin) the Waking Nightmare plucked Clayton’s right arm off the canvas and easily tucked it beneath her left bicep, thus wrenching the limb backward at an especially awkward angle. With that hand already snaking under Bex’s head, Lisa reached around with her right hand to complete the S-grip and thus WRENCH Clayton’s head and upper body off the canvas with a single violent tug!
DREAMY STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIvIyE_PxCY
“GIVE UP!” Lisa demanded mere heartbeats into the Dreamy STF. “NOW, WANNADREAM!”
“What do you say, Bex?” Castle added a query of his own. “Need me to call it?”
The Camouflage Crusher waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ a response the zebra and The Dream interpreted quite differently. “See, she’s quitting!” Lisa exclaimed. “Ring the bell, idiot. Clearly she can’t take the paHEY!”
Clayton jammed her left elbow into the mat and used it piton to drag herself several inches closer to the ropes.
“Oh, I think NOT, Wannadream!” Lisa yoked up on her grip and jerked it from side to side, the vicious bulldog tenacity of it earning a pained wail from the trapped Destroyer. But trapped didn’t mean helpless, as The Dream came to realize when Becky kept dragging their combined bulk closer and closer to the strands. Calculating that she had perhaps five seconds before the muscle-brained Wannadream reached her destination, Lisa hunched down and craaaaaaaaaaanked up on the STF until she’d muscled Clayton off the mat from the navel on up!
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAWD!” Becky shrieked for all to hear, the big blonde powerhouse forced to press her free hand to canvas to alleviate the very worst of the torque on her neck and spine.
“No divine intervention for Wannadreams, dog-face.” Lisa explained with a diabolical smile. “But if you throw yourself on the altar of perfection I might be persuaded to--”
Clayton dug in her nails and hauled them close enough to wrap that hand around the bottom rope. “Break!” she demanded at once. “Break the goddamned holdOOOOOOWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAHP!” Furious over this denial of her perfect plan, Lisa traded in the S-Grip for a pair of three-fingered fishhooks slipped into each side of the challenger’s mouth. These she pulled and yanked without mercy, the Ultimate Image of Unlicensed Elective Surgery doing her best to peel the skin from her foe’s face even as Castle made a brisk ’FOUR!’ count.
Dream tossed the poseur’s head down, scrambled to her feet and drove a spiteful stomp into the small of Clayton’s back before she retreated to the center of the ring. “Don’t waste your breath asking about her back, Castle!” Lisa jeered as Nick moved in to check on Clayton. “Even the rest of these idiot Wannadreams know she’s got no spine!”
Nick ignored this as he knelt beside the blonde, who’d managed to reach all fours. “You still good, Becky? Say the word and I’ll--”
“I’m fine, Nick.” she rasped. “Back the hell up and let me catch my brHHRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Already tired of waiting on her foe’s obvious imperfections, The Dream strode up behind Clayton, snatched a huge handful of hair and forced her down throat-first over the middle rope! “STOP HIDING FROM ME, WANNADREAM!” Lisa pivoted on the spot, bracing her leather-clad backside against Becky’s shoulders to keep her in place while simultaneously grabbing the top rope in both hands to add that much more pressure. Though she’d never lower herself to the point of riding a mechanical bull, The Dream did a damned fine (ok, perfect) impression of a woman who would, at least for the span of heartbeats it took Castle to reach ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
The Senior Official was quite adamant about allowing Clayton a moment of reprieve, unfortunately for the challenger Lisa was even more adamant about dragging her to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “What’s the matter Wannadream? Looking for a ceasefire? Well too bad!”
Putting the powerhouse’s back to the ropes, Lisa spun around, corralled her head in a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped Clayton onto her tush with a quick Snapmare. A glance over one shoulder told the Ultimate Image of Savvy Savagery that she had enough room to work, so Lisa bounced into the ropes, rushed out and somersaulted over the seated blonde to catch a double handful of hair in the process. The Dream landed on her back without incident whereas Bex was BWONKED forehead-first against the deck and returned to her previous slumped seat immediately thereafter. As for Lisa, she hurried up, wheeled around and left her feet in a short hop that culminated in a Basement Dropkick THWHUMPED against the BFG’s chest!
ROLLING NECK SNAP & BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ev0pfbAxm8
The truncated blast transformed Clayton from soldier to starfish, though The Dream made no effort to cover. Instead she stood tall and went to town upbraiding her detractors. “Did you Wannadreams truly believe this,” she swept a derisive arm over Becky, “was a threat to my perfect reign? There’s a reason this idiot is FAWN’s most forgettable World Champion and it’s not JUST because she lost to me! It’s simple, Wannadreams. She. Can’t. Compete!”
Clayton’s Howling Commandos greeted this with a wall of jeering sound that Lisa dismissed with a single impatient flick of the wrist. Happy to return the task of putting the dog-faced Wannadream in her place once and for all, Lisa administered several stomps to her opponent’s midsection before sprinting at the ropes on Becky’s right. No Irish Whip this, the Waking Nightmare leapt onto the second strand, dipped into a deep crouch and launched herself into the lights in a gorgeous back-flip that brought every perfect ounce of her THWHAMMING down atop Clayton’s butterfly-infested tummy! Bex’s legs shot up on impact so Lisa hooked the far and threaded her left leg over the near to keep the Destroyer glued to the canvas for…
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5l47EOna4v4
ONE…
TWO…
…the Camouflage Crusher kicked out at ‘TWO!’ with an enthusiasm that The Dream didn’t care for in the slightest.
“Still feeling strong, soldier? I can change that.” Curling her fingers in the challenger’s blonde locks, Lisa got to her feet and forced Bex to do the same just to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. “Now where was I? Oh yes, I remember!”
Lisa hunched over, hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Becky’s briefs and-- the Peacekeeper rose to her full height, forcing Dream to give up on her Symphony in favor of catching Clayton’s hips for a perfect Sunset Fl-- Becky grabbed the champ’s wrists and dipped her knees to remain anchored despite Lisa’s best efforts. Without so much as a word she reached down, palmed Dream’s head in both hands and muscled her from horizontal to vertical in a single strong-- “AARRRHH!”
Lisa jabbed a thumb into Clayton’s right eye, helped herself to the challenger’s wrist when went to protect her poked peeper. “Away with you, dogface!” Dream stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Becky-- Clayton hit the brakes, then sent Lisa to the ropes in her stead with an impressive one-handed Irish Whip.
In no mood to hit the ropes on anyone’s terms but hers, The Dream hopped onto the middle rope for the second time in as many minutes and soared back the way she’d came with another Dreamysa--THWHACK!
Becky stepped forward and drove a Big Boot through the brunette’s chest, Lisa landing on her head and shoulders in an awkward heap! Dropping to her knees beside the splattered perfectionist, Clayton rolled Lisa onto her back and stretched out across her chest for…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Lisa’s shoulder crept off the canvas a few inches. Hardly a show of defiance, but it’s enough to maintain her reign, if momentarily.
Kneeling next to the dilapidated Dream, Clayton pulled Lisa up to a seated position and slid behind her. Fashioning both hands into claws, Becky DUG both sets of digits DEEP into Lisa’s traps, sinking her signature E-Tool into the muscles then pinching nerve bundles beneath. The Dream grimaced in pain and when the One Woman Army leeeaned into the effort, she drew simpering mewls from the smaller woman.
E-TOOL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eojIhYv0uw
“You don’t like a nice massage?” Becky asked between huffs of effort. “Maybe I need to get further into the tissue.”
The BFG DROVE her talons in, drawing a yelp from The Dream, continuing to grind away seconds seeming like minutes for the champ.
Clayton finally relented, only to wrap her arms around the thin ivory rim of midriff between Lisa’s top and pants. The challenger rose, easily lifting Lisa up with her. Dream’s boot tips stretched for the canvas but come up short, Bex having transitioned the champ into a constricting Bear Hug. Lisa gasped in air as best she could between each tightening of the limbs.
Clayton roughly rattled the reeling Dream, Lisa’s body becoming limper by the moment until suddenly her muscles clenched. Dream’s dark eyes bugged wide and she started to spit saliva bubbles from the corners of her lips, the Scarlet Savior moving to the surface of her consciousness, as if called upon to save Lisa from her dire circumstances as she’d done several times before.
Red swung her elbows wildly within Clayton’s death grip and THUMPED one pointed joint into a temple then another and another, loosening Becky’s clasp before shaking free and turning. The wild eyes of Red were evident as she spun and lifted a shin to send it CRASHING into Becky’s undercarriage. But Clayton’s ready, catching the limb before it could turn the momentum again.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!”
Becky howled in agony, as while she’s successful below, Lisa jabbed a thumb in her eye. Half-blinded, Clayton had no effective defense when The Dream swung a knee into her ribs, bending GI Jackhammer over with a groan. The Dream pushed down on Becky’s lowered noggin so it’s low enough for her to mount. She did enthusiastically, tightening a Standing Headscissors around Clayton’s braincase.
“Now,” Red sputtered between spittle-launching giggles. “I’m the doctor. I give you the shock! NOT YOU TO ME!”
Lisa slipped her fingers under the spandex of Becky’s leg holes and JERKED up the whisper-thin space-age polymer, providing the One Woman Army with a battlefield-sized wedgie. Becky chirped as she rose to tiptoes, but just as quickly cinched her arms around the slender thighs of the leather-clad lunatic. Her power undeniable, Becky lifted Lisa off the deck and, near thong in place as she charged forward, STUFFED The Dream’s spine into the buckles behind her, Lisa’s grip falling away, the champions’ third attempt to play her Symphony again rejected.
Dream pounded weakly across Becky’s strapping back, but Clayton mostly ignored her foe, setting the partially crumpled Dream on a seat on the top buckle. Joining her with a stance on the middle ropes, Becky landed a trio of forearm shivers to calm the growing storm in Lisa’s eyes. Now glazed, even Red showed a deep dark daze as the powerhouse forced the Personification of Perfection to join her, pressed her palms into the World Champion’s upper and lower torso and pivoted to toss Dream halfway across the ring.
The ring rattled on Lisa’s landing and the demolished Dream skidded to a stop, arching in anguish as she reached lethargically for the base of her backbone. Clayton hopped down from her perch and showed a singular focus, grasping Lisa by her dark locks and yanking the dishragged Dream to her feet.
Grunting, Becky vaulted Lisa toward the rafters once more, again Military Pressing her into the lights above. The Ultimate Image raged into a frantic fury, the Red Devil fighting for an escape but learning even in her fevered state there’s no denying Becky’s strength. Instead Clayton commanded Lisa remain in the heights until called upon to drop across a shoulder and be POWERSLAMMED into the deck, Bex dispensing with the Scarlet Savior in the most emphatic way possible via her Black Ops.
BLACK OPS @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkIo1gYNDWA
After delivering a cataclysmic coupe de grace, Becky planted a palm on Lisa’s pert bosom, the other on her barely bare navel, Clayton nodding her head with the slaps of the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The crowd, chanting the digits in time, got caught moving to a reverberating THREE! before Castle’s hand hits home. He held it no more than an inch aloft as The Dream spasmed enough to roll a shoulder a few inches in the opposite direction. Nick leapt to his feet to make sure everyone in the stunned house knows it’s only TWO and maybe 15/16.
Lisa shook her head as she rolled to her side, snorting, sinking her own nails into her locks and tearing her cranium from side to side.
“No,” she offered in not much more than a whisper. “No sedation, doctor. You can’t take perfection away.”
On her haunches, dumbfounded next to what should have been an unconscious ex-champ, Becky looked on in amazement as Lisa rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours. Clayton staref out at the crowd as if asking for an idea on how to finally quell the crazy of Red Lisa.
“If Blassenville can put you in a rubber room,” Becky informed, “I can at least put you in a trainer’s room without the big belt.”
The sound of Celia’s name seemed to spark a deep-seated rage and a double-shot of adrenaline surged through the sinewy frame of the title holder. Lisa dove into the unsuspecting Clayton, knocking Becky onto her back, The Dream mounting her a makeshift Thesz Press of sorts, instantly pelting her with wild right-left combos. Clayton got her guard up to block most but sufficient fists snuck through and no matter the peerless powerful frame of the One Woman Army, with her head taking a pounding, the body was left sluggish by the time Red punched herself into exhaustion.
Red rose to a kneeling straddle of Becky’ glistening torso, grunting gibberish then slapping herself silly before bouncing her pert backside into Becky’s abs over and over, forcing the breath out of the challenger like a bellows.
“I knew you were one of those nurses,” the Scarlet Savior sputtered. “Well you’re going to fill a cell tonight. NOT ME!”
With Clayton too breathless to offer any sort of meaningful protest, the Vermillion Vixen buried both hands in the challenger’s hair and dragged the both of ‘em to verticality. A short Kneelift to the belly doubled Bex over, allowing Red to catch a Front Facelock, then she dipped her head and slung the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders. She hooked Clayton’s left leg immediately thereafter, the standing Cradle giving the maniacal brunette enough leverage to pop her larger adversary up, over and down, Becky THWHUMPING flat against the thinly-sheathed canvas. Locking her hands to ensure the Cradle remained as snug as possible, Red Lisa pushed onto tiptoe amidst a chorus of thousands bellowing…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqRcX6KbhIo
ONE…
TWO…
The Peacekeeper powered free just after ‘TWO!’, much to the disgust and disdain of the FAWN World Champion. “Stronger medication… is clearly required,” she growled even before she’d filled her hands with Clayton’s hair. “But Perfection is still the prescription… and it comes in MANY different doseNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Hauled to her knees by the slavering lunatic, Becky curled both hands into fists and unloaded a left-right-left combo on Red’s perfect midsection. The last shot caused Lisa to stagger backward, unfortunately she refused to give up her grip on the blonde’s hair, so Bex was pulled along for the ride and dropped awkwardly to all fours. Ignoring the sting in her scalp in favor of scrambling to one knee, Clayton caught hold of the Waking Nightmare at one hip and drew back her free hand for a skewering blast straight to--THWHONK!
Red Lisa put a violent stop to the Camouflage Uprising via a huge Kneelift that struck the bridge of her opponent’s nose! Wrenching Becky’s head back & forth even as the challenger’s arms dropped to her sides, Red shrieked, “YOU’RE. NOT. PERFECT!” Whether this was intended as assignation or assessment was up for debate, what was not was the energy she put into yanking the woozy Destroyer to her feet once again. The Front Facelock / Standing Cradle followed, but even in her crazed state The Dream was loath to repeat herself so rather than put the big blonde on her back with a Suplex, Red got her all the way to high noon, then dropped straight down to THAWHONK Becky’s head and shoulders into the canvas courtesy of the Second Verse in her Ode to Perfection.
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSJkuStjDbM
Granted a lovely view of the lights by the decidedly unlovely maneuver, Clayton uttered a short, sharp grunt when Red Lisa splashed down across her exposed midsection and trapped both legs in a tight bundle that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton kicked out and sat up in one powerful motion, a display of insolence that earned her a faceful of the Scarlet Savior’s pitiless claws! “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” she shrieked over Becky’s healthy wailing. “DON’T YOU KNOW THIS MUCH PERFECTION COULD DESTROY YOOOFFFHHH!”
Bex pivoted to one knee and stuffed an elbow into the brunette’s gut, forcing Red to bash another few Kneelifts into her temple to keep the other wrestler properly grounded. Hooking the Front Facelock while Clayton was still on one knee, Red Lisa got the near arm into proper position, then grabbed hold of Becky’s distended togs and used those to get her on her feet. Or perhaps ‘foot’ was more accurate, as the champ immediately cradled Clayton’s left leg and-- “HRRRRGGGGHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher pumped that knee up into The Dream’s chest to break her grip before it was properly established. Yoking up with her left arm to catch Red Lisa in a Front Facelock of her own, Becky helped herself to a generous hold of the champ’s leather pants and hoisted her from six to midnight with seemingly no effort at--THUNK! Red countered with a Kneelift of her own, driving the bony joint into the crown of Clayton’s skull from directly overhead. Bex let loose and took a giant step backward, leaving Lisa to land on one knee in an awkward crouch. Didn’t last long though, she popped up in an instant and lunged at the blonde with those perfect talons leading the way.
“AARRRRHHHH!” Becky cried out and ceded a few more steps, the BFG instinctually turning her back on The Dream to protect her face from further damage. This proved a rather questionable choice because Red Lisa pounced and caught her by the shoulders, not for a retaliatory E-Tool but to hold her in place long enough to leap onto her shoulders. The air rushed out of the FAWN Arena as the Maroon Menace locked her legs around the challenger’s neck and-- Clayton cinched her arms around the brunette’s thighs and clasped her hands to stop the Dream Driver dead in its tracks with Red Lisa draped down the challenger’s back like a hissing, spitting cape.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no’ as Red continued to thrash, Becky set her feet and pulled / hunched forward to bring Dream back to her original position. Red didn’t much care for this so she grabbed a huge handful of hair and balled the other into a fist which she promptly delivered unto the challenger’s pate over and over again! “Nodoctorsnodoctorsnodoctorsnodoctorsno--” Holding firm beneath the heavy shelling, Becky moved her hands to the champ’s perfect cheeks and pushed up and forward, Red pitching offa her Destroyer class mount while Becky caught her around the thighs and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM The Dream to the deck with a huge Electric Chair Powerbomb!
ELECTRIC CHAIR POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_YXXuXndb8
Red Lisa bounced on impact, the gobsmacked bendy-back catching enough residual air to end up on one knee. By all accounts she should’ve stayed there for the next hour, so you can imagine the surprise when she clambered to her feet and clambered toward the ropes with one arm outstretched before her and the other strapped tight to her jostled innards. As for Clayton, she made no effort to cope with the reality of what she was seeing, she simply accepted it at face value and set about shutting it down. On her feet a few steps behind The Dream, Bex whipped through a quick about-face and sprinted to the far side of the ring to build up a bunker-busting head of steam. As of yet aware of the trouble heading her way, Red hit the strands shoulder-first and pinballed back the way she’d came, her glassy gaze searching for the nurse that’d tried to-- Becky went low and pushed off her back foot, the Camouflage Crusher burying her right shoulder in the champ’s belly with a Spear that either turned Lisa inside out or folded her in half depending on your vantage point. Clayton didn’t register either of these options, she only knew she’d caught every bit of the Spear and so wasted no time rolling the brunette onto her back for an emphatic Crossbody.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Red Lisa inched a shoulder clear, tumbled onto her belly and began to rise while the penitent challenger looked on from her six in wide-eyed shock. “Nuuuuuhhhhh…..nuuuuuhhhh… no doctors.” Red rasped. “No doctors… no therapy… no escape… no escape from me. No escape from perf--”
“Hey, Lisa.”
The Waking Nightmare froze in place, her head cocked to one side like someone listening to very faint music.
“It’s time, Lisa. Time to take your medicine.”
“NO MEDICINNNNNGGGHHH!”
Red spun into a straight right hand from the challenger and would’ve collapsed to her knees if Clayton hadn’t wrapped that hand around her foe’s throat. Dipping down so she snugged under the champ’s right arm, Bex snatched hold of some leather waistband and took Red into the stratosphere, the monster’s legs kicking frantically up until the moment Clayton tossed her down and sat out, the challenger THAWHAMMING The Dream to the deck with a ring-rattling Sit-Out Choke Slam!
SIT-OUT CHOKE SLAM @ 1:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO8mC3eKwv0
Lisa bounced again, but there was no getting up this time, at least not until Becky cupped both ears and returned her to verticality for the sole purpose of scooping her onto her right shoulder. Doing everything in her power to tune out the mad cacophony of the FAWNatics, Bex clamped down on The Dream’s biceps and hoisted her into the face-first Crucifix. The challenger let her hang there for *just* a second, then gathered her reserves and tossed Red straight up. She seemed to hang in the firmament for much longer than anyone would’ve thought possible, Red Lisa’s warped world view leaking out to infect any that dared watch. Then Becky caught her head in a Three Quarters Facelock and time resumed its normal flow, the blonde throwing herself to the deck to DRIVE Red Lisa home as hard as she could.
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
No bouncing outta that crater, Becky shot a Half Nelson to roll The Dream over before she collected both legs in a Back Press that put Lisa’s knees within inches of her cheeks while Nick counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky rolled to her knees, pounded a fist against the mat, then reared back on her haunches and raked a hand through her hair, the veteran still trying to process things when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and the NEW FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Hand to her face so the world wouldn’t see her cry on camera, Becky forced herself to take several steadying breaths. She’d regained the tiniest measure of control when Nick Castle walked over and said, “Good win, Bex. Sorry, good work, champ.” Becky uttered something between a laugh and a sob, got to her feet and almost lost it again when the referee draped the leather and gold over her right shoulder. “May I raise your hand?”
She nodded because her voice was an almost imperceptible “Yes.”
Nick did and Clayton finally found her voice when crowd began to chant her name. “I did it. I GODDAMNED DIT IT!” Becky raised the belt one handed so she could slap the faceplate with the other. “I’m taking on all comers, understand? ALL. COMERS! You want your shot? All you gotta do is ask, but I’m telling every woman in that locker room that you better come to this ring ready for a WAR because that’s what I’m bringing. And that’s what it’ll take to get this title away from me.”
Finally breaking into a million watt smile after she strapped the big belt around her waist, Becky Clayton stomped over to whatever Lisa was left in that leather-clad ruin and planted a domineering foot atop her chest. A double bicep flex drove the point home better than words ever could. The Red Era was finished, its madness put firmly in check by a tenacious Peacemaker and her squad of Howling Commandos.
Bolstered by their combined might, Becky Clayton treated herself to a long victory circuit then slipped through the ropes and circled the ringside area to slap hands with the fans before heading up the aisle to do the whole thing over again.
Laid out, the former champion(s) Red and Classic, remained in a motionless spread eagle as Clayton turned on the upper stage and bid adieu to her commandos with a crisp salute before spinning again and marching backstage with her second and already longest World Title reign.
Nearly the instant The One Woman Army was back in her barracks, ‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts blasted from the speakers, lights flickering in a myriad of colors.
And just as quickly the Mistress of Madness was sprinting down the aisle. She slid into the ring as a softly stirring Dream burbled back to semi-consciousness.
MADDY MAYHEM:
Dressed in a black vinyl two piece with white boots/black pads, Mayhem had arrived for the previous title holder, Maddy hopping to her feet, her ubiquitous ‘Batsy’ slung over one shoulder.
Apparently not having forgotten or forgiven how Lisa had out-crazyed the flaxen-haired Mistress of Madness not long ago, Maddy waited impatiently for a loopy Dream to push to her feet and drunkenly turn toward Mayhem. Maddy wielded the crown of her bat THUMPING it DEEP into Lisa’s blasted abdomen.
The Dream doubled over, dark eyes wide. She gasped for breath as Maddy nestled close, underhooking both of the brunette’s arms and securing the dilapidated Dream. Grinning manically at the stunned crowd, Maddy SPIKED Lisa’s skull into the canvas with her signature Mayhem DDT
MAYHEM DDT:
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Demolished, Lisa momentarily bounced back to her haunches before flopping to her side and rolling to her back. Dream shudders before falling still while Mayhem scrambled to her feet and pointed at Lisa’s carcass.
“That’s shyt,” Mayhem shouted, pointing at the Ultimate Image. She turned a thumb inward and jerked it toward her chest. “THIS IS MAYHEM!”
Determined to show how much, Maddy pulled Lisa to her knees, letting the dazed Dream settle on her haunches swaying like a reed in the wind while Maddy raced to the ropes for a reckless rebound.
OH! MAYHEM!
OH! MAYHEM! @ 00:20
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Maddy’s Kinshasa RAMMED into Lisa’s chin nearly decapitating The Dream. Lisa whiplashed away from the impact ending in an unconscious starfish at the blonde’s feet.
Maddy stomped a boot on Lisa’s chest, receiving no reaction so far had Dream been sent into dreamland. Keeping her foot planted on Lisa, Maddy reached down and collects Batsy, holding her partner atop her shoulders, looping both arms around to secure her inanimate love in place.
“Anyone want to get crazy?” Mayhem screamed. “You know where to find me!”