Post by hawkeye on Nov 9, 2020 2:39:39 GMT
The mood in the Madhouse Basement went from spirited to darkly intrigued when a pair of FAWN techs strode peeled back a stretch of blue mat on the far side of the ring (opposite the entry ramp) to reveal what looked like the doors to an ancient storm cellar, though it was set flush like a trapdoor. Regarding this new weirdness with obvious consternation, the techs took a deep breath, then grabbed a door and walked in opposite directions to throw them wide and reveal a veritable witch’s cauldron of burbling red slime.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the collective surprise of those assembled, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the first ever Gateway to Hell match! There are no pin-falls, no submissions, no knockouts and no disqualifications, the only way for a competitor to win is to throw her opponent into the Pit! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut. She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Conditioned for Lorde’s ‘Glory & Gore’, the chattel murmured in confusion when the speakers offered an ominous synth beat quite suitable for a Halloween rave thrown in an old slaughterhouse. With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the basement until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the returning former champion but her new friend (and walking snack bar) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a previous feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out and when they came back Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for a the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For her glorious(ly violent) return to the house she’d helped build, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red while an understandably concerned Al Carpenter moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the zebra no attention whatsoever, Adelaide locked eyes with the nearest camera and mouthed, “Come to me, my perfect feast. Tonight we dine in Hell.”
The Daughter of Darkness waited within the rope-enclosed way station, Adelaide ready to send The Dream, whatever hue, to her final resting place. Brewster took a yearning gaze at the bubbling red goo bordering one side of the ring, gas emerging from the primordial slime just as Lisa would be sent in the other direction.
A wicked smile creased Adelaide’s pursed lips and it didn’t shift even when Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension coursed through the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding the disturbing Dream, one scarlet as the blood flowing within them was about to befall both the AHE crowd and the Weeping Angel.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream cast her long, arterial ruby shadow across FAWN’s most eerie event.
LISA DREAM:
There was no attempt to hide The Dream’s feral alter ego on this night, Red Lisa having entered the fevered state of The Dream World and finding the Ultimate Image lacking to do the job. Only Red could send a sensual specter such as Adelaide through Hell’s mouth. Lisa moved down the aisle at a leisurely pace, eyes trained on Brewster as if the Daughter of Darkness was nothing more than her next meal.
While the flawless face and sinewy frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Personification of Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks are stirring and frightening in the perfection of their imperfection.
The FAWNatics seemed unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of Lisa’s madness. Wariness abounded as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa headed down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, untamed, tying to disembowel him until some late arriving FAWN security pulled her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and enters. She threw herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling gibberish.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached to black boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She moved to the edge closest the Pit then leaned over the ropes, staring into the vile, burbling scarlet sludge that would ease one of the combatants through to their eternal home.
Red turned her attention to Adelaide, snickering at the woman about to have her mortal life ended, a new one to begin on the other side.
“Tonight, you become the Fallen Angel. Wings clipped and carcass pulled into your excruciating abode. And as you sink beneath the revolting muck, look into my eyes and know it was a Dream sealing your fate.”
Red moved to the corner opposite from her foe, hissing saliva bubbles from her lips, sounding not too distant from the gaseous goo covering the gateway.
Adelaide laid claim to the center of the ring mere heartbeats after the bell sounded, the original Queen of the Madhouse and former FAWN World Champion literally licking her chops at the chance to take a bite of the ‘perfect’ Halloween morsel.
As for Lisa, she remained with her back to the buckles, though her eyes never left the toothy Wannadream. Breathing deep as she contemplated what needed to be done, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection steeled her nerves and murmured, “All right Brewster, you want your shot at Red?” Dream closed her eyes, raised those two dripping fingers to her forehead and very deliberately traced a pair of crimson lines from her brow to just below those perfect cheekbones.
Exhaling, Red Lisa opened her eyes and hissed, “Come and get it.”
Brewster spread her arms wide, beckoning the Fervid Fuchsia Fever Dream to join her, an effort that proved patently unnecessary because Red Lisa didn’t so much charge from her corner as she did bound from it, the Dream’s sanguine alter-ego going low to gouge a shoulder into Adelaide’s belly while simultaneously hooking her around the thighs to drive the returning brunette into the canvas!
Landing on her knees between the Weeping Angel’s splayed stems, Red Lisa hunched forward to hook one clawed hand (her right) onto Adelaide’s left shoulder to better keep her immobilized while she balled the other hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED away at her rival’s navel! Adelaide sneered but made no effort to thwart the punches, instead she flicked out one hand and CRACKED Red Lisa across the face while simultaneously bringing her legs up around the other brunette’s waist with an audible ‘smeck’.
“Don’t look so surprised.” Brewster said of the grimace that played across Red’s frenzied features in time with her first powerful squeeze. “This would’ve happened months ago if the idiots on this roster weren’t so terrified of your snarling and slobberRRRGGGHHH!”
The Vermillion Vixen stopped punching and started clawing, her five-tined spade dragging deep furrows in the landscape of Adelaide’s abdomen before she settled into an equally spirited ‘chewing’. “They were right… to be afraid.” Red let loose of Brewster’s shoulder to rake another callous claw down the side of her face. Teeth bared in a smile when Adelaide’s showed in a grimace, Red Lisa added, “I’ll use the red in you to make them afraid agAARRRGH!”
The Sanguinaire caught hold of her foe’s clawin’ wrist in both hands and prized it away from her cheek so she could force the whole limb back behind her head in the upside down Hammerlock that was always harbinger of the Heart--“NNNNHHHH-- is that how we’re playing?”
Adelaide kept her voice level despite the gnashing pain of Red Lisa’s other hand on her bounty. Red didn’t deign to answer, so Brewster halved the Hammerlock, curled her left into a fist and THWHAPPED the Heart Punch home above the slim curve of Red Lisa’s left breast. The grip on her own goods dropped away as the Red Devil’s black heart skipped a few beats so Adelaide gave the breathless brunette a taste of her cattier side by adding a double Breast Claw to those snug Bodyscissors!
Lisa tossed her head back and snarled, then slipped her hands between Brewster’s forearms and pulled them apart to relieve herself of those nasty claws. In the same instant she flattened her hands into paddles and SMACKED them against Adelaide’s ears in an appropriately gothic Bell Ringer. Brewster hissed and reached for Dream’s forearms not a second too soon because the former World Champion had her head in both hands all the better to dig at her eyes with both thumbs!
Relaxed rules or not, it didn’t take Al Carpenter long to bark, “Keep off her eyes, Lisa! Don’t make me--”
Red looked up and offered him a maddened, pink smile. “What?” she cooed. “Join us? You’re more than welcome, Mr. DocHRRRRK!”
Adelaide did some finger work of her own in the form of a single open-handed jab to the hollow of the other brunette’s throat. Red Lisa forgot all about Brewster’s eyes in favor of correcting this new oxygen deprivation and Brewster allowed her to do so since it meant the Waking Nightmare was too preoccupied to defend herself when Adelaide buried a hand in her hair and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of Forearm Smashes into her mouth.
The blows seemed to steady Red’s fractured thinking, which was to say she was glaring down at the Daughter of Darkness when Brewster squeezed the Scissors even tighter and twisted her hips to reverse their positions in the mount. Catching Red’s wrists in her hands the instant she’d secured the top, Adelaide also relinquished the Scissors in favor of snaking her heels in behind Dre--“RRRGGGHHHH!” Red Lisa snarled in pain when Brewster wrenched her sinewy stems apart via a stern Double Leg Grapevine.
“Oh no! You’re not thinking about submitting, are you sweet Lisa?” Adelaide raised her hips and brought them down for a short tummy on tummy collision that landed with the CRAAACK of a Macy Renquist forehand. “I’d hate to think of you so anemic and cowed when it’s time to throw you in that miserable, bubbling--”
The Diabolical Dream’s head came up fast, her mouth stretched wide to bite down on Brewster’s neck. Any other woman would’ve suffered those terrible teeth, but Adelaide drew back with half a heartbeat to spare and immediately made Red Lisa pay with a stiff Headbutt to the bridge of the nose! Dream crumpled to the mat with a groan that got much louder when the domineering brunette stretched her legs that much wider.
“Such a gift you’ve been given.” Adelaide’s tone was simultaneously sympathetic and disgusted as she looked over the watery-eyed Dream. “The Red gave you things you never could have achieved otherwise. It let you defeat women you had no business defeating. Yet what did you do with this gift? You denied it at every turn. You took credit AGAIN AND AGAIN when it obvious to even the most foolish that you were saved by something much greater than yourseHRGH!”
Red wrested a hand free and wrapped it around Brewster’s throat tight enough to make her eyes go wide. “I won those matches.” the red-clad wrestler hissed. “Perfection is the mask! I’m what’s underneath! I’m what’s REALRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide pulled the hand away from her neck with a grimace and slammed it back to the mat, meaning neither Lisa could stop the Weeping Angel when she leaned in close and chomped down on the side of her prey’s neck. Red Lisa hissed and squalled, the bendy-back twisting like a live wire even as Brewster continued to drink her fill. Pulling away after several more seconds, Adelaide licked her lips before touching them to Lisa’s ear. “I know, I know. Don’t think of this as a battle, sweetness. Think of as moving to a more appreciative hoNNRRGGGHH!”
The Shattered Reflection of Perfection slipped a leg free of the Grapevine and promptly shunted a knee between Adelaide’s thighs! Brewster groaned and would’ve collapsed atop her fellow former World Champ if Red Lisa hadn’t twisted to one side to roll Adelaide onto her back.
Free of that oppressive, decidedly imperfect weight, Red sat up and raked both hands through her hair. “Don’t wanna move. Moving sucks, Ms. Doctor. I’m gonna stay RIGHT HERE so I can rip you apart!” With that Red climbed aboard the other brunette’s waist and went back to work with her claws or more precisely, her thumbs, which she slipped into the corners of Brewster’s mouth. “YOU’VE SEEN WHAT’S UNDER MY MASK!” Red shrieked as she tried to peel Adelaide’s face backward over her skull. “NOW SHOW ME WHAT’S UNDER YOURS!”
Coercing Brewster’s disturbing grin, Lisa forced Adelaide to flash her renowned choppers, a frothy Red snorting with satisfaction. Spittle collected in the corners of Lisa’s lips while attempting to pull the Wannadream’s mouth to her ear lobes, the 2019 FAWN Wrestler of the Year staking a claim toward a 2020 comeback.
“Smile for me, Doc,” Red hissed. “You and Mist have no idea with what you’re dealing. When my better half flowers fully, no one will be safe and you’ll be the first example she makes.”
Dream let her thumbs slide loose, unfastening the hooks. She raised a right elbow and sent the point PIERCING directly between the eyes of the Daughter of Darkness. Adelaide’s head snapped back from the impact. Her noggin wobbled on a loosened neck until a risen Red snatched a handful of dark locks and yanked Brewster to hands and knees, Adelaide unwilling to give up a handful of her mane.
Lisa walked her bytch to the edge of the ring, forcing her to look over the side adjacent the gateway to Hell, steam belching from the pool of red slime every few seconds, the gurgle of the bubbling goo eerie to the assembled but seeming a second home to the Scarlet Savage.
Red draped Adelaide’s throat over the middle rope and pressed her knee tight to the back of Brewster’s neck, forcing downward, collapsing the windpipe of the first and some believe greatest Queen of the Madhouse.
Gagging and gasping, Adelaide’s eyes widened as she’s compelled to breathe in the sulfurous discharge emanating from the ruby-colored mucus whose depth cannot be judged, neither wanting to find out what might be on the other side of the viscous portal.
“This time, you won’t be coming back,” Red growled, lifting her leg when Brewster’s face became the same hue as her wardrobe.
“But I don’t throw away my gifts without playing with them first,” Lisa informed.
She tugged a wobbling Brewster to her feet and shoved her toward the center of the ring. Adelaide caught her balance and turned to face her foe, only to be gutted with a Toe Kick to the tummy. With an already breathless Adelaide doubled, Red’s flawless features twitched in excitement. She jammed an uppercut thumb thrust into Brewster’s gullet. A deep guttural gurgle escaped the succubus and it seemed a cue for Lisa to gather enough of her Ultimate Imagery to find the perfect attack.
She rebounded off the ropes nearest the demonic pit and sped back to her bent foe, swinging her right arm up, over and down in a great arc until the limb CRASHED into the back of Adelaide’s neck, Lisa’s Dreamsicle conjured from the few remnants of the timeless traditional Dream that remains.
The clubbing blow sent Adelaide THUMPING face and chest first into the deck, barely aware of her surroundings. Speaking of which, it wasn’t clear if Lisa had a much better grip on reality, pulling at her dark brown, shoulder-length mane and the streaks of crimson mixed within.
“We know The Dream lasts forever,” Red sputtered between disturbing pants. “But do you last?”
Red grabbed the Daughter of Darkness by the scruff of the neck and a wrist and hauled Adelaide to her feet. The Waking Nightmare bum-rushed Brewster toward her ultimate demise, heaving her over the top, screaming with passionate delight as she launches.
And for a split-second, the FAWNatics considered a world without the Sanguinaire, but Adelaide’s left hand snatched the top rope on the way over and she somehow hung on, leaning far over the ruddy, glopping goo.
Lisa sent a right toward the former Madhouse royalty in the form of a forearm shiver that would surely loosen Adelaide from the rubber-coated steel and send her into the lava-like slime, swallowed to the seventh level of Hell.
But it is not Midnight, Eternal or otherwise for Adelaide. She ducked the blow and heaved her upper half through the strands, impaling a shoulder into Dream’s abdomen. The Vermillion Vixen backpedaled away from the cables, hugging her tummy, eyes wide as she tried to find some oxygen for her lungs.
The inscrutable Brewster stared longingly into the gooey entranceway to the unknown and shouted into its bubbling mass.
“She’ll be coming soon! Very soon!”
Adelaide pulled herself away from the brink and slipped through the ropes, racing to a spinning Dream. She CRACKED Lisa with a running, leaping knee that THUNKED into the dipped forehead of the gasping Dream. The force sent Lisa, red or any other color, half-backflipping to SPLAT on her chest, barely conscious, her perfect body set to twitching.
A chilling smirk graced Adelaide’s lips, a pair of ivory canines poking over ruby lips. Moving to Red’s boots, Brewster grasped Lisa’s left with both hands, lifting the leg and surrounding it in a triangle grip. She violently twisted the joint, drawing a howl of anguish from Red, Lisa reflexively yanking at her own locks and pulling a few strands free.
The Weeping Angel had Lisa fully woken and teary-eyed in seconds. But she’s not done. Rising to full vertical, her ferocious Ankle Lock still tight, Adelaide began spinning in place, lifting Lisa off the canvas, the centrifugal force turning red into a screeching propeller of sorts, Brewster creating her own ankle-breaking version of an Airplane Spin.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TF9Y0lJovEc
She took the howling Broken Reflection of Perfection through three full revolutions before letting her loose, Red sailing toward the slimy side of town.
Lisa hit canvas and skidded to just short of the ropes.
Apparently deciding it’s time to give the devil his due and his Dream, Adelaide sprinted at the splayed Lisa and Baseball Slid into a thrusting two-booted stomp sending Red rolling under and into the ‘lava’ below.
Wait…only almost…Lisa inches from her trip to the Underworld.
But the barrel roll was stopped as she hooked an elbow around the bottom rope, hanging precariously over the side of the apron, lower half dangling, fighting for her impeccable existence.
The Weeping Angel rose to her feet, expecting to see Red departing this earth as she sank into the viscous scarlet goo, but instead she observed a frothing Lisa, traveling further to the crimson end of her spectrum. The rabid Lisa pulled herself back in under the lowest cable, huffing in deep breaths.
Celia Blassenville’s former student plucked her former patient off the canvas and bullied her into a corner, NAILING her with a set of forearms to leave Lisa slumped. The Daughter of Darkness turned and trotted to the opposite buckles then U-turned and hustled toward her target.
From a few feet out, she vaulted toward the cracked Ultimate Image, her boot soles landing on the planks of Lisa’s upper legs. Her left arm wrapped around the back of The Dream’s neck and Adelaide threw her mass in reverse, Monkey Flipping but holding on through the spin cycle and SPIKING Red’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Wolfsbane DDT.
The ludicrous monkey flip DDT sent Lisa tumbling to a spreadeagle, lifeless and ready for the grave or, in this case, sinking through the primordial mire into the depths of Hell.
A bit flustered from her own wild ride, Brewster pushed to her feet and lost her balance, catching herself on the ropes and leaning hard as she drew in deep breaths, a slight grin finally emerging.
She strode to Lisa and dropped to a seat, pulling Lisa’s carcass into her lap and slapping on a loose Rear Naked Choke. She rattled the hold instead of cinching, wanting to wake Red so she realized her fate, one far worse than Celia committing her to the rubber room.
Adelaide took a nibble on the alabaster neck, the temptation of ivory perfection too overwhelming to refuse.
“Wake up, my sweet imperfect, irrational Dream. And realize your gruesome end.”
Red muttered something that grew into a full blown shriek when Brewster bared her neck with a massive yank of hair and lowered her gaping grin to the delicate throat of FAWN’s only Perfect Halloween Treat.
The Scarlet Savage (or perhaps a fragment of her more cogent half) extended a piteous hand to Al Carpenter, imploring the official to do something about the nefarious gnawing upon her neck. It was a remarkably logical decision for Red Lisa, unfortunately it amounted to nothing more than a sheepish shrug from Al. After all, any match featuring a Gateway to Hell wouldn’t concern itself with the likes of Disqualifications or Count Outs.
Feeling and sensing her opponent’s quickened pulse in equal measure, Adelaide smiled around the chewing and made a small show of brushing Lisa’s battle-damp hair away from her throat to ensure the chattle had an unobstructed view of the toothy trauma. “Go ahead and scream for mercy if you’d like.” the Weeping Angel cooed to her prey during a brief biting break. “A pounding pulse improves the flavor, but try not to panic. Too much adrenaline makes for an unpleasant tastEERRRGGGHHHH!”
The Devilish Dream was in no position to bite back, so she did the next best thing by trying to peel Brewster’s scalp clean off her skull! “Yuuuhhh… you don’t scare me.” Red growled with nary a quiver in her voice. “I’m the perfect monster under the bed. I’m the thing that EATS the things that go bump in the AAARRRHHHH!”
Adelaide sacrificed several strands to feast at the other brunette’s throat, Red Lisa’s eyes almost rolling to whites as the Nosferhotu went about slaking a yearlong thirst. But the Vermillion Vixen was no one’s meal and she fought like a madwoman to make it back to a seat and ultimately to one knee. Adelaide proved equally tenacious however, the brunette sticking tenaciously to her moveable feast even as the Dream clawed her way to full vertic--“NNNNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Red stumbled hard, her knees almost buckling when Brewster hopped up and threaded her legs around the former World Champion’s waist. “Why fight it?” Adelaide’s words were poisoned honey in Lisa’s ear. “You know you belong with me. Dream’s denied your existence from the beginning. Claimed your power as her own.” she bit Red Lisa beneath the ear, making the Shattered Reflection grimace and groan. “Come with me and I promise you everyone will fear the RedDHEY EEERRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Red Lisa couldn’t break free of her rival’s grasp so she wrapped her arms around Adelaide’s crushing thighs and ’hupped’ her up a little higher. In the same instant she broke into a shambling run aimed at the far corner. Brewster kept on chewing and squeezing up until the moment Dream spun ’round in a half circle and BWUUUNGED her spine-first against the top and middle turnbuckle. The Scissors popped open, but Adelaide had tightened her Sleeper grip at the last second and so she remained tethered to Ultimate Image of Sinister Psychoses. Breathing easier despite the sinewy arm around her throat, Red stamped her way out of the corner and--
Brewster twisted around so The Dream was facing the corner and her own back was to the rest of the ring. Gripping her left bicep in her right hand while her left hand cupped the back of Red’s skull, Adelaide could’ve tried to send the Waking Nightmare to Dreamland, instead she dropped her hips and popped off a murderous bridge that straight dropped the former World Champion on the back of her head and shoulders! Red Lisa flopped through onto her stomach and reared back onto her haunches before slopping down again in something akin to an extremely sloppy push-up.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
A short distance away, Adelaide craned her head back and ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure the Basement Dwellers knew there were several more perfect courses on the menu. Eager to get to them now that her palette was cleansed, the Daughter of Darkness got to her feet, strolled over to Red and helped herself to a great deal of the other monster’s dark hair. “If you won’t be my partner, you’ll be my pet.” Adelaide explained once she’d pulled her adversary to all fours. “And any pet of mine will require proper training.”
To that end she walked / led the glassy-eyed perfectionist toward the edge of the ring that faced the foot of the ramp. Leading her beleaguered opponent under the middle rope, Brewster straddled Dream’s back and promptly dropped the full weight of her rump into the other brunette’s lower back. Red cried out, tried to squirm free and voiced something unprintable when Adelaide gripped her biceps and threaded them over the second strand. “Don’t worry, I won’t break your neck.” the Weeping Angel murmured in the midst of cupping both hands under The Dream’s chin for a rope-assisted Camel Clutch. “ I will however leave some scars on that perfect face.”
Grinning up at the sadistic moon of her tormentor’s features, Red Lisa tittered, “You don’t have the guts. Couldn’t even pluck the eye from a mangy RavAAARRRHH!”
Mention of the Fair & Radiant Maiden was never good for Brewster’s disposition, but AHE was the absolute worst time to bring her up in the Sanguinaire’s presence. Red learned this the hard way when Adelaide halved her Chinlock so she could dig and scrape a two-fingered hook into the other wrestler’s left eye!
Faustian fracas or not, Al Carpenter had a thing about eyeballs and teeth so the Scarlet Savage only suffered for a few seconds before he hurried over and said, “Off her eyes, now Adelaide!” He’d expected an argument at least and a bloodletting at worst, so of course Brewster gave up her mount without another word. Any relief he might’ve felt at this development fell by the wayside when Adelaide turned her attention in his direction.
“And just WHAT will you do if I choose not to obey your mewling orders, Algernon?” she walked him down, forcing the ref to backpedal across the ring. “Will you call to Castle for support? Perhaps some of the EMT’s? Or perhaps that delicious little blonde paramour of yours, hhhmmmmhh? Where has she been hiding as of late?”
Meanwhile, Red Lisa was dealing with another intruder in her personal space. Catching a handful of hair that would’ve made any catfighter proud, Sierra wrenched Red’s head back and damn near slapped her hand numb, the former friend, manager and mental patient unloading untold amounts of frustration on those perfect features with a furious fusillade of CRAAACKING slaps!
“I WAS THERE FOR YOU!” Mist shrieked at the trapped terror. “WHEN NO ONE ELSE CARED, I WAS THERE AND YOU STILL TREATED ME LIKE TRASH!”
Shoulders heaving now, Sierra stepped in close to distend Lisa’s immaculate mug with a garish fish-face. “I hope she eats you alive.” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Not that nasty, mindless animal people call Red Lisa. I came here tonight to see Lisa Dream go to hellHUUURRRK!”
The Waking Nightmare slipped an arm loose of the rubber-coated steel and immediately wrapped that hand around Sierra’s throat. Smiling wide even as she bore down, Red giggled, “Yuuuhh… you first, DocNNNGGGHH!”
Sensing her acolyte’s trouble, Adelaide brought her zebra interrogation to an abrupt end and rushed across the ring to drive a knee into the small of the other brunette’s back. “Careful of this one, Sierra.” Brewster pulled Dream out the ropes by her hair, then shifted over to a Waistlock to get haul her back to boot-leather. “She bites.”
“No, you bite.” Mist corrected. “She sucks.”
Adelaide snorted, or at least started to. The expression hadn’t yet solidified when Red Lisa snapped a Headbutt backward into her chin and immediately followed with a Mule Kick that THWHUMPED between the other woman’s thighs! Adelaide’s grip fell apart as she babystepped away from the Vermillion Vixen while Red lurched into the ropes to catch her breath and reach a threatening hand to the suddenly wary Sierra Mist.
Mist backed out of range of Red’s swipe, eyes filled with fear, Lisa frothing as she fingered the bite marks on her neck with her opposite hand.
“When I send the whore to hell, do you think I’ll treat her servant better?” the Crimson Catastrophe snarled. “You’ll spend your eternity with her, Ms. Doctor.”
A groan from over her shoulder drew the leather-clad lunatic’s attention back to her adversary. Adelaide remained knock-kneed, a hand buried between her thighs, waddling as best she’s able to make as much distance between herself and the gateway as possible.
Knowing her foe’s mobility was next to non-existent, the rabid Red charged across the canvas like a dog off a leash and leapt into the semi-frozen brunette, knocking her to the canvas with a Thesz Press. But instead of firing away with fists after landing in a kneeling straddle of Brewster’s chest, she dug her curled claws into Adelaide’s bosom, tearing into the flesh, dark eyes wildly darting in every direction, nostrils flaring.
“I’ll make sure your last memory of this earth is of my p…per…perfection.”
A wincing, flailing Adelaide landed a forearm to Lisa’s chin and it’s enough to break what passed for Red’s concentration. She released her talons from the Weeping Angel’s teats and sank them into her foe’s scalp. Lisa lifted the wide-eyed features of her foe and pounds the back of Adelaide’s skull into the canvas-covered plywood a half dozen times.
With the Daughter of Darkness in a daze, eyes glassy, Lisa ceased for a moment to gaze manically at the woman who treated her nape like an appetizer.
“You can’t absorb perfection from me through sweat, tears or blood and by attempting to defile my p…perfection, there’s only one place for you to end.”
Red latched onto each ear and pulled Adelaide up with her. Keeping Brewster bent at the waist with her handles, Lisa SMASHED a raised knee into the forehead of the former Church member then stuffed her rival’s head between her slender, leather-encased thighs. Red clamped down in a Standing Headscissors, the AHE crowd seemingly joyous at the thought of a Bittersweet Symphony before the Sanguinaire was sent into perdition’s slime.
But Lisa Legend was nowhere to be found. It’s the Scarlet Savage at this wheel, this shown clearly when, instead of paddling Adelaide’s backside, using Brewster’s buttocks as a pair of butt bongos, the Waking Nightmare reached down her fellow brunette’s back and sank a claw into Adelaide’s crotch via the back door.
Brewster howled in pain and reflexively tried to straighten, but the Scissors remained tight and grounded. Adelaide got Red to tiptoes, but a squeeze from the cowskin-covered thighs sent a shudder through Adelaide’s lower limbs and Lisa returned her boot soles to the canvas. She delved and twisted the digits of her right hand, the Crotch Claw eliciting wails from the Dream diner.
“You chew your way…” Red shouted to the back row, not bothering to finish the sentiment, everyone understanding as her palm flexes, her tines digging in deeper, close to punching holes in the velvet covering Adelaide’s womanhood.
Frothing, snorting and mumbling incoherently, the claw not only seemed to reduce Adelaide to jelly but Red to an animalistic state. The frenetic Red lost her balance of her own accord, falling to her taut cheeks and, in so doing, SPIKING the Weeping Angel’s skull into the deck like a railroad spike. Brewster’s noggin popped out from between Lisa’s leather-clad legs and she flopped to a sweat-soaked jumble, no longer looking a predator.
A seated Red gave herself a series of slaps, reddening her own cheeks to match the rest of her attire and the gurgling goo whose sound and aroma can’t be far from either woman’s senses. But did Adelaide have any senses remaining? After flagellating her flawless features, Red seemed eager to find out, rising to her feet and taking a long, loving look at the scarlet slime that would send the Daughter of Darkness to find her horn-headed stepfather.
“P…per…perfection has its own p…place. It needs neither heaven nor hell,” Lisa screeched.
Red ripped a struggling Brewster to her feet and surrounded her taut midriff from behind, cinching in tight. She nibbled at Adelaide’s ear, a shiver moving through the former Churchgoer’s spine, the feeling transferring to Red and giving the Vermillion Vixen an evil grin.
Lisa grunted deeply, raising Adelaide high in front of her, the brunette’s legs shooting forward at her high point, before swinging back in as Red sent her descending back to posted knee. The Atomic Drop split the Weeping Angel’s wickets and shot Adelaide hopping into the sky, hands burying in her battered crotch before she even landed. Brewster’s legs gave way, such was the anguish between them, Adelaide ending in a puddle.
A still genuflecting Red stared manically at the FAWNatics, motioning to the muted monster in front of her then to the slimy portal, rosy sludge undulating and spurting steam from several tiny, bubbling geysers.
“F*ck you to Hell!” Lisa shouted.
They aren’t the most poetic words to come from Lisa’s lips, but they would not be misunderstood.
Lisa dipped both sets of fingers into Adelaide’s long, dark locks, pulling the Daughter of Darkness to her haunches, one hand still working at her humming crotch. Red halved her grip on the follicles and fish-faced Brewster, thumb and forefinger closing around the former Churchgoer’s cheeks.
“Make some room for Mist when you get down there. She’ll be right on your ass.”
Red dragged a wobbly, saddle-sore Adelaide to vertical, turning her foe’s back to the hellhole. She RAKED a set of nails across Brewster’s eyes, the Weeping Angel living up to her name. Half-blinded, she put up a spotty defense as Red kept her violence on the simple side, ramming forearms into her foe’s chin, backing Brewster toward the ropes that hung over the edge of the viscous swamp of red slime.
Each connection moved Adelaide closer until finally her back was literally against the ropes. Lisa Legend might have been more cautious, not wanting to take any chances as she methodically and carefully sent the imperfect harlot on her way. Red had no such compunction of throwing her crazy to the wind to see where it landed. She raced to the opposite cables and rebounded, right arm drawn wide for a scythe-like Clothesline, acting as Grim Reaper to the woman who dared tempt fate with the psychotic edge of perfection.
There wasn’t time enough to get off the tracks ahead of this lunatic locomotive, so Brewster sprang up, drew her knees to her chest and skewered Red’s sternum with a Mule Kick that sent the Maroon Maniac flying through the air to land flat on her back with a resounding THWHUMP! As for Adelaide, her situation had grown considerably worse as the force of her strike launched her backward over the ropes to land in a precarious position on the apron not even six feet above the gulping, gibbering glop.
Already tense, the Basement Dwellers collective breath caught in their throats when Red Lisa scrambled to her feet and rushed across the ring with a wild Haymaker looping at the other brunette’s chiNO! Brewster blocked it with her forearms, caught Dream’s wrist in both hands and wrenched it back behind her head!
“Can’t stop my heart, bytch!” Red hissed as she buried her free hand in Adelaide’s matted locks. “It hasn’t beat in yearsAAARRRHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel lunged in and chomped down on Red’s neck one more time, much to the delight of Sierra Mist! “YES! YES, ADELAIDE! DRINK HER UP! MAKE HER SCREAM!”
The Devilish Dream did indeed scream up until the moment a desperation Bell Ringer allowed her to stumble away from the bloodthirsty brunette. “Suuuuhhhh… so you’re perfect?” Adelaide huffed to the rabid, reeling former World Champion. “Then tell me, why do you taste like a f*cking los--”
Red shrieked and leapt, Brewster darted forward and ‘PFWOOOOOOSHED!’ an arterial plume into her opponent’s frenzied features!
Everything forgotten as she tried to scrape and claw the Red Mist from her eyes, Dream didn’t register the buzz from the crowd when Adelaide raced down the apron to the corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle. Her ascent was greeted with several cheers though Adelaide paid them no mind, her attention was focused solely on Red Lisa as she clawed and swiped at her dripping fa-- Dream swung in Brewster’s direction without realizing it and paid a steep price when she sprang out into the void and to land with her shins astride the blinded brunette’s shoulders. Red landed in a heap with Adelaide riding her all the way down, the Waking Nightmare THWHAMMED hard on the back of her head and shoulders via her opponent’s Diving Meteora.
DIVING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=793visWovDM
Dream’s leather-sheathed legs shot up on impact and Brewster hooked one, not for a pin but to keep the limb neutralized while she ‘smecked’ a vengeful claw between those perfect thighs! “MMMMMRRRPPPPPHHHHH!” Red Lisa screamed and writhed, the latter not as loud as expected due to a lack of air and the encroaching grind of Adelaide’s own undercarriage.
“Yes, that’s right. Scream all you’d like. Scream ‘til the air runs out and the lights go dim.” Brewster spread her knees a little wider and bore down, forcing more and more weight against Red Lisa’s mouth and nose. “Scream until you realize the awful truth. You were never the perfect monster. You’re just the perfect meal!” Adelaide redoubled her white-knuckled efforts against Lisa’s leather as evidenced by the increased pitch of those muffled wails and the spasmodic jittering of her free leg. Neither lasted for very long however. In less than fifteen seconds Dream’s flailing had faded to almost nothing and her moans were little more than subdued squeaks despite Adelaide’s pitiless grip.
After a bit of gratuitous grinding yielded no fresh amusements from her greasy-faced seat, Adelaide relinquished the claw in favor of a Wristlock she used to haul Red Lisa to boot-leather. Back to the bubbling, bilious brew, the Daughter of Darkness doubled down on the Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to sling Red at the ropes with an Irish NO!
Adelaide planted her heels and reeled the debilitated Dream back the way she’d came, then hooked her right arm across Red’s chest and hoisted her skyward just to sit out and THAWHAM her to the deck with a huge Uranage! The Scarlet Savage bounced to a seat and presumably would’ve slopped to one side or another if Brewster hadn’t snaked her free arm around the back of her head and locked her hands tight against the nape of Dream’s neck.
Near Dark, Adelaide Brewster to Red Lisa.
SIT-OUT URANAGE & NEAR DARK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsUNhm11wIE
“GUUUURRRGGHHHH HRRRRRRRRK!” Dream thrashed wildly, beat her heels against the mat and slashed her nails down Adelaide’s biceps all in a frantic effort to break free of the Mesonoxian Mauler’s gorgeous garrote. But Adelaide denied her at every turn by sitting up and drawing the trap tighter by the second. Throttled by the dual dangers of Brewster’s grip and her own trapped right arm, Lisa gurgling soon gave way to wheezing and the fingers that’d so recently raked Adelaide’s arm did no more than push and prod.
“Guuuuuhhhh…. glluuuuuhhhh… luuhhhh…leggo…” Red rasped. “You can’t put me back therrrrrrgggghhhh!”
Adelaide gave her another rag-doll shake and leaned in close, her lips teasing the other wrestler’s ear. “A padded room is too good for you, sweet Dream. So is Hell, for that matter. But regardless of what waits for you at the bottom of nasty pit… I’m gonna love sending you there!” Brewster kissed her prey’s temple, then pivoted to one knee and bore down on the Arm Triangle with everything she had left.
Red Lisa shivered from one end to the other, but she no longer possessed the strength (maniacal or otherwise) to do more than wriggle and sputter in her opponent’s grip. Nodding to a beaming Sierra, Adelaide brought the both of ‘em to their feet with the choke still in place, then relinquished it so she could drape the slumbering sadist across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Teeth bared for the baying Basement Dwellers, Adelaide wobbled through the first few rotations of a wobbly Airplane Spin before she stomped her way over to the edge of the ring and dumped Red Lisa over the top rope!
The descent was short but seemed to last forever, the former champion hitting the glop in an insensate pencil dive that KER-SPLORSHED throughout the Mad House!
Not quite sure what to do, Al Carpenter raised a signal for the Timekeeper but dropped it when Lisa Dream bobbed up from the sulfurous sludge. “GUH-GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU IDIOTS!” she demanded with the sort of dreamy clarity she hadn’t displayed since the opening bell. “FAWN NEEDS MY PERFECTION, DON’T THINK YOU--” she disappeared beneath the gloop only to pop up a moment later, the slime-covered former champion looking around wildly. “WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS PUT IN HERE? AND WHO HAS THE NERVE TO PULL MY ANKMMMRRRPHHH!” Lisa was dragged under again, didn’t emerge for another three seconds. “GET ME OUT!” she shrieked to anyone within the sound of her voice, even Adelaide and Sierra, who’d made their way to the edge of the Pit.
“BREWSTER I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY, GET ME OUT OR I’LL--YES! YES!”
Genuine surprise from those assembled when Adelaide dropped to one knee and extended a hand to her thrashing opponent. The Dream fought and swam against whatever kept sucking at her ankles and damned if she didn’t catch hold of Brewster’s waiting--”
Adelaide yanked free and palmed the top of Lisa’s noggin in that traitorous mitt. “Dream on, Lisa.” “NO!” Lisa blubbered. “IT CAN’T END THIS WAY! I’M LISA DREAM, STUP--” Brewster shoved the former World Champion beneath the surface, Adelaide submerging her whole arm in the Pit to ensure Dream’s safe passage.
Flicking the crimson crud off her arm as she got to her feet, the Weeping Angel trudged to the half circle storm door on the right-hand side and lifted off the floor. “Would you help me do the honors, Sierra?”
Mist lifted the other door and after a single nod they covered the Pit with an echoing ‘THWHUMP!’ Sierra took a deep breath and whispered, “See you in Hell, Lisa Dream.”
Half a heartbeat later the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Jeers for her name, not that they stopped Adelaide from planting a conquering boot on the recently-barred portal. A double bicep flex ensured a great shot for Gladiatrix, but it was her words that sent a chill up the spine of FAWN. “Don’t fear for Lisa, regardless of appearances, I assure you she got off easy. But the rest of you chattle are still trapped aboveground with me. And believe me when I tell you, I’m still hungry.”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the collective surprise of those assembled, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the first ever Gateway to Hell match! There are no pin-falls, no submissions, no knockouts and no disqualifications, the only way for a competitor to win is to throw her opponent into the Pit! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut. She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Conditioned for Lorde’s ‘Glory & Gore’, the chattel murmured in confusion when the speakers offered an ominous synth beat quite suitable for a Halloween rave thrown in an old slaughterhouse. With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the basement until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the returning former champion but her new friend (and walking snack bar) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a previous feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out and when they came back Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for a the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For her glorious(ly violent) return to the house she’d helped build, the Sanguinaire Smoke Show wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red while an understandably concerned Al Carpenter moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the zebra no attention whatsoever, Adelaide locked eyes with the nearest camera and mouthed, “Come to me, my perfect feast. Tonight we dine in Hell.”
The Daughter of Darkness waited within the rope-enclosed way station, Adelaide ready to send The Dream, whatever hue, to her final resting place. Brewster took a yearning gaze at the bubbling red goo bordering one side of the ring, gas emerging from the primordial slime just as Lisa would be sent in the other direction.
A wicked smile creased Adelaide’s pursed lips and it didn’t shift even when Sanctum’s Fifth Dimension coursed through the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding the disturbing Dream, one scarlet as the blood flowing within them was about to befall both the AHE crowd and the Weeping Angel.
FIFTH DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez87LbaBgOA
The crowd watched in eerie silence as The Dream cast her long, arterial ruby shadow across FAWN’s most eerie event.
LISA DREAM:
There was no attempt to hide The Dream’s feral alter ego on this night, Red Lisa having entered the fevered state of The Dream World and finding the Ultimate Image lacking to do the job. Only Red could send a sensual specter such as Adelaide through Hell’s mouth. Lisa moved down the aisle at a leisurely pace, eyes trained on Brewster as if the Daughter of Darkness was nothing more than her next meal.
While the flawless face and sinewy frame were known to all, the striking blood-red leather covering the Personification of Perfection, strategically placed streaks of red in her shoulder-length brunette locks are stirring and frightening in the perfection of their imperfection.
The FAWNatics seemed unsure how to react to the shifting eyes of Lisa’s madness. Wariness abounded as this incarnation of the legendary Lisa headed down the ramp, head on a swivel. She turned from one side to the other, a psychotic glint in her dark pools. One man dared to speak to The Dream and she rushed the barricade, untamed, tying to disembowel him until some late arriving FAWN security pulled her away and guided her back in the direction of the ring.
She shook off the grip of the bulky flunkies, Dream freeing herself as she reached the ring’s edge. Snarling and frothing, The Dream turned Nightmare climbed the steps and enters. She threw herself to the deck, slamming her spine into the canvas, talking to herself in a mumbling gibberish.
The Dream’s attire was a skin-tight sheath of crimson cowskin, her customary sleeveless vest, cut low, showing plenty of alabaster tummy, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the flaming cherry of her gear. Lisa’s long leather pants reached to black boots, any Dreamophiles in the audience frustrated at having the flawless, pale stems of the Personification of Perfection hidden from view. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobweb across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view. Red pads at knees and elbows finished the wardrobe.
Dream kipped to her feet and clenched her fists, pounding her abs with the meaty heels, pinking her midriff. She moved to the edge closest the Pit then leaned over the ropes, staring into the vile, burbling scarlet sludge that would ease one of the combatants through to their eternal home.
Red turned her attention to Adelaide, snickering at the woman about to have her mortal life ended, a new one to begin on the other side.
“Tonight, you become the Fallen Angel. Wings clipped and carcass pulled into your excruciating abode. And as you sink beneath the revolting muck, look into my eyes and know it was a Dream sealing your fate.”
Red moved to the corner opposite from her foe, hissing saliva bubbles from her lips, sounding not too distant from the gaseous goo covering the gateway.
Adelaide laid claim to the center of the ring mere heartbeats after the bell sounded, the original Queen of the Madhouse and former FAWN World Champion literally licking her chops at the chance to take a bite of the ‘perfect’ Halloween morsel.
As for Lisa, she remained with her back to the buckles, though her eyes never left the toothy Wannadream. Breathing deep as she contemplated what needed to be done, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection steeled her nerves and murmured, “All right Brewster, you want your shot at Red?” Dream closed her eyes, raised those two dripping fingers to her forehead and very deliberately traced a pair of crimson lines from her brow to just below those perfect cheekbones.
Exhaling, Red Lisa opened her eyes and hissed, “Come and get it.”
Brewster spread her arms wide, beckoning the Fervid Fuchsia Fever Dream to join her, an effort that proved patently unnecessary because Red Lisa didn’t so much charge from her corner as she did bound from it, the Dream’s sanguine alter-ego going low to gouge a shoulder into Adelaide’s belly while simultaneously hooking her around the thighs to drive the returning brunette into the canvas!
Landing on her knees between the Weeping Angel’s splayed stems, Red Lisa hunched forward to hook one clawed hand (her right) onto Adelaide’s left shoulder to better keep her immobilized while she balled the other hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED away at her rival’s navel! Adelaide sneered but made no effort to thwart the punches, instead she flicked out one hand and CRACKED Red Lisa across the face while simultaneously bringing her legs up around the other brunette’s waist with an audible ‘smeck’.
“Don’t look so surprised.” Brewster said of the grimace that played across Red’s frenzied features in time with her first powerful squeeze. “This would’ve happened months ago if the idiots on this roster weren’t so terrified of your snarling and slobberRRRGGGHHH!”
The Vermillion Vixen stopped punching and started clawing, her five-tined spade dragging deep furrows in the landscape of Adelaide’s abdomen before she settled into an equally spirited ‘chewing’. “They were right… to be afraid.” Red let loose of Brewster’s shoulder to rake another callous claw down the side of her face. Teeth bared in a smile when Adelaide’s showed in a grimace, Red Lisa added, “I’ll use the red in you to make them afraid agAARRRGH!”
The Sanguinaire caught hold of her foe’s clawin’ wrist in both hands and prized it away from her cheek so she could force the whole limb back behind her head in the upside down Hammerlock that was always harbinger of the Heart--“NNNNHHHH-- is that how we’re playing?”
Adelaide kept her voice level despite the gnashing pain of Red Lisa’s other hand on her bounty. Red didn’t deign to answer, so Brewster halved the Hammerlock, curled her left into a fist and THWHAPPED the Heart Punch home above the slim curve of Red Lisa’s left breast. The grip on her own goods dropped away as the Red Devil’s black heart skipped a few beats so Adelaide gave the breathless brunette a taste of her cattier side by adding a double Breast Claw to those snug Bodyscissors!
Lisa tossed her head back and snarled, then slipped her hands between Brewster’s forearms and pulled them apart to relieve herself of those nasty claws. In the same instant she flattened her hands into paddles and SMACKED them against Adelaide’s ears in an appropriately gothic Bell Ringer. Brewster hissed and reached for Dream’s forearms not a second too soon because the former World Champion had her head in both hands all the better to dig at her eyes with both thumbs!
Relaxed rules or not, it didn’t take Al Carpenter long to bark, “Keep off her eyes, Lisa! Don’t make me--”
Red looked up and offered him a maddened, pink smile. “What?” she cooed. “Join us? You’re more than welcome, Mr. DocHRRRRK!”
Adelaide did some finger work of her own in the form of a single open-handed jab to the hollow of the other brunette’s throat. Red Lisa forgot all about Brewster’s eyes in favor of correcting this new oxygen deprivation and Brewster allowed her to do so since it meant the Waking Nightmare was too preoccupied to defend herself when Adelaide buried a hand in her hair and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of Forearm Smashes into her mouth.
The blows seemed to steady Red’s fractured thinking, which was to say she was glaring down at the Daughter of Darkness when Brewster squeezed the Scissors even tighter and twisted her hips to reverse their positions in the mount. Catching Red’s wrists in her hands the instant she’d secured the top, Adelaide also relinquished the Scissors in favor of snaking her heels in behind Dre--“RRRGGGHHHH!” Red Lisa snarled in pain when Brewster wrenched her sinewy stems apart via a stern Double Leg Grapevine.
“Oh no! You’re not thinking about submitting, are you sweet Lisa?” Adelaide raised her hips and brought them down for a short tummy on tummy collision that landed with the CRAAACK of a Macy Renquist forehand. “I’d hate to think of you so anemic and cowed when it’s time to throw you in that miserable, bubbling--”
The Diabolical Dream’s head came up fast, her mouth stretched wide to bite down on Brewster’s neck. Any other woman would’ve suffered those terrible teeth, but Adelaide drew back with half a heartbeat to spare and immediately made Red Lisa pay with a stiff Headbutt to the bridge of the nose! Dream crumpled to the mat with a groan that got much louder when the domineering brunette stretched her legs that much wider.
“Such a gift you’ve been given.” Adelaide’s tone was simultaneously sympathetic and disgusted as she looked over the watery-eyed Dream. “The Red gave you things you never could have achieved otherwise. It let you defeat women you had no business defeating. Yet what did you do with this gift? You denied it at every turn. You took credit AGAIN AND AGAIN when it obvious to even the most foolish that you were saved by something much greater than yourseHRGH!”
Red wrested a hand free and wrapped it around Brewster’s throat tight enough to make her eyes go wide. “I won those matches.” the red-clad wrestler hissed. “Perfection is the mask! I’m what’s underneath! I’m what’s REALRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Adelaide pulled the hand away from her neck with a grimace and slammed it back to the mat, meaning neither Lisa could stop the Weeping Angel when she leaned in close and chomped down on the side of her prey’s neck. Red Lisa hissed and squalled, the bendy-back twisting like a live wire even as Brewster continued to drink her fill. Pulling away after several more seconds, Adelaide licked her lips before touching them to Lisa’s ear. “I know, I know. Don’t think of this as a battle, sweetness. Think of as moving to a more appreciative hoNNRRGGGHH!”
The Shattered Reflection of Perfection slipped a leg free of the Grapevine and promptly shunted a knee between Adelaide’s thighs! Brewster groaned and would’ve collapsed atop her fellow former World Champ if Red Lisa hadn’t twisted to one side to roll Adelaide onto her back.
Free of that oppressive, decidedly imperfect weight, Red sat up and raked both hands through her hair. “Don’t wanna move. Moving sucks, Ms. Doctor. I’m gonna stay RIGHT HERE so I can rip you apart!” With that Red climbed aboard the other brunette’s waist and went back to work with her claws or more precisely, her thumbs, which she slipped into the corners of Brewster’s mouth. “YOU’VE SEEN WHAT’S UNDER MY MASK!” Red shrieked as she tried to peel Adelaide’s face backward over her skull. “NOW SHOW ME WHAT’S UNDER YOURS!”
Coercing Brewster’s disturbing grin, Lisa forced Adelaide to flash her renowned choppers, a frothy Red snorting with satisfaction. Spittle collected in the corners of Lisa’s lips while attempting to pull the Wannadream’s mouth to her ear lobes, the 2019 FAWN Wrestler of the Year staking a claim toward a 2020 comeback.
“Smile for me, Doc,” Red hissed. “You and Mist have no idea with what you’re dealing. When my better half flowers fully, no one will be safe and you’ll be the first example she makes.”
Dream let her thumbs slide loose, unfastening the hooks. She raised a right elbow and sent the point PIERCING directly between the eyes of the Daughter of Darkness. Adelaide’s head snapped back from the impact. Her noggin wobbled on a loosened neck until a risen Red snatched a handful of dark locks and yanked Brewster to hands and knees, Adelaide unwilling to give up a handful of her mane.
Lisa walked her bytch to the edge of the ring, forcing her to look over the side adjacent the gateway to Hell, steam belching from the pool of red slime every few seconds, the gurgle of the bubbling goo eerie to the assembled but seeming a second home to the Scarlet Savage.
Red draped Adelaide’s throat over the middle rope and pressed her knee tight to the back of Brewster’s neck, forcing downward, collapsing the windpipe of the first and some believe greatest Queen of the Madhouse.
Gagging and gasping, Adelaide’s eyes widened as she’s compelled to breathe in the sulfurous discharge emanating from the ruby-colored mucus whose depth cannot be judged, neither wanting to find out what might be on the other side of the viscous portal.
“This time, you won’t be coming back,” Red growled, lifting her leg when Brewster’s face became the same hue as her wardrobe.
“But I don’t throw away my gifts without playing with them first,” Lisa informed.
She tugged a wobbling Brewster to her feet and shoved her toward the center of the ring. Adelaide caught her balance and turned to face her foe, only to be gutted with a Toe Kick to the tummy. With an already breathless Adelaide doubled, Red’s flawless features twitched in excitement. She jammed an uppercut thumb thrust into Brewster’s gullet. A deep guttural gurgle escaped the succubus and it seemed a cue for Lisa to gather enough of her Ultimate Imagery to find the perfect attack.
She rebounded off the ropes nearest the demonic pit and sped back to her bent foe, swinging her right arm up, over and down in a great arc until the limb CRASHED into the back of Adelaide’s neck, Lisa’s Dreamsicle conjured from the few remnants of the timeless traditional Dream that remains.
The clubbing blow sent Adelaide THUMPING face and chest first into the deck, barely aware of her surroundings. Speaking of which, it wasn’t clear if Lisa had a much better grip on reality, pulling at her dark brown, shoulder-length mane and the streaks of crimson mixed within.
“We know The Dream lasts forever,” Red sputtered between disturbing pants. “But do you last?”
Red grabbed the Daughter of Darkness by the scruff of the neck and a wrist and hauled Adelaide to her feet. The Waking Nightmare bum-rushed Brewster toward her ultimate demise, heaving her over the top, screaming with passionate delight as she launches.
And for a split-second, the FAWNatics considered a world without the Sanguinaire, but Adelaide’s left hand snatched the top rope on the way over and she somehow hung on, leaning far over the ruddy, glopping goo.
Lisa sent a right toward the former Madhouse royalty in the form of a forearm shiver that would surely loosen Adelaide from the rubber-coated steel and send her into the lava-like slime, swallowed to the seventh level of Hell.
But it is not Midnight, Eternal or otherwise for Adelaide. She ducked the blow and heaved her upper half through the strands, impaling a shoulder into Dream’s abdomen. The Vermillion Vixen backpedaled away from the cables, hugging her tummy, eyes wide as she tried to find some oxygen for her lungs.
The inscrutable Brewster stared longingly into the gooey entranceway to the unknown and shouted into its bubbling mass.
“She’ll be coming soon! Very soon!”
Adelaide pulled herself away from the brink and slipped through the ropes, racing to a spinning Dream. She CRACKED Lisa with a running, leaping knee that THUNKED into the dipped forehead of the gasping Dream. The force sent Lisa, red or any other color, half-backflipping to SPLAT on her chest, barely conscious, her perfect body set to twitching.
A chilling smirk graced Adelaide’s lips, a pair of ivory canines poking over ruby lips. Moving to Red’s boots, Brewster grasped Lisa’s left with both hands, lifting the leg and surrounding it in a triangle grip. She violently twisted the joint, drawing a howl of anguish from Red, Lisa reflexively yanking at her own locks and pulling a few strands free.
The Weeping Angel had Lisa fully woken and teary-eyed in seconds. But she’s not done. Rising to full vertical, her ferocious Ankle Lock still tight, Adelaide began spinning in place, lifting Lisa off the canvas, the centrifugal force turning red into a screeching propeller of sorts, Brewster creating her own ankle-breaking version of an Airplane Spin.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TF9Y0lJovEc
She took the howling Broken Reflection of Perfection through three full revolutions before letting her loose, Red sailing toward the slimy side of town.
Lisa hit canvas and skidded to just short of the ropes.
Apparently deciding it’s time to give the devil his due and his Dream, Adelaide sprinted at the splayed Lisa and Baseball Slid into a thrusting two-booted stomp sending Red rolling under and into the ‘lava’ below.
Wait…only almost…Lisa inches from her trip to the Underworld.
But the barrel roll was stopped as she hooked an elbow around the bottom rope, hanging precariously over the side of the apron, lower half dangling, fighting for her impeccable existence.
The Weeping Angel rose to her feet, expecting to see Red departing this earth as she sank into the viscous scarlet goo, but instead she observed a frothing Lisa, traveling further to the crimson end of her spectrum. The rabid Lisa pulled herself back in under the lowest cable, huffing in deep breaths.
Celia Blassenville’s former student plucked her former patient off the canvas and bullied her into a corner, NAILING her with a set of forearms to leave Lisa slumped. The Daughter of Darkness turned and trotted to the opposite buckles then U-turned and hustled toward her target.
From a few feet out, she vaulted toward the cracked Ultimate Image, her boot soles landing on the planks of Lisa’s upper legs. Her left arm wrapped around the back of The Dream’s neck and Adelaide threw her mass in reverse, Monkey Flipping but holding on through the spin cycle and SPIKING Red’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Wolfsbane DDT.
The ludicrous monkey flip DDT sent Lisa tumbling to a spreadeagle, lifeless and ready for the grave or, in this case, sinking through the primordial mire into the depths of Hell.
A bit flustered from her own wild ride, Brewster pushed to her feet and lost her balance, catching herself on the ropes and leaning hard as she drew in deep breaths, a slight grin finally emerging.
She strode to Lisa and dropped to a seat, pulling Lisa’s carcass into her lap and slapping on a loose Rear Naked Choke. She rattled the hold instead of cinching, wanting to wake Red so she realized her fate, one far worse than Celia committing her to the rubber room.
Adelaide took a nibble on the alabaster neck, the temptation of ivory perfection too overwhelming to refuse.
“Wake up, my sweet imperfect, irrational Dream. And realize your gruesome end.”
Red muttered something that grew into a full blown shriek when Brewster bared her neck with a massive yank of hair and lowered her gaping grin to the delicate throat of FAWN’s only Perfect Halloween Treat.
The Scarlet Savage (or perhaps a fragment of her more cogent half) extended a piteous hand to Al Carpenter, imploring the official to do something about the nefarious gnawing upon her neck. It was a remarkably logical decision for Red Lisa, unfortunately it amounted to nothing more than a sheepish shrug from Al. After all, any match featuring a Gateway to Hell wouldn’t concern itself with the likes of Disqualifications or Count Outs.
Feeling and sensing her opponent’s quickened pulse in equal measure, Adelaide smiled around the chewing and made a small show of brushing Lisa’s battle-damp hair away from her throat to ensure the chattle had an unobstructed view of the toothy trauma. “Go ahead and scream for mercy if you’d like.” the Weeping Angel cooed to her prey during a brief biting break. “A pounding pulse improves the flavor, but try not to panic. Too much adrenaline makes for an unpleasant tastEERRRGGGHHHH!”
The Devilish Dream was in no position to bite back, so she did the next best thing by trying to peel Brewster’s scalp clean off her skull! “Yuuuhhh… you don’t scare me.” Red growled with nary a quiver in her voice. “I’m the perfect monster under the bed. I’m the thing that EATS the things that go bump in the AAARRRHHHH!”
Adelaide sacrificed several strands to feast at the other brunette’s throat, Red Lisa’s eyes almost rolling to whites as the Nosferhotu went about slaking a yearlong thirst. But the Vermillion Vixen was no one’s meal and she fought like a madwoman to make it back to a seat and ultimately to one knee. Adelaide proved equally tenacious however, the brunette sticking tenaciously to her moveable feast even as the Dream clawed her way to full vertic--“NNNNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Red stumbled hard, her knees almost buckling when Brewster hopped up and threaded her legs around the former World Champion’s waist. “Why fight it?” Adelaide’s words were poisoned honey in Lisa’s ear. “You know you belong with me. Dream’s denied your existence from the beginning. Claimed your power as her own.” she bit Red Lisa beneath the ear, making the Shattered Reflection grimace and groan. “Come with me and I promise you everyone will fear the RedDHEY EEERRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Red Lisa couldn’t break free of her rival’s grasp so she wrapped her arms around Adelaide’s crushing thighs and ’hupped’ her up a little higher. In the same instant she broke into a shambling run aimed at the far corner. Brewster kept on chewing and squeezing up until the moment Dream spun ’round in a half circle and BWUUUNGED her spine-first against the top and middle turnbuckle. The Scissors popped open, but Adelaide had tightened her Sleeper grip at the last second and so she remained tethered to Ultimate Image of Sinister Psychoses. Breathing easier despite the sinewy arm around her throat, Red stamped her way out of the corner and--
Brewster twisted around so The Dream was facing the corner and her own back was to the rest of the ring. Gripping her left bicep in her right hand while her left hand cupped the back of Red’s skull, Adelaide could’ve tried to send the Waking Nightmare to Dreamland, instead she dropped her hips and popped off a murderous bridge that straight dropped the former World Champion on the back of her head and shoulders! Red Lisa flopped through onto her stomach and reared back onto her haunches before slopping down again in something akin to an extremely sloppy push-up.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
A short distance away, Adelaide craned her head back and ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure the Basement Dwellers knew there were several more perfect courses on the menu. Eager to get to them now that her palette was cleansed, the Daughter of Darkness got to her feet, strolled over to Red and helped herself to a great deal of the other monster’s dark hair. “If you won’t be my partner, you’ll be my pet.” Adelaide explained once she’d pulled her adversary to all fours. “And any pet of mine will require proper training.”
To that end she walked / led the glassy-eyed perfectionist toward the edge of the ring that faced the foot of the ramp. Leading her beleaguered opponent under the middle rope, Brewster straddled Dream’s back and promptly dropped the full weight of her rump into the other brunette’s lower back. Red cried out, tried to squirm free and voiced something unprintable when Adelaide gripped her biceps and threaded them over the second strand. “Don’t worry, I won’t break your neck.” the Weeping Angel murmured in the midst of cupping both hands under The Dream’s chin for a rope-assisted Camel Clutch. “ I will however leave some scars on that perfect face.”
Grinning up at the sadistic moon of her tormentor’s features, Red Lisa tittered, “You don’t have the guts. Couldn’t even pluck the eye from a mangy RavAAARRRHH!”
Mention of the Fair & Radiant Maiden was never good for Brewster’s disposition, but AHE was the absolute worst time to bring her up in the Sanguinaire’s presence. Red learned this the hard way when Adelaide halved her Chinlock so she could dig and scrape a two-fingered hook into the other wrestler’s left eye!
Faustian fracas or not, Al Carpenter had a thing about eyeballs and teeth so the Scarlet Savage only suffered for a few seconds before he hurried over and said, “Off her eyes, now Adelaide!” He’d expected an argument at least and a bloodletting at worst, so of course Brewster gave up her mount without another word. Any relief he might’ve felt at this development fell by the wayside when Adelaide turned her attention in his direction.
“And just WHAT will you do if I choose not to obey your mewling orders, Algernon?” she walked him down, forcing the ref to backpedal across the ring. “Will you call to Castle for support? Perhaps some of the EMT’s? Or perhaps that delicious little blonde paramour of yours, hhhmmmmhh? Where has she been hiding as of late?”
Meanwhile, Red Lisa was dealing with another intruder in her personal space. Catching a handful of hair that would’ve made any catfighter proud, Sierra wrenched Red’s head back and damn near slapped her hand numb, the former friend, manager and mental patient unloading untold amounts of frustration on those perfect features with a furious fusillade of CRAAACKING slaps!
“I WAS THERE FOR YOU!” Mist shrieked at the trapped terror. “WHEN NO ONE ELSE CARED, I WAS THERE AND YOU STILL TREATED ME LIKE TRASH!”
Shoulders heaving now, Sierra stepped in close to distend Lisa’s immaculate mug with a garish fish-face. “I hope she eats you alive.” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Not that nasty, mindless animal people call Red Lisa. I came here tonight to see Lisa Dream go to hellHUUURRRK!”
The Waking Nightmare slipped an arm loose of the rubber-coated steel and immediately wrapped that hand around Sierra’s throat. Smiling wide even as she bore down, Red giggled, “Yuuuhh… you first, DocNNNGGGHH!”
Sensing her acolyte’s trouble, Adelaide brought her zebra interrogation to an abrupt end and rushed across the ring to drive a knee into the small of the other brunette’s back. “Careful of this one, Sierra.” Brewster pulled Dream out the ropes by her hair, then shifted over to a Waistlock to get haul her back to boot-leather. “She bites.”
“No, you bite.” Mist corrected. “She sucks.”
Adelaide snorted, or at least started to. The expression hadn’t yet solidified when Red Lisa snapped a Headbutt backward into her chin and immediately followed with a Mule Kick that THWHUMPED between the other woman’s thighs! Adelaide’s grip fell apart as she babystepped away from the Vermillion Vixen while Red lurched into the ropes to catch her breath and reach a threatening hand to the suddenly wary Sierra Mist.
Mist backed out of range of Red’s swipe, eyes filled with fear, Lisa frothing as she fingered the bite marks on her neck with her opposite hand.
“When I send the whore to hell, do you think I’ll treat her servant better?” the Crimson Catastrophe snarled. “You’ll spend your eternity with her, Ms. Doctor.”
A groan from over her shoulder drew the leather-clad lunatic’s attention back to her adversary. Adelaide remained knock-kneed, a hand buried between her thighs, waddling as best she’s able to make as much distance between herself and the gateway as possible.
Knowing her foe’s mobility was next to non-existent, the rabid Red charged across the canvas like a dog off a leash and leapt into the semi-frozen brunette, knocking her to the canvas with a Thesz Press. But instead of firing away with fists after landing in a kneeling straddle of Brewster’s chest, she dug her curled claws into Adelaide’s bosom, tearing into the flesh, dark eyes wildly darting in every direction, nostrils flaring.
“I’ll make sure your last memory of this earth is of my p…per…perfection.”
A wincing, flailing Adelaide landed a forearm to Lisa’s chin and it’s enough to break what passed for Red’s concentration. She released her talons from the Weeping Angel’s teats and sank them into her foe’s scalp. Lisa lifted the wide-eyed features of her foe and pounds the back of Adelaide’s skull into the canvas-covered plywood a half dozen times.
With the Daughter of Darkness in a daze, eyes glassy, Lisa ceased for a moment to gaze manically at the woman who treated her nape like an appetizer.
“You can’t absorb perfection from me through sweat, tears or blood and by attempting to defile my p…perfection, there’s only one place for you to end.”
Red latched onto each ear and pulled Adelaide up with her. Keeping Brewster bent at the waist with her handles, Lisa SMASHED a raised knee into the forehead of the former Church member then stuffed her rival’s head between her slender, leather-encased thighs. Red clamped down in a Standing Headscissors, the AHE crowd seemingly joyous at the thought of a Bittersweet Symphony before the Sanguinaire was sent into perdition’s slime.
But Lisa Legend was nowhere to be found. It’s the Scarlet Savage at this wheel, this shown clearly when, instead of paddling Adelaide’s backside, using Brewster’s buttocks as a pair of butt bongos, the Waking Nightmare reached down her fellow brunette’s back and sank a claw into Adelaide’s crotch via the back door.
Brewster howled in pain and reflexively tried to straighten, but the Scissors remained tight and grounded. Adelaide got Red to tiptoes, but a squeeze from the cowskin-covered thighs sent a shudder through Adelaide’s lower limbs and Lisa returned her boot soles to the canvas. She delved and twisted the digits of her right hand, the Crotch Claw eliciting wails from the Dream diner.
“You chew your way…” Red shouted to the back row, not bothering to finish the sentiment, everyone understanding as her palm flexes, her tines digging in deeper, close to punching holes in the velvet covering Adelaide’s womanhood.
Frothing, snorting and mumbling incoherently, the claw not only seemed to reduce Adelaide to jelly but Red to an animalistic state. The frenetic Red lost her balance of her own accord, falling to her taut cheeks and, in so doing, SPIKING the Weeping Angel’s skull into the deck like a railroad spike. Brewster’s noggin popped out from between Lisa’s leather-clad legs and she flopped to a sweat-soaked jumble, no longer looking a predator.
A seated Red gave herself a series of slaps, reddening her own cheeks to match the rest of her attire and the gurgling goo whose sound and aroma can’t be far from either woman’s senses. But did Adelaide have any senses remaining? After flagellating her flawless features, Red seemed eager to find out, rising to her feet and taking a long, loving look at the scarlet slime that would send the Daughter of Darkness to find her horn-headed stepfather.
“P…per…perfection has its own p…place. It needs neither heaven nor hell,” Lisa screeched.
Red ripped a struggling Brewster to her feet and surrounded her taut midriff from behind, cinching in tight. She nibbled at Adelaide’s ear, a shiver moving through the former Churchgoer’s spine, the feeling transferring to Red and giving the Vermillion Vixen an evil grin.
Lisa grunted deeply, raising Adelaide high in front of her, the brunette’s legs shooting forward at her high point, before swinging back in as Red sent her descending back to posted knee. The Atomic Drop split the Weeping Angel’s wickets and shot Adelaide hopping into the sky, hands burying in her battered crotch before she even landed. Brewster’s legs gave way, such was the anguish between them, Adelaide ending in a puddle.
A still genuflecting Red stared manically at the FAWNatics, motioning to the muted monster in front of her then to the slimy portal, rosy sludge undulating and spurting steam from several tiny, bubbling geysers.
“F*ck you to Hell!” Lisa shouted.
They aren’t the most poetic words to come from Lisa’s lips, but they would not be misunderstood.
Lisa dipped both sets of fingers into Adelaide’s long, dark locks, pulling the Daughter of Darkness to her haunches, one hand still working at her humming crotch. Red halved her grip on the follicles and fish-faced Brewster, thumb and forefinger closing around the former Churchgoer’s cheeks.
“Make some room for Mist when you get down there. She’ll be right on your ass.”
Red dragged a wobbly, saddle-sore Adelaide to vertical, turning her foe’s back to the hellhole. She RAKED a set of nails across Brewster’s eyes, the Weeping Angel living up to her name. Half-blinded, she put up a spotty defense as Red kept her violence on the simple side, ramming forearms into her foe’s chin, backing Brewster toward the ropes that hung over the edge of the viscous swamp of red slime.
Each connection moved Adelaide closer until finally her back was literally against the ropes. Lisa Legend might have been more cautious, not wanting to take any chances as she methodically and carefully sent the imperfect harlot on her way. Red had no such compunction of throwing her crazy to the wind to see where it landed. She raced to the opposite cables and rebounded, right arm drawn wide for a scythe-like Clothesline, acting as Grim Reaper to the woman who dared tempt fate with the psychotic edge of perfection.
There wasn’t time enough to get off the tracks ahead of this lunatic locomotive, so Brewster sprang up, drew her knees to her chest and skewered Red’s sternum with a Mule Kick that sent the Maroon Maniac flying through the air to land flat on her back with a resounding THWHUMP! As for Adelaide, her situation had grown considerably worse as the force of her strike launched her backward over the ropes to land in a precarious position on the apron not even six feet above the gulping, gibbering glop.
Already tense, the Basement Dwellers collective breath caught in their throats when Red Lisa scrambled to her feet and rushed across the ring with a wild Haymaker looping at the other brunette’s chiNO! Brewster blocked it with her forearms, caught Dream’s wrist in both hands and wrenched it back behind her head!
“Can’t stop my heart, bytch!” Red hissed as she buried her free hand in Adelaide’s matted locks. “It hasn’t beat in yearsAAARRRHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Weeping Angel lunged in and chomped down on Red’s neck one more time, much to the delight of Sierra Mist! “YES! YES, ADELAIDE! DRINK HER UP! MAKE HER SCREAM!”
The Devilish Dream did indeed scream up until the moment a desperation Bell Ringer allowed her to stumble away from the bloodthirsty brunette. “Suuuuhhhh… so you’re perfect?” Adelaide huffed to the rabid, reeling former World Champion. “Then tell me, why do you taste like a f*cking los--”
Red shrieked and leapt, Brewster darted forward and ‘PFWOOOOOOSHED!’ an arterial plume into her opponent’s frenzied features!
Everything forgotten as she tried to scrape and claw the Red Mist from her eyes, Dream didn’t register the buzz from the crowd when Adelaide raced down the apron to the corner and climbed to the top turnbuckle. Her ascent was greeted with several cheers though Adelaide paid them no mind, her attention was focused solely on Red Lisa as she clawed and swiped at her dripping fa-- Dream swung in Brewster’s direction without realizing it and paid a steep price when she sprang out into the void and to land with her shins astride the blinded brunette’s shoulders. Red landed in a heap with Adelaide riding her all the way down, the Waking Nightmare THWHAMMED hard on the back of her head and shoulders via her opponent’s Diving Meteora.
DIVING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=793visWovDM
Dream’s leather-sheathed legs shot up on impact and Brewster hooked one, not for a pin but to keep the limb neutralized while she ‘smecked’ a vengeful claw between those perfect thighs! “MMMMMRRRPPPPPHHHHH!” Red Lisa screamed and writhed, the latter not as loud as expected due to a lack of air and the encroaching grind of Adelaide’s own undercarriage.
“Yes, that’s right. Scream all you’d like. Scream ‘til the air runs out and the lights go dim.” Brewster spread her knees a little wider and bore down, forcing more and more weight against Red Lisa’s mouth and nose. “Scream until you realize the awful truth. You were never the perfect monster. You’re just the perfect meal!” Adelaide redoubled her white-knuckled efforts against Lisa’s leather as evidenced by the increased pitch of those muffled wails and the spasmodic jittering of her free leg. Neither lasted for very long however. In less than fifteen seconds Dream’s flailing had faded to almost nothing and her moans were little more than subdued squeaks despite Adelaide’s pitiless grip.
After a bit of gratuitous grinding yielded no fresh amusements from her greasy-faced seat, Adelaide relinquished the claw in favor of a Wristlock she used to haul Red Lisa to boot-leather. Back to the bubbling, bilious brew, the Daughter of Darkness doubled down on the Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to sling Red at the ropes with an Irish NO!
Adelaide planted her heels and reeled the debilitated Dream back the way she’d came, then hooked her right arm across Red’s chest and hoisted her skyward just to sit out and THAWHAM her to the deck with a huge Uranage! The Scarlet Savage bounced to a seat and presumably would’ve slopped to one side or another if Brewster hadn’t snaked her free arm around the back of her head and locked her hands tight against the nape of Dream’s neck.
Near Dark, Adelaide Brewster to Red Lisa.
SIT-OUT URANAGE & NEAR DARK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsUNhm11wIE
“GUUUURRRGGHHHH HRRRRRRRRK!” Dream thrashed wildly, beat her heels against the mat and slashed her nails down Adelaide’s biceps all in a frantic effort to break free of the Mesonoxian Mauler’s gorgeous garrote. But Adelaide denied her at every turn by sitting up and drawing the trap tighter by the second. Throttled by the dual dangers of Brewster’s grip and her own trapped right arm, Lisa gurgling soon gave way to wheezing and the fingers that’d so recently raked Adelaide’s arm did no more than push and prod.
“Guuuuuhhhh…. glluuuuuhhhh… luuhhhh…leggo…” Red rasped. “You can’t put me back therrrrrrgggghhhh!”
Adelaide gave her another rag-doll shake and leaned in close, her lips teasing the other wrestler’s ear. “A padded room is too good for you, sweet Dream. So is Hell, for that matter. But regardless of what waits for you at the bottom of nasty pit… I’m gonna love sending you there!” Brewster kissed her prey’s temple, then pivoted to one knee and bore down on the Arm Triangle with everything she had left.
Red Lisa shivered from one end to the other, but she no longer possessed the strength (maniacal or otherwise) to do more than wriggle and sputter in her opponent’s grip. Nodding to a beaming Sierra, Adelaide brought the both of ‘em to their feet with the choke still in place, then relinquished it so she could drape the slumbering sadist across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Teeth bared for the baying Basement Dwellers, Adelaide wobbled through the first few rotations of a wobbly Airplane Spin before she stomped her way over to the edge of the ring and dumped Red Lisa over the top rope!
The descent was short but seemed to last forever, the former champion hitting the glop in an insensate pencil dive that KER-SPLORSHED throughout the Mad House!
Not quite sure what to do, Al Carpenter raised a signal for the Timekeeper but dropped it when Lisa Dream bobbed up from the sulfurous sludge. “GUH-GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU IDIOTS!” she demanded with the sort of dreamy clarity she hadn’t displayed since the opening bell. “FAWN NEEDS MY PERFECTION, DON’T THINK YOU--” she disappeared beneath the gloop only to pop up a moment later, the slime-covered former champion looking around wildly. “WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS PUT IN HERE? AND WHO HAS THE NERVE TO PULL MY ANKMMMRRRPHHH!” Lisa was dragged under again, didn’t emerge for another three seconds. “GET ME OUT!” she shrieked to anyone within the sound of her voice, even Adelaide and Sierra, who’d made their way to the edge of the Pit.
“BREWSTER I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY, GET ME OUT OR I’LL--YES! YES!”
Genuine surprise from those assembled when Adelaide dropped to one knee and extended a hand to her thrashing opponent. The Dream fought and swam against whatever kept sucking at her ankles and damned if she didn’t catch hold of Brewster’s waiting--”
Adelaide yanked free and palmed the top of Lisa’s noggin in that traitorous mitt. “Dream on, Lisa.” “NO!” Lisa blubbered. “IT CAN’T END THIS WAY! I’M LISA DREAM, STUP--” Brewster shoved the former World Champion beneath the surface, Adelaide submerging her whole arm in the Pit to ensure Dream’s safe passage.
Flicking the crimson crud off her arm as she got to her feet, the Weeping Angel trudged to the half circle storm door on the right-hand side and lifted off the floor. “Would you help me do the honors, Sierra?”
Mist lifted the other door and after a single nod they covered the Pit with an echoing ‘THWHUMP!’ Sierra took a deep breath and whispered, “See you in Hell, Lisa Dream.”
Half a heartbeat later the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Jeers for her name, not that they stopped Adelaide from planting a conquering boot on the recently-barred portal. A double bicep flex ensured a great shot for Gladiatrix, but it was her words that sent a chill up the spine of FAWN. “Don’t fear for Lisa, regardless of appearances, I assure you she got off easy. But the rest of you chattle are still trapped aboveground with me. And believe me when I tell you, I’m still hungry.”